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fluffyprettykitty · 2 years

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Bruce's Bar

Pairing: Bruce Banner x female reader (no other specifications!)

Word Count: ~1700 words

Outline: Bruce wants to introduce you to his beloved bar.

Warnings: alcohol, dry humping, swearing, slightly dom! bruce, handjob, pet names, rough p in v sex, nipple play, creampie.

Author's Note: Inspired by she-hulk's first episode :)

PS: dividers by @firefly-graphics // banners by @maysdigitalarts

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NSFW UNDER THE CUT. MINORS DNI.

Bruce had the idea that for your six-month anniversary together he should introduce you to his bar. Apparently, he and Tony Stark had built a cabin and a bar in a coastal village in Mexico. Drinks, sun, and the beach. How could you ever say no to that?

“And this is where the magic happens!” Bruce says enthusiastically as he shows you the bar, the sun setting in the distance.

“Looks absolutely amazing, baby.” You nod your head looking around. “The decoration is sublime.”

“Let me show you how a good cocktail is made.”

“Show me your best, baby.”

Four drinks later that were definitely not mixed well and most likely with more alcohol than they should have, you were both barely sitting on the bar stools, giggling at each other, story after story. Your one leg was between his thighs and you had been absent mindlessly rubbing it on him for a while. Bruce looked so beautiful in the bar lights, the way his whole demeanor had changed since he walked inside the cabin and the way he talked about the avengers had you looking at him very….hungrily.

You smile at him sweetly as you lean forward, pushing your body closer to his, your one hand wondering to the hem of his jeans. He is still reciting a battle story taking sips of his drinks. You unbutton the top and bottom and then the zippers naturally fall down.

“Oh.” He exclaims. “Are we getting a little frisky?”

“You’re the one who’s already hard, Brucey.” You wink at him and chuckle. Your hand grabs his crotch confirming your suspicions and he only grunts in response.

“Oh baby, you’re the one rubbing yourself on me, can you blame me?”

“I haven’t been doing anything.” You feign innocence and squeeze his cock. “But I know you wanna fuck me on the countertop.”

Bruce gulps loudly, your strong advances always made him hot and bothered and he was way more than bothered. You push down his boxers to set his cock free for you.

“Look at you being a dirty little boy.”

“You’re a menace, you know that?”

“What? I’m the sweetest little thing you know.”

“A fucking menace that’s gonna end up so fucked here that she wishes she never started teasing me like that.”

“Promises promises…” You shake your head and sigh loudly, spitting on his cock, and then wrapping your palm around it. “Look at me always doing all the work.”

Bruce only grunts as you start working fast on his cock, rapidly moving your hand on his length just because you know how much it will get him worked up. Bruce liked fucking you more than he could ever enjoy just the touch of your hand.

“Let me fuck you properly…” He mumbles and you stroke him slowly, changing the pace, dragging your thumb over his tip. His head hands back, alcohol heavy on his tongue, and eyelids heavy.

“No. You said I only wanna get fucked, maybe I just wanna take care of you.”

“Oh, please.” He scoffs and that’s when you squeeze his balls making him moan again.

“I wanna feel your tight pussy, Y/N, fuck your pretty brains out.”

“Oh, I bet you do, baby.”

“I need to get inside you, stretch you with my cock…”

“I don’t even know if you are capable of that, you seem very drunk.”

The growl that comes from his lips is animalistic and it’s like something inside him snaps and comes forward taking your wrists in his hands and turning you around to pin you on the countertop. With one quick movement, he rips out your shirt and pushes down your bra.

“You like to hear me beg, don’t you?” He groans against your ear, his lips kissing your neck and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist.

To your surprise, his next movement is not to rip open your jean shorts but instead he reaches for the rest of his glass and proceeds to throw it on your breasts.

Of course. You think to yourself and you can only giggle as he pushes up your breasts with the palms of his hands and then buries his head between them, licking around with the flat of his tongue.

“Brucey…” You breathe, his tongue cleaning the alcohol so well off your skin, pulling and biting at your hard nipples.

“Shhh...” He murmurs, reaching out for your drink and repeating his previous motions. You can only moan at the way he is working on your nipples, lapping around so fast and effectively that makes your panties wet.

“You promised to fuck me, Bruce.”

He looks up to you with a smirk and then he travels his hands to your jeans, ripping them apart with one quick movement.

You momentarily remembered you truly didn’t pack a lot of clothes because you figured you’d be naked anyway but you never thought you’d lose your traveling clothes as well.

He doesn’t let go of your nipples as he pushes your panties to the side, how gentleman-y of him, and then brushes his cock over your lips.

Now he was fast, all because you provoked him like that, if you’d let him be then he would still be reciting his stories. Bruce was a huge talker. You smirk to yourself as he lines up his cock to your pussy pulling at your nipple and then he pushes his cockhead inside making your mouth hang open in pleasure.

Then is time for him to smirk. He lets go of your nipples, putting his hands on the sides of the countertop, the angle of the position pushing his cock further inside you and then he begins the most brutal thrusting you had ever experienced with him.

His cock hits all the way to your cervix and then his cock almost slips out, only to slam it inside back again moving his hips vigorously against your frame and you swear you can see a hint of green in his hair. Your legs have wrapped around his waist and are the only thing that keeps you steady as your hands stick on his shoulders. He is staring at you, mouth hanging open as he fucks you like this, animalistic and raw.

“Shit!” You exclaim when you hear a wood cracking and that’s when he loosens his grip on the countertop. Instead of stopping, he is pushing you down on this and climbing on top of you. His hands grab your wrists pinning them above your head and he continues his brutal pace from before, completely trapping you underneath him.

“You wanted to get fucked, didn’t you?” He muses, his lips hanging above yours as you can only moan and shout, every single thought getting fucked right out of your head.

“You can’t fucking speak now, can you?” He only laughs as you feel him finish inside you with a short grunt. Your body is spasming under him with the arrival of your own orgasm and his now slower strokes.

But he doesn’t stop. His hands leave your wrists free only to grab your chin and then he returns to his brutal rhythm.

“Got make sure my cum will stay deep inside you. Looks like you need to be taught a fucking lesson.” His voice is low that it makes your insides burn and the way he doesn’t stop makes you even hornier. You hadn’t ever seen him like this before so it must be the magic of the place.

Or the fact that he won’t admit that he likes begging you to let him fuck you. But who were you to rattle a man’s ego?

Your hands are trying to hold on to his muscles as he is groaning above you, the slapping sounds of skin on skin, white cum floating around, filling the room only followed by your repeated moans. If only anyone could ever see you like this, getting fucked so fucking fast that it makes you shake.

“I am gonna fuck you so hard you will never be able to forget it.” He groans and it instantly makes you orgasm, screaming his name.

He looks at you with a smirk, stopping his thrusts, just to watch your body tremble, your legs trying to close on him.

“Feel me.”

He whispers and then he cums again inside you with just only a couple of slow strokes, filling you again, and now is so match and so creamy that it only spills out of you. He lies a little on your side, to look better between your bodies, slipping his cock out of your pussy.

His palm goes to your pussy scooping up the cum and pushing it inside again. His finger feels so thick and heavy inside you that only if your body didn’t hurt so much, you’d clench around it.

“Can’t even keep it in, huh? It just feels so good…” He presses his finger inside just to sit there and admit his work and you can only look at him, your body shook to its core and still panting heavily.

“Look I got an idea.” He smirks and reaches for his back pocket. Then he pulls out his phone and then he snaps a couple of pictures of your abused pussy and his cum spilling out before snapping one of your well fucked face.

“Fucking beautiful.” He grins and puts the phone away.

You can’t really speak, all you try to do is say his name but he only soothes you and holds you close kissing you sweetly.

“I know, I know, baby. A few more minutes so you can breathe properly again and I am taking you to bed.”

Bruce is ever the sweetheart, he carefully picks you up and carries you to the bedroom, setting you down on the bed and then cleaning you sweetly with a washcloth making sure you are all cleaned up and no visible bruised had formed.

“Unfortunately when it comes to clothes I only got what Tony left here so.” He muses as he dresses you in a black Led Zeppelin tour concert shirt.

He then places a blanket over you and follows you to bed, keeping your body warm with his extraordinary body heat. And come the morning time he brings you freshly baked pancakes and plenty of fruit that lay forgotten on the bedside table.

Something about that Mexican air…

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void-knights · 3 years

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Hygge : Chapter One

Pairing: Loki / Original Character,

Chapter Rating: Teen

Tags: Slow Burn, Romance, LGBT Themes, Oc has ADHD, injury mention, Standard Tragic past, Mentions of Loki's past toture, Mentions of past child abuse (OC), Sickness, Near Death, Body Dysphoria, Gender Dysphoria, Prosthesis, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut, Extremis 616, Starboost Armour, Strangers to Friends, Friends to Lovers, Loki cooks, Loki teaches,

A/N: Right hello! I need to WARN YOU.

This fiction deals with an OFC that eventually realises that they is Genderfluid, using all the pronouns, but is assigned female at birth (AFAB). There will be mentions of body AND gender dysphoria due to a tragic childhood™ under the care of her biological mother/grandparents that occurred before she was in the care of Tony Stark. I do not go into graphic detail with the abuse, but it is mentioned.

This is a slow burn fic planned out to be a LONG story so the OC and Loki will not get together until a little into the story. Instead, I wanted to focus on building their friendship at first. Eventually (if all goes to plan) I intend to have the OC identify as Genderfluid, but unlike Loki the OC won't have magic and therefore will always be female in terms of physical sex.

While this might seem like a bit of a spoiler I like to forewarn people about these things as they can be potential triggers!

Anyway I got the idea of a character in Iron-Man style armour, and then I thought it would be fun to just have a Stark OC. I've got the timeline lined up so the ages to allign with canon. Masterlist | AO3 Link |

The avengers weren’t sure what they should do with Loki, Odin in his infinite wisdom had ‘bestowed’ his younger son upon them in a long-winded speech that left Barton spacing out, Tony disinterested and distracted and Bruce trying to work out how such an old man seemed so strong.

Only Natasha and Steve were paying attention by the end, the TL; DR was that Odin didn’t want to deal with Loki, so now he was the avenger's problem.

Nick Fury suggested locking him up, only to retract the idea a few minutes later, Loki was dammed persuasive, he could seduce any guard sent to keep him under lock and key. They did not know the full extent of his magical abilities and while he was bound (somehow, Odin didn’t bother explaining what they had done to Loki and merely assumed the Avengers wouldn’t care to know the finer points) they didn’t know the limits of the binding.

Thor claimed his brother could shapeshift, so a prison would need to be airtight otherwise a snake or spider could happily slip out. Then there was the issue that he was a god with god strength and probably the second smartest person in the room, or maybe the smartest, but Tony wasn’t about to admit that to the god.

All in all Odin had left them with a mess and the only support came in the form of a confused, angry and betrayed Thor. Which was never good.

