#tony with his anti-mental reading glasses

[lovelyirony]

Footnotes

it’s been a bit since i added to the bookshop au: time got away from me! 

We’re taking over the world/a little victimless crime -Do It All the Time, IDKHBTFM

Tony notices that Bucky doesn’t come into the store for a month. This is fine. Should be fine. Not like he wonders what Bucky will think of the newest latte, which is geared more to the warmer weather that has been breezing in cheerfully. The iced latte, flavored with caramel and coconut, had been a hit with MJ and Ned, who both loved it. 

But Bucky hadn’t come in and tried it.

His anxiety tells him that he is found out and are currently waiting until Tony leaves the building to set up a trap and probably blow up every single book and also him.

But that would be stupid. There’s no way that the Avengers know who Iron Man or War Machine is. Tony Jarvis is a nice guy who runs a bookstore, has a suspicious amount of money from inheritance, and got a degree in English from a local college. 

He even photo-shopped pictures there with Rhodey and everything. (Thank god for anti-aging technology and Rhodey’s genius.)

But he still kind of wants Bucky to come in and look at books. He even has a few records pulled just for the occasion.

“You are quite honestly the worst kind of person,” Rhodey says. “Who gets a crush on who is supposed to be their arch-nemesis and wants to make a custom coffee menu for them?”

“Not me,” Tony says quickly, pushing away the lemon-blueberry scone idea. “And besides if anyone would be my arch-nemesis, it would clearly be Black Widow. We match each other intellectually.”

“Not a chance,” Rhodey says with a snort. “Or did you forget the time you got so nervous you—”

“Hello?” comes a voice from the front. Rhodey immediately cuts off, going back to filing new shipments. Tony looks over.

“Hey, you’re back!” Tony cheers.

Rhodey makes a motion of gagging. Tony flips him off with one hand behind his back as he comes forward.

“Sorry I haven’t been in. Work has been…enlightening.”

“Usually code for ‘I-don’t-get-paid-enough’” Tony teases. “You wanna try an iced coffee drink?”

“I’m game.”

“Sit down at the table, I’ll get it out for you.”

Bucky has to admit that a good apron can do wonders for an ass. Or maybe Tony just has a really nice one. Either way, the view is spectacular.

“What has work been having you do?” Tony asks, pouring in syrup.

“Oh just…the usual,” Bucky says. He’s horrible at lying. He really, really is. “They keep twisting up what they want, it’s getting confusing.”

“Bookshops, luckily, are much simpler than that,” Tony says, smiling. He slides the drink over to Bucky. “Try it. Tell me what you think.”

Bucky takes a long slurp. Puts his head back.

“Tony, you ever experienced a masterpiece?”

“Once or twice,” Tony says, smiling.

“This is the damn Mona Lisa of drinks.”

Tony grins. Bucky sips a bit more, sighing in contentment.

“Hey, I know that last time I learned that you sold records. What are, um, your favorites?”

“I’m glad you asked…”

Bucky learns about new music. He learns that he needs to google new bands. AC/DC is a clear favorite of Tony’s, who sings along. It’s a funny juxtaposition with his cardigan and old jeans, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose.

Bucky finds some of the old ones, which Tony doesn’t look surprised at.

“You have an old soul,” Tony says.

“You don’t know the half of it,” Bucky mutters.

“Don’t I?” Tony teases. “You act as if you’ve never had iced coffee before.”

Bucky has to turn back to the player to stop from laughing in front of him. What Tony doesn’t know…well. He’s damned sure he doesn’t know that technically all of Bucky’s favorite records were either unable to be found, most likely questionable, or long disintegrated with time.

Oh, Tony knows. He knows for a damned fact that Bucky has never had iced coffee, most likely does not know who the hell Jimmy Carter was and knows how to disassemble and reassemble most weapons in under sixty seconds.

But it’s cute to mess with him. His brow furrows. Tony has a thing for furrows.

“Hey Tony?” Rhodey asks, head popping up from the upstairs. Bucky automatically looks up, finding the face to be vaguely familiar.

“What is it Rhodey-dear?” Tony calls back out.

“I have a computer glitch, you gotta come see it! Now!”

“This better not be a repeat of the pinball incident,” Tony mutters, turning back to Bucky. “I’ll be back in five minutes, I promise.”

“Take your time, love,” Bucky responds.

Bucky then immediately wonders if he bangs his head against the column near him if Tony and Rhodey will hear it. Tony also called his…person “Rhodey-dear.” Dear! Does he even have a chance?

But this brings him to think about Rhodey. He looked familiar. Bucky’s life doesn’t consist of knowing that you know someone from a certain social event and trying to place them. No, Bucky knows people because of two reasons:

1.)         He tried to kill them.

2.)         SHIELD has something on them.

He’s pretty sure that if he was faced with someone like Rhodey, he wouldn’t be able to kill him. Even from the head poking out, he could see a pretty defined shoulder and a look set to his gaze that read as very competent, entirely capable of taking down an authoritarian government, and also probably likes gourmet cheeses. The last one is a guess. But Bucky likes to guess pretty damn accurately.

Rhodey…

Rhodes. Colonel James Rhodes. Close with Tony Stark, who went missing. They thought he had something to do with something. He moved to New York pretty quickly after that, refusing to go into military service to a “previously unreported mental incapacity.”

Bucky smells bullshit.

Tony Stark. Another mystery in this puzzle. Bucky remembers trying to kill Howard and Maria Stark. It was the wrong person. Winter Soldier never missed his targets. Of course, Tony Stark wasn’t the target.

-

Rhodey is freaking out. Someone at SHIELD figured out there was a tiny bug in the system.

“When did they hire someone competent?!” Tony whisper-yells. “I thought they were two years behind schedule!”

“We made that schedule when we were drunk out of our minds from Moscato,” Rhodey hisses.

“Still! It was Moscato. It wasn’t like we drank vodka until we were shit-faced. That would’ve ended up disastrously and possibly given Dum-E and U a new sibling before Butterfingers.”

“Butterfingers wants a baby, just so you know,” Rhodey says.

“Why are you telling me this now?” Tony asks.

“Because you know what you’re doing and I figured you should know what your daughter is up to. It’s very important in developmental psychology.”

“Do not,” Tony hisses. “Let me fix this…”

With a couple more frantic curses, one eye shut, and a yelp, the problem is (mostly) taken care of.

“You think they can trace it?”

“It’ll trace back to a random e-café,” Tony says. “And there will be Justin Hammer who is currently trying to work out why his dating profile isn’t working. I’ll give you a hint: it’s the bio and the fact that he looks like he’s going to bail on paying for your dinner.”

Rhodey smiles, shaking his head and looking out the door.

“Get back down to Barnes. Don’t let him know what this is.”

“When would I?”

“You tend to be a terrible liar around people you like.”

“Why you—!”

“Thank you for helping with the pinball machine again!” Rhodey says, throwing his voice. He shoves Tony out of the office. Tony’s cheeks are bright red, he’s flushed, and he can barely walk down the stairs.

He’s not sure what exactly happened. He knows someone found out about them, tried to trace the bug back. That simply wouldn’t do because Tony runs a legitimate business. Pays taxes on April fifteenth and everything.

“Sorry about that, emergency with a pinball machine game,” Tony says.

“Understandable,” Bucky says. “What was wrong it? A bug get in?”

“Uh, not exactly,” Tony responds, body going tense for a moment. “You want to pick out a new record?”

“Yeah, sure…”

They find out that Bucky absolutely hates the pop, almost-fake music from the fifties.

“It’s…unsettling,” Bucky says, shuddering. “Gross.”

“Let me get some Benny Goodman then,” Tony says.

“How’d you know?”

“Everyone likes his music,” Tony says. “But then again, you did say you were an old soul.”

Bucky can hear the familiar music fill the air as he hums to himself.

“Hey handsome, wanna help me with something?” Tony asks. “I have some books that need to be shelved. I was wondering if you could help?”

“No problem,” Bucky says, grinning. “Can’t reach the top shelf?”

“Why you—”

“I’m shelving!” Bucky calls, grabbing one of the boxes.

Tony thinks that no one should be attractive when they’re lifting boxes. Especially when they’re holding what is essentially about forty pounds with one arm. His left one, but still.

There is also the matter of making sure that Barnes never finds out who he is. Tony has been quite careful about that, although the “bug” comment got to him. Does he know about them? Is he playing some sort of long game?

Answer: no. Bucky got distracted by a book title that he remembers from years ago.

“I forgot I read this,” he says, smiling. “It was forever ago.”

“Old books get to you like nothing else,” Tony responds. “I grew up with Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. You read that one yet?”

“Add it to the recommended box,” Bucky answers.

He has his own box now. Technically a crate, but Tony’s been putting books there for Bucky when he thinks he’s found one that he’ll like. Which of course, Bucky will like whatever book is in there if Tony chose it. He likes anything Tony chooses. He would wear the worst outfit in existence if Tony chose it.

Shelving goes by with little conversation, although they both hum along to the music being played softly over the intercoms. Tony comes and goes, helping customers with different items, brewing some more coffee, and getting some more boxes.

Bucky likes the routine.

He’s sad to go, taking his books with him and waving a soft goodbye. Tony’s leaning against the doorframe, a fond look on his face as the bookshop light floats out onto dark pavement. He wishes he could be there all the time.

And then, of course, people are in his apartment.

“Bookstore again, huh?” Steve asks. Natasha’s looking through the pile of receipts on the kitchen counter.

“You go there a lot,” she murmurs.

“I like being literate, gives me a headstart on Clint,” Bucky answers glibly.

“Even if someone liked reading this much, they wouldn’t be buying obscene amounts of books and coffee.”

“I don’t buy every book. To—the owner lets me take some home if I return them the next day.”

“You’re on a first name basis?” Natasha asks, eyebrow arched. “Just what bookstore are you going to?”

“One that’s none of your business,” Bucky says.

“It says it on top of the receipt,” Steve says.

Bucky curses.

Steve laughs at him.

#bookshop au #lovelyirony writes #sorry it took so long #i've been dealing with personal stuff and schoolwork #but now schoolwork is done #writer's block on the other hand..... #winteriron #rhodey #pepper potts #tony stark #bucky barnes #steve rogers

[loki-agent-of-sassgard]

There's a dark underside to fighting against the antis, as pertains to Ragnarok, which is that sometimes you encounter people who have swung so far the other way that they seem equally blind to critical thought.

Case in point. Also, "blind" was a pun.

I don't usually link directly to posts, but this one needs to be read in order to understand why I'm pissed about it.

1. They've apparently forgotten about every disabled MCU character Pre-Ragnarok and want to make Thor the Patron Saint of the Disabled, or something. Meanwhile, Bucky, Rhodey, Nebula, Tony, and most of all, Strange, rightfully have a bone to pick with this. Also Clint, as I think we're finally going to see him with his hearing aids going forward.

2. Prosthetics are not bad things. I shouldn’t have to say that, but apparently I do. Thor being given a robot eye is not being ableist any more than Rhodey's mechanical legs, Clint's hearing aids, or Nebula's fucking entire body. The idea that Thor shouldn't use a prosthetic is fucking messed up, honestly. Is there a standard for how disabled you have to be, in order to be a Good Disabled Person™?

3. We're pro-Taika here. Obviously. But the depiction of Thor killing people on the Bifrost with one eye is not relatable for people who have one eye. I just want to make that clear. Taika didn't perform filmmaking magic. Thor losing an was a good choice narratively, but let's not kid ourselves by saying Taika gave us our first disabled superhero, let alone one who’s shown as being remotely disabled.  At heart, it’s just a change as to how Thor appears.  It’s a callback to mythology, his family, and the comic books waaaay before it’s about being disabled.

Not that you need to display disability a certain way, it's just that Thor's is the least realistic. And actually, the Russos’ choice to give Thor the robot eye was exactly what they should have done. A robot eye exists? Give that visually disabled person that robot eye! And if you think that was bad, then I’m going to ask you to stop taking all medications, stop wearing glasses, stop using knee braces, stop using your wheelchair, etc...

And while you’re at it, tell Luke Skywalker to take off his robot hand. But I digress.

Even if you feel like seeing Thor with one eye is good representation for the disabled community, that's a bad argument and it's part of the problem. Use of a prosthetic doesn't erase disability any more than use of medication removes you from the mental illness community. Advances in medicine and medical equipment are important and good. You don't have to use them, but it's messed up to FAULT OTHERS FOR USING THEM.

#fandom meta #thor #thor ragnarok #taika waititi #russos #i should add that the post that set me off is just a case of repeating something dumb #antis do it more often #but we do it too #and being a russo anti can be just as annoying

[bebraveridethedragon]

I’ve Got No Fucking Clue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Warnings: There are no warnings for this chapter.

Chapter 3

All of the Avengers, plus Thor although he might be considered an Avenger now, were standing in a room with a monitor in it. They watched as Fury threatened Loki.

“In case it's unclear. You try to escape. You so much as scratch that glass.” Fury pressed a button that opened up the space beneath Loki’s glass cage.

“Thirty thousand feet, straight down in a steel trap. You get how that works?!” Fury asked. “Ant,” Fury points at Loki, “boot.” He points at the button.

“It’s an impressive cage. Not built, I think, for me.” Loki smirks.

“Built for things a lot stronger than you.” Fury says.

“Oh trust me I know.” Loki’s smirk turns towards the camera. In the observation room Douxie and Bruce tense up. Archie starts growling at the screen, at Loki or Fury, Douxie doesn’t know.

“The mindless beast and the last master wizard on Midgard. How desperate are you, that you call upon such lost beasts to defend you?” Loki asks, no longer looking at the camera.

“How desperate am I? You threaten my world with war. You steal a force you can't hope to control. You talk about peace and you kill ‘cause it's fun. You have made me very desperate. You might not be glad that you did.” Fury responds.

