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Why Us? Why Now? Why Ever?

In a post apocalyptic world where walkers took over the living, Era realised that she was different from every one else. Wanting to uncover the reasons to her differences, she embarked on a journey to the West where she met a few Strays,, including a man named Hwang Hyun Jin who, just like her, was cold, hot headed, and full of distrust. She thought they would never get along, but what happens when the two cold hearts start to melt?

STRAY KIDS ZOMBIE AU // WUWNWE MASTERLIST

Chapter 6 ~ “Run Run Run Run..”

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To say I was disgusted was an understatement. His voice echoed in my head, repeating it more than necessary and making my stomach turn into a nervous knot. He spoke to me as if he knew me, the familiarity in his eyes easily noticeable. But I didn’t know who he was. If I had met him in the past I would’ve easily recognised him simply because his face was just too hard to forget.

We carried on with our hunt once the three uninvited guests were out of our sight. Levi and I entered one of the smaller stores, separated from the rest as they explored another store nearby.

“What was that about?” He asked me, looking through a cabinet of medications. The pharmacy store we were in was surprisingly stocked with a decent amount of medical supplies,, including antibiotics and ibuprofen which tend to come in handy.

I shrugged my shoulders as he passed me a box of pills. Stuffing it into my bag, I replied, “I don’t know. I’ve never met him before.”

I’ve only heard stories about the Right Arm from one of my previous camps,, the one who threw me to a hoard of walkers. Horrifying stories that emphasised how inhumane and evil they were. Despite having the number advantage earlier on, I still felt intimidated by the smaller group.

Levi opened his jaw to say something, only for him to shut it when Minho’s shouts from outside startled us.

We raised our brows, confused as to what the commotion was about. Minho was out on the pavement, both his hands in his hair as he glared at the end of the street,, fuming in anger.

I stepped out of the store, following his gaze. He was staring at our army van driving off. All five of us were here, there was no one who could’ve possibly taken it.

“The assholes stole our fucking ride!” Minho cursed, ruffling his hair in frustration.

While Minho explained to the others, my focus remained on the army van which had made a U-turn at the end of the road, driving back in the direction towards us. The thieves were coming back for us...?

All my hope was thrown out of the window when my eyes landed on the same man in the passenger seat. His lips curled into a smirk as his eyes playfully narrowed on me. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion as they drove past us, the sound of the cars motor roaring in my ears. Hawkeye gave me a wave, bidding me goodbye as a rifle peeked out from the back window of a car.

“Get down!”

Before I could react to the repeating cracks of the gun being fired, I was knocked off of my feet and sent crashing into the shelves behind me. I cursed, feeling an ache spread on my lower back as I tried to catch my breath. When I opened my eyes, I met Hyunjin’s brown ones and he immediately dragged me behind the counter, barely avoiding a bullet to my leg.

Shot were being rained upon us, shattering the glass windows of the shop which sent glass shards dropping on us. Hyunjin buried me into his chest, shielding me from the flying shards as I covered my ears, hoping the block the immense volume of the gun shots.

It lasted for a long minute before the sounds of shots were finally silenced. Hyunjin pulled away, sending a short look towards my direction before he jumped out of our hiding. He sprinted back onto the road, holding his gun out as he prepared to shoot. But the army van had already gone too far, leaving us in a shaken and panicked state.

Hyunjin groaned in frustration, watching as the van drove away. Once I had calmed down enough, I straightened myself out, checking on everyone.

“Is everyone okay?” I asked, sighing in relief when I saw Han and Minho emerge from the back of a run down truck with a thumbs up.

“Well, that was fun.” Levi remarked, coming up from behind me. His face had a few, small cuts,, probably from the flying glass shards.

“Hyunjin, you’re bleeding.” Han pointed towards Hyunjin’s side, just below his rib cage, revealing a torn part of his shirt and the patch of red that seeped through it.

“It’s nothing. The bullet just skimmed it.” Hyun Jin replies, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly,

“Their aim was just as bad as Era’s reflexes.”

I bit my lower lip, giving him an apologetic and worried look. He got hurt pushing me out of the way because I was stuck in a trance, unable to react quick enough. But of course, Hyunjin wouldn’t be Hyunjin if he didn’t respond with his classic eye roll.

The multiplied groans of walkers filled our ears, snapping us out of our little conversation. Sounds attracted walkers out of their hiding no matter what time of the day it was. And the gun shots that were fired just minutes before were surely and effectively very loud. If their shots didn’t kill us, then the large hoard of walkers would.

“Run Run Run Run..” Han repeated as our legs took off into a sprint. The walkers snarled, following immediately judging by the thundering footsteps behind us.

Han grabbed my hand, forcing me to match my pace (nananananana na na na nana) with his much faster one and we slipped past the gates into an alley just before Hyunjin and Minho slammed it shut.

The cyclone gates rattled as the walkers rammed against it, slipping their arms through the small holes and clawing at Minho, Han and Hyunjin who tried their best to keep it shut. It wasn’t long until five walkers accumulated into many more, causing the three guys at the gate to struggle holding them back.

The walkers at the gate weren’t our only problem as more appeared from the corner of the alley we were in.

I dodged one with the help of Minho’s warning, driving my dagger through it without any hesitation. Levi did the same, shooting any of the walkers that ran towards us.

The guys were straining to keep the gate closed, their shoes dragging along the rough cemented floor. The walkers managed to create a small opening in between the gates, one of their heads popping through and snapping towards Hyunjin.

I raised my gun, panicked. I hadn’t shot a gun in months and Hyunjin’s head was just too close along my aim for my comfort. The walker managed to squeeze half of its body through, flailing its arms around.

Just as it managed to grab Hyunjin’s arm, I pulled the trigger unknowingly, only realising that I had finally taken a shot when I felt my arms buzzing from the recoil. It went directly through its head, causing the walker to go limp and allowing the three to close the gap.

“You guys have to go! We’ll hold them back for as long as we can!” Hyunjin yelled amidst the chaotic moans and screeches of the walkers.

My eyes widened, “Are you crazy? Hell no! That’s insane!” I exclaimed back, shooting another shot just beside Minho’s face as a walker’s teeth came into view.

“Now’s not the time to be nice, Era! Clear the way for us and fucking go! We’ll be right behind you!”

My jaw dropped, finding his idea unbelievable. We had a better chance fighting the walkers as five than three. My eyes met with Han’s and I was reminded of his promise. How they’ll protect me. How they’ll put their lives before others. This was what he meant, and I was just not used to it. Han broke our eye contact as he turned to Levi, “Take her with you. We’ll follow after.”

Levi nodded, grabbing my arm as he began pulling me with him. I stared at the three guys apologetically, shooting one last shot at the gate before Levi and I took off running deeper into the alley.

We did as we were told, shooting any walker that came along our way to make sure that the guys we left behind would have a clear path to run into. Once they let go of the gates, they would have no time to deal with other walkers in their path because they had a whole lot of other hungry corpses running after them.

I didn’t look back, making sure I didn’t lose sight of Levi and also because I didn’t want to see a deserted alley without the three we had just left behind for our own sakes.