This was compounded by the inescapable feeling that they only had half the story, why did Loki invade Earth? Tony had theories, theories that would make Clint punch him, but he couldn’t shake a feeling that something was off about the god of mischief.

Thor would agree, or not. Their relationship was never explained, it turned out communication was not a gift the gods of Asgard possessed much to the chagrin of the Avengers.

So this was the plan, Loki was to stay locked up in the tower, well only on certain floors. He would share a floor with Thor, where he would have his own bedroom with en-suite bathroom, but Fury was rather insistent that Loki shouldn’t be made too comfortable.

Tony was starting to wish he had never gotten involved he would make a poor jailer. He wasn’t responsible enough, Jarvis as amazing as he was would be worse, Loki had tricks, he could trick Jarvis.

It was a fucking mess, made much worse by not having the facts nor support to keep Loki. What were they supposed to do with the god? He was going to outlive them all, did Odin expect them to pass Loki off to other people? To keep him locked away for the rest of his life?

He would rather face the Chitauri again, or Vanko and Hammer or even Stane. Loki was more dangerous than all of them combined and what made it worse was the fact that Soleil was also living in the tower now.

He shouldn’t have suggested she live here, Fuck, he needed a drink or a whole bottle. The billionaire found Natasha and Bruce already at the bar, her with Vodka and Bruce with something fruity looking.

Tony settled for whisky and wondered what the fuck he was supposed to do now.

Loki was still chained up when Soleil walked onto the floor, the god recognised the human mortal from his research leading up to the invasion. He had gathered information on mortals who may pose a threat to his plans and worked to see them brought together (in brief moments of clarity before once again the mind stone seized control of him), Stark’s life was short as it was (by Asgardian standards) was quite fascinating.

Naturally Loki looked into every aspect of the potential avengers lives seeking weaknesses that would bring the avengers to him. The easiest targets were family, friends, loved ones who could be exploited as they had few or no protections. Soleil quite literally was the weakest link in the Stark equation.

Though he had come to realise she could have been a great asset to him should he have had need of an engineer with a deep and vested interest in space. Rather odd that SHIELD would have such detailed files on Soleil, almost as if they had been considering her as an alternative to her father and Iron-Man. Though what use such a fragile human would be was beyond the god.

She hadn’t noticed him, to busy tapping away on a screen and wrinkling her brow at something that vexed her. He watched her as she grabbed herself a bottle of water, she was halfway back to the elevator when she finally paused and turned to him.

“You look like shit,” she said after a moments pause looking him up and down as he remained trapped and bound.

He’d be offended if he had the energy, he felt like shit, months, years? Trapped in the clutches of Thanos and his black order, leading the invasion, not resting or sleeping in weeks, months, his meals just enough to keep him alive but never satisfied, he could not even recall if the paste he had been given (and reluctantly eaten after too long starving) had even had a taste to it.

“As you mortals say, that is pot calling the kettle black,” he attempted to sound above her, casual to the point of nonchalance.

“Yeah but I have an excuse for looking like shit, what’s your excuse?” she asked him sipping her water, he tried not to look hopeful that she might share something with him. Even lukewarm tap water would be bliss compared to whatever liquids the Black Order had supplied him with.

“The beast you call Hulk,” Which was partly true.

“Ooo, that explains the hole in the floor,” she cringed, “How the fuck are you still in one piece?”

“I am a god,” he reminded her.

“I had just assumed that was all a lie, you know psychological tactics?” She paused thinking it over, “Make us believe the gods are real, and you’re one of them, so you can claim dominion over us.”

“That would be a fair assumption to make,” he said leaning his forearms on his knees, “But I can assure you that I am in fact one of your gods.”

“Well you’re not my god, I don’t worship you or any gods,” she shrugged.

“We had noticed the loss of faith from mortals,” Loki nodded.

“Blame the Abrahamic religions, as soon as they went mainstream you pagan lot were more or less kicked to the curb,” she answered, before he could ask what she meant she asked, “So are you hungry? You look like you’re hungry.”

“I am in no risk of starving Stark,” he insisted.

“How’d you know I was a Stark?” she asked him suspicion finally creeping in, for someone who was supposed to be one of Midgard’s greatest minds she was rather stupid.

“SHIELD have files on you,” he said her lack of surprise told him all he needed to know, “That and you resemble your father.”

She brought a gloved hand to her jaw, “It’s the chin isn’t it?” she asked taking a couple of steps towards him, a glass and metal table separated them as she set her glass bottle down upon his surface.

“The general area yes, and you share his eyes,” he confirmed now that he could see her up close he could see the partial heterochromia, showing chocolate-brown flecks in each soft brown eye. She shared his jaw, lip and chin shape and brow colour, her hair was tucked up inside a hat, and he thought that her ears might resemble her father as well.

“But that doesn’t answer my question, never mind I’ll assume you’re hungry, what do gods eat?” she asked.

“You would feed your enemy?” he asked surprised by this, Asgard had a policy of giving their prisoners food, but basic food, food that would keep their enemies alive and nothing more. He was able to empathise with those trapped forever in those dungeons now.

“Yes because I have basic human decency,” she said shifting her weight mostly onto her left leg, “So food, what do you eat? Can you eat earth food being an alien and all that?”

“Of course I can,” now that she had brought the matter up he wondered if he could, there were some things that an Asgardian was told to avoid eating on Vanaheim and Alfheim, not that he was biologically Asgardian.

“Well if you die of an allergic reaction please don’t haunt me,” she said pulling out another device, a phone, a smartphone he recalled one of the scientists under his command using a similar device.

While she typed out whatever it was she needed Loki observed her. She was atypical in her physical body, her clothes hung from her, not because they were ill-fitting but because of sudden loss of weight. They were designed for a woman larger than what she was now, despite her rather cheerful demeanour she looked quite exhausted. She looked how he felt.

The leather right sleeve to her jacket shifted in a most bizarre manner, he watched as a small(ish) serpent poked its head out resting contently on the back of her hand. It flicked it’s slick tongue out at the air scenting Loki, she could taste him, she knew he was there.

“I think it’s safe to just get a range of food,” She said slipping her phone back into her pocket she rose her fist to her eye level, “You doin’ okay?” she asked the snake who slid back into the sleeve. “She’s shy,” she said to Loki who had not asked.

“You carry a snake on your person?” he asked curios, he could not imagine anyone in Asgard doing that. Snakes were dangerous creatures, not pets. Humans however seemed to ignore that rule quite often.

“Yeah she’s my ESA, but I make sure she’s some place warm, otherwise she’ll get ill,” Soleil explained.

“ESA?” he asked.

“Emotional support animal,” Soleil said which did not really answer Loki’s question, she needed the support of an animal for her emotional state? “They are animals to help calm and relax people. I wanted a cat, but dad says a dog would have required to much training and looking after, so he got me Macbeth.”

“How does a snake provide emotional support?” he had to ask, the concept baffled him.

“She’s a reassuring presence when the world is overwhelming,” Soleil answered.

To the god it was still a strange concept, but his curiosity got the better of him, “May I see her then?” he asked.

“Um, sure?” Soleil gently shook her arm, Macbeth got the message, as loathed as she was to leave the warmth of the jacket she was all too happy to slither her way around Soleil’s shoulders until she was hanging lazily.

Gently lifting the snake off her shoulders she set the snake down on the sofa, wise to keep a distance from the god of mischief who remained shackled and bound. Macbeth lifted herself up fascinated by this new thing, this god in her home, she stared at Loki curious to know why he was here.

⸢You are not human⸥ said the snake curios to know what he was, he smelled familiar, like kin yet was clearly more than that, more human, more than human.

⸢No I am not⸥ he answered utterly amused when the snake did a double take, stunned that the god would be capable of speaking her language. He detected the barest hint of offence on her next words.

⸢Then you are a lie, a false thing, I do not like false things⸥ the snake replied studying him closely, ⸢You are a danger to my human⸥

⸢I am a great danger to many a human, yours however has done nothing to earn my anger⸥ Loki replied, the smart little snake thought on this for a while.

⸢You claim that now. But my human has a way of frustrating the surrounding humans, they are so easily brought to anger⸥ came the serpent's response as she finally slithered her way over to him.

⸢There are many creatures brought to anger easily⸥ Loki responded lifting the snake up into the air to prove his point the snake hissed angrily.

⸢Unhand me liar, I shall not be handled by the likes of you!⸥ the snake protested with a rather loud hiss.

Up close, she was a rather pretty thing a mixture of soft pastel colours with the blackest eyes he had seen on a snake. A thick uneven stripe of orange and lavender ran the length of her spine and top of her head. Her belly was an off-white, her most dominate colour a rather fetching shade of yellow. She was indeed a strange patterned creature but lovely to look at.

⸢But you are so pretty, I think I may keep you⸥ he teased the snake who managed to throw him such a filthy look that it took him by surprise.

⸢You, are unworthy of me liar⸥ she snapped back.

⸢I am a good little serpent, far beyond your mortal caregiver⸥ he pointed out.

⸢Indeed? You must be the god of pomposity to say such things⸥ the snake complained turning her head away from Loki, ⸢My human is good and kind even as the sickness weakness her, you cannot compare to such a charitable and loving being⸥

⸢For something so small you certainly have a rather inflated sense of ego⸥ he said lifting her up to eye level, she turned her head away from him.

⸢Says the creature that wreaks of despair, I might be small, god of pomposity but at least I know happiness⸥ he’d never been tempted to toss a snake out of a window before tonight.

Soleil shifted on her feet confused, “Are you talking to her?”

“Of course, I am a god,” he answered petting the snake who recoiled deeply offended by his touch.

⸢How dare you touch me!!⸥ she hissed in discontent before slipping herself free from Loki’s hands and slithering back to Soleil who collected her up into her arms. ⸢You are unworthy pomposity, be gone!⸥

“That is a rather charming pet you have mortal,” Loki answered deigning to ignore the snake and her uppity attitude, “Though she might be pretty she has a rather terrible attitude.”

Soleil looked at Macbeth who looked at her, “Riiight she has the terrible attitude,” smugly the snake turned back to him beaming brightly.

⸢See my mortal understands, she shall not be easily swayed by a false serpent⸥ the snake happily slithered her way back up Soleil's sleeve.

“I have never before laid my eyes on a serpent with such markings and colours, is that typical of Midgardian serpents?” Loki asked leaning back on the sofa which had become uncomfortable thanks to being pinned down in one fixed spot.

“Uh, well ball pythons are kinda common I suppose, they are docile in nature,” Loki did not believe that for a second, “So they’ve been bred as pets for a while, some breeders try to create unique colour and pattern styles. Morphs. Macbeth is a Banana Cinnamon Blade Clown Ball Python for instance.”

Loki knew what each of those words meant individually but strung together like that they may as well have been pure nonsense.