“Ooh. It burns you to come so close. To have the Tesseract, to have power, unlimited power. And for what? A warm light for all mankind to share, and then to be reminded what real power is. You would’ve come closer to power if you had used the wizard, his magic is extremely powerful.” Loki taunts.

“We thought about it once, I’m glad we didn’t, he’s a good kid. Let me know if Real Power wants a magazine.” With that Fury walks out of the room.

“Not a kid.” Douxie mumbles as the screen turns black.

“He really grows on you, doesn’t he?” Bruce asked sarcastically.

“Oh yeah, definitely.” Archie answers with even more sarcasm.

“Shit! I forgot you could talk.” Tony startles.

“Loki’s gonna drag this out. So, Thor, what’s his play?” Steve asked.

“He has an army called the Chitauri. They're not of Asgard or any world known. He means to lead them against your people. They will win him the earth. In return, I suspect, for the Tesseract.” Thor uncrosses his arms.

“An army? From outer space?” Steve looks incredulous.

“Wouldn’t be the first one I’ve seen, although the last one was fighting for us not against us.” Douxie says.

“Ignoring what Douxie said for a minute, this means Loki’s building another portal. That’s what he needs Erik Selvig for.” Bruce says.

“Selvig?” Thor asks.

“He’s an astrophysicist.” Bruce answers.

“He’s a friend.” And oh, Thor must’ve met him when he came to Earth a few years ago.

“Loki has him under some kind of spell, along with one of ours.” Nat says, she gets a regretful look on her face. The only ones who notices are Douxie and Archie.

“I want to know why Loki let us take him. He’s not leading an army from here.” Steve says.

“I don't think we should be focusing on Loki. That guy's brain is a bag full of cats, you could smell crazy on him.” Bruce says.

“Have care how you speak. Loki is beyond reason, but he is of Asgard, and he's my brother.” Thor says.

“He’s killed eighty people in two days.” Nat points out.

“He’s adopted.” Thor defends. Douxie gives out a little snort that cause Nat to look at him. She gives him a soft smile before looking away again.

“Iridium, what did they need the iridium for?” Bruce asks.

“It’s a stabilizing agent,” Tony says walking in, he turns to Coulson, “I’ll fly you there. Keep the love alive.” He turns back to everyone else, “Means the portal won’t collapse in on itself like it did at SHIELD.”

Tony turns to Thor, “No hard feelings, Point Break. You've got a mean swing. Also, it means the portal can open as wide, and stay open as long, as Loki wants.”

Tony turns to the crew on the Helicarrier before speaking again, “Uh, raise the mid-mast, ship the top sails. That man is playing GALAGA! Thought we wouldn't notice. But we did.” Tony put a hand around one of his eyes and looks around.

“How does Fury do this?” Tony questions.

“He turns.” Maria Hill says causing Douxie to snort.

“Well, that sounds exhausting. The rest of the raw materials, Agent Barton can get his hands on pretty easily. Only major component he still needs is a power source. A high energy density, something to kick start the cube.” Tony waves his hands around.

“When did you become an expert in thermonuclear astrophysics?” Maria asked.

“Last night. The packet, Selvig's notes, the Extraction Theory papers. Am I the only one who did the reading?” Tony asked.

“I read them, I understood most of it but some things were confusing.” Douxie said. Tony looked at him with approval.

“Does Loki need any particular kind of power source?” Steve asked.

“He's got to heat the cube to a hundred and twenty million Kelvin just to break through the Coulomb barrier.” Bruce answered.

“Unless, Selvig has figured out how to stabilize the quantum tunneling effect.” Tony contradicts.

“Well, if he could do that he could achieve Heavy Ion Fusion at any reactor on the planet.” Douxie says.

Tony smirks, “Finally! People who speak English.”

“Is that what just happened?” Steve asks.

“Yes, although you probably don’t understand it because your old.” Tony says.

“I don’t think age has anything to do with it, I think it has to do with the fact that he was trapped in ice for 70 years.” Douxie says.

“You think an old man could keep up with what we just talked about?” Tony asks.

“I mean I did, and I’m the second oldest person in this room.”

“Your like 19, that’s not old.”

“I’ve been 19 for 900 years.”

“What?!” Multiple people shouted.

“Wizards can choose to stop aging at any time.” Everybody but Nat and Thor looked surprised at this.

“Holy shit that’s so cool.” Nat rolled her eyes at Tony’s antics, even if it was a bit cool.

“Can we get back on topic? We can question the wizard later.” Bruce says.

“Right, it’s good to meet you, Dr. Banner. You're work on anti-electron collisions is unparalleled. And I'm a huge fan of the way you lose control and turn into an enormous green rage monster.” Tony shakes Bruce’s hand.

Bruce looks uncomfortable while he mutters a thanks.

“Dr. Banner is only here to track the cube. I was hoping you might join him.” Fury says walking in.

“Let's start with that stick of his. It may be magical, but it works an awful lot like a HYDRA weapon.” Steve says.

“I don't know about that, but it is powered by the cube. And I'd like to know how Loki used it to turn two of the sharpest men I know into his personal flying monkeys. That’ll be Hisirdoux’s job though.

Douxie nods, ignoring Tony’s snort of amusement when he heard his full name.

“Monkeys? I do not understand.” Thor says.

“I do! I understood that reference.” Steve exclaims. Tony rolls his eyes while Douxie claps his hands sarcastically.

“Shall we play doctor? Harry Potter your coming with us too.” Tony says before he grabs Douxie’s bicep and drags him out with Bruce following.

“Let’s play some.” Bruce says as they walk out.

“I can walk myself thank you.” Douxie says while taking his bicep out of Tony’s grip.

“I know, but we wouldn’t want the old man to throw out his hip while walking.” Tony smirks at him.

“I’m technically still 19, I’ve just stayed 19 for 900 years.” Douxie glared.

“Wait, so you’re physically 19 but mentally you’re 919?” Bruce asks.

“No, he’s physically and mentally 19. Even if he has acquired a lot of knowledge over the past 900 years he still has the maturity of a 19 year old.” Archie says.

“Excuse you, I am very mature.” Douxie tried to defend himself.

“Just last week you were arguing with Seamus and Claire about who had the coolest special magic.” Archie deadpanned.

“I was born with the ability to control fire and to see the future, that’s one more than either of them have by themselves.” Tony and Bruce looked confused as the wizard and familiar argued.

“Who’s Claire and Seamus?” This was Tony that asked.

“And what is special magic?” That was Bruce that asked.

“Claire and Seamus are my apprentices, they’re also like my little siblings. And special magic is magic that you have to be born with. Every wizard is born with regular magic, but there’s also certain magic that you have to be born with to do.

“There’s shadow magic, necromancy, elemental magic, healing magic, and future seeing magic. I was born with the ability to control fire and see the future. Claire can control shadows and even create portals with them. Seamus was born with healing magic.” Douxie said. They had arrived at the lab and were sitting down now.

“Wow, that’s kinda cool.” Tony says. He and Bruce start working on finding the Tesseract. Douxie walks over to the staff and holds his hands above it.

“This is weird.” Douxie states.

“What is?” Bruce asks.

“It doesn’t feel like magic, it feels more like raw energy.” Douxie looks confused. Bruce walks over with a scanner thing in his hands. He holds it out over the staff and moves it around. Tony hasn’t moved from where he’s solving equations.

“The gamma readings are definitely consistent with Selvig's reports on the Tesseract. But it's gonna take weeks to process.” Bruce says.

“If we bypass their mainframe and direct a reroute to the Homer cluster, we can clock this around six hundred teraflops.” Tony says.

“All I packed was a toothbrush.” Bruce states. Tony smiles at Bruce and Douxie.

“You two should come by Stark Tower some time. Top 10 floors, all R&D. You’d love it, and we could use magic to make the best inventions ever.” Tony says.

“If I come, I’m bringing a friend. He’s only 16 but he’s a genius when it comes to technology.” Douxie says.

“What’s his name?” Tony asks.

“Krel Tarron.” Douxie tells him.

“Hmm, I’ll have to look him up.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not? Has he done something terrible.”

“He’s not from around here.”

“Is he an immigrant?”

“Kind of.”

“I don’t think it’d be a good idea for me to go, the last time I was in New York I kind of broke...Harlem.” Bruce says, ending their conversation.

“Well, I promise a stress free environment. No tension. No surprises.” Tony says right before he pokes Bruce with a mini electrical rod. Right then, Steve walked in, looking pissed.

Bruce yelps in shock when Tony zaps him. Tony looks at him closely.

“Nothing?” Tony asks.

“Hey! Are you nuts?” Steve exclaims.

“You’ve really got a lid on it, haven’t you? What’s your secret? Mellow jazz? Bongo drums? Huge bag of weed?” Tony continued to question.

“Is everything a joke to you.” Steve asks Tony.

“Funny things are.” Tony deadpanned.

“Threatening the safety of everyone on this ship isn't funny. No offense, doctor.” Steve says.

“No, it's alright. I wouldn't have come aboard if I couldn't handle pointy things.” Bruce says.

“You're tiptoeing, big man. You need to strut.” Tony tells Bruce.

“And you need to focus on the problem, Mr. Stark.” Steve says annoyed.

“You think I'm not? Why did Fury call us and why now? Why not before? What isn't he telling us? I can't do the equation unless I have all the variables.” Tony says.

“You think Fury’s hiding something.”

“He's a spy. Captain, he's the spy. His secrets have secrets. It's bugging them too, isn't it?” Tony points at Douxie and Bruce.

“Uh...I just wanna finish my work here and...” Stammers Bruce.

“Doctor? Douxie?” Steve asks.

“I’m kinda with Tony on this one, sorry Spangles. He knows everything about me but all I know about him is his name.” Douxie shrugs his shoulders. Steve looks disappointed.

“A warm light for all mankind, Loki's jab at Fury about the cube.” Bruce begins.

“I heard it.” Steve cuts him off.

Bruce points at Tony, “Well, I think that was meant for you. Even if Barton didn't post that all over the news.”

“The Stark Tower? That big ugly,” Tony gives Steve a look, “...building in New York?”

“It’s powered by Stark Reactors, self-sustaining energy source. That building will run itself for what, a year?” Bruce turns towards Tony.

“That's just the prototype. I'm kind of the only name in clean energy right now.” Tony says with pride.

“So, why didn't SHIELD bring him in on the Tesseract project? I mean, what are they doing in the energy business in the first place?” Douxie asks, catching onto the point Bruce was trying to make.

“I should probably look into that once my decryption programmer finishes breaking into all of SHIELD's secure files.” Tony says to himself.

“I'm sorry, did you say...?” Steve asks.

“Jarvis has been running it since I hit the bridge. In a few hours we'll know every dirty secret SHIELD has ever tried to hide. Blueberry?” Tony holds out the bag towards Douxie and Bruce. Both of them take a couple and Douxie hands some to Archie.

“Yet you're confused about why they didn't want you around?” Steve says.

“An intelligence organization that fears intelligence? Historically, not possible.” Tony retorts.

“I think Loki's trying to wind us up. This is a man who means to start a war, and if we don't stay focused, he'll succeed. We have orders, we should follow them.” Steve, the good soldier he is, says.

“Following is not really my style.” Tony says.

“Not really mine either.” Douxie states.

“And you're all about style, aren't you?” Steve smiles condescendingly at Tony, completely ignoring Douxie.

“Of the people in this room, which one is; A. wearing a spangly outfit, and B. not of use?” Tony asks annoyed.

“Steve, tell me none of this smells a little funky to you?” Steve looks hesitant at Bruce’s question, but quickly shakes it off.

“Just find the cube.” Steve says before leaving.

“Well that was fun.” Douxie says sarcastically.

“That's the guy my dad never shut up about? Wondering if they shouldn't have kept him on ice.” Tony says.

“The guy's not wrong about Loki. He does have the jump on us.” Bruce points out.

“What he’s got us an ACME dynamite kit. It’s gonna blow up in his face, and I’m gonna be there when it does.” Tony says.

“And I’ll read all about it.” Bruce says back.

“Uh-huh. Or you’ll be suiting up like the rest of us.” Tony tells Bruce. Douxie’s starting to get bored of this conversation so he starts picking at his chipped nail polish.

“Ah, see. I don't get a suit of armor. I'm exposed, like a nerve. It's a nightmare.” Bruce mutters.

“You know, as awesome as this conversation is, I’m getting bored. So I’m going to go repaint my nails and call Claire.” Douxie sticks his tongue out and flashes devils horns before leaving. They wave at him as he leaves before starting their conversation again.

Douxie walks to Nat’s room. She’s just getting ready to leave when he walks in.

“Can I borrow your nail polish, I left mine at home.” Douxie asks. She nods and hands it to him before they both exit the room.

“Where’re you going?” Archie asks.

“To talk to Loki, see if I can get information out of him.” Nat replies. Douxie and Archie nod before they split paths with her.

Walking to his current room, Douxie sits down in the desk chair. He unscrews the bottle and starts to paint his nails. He also gets his phone out and calls Claire before putting it on speaker.

“Douxie! Finally, it’s been two days since you left. What happened to calling?” Claire asks as soon as she picks up.

“Sorry C-Bomb, it’s been a busy few days. We’ve captured the guy that stole the Tesseract but we still don’t know where it is.”

“Who stole it anyways?” Claire asked.

“Loki, Norse god of mischief. He plans to use it to make a portal and summon an army to take over Earth.” Douxie didn’t think he should be telling her this but he didn’t care.

“Shit, your not hurt are you?”

“No Claire, I’m fine. Although this team does not get along very well.”

“I’m fine too, thanks for asking.” Archie says.

“Oh! Sorry Archie I wasn’t aware I was on speaker.” Claire apologizes. Archie just chuckled.

“What are you doing right now?” Claire asks.

“I’m painting my nails, Archie’s trying to take a nap on my pillow I think. What are you doing.” Archie purred in response.

