#Dean would probably not be happy if he knew Thor thought of him as a creature

[tonystarktogo]

Five Times The Avengers Didn’t Hunt Down Dean Winchester (And The One Time Thor Threw Him A Party)

Thanks to @mystifiedgal, your question about this verse finally gave me the gentle kick in the butt to finish it :) You all get to decide for yourself whether that’s a good thing or not cause Thor’s part turned out not exactly the way I imagined it... but I have to say, I’m satisfied. But see for yourself:

+1 Thor

It is no rare occurrence for Thor to seek refuge on Midgard these days. 

Not too long ago, he would not have considered any place but Asgard his home, would never have thought he could one day forsake its golden halls and vibrant wilds, would ever yearn for a peace and quiet far away from boisterous laughter and deafening cheers.

Careful, brother. You sound far too much like me for both of our comfort.

Thor frowns down at his beverage. 

The alcohol is strong by Midgardian standards, but Thor knows from experience that they will not offer the rush of warmth nor the easing of heartsore he often finds in Asgardian mead. While inconvenient, it is an acceptable trade-off. Thor has not come here tonight to forget.

And Asgard. Asgard is home. Will always be home, dearly beloved by Thor like no other world he has entered, fought for or against. But for all its strength and vigor, Asgard is not pure, not whole like Thor remembers it being.

Awww, you do miss me. How... heartwarming.

Despite himself Thor smirks. Mocking is-- has been-- is Loki’s natural state of being. He should not miss his brother’s poisonous tongue, but Thor has admired Loki’s mastery of the craft long before his brother began to use his skill against him.

It is a habit that he hasn’t managed to get rid off so far, not unlike the clinging fondness and affection, buried under desperation, rage, frustration, betrayal and grief as they might be.

You would do well to get rid of that soft heart of yours, Thor.

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“You alright there, Point Break?” Anthony, the Man of Iron, leans against the bar next to him, a glass of something non-alcoholic in his hands.

Always with the nicknames, that mortal.

“I am well, Friend Stark,” Thor replies on reflex. It is not a lie, nor a true. Perhaps Loki has taught him something after all.

“Uhu.” Anthony does not look convinced, but neither does he continue to prod, for which Thor is grateful. Instead, Anthony chatters on about a new training simulation he is itching to try and Thor attempts to pay attention.

‘You sound like you like him,’ he can’t help but point out to the voice inside his head, although he very well knows the futility of such an action.

He amuses me.

‘As proven by your decision to throw him out of a window.’

Do not pretend as though you have not wished to do so yourself a time or two, Thor. Envy is not a good look on you and, to speak frankly, I do not appreciate you crouching in on my territory.

“You sure you’re alright, Thunder Bolt?” Anthony asks suddenly, and Thor only just manages to suppress a guilty wince.

“As alright as I ever am,” he replies lightly instead and bears the long, judging look that earns him without fidgeting.

His shield brothers and sister are harder and harder to fool the more time he spends with them, but Thor can not help it. He does not enjoy lying to them even by omission, but the truth of the matter is that they simply won’t understand.

To them, Loki has only ever been an enemy to be defeated. A monster to be put down.

And as much as Thor likes their company, it is in moments like these that he wishes he hadn’t sought them out. Had continued to roam Midgard on his own, just another rundown face in dirty bar, left to drown his ghosts -- or converse with them in peace, as the case may be.

With his fellow warriors around him, mingling in the crowd, this is a luxury Thor no longer has.

You could always leave, his brother reminds him, and though Thor knows well how little appreciation Loki has for humanity, he can never quite unhear the bitterness accompanying those words.

Unbidden, memories of a conversation not too long after Thor had returned to Midgard again flash before his eyes.

“I do not know why I even bothered,” Thor says, the words wrong and hateful and bitter because he is so tired of feeling guilty. “All we ever did was fight.”

“Well, duh.” The man opposed to him snorts, sharp like the jerky, mechanical motions with which he mixes another drink. “’Course you fight. That’s what brothers do. Fighting’s easy. Question is, do you fight each other or do you fight for each other?”

Thor still does not know how or why he had started a conversation with that man. It was not as though the human shell had fooled him, not even for a moment. There was no not noticing the black film coating the mortal’s very essence, now missing the wild darkness lurking behind warm, green eyes.

Thor has spent enough time of his life fighting monsters to recognise one when he faces it.

But there had been something about this creature, about the way it clung to feebly upheld, human illusions, the way it had tipped its head at Thor when he had first entered the dive. The smile it had worn when it crushed the hand of a patron unable to accept a refusal.

How... interesting, Loki had murmured by his side and in that moment his brother’s ghost had been more solid than ever before.

To this day, Thor is not sure what made him say the words, what made him confess one of his darkest thoughts, a suspicion that has grown in his heart since he first found Loki again on Midgard after his fall.

“We have fought before many times, but I believe- I believe my brother intended for me to kill him this time.”

In all honesty, Thor had not expected an answer. He had simply needed to say out loud what had weighted on him for so long. And his fellow warriors, much as he trusts and loves them, do not need to share this burden. To them Loki is a bad week long passed, and Thor is reluctant to bring up old pains again.

The creature had barely blinked at the confession. “If I’ve learned one thing, it’s that sometimes we dare the ones we love to reject and abandon us. But we never forget it if they do.” It shrugs, for the first time appearing uncomfortable in its deceptive skin. “We never forget if they don’t.”

It had walked away then, and when it returned a couple of minutes later, it had been carrying a tray covered with what Thor has learned are shots.

“Your alcohol will not affect me,” Thor felt obligated to admit.

The creature had given him a short, assessing once-over. “Yeah, I figured after the last six glasses of whiskey you had.” It shrugged again, the motion fluid and comfortable. “Gotta admit, it’s not doing much for me either. But we’re not having this conversation without drinks, so bottom’s up, man. Name’s Dean Winchester, by the way.”

The creature had sized him up then, waiting for a reaction. It had reminded Thor of all the times Loki had introduced himself as the Liesmith, daring those around him to do something. Thor wishes sometimes he had learned sooner not to rise to the bait, but he has learned eventually.

And so he simply inclined his head and accepted the first glass.

Loki’s ghost had been silent by his side, but for the first time since his brother’s death, Thor hadn’t minded so much. Despite the twisted darkness in the creature’s core, it had made for a surprisingly pleasant companion. One who, Thor felt with something like pain or resignation or regret, might just have a better insight into Loki’s mind than Thor has ever managed to gain.

“Look, I’m the last to tell you how to fix anything, never mind a relationship.” The creature laughed and Thor could see its hollowness. Something inside him ached -- the realisation that he has heard this laugh before, many times, on his brother’s face -- but he stayed silent.

“All I’ve got is. You either hold on or you let go. You know? There’s no half-assing this shit.”

“I believe you are correct,” Thor had said, as much to the creature as to himself. 

The creature smirked self-deprecatingly. “It’s been known to happen.”

Then it had lifted its eleventh glass. “To unbearable, pain in the ass, stupid, self-destructive little brothers.”

“Aye.”

Thor had never told the creature that his brother was dead. 

But despite that, despite all the questions that remained unanswered, all the arguments that had never been resolved, Thor had walked out of that bar with a lighter heart and a new resolution.

“Do or do not,” the creature had said in amusement. “There is no try.”

It shouldn’t have changed anything, but Thor remembers all the times Loki has taunted him with the many pathways across Yggdrasil that he does not know, remembers all the time and practice Loki put into illusions, remembers magicks more powerful than most sorcerers can ever hope to achieve. Remembers six secrets at the beginning of everything and a power so absolute only a madman would seek it.

I’m really quite flattered that you’re trying to turn into a megalomaniac for me, brother. And to think, I was so sure you never listened to a word I said.

‘I didn’t.’

I knew it!

“Thor? Seriously, buddy, are you okay?” Anthony’s genuinely concerned voice breaks Thor out of his reverie.

“I am fine, Anthony.”

This time Anthony outright snorts. “Yeah, you didn’t even try with that one. Come on, we’re going to find Cap. If anyone can shake some sense into you it’s probably him and his soulful stare of Judgmental What Are You Keeping From Me Look.”

This is how Thor finds himself surrounded by his shield brothers and sister, has to reassure Steve Rogers, and avoid looking too closely at the Black Widow, and is unable to suppress a smile at Clint Barton’s antics. Thor doesn’t have to turn around, he can feel Loki’s haughty sneer, but he shrugs it off with the ease of long years of practice and resolves to enjoy the rest of the night.

Two of the infinity stones are here, hidden on Midgard, and whilst Thor may be unable to find them on his own, they are not going anywhere for now. Neither is his brother’s ghost.

He will find a way. Thor always does.

But for now, he raises his glass with his fellow team members. 

“To saving the world!” Clint Barton jokes.

“To staying alive!” Natasha shoots back immediately.

“To Dean Winchester!” Thor booms as Clint sticks his tongue out at the Black Widow.

Anthony chokes on his alcohol-free appletini, so Thor thumbs him on the back a few times -- gently, of course.

He does not know what to make of the glances the Black Widow shoots him for the rest of the evening, but Thor soon puts the matter out of his mind.

He has a brother to save.

...and if that isn’t a cause Dean Winchester would consider worthy, I don’t know what is... okay so yeah, it’s done now. Any final thoughts on this verse? 

[super-marvel-dc]

Imagine Wade Wilson and Y/N running into team free will + Bobby and crowley

➳ I'm so sorry this took forever to write. I've been tired lately and super busy with stuff at home! @whatrambles ➳

Warning: language, because it's Wade. And probably a d!ck joke.

Y/N: Wade, are you sure this is the right turn? We've been driving for hours.

Wade: Pfft! Of course I'm not sure! How long have you known me?

Y/N: *Sighs* That's what I thought.

Y/N: *See's sign that says welcome to Kansas* Uh, Wade?

Wade: Yeah?

Y/N: Why are we in Kansas? I told you you missed the turn! We were supposed to be going to Virginia!

Wade: Huh. Well shit! Will ya look at that! *Laughs*

Y/N: *Sighs annoyed* Next time you're taking that metal dude that you broke your hand on his dick.

Wade: Ok, firstly, we don't need to talk about that. And secondly, just go to sleep I'll wake you when I find someplace to stop.

*A few hours later*

Wade: *Shakes Y/N* Rise and shine chicken shit!

Y/N: Why can't you ever wake me up normally!?

Wade: Where's the fun in that!

Y/N: Where are we anyway?

Wade: Still in Kansas Toto.

Y/N: Where in Kansas?

Wade: Some places called Lawrence, And we're out of gas so I stopped at a gas station.

Y/N: Let me guess you didn't bring much money?

Wade: *Smiles innocently*

Y/N: I will go pay. Again *gets out of the car and goes into the store*

*Meanwhile, Sam, Dean, Bobby, Cas and Crowley stop at the same gas station*

Sam: I gotta run to the bathroom.

Dean: Yeah, didn't need to know that, Sammy!

Dean: Welp, I'm gonna go stock up on candy! *Giggles like a child*

Crowley: Idjit.

Bobby: *Smacks Crowley upside the head* Only I get to call him that.

Cas: Is anyone supposed to get the gas?

Bobby: Looks like I'll be pumping it *rolls eyes*

Cas, to Crowley: Do you think the bee's still miss me as their queen?

Crowley: *Sighs* Yes.

Cas: I should visit them again just to make them happy *smiles adorably*

Y/N, leaving the store: *See's a guy with his arms full of candy and holds the door for him*

Dean: *muffled thank you*

Sam: Thanks.

Y/N: No problem!

*Everyone walks to their vehicle*

Y/N: Uh, Wade, You know the tires are flat?

Wade: *Gasps dramatically* Oh shit balls! They're flatter then my ass.

Y/N: Actually you have a nice ass but that's besides the point.

Bobby: *Hears someone say balls and looks over* Hey, you two ok?

Y/N, to Bobby: Uh, kinda. This idiot has been driving for hours without checking the tire pressure.

Wade: Hey! That's Mr. Idiot to you.

Y/N, to Bobby: Do you know anywhere we can get the tires done?

Bobby: I have a shop not too far down from here, I can help you there.

Y/N: Thank you! But, um, where would we sit?

*A few moments later. Y/N is in between Cas and Crowley while Wade sits on Y/N's lap, sleeping*

Y/N: You should really lay off the extra fries next time!

Wade: *Snores loudly*

Crowley: Would you like me to put him on the roof?

Y/N: I would say yes but that would be too mean of me.

Cas: I'm glad you chose the right thing to do *smiles*

Y/N: You're cute. I like this one.

Cas: Well thank you kind human.

Y/N: So, uh, what's with you guys?

Cas: We're monster hunters. I'm an angel of the lord and that's a demon *Points to Crowley*

Y/N: Ok.

Dean: That's it? You believe us just like that?

Y/N: I'm a superhero that fights alongside This idiot *looks at Wade*. I've fought aliens, Gods, humans, etc. I've even fought this guy and Thor for a Pop-Tart, so none of this surprises me.

Sam: I knew you looked familiar! I've seen you on the news, you're (your superhero name), right?

Y/N: At least someone recognized me.

Wade: *Wakes up* Oh please, he's just saying that because he likes you *goes back to sleep*

Sam: *Blushes* I- I, what? No!

Dean: Ohhh, Sammy has a crush!

Sam: No I don't!

Dean: Yes you do!

Sam: No-

Bobby, sitting between Sam and Dean: *Smacks them both on the back of the head* What are yous five!?

Sam, and Dean: Sorry Bobby.

Bobby: Just focus on the road, boys. Whispers* Idjits.

*Hours later, The car tires are taken care of*

Bobby: Well, there ya go. All fixed up.

Y/N: Thank you. I don't know how to repay you, um?

Bobby: The names Bobby.

Y/N: Bobby. I'm Y/N, that idiot over there is Wade.