His disbelief or confusion must have been evident on his face because she instantly launched into the details of snake breeding, how morphs came about, what each word meant and the genetic factors that went into selecting the right snakes to breed together to create the perfect offspring.

Trust humans to meddle in things that needed no intervention, he thought as she went into detail to explain a subject he had long since lost any interest in. She was passionate about her pet, about snakes in general, and so she babbled making her obsession quite evident.

It was no wonder her dammed pet was so smug, she probably praised it at every opportunity, it’s inflated sense of self coming from an overindulgence of love and flattery.

“Bee,” Jarvis cut her off saving Loki the indignity of having to amuse her babbling for longer, “The food has been placed in the elevator, do you require assistance in moving it?”

“I’m not that weak, Jarv,” she grumbled half stomping her way across the floor towards the elevator. Loki could feel the AI’s eye roll somehow.

It took her some time to set out the food given the ridiculous quantity that she had purchased. He did not recognise half of what was laid out but to Loki none of that mattered, all he could do was feel his mouth water at the prospect of finally having food that did not taste of grit and nothing.

“So we got Korean, Indian, Italian, Greek, American, Japanese, Ethiopian, Thai, Arabic, Mexican, Balkan, Caribbean, Chinese and Jamaican,”

“Bee,” Jarvis said.

“Yeah I over ordered,” she grumbled slipping her phone back into her pocket, but she hadn’t known what a god might like to eat.

It didn’t seem to matter, Loki was already tucking into a container of whatever was nearest to him.

He almost wept in pure bliss as he devoured the Tokushima ramen without haste, even the strangeness of a raw egg in a soup alongside pork belly and noodles (which he had never had in life) did not slow him down. The god did not slow down even as Tony Stark, Steve Rogers and Thor walked onto the floor slightly confused.

Jarvis had alerted them there would be food and that Soleil was apparently friendly with Loki. Jarvis had been somewhat right, Soleil was keeping a great distance between herself and the god, but she had ordered him a lot of food. Enough food to feed an army in fact.

“I don’t know what gods eat,” she immediately said as defence before her dad could ask, she did the same thing whenever he caught her doing something she wasn’t supposed to be doing. “So I got whatever, if he dies of an allergic reaction you’re not allowed to blame me.”

“You’d be doing us a favour Bee,” her dad joked, she grinned a little unsure while Loki finally slowed down. That was good, just watching him devour container after container was giving her indigestion.

“We do not suffer the aliments of mortals little Stark-”

“Little stark?” Soleil whispered at Steve and Tony both of them grinned sympathetically.

“-This is quite the feast,” Thor beamed at her and all of a sudden she could see what Jane Foster might see in the glorious blonde bastard, though if she had to go for a blonde she’d still choose Captain America.

The avengers and Soleil watched as Thor easily sat himself down beside Loki acting as though nothing was wrong, even Loki was a little on edge about that, Steve and Tony shared a look™ one that suggested they were in on something. Something Soleil was not allowed to be part of.

Thor without hesitation (must be a god thing) dug into the food complimenting Soleil as though she had laboured over the meals, she hadn’t.

“What is this?” Thor asked as the others finally settled, Tony made sure Soleil was one super solider and a father apart from the god of mischief.

“Curried goat,” Soleil answered taking the carton of Tom Kha soup for herself.

The look of betrayal startled her as he was torn between heaving his stomach into the nearest container or eating what was a delicious meal. Loki being the sympathetic brother he was grinned from ear to ear watching Thor have an internal meltdown.

They did not eat goats on Asgard due to Thor’s love of them, they were scared in some strange way. Loki suspected interest in eating them was already so minimal that Odin had no issue outlawing their slaughter and consumption.

“Are you okay Thor?” Steve had to ask as Thor gingerly put the container down.

“Yes Captain, I… find I cannot in good conscience eat a goat,” Thor said picking up another container and studying it.

“That’s chicken,” Tony reassured him passing a box that contained a triple cheeseburger with plenty of onions, “Try this it might suit you.” Thor immediately approved of the burger, it wasn’t easy to go wrong with a good burger.

Though the company was unwanted Loki found a sense of comfort in the noise and activity, listening in as Thor and Steve asked questions about the food for the Starks to answer. If the Starks did not know then Jarvis would provide information, Loki cared not about the province of food or what it contained, food was food and this was the best food he had tasted in a dreadfully long time.

He listened into the varying conversations, Soleil debated baseball with Steve, apparently he took offence at the LA Dodgers, none of this made sense to Loki, what made even less sense was Hockey, even the Captain did not seem to understand her love of Hockey.

The older Stark chimed in once in a while or talked at length to Thor about various things, places the god should see since he would be spending time on Midgard and perhaps the acquisition of a phone – communication device. Loki knew how that would end, Thor had never been great at keeping in touch.

The four talked at length about everything and anything, Loki was more fascinated by the Korean barbecue than what was considered the best dessert.

According to Steve Rogers you could not beat a good apple pie with a dollop of thick cream or ice cream. The older Stark insisted on Tiramisu which combined alcohol and coffee. Whereas the younger Stark insisted that New York style cheesecake was the best dessert, though ice cream (of any type) was a close second.

He noticed that Rogers was rather experimental with his choice of food, wishing to try everything at least once. Thor ate whatever had the most meat, Stark knew what he liked and stuck to that while his daughter seemed filled by the small tub of soup she had half-eaten.

“Jane has mentioned you little Stark,” Soleil did not appreciate Thor’s new nickname for her.

“Okay?”

“You are an engineer?” Thor asked.

“Yup, my main focus is space, aerospace engineering if you will, but I am not confined to one area of study,” She said setting her half-eaten carton down.

“Jane had mentioned that you are attempting to colonise your moon?”

“Me personally no, but I wanna find a way to make the moon liveable, so we can continue our research,” she said taking a long sip of water.

The floodgates were opened up and Thor could only sit uncomfortably as she prattled on about her designs on space, how they might once again reach the moon and this time stay there. She had ideas with regard to terraforming, to establishing a liveable base, not just on the moon but Mars as well. They would be the first destinations in this new space race she dreamt up.

Loki recognised the blank look on Thor’s face, he had long since lost interest and Soleil quickly realised. Twiddling her fingers she fell silent, ashamed even, this made Loki frown. Her father wrapped an arm around her whispering something, she perked up a little.

Thor turned to Steve to start an entirely new conversation, which made Soleil wince. Tony reassured her all was well and rubbed her arm, only to annoy Macbeth who popped her head out to see who it was that was rubbing her.

“Sorry my scaly grandbaby,” Tony grinned at the indignant snake.

⸢Oh another one, what is this one the god of the farm?⸥ the snake complained looking a surprised Thor over.

⸢I am the god of thunder, serpent⸥

⸢I stand corrected oh great and powerful goat fucker⸥

“I do not recommend getting into an argument with it, it thinks anything other than the younger Stark is beneath it,” Loki said trying a slice of pizza, he found the combination sweeter than expected.

“So they’re both Dolittle’s?” Tony asked Soleil who shrugged she didn’t get it either, but apparently they could understand Macbeth in some way. She certainly reacted to whatever they said back to her.

“I don’t get it either,” she admitted.

“So she doesn't like me?” Tony asked Loki while Thor continued to glare at Macbeth, the snake in return glared back at Thor (somehow).

⸢You may tell him that I enjoy his company, the red machine is most comfortable for resting on and he is a delight for a human being!⸥

“She thinks your armour makes the perfect place to rest,” Loki translated.

“Well it’s good to know I’m useful for something,” Tony grinned rubbing the snakes chin as she leaned up to him.

⸢You did not tell him that I enjoy his company nor that he is a delight tell him, tell him!⸥ Macbeth snapped at Loki

⸢It must have slipped my mind dull scales⸥ Loki grinned.

⸢Pompous false serpent⸥ she complained slithering her way onto Tony’s shoulder, Steve wasn’t as sure about the snake, but Tony was used to her by now.

“She’s tame and a pest if you let her loose in a workshop but tame,” Tony assured Steve who still wasn’t sure meanwhile Macbeth curled herself up on top of Tony’s head, she liked to feel tall.

“She’s inquisitive not a pest,” Soleil insisted gently cooing at Macbeth wondering how it was that the gods communicated with her.

“She likes to nap in places she shouldn’t,” Macbeth was not pleased by this, it wasn’t her fault she found nice warm places to rest in his workshop. She slithered her way back to Soleil deeply offended, Tony rolled his eyes.

“Well maybe you shouldn’t leave your workshop unlocked,” Soleil argued as the serpent coiled herself around her right arm once again.

“Dum-E likes to roam the house, you know this Bee,” Tony argued, yes she did know, she had spent a childhood learning to know when Dum-E was out and about. She loved him, she really did but Dum-E was not built to handle fragile things, especially fragile children.

“Yes but should he be trusted to roam the house?” Soleil asked grinning when he failed to find a suitable answer. Everyone knew it wasn’t a good idea, Dum-E lived up to his name and while he was adorable he vastly overestimated his own skill and abilities.

Tony blinked several times, nope a reasonable argument still failed him, there was no good reason why Dum-E should be unleashed within the house, “So Point Break, what’s this about coffee and pop tarts?”

Thor lit up with a glorious and adorable smile, “My lady Jane introduced me to such wonderful refreshments.”

“And you were worried about feeding them actual food,” Tony whispered to Soleil who grinned to herself, “Well Point Break we do have coffee-”

“-Dad you can’t feed Thor your coffee,” Soleil protested as her dad made his way over to the coffee machine.

“What’s the worst that can happen?” Tony joked.

“It comes with a health warning!”

“It’s not that bad,”

“By buying it you accept all the dangers that coffee presents, you have to sign legally binding documents on the website, you can’t give it to an alien!” Tony wasn’t seeing the issue, those aliens were gods, “It literally killed three people last year.”

“You shouldn’t have said that,” Loki muttered at the exact same time Thor lit up, “Let me test this coffee!”

Soleil buried her face in her hands, Steve offered her a spring roll in consolation, she took it, to exhausted to care that she was full up. Trust her dad to find the one alien that would enable his terrible habits. Fuck this was going to be a long year.

The avengers (well Tony, Steve and Thor) discussed what they should do with Loki, the god of mischief had no say and Odin had decided to leave it in their hands. The obvious answer would be to lock him up, lock him away where he could cause no harm.

There was no place suitable on Midgard that the avengers were aware of, Loki knew of several places but would rather not assist any further attempts at incarceration. He watched them struggle amongst themselves to come up with the ideal solution.

“I can’t keep him here,” Tony protested to Thor who insisted this was the best place, “I have staff and my kid to consider.”

“You have a goat here?” Thor asked.

“Soo, allspeak translates things literally?” Tony asked perplexed, Loki rolled his eyes, no it didn’t, Thor had simply mistaken the context of the word which would have supplied the answer.

“Kid is slang for child, he’s talking about his daughter Soleil,” Steve told Thor who stood there just realising what Soleil was to Tony, “You didn’t know?”

