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unsupervisedpanda · 3 years

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Loki x reader

Live action

"Tony!" You yelled as you stormed into the living room.

"Some guy is here! A tall one with black hair?" You heard the man scoff behind you but ignored him.

Tony entered the room and glared at the male who was now standing next you.

"Loki." Tony greeted coldly.

"Tony." The man, Loki, replied.

"Y/n." You huffed pointing at yourself.

Tony turned to you apologetically.

"Sorry I didn't tell you we were having a guest. He's here on house arrest." Tony explained gesturing at the man.

"Right. Okay, but Tony we've talked about this. I work for your team and I need to stay informed." You sighed stepping towards him to straighten his collar.

"I know y/n but to be fair he's not very memorable!" Tony defended and you glared at him.

Tugging harshly on his collar you yanked him down so he was eye to eye with you.

"I don't care how memorable he is. I expect you to tell me these things and to be professional." Tony gulped but nodded.

"Right. Gotcha." He choked out and you released his collar.

Turning around you faced your guest, Loki. You'd heard about him before, none of it good. However you'd give him the benefit of the doubt. He was from Asgard and the brother of Thor. Those were the only things you knew for sure. Everything else you'd have to learn from him. Facing him you introduced yourself.

"Hello Loki. I am y/n l/n of Midgard as I've heard Thor refer to it." You held out your hand to him.

Eyeing you warily he held his hand out as well but Tony yanked you back.

"Your gloves." He warned you and you blinked. You totally forgot.

"Oh. Right." You shook your head pulling a pair of gloves out.

Why the gloves? Because you had the ability of reading emotions through touch. Skin to skin contact gave you a rush of emotions from that person. Good or bad whatever they were feeling you felt it just as much as they did.

Tugging them on you reached out again.

"Sorry about that. I didn't want to read your emotions without your consent." You explained nodding to the gloves.

Loki seemed surprised but took your hand, shaking it.

"Noted. I am Loki of Asgard." He introduced bowing slightly.

You quirked a brow at that in amusement and smiled.

"Nice to meet you. I'll set up a room for you as soon as possible but until then you may stay on my floor if you so choose. Although I'm sure Thor would be more than pleased to have you stay with him." You informed him easily.

He winced at the mention of his brother but nodded.

"I may take you up on that offer." He smirked and Tony snarled behind you.

"Y/n I really don't think-" you turned to glare at your boss.

"Tony. I believe it's in your best interest to stop before you begin. This could've been avoided had you actually told me what was going on but you didn't. That being said unless Loki chooses otherwise, he will stay with me." You crossed your arms and raised a brow, daring Tony to challenge you.

The male frowned but just grumbled as he walked away. Smirking you turned to the god.

"Okay. Now that we've taken care of that. Would you like to stay with me or your brother?" You inquired smiling.

"You, if the offer still stands. My brother can be overbearing." Loki grimaced.

"Of course. Follow me." You chirped walking over to the elevator.

"We're on floor 8(first initial). It stands for what floor level it is and who it belongs to. When we get you set up I think you'll be either floor 9 or 6. Unless you choose to stay on my floor which you're more than welcome to do." You grinned at him before the elevator doors slid open and FRIDAY told you you'd arrived.

Stepping out you led Loki through your living room and into the guest room.

"You can stay here for now. You'll have your own bathroom, too. We can get you a different comforter set later but until then I hope you don't mind the (f/c) set." You blushed lightly before entering the room yourself and straightening it up.

"I'll be right across the hall if you need anything. I'll set up a passcode to my floor that only you and I know until the others calm down. I'm sure they're not thrilled you're here. That way they won't bother you." You told him as you breezed past him into the kitchen.

"Everything in here is open to you if you want it: coffee, tea, juice. I've got a lot." You opened the fridge to prove the point.

Fifteen minutes later you'd finished showing him around so you led him to the couch.

He'd kept a straight face for most of the tour so when you were done you bit your lip.

"If there's anything you need just let me know. The others may be a bit harsh but they mean well most of the time." You laughed nervously as you flopped onto the couch yourself. Pulling a pillow to your chest, you hugged it before letting out a sigh.

"Okie dokie. I have to get back to work, make sure the others didn't burn down the main floor. You can lounge around here until you feel comfortable enough to leave. If you need me just tell FRIDAY. He'll let me know." Standing up you left to check on the others.

Tony had probably already told them and they were probably planning an ambush on your apartment at this very moment.

Stepping into the elevator you spoke.

"FRIDAY I'd like to set up a security measure. No one but me and Loki can enter the apartment or floor without exclusive permission. Understand?"

"Yes miss l/n. Security measure is now in place." The robotic voice responded.

Nodding the doors opened with a ding.

Stepping into the main area you noticed everyone in the living room, tension spilling into the halls.

"You let him come here!? After everything that happened in New York!" You heard Nat yell.

"I didn't have much of a choice!" Tony groaned.

"He won't do any harm! He's here in peace!" Thor reassured miserably.

"Well he should leave in pieces!" Clint grumbled.

Steve was silent as he sat on the couch with his arms crossed, Bucky beside him.

Bruce was about to intervene but you clapped loudly to get their attention.

"Hello my fellow colleagues and friends. How about we play nice and not threaten our guest!" You chirped a little to sweetly.

Everyone faced you but Nat stood up first.

"Are you crazy y/n!? Letting that lunatic stay in your apartment!" She growled as she glared you down.

Glaring back at her you crossed your arms.

"Yes. I am crazy. We've been through this time and time again and I go to therapy once every two weeks for what you call crazy." You snarled at her and she took a slight step back.

The word "crazy" was a touchy word for you. You'd been called many things in your life time. Crazy, a lunatic, a freak, and many other things because of what you could do.

"Y/n I didn't mean- it's just he's dangerous!" She tried to back pedal but what was done was done.

"Whatever Nat. Loki," you emphasized his name, "is staying with me. He will be until he decides to leave. You all will treat him like a person or I swear I will destroy you." You warned.

"Are we clear?" You glanced around the room and jumped when Loki spoke up behind you.

"I'd prefer to be treated like a god, but a person works too." He smirked.

"Loki." You greeted nodding at him.

"Lady Y/n." He greeted back.

Thor's jaw seemed to drop as he glanced between you two.

Loki respecting a midguardian? It seemed impossible.

"Look at him acting like he owns the place!" Clint started but stopped when you stepped toward him taking a glove off.

"Barton. Did I not make myself clear earlier?" You asked stalking closer.

The male stood up and ran behind the couch.

"Y/n we can talk about this. Just put the glove back on!" He plead as he glanced at the others for help.

Not only did you have the ability to read and feel emotions but you could also inflict and resurface them. Clint had been through this treatment before due to his attitude and he hated it.

"Answer the question." You snapped and he ducked behind Thor.

"You're clear. Crystal." He promised. He really wished he had his bow and some arrows on him right now.

"Good." You smiled pulling the glove back on.

"Now it is Saturday night so I do believe it's a movie night is it not?" You chirped clapping your hands together enthusiastically.

Everyone nodded not daring to say otherwise. Tony had hired you because you could round everyone up and calm things down.

"Wonderful. Shall we?" You asked and everyone agreed. Pulling out (f/m) you put it in and hit play.

You sat next to Loki on the farthest end of the couch due to everyone's apprehensiveness.

About an hour in you began to nod off. Your head leaned against Loki's shoulder as your hair fell into your face.

Loki had jumped at the contact but relaxed when he realized he wasn't in danger. He stayed as still as possible as not to wake you up. Another half an hour later and the credits were rolling.

Glancing down at you Loki lightly removed you from his shoulder, lying you down on the couch. Then he scooped you up to take you upstairs. Maybe this was out of character for him but you'd been kind.

Once you were in his arms your head lolled into his shoulder. He laughed quietly as he carried you to the elevator.

"Woah reindeer games. What do you think you're doing?" Tony questioned standing up.

Loki stopped turning around, and lifting a brow at the man.

"I'm taking Lady y/n to her room?" Loki raised his brow in confusion.

"We can take her up." Steve argued but Loki snickered.

"Go ahead and try." He shrugged passing you to Tony.

Tony gave him a smug look as he walked to the elevator with you. Five minutes later he returned, you still soundly asleep in his arms.

"FRIDAY won't let me in." He grumbled.

"Yes I am aware. I'll take Lady y/n up to bed now." Loki grinned before taking you from Tony.

"Goodnight." He nodded before walking to the elevator again.

"Night guys." You yawned waking up just a little.

Taking you to your room Loki tucked you in after helping you take care of your nightly routine.

"Night Loki." You slurred sleepily before hugging a pillow into your chest.

You slept soundly for about 3 hours before you awoke to red flashing and blaring alarms.

Panicking you flopped out of your bed and onto the floor.

"Loki!" You yelled as you stumbled into the hall. Loki was running down the hall to your room, stumbling into you as the building shook.

"What's going on!?" You yelped when glass shattered a floor down.

"This hasn't happened in 3 months!" You groaned as Loki helped you up.

As his hand grabbed yours your head went blank for a moment. Loki was scared. He was blaming himself for the attack. He worried that someone from his past was here to hurt him. He was worried about you. He-

You jumped when Loki pulled on you hand.

"Are you alright, Lady y/n?" He asked and you glanced up at him.

"I'm okay. You?" You asked stepping closer to him and pressing your bare hand to his face.

All of the emotions he was feeling were negative. You urged a calm through your finger tips and felt his shoulders relax.

Then he tensed up and yanked your hand away from him.

"We need to go to the others. Find out what all this noise is about." He snapped dropping your hand.

Swiftly he walked to the elevator and hit a button hoping to make it to the main floor.

Sliding open the doors granted access and you were on your way. Then you weren't. Something thudded on top of the metal box and the lights flickered.

You yelped as the elevator bounced and then stumbled into Loki's chest.

"Sorry." You groaned and then looked up. Whatever was on the roof was walking back and forth trying to figure out how to get in.

"Got any sneaky tricks up your sleeve?" You asked pushing yourself off of the man.

"Maybe. Depends on what it is." He shrugged before walking over to the elevator doors.

He inspected them for a moment before somehow prying them open. From where you stood you couldn't tell how he did it.

"Open says me." He joked half heartedly.

Great doors were open. Not so great you were stuck between floors.

"Up or down?" Loki asked and you glanced at him.

"Down. We need to get to the others."

Nodding he crouched down and slid out through the opening, about a foot and a half wide and two feet high.

He landed gracefully on the, you assumed, 6th floor.

"Come on out." He called stepping away from the opening.

Taking a deep breath you crouched to slide out the way he had but shrieked when the elevator bounced again and then the sound of screaming metal filled the small space. Glass rained down around you.

Shaking the glass out of your hair you looked up and choked on a scream. An arm had punctured the top of the elevator.

"Shit!" You yelped pushing yourself backwards towards the small exit.

"Lady y/n what's going on?!" You heard Loki ask but you miscalculated how high you were and fell on your butt.

"We have to go. Now!" You exclaimed grabbing his sleeve and running for a stair case.

The man followed you with almost no complaint as you ran to the stairwell.

"We need to get to the third floor." You huffed as you began to run down the stairs skipping a few at a time.

Loki nodded checking behind you every few moments. On the 4th floor you nearly toppled over the railing when you came face to face with a creature of some kind.

"Holy shit!" You fell backwards and Loki leapt the railing, landing in front of you. Suddenly he had two daggers in his hands as he impaled the critter.

"Okay thanks!" You breathed out and he held his hand out to you.

"Try to be more aware of your surroundings." He suggested as he pulled you up.

You nodded and he took the lead. You followed him to the third floor entrance and he cautiously opened the door. Inside the Avengers were battling it out.

"We have to get upstairs. Y/n can't defend herself!" You heard Nat snarl as she attacked yet another enemy.

It was probably stupid on your part but you cupped your hands over your mouth and shouted "I take offense to that!" at her.

Everything stopped for a moment as everyone turned to face you and Loki face palmed.

"Ignorant mortal." You heard him grumble.

Then he swooped you up into his chest and began to 'dance' around your opponents. You yelped when an axe got a little too close.

When you were beside the others Loki passed you on to Thor.

"Protect the midguardian." Loki had demanded before looking to you.

"You, stay out of trouble!" He smirked before involving himself to the main battle.

"I-" you started but cried out when Thor threw you up into the air.

"Oh my god!" You shrieked as your stomach dropped. You know the feeling. Like going straight down on a roller coaster.

You met Loki's wide eyes mid air and then you completed the fall straight into Tony's armored arms.

"I'm going to have a heart attack." You wheezed as you tried to catch your breath.

Tony laughed at you setting you down.

"Try to stay out of danger, Chéri petite!" He warned before blasting off into a different direction.

*Chéri petite should translate to little darling! Or in Google translates case darling little one!*

You sucked in a breath before taking in your surroundings. No one was going to be able to protect you. Glancing around you noted a decorative sword on the other side of the room, so you sprinted towards it. You yelped when something, someone grabbed you though.

Swiveling on your heel you turned and saw one of the creatures gripping your thigh. Shrieking you slammed your palm onto it's face and channeled your fear into it. The creature let out a miserable scream as it flinched back letting you go.

You'd never used your power as a defence before but it did the job. Whipping back around you came face to face with a clone of Loki.

"Shit!" You yelped and jumped in surprise when it stabbed at you.

Stumbling back you fell onto your ass again and scrambled behind the couch as the clone threw a dagger at you.

"Loki what the shit is this!?" You screamed and the man turned in surprise, glowering when he saw the clone.

Sure he had the same ability but this was no clone of his.

You let out another cry when the couch was shoved away and 3 of the critters surrounded you. Turning to your team members you smirked, although it looked more like a grimace.

"Guys! This is not what I had in mind for movie night but talk about live action!" You giggled before turning to your opponents.

"Give me a minute to hype myself up?" You asked and then yelped when one of the things jumped at you.

"Or not!" You dodged and slammed your hand onto it's back. Surging an extra dose of terror into it's spine.

Yelping it wobbled away before collapsing. You'd scared the damn thing to death.

Turning to the other two you ran at them, sliding underneath the one and grabbing it's ankle.

This time you channeled anger at the other one through it. Turning to the second the first one attacked it, tearing it apart.

Breathing heavily you pushed yourself up.

"Okay two down one to-" you screamed as you slammed into the hard floor, your arm being pinned to your back.

"That's a neat trick you have there." The voice hissed careful not to make skin to skin contact with you.

You whimpered trying to see what or who was on top of you. You barely caught sight of the green outfit before the person was knocked off.

"Hands off." You heard Loki snarl before pulling you up into his chest. Then you yelped in surprise when he pulled you behind him.

"Didn't I tell you to stay out of danger?" Loki chastised as he held one arm in front of him, a dagger in hand, and the other behind him as he guarded you.

"Actually you said trouble." You corrected your hands on his back.

Shaking his head he sized up his clone. It matched him so much he may have thought it was a reflection. Maybe it was.

"Lady y/n I'm going to ask you to run to Thor. Think you can handle that?" Loki asked as he pulled out another dagger.

"Probably. Will you be okay?" You inquired.

He nodded and you bit your lip.

"Okay. Be safe!" You whispered wrapping your arms around his waist and then running off to find Thor.

Of course that was easier said than done. Several times you'd tripped or gotten attacked by another monster.

Finally you got sick of everything running at you trying to run you through.

"Fucking hell, STOP!" You screamed throwing your arms out.

Everyone froze. Not because you froze them with an unknown ability. Nope. You just froze them with shock.

You'd pulsed all of your annoyance and fear throughout the whole room.

With everyone frozen you found Thor and ran to him.

"Don't throw me this time!" You huffed and the God nodded still confused.

Glancing around the room you noted at least thirty enemies left. Taking in your surroundings you ran to the left and grabbed a bow and a quiver from one of the fallen.

Nocking the arrow you pulled the string back, surprised at how in tune the bow seemed to be with you.

Shaking off the surprise you aimed at the closest enemy. Letting the string go the arrow flew and hit the creature in the head. Your eyes widened. You'd been aiming for it's leg.

You grinned and nocked another arrow. Aiming at another you aimed at it's chest and winced when the arrow whizzed past and hit a different target in the leg.

At least you still hit something! You yelped when 3 or 4 of the opposing enemies began to run at you. Apparently they didn't like being shot at by humans.

"Thor!" You yelled and ducked when he threw his hammer as you. It quickly flung into the bad dudes turning their heads to goo before flying back into Thor's hand.

"Thanks!" You breathed out as he offered you his other hand, pulling you up.

"No problem, lady y/n." He smiled before going to help somewhere else.

Pulling out another arrow you took a deep breath before nocking it.

"Please please let me be useful!" You groaned before pulling back and aiming at one of the monsters creeping up on Loki.

"Oh no you don't!" You whispered before letting go. Thankfully the arrow his exactly where you wanted it too.

Bullseye!

Quickly you reevaluated the room and noted that there were about 14 left. Then 12. Then 9. The numbers dwindled to nothing and you huffed. Collapsing to your knees you took deep breaths.

Last time this happened you hadn't left your room. Talk about action packed.

Loki scanned the room before finding you and panicked when he saw you on your hands and knees.

Teleporting to you he lightly fretted over you, barely touching.

Looking up at him you smirked.

"I just kicked some serious ass!" You giggled and his eyes widened in surprise before he relaxed.

"You did indeed, little mortal." He smiled brushing some of your hair back.

Grinning you launched yourself into his arms, hugging him.

He toppled over falling onto his back, with you on top of him. Pushing yourself up so you were hovering over him you laughed.

"Kiss me?" You asked and then it was his turn to smirk.

"Of course, M'lady." He purred as he propped himself up on one elbow. Grabbing you by the back of the neck he pulled you down to meet his lips.

You smiled into the kiss. It was perfect considering the adrenaline rushing through your veins.

Then you heard some whoops and cheers, some coughing, and some complaining.

Pulling apart you looked up to see your colleagues with varying reactions.

Rolling your eyes you looked down at the God beneath you.

Looking him up and down you looked him in the eyes before grinning mischievously.

"How about we take this up to my room?" You suggested and the man quirked a brow.

"Anything you want, Dove." He smirked wrapping his arms around you and teleporting away.

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lozzypoz321 · 3 years

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A/N: I’m so sorry I haven’t posted in so long!!! But I am quite surprised that my current 200 followers (wow) haven’t unfollowed by now but this is my 200 celebration fic even though I’m a bit late- also I’m sorry if this sucks I just haven’t written in ages! Please bare with me! Kindly proofread by @canadianhufflepuffavenger 💗

Warnings: angst, past break up

Your real dad

Steve tightened his grip around your draw-string bag that he had convinced you to part ways with, as you, him and your mother made your way into the tower. He was dreading the reunion with Bucky after not seeing the team for about 2 weeks. You were practically bouncing on your feet to see your real dad. While Steve was there watching you treat your dad like a hero but not even spare him a glance.

Your family relationship was complicated yet simple at the same time: you hated your mom but tolerated her, loved your dad with all your heart, hated your stepdad as much as he tried, treated Peter like your brother and Thor exactly like your uncle.

Why did you hate your stepdad so much?

Well, first of all, he pretended like he was your real dad and tried to do all of the things with you that you and Bucky did together. Second, he always stole all your moms attention and made you feel like you were alone (whether he meant it or not)

The elevator door dinged, indicating that the three of you had reached your floor where currently Bucky, Thor, Tony, Natasha and Sam were hanging out, waiting for your “family”. The others were in the kitchen, trying to get a sneak taste of the food that had been ordered.

“Dad!” You yelled and raced up to the super soldier, he broke out into a grin and picked you up off the ground to invade you into a bone-breakinghug. “Hiya doll face.”

You grinned back at him and got down from his arms briefly to run across the room to retrieve your drawstring back so you could show your dad your new spiderman action figure that had been bought by your cousin Peter.

“Look! Look!”

He smirked slightly at your excited demeanour as you held up the toy as high as you could while jumping up and down for him to see. Once he’d figured out who the character was, you had already gone running off to see what Wanda and Vision had baked in one of the many kitchens.

“Hey Buck” Steve acknowledged as friendly as he could, it wasn’t that the two ‘friends’ hated each other, but there was definitely some tension in the room as the two sat parallel. Tony cleared his throat and mentioned something about having a cough as he quickly left the room.

“I better see where he got off to” Natasha and your mother said at exactly the same time, not wanting to experience what they thought was about to go down.

“Hi Steve” the older soldier greeted back, not sure what the intentions of the conversation were exactly. In the tower, the history between both soldiers and your mother was known but not really spoke of- Bucky dated your mother for quite a while (almost four entire years), and got her pregnant with you, but- as everybody was sure to know- all good things must come to an end- and the two broke up on good terms. That was before Steve Rogers himself got involved at a certain billionaire’s party when they realized they were (and this is in your mother's words) “meant for each other.”