“Homework. Me, Jim, Krel, Seamus, Steve, and Toby are having a study session because we have a test tomorrow. They all say hi by the way.”

“Tell them I say hi too.”

“I did, Toby also needs an answer for his history homework and he can’t find it in his book.”

“What’s the question?”

“Hey Douxie!” Toby says over the phone.

“Hi Tobes, what’s you’re question?” Douxie smiles.

“How did the Black Death start? I can’t remember and I can’t find it in the book.”

“Have you tried googling it?”

“Yes! All it tells me is the number of deaths it caused.”

“Well, people think it was transmitted from rodents to humans by the bite of infected fleas.”

“Oh thanks! Your a life saver.”

“No problem Toby.” Douxie finished painting his last nail before using magic to dry them. He goes into the bathroom, taking his eyeliner pencil with him. He continues to talk to Claire for a few more minutes before they ended the call.

He looked into the mirror and sees bags under his eyes. He sighs before leaning forward and applying the eyeliner.

“How did you forget nail polish but remember eyeliner?” Nat asked. Douxie jumped, luckily not poking his eye or messing up his eyeliner.

“I’ve got no clue.” Douxie says before going back to his eyeliner.

“Hurry up we have a situation.” Nat says.

“What’s going on?” Douxie asks.

“Loki plans to unleash the hulk.”

“Fuzz buckets.” Douxie mutters. He quickly finishes his eyeliner before putting his pencil down and picking Archie up.

Archie yawns before going back to sleep in Douxie’s arms. Nat and Douxie walk out of his room and make their way to the lab.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

This fic is also on AO3 if you want to read it there.

I do not own anything other then the parts you don’t recognize.

#wizards #tales of arcadia #douxie #hisirdoux #hisirdoux casperan #marvel #avengers #tony stark #steve rogers #clint barton #natasha romanoff #bruce banner #nick fury

[geeky-writes]

The Phoenix Project Chapter 3 Preview

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Tony was so deep in thought that he didn’t even realise how fast he was walking until he rounded the final corner towards his office and proceeded to slam directly into a solid wall, dropping him flat on his ass and sending his glasses skittering across the floor.

A wall that actually turned out to be a human, a tall, blond-haired and blue-eyed human who from the feel of him was built from something other than normal flesh and bone.

“Holy shit!” he exclaimed as he squinted up at the guy, who looked about as stunned as Tony felt. “What the hell are you made from, iron?”

“Oh gods, I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you there!” the guy said, sputtering apologies as he reached a hand down to help Tony up. Tony took the offered hand and hoisted himself back to his feet, frowning as he focused in on the soldier’s face.

It was Captain Rogers, Mr Go-Get-‘Em himself from the X-302 briefing.

“Mr Stark!” Rogers exclaimed, his pale cheeks flushing pink. “Uh… are you all right?”

“Yeah, I think so,” Tony said shortly as he scanned the blurry floor for his glasses, finally locating them about four metres away. They weren’t broken, thank the gods. Tony did have a spare pair hiding somewhere between his office and the house, but finding both the time and the patience to look for them while at the same time not being able to see a single goddamn thing wasn't something he felt like doing at the moment.

Or any moment, for that matter.

“Are your glasses okay?” Rogers asked, his expression hovering between a grimace and something that Tony couldn’t quite identify. He slid the glasses onto his face, sneaking a quick but admiring glance at Rogers’ broad shoulders before forcibly averting his gaze.

“Yeah, they seem good too. No harm done.”

And now you can move yourself right along, pretty boy, before I manage to embarrass myself even more.

“All right,” said Rogers, and Tony could’ve sworn that the flush on Rogers’ cheeks grew even deeper, right along with the deep wrinkle between his eyebrows.

If Tony didn’t know better, he would've thought that the no-nonsense pilot almost looked flustered.

But pilots didn’t get flustered, did they? Weren’t they always bragging about how nothing ever fazed them? That they could scale the edge of a mountain close enough to distinguish the different colours of the rocks or stare down the tip of an approaching Meridian Class-III anti-aircraft missile and not even break a sweat?

At least that’s what Colonel Phillips was always saying, according to the briefing reports that Tony had to read through every single day, and he was pretty sure that Rhodey spouted something similar to the hordes of cadets that came through the flight training school every six months.

Pilots were supposed to be invincible. But while Rogers definitely looked the part, it didn’t take a genius to figure out that something about Tony rattled him.

Probably just needs to get laid, Tony thought, stifling a cough as his traitorous mind proceeded to immediately conjure up a mental image of Captain Rogers standing in front of him wearing nothing except for… well… no, on second thought, nothing would do just fine, thank you very much.

Good freaking grief. What the goddamn hell is wrong with me?

The full chapter will post on Monday, April 13th 😊

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[iloveyouthree-thousand]

What happens in Germany stays in Germany. AKA, Tony refuses to tell Peter why the Avengers never came home. 

I’m reposting a couple of fics I had up on FF.net. This one is post-CACW and pre-IW. 

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"Are you ever going to tell me what happened after Germany?"

The whirring sound of the welder ceased for a second. Tony lifted up his mask to look at the boy who was across the shop, dry-erase marker in his mouth, writing out calculus problems on the glass wall.

"Kid, what did I tell you about hanging from the ceiling?"

"You're jealous that you can't do it?" he said, using his sleeve to correct an error in his math.

"No."

"That it looks like a lot of fun? Because it is."

"Try again."

Peter pouted his lip. "It leaves footprints on the ceiling."

"Bingo."

The boy flipped himself to the ground, frowning as he looked up at his homework. "It's all upside-down now. I can barely read it."

Tony set the welding gun on the table, stopping to write a few notes. "Good," he said inattentively, "maybe it'll take you more than two minutes to work out the equations and you can feel like a normal kid for once. Who does his homework right-side-up. And hates calculus."

"Hey. You like cal, too."

"Yea, well. It's too late for me to be normal."

Peter rolled his eyes, walking over to sit in the rolling chair next to Tony's. "I know you're avoiding my question."

Tony didn't take his eyes off of the graphics in front of him. "What question?"

The kid rolled his chair around to the other side of the bench, his elbows casually leaning onto the tabletop. His face was shadowed in the blue light of the holographic screen. "The same one I've been asking for weeks now. Ow," he complained, rubbing his forehead after Tony poked it.

"You're in my blueprint."

"I'm trying to get your attention."

"Can you try to get my attention somewhere else?"

Tony rolled his chair away from the table so that he could look at the other side of the suit and avoid the voice that was talking his ear off.

"Mr. Stark—,"

He took a huge breath in, squeezing the tiny screwdriver in his hand until he thought it was going to break.

"What?!"

Peter's eyes shot wide open, taken aback by Tony's red face and flared nostrils, before flitting shyly to the ground. His shoulders rolled forward, hunching over in the backless stool as he stared at his toes.

"Nevermind."

Close to twenty minutes passed, the room silent save for the Aerosmith album playing quietly in the background. Tony kept fiddling with the suit, his hands twitching just a little each time he thought about the look Peter had given him. He opened his mouth, trying to muster up an apology, but it died on his tongue. Instead, he kept to himself, anxiously glancing at the kid periodically.

Another ten minutes went by, meaning Peter hadn't talked in nearly half an hour. It had to be some kind of record. Tony had spent the better part of that time trying reconfigure some wiring, but now he was just absentmindedly cutting and twisting the copper connections. His hands moved in a mechanical rhythm, unconsciously, because his thoughts were focused a million miles away.

Well, maybe more like a couple feet away. On a brown-haired kid doing homework in the corner.

Every time Tony looked over he was huddled over his textbook, spinning his chair gently from side to side and distractedly tapping a pencil against the table. He didn't look up from his book once.

Tony was going to make it up to him. He'd add those roller blade things (what did Peter call them, Heelys?) into a suit. Peter had been begging for them for weeks now, but Tony said they were impractical.

Who cares about practical. He's a kid. If it makes him happy he can have the damn shoe wheels.

Maybe he'd get him an ice cream, or take him to a movie, or let him drive one of the horribly expensive cars collecting dust in the garage. That would work, right? Kids like that kind of stuff, don't they?

He made a mental note to ask FRIDAY or Google or Pepper later: how to say sorry without actually having to say sorry. Tony pondered for a second, then added: how to make a teenager not hate you.

The consistent tapping of Peter's pencil ceased, prompting Tony to snap out of his daze.

"AH—," he screamed, nearly falling over in his chair.

Startled by Tony's loud reaction, Peter let a small squeal of his own before quickly composing himself.

"Sh, Mr. Stark, it's just me," he said gently, hanging from the ceiling by a thin rope of webbing.

"Jesus Christ—what in God's name are you doing?"

Peter cocked an eyebrow, still dangling in front of Tony's face. "Well, I tried the whole 'silent treatment' thing but that didn't work, so I went with plan B."

"Which was try and give me a heart attack? And for the love of—can you get down now?"

The boy smiled sheepishly before attempting to casually flip onto the floor, but his T-shirt gave way and draped over his face.

"Oof," he muttered, dropping to the floor in a tangled mess of web and nerdy science fabric.

"I'm going to do us both a favor and pretend that didn't happen."

Tony reached down to help him up, and the kid jumped to his feet.

"I knew that would work," he said, a stupid grin plastered across his face as he brushed himself off. "So, now that you're finally paying attention to me, are you gonna finally tell me what went down with Captain America?"

"Nothing happened."

"Then how come Mr. Rhodes and I are the only Avengers that are ever here?"

Tony sighed, playing with the tools sitting on his workbench to avoid Peter's prying stare.

"First, kid, you're not an Avenger—you're a trainee on a good day. That was your choice, and I fully agree with that. And second, Cap just decided he needed a break. From me. Call it... irreconcilable differences," his face twisted into a sad, rueful smile, "and the kids went with him."

When Tony had taken Peter home after Berlin, he'd assured him that everything would be okay. There was still hope Tony's his eyes.

"I'm sorry we lost, Mr. Stark."

"Don't worry about it. He's my problem, not yours. And he'll come around. You just worry about that homework."

But nearly six months had passed and Captain America hadn't come back. Neither had many of the others. That small, hopeful light in Tony's eyes had dimmed into defeat.

"I thought you guys were friends."

A flat, drained laugh escaped Tony. "You and me both, kid."

Peter's face fell, almost imperceptibly, but Tony noticed. He knew that feeling. Peter Parker, shy but proud owner of Captain America pajamas and a replica shield, was beginning to see a side of Steve Rogers he had never known.

But as much as Steve had hurt Tony—and the hurt was still fresh and raw and utterly consuming—as much as he needed someone else to shoulder even a fraction of the anti-hero part he had played for so long, when he looked into the kid's eyes—he couldn't do it. Peter already had to come to grips with the flawed and messy reality that was Tony Stark. He didn't need to see him lose Steve Rogers too.

At the end of the day, Steve might have cut him in a way that he never saw coming, but he still hadn't forgotten the reason the whole mess started in the first place. He wanted to keep the Avengers together, not just to save the world. He needed them.

We all need a family. The Avengers are yours, maybe more so than mine.

Tony knew better than anyone that families aren't all they're cracked up to be.

But he also knew better than anyone that it was damn hard to give up on them.

"Sometimes the world forgets that, behind these masks and alter-egos and gaudy, god-awful costumes, there are people just trying to do the best they can in a job no one else wanted."

"You don't blame Mr. Rogers for the Sokovia Accords?"

Tony took a deep, labored breath.

"The Accords were a shit show with no perfect solution, that's politics. I did what I thought would protect the people I care about. Rogers did too. He can pretend to be the super soldier all day, but deep down he's still the scrappy kid from Brooklyn who lost his best friend a long time ago and will do whatever it takes to never feel that again."

Tony closed his eyes, remembering the haunting look on Steve's face as he bled out in the dream induced by Wanda. He felt that pressing need to do more—to do anything to save him.

"I know what that feels like," he murmured. "Heroes make mistakes, kid, it's part of the job. We continue to believe in them anyway, we have to, because the second we don't... I—none of us should live in a world like that. People like me will always need people like Steve Rogers."

Peter stopped pressing. Mr. Stark would give him more information, if he wanted to, on his own terms. Right now, it only mattered that Tony Stark still believed Captain America was a hero—a man worth protecting—and that was enough for him.

Tony Stark would always believe in Steve Rogers.

And Peter Parker would always believe in Tony Stark.

One day, he might just get Tony to believe in himself, too.

#irondad #peter parker #tony stark #cacw

[lokibug]

Darkness

Pairing: Loki x Avenger!Reader

Summary: You have an power that is set off far more rapidly due to mood, you often reduce your feelings. Loki understands and helps you embrace your negative emotions.

Warning(s): Mental Health issues, Cursing, Angst

A/N: This isn’t the best organized story but sometimes we need to cry and this is a story about that. Ive also got a quote from somewhere that inspired me to write this. I’m not positive where from, though.

The ceiling. The ceiling is the first thing y/n spent staring at every morning for an hour. The composure was something she needed, to endure the rest of the day. Recently being able to do so had become more and more of challenge.

Just like any other day, she refreshened herself in the tower’s bathroom. However, she was in luck since she had the level all to herself. Typically Wanda would be in her chambers but she was on leave alongside Vision. They had taken up a small mission in Japan.

Today would be normal, quiet. Everyone would be to themselves and the day would be over just as quickly as it had started. Perhaps she would just take a walk around the park, see a movie alone. Avoid the others as much as she could without giving off the wrong impression.

Running a hand through her hair, she walked into the dining room. Suddenly all the voices that were speaking in hushed tones, silenced.

“Happy Birthday, y/n!” the team mates spoke in unison.

Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat as she glanced at the tower of iced and sprinkled waffles placed upon a silicone plate. Her eyes darted from the waffles to the nearby window and panic slightly spread through her body. Seeing the clouds pick up pace she took a deep breath and masked a smile. She couldn’t let her emotions get the best of her, her powers came with a horrid side effect. Weather change.