Crowley: I'm Crowley, the big one over there is named moose, the other tall one is named squirrel and the other one is named baby in a trench coat.

Bobby: *Smacks Crowley upside the head* The tall one over there is Sam, the one next to him is his brother Dean and the one balancing a pencil on his upper lip is Castiel. Cas for short.

Y/N: Well it was nice meeting you all. Thank you again for your kindness.

Bobby: No problem. Here *hands Y/N a card with Bobby's name and phone number on it* call me if you ever need help, or if you're even in the neighborhood again, stop by.

Y/N: Will do! Thank you again but I have to get going now.

Y/N, to Wade: Come on dumb ass!

Wade: *Slides down a car* Coming!

Y/N: Bye guys! It was nice meeting you all *winks at Cas*

Cas: *Waves at Y/N*

*Wade and Y/N leave*

Cas: I'm gonna miss Y/N.

Sam: Me too.

Crowley: Aw, don't worry you two, they'll come back.

Sam: And how would you know that?

Crowley: Because I made the Wilson guy a deal *smirks*

Dean: You dumbass. You do realize he can't die right?

Crowley: *Stops smirking* Balls!

[anika-ann]

Errare Humanum Est: Bonus

God Is Not a Woman (but He’s Plotting Anyway)

Type: series, soulmate AU series  (part 1, part 2)  x Supernatural

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader   Word count: 2910

Summary: Bucky’s trying to fit into the Tower and some might be trying to make it easy for him. And then he drops the bombshell on you and things get even crazier than before.

Warnings: swearing, brief talk on religion, fluff, crack-ish humour

A/N: Admittedly, this is some kind of a strange one-shot of which I’m not sure it exactly fits, but… enjoy? 

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Things weren’t all sunshine and rainbows only. Bucky’s return to the world was… tough. You only knew little of what had happened to him through the decades, but it was enough of a horror story even without the details.

Bucky’s relationship with the team of Avengers was complicated too. Steve was as ecstatic and heart-broken as when you had popped up alive and that was all that needed to be said. Clint was a rather easy-going guy with a reputation of not judging people by their worst mistakes and as a man who had once been mind-controlled by an alien (…what?), he was willing to accept Bucky with a strange kind of sympathy.

As it turned out, Bucky and Natasha had actually crossed their paths before briefly, but once again, that was all you learned, both hers and his moments in the past too dark to share. Bruce was keeping his distance, more of a shyness than fear or disgust if you could take a guess and Thor was off the planet, not meeting the other supersoldier just yet.

Tony… Tony wasn’t fond of Bucky. He found a footage of another Winter Soldier killing his parents and while it hadn’t been Bucky himself, Tony’s hatred needed an out and despite trying, he simply couldn’t manage treating Bucky exactly nice. He still let him live in the Tower though, so that definitely counted for something; for a lot, actually.

There were many people with trust issues when it came to Bucky and that included himself – he didn’t trust his mind still, even with the mysterious man helping him and he most definitely didn’t forgive himself for the lives he had taken. The ghosts of his past haunted him at night, in his dreams the most. But he was slowly healing.

Steve was helping a lot, sometimes trying too much maybe, which was why the former assassin sought Sam Wilson rather than his best friends at times. He came to you occasionally too; however, he seemed to feel as if you were off limits, because you were Steve’s gal. He was gradually losing that stupid attitude though and his teasing side came out to play, making you blush becoming his new hobby. Exactly what you needed with all the mess happening around, i.e. the aftermath of your resurrection.

It took Bucky about two months to mention the name.

It happened casually, just dropping the bombshell no one had seen coming. Bucky was actually showing Steve how to upgrade the newest version of some software you weren’t entirely sure what was for; both supersoldiers had to do their fair share of adjusting and while for Bucky it often was people, for Steve it was sometimes… technology despite him being able to pick up on things very quickly.

Steve thanked him and for the millionth time, you heard the ominous sentence: “It’s good to have you back, Buck. Whoever that guy was, I’ll always be grateful.”

“He told me to call him Chuck.”

The words were simple, really, nothing out of ordinary for untrained ears. Except it had you both you and Steve choke on your own spit.

A frown appeared on Bucky’s face, confusion with a hint of alarm before he rolled his eyes at your antics. “What? I know, it’s kinda dorky-“

Yeah, that was not it.

A chilling suspicion crept up your spine and while it was not necessarily ominous, it sure as hell felt like the ground was shaking under your feet, proving you that a sense of control over your life was nothing but a ridiculous illusion.

“Steve? How about we make a phone call?”

Five minutes later, you were video-chatting with the Winchester duo, explaining them your concerns. Bucky was with you and Steve but didn’t engage that much since he never really met either Sam or Dean, rather wary of them.

A photo of a dorky looking man indeed, with cute dark curls around his head and a full beard, appeared on the screen, replacing the video-feed.

“Did he look like this?” Sam asked, tension audible in his voice. It still had nothing to the disbelief in Bucky’s.

“Yeah, that’s him,” the supersoldier confirmed, narrowing his eyes, which didn’t quite disguised how incredulous he was. “How did you-?”

“Is it… him?” you interrupted them, strange tingling sensation in your fingertips, light nausea tickling your stomach.

Was there any coincidence in his world left? What the hell did all of this mean? Was Steve just a lucky guy, God’s favourite, or… or was there a larger scheme, one you weren’t able to see just yet?

It reminded you of the talk you had had with Sam Wilson what felt like ages ago, about people having two soulmates, you coming back from the death and about things that were beyond your understanding happening more and more often. This might actually prove your silly theory right. Not to mention the fact that the death of Tony’s parents was delivered by another Winter Soldier, conveniently at the same time Bucky had been having troubles with the mechanics of his metal arm, hence not being suitable for the task – what were the chances of that?

It seemed that every single thing happening had played an important role in something, ending up with your trio sitting right here and now and… that was not a very comfortable discovery.

“Oh yeah, that’s God,” Dean hummed casually and when the picture disappeared, revealing the brothers again, you saw him take a bite of a cheeseburger as if this was a talk about the fucking weather.

“God?” Bucky parroted dully and you bit your cheek, feeling guilty for not quite having explained to him why you wanted to talk to the Winchesters and what had been your suspicion; now proved right.

“Yeah,” Sam supplied helpfully, only to have Bucky repeat the word as if he was testing the taste of it on his tongue.

“A god.”

“The God, actually. Our Lord is one of kind,” Castiel appeared on the screen as well, offering a small wave that you reciprocated, too shocked to say hi.

“Except he has a sister, apparently,” Steve stated, checking with the hunters and they nodded in approval. “So you’re not denying it? You think… ugh, that The Chuck saved him.”

You made a face at his wording, but… yeah. The Chuck. The God named Chuck had saved both Bucky and you. It was official. But why? What the hell was your life anymore?

How cute and bold of you to call your life yours, you thought darkly.

“H’d weed’l,” Dean mumbled with his mouth full and shrugged. With effort, you translated it into ‘heard weirded’, which was… fair.

“You think God, capital G, saved me. Why the heck would he do that?” Bucky spitted out exasperatedly, clearly not happy about the revelation.

Eh. Revelation.

Steve tensed at your side at Bucky’s doubts, but said nothing.

“Why not?” Sam questioned, offering a small smile. Dean remained quiet, while Castiel tilted his head, seemingly curious.

“What’s the matter? Don’t you think you deserve to be saved?”

“Yeaaaah, let’s not go there,” you interjected when you noticed Bucky’s chest heaving and words in Russian spilling from his lips soundlessly.  Steve sighed, but apparently assessed it was better to let Bucky deal with the facts alone first. “Thanks for confirming our suspicions.”

“Did I do something wrong?” Castiel asked, sounding adorably confused and guilty.

“No, Castiel. It is just a lot to take it.” Understatement of the fucking year. “Speaking of which – I have a question.”

“Shoot,” Dean encouraged you, but his eyes narrowed in suspicion as the corners of your lips twitched.

“When you told me about the, eh, lovely things that walk this world... you didn’t mention a scarecrow.”

“…huh?”

Their confusion seemed pretty real to you, but you had to admit you were probably being too vague. So you decided to ask a direct question.

“Alright, sorry. This might sound stupid, but… there was this series of books Jarvis found online? I wouldn’t think much of it, except the characters are named Sam and Dean, they do hunt monsters and if I’m being honest, they definitely do act like you. So I just thought… you know. Stranger things happened…“

During your ramble, the friendly faces of the brothers gradually twisted into a disgusted grimace and you had your answer, much to your astonishment.

“I swear, Sam, I’m going to murder Becky. I’m going to kill her and kill her dead,” Dean sputtered and Sam just closed his eyes, his lips a thin line. “I can’t believe you almost married-“

Wait, what? That sounded even more interesting that the books! Though kinda private. Then again, the books described Winchesters’ lives in awful detail as far as you knew. And ended when Dean literally went to hell, so…

“How much of that thing you read?” Sam asked tiredly, his expression screaming annoyance.

You shrugged. “Not much. Kinda changes the experience when you have a good reason to believe it’s all true. Clint’s hooked, though,” you admitted, hoping it wasn’t showing how much you were enjoying the teasing.

On one hand, this was hilarious. On the other, well…

“Did you sell your story to the writer?” you pried, simply out of curiosity. No judgement there; they had enough shit in their lives as it was, being short on money was not helping, so why not use what they got.

“No!” Sam blurted out too eagerly, then cleared his throat. “No. But you’re going to like this. Carver Edlund is a penname. I give you one guess on what his ‘real’ name is.”

You squinted at the screen, not following why Sam made the air quotes.

“No clue...?”

“Chuck Shirley,” Dean announced, grinning, somehow managing to balance smugness and annoyance on his face.

“Huh?”

“Wait—Chuck? Why do I think this isn’t a coincidence?” Steve stepped in, which caused your head to snap at him.

Surely, he wasn’t implying that-

“Oh yeah. It’s exactly what you think,” Dean assured you, finishing his burger while you and Steve remained silent, simply at loss of words. What…? “You know, when people say God works in mysterious ways, they have no friggin’ idea,” he added resolutely, wiping his mouth, balling his napkin and throwing it direction of what you assumed was a trashcan; judging by the disappointed frown on his face and the hands thrown up by Sam, he missed.

So. God was a writer.  

God went by a penname, writing about Sam’s and Dean’s lives to make his living at some point.

It actually made sense; this whole thing, the grand scheme you were thinking about earlier, it sounded awfully like a plot of a freaking novel. No, scratch that, not a novel – an epos about Steve’s life, with features of a soap-opera. You did not enjoy being one of the characters, but apparently you had no choice.

There was literally nothing that would surprise you at this point. Seriously.

“Great. I don’t think I actually wanted to know that,” you stated, shaking off your thoughts. “Anyway. How is your week going so far?”

“Wonderfully. We ran into Rowena again,” Sam announced, obviously happy to change the topic. “Well, I called her. Dean lost his memory.”

Dean what?!

“Because of a spell!”

“Well, yeah. Doesn’t change the fact you called a lamp a light stick,” Sam mocked him, but you could see the relief in his features when he was able to do that. Because that meant Dean was okay. After all, you were talking to him and he appeared as always; with no manners, grinning, bickering with Sam and with all the knowledge of the hunting world he needed.

Your eyebrows rose anyway. A light stick?

“Dude! It’s a stick that produces light,” Dean exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air animatedly. “I was still a genius.”

That made you smile; hundred percent Dean. Yeah, he was just fine, fully recovered.

“I’m sure you were, Dean. You okay now?”

“Yeah. The Wicked Witch actually used some of that soulmate magic to heal-“ Sam started and stopped when he saw Steve’s face – something you had no courage to look at, because you had kinda… you had been vague when it came what exactly the witch had done – mainly because you had very little knowledge of it. “-never mind. I guess he can just cross out ‘amnesia’ from his bucket list.”

“Mm. Not pleasant. Been there. Done that,” you mused, your expression no doubt as bitter and wry as you felt.

“Well, so did I,” Bucky supplied darkly, his first words since the big discovery of who had been his salvation.

Duh. Salvation. You really should start thinking about your choice of words. This was not funny at all.

“Me as well,” Castiel joined the club.

“I don’t think I have…”

“Maybe you just forgot,” Dean nudged Sam, offering a lopsided grin.

“Jerk.”

“Bitch.”

“Why are you insulting each other…?” Castiel demanded, confused, and you laughed when Dean rolled his eyes, waving at you in goodbye, signalling to leave them be so they could explain the angel how humans worked sometimes.

You obediently ended the call, chuckling. They would have to visit one day – you missed them, despite calling them on a regular basis.

You eyed the two supersoldiers keeping you company in the common room, wondering what to do next.

“Alright. Now that we established we all deserve to be saved,” you stated, glaring at Steve, because you were aware of him questioning his survival of ice too – rarely, but still – and at Bucky, the man who had been frozen, unfrozen and mind-controlled, took lives against his will and had his own life taken away only to be rescued and question his worth.

“I think we know what we need now. Ice-cream!” you called out, raising your arms above your head theatrically, earning a chuckle from Steve.

“You scream?” Bucky looked at you, pretending to be confused.

“She does. Why would you scream, doll?”

You rolled your eyes fondly. They were lovely pieces of work when they teamed up to troll anyone. You were happy for it though, mostly for Bucky who was still struggling to adjust to his new life.

“Yeah, okay, I get it. We all scream, okay? What I’m saying is that we all scream for some ‘I scream,’ now give me my cookie crisp or I’ll show what moves Natasha taught me.”

You were not kidding. Natasha had learned you some basics of self-defence; Steve’s request, supported by you wholeheartedly. And by Tony. And Ryan. And everyone, to be honest.

“You should leave your moves for Steve to show only, sugar.”

“Ah, screw you, Barnes!” you spitted back, rising to your feet, and stuck your tongue at him.