“I’m erm, here to speak to you about something.” As if the awkwardness present in the room was no longer enough before, by now it was almost too much. Thor and Sam took the most obvious hint and left the room in search of something else to occupy their time.

“Well, you’re free to speak-“ Bucky was interrupted by the loud sound of laughing from behind the wooden door and almost instantly after a hushing sound. The two men had completely different reactions to this, Steve was utmostly confused, both eyebrows scrunching together, while Bucky’s face held a small smile. He knew exactly who was trying to eavesdrop and it just proved how much Steve did not know his stepdaughter from the fact he didn’t immediately know. “(Y/N),” he called out, the humour evident in his voice, “Parker, we know you're out there.”

“Awww, Peter you gave our secret identities up!”

By now Steve had caught on to the two of you and laughed lightly, trying to cover up the fact that his only chance to ask Bucky his question alone, was interrupted.

The wooden door creaked open, revealing Peter, dressed up in his spiderman suit for dramatic effect and you with a bandana on, which you thought made you look like a ninja and you held your action figure tightly in your left hand.

“(Y/N), you know it’s rude to eavesdrop” Steve scolded you, trying to be firm. You ignored him and shrugged your shoulders before going to follow the scent of Chinese food.

“Doll,” your dad stopped you “don’t ignore people, you know not to do that” he stood up from his spot on the sofa and began to also make his way to the kitchen, you right beside him muttering a small “okay dad.”

Steve tried not to let his heart sink as his best friend walked away. He would just have to try and get Bucky alone at another point in the night. If he didn’t get an answer, then he would have no use for the small box that was sitting in his trouser pocket.

“Bonjour,” Clint greeted the two of you as you both arrived for food, the island set up with enough plastic plates for everyone (Tony couldn’t be bothered with hiring people to wash normal, expensive ones multiple times a day)

Your mother smiled at you from the other side of the kitchen, but she was immediately confused when you didn’t smile back. The reason you had not, is because you had a feeling you knew exactly what question your stepdad had for Bucky and did not at all like the sound of it.

“Fries?” Bruce offered, tilting the box of food towards you. You nodded gratefully and grabbed a handful. The conversations at the table were mixed; Thor ranting passionately about the food at his home planet, Tony mumbling something about not even being hungry anyway (you thought he was just being salty since he didn’t get his Shawarma), Bucky and Sam having a silent argument across the table, and Peter was busy singing Christmas songs in his best Santa Claus voice.

“Have a holly jolly Christmas, and in case you didn’t seeeee” Natasha rolled her eyes dramatically at the teenager making everyone laugh.

“Hey don’t get annoyed at me! Everyone loves Christmas!”

You used to love Christmas before your parents separated and you weren’t allowed to spend the holiday with your dad.

“I don’t like Christmas,” your dad shrugged half mindedly while taking a sip of his soda. Peter looked at him like he had two heads and exclaimed in shock, “that impossible!”

“It ain’t kid,” Bucky chuckled while your mother shifted in her seat uncomfortably, realizing the reasoning.

While you worked your way through the pile of noodles, Thor’s incessant ranting came to an end, and the teenager had seemingly run out of songs, the group of superheroes decided to hang out in the living room and watch a movie before you, Steve and your mother had to go home.

“Which one?” Nat asked the room while holding up two movies, the nightmare before Christmas and the corpse bride. Both Halloween movies, neither particularly scary.

“How could one have a nightmare on the day before Christmas? Surely that is against the rules of the Holiday Christmas, that is based on happiness?” Thor asked, earning a quizzical look from you. “Stop tryna act like Shakespeare big man” Tony laughed while grabbing a handful of popcorn and shoving it all into his mouth.

Steve ignored the billionaire, and while no one seemed to be paying attention he directed his attention to Bucky, swallowing nervously. “Hey Buck, can I speak to you for a sec outside?”

Confusion spread over the soldier’s face for a split second before complying and getting up from the couch with Steve as discreetly as possible as to not raise suspicion from the rest of the team and you.

“What’s up?” He asked once they’d reached the hallway outside, he didn’t know what was up with the younger man but he could easily tell that he’d been acting nervous around himself and your mom.

“Um, I have a question, you don’t have to say yes or no or anything-“

“Your ranting.”

He stopped and thought for a second, wondering how to put it. “I know it’s been complicated recently, and I know this might make it worse with all your history with (Y/M/N) and (Y/N) but I really do love both of them and since (Y/M/N)’s parents passed a while ago, there’s no one to really ask for their blessing so I guess I’m here to ask you, can I have your blessing to propose to (Y/M/N)?”

Bucky stood emotionless for a second, not knowing how to react. He wasn’t sure whether to be happy for Steve and support him or to be angry. He had both reasonable attributes for each option but was cut short when he heard the sound of a door banging against its hinges on the floor above.

Both of your dad’s eyebrows scrunched together, who was that? Everyone in the tower knew not to do it because Tony despised it, and everyone with a brain knew that when Tony got annoyed, bad things happened.

Then almost instantly after the door entering the living room revealing an awkward Loki “I’m sorry to interrupt this conversation but your daughter slash stepdaughter, just ran upstairs in tears so if you could quickly wrap this little moment up, it would be greatly appreciated”

Bucky’s heart stopped, why were you crying?

He and Steve completely forgot about their previous conversation and quickly headed upstairs, nearly running Peter over in the process coming from the toilet. But just as they reached the door where you normally stayed when you came for sleepovers, Bucky stopped and put a finger to his lips.

“I think I should go in.” Instead of arguing, and saying that it would be good ‘bonding time’ to get you to like him, Steve silently agreed and let your dad go in.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he gently closed the door behind himself, instantly catching sight of you sat on the carpeted floor, furiously wiping your eyes with the sleeve of your hoodie.

“Hey, hey, don’t hurt yourself,” he took ahold of both of your wrists and set them down on your lap, “why’re you crying doll?”

Tears continued to stream unapologetically down your cheeks, you didn’t know how to tell him. That you had snuck out of the living room to see where the two had gone and then eavesdropped into their conversation, and once hearing your stepdad (who you did not like at all) was going to become a permanent part of your life, ran off crying.

“I don’t wanna talk about it” you shook your head, making him sigh. “Please tell me, I wanna know why. You trust me right (Y/N)?”

The simple nod was all he needed, yet his heart still ached. Seeing his only daughter in tears and didn’t trust him enough to tell him why? It was heartbreaking for him. “I don’t want him to marry mom,” you quietly admitted, “the only reason I’m still allowed to see you is because she thinks I still need a father figure, so now he’s gonna be here forever I won’t be- I won’t be able to see you anymore.”

He sighed deeply, trying to find a way to comfort you. “You will, I promise. I’ll always be apart of your life doll. No one can ever take you away from me because you're my daughter and I love you so so much, m’kay?”

You sniffled and wiped the final tears from your cheeks. “Okay.”

Before you could both get up and return downstairs to finish the movie, Bucky stopped you and lifted you up to whisper something to you.

Once he had finished you pulled back and nodded hesitantly, realizing that you should put your grudge behind you and face a fear.

Your dad and you returned outside, Steve waiting patiently while resting on the wall, gently smiling at you to make sure you were okay.

“Go on doll,” Bucky quietly urged, making you take a deep breath and just go for it.

“I give you my blessing to marry mom.” Steve’s heart skipped multiple beats as his brain tried to process what you had said. You’d finally accepted him into your life?

He broke out into a grin, trying to form words to thank you without seeming like this meant the absolute world to him. “Thank you (Y/N). I appreciate it so much.”

Bucky was proud of you for taking a leap and letting Steve into your life when you were scared. He realized at that moment that even if you did have a dad and a stepdad at the same time, he’d fulfilled his role already.

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Lifeline - Part 13

Summary: (First Responders!AU) Moving to Los Angeles and living with your brother, Thor, was never part of your plan nor was being a 9-1-1 dispatcher, but plans change when you are faced with your own emergencies. In your case, it was leaving behind a relationship that wasn’t as perfect as it seemed. Will this be the fresh start you were hoping for or will your past find a way to catch up with you?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Odinson!Sister Reader

Word Count: 7700+ (Whoops!)

Warnings: Fire, triggers, angst, fluff, trauma, arson, language

Lifeline Masterlist / Main Masterlist

AN: Flashbacks in italics

“Okay, Team, we have a single-level house fire in a local suburb. A neighbor called it in but isn’t sure if anyone is home. The owners of the house are newly married, Ian Boothby and Darcy Lewis. He suspected the husband to be home since he saw him mowing the lawn earlier this morning. Now, when we get on scene, I want Steve to stay with the truck engine in case the ventilation team needs help on site. On ventilation I want...” Carol continued to give demands to the rest of the team. “As for Thor and Bucky, search the home.” Everyone agreed with Danver’s orders, and Steve nodded, looking out the window of the truck.

“Hey man, you alright?” Sam asked Steve through his headset, taking in his appearance, sitting across from him.

“Yeah, I’m good. Getting my head in the game.”

“Okay.” Sam narrowed his eyes, nodding but not believing him. “Let’s do this, boys and girls.”

At the scene, Bucky and Thor went to the hatch to grab their tanks and masks before running into the burning house in record time.

“I’ll go left, and you go right,” Thor commanded over the walkie.

“Got it,” Bucky added. “First bedroom clear.”

“Living room clear,” Thor voiced.

Steve went to talk with the ventilation team but noticed the house’s skylight on the roof was already broken, so the ladder truck wouldn’t be needed. He rushed back over to Danver’s to figure out the next game plan when Thor’s voice broke through the walkie.

“Found Ian in the kitchen, heading out now. Val, get the gurney ready.”

Steve watched Thor run out with Ian in his arms, coughing. He placed him on the gurney, and Val put an oxygen mask on him, but he immediately pulled it off.

“My wife, Darcy,” he wheezed in a British accent. “She’s still in there. Please...please save her.”

“Barnes, his wife is still in there somewhere,” Carol commanded into her walkie, but there was no reply. “Barnes.”

A second later, Bucky was running out of the burning house with Darcy in his arms. He laid her on the ground and tore off his mask, and shouted, “she’s not breathing.” Sam rushed to their side and started chest compressions.

Ian jumped off the gurney and ran over to them. “Please...please help her. Don’t let her die,” Ian cried, holding onto Darcy’s hand. “I don’t know what I would do without her.”

Steve’s eyes stayed glued to the scene before him. His mouth went dry, and he started to hear his heartbeat in his ears. He tried to concentrate on breathing evenly, but it didn’t help. He turned away from the scene, stumbling to the side of the truck. He squeezed his eyes shut as flashes of Peggy drifted to the front of his mind: her smiling at him as they laid in bed together, her waving goodbye to him when he went off to work, and her lying motionless on the cold ground. He put a hand on the truck to hold himself steady, feeling his chin start to tremble and his chest start to tighten with every breath he took.

Steve heard a cry of relief behind him, forcing his eyes to snap open. He glanced over his shoulder as all the oxygen left his lungs, seeing Darcy sitting up and hugging her husband. He turned back to the truck, closing his eyes, causing a few tears to slide down his cheeks. He shook his head, knowing he should be happy Darcy is alive, and we got to her in time, but his mind continued to drift back to the worst day of his life.

“You okay, pal?” Bucky inquired in a soothing voice.

Steve’s eyes shot open, rubbing his hand on his cheeks before he turned around. “Yeah.” He nodded his head a little too much, waving it off. “It’s nothing. I’ll be fine.”

“You sure, pal, because you don’t look fine to me.”

“I will be--” he licked his lips “--how...how is she?”

“She’s breathing. They’re both on their way to the hospital now.”

“Good,” Steve swallowed, letting out a deep sigh of relief. “That’s good.”

“Hey, I’m here if you need me.” Bucky patted him on the back before stepping away to help calm down the blaze.

“You okay, Rogers?” Carol asked, and Steve snapped his head in her direction.

“Yeah, Carol. I’m fine--” he leaned against the truck “--think I--I think I inhaled a little too much smoke. Heads a little fuzzy.”

“That makes total sense, considering you were nowhere near the smoke,” she recalled, earning a slight smirk from Steve. He shook his head about to say something, but she beat him to it. “Hey, I get it.” He gulped, rubbing his lips together. “It’s always hard when you’re working a call, and something triggers a memory. Good, bad, or whatever, but it pulls you back to that day, making you feel something you wish you didn’t have to feel again.” She paused, shaking her head. “I know what you went through, but it’s one of the reasons I hired you to be a part of my team. I might sound like a terrible person for saying this, but you know what loss is, and sometimes if you experience it, you will do whatever it takes to make sure others don’t feel that way.”

Steve bit his lip, nodding at the ground.

“You’re a great member to our team, Rogers. And I want you to know that there are counselors available to you in case you need to talk, or if you want to talk to the team, we’re all here for you.”

“Thanks, Ace, but I’ve gotten the whole run down before and talked to someone in Brooklyn after everything happened.”

“Take advantage of it here, too. It will help, or you can always talk to someone else,” she suggested with a half shrug.

“Thanks, I’ll consider it.” He nodded as she patted him on the shoulder and returned to the front line.

_________

You sat down on the couch, pulling a blanket over you, and switched on the tv. You browsed through the many streaming services you had, along with a few Loki paid for. The sound of the front gate buzzing forced you to let out a loud annoyed sigh. You crawled out from under your warm blanket and went to the digital screen to see who was at the front gate. Your eyes widened, realizing it was Steve. You haven’t talked to him since you ran out of his house like a crazy person, but what was he doing here? Thor and Steve were on the same shift tonight, and judging by the small screen, he was still wearing his fire station logo shirt.

“Fuck, something happened to Thor,” you mumbled, buzzing Steve in as you started pacing the front doorway. He knocked on the door, and you took in a sharp breath, opening the door. Steve was still a little dirty, but you could tell he tried to clean himself up. His ears and some of his neck still had smoke residue on them, but something in his blue eyes told you something was wrong.

“Is everything okay, Steve? Did something happen to Thor?”

“No, no, he's fine,” He looked down at his appearance. “I’m sorry. I wasn't thinking when I came straight here, but yeah, yes, your brother is fine.”

“You don’t have to be sorry. Everyone’s okay, that’s all that matters,” you replied, furrowing your brows together. “But...but are you okay? Here come in.” You opened the door for him and closed it behind him.

“It’s about the other night when you rushed out of my apartment after breaking the wine glass.”

“Oh, um, yeah. I’m sorry about that, again.” Your voice cracked, crossing your arms across your chest.

“Hey, it wasn’t your fault. No need to apologize for it.” He held up his hands to show he wasn’t going to hurt you. “I hope you know that it was an accident, and accidents happen all the time.” He shrugged, putting his hands in his front pockets.

“I know,” you whispered, rubbing your hands over your upper arms.

“I got to thinking about how it might have triggered something like...like a memory with Billy.” He paused, licking his lips as he watched your eyes flash to his. “I remember you mentioning a wine glass before, but I’m only asking because before I came here, I had a trigger. A memory of something I would rather forget and move on from, but I can’t.”

“What sort of memory?” You questioned, stepping a little closer to him.

He stared at the ground, rubbing his scruff with his hand, and let out a deep breath, and his eyes connected with yours. “It reminded me of my wife and how I didn't get to her in time to save her.”

Your eyes widened, and you didn't know what to say. “I’m so sorry, Steve. I had no idea.”

“Most people don’t,” he shrugged with his hands still in his pockets.

Steve crossed his arms across his chest and leaned against the back of your couch, staring off into the distance. Steve was doing what you always did. Replaying the same scene over and over again, trying to come forth with a different solution, but it would always end the same way.

You stepped closer to Steve to see his eyes drift back up to you. You offer him your hand and lead him to the other side of the couch.

“Thinking about her now feels like it all happened ages ago.” He stared at the coffee table, folding his hands together in front of him.

“Was her name Peggy?” His eyes shot to yours, and he nodded. “How did you two meet?”

Steve smirked to himself before looking over at you. “We met when I was a junior in high school. She was going to this fancy prep school for the elite, and I was in public school. I don’t know how I caught her attention…

Steve was in the public library, researching information for his english final. His cheek throbbed after getting into a fight earlier today that his mom would ground him for later, but right now, he needed to get this done. His family didn’t own a computer, and he always ended up using Bucky’s for projects but knew he could get it done if he spent enough time at the library.

There was some commotion behind him, and from the reflection on the computer screen, it was a group of girls sitting down at a table. They were whispering about something, and Steve couldn’t help but roll his eyes. Libraries are quiet for a reason, so people can focus on what they came to do and leave when it's done.

He sighed, glancing over his shoulders after hearing more loud whispers and a few giggles. They were from an elite school, judging by their uniforms. Three of them were looking at him and smiling, but the one had her head in a book. He couldn’t help but notice her brunette hair and the bright red lipstick on her lips that he couldn't help but feel drawn to. She looked up, and he nodded at them, slipping on his headphones and getting back to work. On the computer screen, he could see Red Lips staring at him every so often, and he couldn’t help but smirk.

He was working on the conclusion when someone patted him on the back, and he looked over to see Bucky, narrowing his eyebrows at him.

“What’s up, man?” He asked, taking off his headphones.

“Whoa, pal, what happened to your face?”

“It will heal.” Steve shrugged, biting his bottom lip. “It was just a little fight. Not a big deal.”

“Why do you always have to pick on the big guy?”

“Usually, he's the jerk.”

“Right,” Bucky chuckled, shaking his head. “Did you see those elite girls behind you? I mean, Wow!” Bucky winked in their direction, and they giggled.

“Yeah, hard to miss with all their giggles. I had to put my headphones on,” Steve added, looking over at them, immediately finding Red Lips. She rolled her eyes, but he didn’t miss the small subtle smirk on her lips that she was trying to hide.

“Pal, I think they were trying to get your attention.”

“Why?”

“You don’t know a damn thing about women, do you?” Bucky grinned, putting his hands in his pockets and leaning against one of the computer chairs next to him.

“Like you do? We’re still in high school, Buck. We don’t really know anything about women.”

“Speak for yourself, champ.”

Steve rolled his eyes after saving everything to a flash drive and stood up. “Let’s get out of here.”

“Then, a week later, I saw her again, but she was alone this time. She sat at the same table, chewing on the tip of her pencil, reading through her textbook, and taking notes. She was still in her school uniform, and her lips were still the same shade of red…

“Not with your friends today?” Steve asked, taking off this backpack.

She looked around her as if he was talking to someone else, but then her eyes connected with his. “I could say the same about your friend.”

His eyes widened at hearing a British accent pass her lips. “I focus better when he’s not here. He can get pretty annoying.”

“I’ll have to agree with you there. All the excessive giggling isn’t a good focus aid either,” She smirked, shaking her head. “It’s nice to see your bruise is healing nicely on your cheek.”

“Oh ah, yeah,” Steve reached up to touch his cheek. “I’m Steve Rogers.”

“Peggy Carter.”

“Every week, like clockwork, I would see her, and we ended up doing homework together. Not like we were learning the same things, but just to be in the same room together. It took me a while to finally get the nerve to ask her out. I still remember her response to this day--” he smiled to himself “--Wow, you really don’t know a bloody thing about women because you should’ve done this months ago,” Steve voiced in a British accent.

“She sounds like she knew how to put you in your place,” you smirked at him, and he nodded.

“She did.”

“What happened after high school?”

“I didn’t end up going to college much to my parent's disapproval, but I didn’t know what I wanted to do. So instead, I went straight into work while Peggy went to college. I worked a variety of different jobs, trying to find my niche. I ended up working in construction for a couple of years, realizing I like building homes and giving back to the community. It was a satisfying feeling, but I knew I wanted to do more, but I didn’t know how. Weird enough, Peggy was the one who mentioned joining the fire department.”

“Steve,” Peggy called, walking into their small studio apartment to find Steve making supper.

“Hey, doll. How was class?”

“Dull, but it’s law school. And, Steven, don’t call me that I'm not made of porcelain.” She walked over, hitting him playfully on the shoulder and leaned up to kiss him on the cheek, making his smile spread wider. “At least you won’t look like a choir boy once this grows in,” she joked, rubbing her thumb over his cheek feeling the scruff starting to grow on his face. “Oh, I saw something today on one of the many bulletin boards on campus.”

“What was that?”

“Joining the fire department.”

“To be a firefighter?”

“Yes, I grabbed the brochure.” She pulled it out of her purse and handed it to him.