“Thank you guys,” she rubbed the back of her neck, “how’d you know?”

Folding the newspaper he was reading, Tony peeked behind his reading glasses, “Your file. Pepper did the honors of filing your birthday into the system last year when you joined the team.” He stood up and glanced at the waffles. “The tower of diabetes was the kid’s idea.”

Peter came into the dining room sliding with his socks upon his feet. “Aw! Did you guys surprise her without me?”

“If you had gotten up on time then you would’ve been here, kid.” Tony spoke after sipping on whatever was in his mug.

“Thank you Peter.” Y/N said after containing herself. She allowed a small smile as he embraced her gently. Along came birthday wishes from the rest of the team before they exited for their daily duties.

The one person y/n’s eyes searched for, was Loki. She met them when he was gently leaning against the marble counter. His eyes fixated on her as if he had been studying her since entered the dining room. Noticing her notice him, Loki lifted up the glass mug in her direction slightly without any words spoken. She delicately nodded as if to say, “Thank you for not making a huge deal of this nightmare of a day.”

Snapping her out of her thoughts, Thor placed a hand on her shoulder, “Congratulations on your day of birth lady y/n. Jane sends her best wishes.” A Congratulations wasn’t the term that should be used for such a day in her mind. It was...a mistake. Instead of indulging her new friend in her sorrows, she smirked and nodded.

“Thanks Thor, tell Jane thanks too.” He smirked and sat back down at the table.

Loki unfolded his arms from his chest and began walking forward. He met eyes with y/n and stared at her till he walked past her with the mug.

Loki and y/n shared an unspoken bond. They were both...different. They weren’t naturally gifted with being as honorable as their team mates. Both were once considered a villain of the public.

Y/N had been misguided while aging, raised by those with malicious intentions. This was only the path down the wrong road, that was until the avengers met her. Last minute, using her abilities for the greater good.

Now that she had a new found family, disappointing them was a crippling thought. Lately, the pressure was on. Any normal person suffering from these anxiety attacks could embrace them...feel them. Y/N on the other hand, anxiety was the first step in obliterating the streets with hectic winds and disaster.

In her eyes, being alone was a simpler task than interacting. Y/N glanced at the stack of waffles and sighed. There was a delicately iced spider right on top along with a little sun resembling her own power. She cradled the overly heavy plate and walked back towards her room and allowed the door to shut lightly behind her.

Loki glanced out the window of his bed room clenching the coffee mug in his pale hands. The skies were gray, typical for New York on a normal. However, the newscast had predicted otherwise as they were expecting sunny skies. Being the mischievous person he was, he snooped through y/n’s file upon her arrival. She was like him, a villain, in his right mind, he wouldn’t trust someone like this. Upon reading through her records, he discovered a few things about her. Ever since, analyzed and watched her in silence.

“Birthday blues?...” he mumbled while taking another sip.

Y/N glanced in the mirror as she popped two anti-depressant pills into her mouth. She barely recognized herself, if she thought she was furious with herself before...she was beyond a breaking point now.

“Y/F/N (friend’s name) you would’ve really enjoyed it here,” she sat upon her bed clutching the torn up teddy bear, “the coffee doesn’t taste like the shit we found outside Mc Donald’s.” Y/N’s transforming mission was also the one that cost her, her best friend. Survivors guilt was all that could describe her feelings. That, blaming herself for being brought into this world, not saving her...became a reaction to the mental battle she faced daily.

Memories roamed her mind and she gently closed her eyes in hopes of stopping them from racing. Sleep arrived, saving her from herself once more.

Hours later, Y/N stood in front of that haunting mirror image. Only this time it was decorated with an expensive dress and a mask of makeup. Instead of her bed room, it was the bathroom of the expensive venue Tony rented out for the evening. He had planned a birthday celebration with Pepper for y/n a month ago. Among the guests were her team mates, members of other teams, fellow company employees, along with their plus ones. Y/N had made her way to the bathroom for a simple breather. Mingling with people she hadn’t met before and being handed drinks she didn’t want to drink with food she didn’t want to eat, drained her.

As she exited the bathroom, she stood in the hallway staring at her phone. Her heels pressed into the fancy carpet as she bit her knuckle. An immense feeling of escape was bubbling and it was dancing with the fear of disappointing her friends.

“Alone when there’s such a...lovely? Party going on in your honor?” A voice spoke snapping her out of her trance.

Her face rose to meet the eyes of none other than Loki. She had to admit he did look amazing in a suit. “I um,” she smiled widely, “just about to head back.” Her face was pure lies and Loki knew it. It almost pained him to see it unfold before his own eyes when he knew the truth.

“Of course, after 30 minutes of standing in the lady’s room admiring yourself I’m guessing,” he sarcastically commented, “unlike the baboons I share a roof with, I notice my surroundings...all of the time.” He stepped closer to her. His eyes scanned her whole domineer, it baffled him how no other member took notice in her obvious suffering.

“What now? You going to go run and tell Tony how I hate this expensive and beautiful party he’s given me? Because if you are, it’s only going to cause more problems that I don’t need.” She slid her phone back into her purse.

Loki let out a soft chuckle, “The opposite actually. Come hither, we’re leaving.” He turned his back and began walking towards the exit in the hallway.

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows in confusion as to just what he meant. He glided with confidence that she’d follow, and she did. The shuffling of her dress made it known that she had. Soon they were outside and Loki had shifted from himself to Tony.

“W-what do you think you’re doing? What’s going on?” She said in a worried voice as she glanced around.

“Be quiet love, I’m taking you somewhere and I can’t let you ride on my back. Well...I can but that’s hardly appropriate.” He smirked and turned towards her.

Y/N groaned and rolled her eyes but remained silent. They approached the valet parking attendants and Loki cleared his voice, managing his best Tony impression. “Yes, can you fetch my car.”

The young man looked up quickly and said, “Oh Mr. Stark—why are you leaving so early?”

He looked towards y/n, “My dear friend here is a bit under the weather. I’m going to take her home. So please, my car.”

“Why yes of course sir, right away. Bring up Mr. Stark’s car.” He commanded another attendee.

Loki turned towards y/n and smirked. She crossed her arms and huffed beneath her breath, “You’re unbelievable. He’s going to find out and when he does, you’re not taking me down with you.”

Soon a shiny black Lamborghini was pulled in front of the two and y/n’s jaw nearly dropped. She was still not used to Tony’s luxurious living and this was astonishing.

Loki went to the car and opened her door for her as she entered. He got in through the other side.

“Thanks!” He shouted before driving off quickly.

Y/N gasped, “I don’t even have a seatbelt on, wait.”

Loki’s green magic shimmered over him as he transformed back into himself, “For someone who can take the power of a lightning bolt through her body, you’re quite jittery.”

Going full speed, he made his way through back streets all the way to a back highway.

“Shut up. Where are we going? This is technically grand theft auto.” She gripped her knee as she seen the moon slightly disappear behind dark clouds. Noticing this, Loki smirked to himself.

“Well would you rather me leave you at the party with people that don’t even know your name?” He shot back.

“Yeah because you know me so well.” She sarcastically spoke.

Loki gripped the wheel as he made his way around the road. Y/N couldn’t admit it, but it was a thrill. Being used to not feeling anything, this was a nice change. Though, her eyes were still fixated on the sky.

“I know you far better than you think.”

Her eyes glanced at the man driving and he peeked back at her through the corner of his eye. He pushed forward.

Twenty minutes passed when he pulled over to the side of the road. A landscape, a clear landscape of nothing but dirt and rocks. “Out.” He commanded.

She blinked a few times as she glanced around, “Where the hell are we? Loki, why did you bring me here?” She was becoming agitated as she seen him smirk.

The clouds began letting down small sprinkles of water. He walked towards the middle of the landscape and shouted over to her, “You’re living a lie.”

She remained quiet as she walked towards him, a small panic scorching her body as she felt the small droplets of water.

“I...I have to.” She was tired of lying. Loki standing here in front of her, confronting her...she didn’t feel the need to lie. She felt as if she were five inches tall.

“For what? For them? The public?” He spat out. In a way he was almost scolding himself.

“Why does it matter to you anyways?” She angrily spoke back as the rain moved faster.

“Y/N I watch you, every single day. You pretend to be someone you are not. Righteous. Pretending like you’re not angry at the universe for taking what’s yours.”

Her heart thumped as she grit her teeth together, “I asked why do you fucking care!”

He gripped her shoulders, “Because! You’re like me! You’re dying inside and it’s painful to watch! I’m here to teach you how to rid yourself of the burden you’ve carried so long, y/n.”

She looked up at him as her chest heaved and the rain began soaking their hair. “You won’t feel the same about me if I do..” she mumbled looking down. The attraction towards Loki wasn’t something she denied but how could she allow herself into someone’s life if she could barely endure her own?

Loki circled her and stood behind her, “Light is easy to love...show me your darkness.”

The rain dripped down her cheeks as if she were showering. Her fists clenched until her knuckles turned white. “I can’t...” She croaked out as tears fell.

“Yes you can y/n. Never deny your feelings...”

“I’ll hurt people, I-I don’t wanna do that anymore.” She turned to face him.

“There’s no one for miles, love. Let me show you.” He took her hand and faced the other side of the road. He took a deep breath before screaming as loud as he could into the raining night sky. Y/N watched him and her hand shook along with the rest of her body. He took a deep breathe, “You try.”

Y/N looked at him for reassurance and he nodded, “Ahhh!” She screamed out and thunder rumbled.

“Yes, keep going y/n. Do it again. Shout it, what troubles you.” He released her hand and stepped back.

She nodded and looked down, “I hate you! I hate being you! You let her die!” She sobbed as the rain hit down harder than before. Lightning sparked in the clouds. “You’ll never be what they want you to be! I’ll never be that! I’m here! I exist!” She screamed out while her arms extended. Loki watched cautiously as her body shook and he held an arm over his head to stop the rain from hitting his eyes.

“I-I’m here! I made it!” Right as she shouted a bolt of lightning struck down in front of her causing her to fall to the ground and dig her hands into the muddy floor. Her shoulders shook and immediately Loki went over to her and collected her into his embrace.

“I exist..” she mumbled into his shoulder as she cried.

“I know y/n...and you’ll keep living...” he rubbed the back of her soaked head.

She gripped onto his suit tightly embracing him. The negative feelings being released and a weight off her shoulders, “Thank you...thank you so much.” She said into his neck. “You have no idea...h-how long I’ve been waiting..”

“...Happy Birthday y/n...”

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[inkbyajm]

Basket of Affection

Pairing: Loki x reader

Summary: Reader is friendly with everyone in the Tower, showing lots of affection. Loki, however, was too timid and stubborn to talk to her, trying very hard to ignore the fact that he may like her. Yet, the sight of her loving nature irritated him. Will he end up finding himself in conversation with her, or will he have to sit and watch her slip away?

Word count: 2368 words

Warnings: none

Another day at the tower, another day to not save the town from some imminent threat. It kind of felt like a frat house, but instead of a bunch of drunk and adrenaline based, horny boys, there were a bunch of superpower-possessing, traumatized adults.

A couple of months ago, they introduced a new resident to the base, and to your surprise, it was none other than the Asgardian prince, Loki. According to Thor, in the human system, he was at the age of transitioning into adulthood, which lead to you assuming he was around 18-19. It felt nice to have someone closer to your age, just as a mental thing. You truly loved and cared for everyone in that building, you appreciated their hard labour and efforts, looked up to them even. Kindness and affection was in your nature anyway, but you showed it to people whom you really knew. How wonderful would it be to be able to have conversations with a God with anger issues? You had many questions in your curious mind, some of them more important than others, and you were rather looking forward to having them answered. That is, until you understood that they may never come.

On one particular autumn morning, you had woken up in a good mood. Feelings of giddiness and agitation rushed through your body like a source of energy.

After washing up, you left your room to make yourself breakfast in the kitchen that was also part of the very large living room, or what Tony liked to call it, the Anti-Superhero Area, a room where you are not allowed to be your alter-ego. He stated he wanted a place where you can pass time in tranquility without worrying of fatal danger every 0.2 seconds (the outfits would only jinx it).

Upon your arrival, you noticed two other presences, one sitting on an armchair, hiding behind a green book, the other at the kitchen counter, facing his back to you. You kept walking towards the fridge to fetch the ingredients.

"'Morning, captain!" you greeted him in a chirpy tone.

"Good morning, what got you in a nice mood?" he chuckled with a slight hint of curiosity.

"No clue, I woke up and voilà" you responded, gesturing towards yourself as if to show him the result of a successful experience.

"Well, nonetheless, I'm glad you are. And hopefully," he stopped to step away from the counter to reveal your favourite breakfast carefully served on a tray "this boosts your mood even higher."

Meanwhile, Loki, immersed in a very interesting book, a sentence of which he was rereading for the 15th time for the past 3 minutes now, was quietly contemplating to approach you in a friendly manner for the first time in the history of Man. He was always intrigued by a human's dual nature and you were the perfect example of it. The way you were this quiet and timid girl who wouldn't even dare speak up and give an idea for a simple group meal, yet how, at times, you could jump around and sing along to your favourite songs, embarassing yourself to the fullest no matter who was around.

So, he had finally caught you at what seemed like the peak of your happy state, and decided to use this opportunity and converse with you. A small smile had crept up to his face as he stood up from his seat, when a hearty laugh stopped him from any further action.

"Oh, Steve, what did I do to deserve you." you said contently "It’s my favourite too!". You then jumped slightly to engulf the tall beefy man in a warm hug.

"I may not be the best cook, but I was told I'm a very good listener." Steve said matter-of-factly "I wanted to repay you for last week's treat, it's nothing much."