“The big fella showed up in the middle of this mess, I don’t think he got the briefings,” Tony reasoned, “Sol’s my kid, child, offspring whatever you wanna say, point is while Bumblebee’s here I’m not hosting Loki.”

“Loki shall not harm your daughter Stark,” Thor half lied, in truth he might harm Soleil, Loki had done a lot worse in his past though usually that was for the sake of Asgard or the protection of his family.

“Look all you have to do is sneeze at my kid and boom, in hospital,” Tony argued.

“Your daughter is that fragile?” Thor wondered if it were an age thing, Darcy looked to be of a similar age and seemed hale.

“Yep kid’s a medical wonder, impossibility even, so unless I have proof that Loki can’t hurt my kid you’ll have to have him live somewhere else,”

“Why not call SHIELD?” Steve offered, Thor considered this, but Tony had the most peculiar expression one that made Loki take note.

Tony shuffled on his feet, “I’m not saying that… look Loki took out quite a few SHIELD agents, Phil included, everyone loved Phil. I’m not sayin’ he’d approve out loud, but I’m sure Fury would be willing to turn a blind eye if anyone… took advantage of Loki’s situation.”

To Tony’s surprise Steve agreed, “What other options do we have? Thor are there any other territories, realms or worlds that would take Loki?”

“The majority of the nine realms are overseen by Asgard, they would not be willing to risk Odin’s ire by inviting Loki – even as a captive – amongst their numbers,” Thor reasoned.

“Why do I get the feeling when you say overseen what you really mean is-” Steve elbowed Tony in the ribs to get him to shut up.

“Can’t you build a containment around a single floor in the tower?” Steve proposed.

“Yeah and then what happens, he tricks Jarvis or someone else to let him out. Hell Bee would let him out if meant she could learn some weird alien shit, or fuck, she’d let him out to… you said Puente Antiguo?” he turned to Thor.

“Yes?” the god of thunder blinked confused. “I landed there, it so happened that Jane Foster and Agent Phil were also there.”

“Riiiight, well fuck,” Tony ran a hand through his hair, “If he stays here… how much do you two know about engineering?”

“The sciences were Loki’s subjects not mine,” Thor answered.

“We can’t keep him here,” Tony insisted to Steve who was just as confused as everyone else.

“Tony the tower is the best option-” Steve was about to argue, but Tony was adamant against the idea.

“-No it’s not because if Bee finds out-”

“-If Bee finds out what?” Soleil asked, Tony jumped curing Natasha (back when she was Natalie) for teaching Soleil how to be sneaky.

“I do not see why Puente Antiguo is so important to my brothers confinement,” Thor frowned not understanding what was going on at all.

“Did you say Puente Antiguo?” Soleil rounded on a surprised Thor, he did not understand.

“Is this some mythical town I should visit?” Steve asked it had been mentioned a lot in five minuted.

“No, no Bee he didn’t, he said-” Tony tried to correct not realising Thor did not like to be called a liar.

“-Do not make me a liar Stark,” Thor threatened.

“Yeah Dad how dare you make the most venerable god of thunder out to be a liar, honestly have you no shame?” Soleil said placing her hands on her hips, Thor nodded in complete agreement.

Loki rolled his eyes at how quickly Thor soaked up the praise and attention, it was honestly embarrassing how easily the fool could be manipulated and it had taken a mortal one afternoon to discover this weakness.

“Puente Antiguo was where I met my Lady Jane, Darcy, Selvig and your beloved Agent Son of Coul,”

“You mean Coulson, he’s American, we don’t use Patronymic or Matronymic surnames. At least not in the way you’re probably thinking of them,” Soleil corrected, “He was just Coulson, His father was probably not named Coul. Like how I am Stark and not Anthonysdóttir.”

“I see,” Thor muttered, “That explains the oddity of Jane’s family name.”

“Yep so if you and Jane married on Earth, and she decided to take your name, just as an example off the top of my head-” Tony and Steve finally caught on, she was buttering up the god of Thunder, and he was eating it up, “-She would be Jane Odinson, which I suppose would be awkward in Asgard but normal here.”

“That does seem odd?” Thor admitted hating how it sounded, it made her sound his like his sister.

“So you met in Puente Antiguo, I once read it’s romantic to get married where you met your love, but a desert town seems… inappropriate for a wedding to a god, especially with it still in need of repair.”

“Yes, the destroyer created so much damage when it walked through the town,” Thor turned to Loki who sat back utterly amused that Thor had so easily fallen into Soleil’s trap, of course Thor read his amusement wrong.

“The destroyer?” Soleil asked.

“Yes, The Destroyer Automaton is a weapon and guardian of Asgard, it was sent by Loki to kill me,” Thor glared at Loki again, “I wonder if it is still where we left it?”

“You really think SHIELD would have left something called the destroyer alone after what we saw with the tesseract?” Steve asked not understanding Soleil’s interest.

“How dangerous is this thing?” Tony asked.

“It levelled a town Tony, it’s dangerous,” Steve reasoned.

“Hush that’s not important, so the destroyer was sent by Loki to what attack you? Did you defeat it battle then?” She asked.

“Yes, with my godhood and power restored I used my strength and lightning to best the destroyer in combat,” Thor proudly announced.

“That’s sooo amazing,” Loki rolled his eyes the falseness wet unnoticed by Thor, “So like, it’s no longer functioning?”

“No, I knew I could not best it if I attacked the body, so I attacked it’s core it’s power source, rendering it inoperable,” Thor answered.

“Amazing,” Soleil continued, “So, any random idiot can command it?”

Thor laughed at the jab at Loki, Loki just sat deeply disappointed in his brother who allowed his ego to be bolstered like this, “No, it can only be commanded by the king of Asgard.”

“Loki was king?” Tony asked.

“What Asgard’s never had a queen?” Soleil asked.

“How do you go from being King to invader?” Steve asked.

“Expansion of the empire?” Tony proposed, “One land beneath the Asgardian sun and all that.”

“So what, you get named ruler of Asgard, and you’re in automatic control of its weapons? How does that work?”

“Through the Odinforce, Gungier acts as a tool to harness this power and through the Odinforce any ruler can command the destroyer,” Thor answered wondering why she was asking this, “Why do you ask little stark?”

“But I imagine Steel or iron would easily break under the strength of Mjölnir right? So how did the destroyer withstand your combined might?”

It was hilarious how quickly Thor turned from suspicious to eager to explain just how incredible he was.

“The metal from which the destroyer and my Mjölnir is forged is known as Uru, it can only be forged in the megastructure that surrounds Nidavellir. The dwarves harness the power of their sun Nidavellir to forge Uru, they are the only race capable of such a feat,”

“Only because they guard their secrets like paranoid dragons,” Loki muttered.

“Dwarves?” Steve asked.

“Did he say megastructure surrounding a sun?” Tony asked

Soleil vibrated, actually vibrated.

“Soo how does someone get into Nidavellir?” Soleil asked.

“With charm and plenty of gold,” Loki answered

“I can get gold,” Soleil whispered loudly, “How much gold do you-”

“-Bumblebee I know all this is very exciting,” Her dad began to steer her away from the gods, “But this can wait until tomorrow when you’ve had your ten hours now go, sleep.”

“Ugh fine, oh,” She pulled out a piece of paper from her jacket pocket and read out loud, “Pepper says pick up the fucking phone, or she’s leaving you for a man called Seamus.”

“Shit,” he’d forgotten to call Pepper to reassure her he wasn’t dead, he still made sure to push Soleil out toward the Elevator, “Stick him on your floor for now Point Break.”

“My Floor?” Thor asked.

“Oh, oh right, you all have your own floor Jarvis will send you to the correct ones,” that was that. The Starks were gone.

“Why do I feel manipulated?” Thor asked.

“You are catching on much faster these days' brother,” Loki grinned.

Steve sighed, he wasn’t getting paid enough to deal with this bullshit.

#Loki/OFC #LokixOFC #Loki Odinson #Loki #Loki Fic #MCU Loki #Loki/OC #Stark OC

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The Tower: Unexpected - 9

The Tower: Unexpected An Avengers Fanfic

Series Masterlist Previous //

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

Word Count: 2223

Warnings: pregnancy, body image, smut (vaginal sex, pregnancy sex)

Synopsis: A little over 2 years after moving into the Avengers Tower, Elly finds herself pregnant against the odds. While some are excited, others are terrified, and pregnancy that none expected to happen causes rifts through the group and threatens to end the relationship.

Author’s Note: Written with the very salty-sweet @fanficwriter013

Chapter 9: Bucky

My next doctor's appointment involved doing a fasting blood glucose test at the start. Which meant I had to go right in before breakfast and drink a bottle of glucose drink and then wait an hour. Wanda, Sam, Nat, and Clint came with me this time and we were waiting around in the medbay waiting room, just messing about while the hour ticked down.

As the hour approached the doors opened and in strolled Bucky, sans cybernetic prosthesis. “Did I miss it? Tony was being Tony.”

I looked up at him in shock. I blinked and shook my head trying to see if I was having some weird kind of hallucination. I hadn’t seen him in over four months. It was crazy that he would just show up so casually with his arm removed. “I... what ... You... Did you do something to your hair?”

He looked at me deadpan. “Yes, but I also... Clint told me that Tony could take the arm off. And now I'm here. Sorry.”

I looked from Bucky to Clint and then back again. “You just took your arm off? Just like that?”

“Yes?” Bucky said like I was being obtuse. “It was why I wasn't here. Why wouldn't I get rid of it?”

“I don't know. It was your arm.” I said with a shrug. I didn’t know if I wanted to be angry at him for not thinking about it sooner or just relieved that he had figured it out now and it meant he could be here.

“No.” He said firmly. “That was never my arm. That was the arm they gave me. That was the arm they forced me to have. It was never mine.”

I got up and moved to him wrapping my arms around him and stroking his hair. “I'm glad you figured something out.”

“Well, it was your idea.”

I pulled back and looked up at him. “Does this mean we can share a bed alone now?”

He smiled softly and nodded. “I think that would be okay.”

“You aren't too late,” I said, kissing his cheek. “Just doing the blood glucose thing and being bored.”

“Oh, good,” Bucky said, sounding relieved and a little excited. “Clint told me we find out what they are today.”

“Yeah. Hopefully. If they play along.” I said pulling him back over to take a seat.

Bucky made a pained whine sound. “Okay.”

“What was that?”

“If they play along. They’re our kids.”

I laughed and leaned against him. “You think they won’t? Maybe if they don't we'll know they're Tony's.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Yeah, because any kid of Clint’s would ever play along.”

“If one of them seems to slip and smack into the other one, then we'll know it's Clint's.” I teased.

“Hey!” Clint protested. “I’m right here!”

“Clint! One time you went to walk over the bed, got your foot wrapped in the covers and launched yourself so far you ended up doing a forward roll into the bathroom.”