“I’ll look at it later,” he nodded, putting it on the counter behind him.

“I bet you’d love it, and seeing you in that uniform. Woooo!” Peggy fanned herself with her hand as she walked into the bathroom. “I would swoon dear, swoon.”

He chuckled to himself and picked up the brochure, reading parts of it out loud. “‘What fuels your fire?’ Interesting way to grab someone's attention, I guess. ‘We teach, we train, we serve together.’” He hummed, flipping open the brochure and reading it to himself. When he got to the last section, something stuck with him. “As a firefighter, you are a role model, and you will make a difference.”

“I think someone is sold on the idea,” Peggy smiled, wrapping her arms around his waist, and he put his arm around her, pulling her in closer to his side. “And, if you don’t like it, you can quit and find something else.”

“It might be worth a shot,” he grinned, leaning down and kissing Peggy. “Thanks for looking out for me, Peg.”

“Swoon, can I say I love her?” you commented, hearing him let out a soft chuckle.

“Everyone did, and after she showed me that brochure, I went to do the 14-week program at the Fire Academy in New Jersey, and she was right, I loved it. Being able to work with a team and build a sense of camaraderie with each other. It was like having an extended family.” He paused, wringing his hands together. “When Peggy graduated law school, she was offered a prestigious position at a law firm in Manhattan, and I got recruited by one of the fire stations in Brooklyn. Then, I finally went out and bought Peggy a ring with the money I saved up working all those odd-end jobs…

“Steve, what about this big one? It says, sorry boys, I’m taken when she’s at the office, and it’s enough to make her friends jealous,” Bucky commented, pointing at the rings in the case.

Steve shook her head, “She’s not like that, Buck. She doesn’t want a big rock; she wants something practical enough to wear to work and put away the bad guys, but pretty enough that she can show it off.”

“Sounds like you are in a real debacle, pal.”

Steve hummed, scanning over the many different styles of ring. He wasn’t an expert, but he knew what Peggy would like and not like.

“Hey, Steve. I am actually in a bit of a debacle myself.” Bucky confided, leaning against one of the ring cases.

“What about?”

“I got offered a position at one of the Los Angeles Fire Department stations.”

“You want to leave Brooklyn?” Steve questioned, narrowing his eyes at him.

"I don’t know, it sounds like a great opportunity. And, I kind of always felt like getting out of here, living somewhere else, and trying something new.”

“I get it, and there isn’t much holding you here besides your friends and family. I mean, who cares about them, am I right?" Steve sighed, shrugging his shoulders in defeat as he continued to search for a ring.

“I've already talked with them about it, and they think I should do it.”

“Wait, really?" Steve's head snapped to Bucky, and he nodded. "To be honest, Buck, I will miss you and Peggy will, too, but if it’s an opportunity you don’t want to pass up, then I think you should do it.”

"Really?"

"Yeah," Steve smiled, and Bucky pulled him in for an abrupt hug. Steve patted Bucky on the back a few times before they separated. "You just have to promise me you won’t do anything stupid out there.”

"How can I? When I’m keeping all the stupid here with you.”

“Are you gentlemen looking for anything in particular?” Steve looked up at the guy behind the counter. This name tag read Broker, and he probably had the best eyebrows in the business.

“Um, yeah, an engagement ring that is stylish but still practical and pretty.”

“You got anything like that,” Bucky asked, crossing his arms.

“I might have a few; excuse me for a second,” Broker nodded, walking into the back room.

“So when you find this ring? How are you going to do it?”

“At the public library.”

“I’m sorry, that old place,” Bucky chuckled, shaking his head. “I thought you would take her out to a romantic dinner and hide it in her dessert or in her wine glass."

“We met there, and it’s kind of symbolic in a way. And hiding the ring in dessert, do you know nothing about woman Bucky? Most women just want to eat their dessert, not make it a scavenger hunt and be a reason to break a tooth."

“Good point,” he agreed, pointing his finger at him. “I’m sure whatever you do, Peggy will love it.”

“Thanks, man.”

“Here we are, gentlemen. I found these three rings that are both elegant and practical.”

Steve stared down at them, and his eyes continued traveling to one. He picked it up with a small smirk on his lips and glanced over at Bucky.

“It’s perfect, pal.” Bucky grinned, patting him on the back.

“Did you end up proposing at the public library?” You couldn’t help the warm smile gracing your lips.

“Yes,” he nodded. “And she loved it. She said it was cheesy, but she loved it.”

“Any girl would.”

“Anyways, we got married at her family's estate. It was a small yet charming wedding. She wore this amazing dress, but my favorite part was the red lipstick she wore.” His face flushed at the memory, letting out a content sigh. “We ended up moving to Brooklyn after her parents helped us put a down payment on a small four-story home, and it was way better than any studio apartment we crammed into.”

“Steve, I don’t think I will ever get tired of this kitchen,” Peggy smiled, cutting some lettuce on one side of the island while Steve formed burgers on the other side. They were having a little housewarming slash Fourth of July Birthday bash for him.

Steve smiled at her comment as his eyes wandered around the kitchen. The cabinets were teal with a stony black countertop. The ceiling had exposed wooden beams, giving it a rustic flair. Three lights hung down over a wooden oak island in the center of the kitchen. It was a kitchen you would see in a home magazine, but instead, it was their kitchen. It even had two sinks, but he didn’t understand the purpose of them both. Although, he did enjoy the huge fridge and the amount of space in the walk-in pantry. It was a professional kitchen for two amateur cooks.

“If it wasn’t the kitchen that sold me on this house, then it was that huge bathtub in the master bathroom. No more all in one shower and bath.” She grinned, starting to cut the vegetables for the veggie plate.

“My favorite is the rooftop deck.”

“Of course it is--” she shook her head “--it’s gonna turn into a man cave up there soon. I mean, I did buy you that new grill for your birthday today, but I wonder what else you and the guys are gonna drag up there.”

“It won’t be anything too crazy.”

“That’s what you say now,” she winked.

“It does sound like a kitchen you’d see in a magazine.”

“Yeah.” His calming smile drifted away, leaving a frown in its place. “Remember when you mentioned the Arson Artist, Aldrich Killian?”

“Yeah, the guy that targeted first responder's families.” You nodded, not missing how Steve's jaw clenched at your statement.

“I wasn’t completely honest when I told you I knew some people that lost someone during his reign--” his eyes drifted to yours as he let out a deep breath “--my...my wife, Peggy, died in his last so-called masterpiece.”

You didn’t know what to say to him. His wife was killed, and a simple sorry wasn't going to bring her back or make him feel any better. Without hesitation, you reached out and grabbed a hold of his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. His eyes traveled down to your conjoined hands, and he interlocked his fingers between yours.

Steve remained silent, staring down at the coffee table. His elbow rested on his knee as his head rested in his other hand. Steve squeezed his eyes shut, lowering his head in his hand, resting it against his forehead. He let out a shaky breath, and you gave his hand another comforting squeeze.

"Steve, you don't have to tell me this if it's going to upset you. I understand better than anyone when it comes to talking about the messy things in life. You don't owe me an explanation," you explained, placing your other hand on his forearm. He turned his head in his hand to you, seeing his tearful eyes looking back at you. He sat up, rubbing his hand down his face and scratching at his jaw. He sniffled, staring back at you.

“I know that…but…um...I want to," He breathed, clearing his throat. “So..um...there’s this one day I kind of have engraved in my head, and as much as I try to forget what happened, I can’t. In my head, that day never changes and always has the same ending. The ending I hate reliving whenever I’m triggered…

Steve sighed, laying in his bed with Peggy asleep next to him. He looked over at her, noticing she was laying on her stomach with her head almost off her pillow, breathing heavily in and out. Her hair was sticking up in all directions and her mouth was slightly open. He loved waking up next to her and seeing this site before him. He smirked, reaching over to grab his phone, knowing he had a 24 hours shift starting in 5 hours. He wouldn’t get to wake up next to her pretty face tomorrow, so he decided to snap a picture to smile at tomorrow or to blackmail her with it later. He snapped the picture.

“You better delete that, or I will kill you, Steve Rogers.”

He chuckled. “Okay, yup, deleted.” He reached over, setting his phone back down on the end table.

“You’re a horrible liar." She looked up at the alarm clock and sighed, putting her head back on the pillow.

“You know what would be fun to do this morning?”

“Making me breakfast.”

“I can do that after,” he scooted closer to Peggy.

“Or you can do it now,” Peggy stated, not moving away from Steve's advances as Steve put his hand around her waist and flipped her over, so he was on top of her.

“I’m not going to see you for a full 24 hours.”

“I’m sure you have pictures.”

“Pictures don’t do you justice, Red Lips.” He leaned down, puckering his lips and waiting for her kiss. She rolled her eyes with a loud sigh, leaning up and giving in to his kiss.

After an energetic morning he made Peggy her favorite breakfast before taking a quick shower and getting dressed in his uniform. He came downstairs to see Peggy waiting for him by the door.

“If you didn’t have to go to work right now, I would take you upstairs for round 3,” she winked, giving him a quick kiss.

“I will definitely take you up on that offer if you’re up for it, Peg.” He wiggled his eyebrows, forcing her to laugh as he wrapped his arms around her. “Love you.” He leaned down and kissed her again.

“Love you, too, Steven.” She hugged him close.

“Stay safe.”

“I will.”

“The day started out like any other day, and there wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. A few calls came in about car accidents, heart attacks, and a grease fire at a local restaurant. And things were looking up with the Arson Artist case because the FBI brought in Anvil to help with the investigation. Around six that night, we got dispatched to a house fire in Brooklyn….”

“Alright boys, you know the drill,” Captain Phillips stated over their headphones. “It could be a house fire, but keep your eyes peeled for anything that looks suspicious.”

Steve looked out the window of the engine, and he realized this was the main road he took to work. His heart started to beat rapidly against his chest as he looked out the front window to see what street they were going to turn down. When they turned down his street, all the air left his lungs; his home was on fire.

The truck didn’t even come to a complete stop, and he was out of the truck engine. He sprinted towards his front door, tossing on his jacket and his helmet as he heard his Captain yelling his name, but he ignored it. He skipped up the steps he so casually walked down earlier that morning.

When he kicked the front door in, all he saw was flames. “PEGGY,” he shouted, coughing into his sleeve. “PEGGY.” He hid his face with the sleeve of his jacket, running inside. He squinted his eyes against the smoke, not seeing anything, but something dark in the kitchen caught his eye. He stepped over to the kitchen, coughing as his eyes watered from the excessive amount of smoke in the air. When he reached the kitchen, he saw her tied to a chair with her head hanging down on her chest.

His heart broke, putting her chin in his hands. “Peggy,” he cried, feeling his eyes start to fill with real tears.

Dum Dum came in and grabbed ahold of Steve, pushing him towards the front door, and Gabe cut Peggy free from the restraints, carrying her in his arms. Once Steve was outside, he ran to Peggy seeing her body weak, barely clinging to life. Gabe laid her on the ground, and Jim felt for a heartbeat.

“Starting compressions,” Jim stated.

“Please, please help her,” Steve cried, leaning down next to her. “Come on, Peggy.”

“Checking for a pulse, nothing. Starting compressions again.”

“Come on, Pegs. Please.”

“I got a pulse, but it’s faint. Let’s get her on the gurney and to the hospital, stat.” Jim and Dum Dum lifted her body onto the gurney and slid it into the back of the ambulance.

“Steve, go,” Dum Dum commanded. “We’ll do all we can here.”

He nodded, hopping into the back of the ambulance, grabbing a hold of Peggy’s hand. He brought her hand to his lips, and he cried, staring down at her. “I’m so sorry, Pegs.” Jim put an oxygen mask on her and a heart rate monitor clip on her finger.

“Man, it’s not your fault it was the Arson Artist,” Jim replied, and Steve shot him a quick nod.

He clutched onto her hand, not wanting to let go. He couldn’t lose her. They were just starting their lives together, and he didn’t know what he would do without her. They had so many things they still wanted to do: get weird hobbies, travel the world, start a family. She’ll pull through this; she has to.

“Almost there, Stevie.” Jim squeezed his shoulder, but he couldn’t remove his eyes from Peggy’s form.

He squeezed his eyes shut, realizing Peggy was going to be okay. They were going to get to the hospital, and she was going to make it, and he wouldn’t have to say goodbye.

Peggy’s heart rate monitor flatlined, and Steve’s eyes shot open. Jim went to the side of the gurney, pushing Steve out of the way, and administered CPR again. Steve’s eyes started to fill with tears once he realized his worst fear was becoming a reality.

The back of the ambulance doors flung open, and Jim shook his head. Steve grabbed ahold of Peggy’s hand once more and removed her oxygen mask. He cradled her face with one hand, holding on tight to her hand with the other. He stared at her, thinking it was all a dream and he would wake up to her smacking him with a pillow. He could feel his heartache with every shaky breath he took. He gulped, letting out a sob, running his thumb across her bottom lip. He leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on her cheek. “I’m so sorry, Peg.”

Your heart broke as a stray tear slid down your cheek, and you wiped it away. “Steve, I’m ahh…”

“I know." His tear-filled eyes flashed to yours, and he blinked them away, not giving them a chance to fall.

Without a second thought, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him into a hug. He was tense at first but then relaxed, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer to him. You heard him let out a sniffle, forcing you to squeeze him a little tighter. You rubbed his back, trying to keep your tears at bay but having little success. “Please tell me you still have that picture of her sleeping.” You could feel Steve let out a soft chuckle as he loosened his grip and pulled away from you.

“I do,” he sniffled, clearing his throat.

You eyed him, noticing the reminisce of tears on his cheeks. You grabbed the box of tissues sitting on the coffee table, taking a few, and handing them to Steve. He sighed, wiping the tears away, leaning back against the couch. He ran his hands down his face and tried to refocus.

“After everything happened, I was a mess. I didn’t want to believe she was gone. I hoped it was all a dream, but it wasn’t, and I blamed myself for not getting to her in time.” He paused, clearing his throat. “I was constantly thinking about the what if’s and the if onlys of what I could’ve done differently. Not like it mattered much because she wasn’t coming back,” he breathed, blinking away tears that started to form in the corner of his eyes.

“But it wasn’t your fault.”

“You’re right to someone else looking in, it wasn’t my fault, it was Killians, but I didn’t want to see it that way. I thought if I stayed mad at myself, it would somehow fix it, but I wasn’t in my right mind. I was hurting and pushing those who cared about me away. I was depressed but was too stubborn to admit it.

When I returned to work after my leave, my captain, Captain Phillips, declared me unstable and took me off active duty. He thought it was safer for me and everyone else if he put me behind a desk. I know he was looking out for me and wanted me to get better, but all I had left was my job, and he took it away from me.” Steve shrugged, running a hand through his hair.

“After about eight months, Phillips gave me an ultimatum. The only way I would be reinstated to active duty is if I talked to one of the department's assigned therapists at Ancient One and Associates.” He let out a deep breath. “It wasn’t so much an option as it was an order. I wasn’t myself, and I haven’t been. He wasn’t the only one who saw it, but my squad did too. Whether it was from seeing the bags under my eyes due to the lack of sleep or from my pants getting looser from skipping meals. I was numb, lonely, and my family and friends didn’t know what to say to me. I shut them out, even the ones who reached out and tried to help me. I didn’t know how to talk about it, I didn’t want to talk about it, and I didn’t want to let her go. I didn’t want this to be my new reality. I knew there was no other way for me to get around this by myself, so I decided to go to therapy.”

You remained silent as he paused, biting his lip, trying to figure out what to say next. He stared at the coffee table, and you couldn’t help but admire him. Steve’s been through so much, and you never would’ve suspected any of this with the way he carries himself. He seems so sure of himself and always has his feelings in check, but deep down, he has been through hell and back.

“When I first went to therapy, I thought it wouldn’t help me. On the first day, the Ancient One called me out on it, saying heroes are the ones who don’t think they need help, but sometimes they need it the most and are simply ashamed to admit it. She was right,” Steve mumbled with a half shrug.

“With everything that happened, I had a hard time accepting the truth and forgiving myself because I didn’t want to forget her. Peggy was so special to me, and I didn’t want to push her aside as if I didn’t love her anymore. I still did, and a part of me still does.” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and wringing his hands together in front of him. “The Ancient One helped me see things from a different perspective, and in ways, I never thought possible. There was one point when she reversed our roles, asking how Peggy would have responded if I was the one who died. To be honest, I never thought of it like that because I always wished I died with her, but when I thought about it, I know Peggy would’ve accepted it sooner than I did. Sure, she would’ve been emotional that I was gone, but I know she would’ve been strong for everyone else, and when she’d go home alone, she would grieve. Then, if Peggy ever found someone new, who cared for her like I did or more, I’d want her to get remarried. All I would want is for her to be happy.

After realizing this new perspective, I knew Peggy would’ve wanted the same for me. To be able to move on and be happy. So, I focused on getting better and going to therapy, which then got me reinstated to active duty. Things were looking up for the better, and I knew Peggy would be happy for me.

I even started reaching out to a few friends I shut out, one of them being Bucky. I hadn’t spoken to him since Peggy’s funeral, but I hoped he’d answer and accept my apology. We ended up talking at least once a week, and then he mentioned a job opening at his station in L.A. I saw it as a chance to start over, so I took it.” He let out a deep breath. “Don’t get me wrong, I loved Brooklyn, but it felt off after Peggy died, and then my mom passed away, which was inevitable because she had been sick for a while. But with all that happened, Brooklyn didn’t feel like home, it was just a city filled with traffic, noise, and crowds. I felt alone in a city filled with people,” he sighed, shaking his head, looking over at you.

“You make moving on sound so easy.”

“It’s not. It’s probably one of the hardest things to do; it takes time, and it’s about moving on from the past and living in the now. Before I came out here, I talked about everything and made amends with my coworkers, apologized to my friends for being so selfish, and said goodbye to my parents and Peggy. It took me a while to get to that point, but I’m happy to be where I am today.” Steve nodded, shooting you a closed-mouth smile.

“What do you think she thinks about you moving to LA and leaving Brooklyn?”

“She’d understand, and I know she’d want me to be happy and to try to move on from her. I know she’d be proud to see how far I’ve come, but she knows I’ll never forget her.” You reached out and took his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. He smirked, his eyes drifting to yours. “To be honest, I don’t think I’ve talked about Peggy with anyone I wasn’t paying.”

“Remind me to send you the bill,” you said, removing your hand from his and pointing at him.

He chuckled, “I’ll look for it, but mail does get lost quite a bit.”

“Can I ask what triggered you to tell me all this?” You asked, earning a quick nod from Steve.

“Today, I saw a husband watch his wife get carried out of their burning home. He cried, begging us to bring her back, not wanting to lose the other half of himself. He didn’t, but to me, it brought back the worst day of my life.” He turned towards you, staring into your eyes. “There is always going to be a trigger. It can either be a good memory or a bad one, but whatever happens, it’s nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about.”

Your eyes flashed to his, and you gulped, knowing he was referring to the wine glass incident. You nodded, “It's just every once in a while I see something or feel something that reminds me of him, and it triggers something in me, and I can't be pulled back.”

“I get it. You always hear time heals things, but the truth is ignoring it and not talking about it only compounds the damage and makes it worse. You’re hoping it fades away, but it’s always in the back of your mind, haunting you and reminding you of everything that happened. The Ancient One told me it is better to allow yourself to feel what you went through because pretending you’re not hurt is not the same thing as healing; it just prolongs it. We may have experienced a different kind of loss. I lost my wife, and you lost yourself. It’s a different scenario, but the advice is the same.”

“How are you so full of wise words?”

“Therapy helps and life experiences,” Steve nodded with a soft chuckle. “Is that cliche?”

“A little,” you smiled. “Both our lives have been pretty messed up, huh?”

“Maybe it's fate’s way of giving us a second chance.”

“If you believe in that spiritual mumbo jumbo sort of thing,” you snorted, making him roll his eyes. “Why did you decide to tell me about Peggy?”

“You see, there is this girl I like, and I felt like I owed it to myself and her to be honest about it since she shared her story with me. I wanted her to get to know the side I don’t share with many people,” he smirked with a tint of pink hitting his cheeks. He reached up, rubbing the back of his neck.

A sweet smile graced your lips, feeling a rush of heat to your face. “Well, she appreciates you telling her, and I can inform you that she feels the same way about you.”

“That’s good,” he cracked a smile, looking over at you with his blue eyes sparkling. “At least now I know I didn’t make a complete fool of myself.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” you chuckled, feeling his body vibrate at your side with a silent snicker. “Are you going to be okay with going back to work?”