Loki, however, couldn't bare the sight. It made him feel things, emotions, perhaps, that were completely unknown and stranger to him. It wasn't the first time, this would occur after every situation similar to this one. He was angry, jealous, and maybe even a bit desperate for things he never thought he would need or willingly desire. The gentle care, the unconditional love, the heartwarming affection, these things he so badly craved for throughout his entire miserable existence. And here when he thought he had finally found that one person who could provide his entitled self with all of these pitiful things he wanted. What a fool. He doesn't deserve decent treatment, let alone from you. She loved these superhero buffoons, and that was exactly what differed him from them. With these thoughts in mind, the man then quickly left, the want to disappear from the face of Earth growing as seconds passed by.

"Thank you, Rogers. I really do appreciate your work and effort." you stated, placing a peck on his cheek, making the Captain America blush.

You then spun around to eat at the kitchen island when you realized that you two were the only people around. You could've sworn someone else was here a couple of minutes ago. Leisurely, you walked up to the now empty armchair to check the abandoned book. Weird.

A few weeks went on and you had noticed that the same thing would happen quite frequently. At first, you hadn't given much attention to it, it was probably just a coincidence, you thought. Though, the more it happened, the more it left you feeling perplexed. Was he running away from you? Because he was perfectly fine, minding his own business in a room full of Avengers, that is, until you came in. It usually took only a couple of minutes for him to leave. How were you supposed to get to know him if he never spared you a mere second? But again, everyone has their own thoughts, their own problems, their own discomforts. You too felt uneasy around certain people, maybe he felt the same with you.

It was a cold evening, only slightly past 7pm, and the New York sky was already dark outside, but the city was still as bright as ever. You had been reading and analyzing the Poetic Eddas for the past 7 hours, and at this point, your brain was turning into mush. It was time to take a break.

You exited your nook, dressed in a long navy blue cardigan, a loose t-shirt and leggings, to get a glass of water. As you stepped into the living room, you noticed some of the Avengers scattered around, occupying themselves with pointless conversations, mobile video gaming, and simple resting.

"Good evening, everyone.” you spoke in a sweet yet tired tone, making your way towards the sink. Everyone greeted you in return. There was, however, one individual who would never say anything, and still stuck to his policy. When you were done filling up your glass, you drank it in one go and caught Bucky sitting at the end of the C shaped couch.

"Hey, how's your arm doing?" you asked approaching him, catching the soldier's attention.

"Hey, uh, it's doing alright, I think?" he replied, moving the cybernetic limb around "I haven't had any more problems with it, thanks to your smart brain."

"You should be more careful, it's a pretty complexe piece of technology, you know." you giggled in return. You hesitantly took it in your own hands to observe it closer.

"It's metal, you know. I can't actually feel anything so you can go ahead and do whatever." Barnes chuckled lightly in response to your uncertainty.

You looked up to him and accidentally made eye contact, then proceeded to put your arms around him in a hugging manner. Took him by surprise, but he returned the gesture rather in confusion.

"You may look okay now, and I thank God for it every day, but I wanted to say that I'm proud of you. Proud of you for pulling through all of it, proud of you for giving in, and proud of you for sitting here today." you whispered for only him to hear. James was flustered by your sudden comment and remained silent for he didn't know what to say. He was grateful.

Upon turning back around to check up on everyone else, you watched as Loki, for no particular reason, scurried back to the rooms, this time, taking his book with him. Your heart clenched at the thought of him hating you somehow. What could've caused the silent treatment? You made sure to greet anyone you knew, you would even smile at him most of the time. He, however, always remained silent, never speaking a single word, sometimes you felt lucky having as little as glances thrown at you. With a sigh, you gave up questioning it any further, and turned to engage in other conversations.

"You're not sleeping?" Natasha questioned you as you sat on the couch, a half empty mug of tea in your hands.

"I'll finish my tea then go, promise."

"Alright, 'night (Y/N)." she spoke hoarsely. You simply waved her off.

You sat a couple of more minutes in silence, sipping on the remaining content of your mug, feeling warm. Not the best idea to fall asleep on a couch in a tower full of childish adults, God forbid your peaceful state ever falls into their malicious hands.

After rinsing the mug, you groggily walked back to your room, ready to crash for the next 72 hours. You walked the dark hallways, not even caring to turn the lights on, sticking close to the wall. Passing by one of the doors, you heard a faint shuffling, one that didn't seem the normal kind. Brows furrowed, you leaned into the door to listen in. The shuffling continued and only grew more agitated.

You discreetly opened the door, careful to not bother whoever was behind it, just to appease your curious and slightly worried mind. The figure lying in bed was unrecognizable in the pitch black room, no matter how hard you squinted.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y.," you whispered to the system "could you turn on the light up to 15%?"

In an instant, the room became dimly lit, enough for you to depict your surroundings. There lay the prince, the blanket bunched up and messy, his hair deshiveled and sweat showing on his forehead. He kept twitching and turning, rather a concerning sight before you. You deducted that he was having a nightmare, and a quite powerful one. You were close to leaving him be, your earlier thoughts coming back to mind. However, you also felt guilty being a witness to his own mental torture and not doing anything about it. With a sigh, you reached his restless self, his heavy breathing getting louder the closer you got.

“Loki.” you murmured, shaking him by his shoulder “Loki, wake up.”

It didn’t affect him the slightest, in fact his breathing only got worse.

“It’s only a nightmare, you’re fine.”

“Loki?”

His eyes opened slowly and gradually became ruby red. The man then snapped his head to look at you, now turning completely blue. It startled you enough for you to move back but the eye contact remained. Both of you kept staring at one another, hoping for something to happen. Anything.

The jotun lay there, in all his vulnaribility and ugliness, silently, though obviously, threatening you to go away. You weren’t moving. Why weren’t you moving? You’d have to run away any second now, he intended on staying in his form until you did so. The room was becoming colder and colder. He didn’t even have time to process as, out of nowhere, you gently put your arms around his cold frame and stay there. It felt…warm. He was taken aback. He hasn’t been embraced for what seemed like centuries. Should he push you away? Freeze you, perhaps? He wanted to escape this situation, yet, at the same time, he wanted for it to last forever. The prince felt strange inside, it was an undescribable sentiment that he didn’t know he craved. All of these feelings made his heart pound faster and faster, ‘till he felt like it was going to burst, made him want to rip it out of his chest.

You noticed from the corner of your eye the way the skin on his neck steadily turned back to its porcelain colour, then, as you pulled away ever so slightly, his eyes were already looking straight into yours, and they had returned to the emerald green colour you loved so very much. Loki seemed to have calmed down.

“I wouldn’t want to bother you but,” you muttered “if you want, I can keep you company.”

He stayed silent. He averted his gaze from you for a few seconds, considering your very tempting offer. Just as you were about to give up, you heard a soft mumble.

“I would like that.” he spoke.

A sense of relief washed over you. It made you smile to know that he didn’t despise you as you previously had thought. Moving away from the edge of the bed, you climbed back up to take up the empty place beside him. As if it were on cue, the lights went down and the room was dark again. You were quite hesitant with your next decision. Slowly snaking your arm around his shoulders, you tried to pull him in and were very astounded when he let you, easily giving into your hold. In hopes to comfort him, you gently ran your fingers through his raven hair and stroked his upper back in soothing motions.

"Do you really care?" he spoke softly. It was a random question that came out of nowhere, but you understood the meaning nonetheless.

"I do." you replied "I'll do my best to show it."

Maybe you were hallucinating, maybe it was the effect of exhaustion, but you felt his arms tighten around your waist ever so slightly. You didn't expect for your first interaction to turn out this way, but you weren't complaining. At last, the Prince of Lies was opening up to you. You both lay there, in each other's comfort, until sleep took over your bodies.

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[itsjustashipperlife]

Watching FFH spoilers, I have reach the conclusion that Tony will never fucking rest even in death because they are going to throw shit at him. Again. So the antis will take this movie as another thing to shit on him. Again.

I'm so fucking tired of Tony's angst for the plot's sake and things like that... You made him do the sacrifice play so he could rest, so let him!

Read under the cut for spoilers (that pissed me off)

-First things first. Tony gave Peter the sunglasses from IW. Okay, that's good. Apparently they came with a note saying that the name of the AI thats in the glasses is called EDITH. Aka: Even Dead I'm The Hero. Well, not bad... right?

-According to spoilers, those glasses can control a drone I think (I didnt really understand that part) that almost killed one of the students from Peter's class (Brad, I think he will be a new character). Sooo basically antis can say that Tony was irresponsible with a teenager (AGAIN)

-Peter gives the sunglasses to Mysterio (for no fucking reason) and Mysterio uses them for his illusions

-Tony didnt create BARF, but Mysterio did. And he was fired for being mentally unstable... Why didnt Tony create BARF?? For the plot's sake, so they could give Mysterio an origin in the MCU. Basically almost the same card they used in Homecoming

-In one of Mysterio's illusions, Tony (the Iron Man suit, or the suit with a skeleton, depending on the source) is getting out of his grave. Again, using him as a tool for Peter's angst. Yay.

I'm seriously so mad about the BARF thing... he didnt need to take someone else's credit. He could have perfectly done BARF by himself. BUT, since they didnt know HOW to link Mysterio's origin with Tony, they decided to use one of his best inventions for the plot. YAYYY

#tony stark #ffh spoilers #ffh #spoilers #im so mad #for real

[ohwhatamessiam]

All or Nothing  - Chapter 12

Summary: It’s been three years since she left him and Bucky is still trying to move on from their relationship. She survived his worst nightmare, but is it really over? And is there any hope for their relationship to begin again?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Bisexual!Reader, Bisexual!Reader X OC

Word Count: 4.7k+

Warnings: Language I’m sure. Alcohol to cope with awkward situations. Some feelings to top it off.

A/N: Hi everyone! I know it’s been literally 6 months since I’ve updated this story and I am so, so, very sorry. Work has been quite interesting (I’m in the midst of literal retail hell rn) and my writing inspiration has severely wavered, but I’m still trying guys. I think I got everyone tagged that I could, since it’s been forever since I last updated this story, and many of you have new urls. A huge thank you to @fangirlisms-22​ for always using her free time to read whatever the hell I’m working on. Here’s the Spotify playlist for the entire fic. I love feedback, so send me your thoughts and feelings anytime! 

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This is the sequel to Give, so check out the first series here.

All or Nothing | Masterlist

The edge of my high heel tapped against the slick floors outside of Pepper Pott’s office. This was too big of an opportunity to pass up, but that didn’t stop me from being so nervous about it. I needed a job. I’d actually needed one since I’d finished healing. Since I’d stopped talking to anyone on the team but Wanda and Sam. Since Nikki and I had broken up.

A year had passed since I’d been in a building owned by Tony Stark, although I was pretty sure that Pepper actually owned all these buildings now. It was her company.

She knew about me, I knew she had to. The message she’d left me last week was too friendly for her to not know about me. Tony had to have told her what the team had done for me, and what I’d done to them.

I’d sent them on a year long mission to track down Ghost, and yet they still knew very little. There was no actual name for him, only a string of aliases he deserted after each use. He rarely met his employees or his clients in person, and when he did he always obscured his face or phased between corporeality and not. And his ability to hack was nearly unparalleled. Tony even hired better hackers than himself, and few could foil the guy. And when they did, it was only for a second before their computers tended to catch on fire.

What they had found was that he considered himself an activist. An anti-capitalist, targeting politicians and the government quite a bit. Which is why Tony and the Avengers had found themselves in his sights.

I’d been safe since Konstantin’s death. No one had bothered me back in Virginia, but my panic button still sat safely in my purse, clutched against my hip even today.

I glanced at my phone one last time and Pepper’s office door opened as my phone clock changed. Right on time.

“Hi (Y/N),” she smiled as she motioned for me to follow her through the frosty glass of her office. Pushing out of my seat, I tucked my purse under my arm and took a deep breath. I got this.

“Hello, Pepper,” I forced, trying make myself feel and look less stressed. I followed her into her spacious, minimalistic, and bright space. A full wall of her office was nothing but window, and for a moment I got caught on the fact that I could see almost all of Manhattan. She was on the 42nd floor, and although I’d never been afraid of heights, I could develop that phobia if I were to stay here too long.

I waited until she took a seat behind her glass desk, and the second I sunk into the plush chair across from her, I knew I’d never want to get up. Her hair was pinned back tightly, just more evidence of the tidy order by which she runs her life and her company. I almost laughed as I tried to imagine her and Tony having a shared living space. Him being so chaotic and her so organized. But then Tony probably paid people to keep his life together.

Pepper leaned her elbows on her desk as she watched me closely, her lips betraying the smallest smile. “Take some deep breaths, (Y/N). This is just a friendly interview, nothing too scary or serious.”

“Sorry,” I simpered. “I just really want this job.”

“Well luckily for you, you have some amazing references,” she winked and settled back in her seat. “So tell me why you want this so badly?”

“Uhh, the last year has been tough,” my eyes darted down to her desk, and barely caught the ring on her finger, but then tried to focus back on her face. “After what happened, after I missed all that work, my job was not waiting for me when I got back. It would be great to actually have a job that puts my skills to use.”

“That’s a good start.”

“And I’m not sure how involved the team would be with all this, but I don’t want to get this position from just my connections alone. I want my qualifications to speak for themselves.”

Pepper glanced toward the tablet on her desk that she had my resume pulled up on. “I knew you were qualified for this job before I even reached out to you. What I really wanted to talk to you about was how you feel about all this.”

“Oh, I’d be more than happy to take on this position.”

“But do you think you can separate the team from you needing to do your job?”

“I’d like to think I could, and as long as they’re not my direct clients, I stand by that. But I’m also completely aware that it’s a conflict of interest if they are my clients. They’re my friends and they’ve done so much for me. No matter how hard I’d try to be impartial and professional, I know I could never fully do that.”