“Such language! And again, I really think you should hide your tongue and do that only with St-“

You grabbed Steve’s hand and pulled him towards the kitchen as Bucky’s snicker sounded behind you. You never even opened the freezer, parking your backside on the counter, tugging Steve for a kiss instead. He laughed at first, but reciprocated the affection, slowly melting into it.

“Your friend’s such a little shit,” you hissed, but giggled into his shoulder. You felt… full. Happy. Right. You didn’t want to think about grand schemes anymore. You wanted to live and you had every opportunity. You were not going to waste it.

“I know,” Steve hummed, his chest shaking with hushed laughter, and he kissed the top of your head, while he wrapped his arm around your waist to pull you closer, stepping between your legs.

“You got that from him.”

“I think it was the other way around.”

You huffed and looked up again, finding Steve’s brilliant eyes twinkling with mischief. It was as adorable as stimulating; he always had this look in his eyes when he was up to no good and it often resulted in it being very good for you, usually tangled in the sheets. Or pressed against a wall. Or a table. Couch. Counter…

You wrapped your fingers around his nape and he obediently gave up to the pressure, bowing his head to meet you lips.

“Doesn’t matter. Kiss me like you mean it,” you requested lowly and you knew, just knew, that he would never deny you, definitely not that.

“As you wish…”

You barely had time to truly sink into the kiss, a sweet and passionate dance of lips, teasing teeth and tongues when an exasperated voice of a man arriving to collect his ice-cream interrupted you.

“Guys! Come on! Not in the kitchen! We eat here!”

So would Steve, flashed through your mind, but you withdrew a fraction, Steve’s mouth having frozen on yours anyway.

“Shut your piehole and let me follow your own advice!” you called out.

“I hate you,” Bucky deadpanned and you sent him an air kiss, hopping off the counter to have another sweet treat instead. After all, it was ten in the morning and you were in the kitchen. You could talk Steve into taking a ‘nap’ later.

“And that’s exactly why they compare you to the grumpy cat memes,” you threw back at Bucky, basking in the mock-insulted face the poor supersoldier made. You had introduced him to the meme after Clint had mentioned it. It was glorious. And very fitting.

“Punk, get hold of your bratty gal!”

Steve just shook his head at the childish behaviour – both yours and Bucky’s – and raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. A fraction of second later, he grinned.

“I was doing just that until you interrupted,” he pointed out while he was pulling out three spoons.

Your laughter and the slap of a high-five you exchanged with Steve was probably heard in the whole Tower.

You had no care in the world.

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Just a silly fluffy thing maybe, but hey… I thought I could share... to fill the time till December meaning an Andy fic :)

Thank you for reading!

Also, the last instalment will be ‘What I’d Never Say and Do (If I Was in My Right Mind)’

[northernkoyote]

Heroes, Hunters and Family

Bucky just wanted to grab something to eat, but instead he sees a kid stealing food.Now there are kids with guns, monsters attacking and Tony is... well just Tony.Aka Sam and Dean get a new family... more or less...

CHAPTER 4

-- 3 years later --

Sam sat in the Avengers tower on the top floor and looked outside. The Avengers were on a mission and so he was all alone. He sighed and looked at the silver knife in his hand. Dean gave it to him and he always kept it with him. Even at school. He knows it was stupid, but it reminded him of his brother... It has been three years and he still hadn't heard anything from him. Tony tried to find him, but Dean and their dad probably used different names again... or they were dead.

Sam didn't want to think about it, but his thoughts went back to the time when it was just him and Dean against the world. After their father had left. The police only tried to be nice, but Sam was scared and clung to his brother with his dear life. Dean was always the strong one, always protecting him. He wasn't even afraid of the adults. When they were in their first foster home, they only stayed for three days because Dean had carved some sigils into the floor and painted some on the wall. The foster parents were actually scared of them and immediately called the police. They were brought to another one, but there were already 8 other children. All of them were older then them and they always bullied them. Dean got into multiple fights with the other kids, until the parents had enough and send them away again.

Then they were brought into one of the worst homes. A business woman and her drunk husband. They had to be quiet all the time and were never allowed to interrupt them. When the husband came home from a bad day and was drunk, then he would yell at them and scream for more beer. The wife just locked herself into her room and pretended not to hear anything. There it was the neighbors that called the police and so they entered their fourth home. There it was only a woman who wanted to take care of them. First everything seemed nice and they thought that they finally found someone to live with. But no... it wasn't that easy. Turned out she was a vampire and tried to kill them later on. Dean managed to kill her and told the police that she just vanished and left them alone. The police was sceptical, but at this point, they were just frustrated with the boys. And then they brought them to their last home. An abusive woman and her equally abusive husband.

Dean always told Sam to go upstairs and close the door, when they were both drunk, but Sam heard that they hit Dean every time he said something he shouldn't have. He even saw bruises on his face and one time Dean was bleeding on his forehead because the woman had thrown a bottle at him. Sam had enough and walked up the woman and tried to talk to her, but she was angry again and slapped him in the face. Dean saw red and Sam had to use all his strength to prevent him from jumping at her. Dean grabbed everything he could, took Sam's hand and left in the middle of the night.

At first Sam was scared, but he was the happiest when it was just him and Dean. Of course it wasn't easy and he knew that it was difficult for Dean. He had to steal for them and at the same time he hunted monsters, in hope to find their dad. But yeah, now it was just him. Dean had left and maybe that was the right thing to do, but Sam didn't want the life of a hunter. He was happy with the Avengers and they were more like parents to him than John ever was...

Sam did not realize that the Avengers had returned, until he heard Tony clearing his throat. He turned around and Tony and Bucky stood at the entrance of the room.

"Hey, bud. How are you doing?" Tony asked softly.

"Fine. How was the mission?" Sam smiled and they walked up to Sam and each of them sat down on one side of him.

"Kinda boring... Thor and Hulk did most of it." Bucky answered.

"Well they are the strongest." Sam grinned and Tony snorted.

"Oh please. They are like two giant monkeys that argue about one banana."

Sam laughed and for a minute it was quiet.

"By the way, I made a new program and I just installed it in JARVIS. Maybe... maybe it'll help with the search."

"Thanks, Tony. You don't have to-"

"Nonsense. Of course I have to. I don't know why Dean is not answering his phone, but I am sure he has a reason. Probably a stupid one..." Tony muttered with a small smile.

"Tony is right. Dean is strong and I'm sure he's fine. He just... needs time." Bucky said.

Sam nodded. "Yeah, you are right. My brother may be a jerk, but he is too cool to die. Thanks guys." Sam immediately felt better.

"Sirs, the others have prepared dinner." JARVIS informed them and Sam instantly got up.

"Oh yeah, I'm starving. Come on guys."

"You go ahead, Sam. We'll be there shortly." Tony said and Sam left with a shrug.

"Don't blame me when there is nothing left for you."

Tony and Bucky laughed and watched as he left.

"Should we... give him hope?" Tony asked Bucky.

"I don't know. I think it'll help him, but..."

"What if Dean is really-?"

"No, Tony. Don't. We will only think about that when there is evidence."

Tony sighed. "I just want Dean to be alright."

"We should have met his father and made sure that he was fit to actually take care of Dean."

"Well, it's official. We are shitty parents." Tony said with a groan.

"To be fair, we weren't prepared for that."

"True, but still. Now we can only guess that Dean is fine..." Bucky nodded and then got up.

"Come on, old man. Before there really is no food left."

"You are the old one here, remember that , Buck." Tony grinned and Bucky helped him up.

"Well, I still look 30, so I'm good." He grinned and Tony rolled his eyes.

"I hate you."

"Love you too."

They went downstairs and had fun with the others, but inside, they were still worried about Dean.

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Inbox dump 

(brace yourselves, I’m including the timestamps because these have been sitting forever and you may literally forget ever having sent one of these because they’re from so long ago 😬)

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Anonymous said: March 11th 2014 *Clears throat* Non-canon verse, uni AU probably *strums guitar and takes a deep breath* DUEEEEE TO A COMPUTING errORRR, dean and gabe are stuck as roomatesssssssss, whilesamandcascanbestucktogethertoo that'snotaneccesitybutitwouldbegreaaaaaaaaattttttttt, and veeery soon it turns into something of a friendship BUT THEEEENNNN dean fights with saaAAAM and gabe is like "dude stop being so upset" aND FLUFF HAPPEeeeeeEEEEEEeens! *stands up and bows* tyvm for accepting debriel though like omg <3

I’ve been rewatching some of Supernatural seasons 5 and 6 this past weekend, and it reminded me how much I love and miss Gabriel. I still maintain that Debriel is a super-underrated ship. The manic-chaos potential is *muah*. (see: #Debriel)

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Anonymous said: August 7th 2018 psst... light back tickles while cuddling in bed are pure™ and wholesome™

Good shit good shit good shit

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Anonymous said: September 19th 2018 I love science and go to public seminars as often as I can. I walked in to the most recent one (which I had picked at random), and it was on the science of tickling. There were demonstrations. There were hand gestures and finger wiggling. There were in depth descriptions of the anatomy and physiology behind ticklish spots. It was legitimately your Amateur Production’s fic, and I was Kevin. Worst of all it was 2 hours long. I think I died during it and my soul was sucked into hell.

Uhhhhhh where can I get a copy of the slide deck?? Asking for a friend. (see: #series: Amateur Production)

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Anonymous said: September 23rd 2018 your art skills have me shook in the best possible way

aaaahh thank you! Fun fact: I went to art school and even took illustration as a concentration area but I’ve hardly drawn anything for like ten years. When I do draw, it’s usually because there are feelings that I don’t wanna do words about. (see: #strings does art)

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Halo!anon said: September 27th 2018 A small, sinful part of Castiel had the urge to gloat. It was somewhat dampened by the fact that Dean was still under the impression that being abducted is peak romance."I can't believe you went out of your way to set up our second date!" He'd squealed, as Castiel tightened his restraints. - little excerpt of a sequel to Date Nights with Demons i had planned for months but abandoned. halo!anon

Your demented version of Demon!Dean is so entertaining 😄 (see: Date Nights with Demons)

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Anonymous said: November 6th 2018 Aaaaah your Gabriel / Kali drabble was adorable, I can't help but love seeing our mighty archangel reduced to a mass of giggles, and you write Gabriel so so well <3. I love your writing your stories always brighten my day ^^

It’s so rare for him to let his guard down, isn’t it? But when he does, he has a grand old time of it. :) (see: this drabble)

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sarah-lou-who said: November 8th 2018 1/4 Boo! The ghost of my online presence in the community is peeking its head in because I need help. I don’t have a platform or following to sound an alarm, so I’m using my platonic tumblr wife’s platform and following for me, because that’s what platonic tumblr wives do. Right? Anyway, I’m very actively fixated on Attack on Titan atm. You know this very well. You also know my predicament. I seem to have exhausted the entire supply of tickly AoT content I’m interested in that exists currently. 2/4 So, if you’re willing to publish these for me, I’m crying out into the vast TFB lands hoping that there’s someone out there to answer the call. I am in desperate need of tickly AoT content. I don’t know if anyone around here writes for it much these days. I haven’t found anyone. And I know beggars can’t be choosers, but it can’t be helped; I really only care if Eren is involved. Even better would be Levi, but I haven’t found ANYTHING involving him, so I feel like asking for that is futile. 3/4 I digress. Even after all this time I can’t keep my asks less than 50 parts long. So my goal here is that someone, somewhere, will by chance come across these, and be able and willing to either write fic of the tickly variety for Eren and/or Levi from Attack on Titan, or direct me to someone who can, if they know a person who knows a person who knows a person. (Sidenote, hi anyone who still remembers me! It’s Sarah, the more ticklish half of Leerah. I’m doing good and I miss you!) 4/4 (I hope you’re all doing well!) Thank you for letting me take advantage of your devoted followers, Strings! Love yaaa!!!

Ah, my platonic tumblr wife Sarah returns! (Digitally, anyway. Reality-wise, we hang out all the time and it’s probably very rude of me to have not published this ask for so long!) I keep teasing her that she has a Type, and that is dark-haired sulky badass who’d probably make a wicked ‘ler – AoT Levi, SPN Cas, FMA Roy, etc. So anyway, if anyone knows of somewhere I can point her to find the content she’s (still) craving, lmk!

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Anonymous said: October 23rd 2019 I’m sorry if this is invasive in any way, but how is Sarah doing? I’ve been absent from Tumblr for a couple years and I see that her blog is now deactivated. I was just wondering if she’s doing alright and if she’s still around here on a different blog maybe?

See above! She doesn’t have a TFB community blog anymore, but she’s doing well. We’re quarantine buddies and helping each other out a lot. Very kind of you to ask! <3

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Anonymous said: December 2nd 2018 Hi, sorry to bother you but do you know what happened to prodigal-anon’s blog? It seems to have been deleted. Sorry again if you’ve been asked this before

No worries, friend! Here’s an answer for you!

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Anonymous said: December 13th 2018 I LOVE THE LOOPY SERIES! I love it so much, is there any chance you’ll be doing a part four? I’d give anything to see Cas and Dean tickle each other, it would be so cute 😍

Despite all evidence to the contrary, I haven’t entirely stopped writing... and Loopy 4 is one of those unfinished pieces that has seen a few additions lately. :) I’ve learned not to make promises about when something might get finished and posted, but I genuinely do believe this may be one of the first things that shows up once I’m ‘back in the game.’ Stay tuned... (see: #series: Loopy)

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Anonymous said: January 1st 2019 No no no you can't just stop there! I need more fluffy destiel with tickles and kissing! Pretty please?

I believe this is in response to Wonder whose arms will hold you good and tight. Don’t you worry, anon – Dean and Cas are not done being fluffy on this blog!

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1832wasalongtimeago said: January 25th 2019 Hi I just wanted to pop in and say the Maintenance series is amazing!! The second part was doing things to my poor heart I’ve read it like 5 times already. You’re such an amazing writer and thank you fo writing for us!