“Yeah, I have a good support system there, and I know my team has my back. It’s like one big messy extended family,” he smirked, nodding your head in agreement. “Speaking of work, I should probably get back to my shift before another call comes in, and Carol wonders why this detour is taking me so long.” He winked, pushing himself off the couch.

“Yeah, you don’t want to get on her bad side.” You joked, standing up off the couch and following him to the door.

“Are you going to be okay?” Steve asked, opening the door and turning to face you. He furrowed his brows together, forming a small crease between them. “Are we going to be okay?”

“Yeah, we’re okay.” You nodded, your eyes drifting to the ground. “I’m getting a little better every day--” you shrugged, not wanting to talk about it “-- it just takes time, right?”

His hand lifted your chin and your eyes flashed to his. “I know you’ll get there.” He shot you a shy smile, brushing his thumb along your cheek, sending a rush of heat to your face. He dropped his hand, grabbing a hold of yours. “Remember, if you need someone to listen and is full of wisdom, I’m here for you. And don’t be ashamed to give therapy a chance; trust me, it will help more than you think.”

“Okay, hot stuff. I get it, “ you scoffed, shaking your head. “Stay safe out there.”

“I will. Have a good night, YN.” He brought your hand to his lips and kissed it, letting it go. You rolled your eyes at his gesture, but you couldn’t stop the smile inching its way across your face.

You watched him walk down the sidewalk to your front gate, and he turned around one more time, waving goodbye. You waved back before he opened the gate and it clicked shut behind him. You closed your front door and leaned against it, covering your face in your hands, and let out a loud sigh. Steve seemed ready to take the next step, but were you?

You walked back over to the couch, returning to your blanket and switching the tv back on. You picked out a random movie to watch, but soon it became white noise in the background. You haven’t been in a relationship since Billy, and to be frank, you were scared to give the whole relationship thing another shot. You and Steve joked about it, but you never thought it would actually happen. Even though Steve and Billy are two very different people, you couldn’t help but be reminded of all the negatives that could come with it. Were you even ready? Should you have even been hanging out with Steve? Were you leading him on? What if he did the same thing Billy did? With all the negatives that came to your mind, maybe Steve was right, maybe it was time to give therapy a chance.

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AN: Thanks for reading Part 13! If you haven't noticed yet, I'm all for angst, I don't like feeling it, but I like writing it!! This is probably one of my favorite chapters in this series because it's both emotional and tragic. I'm really hoping that while reading this part you fell in love with Peggy. Her part wasn't huge huge, but I hope it made you realize what Steve lost and how much she meant to him. Emotions, am I right!! Also, I felt doing the whole flashback thing for Steve would show the different relationship dynamic that Peggy and Steve had versus her and Billy's. Huge difference obviously, and I felt like it would be better to show how they communicated and acted towards each other rather then just talking about it. It's also why I went into a little more detail in the last chapter with Laura and Clint's relationship...again, showing the relationship dynamic. Sorry for that unnecessary ramble! 😂😂 Anyways, do you think she is gonna give therapy a chance? What did you think about Steves backstory? And do you think this slow burn will finally end, and they will finally get together or will it be just a little longer?! 😂 Comments always welcome, and until next week, thanks again!

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Ch.1: Depaysement: “The feeling that comes from not being in one’s home country; being a foreigner.”

Summary: When you’ve lost everything and try to run away from your problems, you keep finding a way back to the one person who completely understands. Can you make another person happy with a broken heart?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader Chapter Word Count: 3.9k Chapter Warnings: Slow burn, grief, fluff

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After the 2012 Battle of New York, you didn’t have anyone to tell you that you shouldn’t start working for Stark Industries. The United States government swore that less than a hundred people had died in Loki’s Chitauri attack on the city you called home, but the loss of both of your parents and your only sibling was still sitting like an anchor of depression on top of your chest. They hadn’t even been in the same buildings and thinking about those devastating hours sitting at home alone waiting for them to come through the door as the wireless network collapsed under the panic of the city still sent you into a week of night terrors. The blood never did wash out of your scrubs, one of the worst days of both your professional and personal life. Still, you didn’t blame the Avengers and thought that if anyone was going to stop the world from falling into that darkness again that it was them. If all you could do was patch up those few people skilled enough to save the world, you would manage your own emotions. Compartmentalizations, that was all you knew after that day.

It was your maternal grandmother, a reclusive woman that retired in Mallorca, that was all you technically had left. With no relationship between the two of you, it was easy to take up the offer to start working for Stark and the team, especially with how busy both Dr. Cho and Dr. Banner had been with their own research. The facilities in Stark Tower were far beyond ‘state of the art’ and you’d been given a team of androids and nurses that helped you build confidence in knowing what you were doing when, in terms of years of experience, you’d been an unlikely choice for the job. It was those years learning under great minds that you really flourished and in a few short years, had found a rhythm to your new normal. Work, apartment, study and practice technique; rinse and repeat.

There was more expected of you at Stark Industries than just the titles of doctor, surgeon, or even therapist. You kept your head down for years, expecting Stark to think he’d made a mistake choosing you. It was Dr. Cho’s encouragement that made you stand a little more straight, a little less invisible, a little more emotionally available. When the team came back from Sokovia with an entire hole through Clint Barton, Dr. Cho took him for tissue repair and you ran your checks on the rest of the team. To your surprise they weren’t in the common area, everyone dispersing and choosing their solitude, uncommon for a mission that should have been deemed a success. You found Natasha first, sitting in a room next to Clint’s. “Hey Doc, I’m all clear. Just need to know how Clint’s doing.”

Pulling up your stool you shook your head. “Nice try, jacket off.” She nodded and you worked her bruised arm to make sure there weren’t any fractures or sprains. “Dr. Cho seemed confident Clint would be fine. You know that as long as you clean up she’ll let you in there. Physically you’re good to go, but what happened out there. Everyone’s run off.”

Watching Natasha’s gaze fall, the swallow at her cottonmouth, and the brief silence it was obvious the injuries were different on this mission. “There were some enhanced kids working for HYDRA, she got in Tony’s head, banged Cap up pretty bad too. I’m fine and we got the scepter, but this one isn’t feeling like much of a success. I just have to process, I guess.”

“Well, I’ll have JARVIS pencil you in for a chat. If you’ve worked through it, great. If not, you’ve got me. I get it, really I do. He’s your person.” Offering up a soft smile you tapped away on the tablet. “Clean up so you can get to Barton.”

“Thanks, Doc. I took it pretty easy compared to Steve and Tony.” She trailed off, offering an apologetic smile before she slipped out of the door.

Pinching your nose, you asked JARVIS for everyone’s location in the Tower and the A.I. made you a map with little blinking lights. Captain Rogers was closest and you went into the gym quietly, hearing the sound of his fists lobbing into a punching bag. Quietly crossing the wooden floor, you knew that with his enhanced sense he already knew you were coming before you walked in, but it didn’t stop you from being cautious. He had swapped the suit for sweats and an undershirt and you could see the crusted over cuts on his bicep and forearms, the stain of blood on his wrapped knuckles. By the time you were within arms reach, tablet and medical bag in hand, he grabbed the bag to stop it from swinging into you. Sweat dripped down his forehead causing his disheveled blonde hair to stick to his skin and you lowered your gaze so you’d stop staring. He broke the silence first, “Did you already check on the others?”

For a moment you were tempted to lie, “Clint is with Dr. Cho. Nat’s patched up. Your turn now, Captain Rogers.” With a firm nod to the bench he surprisingly obliged. As you carefully took off the bandages on his hands, cleaning them up and wrapping them in fresh gauze, you asked about what seemed to have shaken the team up. “What did the enhanced agents in the field do?”

He stiffened, not just from the sting of the astringent on his cuts as you moved up along his arms. “The girl used some sort of mind control. Tony thinks it was a vision, but I got the brunt of whatever telekinesis she has. I’ve never seen anything like it before. The boy that got Clint was just fast, threw him off and he got hit.” Pressing one of Dr. Cho’s artificial skin patched over a deeper cut in his bicep, you took off your gloves and tapped away on the tablet before meeting his eye, wondering if he would continue. “Whatever Tony saw, it’s put some idea in his head and, well, you know how Tony is. There’s a lot of pressure to do things right, to get everyone home. I’m not saying I’m not used to it, but since I came out of the ice I’ve had it relatively easy working with SHIELD and the Avengers.”

A crease formed between your eyebrows as you looked up at him. “I know the feeling.” Letting out a slow, shaking breath you took his hands in yours, just for a moment, “Focus on what you can control, Tony’s not one of those things, but the team could learn from the mistakes made. You can make a training plan to better prepare for another run in with the kids. Until you’ve got that down, I’m sure you’ll be busy trying to find out who they are.”

Unless Steve had looked into the undoubtable file Stark had made on you upon your hiring, there was no way he knew you had lost your entire family years earlier while he was out avenging. Maybe he didn’t know you’d noticed he was a planner. He certainly didn’t know you were too or if he did, he wouldn’t know why. Both of you pulled away simultaneously, neither managing to look at the other. It was isolating, unintentionally so. The dynamics in the Tower between the team and everyone else that worked there made you feel like you had each foot in two different worlds; a stranger to the team in an even stranger land. To your surprise, he stood up and grabbed the scraps of packaging and dirty gloves, “I’ll heal up in a few days, so I promise to stay off the punching bag until then. If I need anything I’ll find you, Doc.”

It was exactly what he needed and proof that he was used to these doctors orders. Despite the job, you’d kept a low profile. None of them really knew you. You were at best ‘Doc’ and at worst completely invisible. You watched him do what the rest did after a check up, walk away without another word. Under your breath you whispered your name- seemingly the only thing you could manage to string together as you felt misplaced. It was worse than homesickness because you knew there was no home to go back to, no friends that knew your former self. Lost in your thoughts you almost didn’t hear the soldier softly repeat your name before tossing the trash in the nearest bin and marching out the door. It closed so loudly behind him you flinched.

Pulling up the map that JARVIS had made for you, you finished your rounds and slipped back into your office to fill out your paperwork, the equivalent of a debriefing report. There wasn’t much to write, not a single one of them told you what they’d seen and it was the psychological, not the physical injuries, Clint aside, that worried you. Your thumb pressed into the smooth metal of the two gold wedding bands that sat against your sternum under your scrubs, then across the links of the gold necklace that held them. It was in the unspoken images the woman had placed in Tony’s mind, the powerful scepter sitting in a lab in the Tower, and the near-loss of Hawkeye, all of it was too much at once for the team. You could hear Natasha’s voice saying she had to process that gave you the sense of being unsettled and separate from one’s place of belonging and it had you reaching for the tokens of your past.

Absentmindedly clicking away from the forms to your email you noticed a high alert message with a heading in Spanish. As you clicked, you tried to switch your tired mind into what had once been your first language but that you hadn’t used in deep conversation in years. Line by line you reread the message, thinking that what you read was simply lost in translation. Right when you were about to ask JARVIS to translate, the door to your office opened. Tony Stark never had the decency to knock so you didn’t know why you half expected him to not read your emails. “Stark, come to tell me what the kid put in your head?”

Tony leaned against the door to your office, whiskey in one hand which was more than a hint that he’d found his own way to cope with what he saw. He tapped on the tech on his wrist and projected an images of your grandmother, her villa in Mallorca, and then swiped to display medical records. “I’ve made arrangements for you to take some time off and handle everything with your family.”

Before you could scold him for reading your email or tell him that he shouldn’t be keeping tabs on you, your phone chimed. The screen lit up with alerts from various apps indicating a flight, Uber, and Airbnb were all set up for you. “Mr. Stark, you didn’t have to…”

“Ah, but I did.” He cut in, wagging his finger at you. “You’ve kept the team in one piece for years, this is the definition of doing the bare minimum. Come back when you’re ready, your job will be here. We might even manage to stay out of trouble while you’re gone.”

“I might actually buy that if it was coming from Cap, but you wouldn’t know how to stay out of trouble if you were given a manual.” Getting out of the chair and picking up your things you hadn’t noticed you’d been crying. Wiping the tears away when you weren’t looking you managed a soft, “Thank you.” By the time you turned around Tony was gone.

Walking the familiar path to the elevator you popped in your AirPods, keeping your head low as you waited for the elevator in case someone tried to stop you or ask you something personal. The doors dinged and opened and you were met with the familiar scent of bar soap and laundry detergent. Reaching for the garage button to see it lit up you pulled your hand back. “What happened to taking it easy?”

“Couldn’t sleep.” His voice was soft, but you kept your head down, music playing quietly in your ears, “What’s this song?” Pulling your phone out of your pocket you showed him the screen, uncertain if you could keep yourself together enough to speak, and ultimately not realizing that you hadn’t cleared the notifications from the screen when he asked with a tone of surprise, “You’re leaving for Spain?”

Fighting the burn in your eyes as your nerves seemed to insist on making you face the reality of this trip you looked up at him, only half way, talking to his chin instead of meeting his eyes, “Yeah, for my grandmother. I have to take care of… I won’t be gone long I don’t think.”

His calloused fingers lifted your chin forcing you to meet his eyes. The bright blue, the concern that melted into sympathy. “Cancel the Uber. I’ll take you to the airport.”

“You don’t have to do that. I haven’t even packed.”

“I want to,” His soft smile made you attempt your own broken smile, causing the tears to trickle down your cheeks. Despite never having a real conversation with you and knowing nothing about you, he wiped the tears away and gently squeezed your shoulder. “What’s easier for you, leaving your car here at the Tower or leaving it at home?”

You didn’t want to admit that the thing that would probably bring you home before the date on your return ticket was the team getting into trouble. “Leaving my car here.”

Giving him directions to your place proved to be an amusing distraction by the third wrong turn. Despite knowing him for three years, it was the first time you really saw him laugh. That melodic, deep laughter was contagious and you found yourself laughing into your hands to hide the ferocious blush that wouldn’t seem to leave your cheeks. With some relief you made it to your apartment and invited him in. “I just have to pack really quick.”

“I could help. Military made me a master at it.” His eyes were wandering over the place, hands in his pockets.

You didn’t need to look at him for more than a second to know that he had no idea who the people in the pictures were or that you’d lost them all. Your stomach twisted hoping he wouldn’t ask, so you thoughtlessly thanked him and led him to your bedroom, only partitioned from the living room with a vintage panelled wall divider. It was a relief you were almost never home, leaving the place fairly clean. Taking out your one small suitcase and your old canvas backpack from medical school you tossed them on the bed, “The longest I’ve been away from work was four days. I have no idea how to fit enough clothes in here.”

“Just set what you want to take to the side and I’ll get it in there. You should grab your toothbrush and computer, chargers and things.” He sat on the bed and picked up the backpack and suitcase, checking out the pockets as you tossed a handful of clothes onto the bed. You’d changed scrubs in front of other doctors and seen most of the super soldier, leaving you unfazed by the fact that he was now handling your intimates. Steve on the other hand was quickly becoming a warm shade of pink as he made quick work of the task at hand. “So...what’s the trip for?”

When Steve looked up from your luggage and reached for the item in your hands he knew immediately, as if he’d forgotten in the laughter on the car ride that he’d found you in the elevator fighting back tears. The black dress was formal but not flashy, a practical length but not something meant for an interview… and you knew that he knew as he took it and set it as delicately as he would have laid the flag of one of his lost soldiers in the hands of a mother or wife. “I just hope it still fits.” Turning away so he wouldn’t see you cry, you held your breath and rummaged through your dresser for something to wear to the airport.

As you pulled a tunic and leggings to your chest you turned around and smacked right into the super soldier. He didn’t hesitate to pull you right into a tight hug. “If you end up needing anything while you’re there just let me know. Anything at all, okay?”

You couldn’t be sure how long he let you cry into his shirt, but you knew it was soaked through when you finally slipped into the bathroom. With a glance at your phone you realized there wasn’t much time left to get to the airport, certainly not to shower. Cleaning your face and changing, you stepped back into the room to find him with his nose in the book you’d been reading that had been sitting on your bedside table, Heart Like a Window, Mouth like a Cliff. “Home is the place, for better or for worse, we learn to love.” You quoted as you picked up your backpack and put it on, “I haven’t finished it yet, but you can borrow it while I’m gone. I don’t think I’ll have much time for reading.”

He stood up and grabbed the suitcase, but not before tucking the book into the pocket of his coat. Both of you managed a smile and he looked around, “Got your passport, ID, and…”

“Yeah, thanks.” You nodded and patted the bag.

“Stop saying thank you for something you’d do if the shoe was on the other foot.” With one last look around your place Steve noticed the plants and a pet fish on the window sill. “Why don’t you leave your keys with me. I’ll check on your fish and water the plants, grab your mail.”

You hesitated, but it wasn’t as if you’d been home often enough to get to know your neighbors. Telling yourself that it was okay to let a coworker be nice to you, that this wasn’t anything like forming an attachment, you nodded and passed him your keys. “I’ll completely understand if it’s an assistant that ends up coming here, but, umm…” Catching yourself from saying thank you again, you stepped into the hall and watched him lock up a bit unnerved by how quickly he realized which key belonged to the three locks.

“You’re welcome, Y/N.” It was the first time you’d heard him say your name in full voice, close up and yet it somehow felt softer than it had earlier. You shuffled quickly down the one flight of stairs, but not before Steve took your small suitcase. Those blue eyes watched you the whole way, making you wonder if he thought you were about to snap.

From holding the door open to passing you the auxiliary cable and asking you to play the music from the elevator, the ride to the airport was fairly quiet. Periodically, a song would come on that would choke you up and you’d go to reach for your phone to skip it. Every time, Steve would grab your hand and give it a squeeze, waiting until you’d caught your breath before moving his hands back to the steering wheel. To your surprise he didn’t pull up to the drop off and instead parked and walked with you as far as the TSA would let him go, carrying your small suitcase and giving your hand a supportive squeeze every time you were asked about the reason for the trip overseas. Rather than saying thank you as you prepared to part ways, you cleverly thanked him in Spanish, making him shake his head disapprovingly. “Steve, you’ve been an absolute gentlemen through the hardest night I’ve had in three years. I know you said I would do the same for you, but I guess I never thought anyone at work knew I existed.”

Steve scoffed, “You’re a little hard not to notice. I’ll make sure you don’t feel that way when you’re back.” Your eyebrows furrowed, concerned he was going to scold the team or worse. “Don’t make that face.” He let out one laugh and shook his head and passed you his phone. “Here. I’m getting a lot better with the texting thing. Keep in touch while you’re gone... even if it’s just pictures of food so that I know you’re eating.”

You put your number in his phone and passed it back. “I’m not going to have a problem eating.” When you looked up at him, he seemed unconvinced. “I’m a doctor, knucklehead. I’m trained in the stages of grief.”

He nodded, but you both exchanged the sort of look that said you’d keep in touch anyways, thank you, and goodbye all at once. You wanted to hug him, but felt like maybe you’d used up all the proximity of a fresh friendship’s timer in your fit of tears in your bedroom. Looking back, glassy eyed as you prepared to move through the last line of metal detectors, you noticed he was still standing there, hands in the pockets of his leather bomber jacket as he watched you. Your chin quivered as you fought back tears. No one had stood by you through the loss of your family in 2012, now you didn’t know what you had done to deserve this, but you were eternally grateful for this man.

Your gaze felt to your feet as you fought back fresh tears and then, before you knew it, there he was, arms wrapped back around you, one hand rubbing your back and the other holding your head to his warm chest. He was saying something to the TSA agent but you couldn’t hear it over the fresh bout of weepies. Steve rocked you and then lifted your face in his hands. “What did I say? If you need anything, all you have to do is ask, okay? Don’t miss your plane. You’re going to get through this.”

Then, and you were certain he’d only done this to get your mind off the grief, he placed a kiss to the top of your head. You looked up at him as you slowly untangled yourself from the hug, his eyes stayed on yours but he stepped aside to let you go after another moment or two. You didn’t say goodbye or thank you, words seemed to fail you, and you’d have an entire plane ride to sit confused and overthink how this night hadn’t just turned into some crush on America’s most high profile bachelor. Nearly twelve hours later you made it to your grandmother’s home in Mallorca, emotionally and physically exhausted. As you collapsed onto the sofa, too anxious to roam through the house just yet, your phone chimed. “It’s Steve. I hope you made it to Spain and are getting some rest before you take care of your family. Thank you for the book, I really enjoyed it.”

With a sleepy smile you type back, “Finished already?!? What did you think? I made it. Resting is TBD...”

His reply surprised you, a quote from the book, and you fell asleep before you could muster one last reply:

We cannot know the remarkable velocity at which we pull each other, tear at individuation, until the distance between us curves and no one is themselves.