Pepper’s controlled smile turned into a full grin. “And that’s exactly what I wanted to hear.” She closed out of my resume and stood up quickly. She reached across the desk to offer me her hand and panic shot through me. Did I just fuck this up? I took her hand as I got up, my pinched brows betraying my confusion.

“You’ve got the job.”

The team stepped off the quinjet, already peeling off their suits and hurrying to get a shower. It had been the first mission Tony had gone on in a while, and he was feeling a little rusty. He made a mental note to try to get Peter out of class next time something this last minute came up, and then he made an amendment to that note to only do it in a huge emergency.

Bucky pulled off his fingerless glove and popped open the snaps on his vest as he headed up the stairs. Tony jogged after him as the nanomites of his suit retreated to his watch. Tony’s fingers barely ghosted Bucky’s shoulder before he turned quickly, leveling Tony with a glare, “What Stark?”

“I uh, wanted to have a friendly chat,” Tony forced a smile, but it didn’t make it past his lips.

“We don’t do that,” Bucky answered, tilting his head to the side.

“You’re right,” Tony nodded and followed Bucky as he continued down the hall. “But I figured it’d be better for you to hear it from me, than to find out another way.”

“What is it?”

“So there was an opening within Stark Industries and Pepper needed it filled pretty quickly. After looking at several resumes that were-”

“Tony,” Bucky cut in.

“(Y/N) now works for Stark Industries.” Tony’s words made Bucky hesitate as he reached his door. “Her office is in Manhattan and she won’t be seeing any of you guys as part of her job, she’ll strictly be working with the Stark security team and the HR department, but as you know the security team often has individuals stationed here that don’t have to answer to the government or the UN.”

Barnes opened his door, keeping his back to Tony and he didn’t respond to his words. He stepped into his room but Tony stuck his hand out, catching the door before it closed. As eager as Barnes seemed to escape him, Tony still wasn’t done.

“We tried to figure out a way to keep her away from here for safety purposes, but I can’t promise that you’ll never see her around.”

Bucky’s fingers clenched around his door knob as he turned back to Tony, “Thank you for letting me know.”

He tried to yank the door closed but Tony pried it open again. He was never very good at being concise. “Also, we’re throwing her a welcome party at our penthouse in the city. The team will be attending, but I figured you might want to steer clear,” the way Bucky’s eyes bore into Tony’s made him nearly gulp, “or not.”

“Thanks,” Bucky answered as he forced the door closed.

Tony stood there for a second, stunned somehow by the coldness Bucky exhibited that barely hid his actual reaction. Tony had only seen Bucky this shaken once. When he’d found out (Y/N) was abducted last year. But maybe it was time for him to get used to a Bucky with more emotional range.

Bucky didn’t know how to process this. There were so many things swirling around in his chest. Happiness that she had a good job and would be closer to the team if she needed them. Trepidation because he might actually have to acknowledge her existence to the others. Fear that her being involved with the company would only continue to put her in harm’s way. Hope that he’d see her, even just in passing. Longing to do more than just see her. And the smallest tinge of anger that a year later, he still couldn’t promise her safety. And that maybe he never could.

It all bubbled up in him so rapidly that he actually had to reach out for the wall next to his door to keep himself stable. He’d tried so hard to bury all this. She’d been out of sight, out of mind.

He hadn’t said her name since right after she’d left a year ago. He hadn’t checked on her through the teams surveillance or connections. She’d even stopped frequenting his dreams. He was trying to move on.

He had actually gone on a couple dates a few months back. Of course Natasha had set it up, but it didn’t really go anywhere.

Sure, he hadn’t felt the same way about anyone else as he did her, and he was pretty sure he never would. But he’d made peace with that. After all the terrible things he’d done, it was okay if he couldn’t be with her. That only seemed fair.

But he didn’t know if he could see her around, just casually working, talking to Stark’s people. His ability to not think about her, think about how much he missed her, only worked if she was far away. Absent from his life, never close enough to see or talk to.

But that didn’t seem like a luxury he would have much longer.

The town car came to a stop at the end of the block, but I couldn’t force my fingers to move for the door handle. Of course Stark’s car service gave me no option, as the driver got out and opened the door for me.

His eyes caught mine and for a second, his professional facade dropped as he squatted in front of the door. “Need me to circle around the block a couple times?”

Would delaying this make it any less unnerving? Less uncomfortable?

Sure, these were my friends and acquaintances, but this whole night dedicated just to me getting hired felt weird and wrong. And no one knew that Nikki wouldn’t be coming. No one knew anything about my last year alone.

But putting this off or cancelling would only leave more questions for me to answer.

“No, but thank you,” I answered and he nodded. He pushed himself up and offered his hand to help me out of the backseat. I took it, using him to steady my steps as I tried to stand in my heels. I hadn’t worn a pair this high or this unsupportive in a long time. Match them with some restrictively tight undergarments to make sure my dress would be flattering, and walking had become near impossible.

The driver offered to help me into the building but I dropped his hand quickly. Of all the things I had to do tonight, walking in this outfit needed to be the easiest. But he stayed behind to make sure I got into the building alright.

After I pushed through the glass doors I looked back at him, letting him know I’d be okay. He gave me one last nod and finally walked back around the car. Another deep breath in, and I pressed the elevator button.

Would Bucky be here tonight? I knew Wanda and Sam were coming, they’d texted me congratulating me for getting the job and telling me how excited they were to see me tonight, but who else would be there. Obviously Pepper and Tony would be there, they were the hosts of this party, but would Steve bother? And would Nat show up? And if they did, wouldn’t they have told Bucky to stay away to make this easier for both of us?

The elevator binged as the doors opened, reminding me that I had somewhere to be. I stepped inside and immediately noticed the security cameras in the corners. As I pushed the penthouse button a woman’s voice spoke to me.

“We’ve been expecting you, (Y/N).” I pulled my hand back as the elevator doors closed and looked around the tiny space. “I didn’t mean to startle you, I’m F.R.I.D.A.Y. and I work for Mr. Stark.”

“Ohh-, okay.” I squeezed my hands together as I felt us ascend.

“Are you cold?” she asked. “I can warm the elevator up.”

“Uh, no,” I answered, noticing how my twitchy, clenched hands might give her that idea. “I’m just nervous. But I would take something to warm up my insides.”

“I do not have the ability to serve you a cocktail while you’re in this elevator, but I assure you there will be plenty of drinks at your destination.”

“Thank you,” I smiled. And I knew she was just AI, but I could imagine F.R.I.D.A.Y. smiling with me.

The elevator reached the penthouse as she left me with her last piece of advice, “Enjoy yourself tonight, (Y/N). This is a Stark party, and Tony loves a fun and inebriated time, you should try to as well.”

And with that, the doors slid open.

The open-concept space was a soft blue tone, and a gold banner that read “congratulations” hung from the ceiling. People were scattered around the room, seated on various couches and chairs. Sam jumped up first as I stepped out of the elevator. His warm smile greeted me as he yelled, “Congratulations!” and rushed to me. His long arms wrapped around me tightly, reminding me of his wings for only a moment.

Wanda approached us, but Sam’s arms continued squeezing me as he spoke into my ear, “I’ve missed you so much, (Y/N).” I hugged him back and he lifted me off the ground. My eyes grew wide with surprise as I made eye contact with Wanda. A smile graced her features and I knew she was doing her best not to laugh at me.

There was a group of people standing behind her, some I knew but several I didn’t, and I knew she caught onto the overwhelming anxiety running through me. Sam’s comfort might have kept me together outwardly, but my brain and heart were a different story.

Wanda reached out for a champagne flute as a caterer passed by and held it out to me. When Sam finally let my feet touch the ground, I patted him on the back and reached for her offering. Alcohol would hopefully make my brain quiet. She gave me a second to down it before her own arms wrapped around me. “I know this is the most attention you’ve had on you since last year, but I promise this room won’t be trying to cut you open or stitch you up.”

“Speak for yourself, I have a feeling some of these business people would love to do just that to me. And you know I would have been chugging champagne then if I hadn’t been on copious pain killers.”

Her laugh brushed my cheek as she pulled back, and I wished I could just stay locked into this private moment for another second. Wanda knew what I was thinking, what I was feeling. And she’d probably be the only person that night who understood what I was going through.

“It’s good to see you. And it’s even better that you’re in one piece now,” a woman’s voice snarked from behind me. Nat. She grabbed me before my fingers even left Wanda’s shoulders. Her hair covered my eyes and I pushed it away before I hugged her back. As I looked past our group, two familiar forms stood at the other side of the room.

Steve was one of them, his hands tucked in his pockets as he smiled at me, his head tilted forward in a greeting. The other sent a jolt through me.

Metal and flesh hands joined around a beer bottle, shoulders squared off, making himself tall. But his blue eyes met mine and then bounced away. Even after all this time away from each other, we still weren't at the place to pretend to be friendly. And god, how I wished we were already. It would make this night easier.

“Where’s Nikki?” Nat asked as she let me go.

I hesitated, not sure how they’d take this. Would they be happy I was single again? Would they try to push me back towards Bucky, if he was even still interested? Or would they try to play it off like it was nothing and tiptoe around the subject for the rest of the night? Or would Nat try to set me up with someone new, since she was well known for trying to play matchmaker.

“Oh uh, we… we broke up about a year ago.”

“What?” Sam asked, blinking as he stepped closer to me. “What did she do? Did she-”

“No Sam,” I shook my head and placed a hand on his arm. “It was mutual. We-, we weren’t the same people when we went back to Virginia as we were when we left.”

“I was really rooting for you two,” Nat cut in. “But sometimes it’s better to move on than stick around and be unhappy.”

A gentle hand rested on my shoulder and I immediately felt my mood perk up. It was Wanda, doing her best to keep me together. But she couldn’t stay attached to me the entire night.

“I’d really rather not talk about it tonight,” I managed a tight-lip smile. “I’m here to see you all and meet some of my new coworkers.”

“Then you’re gonna need another drink for that,” Wanda grinned. I nodded at her, and as she took her hand off me, every thing she’d suppressed came rushing back. My worry that this conversation about Nikki wasn’t over. Concern that this night would be a trainwreck, and that nobody would like me at Stark Industries. The fear that Bucky and I would get shoved together, and that I would only end up hurting him again. And the dread that maybe Bucky had moved past me. That maybe whatever part of me that still loved him, had always loved him, was just clinging to something I could never have.

I took one more deep breath as she handed me another drink, and then turned to the rest of the party with a forced smile.

“I’d like to make a toast,” Tony announced 30 minutes into the party. I’d barely made it through half of the Stark Industries’ representatives, and another drink. The crowd grew quiet though, and I was glad to turn away from the boring shop talk a couple of executives had roped me into. I didn’t even know what half of it meant, and I was pretty sure it wouldn’t be important to my position either.

“You’re all here because (Y/N Y/L/N) tonight. She’s the newest addition to the Stark Industries family.”

“It’s a company, not a family,” Pepper cut in, knowing Tony might have been talking to the Avengers team and not actually her employees. “But we encourage you all to get familiar with each other. (Y/N) will likely have to review or work with all of you eventually.”

“But tonight’s celebration isn’t just to congratulate her on her new position. It’s also to congratulate her on her regained safety.” My heart jumped into my throat, drying out my mouth as I desperately tried to swallow the discomfort.

“Last year (Y/N) was placed in harm’s way and got pretty banged up in the process. But tonight, I’m glad to announce that the person who harmed her is in custody.” Tony’s eyes held mine and he nodded at me, reacting to my wide eyes. “He’ll be put in the darkest cell imaginable, and won’t be able to hurt anyone ever again. So tonight is to new beginnings for her within the company, and to shutting the door on a traumatizing experience.”

“I can’t wait to see how (Y/N) flourishes at Stark Industries,” Pepper added, rerouting my congratulations speech. “And I have faith that she’ll bring nothing but support, innovation, and balance to us.”

The crowd turned to me, their hands clapping, their faces smiling, but I couldn’t hang on that. Ghost was in custody. Ghost was going to be in prison. I was supposed to be safe, but I felt everything but that. If he was in custody, that meant that he was closer to us than he had been in a year. He was close enough to hurt anyone of us in person.

I forced a smile until the applause died down, and then I headed for the bar. Maybe alcohol would dull this overwhelming dread in my gut.

I’d heard the rumors about what Ghost could do. He could be invisible, he could walk through walls. He was known for never being caught, and him suddenly being in custody? That didn’t feel right. Unless he wanted to be in custody. What could he do from inside? Who could he hurt?

I couldn’t handle anyone being hurt or killed because they went after him. Because they wouldn’t leave him alone after what he had done to me. I wasn’t worth the trouble.

The bartender placed a whiskey in front of me, my second of the night, and I gulped it down greedily. She noticed and poured me another before I had the chance to ask. As I nursed the third, my limbs grew heavier, the liquor was starting to work so much that I didn’t recognize the quiet “Hey” that came from my left.

I turned to him. His blue eyes focusing on the drink in my hand, still avoiding my eyes. His dark hair had grown out and was pulled into a tiny bun behind his head. And he was dressed nicer than I’d ever seen him. From across the room, I thought he was in jeans, but I was wrong. He had on a nice pair of wool pants and a white button-down dress shirt. But he was never a formal guy. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and he still had boots on, they just weren’t of the military variety. His metal hand held his own drink, an American brand beer.

“Hey,” I answered, the word coming out quiet and breathy. His eyes rose to mine, and whatever the alcohol had been dulling transformed into something even sharper. Heartbreak.

I thought we were okay. I thought we’d left things in a good place this time, but my heart hurt as I stared at him and he stared right back. It would have been easier if he was over me. It would have been easier if I’d lied and said Nikki couldn’t come tonight. But I hadn’t, and somehow he’d found out. There was the tiniest gleam of hope there. Hope that this might be our time.

But I couldn’t promise him that. And I didn’t know if I ever could again.

“Congratulations on the job. You deserve it,” he spoke, his voice low. He finally let my gaze go and looked back at his drink.

