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I HOPE THIS HURTS.

“ we hope that you choke “

Summary: when you were 7 years old you escaped the grips of hydra and were taken in by tony stark. But now you find yourself back in the nightmare

Cw: violence,mentions of blood, heavy angst, reader is 15-16, kidnapping, winter soldier mentioned!!, zemo works for hydra

Authors note: bonus points to anyone who recognises the mouthwashing reff !!

You groan as your head rings and pounds but as you reach up to feel your head something stops you. Your hands are tied behind your back and looking down you see your ankles tied to the legs of the chair you’re on. Memories of what happend fill your head, you were walking down the road at night when someone pinned you to the ground but it wasnt just anyone; it was the winter soldier the one who helped you escape but he didn’t recognise no matter how much you begged and screamed “bu—bucky get off! you’re hurting me!! Its me cmon you know me!” So now you were back in the place that took your childhood and tortured you relentlessly to turn you into an emotionless killing machine.

Thrashing about against your chair you call out “LET ME OUT!” Your screams are silenced by the sound of a door opening, its Zemo. The man who was in charge of your torture , the man who haunted your memories, the man you dreamed of killing in such brutal ways it would make a grown adult grimace. “Ah ah ah” he tutted “enough of that yes?” His eyes look you over “you have grown since you were last here” your heartbeat races “fuck you.” Distain rolling off your tounge the slight russian accent slipping out. “ he shakes his head chuckling “good to see you still have your acce-“ “LET ME GO.” You cut him off “i cant do that… you know seeing you fight with the avengers made me realise i underestimated your potential. I think we should finally make you into a soldat hm?” Your heart sinks. He wants to take away your memories, he wants to make you forget the life youve lived since escaping he wants you to obey “fuck you— fuck you!” SLAP! his hand crashes against your face, you taste blood in your mouth as it trickles down from your nose, he grabs your face painfully rough “are you going to make things difficult?” Glaring up at him with hatred you spit back in his face, he takes his hand wiping it off “you are going to regret that.” He turns around walking out leaving you to sit and replay his words.

Your fingers fiddle with the tape restraining your wrists and after 20 minutes you manage to get them free, quickly you rip the tape off of your ankles scrambling to your feet. Nobody is coming to save you, you need to save yourself. You look at the room you’re locked but theres not much to work with as all that surrounds you are a bright white walls, you’re shortly interrupted by the sounds of heavy footsteps forcing you to quickly hide next to the door as you plan your attack.

As soon as the door swings open, your body acts faster than your brain as you lunge at zemo knocking him to the ground “YOU LITTLE-“ he grunts as he manages to reach into his pocket whipping out a blade slashing your face with it, you yelp and ur hands raise to ur face instinctively giving him the chance to land a fast hard punch to your face. You fall onto your back groaning, hr climbs ontop of you wrapping his large hands around your neck. “Told you— you would regret that.” He grunted as he started applying pressure as you gasped for air your hands scratching at his, your eyes look to the side and you see his knife you reach out for it but its just a bit too far. Times running out as you become lightheaded your fingers try to scramble and finally you grip at the knife and swiftly stab his arm, he removes his hands and you stab him again flipping him onto his back turning the tables stabbing him multiple times in his chest in a blind fit of rage. No, he cant go quickly… he deserves to suffer and so u put the knife down and grip his neck with a strength you didnt even realised you had as the memories of the pain he caused you flood your brain. You remember the days you were starved as a punishment for not praising hyda, your grip tightened. You remember screaming till your voice became horse,Your grip tightened. You remember the emotionless look in his eyes as he watched you suffer, your grip tightened .

“I hope this hurts.”

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“ I miss you more than anything “

Authors note: this is pretty me projecting my self insert scenarios but im SUPERR fixated on marvel right now and i keep thinking about the daughter of tony stark dealing with the loss of her father. Also i know alot of tropes in this (e.g: being tonys daughter, ex hydra experiment etc are unoriginal but i enjoy it so ya!)

Summary: life changed after she escaped the graps of hydra and was taken in by tony stark. He gave her a family. But now theyre all gone

Cw: irondad!!, angst, even more angst…, and a little sprinkle of angst!, peter is ur best friend, ex hydra agent trope, no use of y/n, no use of a name, daughter by adoption not blood, mentions of suicidal thoughts,

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You remember every detail about that day. You remember waking up to Strange as he rushed you onto your feet “its been five years come on! They need our help” he urged. As you step through the portal you see heroes of all kinds preparing for battle, past the crowd you see Steve before your eyes locked onto Tony. He looked older, his hair was longer with shreds of silver hairs, his beard was shaved differently and he looked more tired. Amongst the fighting you feel a hand grab your shoulder

“Kid?” He mutters, his voice breaking as his eyes glisten. To you it feels like you just saw him an hour ago but for him? Its been 5 years, he hasnt seen you for five whole years. You watch as his eyes look at each of your features as if hes trying to figure out if its really you. Tony pulls you in squeezing you so tight against the metal of his armour you think you might pop, he smells different. “Its me dad—“ you reassure him squeezing him almost just as hard.

And now hes laying there barely breathing with half of his face singed off like solidified lava as his eyes look at you with that same look as he trys to capture every single one of your details before he takes his final breath “i love you dad…” you tell him through tears and gasps clinging to his cold lifeless hands.Hes gone.

After the battle you find out steve and nat are gone too… how much more loss can your soul bare? The world mourns them for the first few weeks but as fast as they went they forgot about it, they moved on. You couldnt do the same. You wake up the same way you have every month since Tony died; in a cold sweat, your heart burning with the fact that hes gone and hes not coming back. Every night you dream about him and you spend your waking hours looking at pictures and memories of you two engraving his face into your mind. At the end of each week you visit his grave with a new trinket or flower telling him about your life since he left. Not that there much good news.

Pepper wanted you to stay with her but it didnt feel like home anymore, she had her real daughter morgan, who didnt even know who you were and why should she? You’ve been gone her whole life so you have no right to call her your sister. You are nothing more than another stranger. All you were wwas an experiment who escaped the grasps of hydra and was lucky enough to be found by Tony.

Peter helped you move into your new apartment, it felt like he was the only person you had left sometimes but that came with the fear of losing him like you’ve lost everyone else. Your new place was a small apartment in new york, it was a little rough around the edges but you didnt care because you stopped caring about anything and everything the day he died. Infact you stopped feeling anything. Thoughts of killing yourself to stop this pain cycled through your head constantly but you couldn’t do that, tony wouldnt forgive you if you did that to yourself so u suck it up no matter how loud those thoughts are. Maybe one day you’ll find peace

(Sorry if this is a lil cringe or bad i dont really write much and i didnt really know how to end it ☹️)

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escaping into my own little world🤍

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• leon kennedy •

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Listening to lana del rey at night sleep deprived is an indescribable etheral feeling

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southern gothic revival - longlegs 2024

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——-> WARM HALLOWEEN

“Cmon its just a bunch of hocus pocus!”

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———> DARK HALLOWEEN

“Why are you so obbsessed with halloween?”

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🦋🤎

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hes literally my craziest 'hear me out' fr-

holy shit...

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Boris Karloff, Edward Van Sloan, and Colin Clive in Frankenstein (1931)

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