A/N: Thank you for reading! I would love feedback from you. As my followers know I have an obscenely demanding job, but I always try my best to keep you posted on if there will be a delay in a chapter posting. While I do keep Reader vague, I’m a Latina writer and I write fics I want to read.

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#steve rogers x you #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers fic #writer: writerwrites

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just-someone-who-likes-to-write · 3 years

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...Story Imagine...

((An AU with Loki a story Inspired by the movie "Tale of Tales".))

(Y/n) is the dear daughter of Odin and Frigga, the beloved Princess of Asgard, and only younger sibling of Thor. However, despite the title and the luxurious life of Royalty (Y/n) was saddened for her father never gave her the same attention as he does for Thor.

He refused her request of being skilled in fighting like her brother, and instead forced her to play music, ignoring the fact of her mother being a skilled fighter with the sword. When she asked to go to parties held in other Manors, in hopes of making friends, he again refused and instead hired more ladies in waiting for her and set up a party in the castlr where she was forced to stay by her father and mother's side while Thor had fun with his friends and was surrounded by women, Which lead to her latest request.

(Y/n) asked Odin that she wished to pursue love in hopes of marriage and happiness. But again Odin refused, and was even enraged by her request, which made the young princess run to her room crying.

Later that night Odin is berated by Frigga, telling him how he cannot keep their daughter close to them forever, how she is now a young woman who deserves to see not only Asgard and it's people but have friends and even lovers if she wanted. Wanting to please his wife but still refusing to let his dear daughter go Odin Comes and idea.

He brings his family together and tells them that he agrees to allow suitors from all 9 realms to come pursue his daughter's hand in marriage. (Y/n) cheers in excitement and goes to hug her father, Thor feels uneasy of the new of his little sister leaving him to marry some man, Frigga was the only one who looked at her husband with weary eyes. When she asked him further he revealed a request that only when it's met shall he accept his daughter to be wed.

Poor (Y/n) was too happy to ask first and immediately agreed and that's when Odin said, that he will put an item from his treasure room in a box and if the suitors guessed correctly what item is it then and only then will he let them take not only (Y/n)'s hand in marriage but also the item held within the box. Such news upsets both mother and daughter, while thor thought it would be good fun.

The word spread all over the 9 realms of the competition that Odin was holding and almost all came forward. First, it was only Asgardian Noblemen who guessed wrong each time, which upsets (Y/n) because not only did she see a few whome she fancied, or the obvious enjoyment in her father's face, but also of how unfair the game was. Odin's treasure room held many items and only few do the realms know of, not (Y/n), or even thor know how many items are in there, which means that no-one would be able to guess what they don't know.

Months pass, and even the creatures from other realms could not guess the item inside the golden box. By now they were just repeating guesses, Thor and Frigga tried to assure her that there was still a chance, while Odin only said how it was meant to be for her to stay here.

One day all Asgard is shaking in fear for the new suitor was none other than Loki Laufeyson, Prince Of Jotunheim, and with him came 3 frost giants as escorts. When they entered the throne room, everyone backed away in fear except for thor who came forward with his hammer demanding why are they here. It was Odin who stopped his son and told him that he allowed the Jontunheim Prince to try his chance. Both Frigga and (Y/n) who was hiding behind her mother were shocked of how much joy Odin was having from rejecting his daughter's suitors that he allowed their enemy's son to win his daughter's hand.

Loki approached the box and stared circling it, he observed with such thoughtful and focused gaze ignoring the murmurs that echoed through the throne room. When Loki tried to touch the box Thor stopped him saying it was against the rule to touch it.

Loki: "The box is forbidden to the touch?"

Odin: "Yes."

Loki: "is the item magical?"

Odin: "It is."

Loki: "Is the item one of your treasures from your glorious battles."

Odin, eyes narrowed: "......"

Loki just smirked knowingly, his eyes met (Y/n)'s, and if the princess wasn't so terrified she would hace noticed how his red eyes softened lightly before looking back to the all father.

Loki: "The item inside the box is none other than my people's relic which you had stolen..."

Frigga, Thor, and (Y/n) noticed how Odin suddenly had his calm demeanor, to those who knew him like his close family knew that it means he is troubled.

Loki: " the item inside the Box is... The Casket Of Ancient Winters."

Everyone looked to the allfather, waiting for him to deny it but after a long silence Odin clenched his staff and slamed it lightly to the ground, which caused the box to open, revealing the Casket. Shouts of protest filled the room, accusing the Prince of cheating that he didn't deserve their princess. Odin only lifted his hand stopping his people before saying...

Odin: " As King of Asgard I am forced to follow my own word...my daughter along with the casket are yours."

The frost giants started to cheer for their Prince. (Y/n) overwhelmed and shocked by this ran out of the room crying, refusing to believe that her father gave her away as if she was one of his things that he keeps. As she reached her room princess (Y/n) contemplated suicide but it was Frigga who came to stop her and comfort her, before saying how Odin was wrong for what he did but he cannot go back against his word.

Preparations were made for the princess to leave with Prince Loki. She saw how Thor started breaking everything is the castle in protest for his union, he even tried to take his sister away and forbid her from leaving with the Prince but it was Odin stopped him in fear of starting another war. As you bid everyone goodbye without sobbing for you cried all your tears already, Odin tried make rules but was stopped by Loki.

Loki: "With all do respect Odin, you have no rights to make demands or requests for the moment I was correct princess was already mine... And only she can make demands."

This caught you off gaurd for two reasons, the first was you didn't expect him to give you any right as his "Wife" and second, he didn't even mention the casket, which was already being carried by one of the giants along with your luggage. Everyone turned to you waiting for you to say something.

(Y/n): "I... I wish to still be able to visit my home."

Loki: "As you wish."

You probably should have asked for more but the shock of what happened today was too much on you that still being close with your family was plaguing your mind. Thor escorted you and your "Husband" to the Bifrost and all the way he kept throwing threats to Loki, promising great painful death if he dared to harm you in any way Loki just ignored him, saying "Yes" and "Of course." To entertain him.

In Jotunheim, it was very cold that you'd have freezed immediately if they didn't already supply you with a lot of clothes to keep you warm, you also notice that there wasn't a big welcoming like the ones you father would hold to Thor. As you continued to walk you could see from the distant the throne of Laufey surrounded by warrior Giants, which made you stop in your tracks with fear, Loki noticed that and instead of forcing your forward as you thought he placed a hand on your back which you barely felt because of the heavy coat and he whispered.

Loki: "I promise you on my honor that no harm shall come to you. They may look intimidating but will never hurt you."

Your eyes met his red ones and you saw the sincerity, which encouraged you to keep going. When you came face to face with Laufey, he went to this speech on how his son had made a fool of Odin and returned with not only their rightful relic but also his daughter as his wife, everyone cheered and you had to bite your tounge to not try and defened your father. He maybe did something unforgivable but he was still your father.

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From here on out the story would continue with Laufey wanting to take the casket and plan to conquer Asgard and other realms, but Loki stops him reminding him thay HE was the one who came up with the plan upon learning of the competition, HE was the one who went there and faced the allfather personally, That HE was the one who risked not only his but also the safety of a few of his people. That everyone including his father laughed at him because they never believed he would win.

Unlike his father, Loki doesn't want anymore war, that enough blood was sheed from both sides and he hoped that his marriage to princess (Y/n) would start an alliance between the two realms. Which was difficult because neither side wanted to submit first. When (Y/n) would go to Asgard Odin would ask he of the numbers of the frost Giants and how strong they were, when Loki I'd aslone with his father he'd try and remind him of the great advantage they have now.

There is a moment where Thor would come with his friends to try and "Rescue" you from Loki.

But during all that Loki would try and woe (Y/n) even using his magic to give himself and appearance of an asgradian to not only assure but be able to touch her hand and even kiss her in the future.

He'd let her learn to fight and hold a weapon because even the female giants were warriors, what's stopping his wife from becoming one. Because of the size difference Loki would personally be the one to train you. When you ask to be able to explore he would take you through secret passage to other realms so you may enjoy them.

That's all I have so far, but it will have happy ending promise.

#loki imagine #loki x reader #loki/reader #loki x y/n #loki/y/n

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deathbysatellite · 2 years

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Beaker Household: Week 1

TW: Mild torture, starvation, temporary character death

We start off the week with some interesting wants.

I’m so sorry Nervous, but you can’t move out yet.

STOP IT NERVOUS YOU’RE BREAKING MY HEART

For some reason, Loki wanted to hire a maid. Don’t think I’ve ever had a Sim roll that want before.

Unsurprisingly, Loki and Circe’s favorite hobby is science.

Nervous tried talking to the maid, but they didn’t really get along.

So instead, he invited over his only friend (so far), Pascal Curious.

The welcome wagon arrived shortly after, consisting of the Singles household, sans Erin.

Nervous finally showed his interest in Pascal, rolling wants to ask him out on a date, and flirt. However, being a Shy and Grouchy Sim, Nervous was not looking forward to being the one to make the first move. Never before have I seen a Sim walk with such a dejected look.

Pascal’s into it!

Circe managed to nab that promotion she was after.

Buy a massage table? Maybe.

Buy a sauna? No.

Buy a game costing at least $3000? Absolutely the fuck not.

I ended up buying her the massage table, only to forget about its existence.

Seeing Pascal passed out in his food, I decided it was time to send our guests home.

Just in time, too. Circe got a call from her friend, Abhijeet Cho, asking if she wanted to go downtown with him and a bunch of other townies. Nervous tagged along, and Loki was going to, but he decided at the last second to go do something else instead of getting in the taxi.

Circe had a good time with the group and Sim Bowl Lanes, while Nervous was off doing his own thing. “And what was he doing?” you didn’t ask, but I’m going to pretend you did anyway.

Jumping on the couch, and bathing in the sink of a public restroom.

While everyone was waiting on the taxi to come take them to Cold Issue Clothing, Nervous started arguing with Benjamin Long, only to then be picked on by Kennedy Cox.

The reason for being here is that Circe, surprisingly wanted to buy new clothes and some jewelry. For a Sim with literally 0 interest in fashion, she rolled the “Buy New Clothes” want a lot. And I’ve never come across it before this household.

Eh, that one’s not bad. I decided to let that be her shirt for colder seasons.

Their needs were super low upon coming home, so I decided to make use of one of the Eclectic and Enigmatic Energizer they had lying around. I was a little worried it might backfire on Nervous, since his aspiration meter was in the green, but one of the things that makes the Sims 2 fun is the risk involved. Luckily, the machine worked.

Circe then rolled a want to gain a skill point, so she’s practicing creativity with the SensoTwich Lie Finder.

Once that want was fulfilled, she rolled the want to buy new clothes again, despite having already done so that day. I wasn’t kidding when I said she rolled that want a lot.

Loki ended up with Family as his secondary aspiration, and rolled a want to have a baby. This attempt was not successful.

That’s what you get for stomping on roaches, Nervous.

Despite having no logic skill points, Nervous managed to successfully create some medicine for his flu, instead of accidentally creating a mysterious disease.

Finally managed to fulfill Circe’s want to spy on her neighbors. Mortimer was not enthused by the idea of being spied on, and ran all the way over from Pleasantview to call her out on it.

“Be Saved From Death” You know what? Sure!

Loki’s really upset about the roaches.

Nervous randomly started arguing with Circe. I know it’s because he’s a Grouchy Sim, but I like to think he’s finally starting to stand up to the Beakers.

I was too impatient to let Nervous get better on his own, even with the medicine shortening the duration he’d be sick, so I had him make some Grandma’s Comfort Soup to cure him.

But he immediately got sick again. Turns out that, since he ate an entire bowl of soup, he was in one spot long enough to drop a flu token, which he picked up again. Also turns out that Sims don’t need to eat the entire bowl to be cured. So he ate a couple bites from a second bowl and was cured properly this time.

Nervous invited Pascal over that night, where he shared his first kiss with him.

Only for Pascal to immediately go home. Awkward.

Slow down Nervous. Maybe take Pascal on a date first before proposing.

Arthob showed up to the lot randomly, and I found out that she’s a wolf, because she fulfilled Loki’s “See a Wolf” want. Loki also keeps rolling wants to become a werewolf, and I read that befriending wolves attracts the pack leader. Good thing Nervous gets along very well with her.

Olive Specter called, asking if her son, Nervous, was available to talk. I had Circe say no, even though Nervous wasn’t busy, because I feel like that’s something she would do.

No thoughts. Head empty. Only rage.

I checked his relationships panel, and he was furious with Nervous, but for whatever reason, whenever Loki thought about how angry he was with Nervous, his thought bubble was blank.

Arthob showed up again that night, and Loki surprised me by rolling a want to play with her.

I also read that laying out bones that were dug up while looking for treasure attracts wolves, including the pack leader. So, I’m putting that to the test.

Uh ... not what I was looking for.

Circe had formed a group, consisting of her, Loki, Erin Beaker, Meredith Lillard, and Abhijeet Cho. Loki invited them all to 94 Road to Nowhere, but since he doesn’t know Meredith or Abhijeet well enough, Erin was the only member of Mitochondria to show up. Still, I managed to get the meter up to “Fun”, so it’s not a total loss.

It was at this moment that I remembered the massage table I bought for Circe two Sim days ago. Only to forget about it again.

Erin, no! Don’t fall for the Unsavory Charlatan’s tricks!

ERIN!!!!

The next morning, Nervous and Loki get into an argument. I genuinely can’t remember who initiated it, but judging by the poses, I think it was Nervous.

All three Sims rolled a want to go fishing, so they took a taxi over to Hunter’s Park.

Nervous’ first catch ended up being a boot.

Ah yes. There’s nothing quite like fishing to the sound of amateur musicians.

Deciding he was done after catching one fish, Nervous left the lake to go chill out on a park bench.

He then rolled a want to influence someone to clean. The only one he had a chance of convincing was Circe. And it worked. She not only cleaned up the plates from the hotdogs, but also cleaned the restroom toilets and sinks.

Top 10 Photos Taken Seconds Before Disaster.

Loki did not react well, and poked Sophie Miguel in retaliation.

While digging around for bones, Nervous managed to find a map for Twikkii Island. Well, I know where Nervous and Pascal are going for their honeymoon!

Nervous’ next attempt at digging was not so fruitful.

The rest of that day, and much of the next, was spent trying to starve Circe in order to fulfill her “Be Saved From Death” want. This was not a pleasant experience for me, as I don’t like hurting my Sims.

You better not fuck this up, Loki.

YES!!

Circe has ended up being one of the Sims that’s surprised me. Bella Goth turned out to be really into robotics. Dina Caliente ended up being a nature lover who wanted to start a family. And Circe? She constantly wants to buy either ceiling fans (I’ve bought them three so far), or a really expensive electronic device they can barely afford. Normal Fortune Sims also roll wants to advance in their careers, or to earn money, but Circe pretty much just want to buy expensive stuff, with the occasional want relating to her secondary Knowledge aspiration (hence wanting to be saved from death).

As much as it pains me, I figured I should at least try to have the Beakers live up to their backstory as evil scientists performing unethical human experiments. Even though I know none of these objects work that way, gameplay-wise, I also know that’s what’s supposed to be going on story-wise.

That night, Nervous asked Pascal out on a date to 88 Road to Nowhere.

Gee, I wonder what could be going on in there.

Guess who said “yes” when Nervous popped the question!

His happiness came to an end not long after returning home, when it was Circe’s turn to be an evil scientist by stealing his skill points with the SimVac.

Very early Saturday morning, I finally hear a lullaby jingle from these two.

Turns out, the alarm clock affects the Environment need. Not just that, but it will be lower the closer you are to it. It’s the little details that really make this game!

Circe finally started rolling wants to increase her skills again, so she’s working on her mechanical skill for her job.

Erin randomly showed up to the house to hang out. Most likely to hang out with her brother, but Loki’s at work, so Circe’s doing it instead.

It may look like they’re not getting along, but they actually were.

“So, how’s the ‘psychic’ business going?”

Nervous ignored everyone in favor of studying fire safety.

Despite having fairly high logic skill, Loki managed to contract Mysterious Disease twice in one night. The first time, I flipped a coin and it landed on heads, so he had some Grandma’s Comfort Soup. The second time, I decided to let it be up to fate, and quarantined him in the guest bedroom. He had a “Be Saved From Death” want, anyway.

Early Sunday morning, Circe gained the first baby bump.

Nervous gained enough enthusiasm in Cuisine to serve chips & dip, and earned a magazine subscription.

Well, that was easy. It wasn’t even noon before he was healthy again.

Arthob stopped by again, and I’m really tempted to let Nervous adopt her.

That afternoon, Circe invited the Mitochondria group back to 94 Road to Nowhere, and this time, everybody showed up. Circe and Meredith hung out with each other, whle everybody else chilled in the hot tub.

Dude, that’s your wife you’re talking about. The outing was going well for a while, but then Circe’s aspiration meter decayed to gold, dropping the outing meter from “Fun” to “Boring”.

And Circe closed the week with a reminder of how much of a challenge it is to manage a pregnant Sims’ needs.

#sims 2 #ts2 #gameplay #long post

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imagine-loki · 3 years

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Blushing in His Colours, Chapter 29

TITLE: Blushing in His Colours CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 29 AUTHOR: fanficshiddles ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki being a Daddy Dom, his adores and loves his little, worships the ground she walks on. She has vaginismus, but he couldn’t be more supportive with her. RATING: M

‘What’s happening?’ Mia asked as she walked into the main living room one day.

Most of the team were there, Tony, Steve, Natasha, Wanda, Thor and Maria.

‘We are conducting some interviews for a trainee to help out in the lab with science stuff.’ Natasha said.

‘We’ve narrowed it down to a few. The best candidate is on his way, he has good credentials. Is ready to start ASAP too. Hopefully he will be a good fit and mean we don’t need to drone on through any other interviews.’ Tony sighed, stacking some papers to the side of him.

Mia smiled and took a seat at the other table, booting up her laptop. She had just taken some pictures of Loki and Clint doing some training outside, to upload to social media.

She was so engrossed in her work, that she barely registered when the guy came in for his interview. He was sat down and talking with Tony before Mia registered his voice…

Glancing up, she only saw the back of his head because of where he was sitting, but she still recognised him. She felt her stomach drop, like she was about to be sick.

Quickly putting her laptop in her bag, she stood up as quietly as possible and made a move for the door. As she passed him by, not looking at him so he wouldn’t see her face, Tony stopped her.

‘Oh, Mia. Would you mind hanging around, I’ve got a good feeling about this guy.’ He grinned at the applicant, who was very impressive so far. ‘Would be good to get a profile done.’

Mia’s eyes were wide, she tried to keep calm as she looked at Tony. But that’s when the guy recognised her.

‘Mia? Little Mia?’ He asked, smirking.

Mia cringed and turned to face him. She forced a smile. ‘Hi, Liam.’

‘You two know each other?’ Steve asked.

‘Yes… We used to date.’ Mia said quietly, trying not to look at anyone directly. ‘I uhm, have to be somewhere, I’ll catch use later.’

Liam scoffed. ‘Always running away, timid and shy Mia. Needing someone to hold her hand, to protect her.’ Liam said as he leaned back in his chair cockily and folded his arms over his chest.

Suddenly the rest of them weren’t so keen on his attitude change all of a sudden.

Mia ignored him and turned to head out.

‘I’m surprised a needy baby like yourself has managed to get a job here with the Avengers.’

Mia stopped dead, feeling rage bubble up inside her. Yet also fear and sadness. She glanced back over her shoulder, glaring at him.

‘Do the team know? How you’re so uptight you can’t even relax enough for sex. That you need someone to look after you, because you can’t look after yourself. It won’t be long before you leave here, in search of a Daddy. Because you can’t cope alone.’ He smirked.

‘That’s enough!’ Tony said to Liam. ‘This interview is over.’

Liam laughed. Mia felt tears brimming in her eyes, she turned around to fully face him. Wanting to say something, anything. But she couldn’t find the right words and she felt so humiliated, especially on front of the others.

‘Aww, has the little baby got nothing to say?’

‘Enough! Get out!’ Tony said angrily as he stood up.

‘You better leave before Loki gets here.’ Steve warned him.

Liam scoffed. ‘Loki? As if he would be dating her.’

But then Mia noticed Liam’s eyes widening at something, or someone, behind her. She heard heavy footsteps coming in.

Loki.

He looked absolutely murderous as he walked into the room, in his full armour from being out training. His eyes were locked onto Liam, nostrils flaring as he moved in behind Mia.

‘She has a Daddy.’ Loki snarled low, sliding a hand to the back of Mia’s neck, stroking her softly to let her know she was ok.