Like I said, this world made you selfish.

So unbelievably selfish.

Just as we thought we cleared the path enough, Levi turned at a corner, immediately sliding into a stop with the sound of his shoes dragging onto the floor.

“Holyy Shit—“

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With her distorted vision, she was able to make out the form of Master Hawkeye standing from his chair. The creak of the floorboards beneath him signaled that he was getting closer. Even as tired as she was, she could feel her heart rate pick up at his proximity.

This was not good.

This was not good.A set of Genderbend AU Royai One Shots

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A/N: I'm so sorry for the late update everyone. I'm Marketing Director for a company that has two separate locations and the coronavirus has been testing us recently. I'm about to start writing more oneshots that take place within the fma canon - however, there were some aspects of the story I want to build up first.

Please let me know what you think and if you're still reading! It's always nice to see how many of you are actually enjoying this fanfic!

Augenblick, East Area – Fall of 1903

As the leaves and fields turned golden, Raina settled into country life alongside her teacher and his son. The life she led in Augenblick was far different from the one she led in Central – however, her natural determination and hunger for knowledge was enough to have her adapting to the ways that had once seemed somewhat beneath her.

Master Hawkeye ran a tight operation on his "estate" – despite the fact, that it only housed three occupants.

Breakfast was had at six sharp and anyone who did not show up to the table within the given timeframe would end up having to go hungry until lunch. Raina's lessons would start at seven with Master Hawkeye typically giving her literature to read over while he prattled on with his own work. The two rarely spoke in the early hours of the morning.

From the little snippets, she had gotten from him in regards to his research, she knew he was attempting to create a new subset of alchemy. According to him, this alchemy would be used to help a great number of people and would be the most powerful alchemy of all. Beyond that, he would tell her nothing. Sometimes she wondered if he was truthfully creating anything at all. He seemed much too detached from reality to be able to focus on something for so long and so hard.

He had his moments of clarity, though.

Raina would be reading the literature she had been provided with, when suddenly the man would turn in his chair and fix her with his beady stare. His stringy, blonde hair paired with his beaklike nose bore a striking resemblance to his namesake. Once his eyes were fixed on her, she knew what time it was.

His quizzing was often brutal. He asked her the most obscure questions that could be drawn from the text. Until she produced the exact answer he desired, he would force her to reread the paragraphs again, refusing to let her lessons continue any further until he was satisfied. Most days, Raina found herself staring at two pages for the majority of her waking hours, trying her hardest to memorize what was written to produce the most optimal answer. It was exhausting.

Even when lunch would roll around, Master Hawkeye would not allow her to break. His son would bring their meals to the study – Master's usually going relatively untouched as he continued on with his own tasks – and force her to eat and study while remaining in his presence. By this point, the young girl's dark eyes would be starting to droop – however, she refused to fold. She was going to show him that she was a worthy apprentice for him to pass on his research to.

The afternoon was spent in a style much like the morning. While Master Hawkeye would work on his own, only pausing to quiz her, Raina would continue her own independent reading. The only difference in the afternoons was that she was finally allowed to start working with transmutation circles. This was her favorite time of the day since she got to apply the knowledge she was studying to actual, physical alchemy. While Master Hawkeye never smiled and hardly ever gave her a word of encouragement, she could tell that he was relatively impressed by the ease in which she applied the knowledge.

The only strange break in her day that seemed to occur like clockwork was around three in the afternoon. Master Hawkeye would turn in his chair and give her a look, one that clearly asked her to remove herself from his presence. At this time, she would pick up her books and vacate the room completely, taking her notes with her.

Much like his father, Raina discovered that Ray Hawkeye operated on a similar schedule every day as well. What he did while she was in his father's study, she could never be sure – however, she had a feeling he tended to the gardens that lay in the back of the property if his sweaty appearance was any indication of what he had been doing. Raina found this action strange, since the front gardens looked so abysmal, but once when she had gotten the courage to ask why the back gardens had been so well maintained, the man had frozen up and hadn't spoken to her for the rest of the night afterwards.

Such a response wasn't completely unusual, though. Raina had found that it was difficult to hold much of a conversation with the very stoic, very guarded young Mr. Hawkeye. She had tried to be his friend, but it was becoming more and more clear that he was not too interested in striking up a friendship with a slip of a fourteen-year-old girl.

The only time he bothered to pay any attention to her, beyond mealtime, was when he allowed her to accompany him on his hunting trips. They very rarely spoke – however, he didn't act like her presence was much of a nuisance and she truly enjoyed the opportunity to escape the house, even if it was just for a moment.

Master Hawkeye's dismissal would only last for about two hours, before he would be calling her back in again. Usually, upon her entrance, he would immediately produce a piece of paper and ask for her to regurgitate word-for-word a certain paragraph from the book, just to be sure she had actually done the reading he had asked her to do during her "break". Much like when she was verbally quizzed, she would be asked to study further if her answers didn't match what the text said.

She would continue this way until dinnertime, when she would finally be excused for good from the room and would go to join the younger Hawkeye in the kitchen. Her mentor would never follow her, preferring to take his meal in his study where he could continue his work.

After a quiet dinner with her teacher's son, she would typically go to her room to study the passages Master Hawkeye had given her for overnight work. She tried to ignore the unsettling feeling that would nestle its way in her belly as she watched Ray enter his father's study with a plate in hand, the steely look in his eyes evidence of both fear and resignation. Even when she stayed up half the night, she could hardly ever remember the door closing to signal him exiting the study. What went on in there after she had retired for the night, she would probably never know, and in the end, it wasn't really her business anyway.

That didn't keep her heart from racing though every time she watched it happen.

Tonight, however, seemed to be playing out a bit differently.

She had finished her dinner when Master Hawkeye had called her back into his study, something that only happened on a rare occasion. Usually it was to assign her more work or to change the topic of the next day's lesson – but he surprised her by gesturing for her to close the door and sit on the couch behind him.

She was hesitant, but chose to listen to her teacher.

Once she was seated, the man allowed the silence to fill the room for an uncomfortable set of minutes. The only sound produced between the two was that of the fire crackling in the small study's hearth. Raina busied herself by straightening out her simple brown skirt, the nervous sweat that had broken out across her hands, sinking gratefully into the fabric.

This was unusual behavior even for the very eccentric Master Hawkeye.

"Would you like a drink, Miss Mustang?"

Those words were amongst the last she thought she would hear when she had been brought into his office. It was enough to make her pause for a moment, shock written across her features.

She knew that Master Hawkeye was a terrible drunk. Even throughout the day, he would sit at his desk and nurse a glass of whiskey. There were some days when he wouldn't even bother with a glass at all, preferring to drink straight from the bottle. The man seemed to have an endless supply of alcohol stocked up.

Growing up in a bar, this wasn't unusual behavior for her to behold. Raina had seen more than her fair share of drunken men in her time with Madam Christmas. The only thing that concerned her about Master Hawkeye's obsession with drink was the possibility of hidden violent tendencies. She had seen the bruises on her housemate and it wasn't terribly hard to figure out where they had come from.