I’m very flattered, but I can’t take credit for the Of Maintenance series – that’s the lovely work of ask-flip-frost! It does things to my poor heart, too, so you’re in good company. :)

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Anonymous said: January 26th 2019 Sam Winchester can take a lot of things. The one thing he CAN'T take? Someone using baby talk on him when he's being tickled. He collapses into a puddle of helpless giggles faster than a house of cards in a stiff wind.

Precious Sammy just needs to laugh and be held, doesn’t he? <3

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Anonymous said: May 17th 2019 Thor needs tickles. So. Damn. Much.

Oh this was from right after Endgame came out. Thor did make me feel some sads there. :( Poor bab.

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Anonymous said: July 25th 2019 hi! i’ve read your wonderful fics forever but i’ve never really sent anything like this before so i don’t really know what to say.. but i had a destiel tickly thought and really wanted to share it with somebody, so here goes i guess- dean is taking too long in the shower so cas decides to use his mojo from the other room to speed things along. and listens to dean’s echoey laughs through the door. that’s all. sorry if this is weird! okay bye have a good one

This is not weird and I may have delayed in telling you any of my feelings about it but I definitely have a doc somewhere that has some vague notes about how I’d like to write this because I like it!

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Anonymous said: August 6th 2019 Anhhgff your Good Omens tword fics are so cute snvfddf i never knew I needed that of my favorite husbands till now😳😍

I know, right?! They’re just dying to be dropped into every fluffy situation. (see: #Good Omens)

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Anonymous said: July 25th 2019 Poking my head in to say hello, hope you’re doing well still! I just got into Good Omens and I absolutely loved your fic! (I watched the show first because my book was taking too long in the mail lol) Also, the other week I somehow talked myself into making a tfb blog, after all these years of almost doing so before chickening out (this ask isn’t from it because I just hopped in here briefly in a private phone browser to say hi, it’s literally just august-anon though) ~August!Anon

August!anon, I’m always so happy to see you stop by! Tagging your (not-so-new anymore) blog so everyone can check you out: @august-anon​

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hey-teenblog said: August 4th 2019 I love your fanfiction very much! They give me a lot of pleasant emotions. And most importantly, they, saturated with tenderness and love, gave me to accept myself as lee!! sorry for my english, i'm russian Love you 😘❤️

I will never tire of hearing things like this! Thank you for telling me. “Saturated with tenderness and love” is a such wonderful compliment about my writing – thank you very much! No need to apologize for language differences; I’m always impressed with anyone who manages to pick up English because it’s bonkers. 

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Anonymous said: August 23rd 2019 Hi! Just found this blog and wondering some basic info. ** What fandoms do toy write for? ** Do you accept prompts? ** Do you write reader insert fics? Thank you lovley ❤️

Anonymous said: August 29th 2019 Do you write tickle fics for bnha?? Asking for a friend 👀👀

The only fandoms I have reliably been able to write for are Supernatural and Good Omens – but even Good Omens is a rookie player here. Supernatural is my main jam, and Destiel is my favorite flavor. I don’t do reader inserts, but I’m always “accepting” prompts. I just haven’t written many of them for quite a long time now, so you’re welcome to drop them as long as you’re okay with them collecting dust. (see: this selfsame post)

My About/FAQ page is very dusty right now, too, but there might be some useful tidbits in there for you.

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Anonymous said: November 12th 2019 okayokayokay. Have you watched Lucifer? It's on netflix, it's great, so much emotions and pining. (Also, y'know, reg. Luci stuff. He runs a club. Bad jokes. It's great.)

I haven’t, but it’s on my Netflix watchlist, so I’ll get there eventually! I saw a gifset once where he actually did the thing I see in winged fanfic all the time, where there was gunfire and he sheltered someone he cared about with his manifested wings. And honestly, that was the deciding factor for me.

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Anonymous said: November 16th 2019 Oh Man U listen to Critrole as well! Nice! Campaign 1 was awesome but also heartfelt and really gut-punching at points. Who is your fav so far, anyone you aren’t fond of? (& Out of interest do you have any tickle related thoughts on the main crew or upcoming Fics we can look out for? As you said it’s tumbleweeds out here for this fandom’s tickles and I’ll take anything really 😂!) Hope u enjoy!!!!!

It’s STILL tumbleweeds out here and it’s making me crazy! My heart belongs to Vax primarily, Percy secondarily. I don’t really have cohesive thoughts or headcanons about anything, unfortunately. I do have this one mental picture that keeps coming up that I keep wanting to see art of (who knows, maybe I’ll commission somebody someday?) – of ridiculous brute Grog just lifting Vax straight up in his arms and gettin’ wiggly with his fingers while all Vax can do is laugh and pry and kick while absolutely nobody helps him.

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Regarding #series: Accessor:

Anonymous said: August 31st 2015 I would like to see accessor!verse cas using feathers on Dean!!! and NIBBLES and RASPBERRIES and TEETH and TONGUE and WOWWWWWW

ME TOO, FRIEND. It’s been aaaaages since I published anything new for the Accessor AU, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t been going back to my unfinished docs every once in a while to add a few lines here and there. ;) 

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Anonymous said: October 29th 2016 Prompt: Cas is put in charge of getting a treaty with a neighboring country that shares a lot of the same customs, including Accessories, with certain... twists (think Bracelets AU) and treats their personal slaves (like Accessories) like people (listening to opinions, giving proper care, etc.). The foreign diplomats keep bringing that up and talking to Dean. Cas isn't sure he can make it though the diplomatic proceedings. Also, he might be having improper thoughts about that custom and Dean...

I’m posting this here, but I’m definitely keeping this filed elsewhere because it’s FANTASTIC.

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Halo!anon submitted: June 4th 2018 I can’t help but imagine how tickling must play a part in other aspects of society in the accessor ‘verse, besides the sessions between master and accessory. So here’s some imagines and headcanons, with a touch of worldbuilding. (Warnings, besides the usual for this AU: death mention, reference to past trauma.)

- Among the high class, during parties and other celebrations, it’s seen as a common courtesy to string up one’s personal accessory in the center of the room and let the guests entertain themselves with them. Lord Castiel never does this with Dean, much to his fellow nobles’ disappointment; the mere suggestion had Dean quaking as things he’d rather forget came back to bite him.

- Every so often, a petty criminal(the poor man’s accessory, if you will) is placed in stocks in a small town’s square and left at the mercy of the very people they used to menace. What happens next usually involves honey, some sheep, and plenty of begging. A guard stands by to warn people, “No hurting, only tickling. Everyone please wait your turn, they’re not going anywhere any time soon.”

- Certain monastic healers perform tickle therapy as a treatment for anxiety, stress, and other “diseases of the soul”, as they call them. Balthazar himself proposed the idea, because of course he did. The rich usually indulge in this kind of therapy secretly, due to its undignified nature. Some contemplate the possibility of training accessories to tickle in the future, but it’s still a big taboo.

- Every town has a folktale about a tickle monster. Curiously, many of them involve controlling plants and attacking through dreams. The southern communities still have a giggle remembering that one time six years ago when Michael offered to hunt down one such monster and came back with Crowley, a sleazy drunkard with a fetish and a dream, sitting in a cage and wearing a mask.

- The Masters sisters, Lillith, Meg and Ruby, have a long history with law enforcement. Their favorite pastime is snatching unlucky merchants off the roads and tickling them into coughing up everything they have. Everyone is sure they had a hand in Fergus"Crowley" Macleod’s untimely demise by ferocious attack hounds, but they’re very good at covering their tracks. They’ll help you cover up your tracks too, if you’re a friend- ask Bela Talbot.

I might make a second part if I get any more ideas. I hope you enjoyed this! -Halo!anon.

I am very fond of you indeed, Halo!anon. These are so creative!

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hypahticklish submitted: July 24th 2018 Accessor!Ideas:

~ Gabriel leads a furious rant regarding Prince Lucifer/Sam to Castiel, relating back to perhaps dealings he has directly had with the Prince between their two unstable-yet-truced Kingdoms. Castiel relates with similar views shared by Gehenna’s councilor(s).

~ Dean and Sam BM where the audience learns more about their homevillage. Dean starts it after a rather morose remark from Sam and ends with Sammy smiling and stealing my heart.

~ Balthazar helps Sam in several ways: 1) Learns the Sam was originally a psuedo-Advocates apprentice, as well as herbalist nephew when Sam identifies the components to some salves/medicines he’s making (he had been explaining what he was doing in an attempt to spare himself being attacked like the first couple times) 2) Calls Sam out on being intelligent and making a recklessly stupid choice by selling himself to find Dean. 3) Removes Lucifers mark. And maybe perhaps: 4) Allows Sam to assist in his own healing/medicine making under his careful observation, feigned as needing two sets of hands to do correctly and his assistant was running an errand, to assess his skills. 5) Offer he work in the hospice under him, apprenticing, should Gabriel allow his intelligence not go to waste. It’s not what Sam really wants to do/learn, but it’s better than doing nothing.

~Dean officially thanks Castiel for saving Sam. I’m talking full feels, single man tear sorta thing. And Castiel says “there was never another option” and then its schmoopy sweet with the kisses and the tickles and the Cas saying he loves Dean back!!!!!!!! swoon.

~ Kali!Likes!Sam’s!Spirit! Give me a dinner scene with Gabriel, Kali and Sam where hes holding his own in a diplomatic conversation with them when he nearly crosses a line (maybe something classist? Making it clear that Cas and Gabe are the exception to his experiences) and she says “I like this ones fire. He reminds me of you, my love.” *grabby hands*

~ Prince Lucifer sends a message to Gabriel requesting (threatening) his Helpmate be returned to him for a handsome reward. Sam somehow sees letter and gets spooked because DRAMA. Gabriel responds to Lucifer with the Chief Advocate equivalent of “Fuck Off”

You, my friend. YOU. All these feelings about Sam? Top-notch, and I shall be borrowing them, yes I shall.

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Regarding #android!Cas:

hypahticklish said: January 23rd 2016 Android!Cas deciding today is the DAY. Dean has been teasing him lately that he likes these strange sensations that have him using all his back-up generated power to not accidentally break Dean's bones and challenging him with that cocky smirk and relaxed confidence. Android!Cas practicing during time while Dean rests with holding objects with similar density to the human wrists with enough gentle force that they neither fracture or slip from his grasp. Android!Cas surprising Dean by turning the tables and pinning his wrists over his head while settling himself on Dean's thighs. Android!Cas not necessarily tickling at first so much as just touching like he had been wanting to so as to catalog how his best friend feels with his new technology. Android!Cas feeling that bubble of FEELS in his chest as he listens to Dean swear at him with positive physical actions negating his harsh words, growing more amused as the bubbling giggles begin. I love Android!Cas 

Anonymous said: January 23rd 2016 Android!Cas figures out his own strength comes in handy for more than just retaining himself during tickle fights. When he surprises Dean, Dean tends to squirm and fight back a little (even though he told Cas to get him back as part of the experience), so Cas uses his strength to gently hold Dean down while ticking him. Dean's never been held immobile before so it's a new experience for him, but he ends up liking it. Cas notices how Dean relaxes into his hold after a minute or so. Cas doesn't fail to use this knowledge about Dean, coming up with teasing words and methods of ticking to make Dean all squirmy and giggly, taking special notice of how light tickles effect Dean even more than most other touches, using that specially designed soft brush meant to gently clean Cas' delicate computer chips.

Anonymous said: February 17th 2016 I'm joining in on the Android!Cas thing, if not too late. Perhaps Android!Cas has detachable parts, like a foot, and Dean is a jerk and runs off and hides with it all the while tickling it and making fun of Android!Cas's increasingly desperate attempts to get it back.

Y’all, careful deliberate curious determined ‘ler Cas is LIFE. And, reserved confused helpless adorable ‘lee Cas is also life. Detachable and extensible parts are probably key to both of these things.

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Regarding current personal circumstances:

Anonymous said: January 14th 2020 I pray that you’re able to find peace during this difficult time. You are loved more than you will ever know. I know it’s hard to believe, but there will come a time that you are thankful for this experience, because it will have turned you into the person you are truly meant to be. Be strong and be hopeful. Keep your faith and keep knowing that you are going to be okay. Don’t let this dark time destroy the magnificent light inside of you. Sending you so much love

Anonymous said: January 17th 2020 I’m so sorry you’re struggling. Hang in there! We’re all here for you!

Anonymous said: February 11th 2020 all my love, thoughts and prayers are going towards you right now. also wanted to just drop a little thank you note in your inbox for all the light and joy i've found in your fics over the years. im sitting half way through my first year at uni currently but ive been a fan of yours since early highschool and i feel like ive almost grown up with your writing and fanfics in a strange way, so thank you so much for that. sending all my love to you once again- you are so strong x

I love you all so much.

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Birth in Reverse - Part 8 (Finale)

Pairing : Plus size Reader x Bucky Barnes ; Nadia (twin morphed into Y/N) x Thor

Warning : Language, Angst, Death of Character

Word Count : 1.7k

She couldn't sleep that night, several emotions crushing through her. The day spent with Pepper was nice but Nadia still felt out of place. Physically, emotionally and mentally. The fact she hasn't heard from you since the mission made her tense and stress even more. 'Y/N? You there', she whispered in the partially lit room. No response. 'Come on please. I…I nee… nevermind', she sighed. Standing up, she put on a sweatshirt and headed to the compound's kitchen. She stopped before entering, feeling a presence in the room. "It's just me", his voice filled the place. She entered and saw Bucky. "Can't sleep either?", he asked and saw her shake her head. "Yeah me neither. You want some hot chocolat?", he asked. "Is it good?", you asked intrigued since you never had it. His eyes locked with yours, a hint of pain crossing his. "It's the best", he replied a small smile crossing his features. He served her a mug before serving himself. "Thanks", she mumbled. "You're welcome." "I'm going to the roof, you wanna join?", she asked him. He nodded and followed her, taking place on one of the couches, the warm beverage battling the night's colder breeze. 