But she couldn’t help the tears that fell down her cheeks. She couldn’t take it anymore and ran out of the room.

Loki started to cross the room towards Liam, taking large, threatening steps. Liam was already shaking in his boots as he scrambled up to his feet, knocking the chair over, he quickly picked it up and put it back under the table. He moved back, away from Loki, with his hands out towards him.

‘L… Look… I… I was only joking. Pl, please… Don’t hurt me.’ He whined, backing away until he couldn’t go any further because of a wall. He was right to be scared, as he had seen the drone footage of Loki, so knew what he was dealing with. Heck, he wouldn’t want to be on the wrong end of any of the team, really.

‘Loki… he’s just a pathetic boy, who clearly enjoys humiliating women. He’s not worth it.’ Thor said to try and calm Loki down.

But Loki was angry. No, he was furious.

Stopping a few feet away from him, Loki put his hand out and curled his fingers inwards as if grabbing him. Liam gasped as it felt like a hand was actually around his throat. He put his hands up to his neck in a panic, gasping for breath. Loki raised his hand up and Liam moved up the wall, flailing his legs about.

‘Loki!’ The rest of them said, but they didn’t want to try and stop him because of how angry he was.

‘Loki, stop! Mia needs you to comfort her, not to get into trouble for killing some worthless idiot.’ Tony said desperately.

Whilst part of him wouldn’t have actually minded if Loki killed the little twerp, he didn’t want to deal with the aftermath. And he knew it would cause trouble for Loki. Which was the last thing he would need, Mia too.

Loki knew the others were right. So he tossed Liam across the room, hurting him but not killing him, as he went flying into a book shelf, breaking it.

The God stormed over to Liam and loomed over him as he cowered on the floor, curling himself up and begging not to be hurt.

‘If you ever show your face here again, I will make sure to end you.’ Loki growled.

That wasn’t a threat. It was a promise.

Steve and Tony then rushed over and hauled Liam up to his feet, to escort him out of the building.

‘What he said’ Loki started to say to the others.

‘Just go comfort Mia!’ Maria said as she ushered him away.

Loki knew they wouldn’t care what was said, they didn’t care what happened behind closed doors. The subjects he touched upon certainly wasn’t something that was to be ashamed of anyway. They knew Liam was bang out of order.

Tony just couldn’t believe the sudden change in his attitude. But he was glad they’d seen it now rather than after hiring him.

Loki found Mia in their room, she was curled up in the corner crying. Loki went straight to her and pulled her onto his lap, comforting her as he rocked back and fore.

‘Shhh, shhh. It’s alright, sweetling. Let it all out. He won’t hurt you again, I promise.’ Loki hummed, kissing the top of her head.

It took a while before Mia felt able to speak. She looked up at Loki, he wiped her tears away and smiled down at her.

‘I’m sorry.’ She whispered.

Loki frowned. ‘Why are you apologising? You have nothing to apologise for. There aren’t enough words to describe that despicable imbecile. I should’ve crushed him while I had the chance.’ Loki growled angrily, but he quickly composed himself. ‘Being a little and having vaginismus is nothing to be ashamed about, he is the one who should be sorry for taking the mickey out of you. I’m guessing he never understood about vaginismus and didn’t understand your needs?’

‘No… He got angry that he couldn’t have sex with me, which I think probably made it worse. And he found me far too needy, didn’t like how clingy I was. I tried not to be, but I couldn’t help it. Then he found my diary and read about how I wanted a Daddy Dom.’ She said quietly.

Loki kept stroking her back, he cupped her chin and tilted her head up to him.

‘You are who you are, and he doesn’t appreciate that. He is not worthy of any of your time, none at all. Please, don’t let him upset you. It seemed to me that he was perhaps surprised that you’re working here, where he wants to be. He’s jealous and went on the attack.’ Loki nuzzled her nose with his own.

‘Maybe… But, now the others know. What will they think?’ She gasped, getting nervous again.

Loki pressed a gentle but firm kiss to her lips, making her melt a little.

‘You’re mine. I love you. I am yours. That’s all that matters, sweetling. Anyone who dares to say anything otherwise, I’ll rip their head off.’ Loki said with a low growl against her lips, making her heart flutter.

She started crying again a bit, but not from sadness. Because she knew she was truly loved by Loki.

After comforting her, Loki made love to her. In their own way, with his cock between her thighs, rubbing against her. He marked her, biting her neck and sucking hard, to make sure there would be a mark for everyone to see. He felt very possessive with her, more than normal. It was still intimate and tender though, Loki always managed to make it work.

Not only was Mia’s body exploding in pleasure, but her heart was exploding with love, too.

#Loki #Lover #Submitted fic #submission #Blushing in her Colours #fanficshiddles #chapter 29

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"When mortals and gods meet" | A Marvel mini fic with OCs

This is an alternate time where Loki isn't a threat to Midgard anymore, and everyone survived Endgame.

Thank you @starselfships for lending me your oc Eid for the story!

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"Just make sure to say hi. You don't have to start a conversation with any politicians." Tony Stark reminded his adoptive daughter, Eden, who was tweaking with a piece of machinery in her personal lab.

The teen sighed in annoyance as she looked away from her work. "Can't we just stay here?" Eden groaned as she pointed to her classmate and boyfriend, Peter Parker.

"You can come back after an hour or so into the party. Besides, Thor and Loki are coming too, and they're bringing someone along with them. Now be careful and don't spill oil over your dress." Tony insisted as he finally walked away after being notified that the first guests arrived.

Peter laughed and stood up. "At least Thor's coming!" He cheered. The blonde god was like an uncle to them, always telling them stories about his battles.

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Loud chatter and laughter filled the living room. It smelled of fine wine and the band Tony hired didn't fail to entertain everyone.

Everyone seemed to have a great time except Eden.

"What's wrong, Eid?" Peter asked with concern as they sat down by the bar.

"It's always the same loop ever since we entered high school. Parties and being offered scholarships or internships just because I'm Tony Stark's daughter." The girl sighed "I'm sick of it. I just want my own lab to mess around like he does."

Despite the top floor being flooded by people, the world seemed to fade away, leaving the two teenagers alone.

"Well, I'd say you're doing a pretty good job so far. Never allow anyone to ruin your day." Peter smiled as he slid a bubbly coke towards Eden.

She laughed. "Heh. Thanks."

Just then, distant thunder rumbled into the night sky. Eden and Peter smiled wide because they knew the god of thunder had arrived. They ran outside towards the helipad Tony used as a landing base for his suit and greeted the newcomers.

"Thor!" Eden cried.

"Welcome back!" Peter chimed in.

The blonde, muscular man smiled down at them as he placed down Stormbreaker. "It's great to visit Midgard again."

Behind him appeared an equally tall, but slim figure. The god of mischief himself, Loki!

He grinned. "I see you two are united as ever."

"I don't remember midgardians being this...small." A female voice pointed out.

Everyone turned their heads towards a sharp featured woman with brown hair and eyes as silver as a razor's edge.

"They're younglings, Sigrid. Not adults yet." Loki chuckled, walking towards her.

"Actually, we're what us humans call teenagers." Peter corrected with a squeaky voice.

"Come on, let's go inside. I'm sure Tony would be happy to chat with you boys." Eden guided everyone inside, drink clinking at hand.

~~~

The party quieted down to a sweet jazz and chatter turned to murmurs.

"So, Sigrid, how do you know the Odinson brothers?" Eden tried to make small talk with the outsider.

The tall woman smiled awkwardly and parted her lips. "Well, we all know the famous story of how Loki stabbed Thor after turning into a snake, right? I witnessed the whole thing. It was pretty hilarious."

The pair listened attentively, snorting at the last sentence.

"I mean no disrespect, but..." Peter stuttered "From what we were taught so far about norse mythology...we never heard of you."

Sigrid was a little taken aback by the comment, but brushed it off quickly. "Oh, that's because I'm not a god in the first place. I was born a Light Elf, and when I finally discovered my true birth identity, it was too late. I was already an adult. Freyr, the god of harvest and my adoptive father, confessed I was abandoned at birth but he and his wife took me right in."

"Then how are you immortal?" Eden asked, pushing her bar stool closer.

"Easy. I was fed a golden apple as a child so that if the sacred oak tree of the light elves was cut, I wouldn't die with it." The diety choked on her words as the memories came back in.

Eden gasped. "Oh my..., we're so sorry! We didn't mean to intrude in your personal life!" She apologized.

"No no, it's okay. At least I got him now." Sigrid chuckled as she brushed off a stray tear from her left eye.

"Him? Who's him?" Peter questioned as he looked around the room.

The woman didn't answer. She just stared straight ahead and did a shy smile as she looked towards none other than Loki. He was having a rather lively conversation with Tony Stark.

"Oh, I see what's going on here. You like Loki!" Eden teased with a smirk.

"Oh shush. Of course I don't." Sigrid tried to deny the teen's statement, but her bright blush gave everything away.

"You don't what, my dear?" A deep voice creeped down her spine, making Sigrid shiver. Loki had managed to sneak up behind her and snake his arms around her waist.

Sigrid turned around and stood up, crossing her arms.

"May I have this dance before we leave?" The god of mischief asked as he bowed down, extending a pale hand.

"Of course you can, Loki." She smiled joyfully as she took his hand, following him to the dance floor.

The teenagers watched them leave before Peter had an idea.

"May I...May I dance with you?" Peter stuttered as he pulled at his suit's collar.

"Yes you may." Eden giggled as she playfully pulled from his red necktie onto the dance floor.

"Hey, hey!!! You two, keep it below PG-13 please!" Tony warned, then returned to talking with Rhodey. Most likely something about Tony throwing too many parties just for fun.

~~~

I hope you guys enjoyed my story! Likes, shares and reblogs are always appreciated! 🐍💚

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#marvel #avengers #the avengers #loki #loki odinson #loki god of mischief #romantic f/o #asgard #loki self ship #loki self shipper #self ship community #loki fanfiction

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readysetstarker · 4 years

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so, i’m guessing i’m in for an “ugh, finally” from a follower or two. i’ve been busy, gone through some very personal stuff over the last couple of months that made writing a near-impossible task for me. thankfully, i’ve mostly made it through. so sorry for such a long wait, my dears. i hope y’all enjoy.

also, much love to @quellthefire for, well, pretty much everything over the past few weeks. she knows everything she’s done for me. it’s why i specifically waited for her to return from work to post this, lol.

i’m sure some people have changed usernames or had blogs deactivated, and if you have, please PM instead of replying so i can fix your url on the tag list! i know it’s taken me way too long to get this part out, and a lot has happened since last september. sorry to make y’all wait.

Tag list: @loki-iwanttobeking, @strawberryparkers, @hoe4parker, @deliciousflapbanditfarm, @idontfeelsogoodmrspock, @srrnnrrs, @carttorchdeatth, @starkerhowlter, @starkeristhenameshippingismygame, @awesomeimportantfan, @itsjustmeowrooh, @starkravingspiders, @subverbaldreams, @this-starker-hoe, @moderndayqueenofscots, @prettyboy-parker, @sadbumblingmess, @winter-starker, @afreckledfairy, @lunakir, @parleroumourirr, @mintystarker, @starkerfics, @starkerprince, @mystarker, @aoifelaufeyson, @consciencecoward, @shinycreatoroafbonk, @themanandthespider, @jokesonme9000, @silkystark, @superpaperclip, @betteraskremus, @justallydavis, @marvel-shxt, @loki-helmet, @urfavisastarker, @haysend, @outlawbiscuits, @xmissemilyx-blog-blog, @silverloveless, @hereforagoodtimenotalong, @zoerayne2426, @kkomusume, @ardett, @seriouslystarker, @starkerprince, @shipperofalltheships, @morgoona-stark, @momobaby227, @idfuckanymarvelperson, @lltrashll, @richieleeparker, @haylove5, @katieb968, @xlace-babyx, @multi-fandom-fucker, @narutoyaoifan, @thatmarvelstan, @shinytoy, @allie-lyre, @country-cowgirl-101, @heyimstarker, @kiaorastarker, @nymeriasutcliff, @hoeforthegays, @ironspiidey, @annoyingcatto, @another-starker-hoe, @isomnelyswear, @starker-3000, @donttellanyoneitsmebabe, @peachbabytarte, @paintingbellarke, @pixiedragon99, @starterrrrrrrr, @pankade, @procrastinating-porcupine, @book-reviews-by-titch, @scared2death2live, @leatheronplaid, @untold-royalty, @kittycake574, @rk800puppy, @nerdylocksandthethreebears, @ikneelbeforemygod, @bipolarlatinx, @amazingness666, @fandombitchs-blog, @love-is-not-an-option, @starkerflowers, @theatrekidwithissues, @babygirl-barnes, @rebel13lion39, @cherrygoldlove, @casnovak88, @princess-parker, @blue-birb-blog

Warnings: peter is 19. anxiety attacks, mentions of a student/teacher relationship. nothing nsfw here. saving that for later ;)

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Peter read the email over and over again, heart pounding like an uncontrollable jackhammer, and willed it to be fake. Some part of him hoped that maybe Flash had gotten ahold of Professor Stark’s email, gone through his computer, and sent it to throw Peter off. The things Flash had done and said to him back in high school, Peter wouldn’t count Flash out of doing something so… cruel.

Regret to inform you that your services as a teacher’s assistant will no longer be needed, the words said, each letter like a knife in Peter’s chest. Thank you for your interest in the position, but a more qualified candidate has been chosen to replace you. I’m sorry for any inconvenience this change causes...

He couldn’t bring himself to read the rest. His blood went cold, even as his heart pounded so hard he briefly thought it would jump out of his ribcage. This couldn’t be happening. He could just close his eyes and count to three, and everything would be fixed, right? Right?

Peter hastily clicked out of the window and began pacing his room. He chewed on a nail until it broke. What was he going to do? What was he going to say? He had already told May he had an announcement to make at dinner; she was expecting something good, if the way she was humming and singing to herself in the kitchen was anything to go by.

The last thing he needed to brag about was losing the position.

His fingers were moving across his keyboard before he could properly think. Pulling up the email again, sending Professor Stark a reply filled with apologies for anything and everything he had done wrong, and refreshing the page four times within the span of two minutes. Hopefully, Professor Stark wasn’t one of those teachers who didn’t respond to their emails.

Peter paced his room and refreshed the page until May’s voice finally floated in through his doorway, “Dinner’s ready, Pete! I don’t think I burned it this time.”

Peter’s heart jumped into his throat. He’d have to tell her.

The smell of definitely-burnt meatloaf clung to Peter’s nostrils when he entered the kitchen, a hazy, smokey fog hanging over the apartment. May stood at one of the windows in the living room and used a copy of The Daily Bugle to waft it out into the night. She brushed her dark hair out of her face with her free hand and offered him a weak, guilty smile.

“Okay, I lied. It’s a little charred. But I won’t be offended if you want to scrape off the black bits.”

Peter offered her a weak chuckle and went to set the table. He nervously ran his thumb over a chip in one of the plates while May abandoned her task of fanning out the smoke, but she left the window open. A gentle breeze and the smell of Queens at night joined them at the dinner table.

The meatloaf was dry and tough, but the vegetables she had cooked to go along with it were nearly perfect. She did tease him about how much salt he put over them before she took a sip of her water and cleared her throat. “So,” she started, and Peter didn’t feel very hungry anymore. “What was your big announcement? I’ve been dying all day, since you texted me at lunch.”

At lunch, I still had a job, he thought bitterly, buying some time for himself by chewing thoughtfully on a stalk of broccoli.

“Oh, yeah.” Peter swallowed and, wow, his tongue was ridiculously dry. Had he put too much salt on his food this time? No, he hadn’t, but he liked to think that it wasn’t his fear and anxiety making his tongue stick to the roof of his mouth. “It’s, um, it’s not—”

“Is everything okay?” May asked, and the concern in her voice made his chest ache. “I know finals are coming up. Are you doing okay in your classes? Do you need help? You know, we have that retired chemist upstairs; I’m sure she wouldn’t mind tutoring you if I baked her a pan of my walnut brownies. She was asking for some the other day.”

“No! No, I’m doing fine in my classes. My astrology teacher actually made me exempt from taking the exam because I have the highest grade in the class.” Peter’s teeth dug into his cheek. “May, it’s about the teaching assistant job.”

“The what?” May perked up, eyebrows rising to her hairline. “What job? When did you apply?”

“Didn’t I tell you?” May shook her head, food forgotten, completely entranced by Peter’s next words. “Oh, um, the teacher of one of the dual enrollment classes I took in high school was hiring a couple of assistants for next year. I applied for it.”

Her face lit up; Peter could see the excitement in her eyes. His stomach dropped even further as she leaned in with a grin.

“Did you get it? You got it, didn’t you? Wait, when did you even apply? Why didn't you tell me you were applying?” she asked. Each question came so quickly Peter didn’t have time to answer. She was practically vibrating in her seat.

Fuck.

What was he supposed to say to that?

“I, um, I did my first training for it today,” he offered.

It wasn’t a complete lie, not a lie at all, but it still didn’t feel right watching May cheer and jump from the table so forcefully that she knocked her chair over. She didn’t seem bothered about disturbing the neighbors with the noise. May rushed around the table and threw her arms around his shoulders. Her kiss to his cheek was met with no protest.

“Oh my god, I’m so proud of you! Did you enjoy it? Does it pay?” she asked, and quickly followed it up with: “Oh, that doesn’t matter. What matters is that you enjoy it. And that it doesn’t get in the way of your school work.”

Peter just nodded as she kissed his cheek again and ruffled his hair. “We have to celebrate! Oh, I have moose tracks ice cream in the fridge! Bought it on a whim. What excellent timing, though!”

May didn’t seem to notice the strain in his smile as she placed a noisy kiss to his forehead and abandoned her half-eaten loaf for fetching the ice cream from the fridge. Peter let the smile drop from his face the moment she was back in the kitchen, twisting his fork on his plate, a piece of tough and overcooked meat speared on the end of it. His appetite, already struggling, made itself non-existent now.

He had to do something to save himself the embarrassment of owning up to May. He couldn’t disappoint her, not with how excited she was, and how she politely (and, almost embarrassed) asked him to assist with rent.

The cherry on top of his horrendous night was calling Tony, hoping maybe he could distract himself or ask for a fitting punishment, one of the ones Tony dolled out when Peter really wanted him to be mean. His first call was cut short, barely making it to the third ring before an automated voice told him his call couldn’t be completed.

He tried again, hands shaking, heart jumping into his throat, hoping the operator on the other end wouldn’t judge or laugh at his desperation. She was monotonous as ever, but that didn’t stop his mind from supplying every little possible laugh and mocking word she would have said once he was no longer within earshot.

Waiting for Tony to pick up his second call was even more nerve-racking than the first time, and the rejection hurt that much more. He didn’t bother listening to the message again, shutting his phone off and tossing it to the end of the bed.

Peter’s eyes stung and the back of his throat ached.

He pretended to be content when he forced himself under the covers, hiding his face as he went to sleep with damp cheeks.

—

Peter had spent his entire morning building up the courage to confront Professor Stark. He had barely managed to focus enough on his psychology professor’s lecture to take decent notes, couldn’t eat due to the anxious churn in his stomach making him sick, and had to calm himself down from the edge of not one, but two meltdowns in one of the bathrooms in the social sciences building.

He needed to do this. Not just for him, but for May, for both of them to be able to stay afloat.

The landlord just raised their rent. He couldn’t afford to be passed over for the position.

So he struggled with his focus on classes, managed to avoid setting another fire in a chemistry lab for the second time that semester, and somehow didn’t drive himself completely insane. His leg bounced like he had four springs embedded into his heel during the last twenty minutes of his biochem class before they were dismissed, and he was the first student out the door.

He had practiced what he was going to say, his arguments on why Professor Stark needed to keep him, planned to cover any lingering doubts in his abilities. Sure, he only took the 101 lecture, but he was a quick learner. He could still assist with other lectures, if given the chance to study them beforehand.

And catching the older man off guard in his office played well in his favor, until Professor Stark gestured to one of the chairs Peter stood between and told him plainly, “Sit down.”

His argument, his perfect defense of himself, was shattered. Peter blinked, mind still trying to catch up with the sudden halt of his thought process. “What?”

With a nod to a specific chair, Professor Stark continued, “Sit. You want me to tell you why I cut you loose, right?”

Peter practically threw himself into the chair, flubbing over his, Yes, Mr. Stark. This is what he needed, to know where he went wrong, know what he needed to improve on. If it meant going home with six of Stark’s textbooks or a bruised ego because of the man’s infamous harshness, Peter was fine with that. He could take a shot to his ego.