“With grace,” Clint said.

Doctor Schroeder stepped out of the examination room and looked over our group. “Okay, Elly if you want to come and get your blood drawn we can get to the good stuff.”

I went in alone and she took blood and while I got comfortable on the examination table she went and got the others. They grouped around the table, all trying to get in a position where they both could touch me, not be in the way and see the screen. It wasn’t entirely successful but they did their best.

“Are we all ready?” Doctor Schroeder said as she squirted the gel on my stomach.

“Yes, hurry up!” Wanda said.

I started giggling and squeezed her hand.

“Well, someone is excited.” Doctor Schroeder said and began moving the wand around on my stomach. The babies were visible right away and they looked more like babies now than they ever had. She did some measurements. “We’re finding the genders right?”

“Yes! Hurry!” Wanda said sounding frustrated as she stared up at the screen.

Doctor Schroeder broke down in laughter. “Okay, okay. Keep your pants on.” She moved the wand around some more and pointed at the vague shape on the screen. “See that little shape there.”

“Is that …?” Bucky started.

“His wiener?” Clint finished.

Doctor Schroeder chuckled. “Yes, baby number one is a boy.”

“Pietro,” I said, grinning at Wanda. She smiled and leaned over and kissed me.

She moved the wand around some more and after some uncomfortable pushing against my stomach, she found what she wanted. “That little hamburger shape there, that means baby number two is a girl.”

“One of each,” Bucky said, looking up at the screen and tapping his hand on my forearm.

“Riley and Pietro,” I said.

“Okay, everything looks fine. We'll run the blood tests. Were there any other questions?” The doctor said.

“No,” Wanda said, speaking for all of us.

She wiped off my stomach and started putting the equipment away. “Okay, in the next few weeks the kicks should be hard enough for others to feel. If there's nothing else, I'll let you go and see you in 4 weeks.”

“How long will the tests take?” Clint asked.

“Mister Stark has rushes on everything. We'll know this afternoon. I’ll email them to Elly. Otherwise, you’re all good to go.” She said.

“Thank you,” I said, pulling my pants back up and heading out to the elevator. “One of each,” I said as we stepped inside.

“Both,” Wanda confirmed, putting her hands on my stomach.

“Little Riley and Pietro,” I said. “We need to think of middle names.”

“Middle names?” Clint asked.

“Yeah, you know?” I said. “Like how yours is Francis?”

“Oh right.”

“You wanna know something weird? So is mine.” I said patting Clint’s forearm.

“It is not,” Clint said.

“Yes, it is. Elise Frances Cooper. Spelled different. Like the country owns me.”

Bucky snorted. “Well, Elly the Cooper that belongs to France. You’re a dork.”

“I know, I love you too,” I say. “God, we have so much to do. We still don’t even have a place to put them.”

“I’m working on it. Tony’s actually planning things. I promise.” Clint said.

“Does he even know it’s twins?” I asked and Clint shook his head. “When did you find out, Buck?”

“Not until Clint came to talk to me about the arm,” Bucky said. “Steve didn’t think I’d be able to handle it.”

I frowned and nodded. “I wonder if Bruce knows. Like, is Hulk passing him on information. We should go see Hulk and tell him.”

The elevator paused and changed directions. “You need to chill out, El. Your brain is going a mile a minute.” Sam said.

“I can’t help it. I haven’t even bought maternity clothes. These are just the stretchiest sweatpants I own.” I said.

“I’ll take you shopping, sweetie,” Wanda said. “It’s okay.”

The doors opened onto Bruce’s floor and we went down to his apartment and let ourselves in. Hulk jumped up from where he was sitting and rushed over.

“Elly. You see babies?” He asked.

“We sure did, big guy,” I said as he put his large hand on my stomach.

“Tell Hulk.” He said in his deep rumble.

“One of each. Boy and a girl.” I said.

A broad grin broke out on his face and he clapped his hands. “Hulk happy. Want to meet babies.”

“Yeah, me too, big guy,” I said. “Can we sit?”

“Sit.” He grunted. We all took seats on the couches and Wanda went to make tea.

“Alright, you better come here and cuddle me, Buck. You have a lot to make up for. I need to hear how sorry you are for abandoning me.” I said as I took a seat next to Hulk.

“I had nightmares about choking you or the babies.” He said as he moved next to me.

“Yeah? Did you? I had nightmares about smothering them. Them falling apart in my hands. Of them being run over. Of dropping them. It’s nice you got the choice to run from it though. Would have been nice to get some time to deal with that without the morning sickness and physical exhaustion of being pregnant.”

He wrapped his arm around me and I moved in against his chest. “I am sorry, El.”

“I missed you,” I said as I rested my head against his chest.

“I’m here now.” He whispered. “I’ll be here.”

“I forgive you. I'm glad you're here. And now completely armless... Get it?” I teased. He looked at me deadpan and I started to giggle. “Armless, get it? Because you were scared of hurting us and now you're armless?” The look changed but was still extremely serious. The kind of look that might scare someone else. “Armless… harmless… get it Bucky?”

He cracked and started laughing. “You are such a dork.”

“There we go. Got there in the end.” I said, leaning up and kissing him.

// NEXT

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One Tony is brilliant but two would be beautiful, three would be heart stopping and four would be world shattering. It's seems the Multiverse has deemed it's Tony day and the averages have so many Tony's on there hands it's ether a dream or a nightmare.

Well, we’ll see how this turns out! God help me I hope this isn’t confusing with so many Tonys. This… honestly ended up kind of self indulgent because its fun to consider how many versions of a person would end up existing in a universe of infinite possibilities.

The first Tony to show up- besides himself of course- wakes him up in the middle of the night and calls him an asshole. And, because he’s talking to himself, he tells himself to fuck off and goes back to sleep until the morning. But then two more of him have shown up and they’re all squabbling over suit designs when Tony wakes up and makes his way to the common area of the compound.

The rest of the team is watching them all, confused, when Tony walks into the room. “Please tell me you aren’t another,” Steve says and he frowns.

“Why is there three of me in the living room?” he asks and Bruce’s eyebrows draw together.

“Tony, if anyone would have the answer to that it’s you,” he says.

“Hey, yeah, how come you guys have Bruce Banner? Is he not the Hulk in this universe?” one of him asks.

They all frown, confused. “I’m still the Hulk,” Bruce says but the Tony that spoke looks as confused as the avengers do.

“Then why are you all… Bruce Banner-y? In my universe you let the Hulk take over permanently. I don’t know the details, just what Hulk said and frankly it makes no sense.”

Bruce looks more confused than before and then shrugs. “I… don’t know how or even why that would happen. Hulk only comes out if he’s needed,” he says.

“How come this Steve wears a cooler suit than my Steve? My Steve wears an ugly ass bought colored flag thing and yeah maybe this Steve’s suit looks like its in need of a wash but its definitely cooler,” another Tony says.

“I designed it,” Tony explains and the other him nods.

“Makes sense. SHIELD designs our suits minus mine obviously. Guess Coulson likes the nostalgia.”

Clint perks up, “your Coulson is alive?” he asks and oh, that’s rough. Tony has hear rumors that they were together before he died but he’s never really gotten confirmation. This isn’t confirmation either, but it does seem to support the rumors.

The other Tony nods. “Is your Coulson… not alive?” he asks.

“No,” Steve says. “Is your SHIELD not HYDRA?” he asks and right, good question. Count on Steve to think of it.

The Tony that spoke frowns. “Um. Not that I know of. Yours was?”

“Mine was too,” says the third Tony. “Then the apocalypse happened but since New York is still here I assume that didn’t happen in this universe.”

The Tony with Hulk instead of Bruce raises an eyebrow. “The apocalypse, huh. How come you guys got all the exciting stuff and I only got dumped by Pepper?” he asks.

“No that happened here too,” Tony tells him.

“Boo on us,” he mumbles but the Tony with maybe-not-HYDRA-SHIELD and alive Coulson frowns.

“Are none of you dating Steve?” he asks. “We’re married in my universe. I mean I assumed you two were together here too since he knew right away none of us were you,” he says to Tony.

“I’m with Steve,” Apocalypse Tony says.

“Right on,” Alive Coulson Tony says, high living the other him.

Steve looks, Tony thinks, as confused as he does. “There are… multiple universes where we’re together?” he asks but more out of disbelief than curiosity.

The two Tonys that are apparently with Steve shrug. “Yeah. I mean, I just sort of assumed we were all with you. To be honest I can’t really imagine my life without you. Well, not you. Other you,” Apocalypse Tony says and its probably only because he knows himself, even in other universes he guesses, that he knows that particular Tony pities him. So does Alive Coulson Tony and frankly he resents that. At least Dumped By Pepper Tony gets it even if he’s got a weird Bruce situation going.

“So,” Tony says, changing the subject, “why the hell are you all here?”

Steve watches as four Tony’s squabble about suit designs and the things they tired, the things they dismissed, and all of them ripping on the other’s designs. When people say you’re your own worst critic Steve thinks they should all watch this exchange because none of the Tony’s like the other Tony’s designs. One of them is on about repulser technology being inefficient and a relic of the past, another is on about the color pattern being shit, the third is on about the helmet, his Tony in particular is admonishing the others about not using nano tech. It’s a mess.

“Can you guys just… get back to your own universes?” he asks and they all turn in sync. Its creepy as hell to watch considering they all have the same look on their faces, even the ones who are dating him apparently, and not one of them looks impressed.

“We need to figure out how to get each one of them back to the right universe and there’s literally infinity options to chose from. We’re running tests,” his Tony says.

“Leave the science to the big boys,” Apocalypse Tony adds.

“Well maybe he has ideas,” Alive Coulson Tony says.

“Yeah, but they’re never really good,” Weird Bruce Tony says.

“Don’t be rude, he tries his best,” Alive Coulson Tony says and Weird Bruce Tony sighs.

“I’m aware of that but he really should stick to strategy. That’s his expertise.”

“Tony, send them back,” Steve tells his Tony in particular.

“I will once I’m done explaining to them why they all suck.”

The other three Tony’s turn in sync, all making the exact same offended noise and just like that they’re off again. Steve sighs and decides to break out the big guns.

Pepper and Natasha over see the four Tony’s and every time one of them tries to argue about something unrelated to getting them all back to the right universe they tell them to get back on track. That’s when the fifth Tony shows up and they all frown. “Why am I white?” he asks the other four and Natasha’s Tony in particular grins.

“FRI, call Rhodey and tell him I’m black,” he says. “In another universe. Tell him I’m black in another universe,” he amends.

The other three Tony’s raise their eyebrows in sync and that’s creepy. “I guess we come in different races,” Apocalypse Tony says.

Black Tony rolls his eyes, “there are infinite universes dumbass- we come in all races and genders. Don’t know why I ended up with four white me’s though,” he mumbles.

“We’re Italian,” Tony says but Alive Coulson Tony frowns at that so clearly he isn’t Italian.