She broke the silence and told him, "I get why she likes you so much. You're a pure soul, peaceful. You have that sort of hypnotic vibe going on, attracting everyone when you arrive in a room." His eyes widened at her words, shocked at her description. He never thought that of him, always seeing himself as a damaged man, the murderer unworthy of second chances. "Wow…I ehm thank you I guess", he stuttered. Nadia chuckled and confirmed, "Like I said pure soul." You both continued sipping on the excellent chocolat. After a while she told him, you weren't reaching out to her for a while now. "There's one thing I would like to try and see if she comes back but I don't know if it's a good idea", exclaimed Nadia nervously. "Tell me maybe I can help", he leaned forward concerned. "I want to provoke her feelings by…kissing you." "What?"

"Maybe if I kiss you, she'll come back", Nadia told him and looked at his reaction which was between shock, concern and uncertainty. "Look if you don't want to, I'll try something else", Nadia stood up about to leave back inside. Before he could protest, Bucky's body jerked up and asked her to wait. She turned around and looked at him, seeing him nod. She put her mug down and stepped closer, her lips inches from his. Their breath fanning each other's faces. A second later, Nadia closed the gap and caught Bucky's lips with hers. Bucky felt the difference, even if it was the same body. Her’s was raw, fiercer, desperate while yours was sweet, slow, passionate. The kiss got feverish, Bucky's hands squeezing her hips when suddenly she jerked off him and slapped herself. 'BIIIITCH HOW DARE YOU?'

"Y/N? Finally", chuckled Nadia out of breath. 'WTF??' "It was the only way to get you back. Why did you stop interacting", asked Nadia desperately. 'Why you kissing my man? You are in so much trouble ! HE IS TOO!'. Nadia turned to Bucky and told him what you just said and saw his Adam Apple bubble up and down. "Sorry", he mumbled under his breath. 'YOU WILL BE', your angry thoughts surfacing your shared mind. "I'm gonna go", said Nadia and headed to your room. "Why have you been MIA?", she asked you. 'I didn't want to interfere'. She shook her head not understanding, "Interfere in what? I don't get it". 'On you getting a life, having a chance for happiness', you replied with a small but firm voice. "Oh", she breathed out, not expecting that. She felt her eyes getting wet and declared with a shaky voice, "I can't be happy if there is a missing part in it. I - I can make it if you're not in it. We're sisters. We're connected for the best and the worst." Your body began to tremble, too many emotions crossing your souls. You spent the rest of the night figuring a way out of cohabitation without one or the other let go. 

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"Just a sec", shouted Nadia across the room. She was finishing doing her hair when the knocks on her room door echoed. She reached the handle and opened, facing Happy. He presented a bag to her and told her it was from Pepper. She thanked him and went back in the room. Inside was a note saying 'The party won't be the same without you in this dress' and Nadia reached the dress in question. It was the one she tried on during the shopping spree with her aunt. 'That's nice of her', you said. Nadia nodded amazed. She put it on and looked at herself in the miroir, feeling beautiful. 'They're not ready', you said amusement laced in your voice. "Hell no they aren't", smirked Nadia. The next firm knocks told Nadia that Thor stood behind the door. It was their official first date. They wanted to keep it among the compound and that's how they decided one of Tony Stark's parties would be the best. Not a traditional first date and probably not the most romantic one but you were beyond that at this point. When he saw her/you his eyes sparkled. "You look ravishing Lady Nadia." 

"Please just Nadia and you look amazing too", she commented flirty. He presented his arm and accepting it, they joined the others at the party. They spend the night chatting, dancing and laughing with the team. You and Nadia never felt so much love in a room, wherever it was amicably or romantically. Eventually the party ended and Thor insisted in bringing Nadia to her room. "I've had the best night ever, thank you Thor", she told him. "The pleasure was all mine." Their eyes kept switching between their lips while closing the gap between each other. When their lips collided, Thor's lighting prickled Nadia's skin deliciously. They kissed like there was no tomorrow : wild, passionate, desperate. When they disengaged, Nadia felt her hand tickle and her eyes widened. "Oh no", she whispered before her hand smacked Thor in the face. 'Payback's a bitch !', you exclaimed amused. Nadia caressed Thor's face and apologized. "Sorry long story. Y/N says hi." He frowned but smiled that dorky smile of his and shook his head, "No problem I understand that Lady Y/N's heart is on someone else." Nadia bit her lips from smiling so hard and kissed him once more before telling him goodnight and head inside her room. 

It's been two days since the party and Nadia tried to share her time between Bucky and Thor. You were in the middle of training when Fury called an emergency meeting. He told the team, they were seeking a Hydra attack bigger than they ever had. Everyone was called on the mission and suited up as quickly as possible. Hydra managed to infiltrate two severely protected nuclear weapon sites. It turns out some of the commanders were Hydra members. The team was split in two to cover both of the sites. You/Nadia were with Bucky, Thor, Tony, Wanda, Vision, Rhodes and Peter while Steve, Sam, Natasha, Bruce, Scott, Tchalla, the Dora Milaje army on the other. 

"Be safe people", commented Tony through the comms. Nadia, Bucky and Thor all shared a look. And the fight began ; the order taking out every Hydra agent without mercy and at that you were the best. You all fought for what felt like hours. You ended up in the room here the nuke was being prepared for launch. "Get away from that controller", she screamed at the man, who only laughed loudly. "Make me", he challenged her. She groaned in rage and ran towards him. She quickly disarmed him and killed him. She heard the panel light up and saw the building's roof open up. She tried to stop the countdown and was succeeding when the sound of shoots echoed in the room. She reached out to her stomach and saw her hands filled with blood. It all came like a violent wave crushing her, she fell on her knees. Bucky and Thor entered the room, their faces screaming horror. They saw the previous hidden Hydra agent stand behind her and pull the trigger one last time. The last thing she remembered was them. One final good thing before the grand ending. 

Bucky ended by tacking the member out while Thor fried the panel's system. They turned her around, her pulse weakly bumping their final moments. "Stay with me Y/N, please. You can't leave me", cried Bucky. "Nadia, my queen keep fighting. Please don't go", echoed Thor same feelings. The last thing you felt was levitation and then blackness. 

You woke up, your face sweaty, gasping for air. "Good Lord you scared the hell out of me", you heard beside you. You turned your head and saw Nadia sitting beside you, a worried expression on her face. "Nadia", you whispered in shock. You touched her arms and copped her face in disbelief "You're here with me." "Ok you're starting to really freaking me out. Chill, you fell asleep on the desk", she replied her brows still frowning. "You had a nightmare?", she asked. You looked around and found yourself in the college room where you had the bomb vision. Lost, you declared "Yeah I think I did but not everything was terrible." A man in his 50 entered the auditorium and began his speech. "You ok? ", whispered Nadia in your ear. You nodded and quickly replied that it just felt so real. 

"I have the pleasure to introduce to you the Avengers who kindly passed by to share some advices with you", said the Dean making the room roar in anticipation. You saw every member of the team enter, the team that you were still a member of a few minutes ago. Your eyes landed on Bucky while you heard Nadia's sneaky comment about Thor, "He yummy". You couldn't keep your eyes from him and he must have sensed it because they lock with yours. He frowned slightly and you truly knew that all of it was only a dream. Feeling caught, you fixed your eyes at the window waiting for the bomb to explode the building but it never happened. It was just another (bitter)sweet summer day. 

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Hunted - Chapter Three

A/N: This series is a military AU that will feature characters from Marvel and Supernatural. This will be a rollercoaster and I will try to warn accordingly for every chapter. Also, I want to throw out there that feedback is the fastest way to my heart. And last but not least, a shout out to my girl @thorne93​ for betaing all of this (and yelling at me), and to my girl @superapplepie​ for letting me test this story out on her, you guys are the best.  

THIS SERIES WAS PREVIOUSLY POSTED TO @sebs-potato

Flashbacks are italics. 

Warnings: Angst. 

Characters: Julia Smith (OFC), Bucky Barnes, Clint Barton, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Steve Rogers, Thor Odinson, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson, Tony Stark

Wordcount: 2372

Series Summary: 

Julia Smith has spent her entire adult life serving her country, but now she lives her life as an inactive marine in New York city. She’s trying hard to find her footing as a civilian, but she can’t shake the restlessness that has settled in her bones. One day she gets an anonymous note with information about a friend’s suicide, and the chase for information begins.

Her first stop is her old comrade, James Barnes, and together they set out to reunite their old squad, to gather intel, and to solve a mystery. The deeper they dig, the more dangerous it gets, and it does not take long before they understand that they’re being hunted. Now it’s a race against the clock. Can they get to the bottom of this and find out who’s hunting them before they lose anymore men?

The squad is united again for one last mission, and it’s gonna be one hell of a ride.

May 5th 2018, Sam Wilson’s funeral, West Virginia:

A soft knock sounded on Bucky’s hotel room door. For a second he just stood there, immobile as his eyes locked on the blue jacket that was splayed out on the meticulously made bed. It took another knock to pull him out of his trance like state and get him to open the door. 

Julia stood on the other side of the door, her hazel eyes as blank and empty as Bucky’s. He didn't say anything, didn't even invite her in, instead he just let the door stay open as he turned away from her and walked back into his room. The sun shone through the thin white curtains, filling the small space with light. Bucky looked very handsome in his Blue Dress uniform, but today Julia wished none of them had to wear it. 

“We need to get going, Buck,” she said in a soft voice. 

“I'm just…” he said, but his voice trailed off there. She knew what he meant though, it had taken her a good while to get dressed today too. 

She walked over to the bed and carefully picked up his jacket before holding it out for him. A hint of appreciation flashed across his face before he turned around and let her help him put the jacket on. “Are you ready for this?” she asked carefully as she straightened out the shoulders, letting her hands linger there for a moment longer than she needed too. 

“As ready as I'll ever be,” he countered, his long fingers working on the many buttons. 

“Yeah,” she said in agreement, her eyes stung with tears as she thought about the day that lay before them, and the comrade they would have to say goodbye to. “Wilson would probably crack some sort of joke to lighten the mood right about now.” 

A huff of air left Bucky’s mouth before a fond smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “You’re right. And it would probably be something about you in a skirt,” he said with amusement, motioning towards Jules in her uniform. 

“Very true,” she agreed. 

***

Sergeant Wilson’s funeral was beautiful. Lots of kind words and funny anecdotes were shared through speeches from his friends and family. It was reassuring to them all to learn that Sam Wilson the civilian wasn't much different than Sam Wilson the soldier. They all got to say their goodbyes to their fallen comrade, and Steve had taken the podium to offer gratitude for Sam's service, both on behalf of the country and on behalf of the squad. 

Later on, when they all had had an opportunity to get changed out of their uniforms again, they met up at a small, hole in the wall pub, that was Wilson’s favorite watering hole. It was good to be together again, even though the circumstances could be better. 

Julia let her eyes take in the faces around the table. On her right sat Steve, the man who had officially welcomed her to Camp Lehigh after she passed all the tests. Then there was Dean, the ever flirty, but kind hearted mechanic of their squad, and his little brother Sammy, or doc, who had joined their squad after their medic fell in combat. There was Thor and Clint, the dynamic overwatch duo, the spotter and the sniper. A seat was left open for Wilson, a shot glass placed upside down on the table in front of the vacant chair to honor him. Then there was Bucky, and of course Julia. Seven people sat around the table, trying to end the day a bit better than it started, trying to fill the void which the empty chair had left in their souls. 

“So, Jules. How’s bartending going?” Thor asked, the squad playing catch up to keep track of how everyone was doing. 

“I got fired,” she said, downing a shot of vodka. “My boss wasn't too happy with me when I broke a guy’s nose,” she explained with a shrug. 

“You did what?” Clint asked with laughter in his voice. 

“He grabbed my ass, okay?” she defended. “I gave him fair warning before I elbowed him in the nose.” 

All eyes flitted over to Dean as Thor spoke up. “Sound familiar, Winchester?” he said with a chuckle. 

“Hey, I learned my lesson,” Dean defended, throwing his hands up. 

“Oh, there's a story there,” Sam piped in. “Tell me,” he demanded with amusement. 

“I don't think we need to go down that road,” Dean said before taking a huge gulp of his whiskey. 

“Why? Still embarrassed?” Steve taunted. 

“My pride is permanently damaged, alright?” the eldest Winchester said with a very dramatic voice. 

“I need to know this story,” Sam pressed, and all of a sudden all eyes were on Julia again. 

“Alright, Sammy,” she said with a smile before taking a sip of her beer. “It was during my first deployment with the squad. We had two days left and we were celebrating that all of us were going home with all limbs intact after a string of successful missions. Wilson had gotten his hands on some locally brewed vodka-” a collective shudder went around the table as they all remember the taste of the god awful booze- “It was nasty as fuck, but it got the job done. After about half a bottle, your brother comes up to me-” 

“Again, Wilson’s idea,” Dean pointed out. 

“Anyway… Dean comes up to me and places his hand on my ass before he invited me back to the tent for what he called a private celebration.” 

“Tell your brother how that worked out for you, Winchester,” Clint ordered, a wide grin on his face. 

“It didn't. I believe her exact words were ‘if you don't get your hand off my ass, I will tear it off and beat you to death with it’.” 

“Damn straight,” Jules said, reaching over and clinking her glass against Dean’s, shooting him a wink. 

“I remember Dean telling us he was gonna make a move,” Thor commented. “Everyone told him not to, except for Wilson who, of course, urged him on.” 

“Yeah… pretty sure he just wanted to see me get my ass kicked by a girl,” Dean said as he raised his glass, waiting for the others to do the same. “To Sergeant Wilson, the world is a less interesting place without you,” he said. 

“To Wilson,” the others said in unison, raising their glasses in salute to their fallen brother before emptying them. 