“I’m sorry that this-, this is how we’re having to do this. You shouldn’t have to see me at work. You shouldn’t have to talk to me at a Stark party. You don’t deserve that.”

His head turned quickly, a confused look pinching his brows, “What are you talking about?” That look pulled at my chest. He looked like my Bucky. But he wasn’t my Bucky, and he hadn’t been for a long time.

“I didn’t have to talk to you tonight. I didn’t have to come. Tony actually begged me not to. And Steve’s been offering to run interference so I wouldn’t have to talk to you for a week.” A soft chuckle curled his bottom lip. “I had to sick the kid on him to get him away from me.”

He moved to the side, revealing Peter excitedly talking to a politely interested Steve at the other end of the bar. I felt my own smile twist up my lips. And I saw his hope blossoming into something bigger.

“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be.”

“But why would you want to be here? I broke your heart. I left you.”

“I-, I know. But I can’t ignore you forever. We’ll have to see each other at HQ.”

“I figured we’d just keep it civil. Polite greetings in passing.” The alcohol may have stopped working on my emotions, but it certainly had loosened my mouth. I would have never admitted that to him before.

“I hope we can be more than just civil, (Y/N). It might, actually be nice if we could even be friends.”

After everything that had happened between us, could we be just that? Friends? I wasn’t sure, but I’d hoped we could try it out someday.

“I- I’d like that,” I nodded. We smiled at each other for a moment, and my own villainous hope started to bubble up too. I didn’t need to get his, or my own feelings built up to just get tore down again. I couldn’t do that to him again.

“(Y/N)! Congratulations!” a chipper voice whooped from behind me. It was Peter with Steve in tow, and I exchanged a private glance at Bucky. He rolled his eyes before turning to them. Steve still wasn’t giving up.

Peter threw his arms around me and squeezed me tightly. I’d met this boy once and I barely even knew anything about him, but that didn’t seem to matter to him. Plus, the overwhelming scent of liquor that came from mouth might have had something to do with his friendliness.

Steve’s hand came down on Peter’s shoulder, trying to reign him back in. He tugged him away from me and gave me a sympathetic shrug.

“I can’t wait to see you around more often! Maybe you’ll tell me about these guy’s personal lives, since they literally never tell me anything. But they know everything about me!” I couldn’t help but smile back at his goofy grin.

“You’re an open book Pete,” Steve cut in, trying to push Peter away from the bar. “It’s good to see you. And congratulations.”

Steve visibly struggled with forcing Peter to leave me alone, and he gave Bucky a panicked look. That soft, warm chuckle graced my ears again, nearly melting my insides.

“He’s a lot stronger than he looks,” Bucky added as he pushed out of his stool. I watched him use his metal arm to grab Peter’s other shoulder to force him forward. “I’ll see you around, (Y/N).”

“See ya,” I barely got out before Nat was sliding into the space Bucky had just left.

“Feeling a little fucked up yet? Because you absolutely should,” she asked as she ordered a refill of her cocktail.

“Ohh in more ways than one.” I glanced one last time over my shoulder at Bucky. A smile stretched across his face as he tried to get Peter away from the small dancefloor.

“I can’t help you with all of that, but I’ll make sure you get home safe.”

And she did.

After I finally got to thank Tony and Pepper for their kindness and generosity, Nat loaded us into a town car and took me back to my new apartment. Unsurprisingly, she knew my address better than I did. And while I didn’t remember asking her to spend the night, I woke up the next morning to her making pancakes in my kitchen, wearing a set of my pajamas that we’re way too big for her.

But even having her there only reduced the fear gnawing at me slightly.

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Bodyguard II: Familial Ties (Part I - Chapter 8) (Brendon Urie x Reader)

Punching a code into the keypad situated at the garage entrance into the S.H.I.E.L.D facility, Brendon tossed a permissive look over his shoulder at his teammates.

“Clear,” he nodded a moment later, stepping back to allow The Hounds to do their bit.

He and Dean held open the heavily barred doors for Seth and Roman, who hoisted the unconscious body of The Phantom Warrior out of the back of the SUV and into their arms. With Roman keeping a firm grip under the assassin’s arms and Seth taking care of his legs, the two agents hastily made their way over the threshold of the entrance and into the facility.

“Holding cell or infirmary?” Seth asked, using his elbow to knock against the button mounted on the left wall of the hallway and call for the elevator.

“Cell,” Brendon answered, letting go of his grip on the door and striding into the building as well, followed closely by Dean, “I don’t give a shit about any injuries he might have.”

Seth and Roman shared a quick look of dubiousness, but didn’t make a move to say anything. Dean, on the other hand…

“Well yeah, but he’s no use to you if he’s coughing up blood or breaking out in cold sweats,” The Lunatic remarked with a scoff, prompting the brooding agent to toss him a cold, hard glare. “I’m just sayin’, if I were you-“

“But you’re not me, now are you?” Brendon silenced The Hound with a sharp response. The older man grinded his teeth together before continuing. “And if I wanted your input, Ambrose, I woulda asked for it.” He snapped his head in the direction of Seth and Roman, the elevator open and waiting behind them. “Cell. Now.”

The bitter iciness that accompanied his presence hung in the air even after Brendon had started down the hallway, walking towards the communication centre with strong purpose. The company of his newest prisoner unsettled him more than he cared to admit, and he needed to take his mind off of the situation and regroup before attempting to proceed with his plan.

The Hounds watched intently as their fellow agent made his way down the long hallway, not saying anything. Once Brendon had rounded the corner and was out of earshot, Dean piped up yet again.

“I’m telling you guys,” he shook his head before turning to his friends and stepping forward to join them as they backpedalled into the elevator, “if he doesn’t see (Y/N) soon, he’s gonna snap and kill all of us.”

~

Whenever Brendon was in this particular state of mind – emotionally volatile and anxious – (which, honestly, was an incredibly rare occurrence), Spencer had always been his go-to; his best friend would talk him down and help him regain his mental balance.

But since Spencer (and well, everyone else) was under the impression that Brendon had been blown up on a quinjet a number of months ago, calling him was not exactly an option. And so, he settled for the next best thing…

“Vodka,” Dallon nodded, though it seemed to be mostly to himself, “Vodka always helps. Do you have vodka over there? I’m sure you’d be able to find some somewhere; it is a Stark-designed facility after all.”

“I highly doubt that alcohol is the answer I’m looking for,” Brendon sighed, gripping the edge of the desk with both hands and leaning forward. His eyes were heavy and tired and he blinked a couple times in the hopes that it would help. It didn’t.

“Wouldn’t hurt to try,” the techie shrugged, readjusting his glasses that were slipping down his face with one hand while the other twirled a Chewbacca pen.

Brendon raised his head and looked at Dallon’s face on the screen in disdain, narrowing his eyes in irritation.

“You’re fucking awful at this, you know that?”

“Hey, I’m trying my best to be the guy-support-guy that you need!” Dallon defended, straightening up in his chair and clutching a hand to his chest. “But I’m, like, one of the most anti-social people you’ll ever come across. I’m not at all skilled in the art of consoling people.”

Brendon let out an aggravated growl. “I’m not in mourning. I don’t need consoling. I just need-“ He stopped talking and closed his eyes, hanging his head and drawing in a deep breath.

On the screen was a blown-up picture of you; one taken at a charity event hosted by Tony Stark a few months ago. You were smiling into the camera over your shoulder, the low backline of your dress exposing your smooth skin.

The sheer radiance of your beauty caused Brendon’s throat to tighten and his knuckles transitioned from their usual colour to a much paler white as he took his frustration out on the desk (in a reasonably peaceful manner).

A second later, the image disappeared and Dallon’s face popped back onto the screen, this time with a hopeful expression.

“Did that help?”

Yes and no. Yes, because now those errant thoughts that had been plaguing his mind a couple minutes ago had been replaced with the nagging reminder of what your skin felt like, and how badly he wanted to touch you again. And no, because he knew that those new thoughts would consume him from the inside out, until he had you in his arms again. He wasn’t sure which feeling he preferred, to be honest – the one he had before seeing the picture or the one that came after. Both were equally torturous.

But of course, Brendon didn’t offer that as an answer and instead responded to Dallon’s question in a painfully Brendon-like manner.

“If you ever blindside me like that again, I’ll shoot your dick off, Weekes.”

“Thought so,” Dallon smiled, reading between the lines to pick up his friend’s answer of ‘yes’. “She’s doing good, by the way. At least, she was last time she checked in.”

Brendon’s brows knitted together in confusion and he stood up straight, removing his hands from the desk. “What do you mean ‘last time she checked in’? She’s not at HQ?”

Dallon shook his head no. “Nope. She’s in a desert in New Mexico on a consultation with Doctor Ro- Shit,” the techie immediately shut his mouth, swallowing harshly and averting his gaze when he realised the trouble that he had undoubtedly just caused.

Brendon felt an immeasurable wave of fury wash over him. “She’s what?”

“Uh… Ooo! Do ya hear that? Fury’s calling for me. I, uh, I gotta go. Talk soon,” Dallon rattled off, nervously fumbling over his words.

“Weekes, wait-“ Brendon groaned in anger as Dallon signed off before he could stop him.

Hearing that you were with Aaron Ross in the middle of a goddamn desert doing who knows what made his blood boil, and in an effort to rid himself of even the tiniest bit of anger, Brendon grabbed one of the desk chairs and tossed it across the room. Chest heaving, he shut his eyes for a second before running a hand through his hair and starting for the door, heading for the cell on the lower level.

~

The scratchy fibred sack was roughly ripped off of the assassin’s head, exposing his reddened face to the cool air of the holding cell. He blinked a couple times, squinting his eyes as he tried to adjust to the harsh white light cascading down upon him.

Once he regained his orientation and his vision cleared, he could properly see the three burly figures towering over him. A slight smirk appeared on his chapped lips.

“While I admit that you are a bunch of strikingly handsome gentlemen, I’m afraid you’ll have to find someone else to join your little party; I don’t swing that way.”

“Jesus,” Dean muttered to his friends under his breath, “He even sounds like him.”

“So if you wouldn’t mind letting me out of these restraints-“ he continued, raising his hands as best he could while tied up. He was cut off by Seth.

“Listen, bud, you can cut the whole confident jackass act,” The Architect narrowed his eyes in irritation as he gestured at the prisoner, “’cause it’s not gonna work here. Believe me.”

“I suggest you get comfortable, ‘cause you’re not leaving anytime soon,” Roman informed, reaching down to tighten the belts around The Phantom Warrior’s wrists, just to emphasize his point.

“Really, gents, I’m sure you’re making an excellent effort at all of this,” Mason spoke with a condescending tilt of his head and a chuckle, “but I promise you that there’s no form of torture I haven’t been through. There’s no way you’ll get me to spill whatever you’re hoping for.”

The Hounds turned to each other and shared an amused look before turning to look at Mason with smiles.

“You’ve never seen torture quite like what’s waiting for you behind that door.”

On cue, the thick metal door to the cell opened with a gust of wind, and in strode one of the world’s most intense forms of torture.

Brendon walked with a confidence that only he could exude, checking his smart watch as he strode towards the prisoner. He stopped a mere two feet away from him, and delivered a smirk much more devilish than the assassin had given a few moments ago.

“Hello, big brother.”

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Broken Doll || Bucky x Reader (1/?)

Title: Broken Doll

Summary: “What did they do to her?” Hydra did so many, fucked up things to her. They did things to her nobody could imagine. And whenever she got used to it, the pain, the feelings, the mental abuse, they found something new to try out. If it was fun, they kept doing it a little longer; If it wasn’t, they changed and changed and changed the way to hurt her. 

Warnings: mentioning of abuse, wounds 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1021 Words

A/N: /

“Nein, nein, nein, fasst mich nicht an, bitte! [No,no, no, dont touch me, please!]”, she whimpered. 

“Hey, don’t worry, we’re not gonna hurt you...”, Clint said, trying to calm the girl down. 

A girl crouched on the floor of a dark, wet and rundown cell. Her clothes were dirty and torn, they barely covered her body. She trembled and had bruises, cuts and wounds that looked like they were caused by needles, all over her body and dried blood covered her hands, arms and her face. Sheer terror and horror were reflected in her eyes. 

“Geht weg, lasst mich in Ruhe, hört auf! Keine Experimente mehr, bitte... [Go away, let me alone, stop it! No more Experiments, please….]”, she cried. 

The Avengers were send to find and discover a HYDRA base near Kansas. It was more like a bunker and, so called, abandoned, but they found this woman in the ‘basement’. Her cell was surrounded by dirty, old laboratory equipment and rusted experimental tables. The way they were covered in dried blood looked like she already fell off every single one of them. Pictures of her, falling off the tables in pain, pass in front of their eyes. 

“What did they do to her...?”, Tony asked, “I mean look at her...” “Hey am I the only one who thinks, that she looks different?”, Clint wanted to know. “No, actually I have to agree… “, Wanda took a few steps towards the girl, only to jump slightly, when the girl in the corner choked out a noise of panic. “She Looks so damaged… But so different damaged, do you know what I mean?” 

The Worlds biggest heroes had wrecked a lot of HYDRA bases and they always found some experiments left in there. They always looked terrible, torn apart. But this girl almost looked a little too healthy to be an experiment.

“Bitte lasst mich in Ruhe! [Please, leave me alone!]”, she now screamed and kicked, when a few of them tried to get near to her. 

“Hey! Hey, ganz ruhig, wir.. wollen dir nichts tun... [Hey! Hey, calm down, we... don’t want to hurt you]”, Bucky said calmly, taking a few steps forward too. The girl looked like she saw a ghost when he started talking. The fear in her eyes remained anyway, hands flat over her ears. “Du.... bist du ein Wissenschaftler? Bist du einer von HYDRA?! [You... are you a scientist? Are you a member of HYDRA?!]”, now she backed away even further into the corner, panicking. “Nein! Nein, nein, nein, bin ich nicht, ich... wir sind hier um zu helfen. Um dir zu helfen [No! No, no, no, I’m not, I... we are here to help. To help you.]”, Bucky hurriedly gathered his broken pieces of German he knew and tried to calm the girl down. 