Black Tony squints, “I hate to break it to you, but Italy is in Europe. You’re white,” he says and Natasha’s Tony laughs.

“Yeah, I know that. What I meant was that that’s where we came from. Which obviously isn’t the case for you, and your accent tells me you’re American which probably means you don’t actually know your origin country,” he says.

“I’m actually Romanian,” Alive Coulson Tony says. “And Jewish. Any of you Jewish?” he asks and the rest of the Tonys frown.

“I’m an atheist,” Black Tony says and the rest nod.

Romanian Tony rolls his eyes, “oh course you all are,” he mumbles.

“So, out of curiosity any of you married to Rhodey?” Black Tony who is also apparently Married To Rhodey Tony asks.

The rest of the Tonys shake their heads. “My Rhodey died,” Apocalypse Tony says and Natasha’s Tony winces.

“Mine’s fine, but we aren’t married. I mean we experimented a little in college but that’s it.” Pepper looks surprised by this but doesn’t say anything. “Also these idiots are married to Steve. Rogers,” he adds for clarification. Apocalypse Tony and Romanian and also apparently Jewish Tony exchange a look while Married to Rhodey Tony wrinkles his nose.

“Steve and I hate each other,” he says and Natasha’s Tony lets out a sigh of relief.

“Finally someone with sense,” he says, earning a dirty look from Romanian and Apocalypse Tony.

They at least figure out where all the Tony’s are coming from, but not until Tony But A Woman shows up with Starbucks. “Why are you all looking at me like that? I knew i’d be stuck here for awhile so I got coffee,” she says.

“Nice to know I’m hot in all sexes,” Natasha’s Tony says, eyeing himself- herself?- up.

Lady Tony wrinkles her nose. “Pig. Guess male me is a gross asshole,” she mumbles.

“He used to have a stripper plane,” Pepper tells her, selling their Tony out in an instant and he looks way too offended at this.

Lady Tony gives him a dirty look. “I hope you aren’t married to Natasha in this universe,” she says and Natasha’s eyebrows fly up.

“We’re married?” she asks. Its not like she’s told anyone about her sexuality and frankly she doesn’t even know if she’s attracted to women or men given how the Red Room forced her to flirt with anything that moved if that’s what would get her information. Now its sort of second nature and whatever attraction that may or may not have been there is long eroded. Guess her in another universe figured out what she hasn’t.

Tony But a Woman frowns. “We’re… not together in this universe?” she asks.

“Stripper plane,” Natasha says in way of an explanation and Woman Tony nods sagely.

“In my defense,” her Tony starts but Married to Rhodey Tony cuts him off.

“There is no defense, that’s shitty and you should feel shitty,” he says.

“I had a very good relationship with those women and what they did was hard work. They tried to teach me once and I almost broke my neck, you should respect them even if you think I’m an ass. Which is a fair opinion,” he says and well, Natasha wasn’t expecting that.

“In your universe,” she asks Woman Tony, “was I a Black Widow?”

She frowns, “a who?”

“You know. Black Widow. Red Room, kinda attached to HYDRA but not really?” her Tony says but Woman Tony still looks confused.

“I don’t know what that is either,” Married to Rhodey Tony says.

“Then what am I even like?” Natasha asks, unable to conceptualize herself outside that scope of being.

Woman Tony grins, “still hot.” She rolls her eyes because apparently Tony is a pig in both sexes.

“That answers nothing. You a superhero?” her Tony asks and Lady Tony laughs.

“Oh my god, you have delusions of grander that put mine to shame,” she says.

The rest of the Tony’s look confused. “No we’re all superheroes. Iron Heart?” Married to Tony Rhodey says and the other four frown.

“Iron Man,” her Tony corrects but the rest nod so they’ve taken that name too.

Married to Rhodey Tony rolls his eyes. “White me’s aren’t creative,” he mumbles and then eyes up Woman Tony. “Except you, you might be creative I don’t know yet.”

“There are universes where we are honest to god superheroes?” she asks.

“Did you universe find Steve Rogers?” Pepper asks and Woman Tony frowns.

“Yeah, dead seventy years after he went into the ice- are you telling me he’s alive in your universes?” she asks.

Their Tony nods to Romanian Tony and Apocalypse Tony. “They’re married to him. We hate him,” he says, gesturing to himself and Married to Rhodey Tony. “But if you aren’t a superhero what do you do? Did you get kidnapped in Afghanistan? What is your life like?” Tony asks.

Woman Tony shrugs. “Fine I guess. I run the company- green energy mostly. Howard didn’t like it much but Howard can bite me,” she says.

Married to Rhodey Tony, “Howard?”

The rest of the Tony’s look at him, all of them annoyed. “You didn’t have Howard Stark as a parent? What’s your relationship like with your dad?” Apocalypse Tony asks.

Married to Rhodey Tony shrugs. “Fine, I guess. I mean we aren’t close but we aren’t on bad terms. I… take it you guys are on bad terms with your dads?” he asks more than states.

“Howard was an abusive piece of shit,” Woman Tony says and the rest nod in agreement.

Married to Rhodey Tony lets out a soft laugh, “sucks to be you guys. The company though- why are you running it?” he asks Woman Tony but the rest look confused too.

“Its… Stark Industries?” their Tony says, frowning. “I mean Pep has been running SI for like ten years almost now, but still. I had it before I made her CEO.”

The rest of the Tonys give Natasha’s Tony a confused look. “You gave Pepper the company?” Woman Tony asks, shocked.

“Mine went under in the apocalypse but I manage,” Apocalypse Tony says.

“I still have mine but I don’t do clean energy I do oil. Engineering was always my second love,” Romanian Tony says and her Tony wrinkles his nose.

“You’re killing the planet you dumb piece of shit. What kind of superhero are you? You’re not saving anything,” he says, surprisingly angry about this.

“You almost ended the world with Ultron,” Natasha reminds him.

“That was an accident,” Tony says in his defense and only Apocalypse Tony seems to forgive him for that one.

“Wait, can we go back to the company? What the hell is Stark Industries? In my universe I work at Rhodey’s company and its Rhodes Labs. What’s Rhodey do here?” he asks their Tony.

“He’s a colonel in the Air Force. He runs a company in your universe?” he asks and Married to Rhodey Tony nods.

“Pharmaceuticals.Very focused on getting medications to poorer areas both in America and elsewhere.”

Woman Tony frowns, “then how the fuck did you end up a superhero? Actually I want all your origin stories. Are we still Italian?” she asks.

“I’m Romanian. Are you Jewish?” he asks and she frowns.

“No, I’m Catholic,” she says and the atheist Tonys all wrinkle their noses.

The downside to a bunch of Tonys is that they all know how the other thinks and they keep shooting down ideas as soon as they crop up, and they crop up fast. “Look- first of all we need to break the damn connection. Who did this? Stripper plane?” Woman Tony asks, glaring at their Tony. He sighs and Natasha shares a look with Pepper, who’s just as amused as she is.

“Why have none of you closed the damn connection to the other universes?” someone new asks and they look over to find an annoyed brown woman who is, despite her obvious differences to the rest of the Tonys, unmistakably another Tony.

“I told them to do that but you know. Men,” Woman Tony 1.0 says.

Other Woman Tony squints and looks around. “Are none of you from Afghanistan?” she asks.

Their Tony sighs, “no. In this universe I was the weapons developer who pretty much single handedly ruined the country. Sorry about that,” he says, at least looking properly ashamed even if Afghanistan Tony looks confused.

“What are you talking about? Afghanistan is fine. Is America a third world country in this universe? It is in mine.”

Natasha’s Tony’s eyebrows fly up. “Plot twist.”

“Are you Jewish?” Romanian Tony asks and their Tony rolls his eyes.

“She’s wearing a hijab- obviously fucking not,” he says and Afghanistan Tony laughs.

“I take it none of you are Muslim?”

“Most of them are atheists except him,” Woman Tony says, Romanian Tony. “I’m Catholic. Left over from my Italian roots though I guess these guys didn’t stick to that,” he says, a little judgment in her voice.

Their Tony rolls his eyes, “I found food culture more important than a mary sue magical sky fairy,” he says and Natasha claps her hands as all three religious Tonys suck in a breath.

“Get yourselves the fuck out of the wrong universe!” she tells them.

“Wait- before we get to that are you also a superhero?” Married to Rhodey Tony asks Afghanistan Tony.

“Yeah, Iron Heart. You?” she asks and he grins.

“Alright- another creative. These idiots go by ‘Iron Man’ like some kind of freaks. This one isn’t even a superhero. Are you married to Rhodey?” he asks and Afghanistan Tony frowns.

“Who?” she asks and the rest of the Tonys look offended. “What? Are none of you married to Nick? Fury,” she clarifies when they all look confused. They all raise their eyebrows when she says Nick’s last name and color Natasha curious she wants to know too.

“He’s like… basically my dad in my universe,” Woman Tony 1.0 says and Afghanistan Tony wrinkles her nose.

“Same here, ish,” her Tony says.

“Died in the apocalypse,” Apocalypse Tony says.

“Don’t even know who that is,” Romanian Tony says and when her Tony tells him he was the former director of SHIELD he frowns. “Coulson runs SHIELD.”

“Is SHIELD a non profit organization here?” Afghanistan Tony asks. They all look confused so she takes that as a no. “Huh. Well that’s how I met Nick- who is my age in my universe. I was doing charity work in America.”

“Does he still have only one eye?” Natasha asks because all those Tonys must be dying to ask but they’re all exercising extreme self control not to ask. They all look relieved when she does it for them and Afghanistan Tony nods.

“Lost an eye to infection in childhood. Not unusual in America,” she says. Clint is going to lose his shit when she tells him later.

Clint looks annoyed and honestly Bruce can’t blame him. “They drank all the fucking coffee,” he says.

“Ate all the cookies too and Afghanistan Tony is a scrapper- don’t try and take her sweets.” Even Hulk wouldn’t battle it out with her and Bruce wasn’t about to test his luck. He just wanted a damn cookie.

“They figured it out!” Natasha yells, running into the kitchen all but crying in relief. He would too, if he’d been put in charge of keeping them all organized. “Thank fuck. You should have seen them all argue about the fucking suits. Who cares?” she says, shaking her head. “Also apparently there is a universe where I am not only married to Tony, but I also own a pet shop and wear Uggs. I should horrible and I hate me,” she says.

“Anyone say anything about me?” Clint asks and Nat nods.

“Yeah, Afghanistan Tony’s world is weird and America is a third world country and you got some disease that made you go deaf in your teens,” she says.

Clint sulks. “Why the fuck do I get the short stick?” he mumbles.

Natasha squints, “I wear Uggs and I’m married to Tony. Deafness is not that bad, especially compared to that,” she says.

“Any news about the other me’s?” Bruce asks and Natasha nods.

“There’s a short fat Russian Tony that married you but then you got killed by his rivals in Poland and also World War Two ended ten years later than it did here in that universe.”