***

May 19th 2018, Clint Barton’s farm: 

Bucky and Julia made their way down the dirt road towards Hawkeye’s farm, the motorcycle undoubtedly making their arrival known. The farm was placed in the middle of nowhere, no civilization for miles and miles around it, just like Clint wanted it. Julia couldn't help but smile as the white townhouse came into view, green frames around the many windows, and a large tree with a swing hanging from it cast a shadow over their front porch. 

She had been here once before, her and Bucky had traveled up here to break the news when Natasha had died, given hers and Clint’s relationship it didn't seem right to do it over the phone. 

Clint stood on the grass in front of the house alongside his wife, Lexi, as Bucky pulled the bike to a stop and shut off the engine. An uneasy feeling settled in him as soon as he saw his two friends’ faces, the memory of the last time they were here was still fresh in his mind. Lexi reached down and laced fingers with her husband, knowing that whatever came next wasn’t gonna be good. 

Julia and Bucky dismounted the bike and put their helmets on the ground before making their way over to the two of them. This place was so peaceful, the only sounds that could be heard was birds chirping in the trees and a faint buzz of a river nearby, it didn't feel good for them to come here and disrupt the peace, but Hawkeye needed to be briefed.

Bucky went up and gave Clint a quick hug before hugging Lexi, then Julia did the same. 

“I'm always happy to see you guys, but something tells me this isn't a social visit,” Clint said knowingly. 

“Can we talk?” Julia asked. 

“I'll go get y’all some refreshments,” Lexi said, understanding that this conversation wasn't for her ears. 

“Thanks, babe,” Clint said as he kissed her cheek. “What's going on?” he asked as soon as she was out of earshot, a serious expression on his face. 

Julia filled him in on everything she knew, all from Sam and Natasha, to the note she got and finally about Donna and the hit list she had found. “We’re being targeted,” she finished. 

“Shit,” was all he could think of to say. “So what's next?” 

“You need to get your family out of here and into hiding,” Bucky said in a gravelly tone. “We’re gonna try and find out what's going on, but in the meantime I think we should all be looking over our shoulders.” 

“We could also use all the help we can get,” Julia said. 

“Don't get me wrong, I'd trust you both with my life. Hell, I've done that a million times, but this is all a bit much to swallow,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“I know, but we wouldn't be here if this wasn't real,” Julia countered. “If you don't want to help, that's fine, but you and your family need to go into hiding until we figure this out.” 

Something drew Hawkeye’s attention from his comrades and to a nearby hilltop, it wasn't much, but he swore he saw a blinking light. “GET DOWN!” he yelled, the three of them throwing themselves to the ground instantly. A bullet came soaring through the air and hit the ground two feet behind Clint, if he had been standing it would have gone straight through his head. 

All three of them got back on their feet, keeping low as they made their way into the house. “Take the kids into the basement,” Clint ordered his wife who looked terrified, but did as she was told. The trapdoor in the kitchen floor hid a steep set of stairs into what was a fully stocked safe room. Lexi and the kids had barely shut the hatch as the second bullet came crashing through the window. 

“Attic.” Clint took lead as the three of them climbed the stairs, keeping their heads low and bodies away from the windows. They climbed a ladder to the dusty attic where Clint had a sniper rifle setup in front of the small window there. He handed Jules his binoculars before he took his position in front of the gun. “South-west hilltop,” he said to Jules. “I need the exact distance and wind.” 

This was not Julia’s expertise, but she had been through training on this as well at some point. She scanned the hilltop, the digital scope giving her distances and such, but there were no one up there. “They’re gone,” she said. 

Before the words had left her mouth, Clint got back up, he knew they were gone too. “That bullet would have gone straight through my head,” he said knowingly. “I'm in.” 

***

“These are the coordinates to a hunting cabin, it's off the grid, deep in the woods, and can in no way be traced back to me,” Clint said as he handed a yellow post-it note to Bucky. “You guys go there, get set up, and I'll be there as soon as my family is safe.” 

“Where are you taking them?” Julia asked, concern in her hazel eyes. 

“Gonna keep that to myself,” he said, shooting them a wink. “I'll grab some untraceable phones on my way back, but other than that, the cabin should be fully stocked. I'll be there by sundown tomorrow.”  

And with that they parted ways, Clint in his car with his family, Jules and Bucky on his bike. 

It was the middle of the night and pitch black when the bike pulled up in front of the small cabin. Somewhere in the distance they could hear an owl hooting, some crickets were chirping in the grass, but other than that, it was dead quiet. 

“One of us should keep guard,” Bucky said as they opened the front door and stepped inside. It was a tidy space, but bore signs of not being used much over the past year's, they noticed a thin layer of dust covering every surface as Bucky shone his flashlight through the room. 

“You've been driving all day, I'll take first watch,” Julia stated simply. “Don't argue me on this, go get some shut eye, and I'll wake you in four hours,” she added when Bucky was about to protest. 

He shone the light at her, taking in her form for a second before he agreed, her face telling him that there would be absolutely no arguing with her. “Fine. Night vision goggles are in my duffle,” he said as he dropped the bag to the ground. 

Julia had already started rearranging the little kitchen, making room for a chair in front of the window that would give her the best overlook. “Thanks,” she said as he handed her the goggles and a bottle of water. 

“I'll be on the couch,” he said, pointing his thumb over his shoulder towards the sofa. 

“Hey, James?” Julia said softly as he was walking away from her. 

There it was again, his real name spoken with so much emotion, he didn't say anything though, just turned his head so he could see her. Or at least her outline in the darkness.

 “I'm sorry you got dragged into all of this. I had no idea what this was when I came to you.” 

“I know. You’re not at fault here.” He sat down on the couch and untied his shoes before he kicked them off and laid down. “We’re gonna get to the bottom of this,” he assured just as he closed his eyes, only then realizing how truly exhausted he was.

It had been a very long day. 

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What Are We?

Summary: Dean comes to Rachelle's house and they two of them have a heart to heart.

Pairing: Dean X OC

Word Count: 1308

I let out a small laugh. “It means if you two ever need help on a case give me a call. I'll either lend my expertise over the phone or I'll meet you guys and help take down the monster of the week.” I moved over to my bag and began putting my things back together. The case was over and I wanted nothing more than to go home, curl up in my own bed and sleep off my injuries. “That's not what I meant,” Dean said handing me my pistol. I looked up at him with a raised brow. I knew exactly what he was asking, but I wasn't ready to have that talk yet. I was hurting and my mind was still all over the place. It would be awhile before I was willing to talk feelings. “I know it ain't cowboy. As for me and you, if you ever feel the urge to scratch an itch you're welcome at my place. I don't care that you're a hunter. You're too good to give up.” I gave him a light kiss and walked out of the room heading toward my car.

After throwing my bag in the backseat I checked to make sure Sam hadn't done any damage. Satisfied that she was alright I climbed behind the wheel and peeled out of the parking lot. Due to my injuries I had to stop before making it home. I just couldn't drive anymore with how bad I was aching. And the last thing I wanted to do was wreck. So I checked into another cheap motel for the night and crashed. Come morning I hit the road again and let out a sigh of relief when I pulled into my driveway. I made my way inside and the first thing I did was mix myself a drink. Probably not the best thing to do with a head injury, but I didn't care. The alcohol would help me think.

After making a drink I ran myself a bubble bath and relaxed. My thoughts kept going back to Dean no matter how many times I tried to think of something else. After awhile I gave up and just thought about him; his smile, his freckles, his gorgeous green eyes, his body, how good I felt with him.  It was clear I had it bad for the other hunter and I wasn't really sure what to do with that. I had never had feeling for someone before. This was all new and very strange. My bath eventually became cold and I got out, dried off and fell face first on my bed. Sleep came and I welcomed it as I didn't have to think. For a few hours I could get a break from seeing Dean Winchester’s smile. Or so I thought, he even invaded my dreams.

It had been a little over a week since I last saw or heard from Dean and I wasn't sure if I was happy or upset about it. I had been able to get my thoughts in order. I now knew what I felt, but I wasn't about to call him and tell him. That seemed clingy. I felt it was better to let him come to me, but so far he hadn't. A sigh left me as I worked on a drawing for a client. It was simple a picture of Thor holding a girl in a loving embrace as they stood in front of a lake with the sun setting. It wasn't hard to do and I was more than happy to do it for the $200 the client had offered me. It was just everytime I looked at it, it wasn't Thor and some girl I saw; it was me and Dean.

A growl left me and I was about to throw my sketch pad when a knock sounded at my door. I looked at my clock seeing it was 10:30 at night and wondered who it could be. I set my sketch pad down on the living room table and went to the door. Opening it I was surprised to see Dean on the other side. “Well this is a surprise. I didn't think I would be hearing from you again.” I moved letting him come in and went back to the living room knowing he would follow. “I would have came sooner, but we ended up catching a case and I knew you were still healing so I didn't want to bother you.” He took a seat and I watched him as he did so. He seemed nervous with the way he tapped his fingers on his leg and licked his lips.

It was strange to see him acting in such a way when he had been so confident the other times I had seen him. Dean's nervousness began to rub off on me and I bit my lip while playing with a loose string on my pants. I wanted to say something, but I wasn't sure what to say and if he had something to say I didn't want to interrupt his train of thought.

After about five minutes of silence I couldn't take it anymore I had to say something. “I've been thinking,” we both said. I snickered and waved for him to go first. Dean licked his lips and swallowed.

“This...whatever is going on between us, and I'm not trying to have a chick flick moment.” After a brief pause Dean continued, “But what exactly is this?” he asked. I stared at him in shock. That definitely wasn't what I had been expecting. I was expecting him to tell me that he didn't think us sleeping together anymore was a good idea or that he had found a new girl to bone. To say I was floored by his question was an understatement.

I ran my fingers through my hair and thought over my next words very carefully, I didn't want to sound like some girl head over heels, but I also didn't want him thinking I just wanted to fuck. It may have started out that way, but after a lot of thought, a lot of alcohol, and a lot of sleepless nights I realized I wanted more than that. “Well to be honest you're good in bed, but it's more than that. I've never trusted a man before, never trusted another hunter, but you I trust. And while I'm not sure if this will amount to anything, if we'll even live to see it happen, but uh I wouldn't be opposed to trying this whole…” It was hard for me to say the word as I had never said it before.

“Dating thing? Like boyfriend and girlfriend? Shit I've only had one serious relationship and that didn't end well. But you know what this life is like and you're one badass chick so I think if anyone could handle this crazy ride it's you. So yeah why the hell not? Let's give it a shot.” He moved closer and cupped my cheek before pressing his lips to mine. The kiss was unlike all the others we shared. I'm not gonna say fireworks went off cause they didn't and I'm not gonna say it was filled with love because it wasn't. It was however filled with understanding that things were different between us now. The kiss was also more tender and less lust filled.

I pulled back and smirked at him. “I think I could get used to the idea of Dean Winchester being mine and mine alone.”

Dean rolled his eyes playfully and with a serious tone said, "I thought I said no chick flick moments?"

I look up at him, his smile evident. "Oh Dean, honey, that was very chick-flicky." I cup his jaw and tiptoe to kiss him again.

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Pen Pals- Chapter 2

Parings: Tom X Reader

Summary: You’re Pen pals with Tom but you don’t know it’s Tom Hiddleston

Warnings: None

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Word Count: 1625

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The ceremony went by in a blur the speeches were fine and the special guests were interesting; but you couldn’t concentrate on anything around you.  Your mind kept wandering back to the letter you received after all these years.  You kept smiling as you thought of all the things you wanted to share with Tom.  When it was time for your row to stand and walk towards the stage the girl behind to the left of you had to tap you on the shoulder to bring you back to the present.  You whispered your thanks and walked towards the stage.

“Y/N, Y/L/N,” the announcer said as you walked up to the stage, shook hands with the Dean and took your diploma.  You walked towards the end of the stage, smiled brightly as they took your picture and then you returned to your seat.  You had done it, you graduated college and you were on your way.  The rest of the graduating class received their diplomas

“Congratulations to our 2002 graduating class,” the announcer said.  Every student took off their caps and threw them in the air. There were cheers and claps heard all around as everyone left their seats in search of loved ones.

You Mom and Dad found you and your Dad couldn’t stop snapping pictures of you.  You were sure he was filling an entire memory card with just this one milestone of your life.

“Dad, I think you have enough pictures,” you laughed putting your hand in front of your face trying to get him to stop.  Your parents took you to dinner in celebration and after a long tiring day you returned to your apartment.  You looked around at all the stuff you had yet to pack.  You were moving to the city in the next few weeks because you were stating a job with a hot marketing firm.  All that could wait though, you had an email to compose.

To: twh921981@hotmail.com

Subject: Y/N, your long lost pen pal

Hello Tom,

I was shocked when my Mom brought your letter to me today; I figured you would have forgotten all about me. I’m glad to hear things are going well and that you have found something you are passionate about; that is very exciting.  Congratulations on being accepted into the Royal Academy of Dramatic Arts, that is a wonderful accomplishment and you should be very proud!

I did try to write you three times before I received my letter back as return to sender.  I can’t tell you how devastated I was and I wasn’t sure what I did to make you stop writing to me.  It was a relief to know it was nothing I did; although I’m sorry to hear you were going through a difficult time in your life.  I would have liked to been there for you.

I just graduated today and I will be moving to the city in a few weeks to work with a marketing company. It’s a great opportunity for me and I can’t wait to start.  It is getting late here though and I should probably get some packing done.  I’m so happy you reached out to me; I’ve missed you Tom.

Xoxo,

Y/N

You closed the top of your laptop and headed to your room to change into comfortable clothes to begin packing.  Within five minutes you heard your computer ding, indicating you had an email.  You looked at your computer and drew your eyebrows together.  There is no way he responded that quickly is there?  He was at least 5 hours ahead of you and it was already 8pm.  You opened the computer and clicked the new email icon, opening the new message.