These thoughts were enough to keep her hesitant in partaking in her own mentor's seemingly favorite pastime. Master Hawkeye though, did not seem ready to take no for an answer.

"Well?" The man asked, his hand shaking as he held up a half full glass towards her as an offering. His expression was hard to read – much like it always was – but she could see the curiosity buried beneath his nonchalant façade. He was testing her.

Raina was not one to back down from a challenge – ever. When she was sent to study under the older Hawkeye, she had promised herself that by the time she had finished her studies, the man would see her as a lady and a worthy successor. There was no worse insult that you could give her than to refer to her as a "child." It seemed her teacher had picked up on that.

Careful to keep her expression blank, Raina reached out for the glass. Somehow, she was able to keep her hand from shaking as she accepted it. Master Hawkeye did not seem surprised by her actions – almost as though he had known she would take the bait. It was moments like these when she remembered just how intelligent the seemingly detached older man was.

The two sat in silence as they sipped the fiery liquid. Raina fought to keep a choke back as the warm alcohol coated her throat and burned her esophagus. Certainly, she had snuck some sips here and there when in the company of her sisters, but nothing they gave her was quite as strong as the drink Master Hawkeye seemed to favor.

The man finished his glass before slamming it back on his desk, causing his inkwell and pen to jump. It took every ounce of strength she had in her for Raina to keep from jumping herself.

"So…." Master Hawkeye began in that low, gravelly tone of his. Dark, beady eyes watched her carefully as he phrased his next question. "How have you enjoyed your studies?"

Raina was surprised by his casual demeanor. He never spoke to her so conversationally. In fact, she was pretty sure that beyond her initial introduction to the man, she hadn't spoken more than ten words to him about anything other than the things she was learning.

In her shock, she gulped her drink down hurriedly, trying to put off answering his rather out-of-the-blue question. She had been studying under him for near 4 months now, so why was he asking her this all of a sudden?

Noticing her drink was empty, Master Hawkeye gestured for her to hold her drink out so he could refill it. With a slight buzz already coursing through her veins, the girl accepted.

She took a careful sip before finally answering his question.

"I came here to learn, sir." She formed the words slowly, trying to keep the man from sensing any hesitancy in her statement. She cleared her throat before continuing "I have learned quite a bit so far and feel like I have made some progress in my alchemical studies."

Master Hawkeye raised a blonde brow at her words. "So, you have been satisfied with my teaching?"

"Yes, sir." Raina answered, thoroughly confused by his inquiry. She tried to think back to what she could have done earlier that day that would have led to such a conversation, but her mind was drawing a blank. She took another sip of whiskey, allowing the liquid to burn her throat. "I hope I have given you no indication of being dissatisfied with it, Master Hawkeye."

The man sat back in his chair, taking a long drag from his own glass.

"No, not at all." He answered truthfully, his eyes moving from her to follow the movements of the contents that lay in the glass in his hand. He twirled the cup around and watched as the golden liquid sloshed against its sides. His gaze was pensive, narrowed as he took in the sight. "I was just curious."

Raina took another drink from her own glass, fighting back the urge to ask what had brought on such a wave of curiosity. Master Hawkeye was certainly eccentric in his own way and she had learned early on that it was better not to question his actions – especially if the bruises on his son's body were any indication.

Another wave of silence settled over the room as the fire crackled on. From beyond the lone glass window of the study, Raina could hear the call of an owl deep in the forest as the moon rose higher in the sky. She was usually finishing up her studying by now and readying herself for bed. At this rate, she wasn't going to be able to wake up in time to start her studies in the morning.

However, she knew not to rush her teacher. If he wanted her presence there, she was going to stay. She also wanted to figure out what his look earlier had meant – the one that was so full of a challenge as though he were trying to size her up. Surely, there had to be something more to that.

Just like the good competitor she was – Raina continued to drink, matching her mentor's own intake. Rather than cautioning her and reminding her of her age, Master Hawkeye continued to fill her glass, watching as she tossed the contents back.

It wasn't until she was halfway through her fourth glass that he finally asked the question she was assuming he had been wanting to ask.

"How did your aunt find out about me?"

Raina paused at the question, setting her glass down on the small table that lay near the hearth. By this time, her buzz had turned into a full-on drunken stupor and she could tell her mind was running a bit slower than usual. That didn't stop her from answering his question, though.

"I read your work." Even to her own ears, she could tell the words were slurred. By this time, it was a struggle to even keep her eyes focused on the man that sat in front of her, especially in the swaying light coming from the flames that danced in the fireplace. "My aunt had a contact who suggested you to her."

"What kind of contact?" He pried further, taking a sip of his drink.

"A military man."

Through the haze of the alcohol, she could see her teacher's features darken with those words. She should have known that would anger him. He hated the military.

"What was his name?"

"I have no idea." Even with a slur, her words were honest. By now, she was slumped somewhat lazily on the arm of the couch – a position she would have never allowed her teacher to see her in had she been in her right mind. She couldn't help it though; her limbs were so heavy and even the act of talking was becoming exhausting. "She didn't tell me."

Though her teacher could see she wasn't lying, it didn't stop displeasure from leaking into his tone.

"Military men are good for nothing slobs. All they have the desire to do is climb the ranks until they can't anymore – and for what reason? To bed a few more girls and conquer a couple more quadrants? It's disgusting." The man took one last drink from his glass before slamming it down on the table in his frustration. This time, Raina did jump.

If she had been sober, the young girl would have probably found herself offended at an older man speaking of such vulgar things in front of her, but as it was, she was too far gone to care. However, his words did spark her own curiosity.

"But State Alchemists – "

" – are also good for nothings who sold their souls to the State." The man's tone brook no room for argument. His hands shook with anger as he gripped the arms of his chair. "The only difference between them and soldiers is that they have the ability to kill more and faster when used in war."

"That's not all they – " Raina tried to reason, but Master Hawkeye's dark eyes had her clamping her mouth shut. She was in no state to argue anyways.

"They are dogs of the military, Miss Mustang." Master Hawkeye's tone was lethal. Just the sound of it had the hairs on the young girl's arms standing on end. "That's all they will ever be and all that they will ever be good for."

She would have responded, but she found that she couldn't. In the past few minutes, the spinning of the room had grown to an unbearable point. She was having trouble even holding her head up.

In fact, she was pretty sure her cheek was pressing firmly against the arm of the couch now. She couldn't remember ever slouching down far enough to end up in a half laid out position. At least her feet were still planted on the ground, keeping her skirt from lifting up to her knees.

Or at least she thought they were? She was having a bit of trouble figuring out which of her limbs were doing what since they felt so damn heavy.

While her vision had simply been haze-y before, it was now blurred to an uncomfortable level. Even the dim light in the room coming from the fireplace and single lamp were causing her discomfort. Everything was too bright.

She should have known better than to drink so much. How much had she had? Three? Maybe four drinks? Or was it five?

She truly couldn't remember.

This was not good.

Before he could make it to the couch where she sat, Raina heard through the whooshing in her ears, the sound of the door being swung open with unimaginable force. If she hadn't been so tired, she might have even jumped at the sudden noise.