Bruce winces. “Yikes.”

“Weirdest Tony to show up, go,” Clint says.

Natasha shrugs, “probably a toss up between Japanese Tony who really liked her Kawaii fashion choices or the one Tony that showed up that we think was an alien but none of us were totally sure. We had no fucking clue what he was trying to say. Or even if he was a he.”

“How is alien Tony on par with Kawaii Tony?” he asks.

Natasha pulls out her phone and shows him a picture of all the Tony’s together with Japanese Kawaii Tony in the front in a bunch of pastel colors with fuzzy mint green cat ears on, baby pink hair in big curls that suggests she’s wearing a wig, and a giant smile on her face. He can spot their Tony right away because he looks as confused by this version of himself as he and Clint do. “I see your point,” he says. “She Iron Man too? Or Iron Woman?” he amends.

Natasha lets out a loud snort, “oh my god guys, you should have seen her suit it was a thing of beauty. Tony in pastels should be immortalized.”

“Actually it was, she had the best designs out of all of us. Which is fucking nuts when you consider that the suits were designed to look like stuffed animals from her childhood. Guess I don’t sacrifice style in any universe,” Tony says.

Clint raises an eyebrow, “seriously?” he asks.

Tony nods. “Yeah. She put that suit through the fucking ringer and came out with some pretty damn sweet designs and functions. Kinda wished I could have picked her brain longer. Also she told my Japanese was an insult to the language.”

Bruce snorts and starts laughing. “Sounds like something you’d say.”

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Bottle-7: Nightmares

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Author’s Note: Originally posted to ao3 (This is an edited and improved version), I work in info from the comics (Like Hawkeye was married to Mockingbird and Red Skull had a disappointing daughter) and I took a few liberties with what the scepter could do (but not really because the Mind Stone was used to create the Twins so what I did is not that far-fetched). This is a lot more angst than I realized when I wrote it, but it’s compelling angst.

Summary: Cassandra Campbell is a Stark Industries lab tech with dubious genetics and a history with the new Director of SHIELD. She’s been working in New York since right before the Chitauri invasion. What does she have to do with Loki, and what will happen when he returns? Starts post TDW and continues to the end of AoU.

Pairing(s): Phil Coulson x OFC (Past), Loki x OFC (Non-con), Clint Barton x OFC, Steve Rogers x OFC

Word Count: 4004

Story Warnings: So many, worst (to me) are bolded. Younger woman/older man relationship,non-con, mutilation, torture, mind control, PTSD, depression, alcoholism, forced abortions, bad things (non-con) in a church, insomnia, memory manipulation, eventual consensual oral sex (female and male receiving),

Chapter Warnings: insomnia, nightmares, depression, alcoholism, general identity issues, bad German from Google Translate, mentions of suicidal thoughts

Cassie's dreams hadn't been what would be called 'pleasant' in a couple years, but her nightmares had steadily become more distressing. When she woke, she took a deep breath to steady her heart rate and it fell immediately. She rubbed at her eyes with the blanket and folded it, throwing it next to her jump seat.

"You okay?" Clint asked, from the pilot's seat. Natasha had traded for the seat beside him.

"I'm fine," Cassie said, her voice monotone as she stood to walk up between the two agents.

"Well, maybe this’ll cheer you up. Welcome home," Clint said, reaching over to flip several switches on the jet's console.

Cassie looked out at the New York skyline. Twinkling lights and skyscrapers greeted her as she looked out the front of the jet. Right in the middle of the picturesque landscape stood Stark Tower, the visual confirmation of Tony Stark's ego. She might have found it beautiful if it weren’t the building where Loki Laufeyson had turned her into a monster... twice. 'Home' was not the word she would use.

As they walked into the top of the Tower, Steve walked out of a door to their immediate left. "Romanoff, Barton, mission debrief."

The agents split off from her without a word. Cassie looked around, seeming a bit lost as she set her bag against the closest wall. "Lab tech!" She heard from her right. "Come talk to me."

Cassie nodded and headed over to Tony. He shut the door behind her and headed to a wet bar behind to his desk. He poured two glasses of scotch and set one on the opposite edge of his desk, right in front of her. He sat down and took a sip, eyeing her. "How was Austria?" he asked as she picked up the tumbler.

She looked down at the glass. "It was good. Nice." She took a sip. It was smooth and strong. Much better than the home-made vodka she'd been downing every night to help her sleep. "All I had to worry about was bratwurst and God."

"Well, that sounds... so boring. Boring like listening to Cap extol on the virtues of the 'good ol' days'."

"Well, it might not be saving the world, but I wasn't putting it in danger, either. And it was quiet. I thought it might help me to... deal." She whispered the last word.

"Yeah. Everybody has their coping methods. Me, I drink a lot," Tony said, lifting his glass. "Or, I make metal suits. Hawk shoots stuff, Romanoff kills things. You and Banner seem to be fans of the 'disappear into the middle of nowhere and get a taste of the simple life' method. Whatever. Diff'rint strokes. But what's important is you come back when you're needed. And here you are."

"I hope it doesn't diminish anything that I tried to run when... Barton showed up." She didn't feel quite up to 'first-naming' Hawkeye, yet.

"Not at all. Figured you would. Look, you're here and in not a whole lot worse condition than when you left. I had Pepper put you on a leave of absence when Loki grabbed you, so you have a job downstairs, if you want it. And you're still what Fury calls 'enhanced', so you have a job up here."

"I don't know. I mean... I haven't even considered coming back to the lab."

"You've got time to think about it, but I'd really like you on the team when we go searching for the sceptre. It's like an epic quest. It'll be fun," he encouraged.

"Maybe."

"Well, either way, why don't you head over to the lab, let Banner scan you? I'd like to make sure Austria didn't fuck you up."

Cassie nodded, finishing off her scotch and standing.

**********

She opened the sliding door to the lab and smiled, timidly. Banner wasn't a man she'd spoken with much before, but he seemed to be the only one who didn't have judgement in his eyes when he looked at her. "Oh, hello. Welcome back. Why don't you get a seat?" Bruce said, adjusting his glasses and tapping away at a tablet.

She jumped up on the exam table and looked around at all the equipment, most of it familiar, but some of it obviously specialized. "So, 'Red Queen', huh?"

"Well, it's just something I was tossing around. Everyone's got a superhero name, you know. The big guy's The Hulk, Tony is Iron Man. Hawkeye, Black Widow, Captain America. I thought you, you know, you ought to have one, too."

"Well, I like it. It's better than 'Red Skulletta'," she said, with a small smile. Bruce just continued looking down at his tablet. "That was a joke." She leaned forward. "Maybe I should try it in German. They got a kick out of me back in Hohenhems."

Bruce looked up from his tablet and gave a little smile as he took off his glasses. "Sorry. I get lost in the science sometimes. How was Hohenhems?"

Cassie smiled. "It was quiet. The people were really nice, worked with me, helped me learn German, well, relearn it. It was simple. I was... almost happy there. Working on happy, anyway. Until Loki found me, again. That always puts an end to 'happy'."

Bruce scanned her from head to toe. "Well, at least you're here now," he said, absentmindedly.

"Yeah." Everyone seemed to think that was a good thing. Who was she to argue?

"Let me just get some blood and you can head down to your apartment." Anxiety flooded her at the mention of her apartment and Banner’s tablet beeped. "Or, judging by that spike in your blood pressure, you might want to find one of Tony's couches to crash on."

She smiled, embarrassed. "Speaking of crashing, you got anything that would help me sleep?"

"Yeah. I have a couple sedatives around. Insomnia?" he asked, straightening her arm and wrapping a rubber band around her bicep.

"No... uh, nightmares," she whispered, as he gently pushed a needle into her vein.

Bruce nodded. He pulled out the vial of blood and labelled it, before walking over to a cabinet and grabbing a bottle. "This is Lorazapam. Take one about half an hour before you try to sleep. It'll relax you and your mind won't be so anxious. It should work on the nightmares better than Tony's scotch would."

She felt her cheeks heat up at that. How'd he know she was planning to steal her boss' amazing scotch? She jumped down and grabbed the bottle from his hand. She smiled and thanked him. She had her hand on the door when Banner turned his back to her. "Scrutiny sucks," he said, suddenly. The words sounded awkward from the quiet scientist.

Cassie turned back, pushing the pill bottle into her pocket. Bruce took off his glasses, setting them on the table next to him. "I mean... it's no one else's business what happened between you and Coulson. No one's business why you left that base in the Alps. But they will be watching, judging, because that's... human nature."

She sighed, sadly. "I left because I wanted to try to outrun the scrutiny. Guess that was wishful thinking."

"Well... I... I'm not the judging type. The other guy has done some horrible things, so I don't judge. If you need an ear... I'm in this lab, most of the time."

Cassie smiled a little, stepping forward, then jumping back onto the exam table, leaning back on it. "Can I hang in here with you, for a little while, then? I don't want to deal with Steve's cold looks, or the weirdness with Barton. Eventually, we're going to get a call from Phil, and I'll have those questions to answer. I'll take a judgement-free zone where I can get it."

"Why don't you have one of those Lorazapams, take a nap?"

She took the pills out of her pocket and placed five on her tongue. She took a deep breath and rolled over on her side, curling her arm under her head and closing her eyes.

********************

Cassie had read somewhere that dreams of running for your life, being hunted by something that you can instinctively tell is faster than you, were normal. She'd never been able to find anything about being the one on the hunter side. Her dream-self cornered its prey and pulled them to her. "Hail Hydra," she whispered in her prey's ear as she brought a knife to their neck. "Sie werden nie dein schicksal besiegen, [You will never defeat your fate.]" she whispered, before violently pulling the knife across her victim's throat. As the body fell to the concrete beneath her dream self, Cassie could see her own face on the victim.

Her eyes flew open, her whole body tense. "Sie werden nie dein schicksal besiegen," she whispered, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. She looked around and saw Tony and Bruce, standing outside the lab doors, looking at a tablet. She looked at her watch. She'd gotten six hours. She hadn't gotten that much sleep in one go since she left the Playground. "Thank you, Ativan," she said, grabbing the bottle from the table next to the exam table and jumping down. She opened the lab door and smiled at the scientists.

"How'd you sleep?" Bruce asked.

"Better than I have in months, actually. Made it past hour four, so..." Cassie cleared her throat. "Um, Tony... sir. I'm in a good... well, a rested mindset, so I wanted to tell you that I'm going to respectfully decline going back to work in the lab."

Tony shrugged. "No biggie. I'm sure we can-"

"I'd like to focus on Ops training. I'm excited to make sure Loki never lays hands on that scepter again. I'd like to go on that quest. But being strong and fast won't do me any good if I can't fight. And if I can't fight, then I'm useless here."

The men exchanged a look. "Okay. I'll tell Romanoff you need some ass-kicking lessons," Tony responded.