From: Tom H.

Subject: RE: Y/N, your long lost pen pal

Y/N,

I’m so very glad you received my letter and that you responded back to me.  I never meant to cause you pain and I am truly sorry you thought it was something you did.  Thank you for your kind words, I would have appreciated if I had you to talk to when I was going through everything; you were the only person I wanted to talk to.

I was heartbroken when I couldn’t locate the letters I received from you.  For a week I dug through everything to try and find your information with my luck.  I have thought about you though these years and wondered if you thought of me as well. I am so happy to rekindle our friendship and I hope you can forgive me.

It’s very exciting to hear that you are starting a new job in the next few weeks, and I wish you the best of luck in your journey.  You will have to let me know how your first day goes; but I imagine it will be fine and you will succeed.  Best of luck with packing J  Will talk soon, have a lovely evening.

Yours,

Tom

You smiled to yourself and made a note to respond to him tomorrow morning.  You pulled out some newspaper and started wrapping your items.

Your emails with Tom continued and you two were closer than ever.  Keeping with tradition, you still didn’t know his last name, or what he looked like.  It was weird and all your friends didn’t understand why you didn’t exchange this information.  It would be so easy to Skype and then you would finally know what this man looked like; but you didn’t want to.  You were afraid it would change how you two were with one another.  You were trying to hold on to the boy you became friends with all those years ago.  Not to say Tom hadn’t tried to get you to Skype, he had and you had turned down the offer.

Tom was doing well and he told you he had been in a few films and TV shows in England.  You were so proud of him and everything he had accomplished.  You knew how hard he had been working and it has finally paid off for him.

The next few years came and went; you moved on to a bigger company and were promoted to Project Manager for a new client, Marvel Studios.  The small movie studio was going to be bringing the Marvel Comics to life and you were responsible for the marketing and advertising of the films.  They had already done a few films and the newest movie that was to come out was Thor.  Since this was such a big client, you were transferred to Los Angles so you could be close to the studio.

To: Tom H

Subject: BIG Promotion and BIG move!

Hey you!  I have the most exciting news to share!  I am moving to LA to do advertising for Marvel Studios as the Project Manager.  The first one I will be working on is Thor.  I know he’s a Norse God and I know some of the mythology; but I guess I will have to start reading the comics.  This is such a huge deal, and I’m freaking out!  The movie has been shot; it’s in post production now.  Once it is finalized my team will get to see some of it so we can put together everything.  Superheroes…who knew right?

Enough about me. What’s new with you?  Hope acting has been going well.  When can you tell me what the secret role you got was?  NDA’s are the worst aren’t they?  I feel as if you should be able to tell a few people who role you are cast in. Oh well, I am still so proud of you, I know how hard you have been working for this.  Let me know.  I miss our chats, it has been too long.  Miss ya Tom!

XoXo

Y/N

You were so giddy you were literally bouncing in your seat patiently waiting for a reply.  It was silly really; you didn’t expect him to wait around for an email from you.  You had a lot to do to get ready for the move so you decided to get up and get some work done.  

You started in the living room, packing up odds and ends.  You didn’t need your DVD collection out, so that was the first to go. Next it was the small bookshelf you had that was packed full.  You left 2 books out so you would have something to read on the plane and in case you were bored from now until then.  This continued for several hours before you were too tired to continue.  When you glanced at the clock on the stove it told you it was 10pm and you had been packing for 4 hours.  You plopped down on the couch and sighed heavily.

You opened your computer and checked your email.  There was a reply from Tom and you smiled tiredly.

To: Y/N

Subject: RE: BIG Promotion and BIG move!

Congratulations on the promotion Darling; that is exquisite news!  Los Angeles huh?  I am going to be going there for work in about a month, maybe we can meet up?  I would love to meet the girl whom I share all my secrets with.  Please can we do this?

I have been working crazy hours and I feel like I haven’t slept in ages.  I can’t wait for a break to catch up on everything.  I have an early morning call tomorrow; and I have to be up in 6 hours; but I wanted to make sure I said goodnight and congratulations. Talk soon.

Yours,

Tom

You wanted to reply and tell him meeting up was a bad idea; but you were having a difficult time coming up with a good excuse.  Maybe it’s time to make it happen.

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Three Words Can Change Everything Ch. 3

Reader is Tony Stark’s Daughter

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Chapter Summary:   A nice long talk with your dad, and then meeting the Avengers. And is that Steve again? What the heck?

Word Count:  2526

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You and your father sat down in quite possibly the comfiest office chairs you've ever felt to talk at the conference table.  You shifted, the chair molding to you in all the right ways, and yep, these are the comfiest chairs you've ever sat in, let alone office chairs.

"Are you living with your mom or are you living on your own?" your dad asked.

You explained about your crappy shoebox apartment in your run-down Brooklyn neighborhood, but how it was all you could afford and that you were proud you didn't have roommates, like so many people you knew.  You were proud of the furniture you managed to find second-hand that was even good quality.  You were proud that you had an actual kitchen set and not one plate, fork, and spoon.  You were proud that your apartment even had curtains and not just blinds!  These things were probably a given to someone like your dad who also probably had his living space decorated by an interior designer, but you weren't your dad.

When you told him these things, there was a look of disconnect on his face, like he was trying to understand the concept of being poor but not poor, but he'd had money all his life.  He was a billionaire for crying out loud!  You knew he didn't understand, but you were grateful he was trying.

"You don't need to keep staying there now," he said.  "You can move into the tower, or I can buy you an apartment near your school.  You wouldn't have to work anymore, just focus on school."

You were grateful for the offer, but you didn't want him to waste money on you, so you told him that.

"Kid, it's not wasting money on you; you're my daughter.  I didn't get to buy you anything the first twenty years of your life; I think you're overdue some Christmas and birthday presents from your old man," he explained, smiling at you.

You thought it over and nodded slowly.  Maybe if you lived at the Tower, he wouldn't be out as much money if he bought you an apartment at school; those were pretty expensive, hence the living in a crappy neighborhood ages away.  Plus, you could see him more often and get to know him better!  But, wait…  "If I moved in here, how would I get to school?  The subway commute is over an hour long from here."

"My driver can take you, or we can get you a car.  Or you can always transfer to Columbia.  I looked into your grades, kid.  I was curious, you know.  You're on the Dean's List, near the top of your class.  Columbia would love to have you," he enthused.  He looked so proud that you were a good student.

"They wouldn't want to take me.  I'm a good student, not a great one," you mumbled, and you honestly believed it.  Tons of people in your classes seemed way smarter than you.

"You're my daughter; they'd be honored to have you go to school there," he insisted.

"I don't want to be accepted there just because I'm your daughter," you nearly shouted, the words you had been thinking coming out of your mouth without your consent.  You looked away, face flushed a bit in shame at yelling, a bit in anger from his words.  The stress of the day was getting to you.  Even though you were happy to finally meet your dad, you'd barely started to get to know each other before he tried to change your whole life.

He sighed and rubbed his hands over his face.  "You're right, kiddo.  I'm sorry.  I hated that everything I did was overshadowed by the fact that I was the great Howard Stark's kid when I was your age.  I need to give you space to make a name for yourself."  He looked a little defeated and honestly apologetic; you could tell he had just been trying to help.

"I'm sorry, too," you said.  "I just- I've been used to being independent most of my life.  It's not that I'm not grateful for all you're offering me; it's that I'm not used to having someone to rely on like this.  And we just met; I'm still trying to get used to this!  I've only known you're my dad for a week!  Things are just stressful."  You sighed, glad to have explained but worried you were going to upset him.  You didn't want to meet his eyes, so you looked at your hands in your lap.

He put a hand on your shoulder and ducked his head in an effort to meet your eyes instead.  "It's okay.  I know this is stressful.  It's stressful for me too!  I'm trying so hard not to disappoint you now.  I want to be a better dad than my dad was."  When you glanced up, head still tilted down, and met his eyes, he smiled at you.  You smiled back.

He changed the subject, "How about we talk about something else.  How do you like those lawyers of yours?"

You smiled wider, happy to talk about something so light-hearted.  "Mr. Nelson and Mr. Murdock are so nice.  I actually got them recommended to me by the secretary in the lobby downstairs.  I couldn't afford to hire a lawyer, but they took my case for free!  And their secretary Karen is such a nice lady.  I appreciate everything they've done for me," you told him.

"Maybe I'll have to hire them to work for me," your dad said jokingly.

You laughed and said, "But in all seriousness, they don't seem like the kind of people to give up what they're doing for money."

"I know," he told you.  "I looked into them.  Wanted to make sure you had good lawyers," he said as an aside.  "They were both offered positions at a top law firm, but they turned it down to open Nelson and Murdock.  They'll keep going until they can't anymore, and even then, I think they'll still keep going."

The conversation flowed for about two more hours before he looked at his watch.  "We've been up here for a while.  How do you feel about sending your lawyers back to their office, and you can come meet everyone?"  You had totally forgotten Mr. Nelson and Mr. Murdock were still sitting downstairs waiting for your return.

You looked at him like a deer in headlights.  "Everyone who?"

Everyone happened to be your father's girlfriend, Pepper, and the Avengers.  Your dad said everyone was gathered for a late lunch.  The first person he actually introduced you to was Jarvis.

"J, say hello to my daughter," your dad said when you two entered the elevator to go upstairs.  You were confused; there was no one there.

You jumped when a disembodied voice said, "Hello, Miss Stark.  My name is Jarvis.  I am here to assist you."  The strange disembodied voice sounded British.

Your dad just smiled at you when you looked at him and tilted his head forward as if to say, 'Go on.'

"Hello, Jarvis?"  You were beyond confused.  "Who are you?"

"I am Mister Stark's personal AI.  I am wired throughout the personal floors and in the elevators."

An AI?  "That's so cool!  You're so cool, Jarvis!" you exclaimed.

"Thank you, Miss Stark."  He sounded a little flustered; if AIs could blush, you think he would be.  The elevator came to a stop, and he said, "We have arrived at the communal floor, Miss Stark."

Your dad looked over at you.  "I think he likes you more than me," he said to you.  Then he spoke to Jarvis, playfully teasing, "Traitor."  You smiled at him.

Jarvis spoke up, "The Avengers are gathered in the kitchen preparing lunch.  Ms. Potts is currently in a meeting; she will be finished shortly."

"Thanks, J," your dad replied.

You could hear voices drifting from the kitchen, mostly male ones, but you heard a female voice too; these must be the Avengers you were hearing.  Just before you reached the doorway, you did as you had when you were about to meet your father; you stopped, took some deep breaths, and braced yourself for the meeting.  Your dad waited patiently for you to prepare yourself.  He had a knowing look on his face.  You nodded to him as a sign you were ready to enter; he nodded back and led the way into the room.

"Hey, everyone," he said calmly.

You looked around at all the unfamiliar faces; the one perched on top of the fridge giving you a scrutinizing look while the others looked curious.  Your eyes caught on a very familiar blond.  "Steve?" you said equal parts confused and flustered.

He said your name in a similar tone.

"Wait.  How do you know my daughter, Capsicle?" you dad blurted out, just as confused as you.

Everyone in the kitchen stopped dead and looked at you.  Apparently, none of them knew they'd be meeting you.

"Your daughter?" you heard two voices ask simultaneously, one being Steve, the other the man on the fridge, also a blond (more of a dirty blond, but whatever).  Correction:  you don't think he told anyone you existed.

"I didn't know you had a daughter, Stark," the female voice you had heard earlier said, one brow raised.  That was the redhead you'd seen Steve with earlier!  She was even prettier up close.

"Well, when a man loves a woman, or in this case just thinks she's very hot-" he began to say patronizingly.

"Ew, that's my mom you're talking about," you said to him, face scrunched.

He turned to look at you and laughed at the look on your face, then turned back to the others.  "Long story short, I got someone pregnant twenty-one years ago on accident, she had a baby but didn't tell me, and out of the woodwork comes a girl claiming she's my daughter.  One DNA test later, and voila!  I'm a daddy," he explained, gesturing at you throughout his speech.  You smiled and waved at everyone.

The redhead snorted and shook her head.  "Good luck with him, kid."

"I can tell I'm going to need it," you replied, teasing your dad, a smirk on your face.

She stood and walked over to you, hand out.  "Natasha," she said to you, a smile on her face.

You responded in kind.  That seemed to be the cue for everyone else in the room to introduce themselves.  You were surprised they didn't shout them all out at the same time but actually went in an orderly fashion.  The man on the fridge introduced himself as Clint.  The guy at the stove making something that smelled delicious was Bruce.  You knew Steve, and the blond with the long hair next to Steve was Thor.

"A couple of our other members are missing, but you can meet them later," you father said after everyone else spoke.  "Now, I haven't forgotten about you, Cap.  How do you know my daughter?" he asked, possibly trying to seem intimidating?  If he was, though, it was failing miserably, at least, in your opinion.  Steve, however, looked put on the spot.

"We met in the park by school; then we ran into each other again this morning," you intervened, taking the pressure off Steve.

"Is that the only way you know how to meet people, Steve?" Natasha teased.

You made a confused noise, looking at her with your brows furrowed.

"He met one of our auxiliary team members in DC by running laps around him in the park, essentially," she explained to you, then spoke to Steve again.  "I'm surprised Sam put up with you, Rogers."  She smirked at Steve.

"It's cuz Wilson's the only one stupid enough to put up with Cap's shit," broody fridge man - Clint, his name is Clint - said.  Steve gave Clint the look, but Clint just smirked, clearly not feeling threatened at all.

Steve went to retort but was interrupted by Jarvis saying, "Miss Potts's meeting has concluded.  She asked me to inform you that she will be present shortly."

Your stomach fluttered.  What if she didn't like you?  She was your dad's girlfriend; her opinion was important.  Turns out you didn't need to be worried.  When she reached the floor, your dad took you out into the living room area to meet her with a little privacy.  She b-lined to you from the elevator with a warm smile on her face.