He expected a little criticism.

What he didn’t expect was Professor Stark to clear his throat, lean over his desk, and fix him with a smirk before saying, “Okay, kitten. I can do that.”

Peter’s brain grinded to a violent halt. The words registered. His brain still refused to process them.

His first thought, once he could actually think, was That’s inappropriate.

Peter’s face pinched together with a mix of confusion and distaste. He’d heard horror stories of college professors who wanted sex in exchange for perfect grades, or internships, or anything else a student might need to progress academically. Mainly, he’d heard stories from female students, not male students.

Maybe Professor Stark was one of those teachers, and Peter had given him a bargaining chip by confessing just how serious his situation was. There was no way Peter was going to sleep his way into the position. He valued his pride more than that.

Peter had already thought of running to his advisor and making a report of Stark’s coming onto him, when the voice ran through his head again. The words played on repeat, a familiarity clinging to his tone—

Peter’s heart dropped into his stomach.

Tony’s smirk deepened, but there was no pleasure in it. Mirthful, he leaned back in his chair and rubbed at his trimmed goatee with one of his hands. The other drummed on the arm of his chair as he waited for Peter to say something.

Peter’s tongue stuck to the top of his mouth. Speaking was a struggle, but somehow he managed to work out a few words, “Oh, my god.”

Tony laughed. His Tony. He looked… less than happy to see him. “You gotta understand the kind of predicament I’m in, yeah? This whole thing we started isn’t, well, good for either of us now.”

Peter’s face burned; he was sure that Tony could see him turning red all the way down to his neck.

He wished he could focus. He wished he could nod along and agree with everything Tony was saying, but God, it was so difficult to do any of that when he was staring Tony right in the face. All of the faces, the bodies, everything he had fantasized about when they weren’t talked could never have lived up to the man sitting in front of him. Even the grays in his hair were different; they lined his temples, as expected, but there were strands strewn about in the hair he had so carefully styled up and back.

And his voice was just as distracting as it was through a phone speaker.

Peter needed water. Was the A/C in Tony’s office broken?

“Um. Yeah,” he said, still slowly processing Tony’s words. How had he managed to work for the man earlier without getting distracted? Sure, the man’s voice had sounded familiar when he first heard it, but hearing the confirmation that he was exactly Peter thought of when he was at home—

Home. Shit.

“But!” he started, nearly jumping from his seat. Tony started at his outburst, eyes wide and brows high on his forehead. “But, Dad- Um, Tony. Stark. Sir. Professor Stark, please, I need this position. I’ll do whatever you want me to if it means keeping it.”

“Dangerous words in our current situation, kiddo.”

Peter scoffed. “It’s not like anyone knows.”

Tony clicked his tongue and grimaced.

“Who?” Peter asked, the blush in his cheeks fading to white.

“Dr. Strange.”

“Shit.” Peter put his head in his hands, rubbing patterns into the back of his eyelids. That was exactly what he wanted to hear. Not like he had Dr. Strange’s class the next day, or the following week until finals. How was he going to look the man in the eye now?

He shook his head; he’d cross that bridge when he came to it. Tomorrow, at 10 AM.

“Is…” Peter paused. How would he word this? Slowly, he figured, as he started speaking again, “Is what we’re doing... Is that the reason you want to fire me?”

“Pretty much,” Tony answered with a nod. “There’s only so much tenure can save my ass from.”

Peter swallowed, pretended that the low dip in his stomach wasn’t there. Firing Peter to save himself. Suave, handsome, but an asshole. He sure knew how to pick them.

“So, let’s stop.” Tony’s brows rose again. “The whole, you know, phone thing. The relationship. Whatever you want to call it. I need the job more than I need, um, that.”

Silence. Tony stared at him, face now a blank slate, eyes boring into Peter. He wished he could tell what the older man was thinking, if for nothing but to ease his anxious, pounding heart. His face felt hotter still. He was pretty sure he was beginning to sweat. Tony should get his A/C checked.

God, Peter wished he would speak already. The silence and scrutiny were killing him.

Tony’s hand came up to his goatee again, rubbing at his stubble and covering his mouth in the meat of his palm.

“Sound logic,” he said. His hand dropped from his face with a shrug. There was another moment of silence as Tony chewed on his lip and seemed to ponder over Peter’s words. “You really want this job?”

Peter had to push his hair out of his eyes from nodding so vigorously. “Yes.”

Tony tapped his finger on his desk a few times. Peter half-considered leaping over it and demanding an answer.

“...Fine. It’s yours. On one condition.” Tony held a finger out to him. “You do not use this situation against me, in any capacity. I mean it, no extortion. I’ll fire you immediately.”

“Got it.” Peter nodded. He certainly wasn’t planning on it; it was the last thing he would ever tell anyone outside of their situation. He was dreading Strange’s next lecture. That was already exceeding the amount of people he wanted to know about them.

“Good. I look forward to working with you, Mr. Parker.”

Peter failed at hiding his grin, and he wanted nothing more than to reach across Tony’s— Professor Stark’s desk and throw his arms around his neck. The word Daddy almost slipped from his mouth again when saying his thanks. He caught himself, rushing out of the teacher’s office for his next class. He was already late, but he didn’t care.

He still had the job. At this moment, that was all that mattered to him.

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Back in his office, Tony ran his fingers through his hair and sighed.

God, he was so fucked.

#starker #ironspider #peter parker x tony stark #my work #phone sex au #god finally #it feels like it's been ages #the chapter count has gone up now ;)

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ninjakitty15 · 3 years

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Chapter 22: Deader is Better (Loki x OFC Pairing)

It was exactly one day before the greatest holiday of all time, and not just because I was the most powerful I'd ever be that year. The streets were packed with people, every parking lot was booked solid, every parking space even, residents were even renting out some of their spaces for pocket money. Loki and I helped out Zari with her little store in exchange for letting us crash at her place, Loki was both surprised and delighted by how accepting people were of him even after asking if he was who he was. I explained to him that while the country as a whole has a longass way before it can be completely progressive and welcoming, Salem, being one of the first historical places here that destroyed itself in fear and intolerance, was probably the first to turn that around. It went from burning, hanging, crushing, and torturing people that were considered different and therefore dangerous to welcoming the different and weird as one of their own. No one even cared he took over New York, what they saw was an alien army attacking the city and a god that brought a bunch of heroes together to stop them.

"If Asgard were still around, I wish it had a city like this, celebrating magic and welcoming the weird as you'd say," mused Loki.

"Isn't there a realm entirely like that? Where the Light Elves live?"

"Look at you, trying to learn my culture," he teased. "It was where my mother learned magic and passed it onto me, yes. But we didn't go there often enough for me to call it another home. Most of the time, if we went anywhere it was to beat the natives into submission thanks entirely to Thor."

"For all the advancements your people had on us, the technology, the magic, the fuckton more years in a lifespan, you're not that far off in some idealogies from us. Rarely does peaceful methods end a dispute between peoples. Oh sure, there's been tons of times we tried that, it rarely works in our favor though. Peaceful rallies or marches are usually ended with police brutality they claim is the right way even when they're throwing tear gas grenades at unarmed civilians, tazing random protesters they later claim as dangerous, or just blasting them with high pressured firemen hoses. It always ends badly, with injuries, false claims, and injustice. I'd seriously love to meet Odin just to tell him he ain't special."

Loki smiled at this and kissing the top of my head. "I shouldn't be proud of you despising him like I did, but I am anyway. I am glad you met my mother in some form though, I had a feeling she'd like you."

"She told me to trust you and that in doing so, you'd stay with me as no one else besides Thor if even that, has trusted you since you came here indefinitely. A lonely existence that is, everyone keeping you at arms length. I can understand that, outside of Salem, skin color alone is an excuse not to trust someone, people see someone that looks like they're past their expiration date like me and they go running. Hell, even hair color or skin ink can keep you from getting jobs here, we're still an extremely regressive country. Not worth saving anytime soon."

"Then why bother?"

"Because unfortunately I'm one of the idiots inhabiting it with no way to some place better."

"I asked Thor why he fought so hard to protect this speck of a planet once, don't recall him giving me a good answer but yours shall suffice, if nothing else, because you're part of it."

"Whoa, hold your eight legged horses, you really don't need to do that...at all. Just find a way out of here if we can't at least save this city, the Avengers can handle this planet and if they can't...well at least they tried right? We don't need to get involved when neither of us signed any kind of hero contract like they did."

"You sure?"

"I'm not just sure...I'm HIV positive."

"You'd have to be alive to contract that disease and I'm not quite sure it would transmit to something already dead."

I opened my mouth to retaliate but something else stayed my tongue for a moment, something felt wrong, unnatural even. "Listen...do you smell that?" I asked curiously. Loki didn't get a chance to answer as a great surge of necro-power struck me full force and I was sent flying back several feet away, breaking several trees of the park we were enjoying till then along the way before my back slammed against a particularly thick one and I stopped flying. A dull pain exploded from my chest mere inches from where the stone was protecting my important bits and cool black blood lightly dripped from my lips. I looked down at where the pain came from and blinked in surprise.

"Oh look I've been impaled," I mused before breaking off the branch sticking out of my body and stepped away from the tree behind me. I looked for the source of the power surge and glared as I spotted the culprit walking toward us.

"Are you hurt?" asked Loki warily.

"Just a flesh wound," I assured him, gathering power from behind into my arms and fists. "You might wanna sit this one out though."

"No no, let him try," the attacker taunted as he got closer to us.

"I knew I smelled something rotten in the wind," I muttered. "What is it this time? First the heart, now the brain rotting away, would make sense if it was you that sold us all out."

The man before us glowered at me then flashed rotting, blackened teeth, while for the most part he looked alive, he was essentially rotting from the inside out. "You aren't the only one with a stone organ, my head will remain just as much as your heart does till I rip that out of you."

I arched an eyebrow. "Lemme guess, one of your Hydra buddies was a brain surgeon or so he claims. They all think themselves doctors of something that organization, not one medical degree posted when I was with them though, kinda makes you wonder."

"They don't need doctors for corpses," he snapped.

"You sure you're not braindead? Cuz I'm sure coroners and morticians both require a medical degree to be licensed with the job."

"Have a few run-ins with those folks have you?" he sneered. "You know the best part about you was at the very least being a warm body at the end of the day, now you don't even have that."

I snorted at his attempt to insult me. "Oh hun, the best part of you ran down your mother's legs. You gonna bark all day, you little bitch, or are you gonna bite?"

He held his hands to his head and another ball of smoke and lightning came hurtling at us but this time it was aiming for Loki at breathtaking speed, he was essentially pulling an Azula on me thinking I'd either let Loki get hit or take it myself but I saw his Azula and raised him a Dumbledore, telling my guiding spirits to yank him away from the path of the ball as I wouldn't be fast enough to help myself. I waved my hand toward Loki and he was suddenly swept aside and away from the direct battle ahead. Loki scrambled to his feet, a dagger in each hand and returning to his battle armor swiftly, glancing at me in shock. I mouthed a sorry to him before focusing all my attention to the rotten necromancer in front of me.

"Targeting what's mine isn't your best move when you really don't need to give me more motives to decapitate you than you already have," I warned.

"I know he's your weakness though. I want to see just how weak he really makes you," he sneered. "If what doesn't kill you makes you strong, what about when you're already dead."

"You're well on your way to finding that out yourself, hun. I can help answer that for you though." I thrust out a hand and black lightning flew from my fingertips. My rival managed to shield some of it with his own magic but as he wasn't a demi god the impact of that much power still sent him flying back. I didn't wait for him to get up though as I charged at him with a ball of power around each fist.

He rolled away right before I could punch in his head and destroy the stone inside it and got to his feet as I stood up, charging at me as I straightened up so we were suddenly toe to toe trying to kill each other. For a solid few minutes it was just dodging and exchanging blows and balls of energy before he decided to get sneaky and tried to slash me with his ceremonial dagger hidden in his boot. I dodged it just enough to not actually cut me but it did do some damage to my hoodie which had me glaring at him as I loved my hoodies. From there, it was throwing either each other, balls of power, or punches at each other with him occasionally trying to throw power at Loki who quickly learned to keep an eye on his attacks as much as I was without interfering, this wasn't his fight anymore. The ground around us was starting to look barren and dead from the effects of our powers used against one another, the grass brittle and brown. We both paused for a moment, both battered and frustrated neither of us were getting the upper hand with what we were doing.

"Why won't you stay down?!" he demanded.

I scoffed. "What is dead can never die. What's your dilemma here? What did Hydra even offer you to make you switch sides?"

"A chance to be something greater than this, the other necromancer, to be a demigod."

"And how's that working out for you?" I asked in bemusement. "They aren't higher powers, they're hired powers, there's a difference. There's no cutting corners on that one, ask nicely or die trying. How did you know where to find me? On the plane?"

"I had a spook tail you, not all the spirits are on your side you know."

"The good ones are, the rest are usually locked or exorcised so kudos on finding one of the select few willing to help a brother out."

He narrowed his eyes at me, collecting powers as he did. "If I'm not given what I want, then I'll have to take it myself just like I did with the other necromancers that went against me."

"And that's why no matter where that stone is surgically implanted in you, you will never be one of us, going against your own kind for something you'll never get." I lowered one hand to the ground and reached into the earth with just death magic alone, calling for something very specific as I waited for him to make the first move this time. "Especially not from me."

"And what makes you so special?" he demanded.

"Come here and find out." He lunged forward, taking the bait and I dropped to one knee at the last second, dodging his power-fist at the same time a rotted hand burst from the ground with my own dagger I snatched up and sliced into my enemy's rotted guts. He stumbled back, his free hand going to his stomach as he was weakened but not done for, the stone keeping him barely alive inside him. "Almost seems pointless since you're already decaying inside."

He looked at the wound I gave him from my dagger and glared at me as it was already speeding up the process. "You little cunt."

"Let me guess, you're gonna kill me, right? Join the line of people with empty threats they never finish."

Black lightning danced around his head and down to his body, staving off the spreading death from reaching his neck but not healing the blade wound either. "Should I rip out your soul first or your stone?"

"You say that like you've actually gotten the upper hand in this fight but who here has the unhealed wound and who here has survived worse?" I retorted.

He sneered at me with his rotten teeth and lunged forward once more but being the slimy little bastard he was, pulled his dagger apart so there were actually two identical ones and threw one at my leg while making a bee line around me with the other dagger at Loki. I gritted my teeth as the dagger hit its mark in my thigh and not wasting time even to take it out of me, threw a power ball at him from behind so he couldn't dodge it and sent him off his course to my lover. I then took out the dagger in my leg and limped over to the bastard despite the agony burning through the entire limb. I didn't wait for him to get up and kicked him hard in the head right where I guessed the stone was before aiming for the wound I gave him with my blade. "Silly asshat, kicks are for ribs." His snapped under my leather boots. He tried to throw the other knife he still had at Loki but I caught it this time and dissolved the twin dagger like I did the one in my leg. I grabbed him by the throat, lifting him up, and slamming into another park tree while holding him in place.

"You really wanna know why you can't kill me after all this time?" I challenged.

"You don't scare me, Nell," he choked out.

I recalled what the Wiccan seer had told me and let go of everything holding me back. "I can fix that. You can't kill a Horsemen." A different kind of power rippled throughout my body, not necromancy, but something stronger, eternal and deadly and incomparable. The entire arm and hand holding him up was skeletal as was half my face and that's when fear started to leak into his. He fought and wiggled in my grasp, trying to pry my bones off his neck but my finger bones just dug in deeper while he kicked at me. I raised my free hand, also all bones, and went for his head, aiming for the stone still managing to keep him alive when his throat was slowly being punctured and torn. And then the world seemed to pause, everything went silent and still, everything was frozen even including most of me as I couldn't seem to reach the stone in his head but was poised to grab it out of his forehead. And then something else happened, something that only happened to me when something very specific was coming. I got what Peter Parker would call the "the Peter tingle" and chills ran up and down my body despite the whole lack of nerves and feelings thing I had being a skeleton.

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A Soul To Own

Characters: Original characters, Loki, Thor, Natasha Romanov, Many more characters from the avengers!

Summary: Zandra Garcia is one of S.H.I.E.L.D. academy's brightest students so naturally she got accepted into S.H.I.E.L.D.'s institution, her mission is to guard one specific lunatic who tried to bring the end of the world way too many times, will she succeed or will she fall into one of his traps? Well, one way to find out (more tags will be added as the story continues)

Word count: 2289

Warnings: none unless you’re triggered by the end of the world and imprisonment!

A/N: this is work in progress, and it’s part of a series so expect more spams about it

Credits: viking - polarr filter by me, photos from Pinterest

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Her suit was clean and ironed, her boots shiny and new, the tie was placed correctly, her hair was tied in a ponytail, she looked perfect for her very first day at S.H.I.E.L.D. the infamous Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division, the top of her class at the S.H.I.E.L.D academy, from a long line of agents, she was the pride of her family or so she will be, her goal was to follow the steps of her idol, Natasha Romanoff. The only woman to ever be classified with a level ten clearance.

With confidence she walked, following the lines of many newly hired agents, they were led to a grey hall with the logo of S.H.I.E.L.D. and pictures that documented their greatest projects, such as The Avengers “greeting bright new faces, you are the top of your classes, the best of the best, the elites, isn’t that right?” everyone nodded, smiles drew on their faces “well, wrong! You are nothing, jokes, insignificant in this establishment! Do you think you know it all and that you are bright and glistening just because you passed few exams? Well, boo-hoo, to be someone you have to earn your place in here, so until then the only mission you will have is to receive this damned envelop that contains your new name and assignment!” the woman yelled.

“Someone forgot to take their chill pill this morning” one of the agents besides her whispered, a ridiculously less attractive version of Agent Steve Rogers, she thought, with the personality of an asshole “You got a problem young man?” the woman in charge yelled, he smirked “no ma’am, just telling my fellow agents how privileged we all are to be aided by the infamous Agent 23, the most talented of them all” she rolled her eyes, at his comment, did he really expect to win over agent 23 with sweet-talking? She was a professional, just like her.

Eleven agents they were, and Agent 23 went through them all, her name was left to the very last, Zandra Garcia, she put on a sly smile as she went to take her envelope, thanking agent 23, the other dismissed the gesture, all of her colleagues were already ripping theirs off, but her mentor had said a true agent never reveals their mission, unless it’s for their superiors, she walked to a distance, hearing how her colleagues were excited about their level three and four clearances and their important tasks and missions, she was beyond ready for her clearance, perhaps a level six maybe, for acing her combat skills and espionage classes? Or level five like her father for acing her science and researches classes!

She stood at a corner isolated, and gracefully opened the side of the paper shield, pulling the clearance card first “Level two?” Zandra screamed in horror, what does a level two agent do? She pulled out the paper of duties, she was on prison watch, this must be a mistake, it has to be, she ran to Agent 23 and showed her the clearance card “this can’t be right! I’m on top of my classes, and very skilled, I can’t be a level two! Everyone’s told me I’d at least be a level five!”, “What a braggart” the guy from earlier said “and a loser apparently” one of the level four females said, the group laughed, but Zandra was too petrified with her result that she couldn’t find the humour in their words “are you saying that the system that hired many great forces made a mistake Agent 69?” Agent 23 asked, making the crowd laugh even more.

“No, but-”, “but nothing, we work as a full-body, if you think you can’t handle the task handed then do your self a favour and escort yourself to the eraser chamber, other than that, the prisons are in the 24th B floor” she replied with so little interest, leaving the poor, used to be confident agent filled with frustration, she nodded, giving in, what else she could do? Her parents would be so upset if she quitted S.H.I.E.L.D., They are a family of agents since the beginning of time, her ancestors were agents under Queen Mary Antonette, and some tales say their line was even longer than that, she can’t disappoint them.

With no choice left, Zandra Garcia made her way to the elevator, thinking WWNRD, What Would Natasha Romanoff Do, she’d fight, she’d prove her worth and earn the higher lever clearance, she wouldn’t give up, so neither was Zandra, she gave herself a pep talk as the elevator descended to the 24th B floor, 24th Below Ground Floor, then the beep sound came, making her walk out of the thing, she forgot to look at the beauty of the institution through the glass elevator, she forgot to check the rest of her envelop for her inter-communications device, and laptop handling chip.