"Don't bother. I'll talk to Barton. That conversation's gotta happen sometime. Better now, when I've had an almost full round of sleep," she said, before walking away.

She found him, with the help of Jarvis, several levels below the penthouse in a large open room with dozens of targets. "Stark made a shooting range? How thoughtful," Cassie said, walking in behind him.

"There's also some foam mats in a closet somewhere, in case Tash gets the urge to kick my ass," he said, throwing the knife that sat balanced on his fingers into a target behind him.

"Got a minute?"

He nodded and grabbed two folding chairs from the wall next to the door. She sat in one, turning it so that her chest was leaning on the back rest. "I was deluded, back at der... the Playground. To think I could carry a Jotun baby... it would have killed me. You saved me from myself. And I hated you for it."

She rested her chin on her hands, on the backrest of the chair. "I understand now. I can't win against destiny. Can't run or hide. I was created to be a super-soldier. I wasn't created to be a scientist or-or a mother. So, I may as well fulfill that."

"I thought you weren't Ops material?"

"Well, I must be. Joanna was pretty good at all that stuff. Sliding down elevator cables, jumping from fire escapes to windows... I did that stuff. Somewhere in me is the fortitude for Ops training. So, I'm coming to you, the one person who has known me longer than anyone except Phil and Fury. Teach me Ops."

Clint looked down. "Who told you?"

"I must've known. Realized I'd seen you trailing me. Joanna knew. Fury confirmed it for her...me... and then you admitted to watching me with a high power scope. Pretty easy there.” She sighed, heavily, a thickness filling her chest. “I don't mind, well, I do, but... I'm Red Skull's daughter. Phil was a level 8 agent. Fury had to keep his eye out."

Clint sighed, disappointed in himself. "I'm sorry. I wanted to tell you. I just... didn't know how."

"It's fine, Clint. It's good to have someone around who knows me... because I don't think I know myself right now." Her eyes stung as she said the words.

Clint stood, before dropping to his knees next to her. "Cassie, you don't know who you are? I do. You are a scientist. You matched wits with some of the brightest minds in Stark Industries. You are a wonderful, intelligent, selfless woman who has faced so much in the last two years. To come out alive... I'm amazed by you. I've been amazed by you from the moment Fury put me on you." He grabbed her shoulders and turned her to look at him.

"I thought it'd be boring. I thought I'd just have to wait a week or so to get evidence of you meeting with Hydra operatives or using Coulson somehow. What I saw was beauty. I saw confidence. I saw a woman deeply in love with a man who was never really around to return that love.” Clint smiled, slightly. “I remember Phil going on a mission once, and you sat around sewing the holes in his suits, while studying tissue histology in a microscope. You never made friends, because Phil was all you cared about. You based your entire life around a man who was gone for weeks at a time. You got your school work done in between making sure everything was perfect every day, just in case Coulson came home. And the day he came home, and wouldn't shut his fucking face about that cellist he saved... I remember the look on your face when you decided to leave everything you had behind and embark on a life by yourself with his kid, so that he could be happy. You didn't even cry, because you were happy letting him be happy. That is you. Selfless, loyal, never thinking about yourself."

She couldn't deny the tears rolling down her cheek this time. "I don't feel like that woman anymore. I lost... everything. I lost Phil. I lost Faye. I lost my humanity, my optimism. I lost my second chance at being happy. Loki killed me. So, who am I now, Clint?"

Clint’s heart ached at the sight of her tears, the way her voice broke as she talked of her loss. "You are the same woman. You're just a little beaten down, right now," Clint said, taking her hands.

Cassie laughed, sarcastically. She pulled her hands out of his grasp and wiped at her tears. "Beaten down was miles back. I'm broken down. I don't sleep. I can't think. I couldn't even tell that Loki had replaced Father Nathan back at the church. That's why Hohenhems was so good to me, nothing required effort. Warm up some sausage, put it on a plate, go back to church and pray for the will to end it all, cry myself to sleep, wake up in cold sweats and do it all over again."

She stood, suddenly, pushing the chair and the archer away, stepping away from him. "I thought I could do this. I thought I could come back and answer all the questions and it could go back to how it was before. But I can't. I'm not... I can't do this," she said, rushing out the door.

********************

Cassie sat in the dive bar Clint had taken her to all those months ago, her glass half-full of a 151 white rum. She'd already downed three and she was happily starting to feel drunk.

"So, what's a beautiful woman like you, doing drinking hard liquor in a dive bar?" a man asked, sitting on the barstool next to her.

"Move on," she said, not looking at him as she downed the rest of her drink and raised her hand for another.

"What's that?"

"I said, 'Move on'." She raised her head and turned slightly to the attractive dark-haired man beside her. "I'm a beautiful woman drinking hard liquor in a dive bar. Don't you think that probably translates into trouble?"

He smirked. "What if I'm a guy who likes trouble?"

She let out an exasperated breath."Mein Gott, werfen sie einen hinweis. [My God, take a hint.] I don't know how to simplify this for you. I want to be left alone. Move on."

"Es tut mir leid. Ich dachte, vielleicht haben sie eine schwester waren. [I’m so sorry. I thought, maybe, you were a sister.] Heil Hydra," he said, before standing.

She put her hand out and grabbed his wrist. "Heil Hydra?" she whispered, before turning to him. "What would make you say that? Looking at me from across the bar, you think I'm one of you?"

"I... thought maybe you were..." The man looked confused. "There was a legacy we lost. You look just like..."

"Your legacy is dead!" she whispered, furiously. "There is no heir. There should be no Hydra." She stood from her stool and wrapped her left hand around his throat. His eyes went wide as she flexed her fingers to dig them into his skin. "All you pretty young American boys pulled so effortlessly into the jaws of Nazism and you don't even recognise it." She tightened her fingers' grip further around his throat. "You, though... you recognise me. You were SHIELD. Must've seen my file."

He nodded, as best as he could. "Fury never put it on the books that you'd been let out of the Fridge,” he croaked. “Whitehall was very interested in getting you back. John Garret and I searched for an hour, in the middle of what was practically a war zone, in order to get you back where you belong."

Cassie smiled and let her hand go from around his neck, stepping toward the door. "Everyone seems to think they know where I should be. I don't belong with Hydra. They might have created me, but they lost ownership years ago. If you want to pick up the shambles of your organization, don't look at me," she said, before walking out the door.

She walked in silence to the subway and sat down in the far back corner of the car. It was quiet. She relished the quiet. Until the doors opened at the next station and several people got on. They all took places around the car, some standing, some sitting. Cassie could see a pattern to their placement. Someone had planned the movements so that she was in the middle and no one was in the others' crossbeams. The person standing closest to her had done a good job of hiding the gun strapped to the inside of her thigh, but a knife was sticking out of the back of her jogging suit.

No one moved as the subway started toward the next station. "I take it you guys wouldn't be inclined to let me off at the next station?" she asked. No one even looked at her. She nodded, then shook her head. Fucking agents, but whose agency?

When the next station came, the doors opened to reveal a tall blonde woman in all black. "Joanna Schmidt?"

Cassie looked up at the Amazonian-looking woman with as much boredom as she could manage. "Wrong chick. I'm Cassandra Campbell. You are?"

The blonde smiled brightly and held out her hand. "Bobbi Morse, Agent of SHIELD. Director Coulson sent us to retrieve you. We weren't sure you were, you know, yourself, hence the manpower."

Cassie took the hand and stood, shaking it. "You're Mockingbird," she said, looking the beautiful woman in the face.

Bobbie chuckled. "I haven't been called that codename in a while. How'd you hear that name?"

"There wasn't much to do in Austria so, I went through some of the SHIELD files Black Widow dumped to the web. I was mostly looking up stuff on the AVENGERS INITIATIVE. I followed a link from Cli- Agent Barton's file to yours..."

"Ah, ex-husband #1. That was a... crazy thing. Come on, let's get you to the director." Cassie followed the woman out of the station, to the SUV waiting on the street above. They sat next to each other in silence for a while before Bobbi cleared her throat. "Clint's a good guy. It just... didn't work."

"Things rarely do, Agent Morse."

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Cassie followed Bobbi through the new secret SHIELD compound, walking through a maze of hallways that seemed intentionally confusing. As she walked, her eyes caught sight of the agents she recognized from Joanna's attack on the Playground staring at her from their offices and labs. Bobbi opened a large wooden door and led her in. Phil stood behind a large wooden desk.

"We're okay, Bobbi. Thank you," he said, sitting down in a large leather chair. Bobbi nodded and vacated the room. Phil looked up at Cassie, standing in front of his desk. "You left before I could talk to you."

"Yeah, well, you had an agency to... that's a lie." She cut herself off, dropping down into the chair on the other side of the desk. "I ran because I didn't want to deal with it." She sighed, sadly, looking at her lap.

"You were never supposed to know about Faye. You weren't gonna be on her birth certificate, I was never going to ask you for anything. As soon as I made the decision to leave, she stopped being ours. She was mine. Only mine. And then she wasn't." Her eyes moved from her lap to the ground in front of her. "I went a little nuts after. Losing her, becoming this, everything that Loki did… did to me. It took a while to even be okay, but eventually I dealt with it. I was fine. I was sleeping, no one knew what he had done. I was okay."

Cassie put her head in her hands, her voice breaking. "I'm not okay, now. I left, chased simplicity, tried to find fine again, but I can't. I can't be okay, not after everything. I ran so that no one would see me fall apart, but I can't help it now. Everyone knows how fucked I am, and I have no way to hide this time."

Phil stood, rounding his desk to kneel in front of her, trying to catch her eyes. "You don't have to be okay. No one is expecting that. And you weren't really okay before. I just couldn't remember well enough to put my finger on what was wrong. You can't find fine and you can't fall into it. You need support, guidance. You need to talk about it."

He took her hand in one of his as she shook her head. "If you don't want to talk to me, that's fine. But you have to talk to someone. Do you remember me telling you about Andrew, May's ex-husband? He's an amazing psychologist and he's well versed in dealing with the Index."

Her eyes widened in realization. "Oh, my god. I'm on the Index, now, aren't I?" she whispered.

He nodded. "I put you on, myself. Listen, the Index isn't bad, Cassie. Remember, the Avengers came from that list."

She nodded. "Yeah. I'm on their list, too."

"You didn't expect Tony Stark to back off, did you?"

"Well, Rogers did. Steve backed off all the way to calling me 'Miss Campbell’ again."

"Yeah... sorry about that. I, uh, know you were looking forward to a second date with my hero," he said, bitterly.

She shrugged. "It wasn't something I wanted, Phil, until it suddenly was. I mean, you know him... he's a great man. But don't worry, he's cold shouldered me enough that I got the hint."

"I'm not worried. I don't have a right to be. I pushed you away, and if there was anyone I'd want you to... get over me with... Not him, come on!" he whined.

Cassie smiled, slightly. "Okay. So, Andrew."

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