“Ich wurde von HYDRA gefangen gehalten, als Waffe benutzt... Mein Name ist James Barnes [I was held captive by HYDRA, was used as a weapon… My name is James Barnes]”, he continued calmly and the girl seemed to calm down too. “Wir wollen dir helfen [We want to help you]” 

The girl still trembled, but she came out of the corner. Carefully and painfully slow, but she did. She watched each of her own steps carefully, focused on walking carefully over the stone tiles of her cell, she almost tiptoed. 

“Alles ist okay, kannst du Englisch sprechen? Oder kannst du wenigstens verstehen, was ich dir sagen werde? [Everything’s okay, can you speak english? Or can you at least understand what I’m going to say?]” Bucky held out his hand for her to take it. 

“Y-yes, I.. think I can do both…” Her voice was weak and it cracked every now and then, but she could speak, at least. She hesitated to take his hand though, but when she decided to do so, Bucky immediatly gave it a soft squeeze. She hissed a little bit and instantly pulled away, holding her hand close to her chest. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, are you okay?” Bucky said rushly. She shook her head. “It... It’s okay, I’m sorry. I should’ve warned you...”

“About what?”, Tony, Clint and Steve said, all at the same time, which made the girl jump slightly. “Guys I found something”, Natasha mentioned, showing a file in her hand. 

“ ‘(Y/N) (Y/L/N), project ‘China Doll’ #666′ ″, the redhead read out loud. “ ‘The test object shows positive reactions to the poison we have injected. Unlike the other 665 girls before her Body seems to handle the poison very well. ‘ “        The room was silent for a few seconds and everyone looked at (Y/N). And her? She just tried to handle the gazes. She wasn’t used to so much unknown people. In addition, no one has been here for several weeks. At least she thought it were weeks. She didn’t know how exactly she survived, but here she was; alive and kicking. Well, as much as she could be in her condition.

“Bruce, we need you here…”,Clint spoke through his com and kept looking at (Y/N). 

‘Zu viele Menschen... Das ist zu viel... [Too much people… That’s too much] ‘, (Y/N) thought and started to tremble again, but this time she had a slight panic attack. Bucky noticed first and carefully laid his arms around her, careful not to press her too hard against him. 

As if someone pulled a lever the fragile woman passed out, her world turning black. 

‘ Project ‘China Doll’ , #666 ‘

Name: (Y/N) (Y/L/N) 

Homeland: Germany 

Experimenting material: Anti-Super-Soldier-Serum

Aftereffects: 

Heals slowly or not at all

Feels pain at the slightest touch

Skin reacts to temperature changes

Mainly internal wounds 

Bone fractures during wrong movements

Sudden internal bleedings due to Tremors / palpitations / too much agitation

Physical consequences: glass bones 

Report:  ‘The test object shows positive reactions to the poison we have injected. Unlike the other 665 girls before her body seems to handle the poison very well. At the exact points the other girls died before, due to their bodies fighting the serum, her body kept accepting the poison, started working with it.

~~~~~~~~~

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A Beautiful Mind Chapter 2 - Tony Stark fanfiction

A Beautiful Mind - Avengers fanfiction | Iron Man / Tony Stark-centric | #1 in the Wretched Adrenaline series

Summary: 'Prodigious clarity conceived', Tony Stark is the most enlightened mind of this existence. Like an elastic band, his mind expands to encompass all knowledge he comes across. Bands snap.

Genres: Drama/Sci-fi

Word Count: 2,200 Chapters: 02/05 Status: Finished prior to publishing

Trigger warnings: Allusion to schizophrenia / mentions and explorations of mental illness + suicide / familial abuse and trauma / mentions of sexual activity.

Sincerest apologies for this late update! I had this posted on ff.net some days ago but this has been a hectic time for me and I forgot to press ‘post’.. I should probably queue these things.. 

Chapter 2: Gods

It had been days now. Thousands of minutes in which he had hidden himself from the world and all interaction, with only the precious indulgence of the most artificial mind- his own creation, and thus the safest option, as Tony innately knew that only he and that which he could completely dictate could be trusted.

Days since Tony had found the courage to face them.

He had suspected when he ventured upstairs- to his own kitchen- that it wouldn't go well, but the need for food had won out. And inevitably he had been humiliated. Perhaps they didn't see it that way. In fact, for all Tony knew, neither Steve nor Vision had picked up on how 'out of it' he had been. But the days taken their toll and his sleep deprivation had culminated in one of those dreaded flashbacks.

At least this time it had not been of Afghanistan.

"JARV, can you copy this template and store it on my private server, please."

His lab was washed in a soft natural lighting, creating a calming atmosphere. Controlled chaos reigned in his most precious space; his modus operandi flowed in a maze of questionable ideas. Each time he was struck with another moment of euphoria, it had to be jotted down by hand and plastered up in a string-board flow chart that coated every surface and space available.

Tony worked like a madman, never entirely still. His hands shook and his eyes wavered. Almost wordlessly he spoke to himself, reciting formulas, theories, and mashing the very fringes of theoretical science together in a corroded version of logic.

"Of course, sir."

He snapped his fingers, twirling around to snatch up another hot cup of liquid energy. $60 a cup. Because he's Tony fucking Stark.

"Sir, the synthesized element is now complete."

Tony let out a shaky breath. "Bring her up, JARV."

His beloved AI did as requested and the newly synthesized component emerged like an infant Jesus, or Simba. The steaming mist rose up, slowly evaporating into the air ducts. The theatrics of it all did nothing but exacerbate his irregular heart beat and warm his hands with nervous perspiration.

"Perfect," he murmured, gingerly plucking it from its perch. His latest attempt at recreating one of the many Chitauri 'elements'. Once he'd come to terms with whatever materials the Hoard consisted of essentially being out-of-this-world, he'd set about making his own. PTSD prevented him- no, reminded him of why space travel is a bad thing- a terrible, most dreaded, and utterly anti-human endeavor- so the safest option he had was to simply create it all.

He'd done more difficult tasks before. Like in caves, with a car battery wired into his chest.

Tony repressed a shiver but was unable to stop the frown which settled upon his face like scar tissue. Even during his most poignant moments, the repressive and plagueish feeling gnawed at him, chewing him to pieces and scattering his sanity like dollar bills from a blimp.

His new element glinted in the soft lighting. Iridescent like a polished pearl, it held his hopes, his fears, and his obsessions.

Snatching up his scanner, he let the holographic wave flow across it before processing the data.

Tony stood quietly with shaking hands, lost in the swirling mist of his coffee.

"The element does not match, sir."

Tony cursed, nearly throwing his cup against the wall. Instead he discarded it behind him, unaware of the blistering liquid splashing his bare feet. In a rare moment of ill-restraint, Tony let out a frustrated scream, sweeping his arm across his desk and sending it's contents scattering across the polished floor. Glass shattered and sprayed him with thin, nearly invisible cuts. His chest heaved, pumping out gutturally anguished grunts.

"Sir?"

"Does any of it match?" Tony screamed into his hands, fisting his hair into painfully tight clumps.

His shaking increased with his shoulders hunching and tensing more as he waited for JARVIS to calculate the difference.

"There is a 52% match rate, sir."

"Fifty-two percent," he enunciated to himself quietly, "It's never enough."

Tony straightened up to stare blankly at the mess covering his lab.

Post-it notes dotted the walls, his tables, and even his cars. He didn't need them. In fact he had only ordered them last week thinking perhaps it would ground him, and remind him of the necessity and fruition of such an ambitious dream. But now it slammed into him with a splitting ache, his eyes scrunching up as a blinding pain coursed down his head. It reminded him of how fucking ruined he was.

"Never fucking enough," he muttered.

Fifty two percent means the elements, the material, whatever the fuck he labelled it- it all boiled down to having the same matter which existed for tangible forms, but beyond that, whatever accumulation of atoms formed the mysterious armours, 'flesh', and weapons of the Hoard simply did not exist as an Earthen configuration, and if Tony dared to press his mind into the darkest corners of his intelligence, he would be forced to consider that potentially, the elements he searched so desperately for were beyond his highest form of science.

Beyond science itself and perhaps into the realm of speculation and, he shuddered, magic. The horror.

Horrible potential. One would believe Tony Stark idolized magic. His own creations all embodied the most human form of magic. Technology so advanced he could craft his suit from the air (seemingly) and power his tower from a self-sufficient source. All ideas that scientists had salivated over, but truly, few had the brains capable of processing such advanced theories.

"JARV," he ground out through gritted teeth, "What does the two-percent signify?"

Another moment of silence while JARVIS considered his readings. "I believe, sir, that the two percent is evidence of a nuclear-bonding between the armours of the Chitauri Hoard, and their 'flesh'."

That means their armour is really an exoskeleton..

Which again meant he was no closer to understanding their technology or their ability to breathe in space.

Tony wanted to cry but he settled for sinking to his knees and gasping for air. Imagining space without his suit.. imagining floating in that awful, endless void..

He couldn't breathe.

Grasping at his throat, his vision swam.

"Sir, you are experiencing an anxiety attack. Code Beta. Sir, you are experiencing an anxiety attack. Code Beta. Sir, you are experiencing an anxiety attack. Code Beta..."

Code Beta.

Tony's self determined code word broke through the haze, allowing him enough time to stagger to his feet and slump towards his coach. Barely mustering the strength to pull his suddenly lead filled body onto the expensive leather, he never heard had a chance to fight he sleep which wormed its way into his deprived and demented brain.

Burning cinders drifted through the air lazily. Such beautiful hues of orange and magenta glowed behind the thick, black smoke. They danced like peacocks of death.

Plumes of the smoke filled the skies and suffocated him, working its way down his throat and filling him with trepidation.

Her voice chanted above the carnage, "Cinis praecepto cadunt acie retro.."

Screaming metal cut through his dazed thoughts and he raised his head, vision blurred by red, to see a ship leaning to left. It groaned ominously, straining against gravity, but inevitably, it lost. The dull silver wings tipped downwards and the ship fell headlong into a spiralling descent.

"In acie retro faciens iter sonitu.."

He tried to cry out in pain but the sound lodged in his throat. His entire body ached like he had been beaten for all eternity. He had to press on. Desperation clawed at him.

A spindly hand shot towards him and tightened around his throat. He thrashed violently before regaining his senses. Lifting his hand to fire a propulsion, the being was swept away in with a loud bang, landing sickeningly against a stone wall.

Everything blurred together as he fought them. There were so many. Everywhere. They swarmed like roaches, never ceasing, never lessening in number despite the culling blows they were dealt. Slate coloured skin, red eyes, and horrible, repulsive green mouths like moss and mold.

Somewhere far from his vision the Hulk let out an almighty roar, shaking the earth he lay on with a bellow deeper than he had ever heard.

"Rumpitur sanguine filiorum tuorum implebo tympana.."

They were losing. Vision hovered above one of their mother-ships surrounded by an unearthly red glow. Another mammoth beast fell from the sky with an almighty crack as lightening touched from the heavens and split it's skull from it's monstrous body.

Agony seared from his chest and as he looked down he nearly passed out. Luminous green shards jutted from his reactor like pins in a doll. They leaked a foul odorous discharge and his reactor sparked, sending blinding spots cascading across his vision.

He sent another energy charge at an approaching Chitauri goon, before commanding JARVIS to launch a rocket at the mother-ship closest to him.

"Sir, your arc reactor does not possess the energy needed to fire the rocket and continue to power your suit."

He forced JARVIS to do it.

The air in his lungs left him like a swift punch and he collapsed in the rubble, unable to breathe or scream or think. JARVIS said something but it didn't compute and he felt a blissful numbness encompass his left side. In the back of his head, he registered a stroke.

"Errorem suum pure et crucifigetis.."

Inhuman shrieks filled the air but it barely registered to him. JARVIS continued to bleat in his ear. All he knew was agony. Unfathomable and unnatural pain.

As his eyes slid shut slowly, the last thing he ever saw were the rising forms of those they had so valiantly tried to slaughter. They stood slowly, heads tipping back to join in the unearthly shrieks, bodies convulsing nauseatingly.

Darkness filled his vision.

Tony woke with a scream.

Silence. Then his ragged breath.

Another fucking night terror. It had been so real. So clear. But it was just a dream.

They were usually quite similar. It always featured the Chitauri. Plenty of death. The Avengers, naturally.

And that haunting voice.

It was so familiar that Tony was sure it belonged to a real person he had met before. But for the life of him he couldn't think of who. And that drove him fucking mad. Despite his near perfect memory, whoever possessed that lilting voice escaped his stranglehold grasp. He eventually concluded the voice manifested as a distorted version of a real persons voice. He then banished it from his mind before it sent him raving mad, and falling over his already precarious balance on the edge of sanity.

Tony had defied nature most nights but the fatigue had gone beyond his previously known limits, and once something as mere as a thought had triggered his fears, the need for rest wormed in like a disease and wouldn't let go.

Drenched in sweat Tony had summoned his latest suit models frantically, despite being barely conscious. Nine feet tall each, separately colour coded, they smashed through the concrete walls hiding them from any potential intruder. Ironically, when he had woken to tall and menacing figures looming above him, he had once again descended into a panic attack.

Sometimes Tony wanted to die. To kill himself. But he couldn't.

If space held such terrible things, then death.. death would be unimaginable.

He would suffer, and suffer happily as only the truly mad can.

The latin translation from Tony's dream;

"Commandment of ashes, fall in line behind your maker, march to the sound of their cries, fill your beating drums with the blood of your broken children and crucify the pure for their aberration."

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