"That's enough, father."

Raina recognized the voice of young . While the roaring in her ears was loud, she could tell even with the alcohol coursing through her veins that his words were said in a tone that was trembling with anger.

She had never seen him act so stern with his father before. Most of the time he acted rather fearful of the man. He must have been pretty mad to speak to him in such a way, especially in front of her.

With blurred vision, she watched as the younger man entered the room, stepping between the couch and his father. From her position resting on the arm, Raina got a view of the young man's back, his broad shoulders stretching out much farther than his father's own bone-y ones. It really was surprising that such a fit young man could ever be fearful of such a frail old man.

But she knew that if the bruises he usually tried to hide were any indication, then Master Hawkeye was not the weakling he seemed to be. There must be some kind of rage built up within him that gave him the ability to pack punches that could hit that hard.

Though drunk, Raina was scared that the two men in front of her might start throwing punches while she lay out of commission. She wasn't sure she would be able to find the strength to push herself off the couch if the opportunity arose, so she stuck with having a coughing fit in an attempt to remind her houseguests that she was still there.

The sound seemed to break the tension between the two men.

"Consider it a lesson." Master Hawkeye spoke lowly, anger bubbling just beneath the surface at the audacity of his son to speak to him in such a way. With his hands planted firmly on his hips, the man leaned in closer to the younger one, making sure that he heard every word. "She needs to learn not to overindulge."

"You know that's not what you were trying to do." Surprisingly, even in the face of his father's threatening demeanor, Ray would not back down. He stood – unmoving – in front of the young girl on the couch, forming a human shield to keep her away from the old alchemist. "I would suggest you stop before you do something you'll come to regret."

The two men stared menacingly at each other. The only thing that broke their gaze was another coughing fit coming from the third body in the room. This time, Raina didn't even need to force the cough forward. She was beginning to feel nauseous and felt as though the room was spinning. All she wanted to do was sleep.

Noticing her pallor, Ray turned to face her and crouched beside her head, ignoring his father who still stood behind him.

"Miss Mustang?" He called out, but Raina felt as though her lips had been sewn shut. The heaviness she had been feeling in her limbs had now travelled to every part of her body. Even the effort of forming words at this point was too much. She tried to make eye contact with him, but even her eyelids felt like they were being weighed down. "Can you stand?"

The girl heard what he was asking, but it took her a moment to make sense of the words. Even after she had put everything together, her lips wouldn't move to answer his question.

Ray waited a moment before acting. Even with blurred vision, Raina registered the feeling of a strong pair of arms lifting her from the couch. She fought back the urge to vomit as she was held tightly against her housemate's broad chest. If the situation had been any different, she would have been flushed from being in such close proximity to the young man. However, as it was, she was flushed for a completely different reason.

Ignoring his father's deadly look, Ray carefully carried the young girl out of the room.

It took every ounce of strength in Raina's body to keep herself from puking all over the man as he walked up the staircase at a snail's pace. She appreciated his effort to be gentle with her, but even the gentle sway of his steps was sending her head into a tailspin. All she could do was breathe deeply and count down the seconds until they made it to her room.

Before she knew it, she heard a door being creaked open. Just a few more steps and she was being placed down on the soft woolen blanket of her bed. Grateful for the return to a solid surface, the girl curled up on her side and brought her knees to her stomach, willing the world to stop spinning long enough for her to draw the strength to give her housemate a word of thanks.

However, her lips still felt too heavy to move.

She could feel sleep claiming her as she continued to struggle against the seemingly never-ending spinning that plagued her head. Before falling unconscious, she heard a soft thud and sigh coming from the other side of the room.

With sleep claiming her, the last thought she had was that she had never heard her housemate leave the room.

A few hours later, Raina awoke to the world still spinning. Though her vision was clear and she could just make out the moon shining through the lone window of her room, it did nothing to help the visual distortions that remained from the alcohol.

Oh, she was going to hurl.

Without warning, she bolted up into a sitting position, the urge too hard to fight. Right before she opened her mouth – resolute on expelling the toxins from her body and dealing with the embarrassment of the situation later – a bucket was placed under her chin. Too nauseous to care where it had come from, Raina allowed nature to take over.

The alcohol tasted even worse on its second trip up her throat. A slight burning in her nose signaled that some of it had probably come out that way, too. It could have been minutes or it could have been hours, that she sat there with her head in the bucket. The ill feeling that currently plagued her seemed like it was never going to end.

Even after she had rid herself of the contents of her stomach, she couldn't bring herself to stop dry heaving. In the distance, she could hear someone releasing choked sobs, it took her a moment to realize that those were coming from her.

It also took her a moment to realize that she soft pressure that lay on her back was a hand.

She wanted to recoil from the touch, her skin slick with sweat and dampening the fabric of both her button down and skirt – however, a face in her peripheral caused her to pause. It wasn't Master Hawkeye like she had thought. Even through the tears that had gathered in her eyes, she could just make out the face of Ray Hawkeye.

His blonde hair was just as it had been earlier and he still wore his usual cotton shirt and slacks, signaling that he had never turned in for the night. If she looked behind him, she would have noticed a blanket sitting by the door, telltale evidence that he had remained by her side after putting her to bed.

He had even thought to grab a bucket, knowing exactly where the night was going to lead.

After several minutes of dry heaving, Raina finally felt as though she had regained her composure. She was somewhat worried about her hair, knowing that when she leaned forward, it usually got in her way – but Ray's other rough hand had gathered it behind her back and was holding it away from the bucket. She was so grateful for his actions that she almost cried.

She hated crying, though and willed herself to keep from weeping any longer. She was already embarrassed by the tears she had allowed to escape during her moment of weakness.

Seeing that she was feeling a bit better after getting rid of the contents of her stomach, Ray set the bucket down wordlessly beside the bed. His warm hands left her body and reached for the side table. Though the room continued to spin for her, Raina could make out the glint of a glass in the moonlight.

He was passing her a cup of water.

She was still nauseous, but the dry skin of her lips begged for some sort of liquid to dampen the surface. Ray held the glass to her mouth and she took a careful sip at first to see how her stomach would react. After a few more small sips, she found herself grabbing the glass herself and greedily throwing the water back.

Ray watched as she finished the drink, not leaving a single drop behind.

"Careful," He warned, taking the glass from her grip. He set it down on the table, next to a large pitcher of water. Noticing her longing gaze, he gave her a look of reproach. "You don't want to irritate your stomach."

His voice was gravelly from exhaustion and even in the dim light of the room, she could tell his amber eyes were bloodshot. It was much past his bedtime.

"What time is it?" She heard herself ask, though it sounded more like a whisper than anything. Though she could make out the moon shining through her window, it was too low in the sky for it to still be considered night. It must have been getting closer to dawn. Ray soon proved her theory correct.

"It's four," He remarked, handing her a cloth to wipe her mouth with. She accepted it gratefully. "In two hours, it will be time for breakfast."

Raina groaned at the thought of food, her stomach uneasy just at the mention. At her adverse reaction, Ray fixed her with a warning glare.