None mattered to her now, she just wanted to get the day over with it so she can return home and cry “excuse me, I’m looking for someone to assign me duties?” Zandra mumbled hopelessly as she walked through the hall and ran into a man in black “that would be me, I’m Agent 57” he introduced, offering her a hand “I’m Zandra Garcia” he raised a brow at her “come on newbie, didn’t they teach you how to introduce yourself properly at the academy?” she rathered not to introduce herself the way she was taught, her number was embarrassing, everything about this was embarrassing, her parents will call tonight expecting perfection, yet here she is, with a level two clearance, they’ll probably hand her a broom and tell her to clean the prison just to add to her humiliation.

“Agent! We don’t have the whole day!” he snapped “Agent 69” she mumbled embarrassed, he raised a brow “The daughter of Bella and Fernando Garcia, top of your class, I expected more from the agent I specifically requested” he said with disappointment, she frowned “I don’t get it?” he scoffed “of course you don’t if only you haven’t been mopping around! Follow me Agent” he requested then started to walk, Zandra followed with curiosity, nothing made sense to her anymore.

They stopped at a dungeon labelled A345, a man with a collar around his neck was sitting on the ground, eyeing them bored, he had black hair, pale skin, deep blue eyes, and the face of an angel, she felt her heart pondering, but he was a criminal, a dangerous villain, in the academy they were taught that prisons that were placed in A cellars were the most dangerous, only high profile criminals were put there, but all of that aside, she was a professional agent, therefore, she put her pathetic feelings of having a crush aside and gave all of her attention to the black man in black “Agent 69, meet Loki, the god of mischief, son of Odin, brother of Thor and a complete psychopath!”

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aquaticalay · 5 years

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Bad Liar (Tony Stark x Daughter! reader, Peter Parker x Stark!reader)

Summary: Ever since Tony became Iron Man, he’s been preparing his daughter for his death, but is he prepared for her death?

Word Count: 3000+

Warning(s): Death, very slight mention of sex, Spoilers for the Iron Man trilogy, Avengers, Age of Ultron, and Infinity War

Genre: Angst, fluff

Note: Reader is 17 in infinity war, the same age as Peter

Inspired by ‘Bad Liar’ Imagine Dragons (lyrics in italic)

Oh, hush, my dear, it's been a difficult year And terrors don’t prey on innocent victims Trust me, darlin', trust me darlin'

Tony was young and stupid when he had you. He was still a playboy, a different woman in his bed every night. One night, he forgot to use protection, and he had you. You were an accident, but Tony never viewed you that way. To him, you were a gift. He wanted to be a great father. Your mother, a reporter that Tony had brought home that night, died while giving birth.

Tony raised you, his little angel. He loved you, more than he loved anyone. You were the stars in his skies, the driving force that made him who he is today.

When he first met you, you were so little in his arms. You weren’t crying, you wee smiling, as if you knew who he was.

Sure, at first he struggled at being a new dad, but it didn’t take him long to get hold of it. Despite being busy, he was very surprisingly very attentive. He was there when you said your first word, he was there when you took your first steps.

It was clear that you were going to be smart, maybe even a genius, from early on. At 7 months you said your first word, ‘Dadda,’ and Tony cried happy tears. He had swung you around the room, “That’s right, kiddo” he said, “I’m your dadda.” At 3 years old, you could read, and at 4 years old, you were able to do double-digit multiplications. It was clear now that there was another genius in the family. He decided to homeschool you, hiring only the best tutors to teach you.

It’s been a loveless year I'm a man of three fears Integrity, faith and crocodile tears Trust me, darlin', trust me, darlin'

When you were seven, your life changed forever. You woke up one day, expecting your father to be home from a business trip in Afghanistan, but there seems to be no one around. “Dad?” you walked down the steps to his basement, where he spent most of his time, but he wasn’t there. You walked through the Malibu mansion, looking for your dad. “Dad?” You said again, growing more anxious, “Daddy?”

“(Y/n)?” Pepper called from behind you. You ran into Pepper’s arms. She was the closest you’ve had to a mother. “What are you doing up this early?”

“Where’s daddy?” you asked. The worry was visible in Pepper’s eyes. She knew Tony had been attacked in Afghanistan, and now they were searching relentlessly for him. Pepper didn’t have the heart to tell you that Tony was missing.

“He still has work to do, (Y/n),” she reassured. Desperate to change the topic of the conversation, Pepper guided you to the living room and turned of the TV so you could watch your favorite cartoon.

When the TV flickered to life, it showed a news network. There was a photo of Tony, and the headline read, “BILLIONNAIRE TONY STARK MISSING.”

Pepper, realizing what the headline was, quickly change the channel, but it was too late. You already figured out what was going on.

Tears streaming down on your face, you hugged Pepper tightly, “Where’s d-daddy?”

Pepper ran her fingers through your hair, “They’ll find him, I promise.”

A few days later, he showed up with a broken arm.

“Daddy!” You ran to his arms.

He greeted you, kneeling as he welcomed you into his arms, “Hey, kiddo,” he grinned.

Tony, though not wanting to be distant from you, had work to do. Work on his Iron Man suits/

While he was working on his new suits, he sent you up with Pepper. You barely saw him anymore.

After he nearly died fighting Obadiah Stane and revealed to the press that he was ‘Iron Man,’ he realized how risky his line of work is. He realized, that every time he walked out the door using an armor, he might not come back, So, he decided to do something Howard Stark had failed to do. He decided to prepare you for the worst.

So look me in the eyes, tell me what you see Perfect paradise, tearin' at the seams

When you turned eight, Tony had hired a personal martial arts coach for you. At first, you had stubbornly refused to train with him, but Tony insisted, and talked you into it. He knew he wasn’t immortal, that he was not going to always be there to protect you. You had to learn to protect yourself.

Tony also spent more time with you, knowing that his days are numbered. Every spare time he had, he spent with you. He even let you watch him work in his basement, with JARVIS making sure you didn’t get hurt. It didn’t take long for you to take interest in his armors. “Daddy?” You asked, “When am I going to get my own my Iron Man armor?”

Tony lifted his eyebrow and smiled. He stopped tinkering with his suit and sat next to you, “You want to be Iron man?” he asked. You nodded with excitement. “Why?” he asked.

“Because,” you said, “Iron Man is a superhero! When I grow up, I’m going to become Iron Man, and when I’m Iron Man, I’m going to save the whole wide world! I’m going to make you so proud!”

“I’m already proud of you, kiddo,” Tony kissed your forehead. He smiled at his little girl’s ambitions, but he was worried about you, too. Worried that your ambitions would lead you to a dangerous path, a path similar to his.

I wish I could escape, I don't wanna fake it Wish I could erase it, make your heart believe

When you were nine years old, after Tony re-instituted Stark Expo in honor of your grandfather, you realized something was off with your dad. He had become reckless. He raced, and almost got killed by Ivan Vanko at the Circuit de Monaco. You saw you father being attacked at the circuit, right in front of your eyes. Security tried to get you away to secure you, but you thrashed and shouted in their grip, “Leave my daddy alone!”

Tony managed to defeat Vanko with his suit, thanks to his potable briefcase armor.

But even after that, he still acted reckless. He suddenly stopped working on his projects, and he got drunk every other night. He acted as if he had nothing to lose. After he appointed Pepper as the CEO of Stark industries and employed Natalie Rushman as her assistant, his behavior became worse and it was heartbreaking and traumatizing for a nine-year-old to witness.

One morning, after one of your father’s birthday party, you were by yourself in your room. You can’t bear seeing your father live as if he was going to die. You could sense that he was hiding something from you. Why would he do that? The two of you had a strict father-daughter-No-Secrets Policy. You cried, wondering what was wrong with your father, wishing for a way to fix it. Your relationship with your father had become strained and you had absolutely no one. You were alone. Suddenly, your door creaked open. “kiddo?” you father called, “Is everything okay?”

You didn’t answer.

Tony entered your room, “What’s wrong, kiddo?” he approached you, and wrapped his arms around you.

“Is there something you’re not telling me?” you asked.

Tony looked shock, “Why would you think that?”

“You’re a bad liar,” you frowned. Tony sighed. “There’s just something that I need to figure out, okay?” You nodded. He kissed your forehead, fearing that he might not get to hold you again. The palladium from his arc reactor was poisoning him, and he didn’t have the heart to tell you that he was dying.

When Fury approached Tony and gave him Howard’s diorama, a hidden message that proved to be a diagram to a new element that could save his life from his palladium dependency, he was ecstatic. He could live longer that just a few days. He had more time with you than he expected, he could watch you grow into an intelligent young woman.

After defeating Vanko with the help of Rhodey, he came home safe and sound. He came home a better man, with Pepper as his girlfriend, and you couldn’t be happier that your father had found love.

But I'm a bad liar, bad liar Now you know, now you know That I'm a bad liar, bad liar Now you know, you’re free to go

When you were eleven, the world around you changed once again. You were hanging out in the Stark tower in New York with Tony and Pepper when a SHIELD agent, Phil Coulson informed Tony that the Avengers initiative is on. Tony, worried half to death that this Avengers thing would harm you, sent you away with Pepper on a flight to DC. He wanted to keep you and Pepper safe and unharmed. If anything ever happened to either of you, Tony wouldn’t be able to live with himself.

“What’s going on?” you asked your father.

“Hey,” he said, “I’ll explain everything after it’s done, okay?”

You nodded, “Okay.”

“Now come and give your old man a hug,” he said, and you hugged him as tightly as you could, “I love you, daddy,” you said. “Love you, too, kiddo.”

When Loki and the Chitauri invaded New York through a wormhole in the sky, you and Pepper were safe on your way to DC, but the two of you watched the battle unfold from the news network on the plane.

When the news captured footage of the Iron Man- your father- redirecting a nuclear missile in the sky, you held on to Pepper, scared for you father. When he disappeared through he wormhole you shouted, “No, daddy!”

A few minutes later, the Iron Man suit was visible again, though there seemed to be no power, therefore, it couldn’t fly.

Your father was saved by the Hulk, and you and Pepper were relieved beyond belief when you got the call confirming Tony was alive.

Soon after that, the Stark Tower was remodeled to become the Avengers tower. Then, your life was flipped upside down, in a good way. You were practically raised by the earth’s mightiest heroes.

Clint loved spending time with you, usually watching over you when Tony and Pepper weren’t available. He didn’t mind, though. Natasha, on the other hand, warmed at the thought of being part of a young girl’s life. She offered to teach you ballet, but you refused, asking her to teach you how to fight instead. Sure, you had the basics of mixed martial arts, but Natasha taught you her distinct fighting style, making combat seem like it’s graceful. Bruce, at first, didn’t trust himself around children, but you weren’t scared of him. Instead, you thanked him from saving your dad in New York and asked him to teach you biology, chemistry, and much more. He did have 7 Ph.D’s, after all. Thor, being a god, didn’t really know what to make of you, a mortal child. You and Thor found common ground while you were eating a bunch of pop tarts, and the god of thunder had asked if he could have some. After that, you introduced him to a lot of other human foods that Thor grew to love. You were also a big part of Steve’s adjustment to the modern world. You would teach him about modern music and video games, You would introduce him to all the movies and cartoons he missed during his time on ice. Your favorite was the original Star Wars Trilogy, and Steve grew to be fond of it, too.

Did all my dreams never mean one thing? Does happiness lie in a diamond ring? Oh, I’ve been askin' for Oh, I’ve been askin' for problems, problems, problems

When you were twelve years old, just a year after the New York invasion, everything seemed to come back to normal. Except for one thing. Your father was restless. He was aware all the time, and he can’t seem to relax or take anything easily. It was as if he was paranoid. He spent less of his time on you and more on his Iron Man suits.

“Pepper?” you had asked, “Is my dad okay?”

Pepper, who seemed shocked at how you were noticing Tony’s slight change in behavior, answered, “He’s just tired, dear.”

“I think he’s hiding something,” you said. Pepper slightly tilted her head, “Why would you think that?”

“He’s bad at hiding things,” you explained, “I think he’s scared some bad people like the ones in New York are going to come back.” Pepper sighed. “New York is over, dear,” she said, “He’ll be fine. Don’t you worry.”

“Okay,” You nodded.

When Tony had a nightmare about his near death that cause one of his suits to almost attack Pepper, he realized how severe his PTSD was and decided that it was not safe for you to be around him, so he sent you away from his Malibu Mansion to Agent Maria Hill in the Triskelion, SHIELD headquarters in Washington DC, just until he come to terms with his PTSD and until he has the Mandarin taken care of.

After Tony issued a threat to the Mandarin, his Malibu mansion was destroyed by the terrorist’s helicopter. You father, was once again, presumed dead.

You didn’t believe it. You refused to believe it. You refused to believe that he didn’t survive. He was Tony Stark, and he believed he was somewhere out there, refusing to die.

Sure enough, he came back, and had the shrapnel from his heart removed. He threw his arc reactor into the sea.

“Dad?” you called. “Yeah?” he replied.

“I don’t care if you don’t have the arc reactor anymore,” you said, “you’re always gonna be Iron Man. You’re always going to be my hero.”

I wage my war, on the world inside I take my gun to the enemy's side Oh, I've been askin’ for Oh, I've been askin' for problems, problems, problems

When you were fourteen, the Avengers assembled again to raid a Hydra base in Sokoia. Before the mission, you had come up to your dad and gave him a bear hug, “Good luck, dad,” you said. “I don’t need it,” he chuckled.

The mission to retrieve Loki’s scepter was a success, and Tony held a celebration afterwards. It was nice to see the team as a family, just hanging out together. What you and the rest of the team didn’t know was that Tony and Bruce were building a peacekeeping AI, Ultron. When Ultron attacked, the building had gone to chaos. Tony had you sent away when he realized that Ultron had a bigger plan, human extinction.

The Avengers once again managed to save humanity, and your Avenger family grew into a larger one, welcoming Wanda, Vision, and Sam.

You realize that you could do better in this world, that every time the world descended into chaos, you didn’t have to run and hide.

You started tinkering with Tony’s earlier armors. You reverse engineered his armor and made your own to better suit you, without you father knowing.

He found out about you and your new toys when he saw you fly across New York.

You got back home safely, but your dad was already waiting for you to catch you red-handed.

“What is that?” Tony asked, pointing at what clearly is a metal suit.

“Nothing?” you said, but there was an inquisitive tone in your voice. Tony didn’t know if he should be proud or not. “You’re a bad liar, kiddo.”

“I got it from you,” you mumbled, causing Tony to chuckle.

After a full week of back and forth argument, you finally convinced him to let you fight side by side the Avengers on missions. You were so happy, you kissed your father on the cheek and exclaimed, “I wont let you down, dad!”

Tony smiled, “you could never let me down, kiddo.”

You gave yourself an alias, Ironess. Tony felt like he had successfully given his daughter everything that would prepare her for his death.

So look me in the eyes, tell me what you see Perfect paradise, tearin' at the seams

When you were fifteen, you father had a fallout with Captain America. The Avengers were split into two; those in favor of the Sokovia Accords, and those against.

The Avengers, the only family you’ve ever known, was falling apart.

“This is your fault!” You shouted at you father, “Why did you even agree to the Sokovian Accords?”

Tony, careful not to be controlled by his emotions, replied, “I’m doing this for us. We need to be put in check.”

“By what? By tearing us apart?” you fumed, “I lost the only family I’ve ever had to this stupid accord!”

“’The only family?’” Tony said incredulously, “I though I was your family.”

“You know what?” you said, “I hate the accords, I hate you.”

You stormed into your room and locked the door, Tony was shocked. He never heard you say those words before. Hate is such a strong word, he didn’t know his own daughter was capable of hating him.

After a few hours, he had approached you room. “Kiddo?” he called, “We need to talk.”

You opened the door, and you looked like a crying mess. “Dad,” you managed to say, “I’m sorry- I- _ didn’t mean it, I-I don’t hate you-”

“Hey, it’s okay,” he reassured, “We all say things we don’t mean.” He pulled you into a hug and you held him tight.

“Right now, I need your help,” he said, “I need you to help me bring cap and his friends to the UN, okay? I know you don’t agree to the accords, but the law is the law. We can negotiate about later, okay? I just need your help to bring them in without anybody getting hurt.”

You agreed reluctantly.

During the confrontation in the Airport in Germany, you were able to capture most of Cap’s team, besides Bucky and Cap himself. That was when you met Peter, a boy your age.

You helped the spider-boy up, “You okay?” you asked. Peter, dumbfounded, had answered, “um- Yeah,” he said, “I-I’m Peter, by the way.”

I wish I could escape, I don't wanna fake it Wish I could erase it, make your heart believe

After Peter stopped the Vulture from hijacking a Stark plane carrying weapons, you and him grew closer. You begged your father to let you go to a normal high school for once, just so you could be more normal. He didn’t want to, at first. He was scared to let you out of his sight, but he reluctantly agreed and sent you to Midtown School of Science and Technology. At first, everyone in school is just star-struck that (Y/n) Stark, daughter of Tony Stark, the Ironess, goes to their school. Every one tries to make a move on you, especially Flash, but you ignored most of them and became best friends with Peter and Ned.

After three months of going to a normal school, Peter finally mustered the courage to ask you out.

“Um, so there’s this nice diner near my place, would you like to come and eat there? Like, just the two of us?” he asked.

You chuckled at his nervousness, “Like a date?”

“Yeah,” he replied. You kissed his cheek, “Sure! Meet you there at seven!”

Peter just stood there, smiling like an idiot, “She said yes,” he mumbled, “she said yes!”

The date went well, but the two of you decided not to say a word to Tony, just so he doesn’t freak out. The relationship grew, and the two of you had your first kiss during prom, where you initiated it, slightly leaning into him as he did the same. You managed to keep your relationship a secret until Tony walked in on the two of you making out. He eventually approved of your relationship, and though he wouldn’t admit it, he found the two of you to be cute at times. Pepper, on the other hand, was glad that You and Peter ended up together.

But I'm a bad liar, bad liar Now you know, now you know That I'm a bad liar, bad liar Now you know, you're free to go

Oh, when did it go so wrong?

You were seventeen when Thanos’s children, Ebony Maw and Cull Obsidian, attacked. One thing led to another, and now you were in Titan, with Tony, Peter, Stephen Strange, and the Guardians. You had restlessly fought Thanos, now so bloody and bruised. You weren’t sure how many more hits you could take, but you got back up. You were a Stark, and Starks don’t give up that easily.

“No!” you shouted as you saw the mad titan stab your father, and with every last bit of energy, you got up and blasted the titan with you repulsors.

“Hands off my dad!” you shouted. With the reality stone, he easily turned your repulsors into bubbles. “W-what?” you asked, distressed. Without warning, the titan closed his fist around your neck.

“You love you father,” Thanos acknowledged, “I know what that is like.”

Tony, who was just stabbed, couldn’t do anything. He was struggling just to say a word out of his mouth. He wanted to get up, but he can’t. His body failed him.

“You’re so young,” he said, “so full of love. It’s a shame you had to die.”

With a slight movement, he closed his fist around your neck. You looked at you father one last time, “You’ll always- b-be my h-hero,” you whispered, before a crack can be heard from your neck, you blood vessels popping, and your heart stopped beating. Thanos dropped you body to the ground, and Tony was powerless to save his little girl.

I can't breathe, I can't be I can't be what you want me to be Believe me, this one time Believe me

”No!” Tony shouted, crawling over to you limp body, “No, no, no no!” he checked for a pulse, and sure enough, he didn’t find one.

“Wake up, kiddo,” he said desperately, “Please, wake up,” he cradled your body in his arms, “It’s me, your old man. You wouldn’t leave your old man all alone, would you?”

In that moment, Tony saw all his memories with you flash before his eyes. He remembered teaching you how to walk, teaching you how to tie your shoelaces, teaching you how to ride a bike, teaching you how to drive. He remembered your first birthday, and every other birthdays that come after. He remembered every stupid fight you had, and how you would always find middle ground. He remembered giving Peter ‘the talk’ after he found out you were dating. He remembered making breakfast with you, having food fights. He remembered that Friday nights were movie night, and you never skipped movie night. He remembered doing everything he can to keep you safe. He remembered your smile, your laugh, your cry. He remembered you. You were all he had.

I'm a bad liar, bad liar Now you know, now you know That I'm a bad liar, bad liar Now you know, you're free to go

In the end, they lost anyway. Strange gave the time stone in exchange for Tony’s life, and Thanos dusted half of the universe. Only Tony, Nebula, and your cold, dead body remained on Titan. He has always thought he would die before you, but here you are, lifeless in his arms. He had prepared you for his death, he didn’t even stop to think to prepare himself for yours. It seems like it was only yesterday he held you for the first time, crying tears of joy for the life he had brought to the world. Now, he held the very same being, this time without a soul, this time crying tears of sadness and anger.

Now, he was going to avenge you.

Please believe me Please believe me

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