"None of that." His hand reached out to retrieve the cloth after she was done, laying it flat on the table beside the now empty glass. "You're going to have to eat something. I have some frozen bacon I'm going to fix since greasy foods are supposed to help with hangovers."

Raina groaned again, this time in embarrassment. "I can't believe I drank enough to get a hangover."

"I can't either." Ray agreed, disapproval littering his tone. At such reproach, Raina could feel herself shrinking back into the pillows of her bed, trying to avoid his gaze. "Hopefully, you've learned your lesson."

Raina wanted to fight against the words of censure. She hated being scolded like a child – however, there was a glint of something in his eyes that gave her pause.

He had been worried.

"Don't drink like that with my father, ever again." It wasn't a suggestion; it was a command. "I'm only telling you this for your own good."

Remembering the look of morbid curiosity in Master Hawkeye's eyes and his movements towards her during her inebriation, Raina could feel herself nodding in agreement.

"Okay."

Ray's shoulders relaxed at her words, having expected a fight from the girl.

"Good." He filled her glass with water once more, before crouching back down and presenting it to her. "Drink a little bit more. Stay awake until I come back."

While she was confused by his words, she did as he said. Grabbing the bucket beside the bed, Ray walked from the room to dump its contents. By the time he got back, she had already finished her second glass of water and was lying back against her pillows, her strength having returned enough for her to situate herself underneath the covers.

Ray placed the bucket beside the bed once more, something she was grateful for.

"Thank you." Her voice was hoarse, but she hoped he could tell her thanks was genuine. Though her memory was fuzzy, she had a feeling that her housemate had saved her from a potentially dangerous situation.

Ray seemed surprised, but nodded nonetheless. "You're welcome."

Raina snuggled into her pillows, trying hard not to turn her head too suddenly. She felt better after vomiting – however, she knew she couldn't get too comfortable. One wrong move and the room would be spinning once more.

After settling, she noticed that Ray had gone to sit by the door, a blanket spread out over his lap.

"Are you going to stay?" The words sprung forth before she could think better of them. Truth be known, she hoped that he would. She felt much safer with him in the room.

"Yes."

The look on his face made it obvious that even if she had wanted to argue, it wouldn't have changed his mind. She could see from the determined look in his eye that he had chosen to be her guard dog for the rest of the night.

Raina turned her back to the young man, desperate to hide the blush that flooded her cheeks.

"Good night, Mr. Mustang."

"Good night, Miss Mustang."

#royai #roy mustang #riza hawkeye #fma #fullmetal alchemist #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #fmab #fma fic #fma fanfic #fma fanfiction #royai fic #royai fanfic #royai fanfiction #my fanfiction

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mrslittletall · 5 years

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Prompt: Burns Fandom: Dark Souls Characters: Dragon Slayer Ornstein, Black Dragon Kalameet, Artorias the Abysswalker, Lord's Blade Ciaran, Hawkeye Gough, Gwyn Lord of Sunlight, Nameless King Word Count: 3.074 AO3-Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15153839/chapters/40855838

Written for @badthingshappenbingo

Summary: Ornstein goes alone to face a certain black dragon but quickly learns that his has been a bad idea.

When Ornstein heard of the black dragon terrorizing this innocent town, he was sure he could take on the beast by himself.

He had already proven his worth on many battlefields and was proud to say that he had managed to slay at least a dozen dragons with his own hands. He had been granted the position as one of Gwyn's knights, even had been appointed their leader and his master had granted him a very special weapon, so perfect for dragon hunting that it deserved the name it had been given, the dragon slayer spear.

So he walked up to the black menace just casually lying there, chest swelled with confidence, casually holding his spear in both hands, when he said: “Black Dragon Kalameet, I am Ornstein, the dragon slayer and I have come to take your life.”

The dragon just lazily turned around, eyeing Ornstein. “You seem to be awful full of yourself.”, he said. “When you have the guts to even introduce you to myself instead of trying a surprise attack.”

“You should at least know the name of the man who will become your doom.”, Ornstein said, readying his spear in a battle stance.

Ornstein heard the dragon chuckle. “My doom? Let's see if you will say this again after I am finished with you!”

Ornstein had prepared himself for the opening attack and easily dodged the fire breath, that the dragon had prepared with his last words. It was time for the dance on the battlefield. He dodged a tail swing with ease. Made sure to dive below the dragon when it was breathing fire. Jumped out of the way when it tried to crush him with his massive body. Jumped over it when it charged at him. Even though one thing was weird... the dragon didn't even use any aerial attacks. Hah, seemed like he apparently wasn't the one being full of himself. Ornstein spotted his chance to attack, when the dragon stood up on his hind legs, surely preparing another breath of fire.

Ornstein prepared the lightning powers of his spear, bend his keens and closed the distance to the beast with a dash, spear ready to be thrust into the now unprotected stomach of the dragon before its fire breath would even have a chance to hit him.

But shortly before his spear could connect with the dragon, Ornstein felt like his body was forced into the air and an awful noise rang in his ear. What was that? Why wasn't he able to move at all? The dragon slayer struggled and cursed but the invisible grip on him was too tight. Eventually the grip on his body lifted, but it felt like a very heavy punch to the guts and the next thing Ornstein knew was, that he had been hurled at the ground, a sharp pain traveled through his whole body but concentrated especially around his right ankle. Ornstein knew how it felt to be hurled at the ground and this had been extreme, the pain was far too intense. He gasped, struggling to get up. And Ornstein knew, he had to get up, there was a dragon behind him, a dragon that would not have second thoughts to just squish him and what had he been thinking, taking on this beast alone without any backup? He needed to get on his feet, now!

He finally managed to come to his feet with the help of his spear that he used to prop himself up when he felt the heat. He jumped to the side as quickly as he could, heavily wincing when his injured foot got jostled in the process... and then he felt the pain surging through the left side of his body. He was so surprised by the sensation that he didn't even scream, it was more a feeling of disbelief. He just connected with the ground, clutching his spear, his mind screaming at his body to just get up. Or he would be done for. He shouldn't have come, this was too much for him, why did he get so cocky for having slain a dozen dragons? He looked up to see the dragon preparing a finishing attack. “Was that all, dragon slayer?”, the dragon said and Ornstein closed his eyes awaiting the inevitable impact.

The buzzing of an arrow and the screech of a wounded dragon was heard and the next thing Ornstein noticed after he opened his eyes was Artorias at his side. “Ornstein, are you alright? What were you thinking?”, the wolf knight screamed at him.

“Clearly his status got to big for his own boots.”, Ciaran said, her daggers ready.

“Hmph.. fighting all of you would be too troublesome...”, Ornstein heard the dragon say and the sound of blazing fire followed.

“Careful, it will breathe fire.”, Ornstein brought out, gasping. He was in so much pain that his boy refused to move. Ornstein felt how Artorias pretty much hurled him to the side and used his shield to block him from the leftover flames.

“Gough, it is getting away.”, Ciaran shouted and the giant laid another arrow on his bow, but.... “It's no use, it blew up so much dust and with the leftover smoke... I can't make it out.”, Gough said and lowered his bow. “Also I feel we wouldn't continue the fight when one of us is hurt.”, he added.

With the dragon gone, Ornstein finally could allowed himself to relax and pretty much collapsed on the ground, gasping and wincing in pain as his injury got jostled by it. Lying there he could see how his three companions stared at him. And it wasn't in a good way, even with their masks and helmets on, he could feel the growing rage of them behind it. He tried to sit up but failed because of the pain.

Artorias was the first to speak: “Ornstein, have you gone mad? Going after this beast alone? What would happened if we hadn't tracked you down?”

Ornstein locked eyes with Artorias and felt a pang in his stomach by the sheer look of disappointment in his friend's face.

“...sorry.”, was the only thing he got out.

“Yes, you messed up. You could have at least left a note.”, Ciaran said. ”It was pure luck that some of the silver knights got wind of your plans and had an assumption where you went.”

“Even though I doubt the dragon will come back, I will keep guard.”, Gough said. “I got a good shot right through his wing. But Ornstein...”, the giant addressed the younger knight. “And you are hurt too, Ornstein, but it could have been prevented. This pain was your own fault.”

Ornstein started shivering. Now that the heat of the battle was over and the adrenaline rush was over, the pain kicked in and he started to grasp the severity of the situation. How close had been to losing his life in this battle and that in this few seconds before Gough's arrow hit he just had accepted it as his fate.

“By the lords, what was I thinking?”, he murmured to himself as Artorias helped him sitting up.

“Clearly not straight.”, the wolf knight said and helped Ornstein out of his armour. Ornstein was greeted with the stinging smell of scorched flesh. He forced himself to look at his left shoulder and winced. The burn was bad, really really bad. “Oh dear... anyone having some ointment with them?”, Artorias asked in the round. Ciaran had already prepared some bandages.

“Normally we are close enough to the healer tents, so we don't need any ointments on the battlefield.”, Ciaran said. “And we barely had time to pack. At least I brought some bandages. Do you have something with you, Ornstein?”

Ornstein shook his head. “No, I didn't take anything, cause I was so sure, that...” His words stopped there. He had been so sure that he could win. He had been so confident about himself that he didn't even thought about taking some first aid with him.

“Let us at least bandage the burns so that they won't get infected.”, Ciaran murmured. As she got to work, Ornstein hissed and groaned at the pain.

“Ciaran, be careful, it hurts...”, he complained. “Can't you be a bit more gentle?”

“I am already as gentle as I can be?”, Ciaran asked. “Also, this surely isn't your first burn wound. Since when are you such a crybaby about it?”

“I don't know, it just... it hurts a lot more than usual...”, Ornstein said. A part of him noticed that he had taken Artorias hand and squeezed it very hard, but the wolf knight just had stayed quiet at his side, not complaining once. Gough still scanned the sky for any signs of the dragon returning.

When Ciaran had finished bandading the wound, she said: “That should suffice until we have arrived at the infirmary. Artorias, you better help him get up.”

Ornstein gladly accepted the help of Artorias and managed to stand up, but gasped and winced once his right foot hit the ground. “Crap, I think I broke my ankle...”, he said and sank back to the ground.

“This is bothersome...”, Ciaran said. “Gough, let me keep guard for a while, we are needing a splint. Broken ankle.”, she said, pointing at Ornstein's foot.

“I am getting to work right away.”, the giant said and scanned the ground for a fitting piece of wood. In the meantime, Artorias opened Ornstein's leggings and took a look at the foot.

“It isn't twisted, but pretty swollen.”, he said.

“It certainly hurts like a break.”, Ornstein said, gasping from the pain. He started to feel dizzy and soon after he was engulfed by darkness. When he awoke, he was carried by the giant arms of Gough and they already had arrived back in Anor Londo.

“Oh, Ornstein, you are awake? How are you feeling?”, Gough asked him in his gentle voice.

Ornstein felt blood rush into his face. “Gough, thanks for carrying me, but please let me down, I don't want the silver knights to see me like this.”, he said, completely ignoring his companion's question.

“Are you sure you are able to walk on your own?”, Gough asked.

“I'll help him.”, Artorias joined the conversation. Gough gently lowered Ornstein, who made sure to not strain his right foot too much and accepted the help of Artorias, who was at his right side in an instant. Ornstein's foot had been splinted and bandaged in the meantime, cause he could step on it without too many trouble.

“Where is Ciaran?”, Ornstein asked as the trio was walking through the entrance of the cathedral.

“She already went to the infirmary to get everything prepared for your treatment.”, Artorias explained. Ornstein shuddered. The wound clearly needed to be cleaned and he knew how much it hurt to clean out a burn wound. And this particular wound was hurting twice as much as usual. Ornstein wondered if the massive pain just came from the enormous size of the wound. The strange attack the black dragon had surprised him with still was ringing in his ears.

Ornstein had managed not to scream when the flames had burned him, but now that he was lying on the bed at the infirmary, the physician busy with cleaning his wound, he couldn't help but scream, muffled from the cloth they had given him to bite on. The pain was too much, so that his body had started to rebel against the treatment and Ornstein could feel how Artorias did his best to hold him down.

“Stop, I don't think I can hold him down anymore.”, Artorias shouted out. The physician stopped and Ornstein relaxed, which meant that he was shivering and breathing heavily. Artorias face appeared before his eyes: “Ornstein, this isn't your first burn treatment. Please try and get a hold of yourself, you know the wound needs to be cleaned.”

“I...I know...”, Ornstein stuttered. “It... it.. just.. h-hurts so much...”

A familiar hand touched Ornstein's shoulder. “What have you brought yourself into, Ornstein? That wound looks really bad.”, the master said.

“Master, it's...”, Ornstein started, but got hushed by the master.

“Ciaran has already told me. We talk about this later. For now we should make sure that you get proper treatment. It is a shame that Gwynevere isn't here right now. Artorias, do you need a hand?”

Ornstein lowered his head, he had disappointed the master. The way he had talked to him, it had hurt. More than the wound. Whatever, for now Ornstein couldn't worry about the talk that would await him. He closed his eyes, bit on the cloth and braced himself for the continuation of the wound cleaning. At least feeling the master's hands on his body was a welcome distraction.

Some time later Ornstein's body and left shoulder was covered in ointment soaked bandages. The ankle had turned out to not be broken at last, instead it was sprained. Ornstein wondered why it had hurt so much then, it didn't feel normal that his body was in so much pain. He wondered if the dragon had managed to curse him somehow. His mind wandered back to that attack that had stopped him in midair, he didn't had any control over his body at all when hit with it, it felt like he was forced to move against his own will. If the dragon really had cursed him and this was the reason for his bad pain, Ornstein wondered if that would subdue eventually or would he had to face to live with an increased experience of pain his whole life. His thoughts got interrupted by the voice of the physician.

“Sir Ornstein, Lord Gwyn wants to talk with you.”, she said.

Ornstein shot up, muffling a curse under his breath when it jostled his injuries. Lord Gwyn strode through the door with wide steps, stopping in front of Ornstein's bed, eyes burning. Ornstein bowed to him, as good as he could manage, sitting in his nightshirt on the bed.

“Ornstein, you know why I am here.”, Lord Gwyn started. It wasn't even a question.

“...I am sorry...”, Ornstein said, when Lord Gwyn started to let loose a tirade.

“What were you thinking? Challenging this dragon on your own? You should know your skills and your place, knight! Just leaving without saying anything to me or my son! Just leaving without even asking our permission! Not even taking any of your companions or a single silver knight with you! Completely violation your position! Ornstein, I am very disappointed in you! Be assured, that I won't allow you to face this specific dragon ever again. I prohibit it!”

Ornstein had cowered in on himself during the rant of his lord, but raised his head at the last bit.

“But, mylord... you can't be serious...”, he started, but got silenced quickly by the hissing of the lord: “This has been my last word on it. Think about what you have done!”

Lord Gwyn left the room and slammed the door. Ornstein winced at the sound and then flopped into the pillows, wincing again when his injuries protested at the impact. His chest and throat were burning and he could feel tears dwelling up in his eyes.

“Stupid, you won't start to cry over this.”, he murmured to himself. “It was your fault after all...”

The door opened again and Ornstein raised his head, quickly wiping the tears away, when he noticed his master stepping in the room, sitting down on the bed.

“Master, I messed up...”, Ornstein said.

“Yes, you did.”, the master nonchalantly said. Ornstein's jaw nearly dropped, he hadn't expected the master to just agree so bluntly to it. He sighed and buried his head into his pillow.

“Master, that doesn't help.”, he said with a muffled voice.

“You feel guilty, right?”, the master said. “And it is justified. Ornstein, I have heard the tirade of my father and he is right. And you know that. You have been cocky and tried to face a challenge that went over your head. But you know what is good? That you know that you did wrong and I am sure you will better yourself, right? At least I want to have a knight I can be proud of and I fully trust you to be that knight.”

“Master...”, Ornstein just said, sniffling and then fully blow started to cry in his chest, cry out all the pain, the guilt, the feel that he disappointed everyone around him. The master didn't say anything, just rubbed gentles circles in his back, making sure that he didn't upset the wound. When Ornstein's crying fit was over, he realized what he had done and jerked back from the master's chest as if he had burned himself. Again.

“Are you feeling better now?”, the master asked and Ornstein swore that he saw a hue of red on his cheeks. His own face felt like it was flushing red.

“Master, I am so sorry, I didn't want to...”, he said.

“It's fine.”, the master said. “You are allowed to cry out your feelings, you know? Just promise me one thing.”

Ornstein raised his head, looking the master in the eyes, but slightly averting his gaze so that he could avoid his look.

“What is is, master?”, he wanted to know.

“Promise me to never bring yourself in so much danger EVER again.”, the master said. “I could have lost you and that thought... it has been scary. I consider you a dear friend, Ornstein, and I don't want to lose you because of some delusion of grandeur.”

Ornstein thought that his tears had dried, but now they welled up in his eyes again. The master didn't know about the feelings Ornstein had for him, how much he wanted to hear these words, that he actually meant something to him. He quickly wiped the fresh tears of his eyes and said:

“Thank you, master, that you are saying this means so much to me. I will promise you that I will never do something foolish like this again.”

(Author's note: And here we have the reason why Ornstein hates Kalameet so much and where the burn scar on his left side and shoulder comes from.)

#badthingshappenbingo #burns #dark souls #dragon slayer ornstein #black dragon kalameet #artorias the abysswalker #lord's blade ciaran #hawkeye gough #gwyn lord of sunlight #nameless king #littlewritesstuff #a very big headcanon of mine

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randomfandomimagine · 7 years

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In Another Dimension (Supernatural/Avengers Imagine)

Character: None

Fandoms: Supernatural & Avengers

Categories: Reader Insert, Female!Reader, Winchester!Reader, Daughter!Reader

Title: In Another Dimension

Requested by @ajlly:

Something along the lines of where reader is deans teenage daughter and she gets teleported to the avengers tower somehow and she fangirls cause she knows them from the comics but when she starts to get homesick maybe tony shows her all his old cars and let's her fix them up a bit

Another wonderful and fun day, sitting in the couch and eating snacks while watching TV. Meanwhile, dad and uncle Sam were out there, hunting as usual and risking their lives like they did every day. Just delightful.

I let out a grumpy sigh and ate more popcorn, picking up the comic that lied down next to me. The superheroes were lately the only thing that kept me grounded and motivated to go through the same routine every day while I tried not to worry for my family’s wellbeing.

Every day could be the last. Every day I could wait and wait for them to get back and nothing would happen because they wouldn’t.

Every day I wondered if the door would open to reveal a bruised and exhausted Sam and Dean. Luckily, it had always opened so far.

Angrily, I kicked the weird gizmo that they had brought from a hunt. I had no idea what it could be. It fell to the ground, rolling around further away from me.

A bright light suddenly emerged from it, making me look up from my comic book.

As I watched it intently, the flash of light became dimmer until it completely disappeared. I rolled my eyes, thinking it was yet another useless supernatural or magic thing that had no use other than a paper weight.

I set my comic aside for a moment and picked up my phone to scroll down Tumblr, trying to get over my boredom and to kill time while they came back. As well as to distract myself.

I lazily looked up and saw myself surrounded by familiar looking people. If it weren’t impossible I would say those were…

“The Avengers?!” I exclaimed, staring at them with wide eyes.

“And who are you-“ Steve aka Captain America had started to say, but I unwillingly interrupted him.

Before I could contain myself, an excited shriek escaped my lips. I slapped my hands against my mouth as fast as I could when I noticed I was getting confused and even frightened glances.

“I got this” Tony Stark, Iron Man himself, took a step closer.

He briefly turned to his friends and sent them a reassuring gesture as he motioned with his hands. There was his iconic smug and humorous attitude.

“I’m your biggest fan!” I exclaimed before I could stop myself. Again.

I looked behind Tony to all of the Avengers. Not only Steve Rogers and Thor but Bruce Banner and Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton! Such cool people!

“That explains it” Tony smirked, walking closer to me and offering me a hand for me to shake. “Tony Stark, but you already know that”

“I’m Y/N” I shook his hand gladly. “Y/N Winchester”

“Well, Y/N Winchester” Like he went through stuff like this every day –honestly, because of his reputation and fame he maybe did –he casually placed an arm over my shoulders. “You already know the gang”

I respectfully bowed my head to them. They all replied on their own way.

Steve smiled softly, Clint nodded in recognition, Natasha tilted her head curiously, Thor grinned in amusement and Bruce waved.

“How did you get here?” The latter asked me.

“I-I don’t know!”

“Do you come from another dimension?” Thor asked me, his voice as deep and mighty as I imagined it.

“I’m in another dimension?!” I snapped, excited because of how cool that was. “Awesome!!”

“I like you, kid” Tony grinned, patting my back. “Love your energy”

“Do you have any questions?” Steve asked me, attentive and welcoming. “Maybe we have some answers that can help you”

I was too excited to let my conscious mind swamp my head with logical questions. First I needed to interact with them, to do things I had always dreamt to do. Let my fangirl mood take over me.

“Not really, but…” I uttered, shy and inhibited as I looked from Captain America to Thor. “I would like to…”

“Let me guess, lift the hammer” Tony finished for me.

I nodded vehemently, excited to hold Mjolnir. See if I was worthy.

“You can try” Thor offered me his hammer with an amused grin plastered on his face. “But you won’t lift it”

Fascinated, I held my hand out and slowly reached until my fingers closed around the handle of the hammer. I was actually holding Mjolnir, Thor’s hammer. The god of lightning was letting me touch his hammer!

However, as soon as he let go of it, I was thrown to the floor because of the immense force and inertia it had on me. I squeaked as I landed on my knees, flailing around involuntarily as I fell over on my side.

I heard a few chuckles, but I didn’t blame them for laughing. I was always a klutz and was used to those kind of situations.

“You okay?” Clint had stepped up and was holding me by my arm as he helped me up.

“Yeah, thanks”

“I knew you couldn’t” Thor laughed heartily.

I shrugged when all eyes settled back on me. But there was a small smirk on my lips as I was filled with exciting anticipation. I finally had the chance to do everything I had wanted to do!

Practice archery with Hawkeye. Learn how to fight and spar with Black Widow. Chat with Captain America about history. Exchange reactions with Iron Man about technology and inventions. Learn science with the Hulk. And hear stories about Asgard from none other than Thor.

And I was determined to check all that off my to-do list.

The excitement was soon gone. I had chatted with the Avengers, interacted all I wanted with them and it had been great. But… I suddenly didn’t feel as accomplished as I thought.

I was getting homesick. The guilty started to win over as I thought about Sam and Dean. They were probably wondering where I was, if something had happened to me. Worrying. If I had been taken, if I was okay. If I was alive, even.

“You’re pretty quiet for a crazy fan” Tony’s voice startled me, as I had been too immersed in my thoughts to notice his presence.

“I miss my family” I simply explained, heaving a sad sigh. “This has been amazing, but I miss my home. What if I can never go back?”

“Then we would take care of you” He playfully patted my back. “Don’t tell him I told you, but I think Cap already has a soft spot for you”

I couldn’t help to laugh, knowing it was also his intention. I decided to sass him a little, also humoring him.

“But not you, huh?” I raised an eyebrow. “It’s only Steve”

“Yeah, I think you’re clumsy and annoying” Tony made a funny face of annoyance. “I can’t wait until you get out of my sight”

I always knew those six were amazing people, not only great superheroes but also kind-hearted people. Good people. I wasn’t wrong.

“But maybe I can get you to stop asking questions and being so hyper and all over the place” He said all of a sudden. “You said you liked cars, right?”

I nodded, sweetly thinking back to the Impala. My love for cars started because of my father, but it went beyond our shared ride.

“Right this way” Tony had started walking, so I followed after him.

I held back my curiosity, knowing if I was patient I would be rewarded.

Indeed, we soon arrived to a garage of sorts in which Mr. Stark kept all his very expensive, beautiful looking and powerful cars. Being a millionaire sure had its perks.

Tony and I exchanged theories about the interdimensional issue that brought me there as we talked about cars and fixed some of them which were broken. It was supposed to cheer me up, but I couldn’t help but to think about my father.

About those moments in which we had amazing conversations as he taught me how to fix an engine in case I ever needed to. Just an excuse to spend some quality time together as he indulged in something that wasn’t hunting for a change.

Dean had always been a good father, trying to distract me from our lives as much as he could. Trying to help me live a normal life without being dragged by the hunting like he and Sam had been.

Surely noticing his last resort wasn’t working and running out of ideas, Tony lingered on the silence as we fixed an orange Ferrari.

Someone clearing his throat from the door caught our attention.

“S-sorry, hope I’m not interrupting” Bruce stuck his head at the door.

“Course not, come in!” Tony invited him, motioning with his hand.

Doctor Banner walked closer and handed me something that I observed with curiosity.

“Steve found this, he thought it belongs to you” Bruce gave me the comic book he was holding. “You probably dropped it when you appeared here”

“That’s it!” I exclaimed, feeling lively again. “This is my ticket back home!”

“Beg your pardon?” Tony turned to me, blinking a few times in confusion.

Bruce was also giving me a strange look, frowning as he wondered what I was on about.

“I was looking at this comic when I arrived here! I think that weird gizmo thing acted as a catalyst” I smiled, feeling hopeful and closer to home already. “Maybe it’ll take me back!”

“Perhaps it acts like some sort of interdimensional portal” The doctor mumbled to himself, his eyes analyzing the comic book with interest.

“Are you really that eager to abandon us already?” Mr. Stark joked, shaking his head in fake offense. “I didn’t know we were so boring, I feel insulted”

I would have believed he was truly affected by my words and my excitement to leave if it weren’t because I knew him far too well. Even if that was the first time we were in the same room, which was odd.

I stared down at the comic book, feeling like I had a great power in my hands. And with great power comes great… well, Spiderman wasn’t there, so there was no point in referencing that out loud.

“It’s been great, guys, but I should go back home” I told the two men, looking up at them. “Tell everyone thank you”

“We’ll miss you” Bruce smiled a little, nodding to emphasize his words.

“Me too” My eyes were suddenly watery at the thought of leaving them behind.

My heroes, those people I looked up to so much. Those six people that were so badass and inspiring. Yet that could be my only chance of going back.

I was afraid to think that the portal closed. That, if I waited too much, I would be stuck in the wrong dimension. That I would lose my opportunity.

So I opened the comic and left it at the page I was reading when I traveled through dimensions. I closed my eyes tight and focused, hoping it worked.

Through my closed eyelids, I noticed a dim light shining. And a soft voice before I left forever.

“Bye, Y/N Winchester…”

“Y/N!” A very familiar voice was screaming my name in a mix between relief and concern. "You're here!”

“What happened?!”

Before I could get my bearings back, two strong arms were pulling me against a strong chest. I knew that embrace well enough, as well as that scent, to realize I was back.

“Dean…” I mumbled, still unable to call him ‘dad’. “Sam”

“Are you okay?” The first urged me, breaking the hug and sternly holding me by the shoulders. His green eyes were piercing me, demanding an answer. “Are you hurt?!”

“No! I’m okay!” I chuckled, still not believing what had just happened. “I saw the Avengers!”

“The what now?”

“The Avengers” Sam intervened, holding up one of my comics. “Her favorite superheroes”

“Oh, those guys…” My father nodded, remembering how I always spoke about them. “Wait, what?”

“Y/N” Sam patiently told me, taking the opportunity to get my worried father off me once they knew I was alright. “Can you tell us what the hell happened to you?”

“Yeah, care to explain why you were gone when we came back and you suddenly just appeared from thin air?!”

“Well…” My eyes fell over the strange looking gizmo that lighted up before I was transported to their dimension. “I think it was that thing, it somehow activated my comic”

The both of them turned their heads quickly, wanting to see what I was looking at.

“Are you saying that thing teleported you to the superheroes world?”

“And I thought we had seen everything…”

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