"Hi.  It's so nice to meet you!  This entire situation was pretty unexpected, but that's every day with Tony.  You learn to roll with the punches," she said to you.  She was earnest; you liked that.

"It's nice to meet you too, Pepper," you said, returning her smile.  You didn't know what else to say to her.

"Good!  Now that we've gotten that out of the way, who's hungry?" your dad interjected.

"Tony!" Pepper exclaimed.  "We've barely said two words to each other."

You looked at Pepper and said, "It's fine.  I'm ready to eat.  I didn't eat breakfast today, so I'm getting pretty hungry."  You were beginning to notice that your dad was uncomfortable around awkward or emotional situations; honestly, you felt the same way.

The three of you headed back to the kitchen.  Clint was no longer on the fridge but now sitting at the table like a normal person.  Lunch went well, and the conversation flowed easily between the Avengers.  After a couple minutes of listening in, you felt comfortable enough to begin chiming in.  You didn't know a lot about some of the topics, like the quantum physics (maybe?) that your dad and Bruce were talking about, but you enjoyed what you heard.

Sadly, after lunch you had a late afternoon class that you had to get to; you didn't want to leave, and you were pretty sure that your dad felt the same.  You said goodbye to all the Avengers; many responding that they hoped to see your soon, Clint just giving this smile/nod combo that you figured meant the same thing.  You left the room to say goodbye to your dad privately.  The two of you hugged tightly near the elevators.

Your dad handed you an ID card similar to the visitor's pass you had received earlier that day but a little fancier.  "This will let you skip security and get straight on the elevators.  Come by tomorrow.  I'm going to get you a better phone and make sure you have everyone's numbers.  Now be safe getting back," he told you.

"Yeah, I'll be careful," you said, smiling at him, then ducked in for another hug.  "Bye!"

He responded in kind quietly, just as the elevator doors were closing.

You day-dreamed all the way to school and throughout class, the time passing quickly.  Looking at your notebook after class made you notice that you probably had more doodles than notes from the lecture you'd just attended.  On the bus ride back to your apartment, you realized today was one of the best days you'd had ever.  You feel asleep that night with a smile on your face.

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Jane Foster Week - Day 2 - Associated Quote

Okay, this is technically song lyrics, but it reminds me of Jane so much.... 

‘ They look down At the ground Missing But I never go in nowI'm looking at the big sky I'm looking at the big sky now I'm looking at the big sky You never really understood me You never really tried.’

The Big Sky, Kate Bush

(Content warning- cancer, death, suicidal thoughts- but there is a happy ending!)

As Dr Bastrop was talking, Jane wondered how many times he’d had to deliver death sentences. Did he speak to his therapist about it? Did he get drunk? Did he cry? Probably not cry, otherwise he’d never stop. Would her reaction, or lack thereof, stick out in his memory at all? She was probably younger than most he delivered this news too, but maybe not the youngest. She wished she could ask him, but… it didn’t seem like the right time.

‘Do you… understand Dr Foster?’

It was nice he actually used her title, even if he had just informed her that she had maybe eight months at best. It was the little things.

‘Yes,’ she managed, distantly.

‘I can go through anything if you wish…’

‘No no…I’m… alright, hah, or not.’

He managed the merest trace of a smile, indicating to her that he’d heard his fair share of gallows humour in the past.

‘Is there anyone you wish to speak to?’ He asked, quietly ‘Or for me to contact?’

There was one, to start with.

‘My lawyer,’ she told him, looking at her phone ‘I need to speak to her straight away.’

Ms Jennifer Walters was someone Jane had known for years. They were at Culver, albeit in different departments, and she had a reputation for being quiet but determined. Her outwardly mouse like exterior hid something that won her cases and Jane admired her for that. She also admired the way that Jen had brought in the most delicious, artisan coffee she could find for their meeting.

‘I’m so sorry Jane,’ she told her, indicating a seat before drawing her into a hug first. Jane returned it gratefully.

‘Thanks,’ she whispered back ‘um, yeah, could we… get down to it?’

Jen nodded ‘Of course! Sure!’

She went behind her desk and retrieved a file from a drawer. Jane recognised it.

‘Most forward thinking thing I’ve ever done,’ she said, mostly to herself.

‘Is… is there anything you want to change about it?’ Jen asked.

‘No… well, how much would it be if I recorded a video message as well?’

Jen frowned ‘Nothing.’

‘C’mon Jen-’ Jane began.

‘Nothing whatsoever,’ Jen repeated, firmly ‘I’m serious.’

Jane sighed ‘Okay, fine… but that’s the only thing I want to do. Nothing has changed. Same people. Same stuff.’

‘Same plan?’

Jane nodded ‘Same plan.’

Jen said nothing for a moment, before pressing a button on her intercom ‘Hey, Dean? Could you bring in the paperwork for a video will? And set up the studio?’

A young male voice replied from the other end.

‘Sure thing Ms Walters.’

Jen sat back in her chair and nodded to Jane’s coffee ‘Drink up. That’s the best stuff I have.’

Jane nodded and drank deep- it was perfect. Probably the best coffee she’d ever drank. God the smell was heavenly, with a proper creamer, not some diner garbage and a nice ceramic mug instead of a paper cup.

‘You need a tissue?’ Jennifer asked, her voice seeming to come from a long way off.

‘Yup. I really do.’

‘That good?’

‘Hmmph,’ she sniffed.

Well, I already look pretty bad, Jane reflected, blowing her nose before finishing her coffee so I might as well cry.

Eventually, she collected herself enough to be led into Jen’s will-studio, complete with dull murky backdrop and school-photographer set up. She passed her own reflection and saw that she had endured a year of chemo. No hair, pale skin, skeletal appearance… man. Red eyes did nothing to improve the fact she looked half dead already.

She sat on a reclaimed bar stool, whilst Jen’s cute assistant, Dean, asked if she wanted cushions or some water which she declined. Jen handed her the will she’d made the week she had been diagnosed. She glanced at it. She hadn’t had much hope back then, but she promised herself this was for peace of mind. She didn’t really think she was doomed, it was just… a precaution.

Jen coughed ‘We’ll start rolling and… you just read whenever you’re ready.’

Jane nodded and took a breath ‘Okay… I’m good to go.’

‘My name is Doctor Jane Foster, this is my last will and testament- the full legal document is kept by my lawyer; Ms Jennifer Walters, but I wanted to make a video so that… so that it felt more… I dunno, personal? I guess? And um… yeah… I just… If I am making this, it’s because I’ve decided to take the cancer with me… rather than let the cancer take me, if that makes sense? I’ve made arrangements. You probably will not find a body if all goes well.’

She slowed her breathing and started again.

‘I um… I am sorry to everyone. I know some of you are probably going to be mad that I didn’t say goodbye in person but… um… yeah, pretty selfish of me I guess, but there’s something I’ve always wanted to do and… this is my last chance. I don’t know if it will work but… what the hell. I’m dying anyway.’

That was the first time she’d said it outloud. God.

‘Um, I’ve filed several patents, the numbers are listed in my will and all the proceeds from them go to a Miss Darcy Lewis… who I owe big time. I can never pay her back for her time or emotional labour, but I can compensate her financially… if my last experiment works, then the equipment listed is eventually going to make her very well off indeed. Just in case it doesn’t work, I have savings of about $7,000 which I am leaving to her as well… and, if I may get super unprofessional for a moment… Love you Darcy. I’m sorry for this.’

She’d sold her Mom’s London apartment after she’d died. She couldn’t bare to be there any more. The place was worth a surprising amount, but she’d spent a lot of it on her treatment and… a few other things.

‘All of my equipment, notebooks and backup drives currently in my apartment are to go to the University of Culver, Virginia. Again, a full list is available in my will. To Erik Selvig, there’s a list of data drives and a server in storage at a facility in Norway. The address is in the will- I am leaving it to him. All of it. I hope… I hope he can make good use of it… and I’m sorry I’m the second Foster he’s had to watch get sick, but I’m damned if I’m going to be the second Foster he watches die so… sorry Erik.’

She blinked and continued.

‘Anything further is detailed in my will…. Um… there is one more thing.’

She looked dead into the camera.

‘If Thor comes back somehow and… and sees this, tell him… I mean if you’re watching this Thor… Oh god… I’m also sorry. Sorry that I had to… Had to end it this way um… I didn’t want to end it this way, but I also didn’t want you to know about this...that I was sick. I thought you were way better off not knowing about me...that the universe needed you more than I did. I hope you can forgive me. I wanted to protect you from the dangers of my world.’

She coughed as she recovered from the impression. Dropping her voice to that octave hurt at the best of times. Jen and Dead laughed. She took some grim satisfaction.

‘Okay, that’s all. That’s all I have. I… I love you guys. I am sorry. I hope… I hope I either die in the name of science or… finally get to go to space on my own and… die out there. Also in the name of science.’

She waved to the camera and Jen clicked it off.

‘That was a pretty great Thor by the way,’ she told her as Dean offered her help off the stool she was sitting on.

‘Eh, had plenty of practise,’ she shrugged ‘thanks.’

‘So… what’re you going to do now?’

Jane bit her lip, before turning off her phone and handing it to Jen.

‘First… get a van.’

There wasn’t much left of Puerto Antigua. No one decided it was worth rebuilding. It was regrettable, but it worked for her. After finding the site of the old garage where she had first found Thor and the Einstein Rosen Bridge- god had it really been eight years? No, closer to nine now. She glanced up and down what remained on the main street. The whole place was a ghost town now. She looked little more than a ghost herself.

Perfect.

Even now, probably as it had done for thousands of years, there were readings. All she had to do was… open it up.

Dealing on the black market had not been the best option, but it was the only way she could find the power sources she needed. The Chitauri army had not been able to open the portal without a massive boost, but there was enough for one person… in theory. Aiming was another problem- but she had a rough… idea of where she was going. Thor had taken her to the libraries of Asgard once, long enough for her to cross-reference a place- the Alfheim system. She was certain a group of astrophysicists in Hawaii had found it and they were happy to share the data with her. If they were wrong- well she’d end up floating in space and would mostly likely die quickly. Or in the middle of a star. Or something… worse. Well, she had a contingency plan, provided she could move her arms and legs.

The black market was a good place for cyanide capsules as it turns out.

The platform was a crude octagon of spires that tapped into the weak spot left by continuous Rainbow Bridge use. It was faint, but present. The power source were some crystals, circuits and the engine of one of the floating hover boards linked to a remote controlled unit. It had taken her years of work and, she wasn’t wholly confident. She had been doing it since the convergence. She hadn’t told Thor… for some reason. She meant to. Really. Perhaps he’d worry about her safety. Perhaps he’d try and stop her. She wasn’t sure, but she hadn’t said anything. She’d simply disappeared into a converted shipping container she’d rented and hoped no one would find it. Darcy knew, but she’d assumed she’d abandoned it after she’d got her Nobel and focused on Astronomy instead. She had for a while… but the cancer had put her right back in there.

Screw it, she had thought, at five am in a cold static shipping container in the middle of Staten Island, I might be dying anyway.

There was only one certainty in her future now. The only question was when and where. So she wasn’t all that different from everyone else really. That was a good way to think about it.  

She checked her watch. An hour. Time for a final once over. She tested the signal, applied more duct tape, checked the wind resistance… a lot of it felt more out of nervousness than anything else. Her hands shook, but they shook all the time lately. She was cold, but it was the desert at about 10pm, so that wasn’t surprisingly either.

But yeah, she was scared. Uncertainty had never sat right with her. She needed to know, but right now, that wasn’t going to be possible. She could only hope she didn’t end up dying in a stupid way. Just in an awesome way.

She checked her watch again- now it was twenty five minutes. God. Too much time, yet not enough… She rechecked her backpack- food, supplies, a water purifier, warm clothes, ancient mp3 player, old digital camera (as if anyone would ever see what she recorded) changes of underwear, painkillers… and the way out. The cyanide were in an otherwise innocuous little pill bottle that she placed on the inside of her jacket. Just in case she… over shot? Undershot? This would be interesting, if nothing else.

Ten minutes.

She had ten minutes of time on Earth. That’s all. What the hell could she do in ten minutes? Pretty much nothing. Especially not out here.

Oh god. What if… hah. What if what? She died? That was happening anyway.

‘I’m looking at the Big Sky…’

Her Dad said-sung that when he was high on morphine, as he faded away. He was, as a nerdy British man who was in college in the seventies, a huge Kate Bush fan. He adored her. He had her records on in the car. One of her earliest memories was listening to Hounds of Love on the way to pre-school. The song that she loved the most?

The Big Sky.

They look down

At the ground

Missing

But I never go in now

I'm looking at the big sky

I'm looking at the big sky now

I'm looking at the big sky

You never really understood me

You never really tried

She wasn’t the best singer ever. But… if there was an appropriate song to go out to, then this was it. She pulled out the mp3 player and put the headphones in, finding the song quickly. Her voice was lost in the desert night, echoing into nothing as the equipment began to hum into life. She checked her watch.

One minute.

That cloud, that cloud

Looks like Ireland

C'mon and blow it a kiss now

But quick

'Cause it’s changing in the big sky

It’s changing in the big sky now

We’re looking at the big sky

You never understood me

You never really tried

She was aware of the equipment warming the air around her. The buzz and hum as they began to open the way around her. She took a breath as the pressure made her ears pop painfully, but she had no time to check if she was okay before-

-she was thrown.

Well, she wasn’t thrown exactly, but it sure as hell felt like it. She’d realised early on that she could die on impact if she tried to recreate the Bifrost exactly. She aimed for more of a tunnel type thing that would allow her to walk out. It still felt like she was pulled by a gust of wind. Her eyes watered as she saw blackness speed past her, feeling as though she were being buffeted. She wondered if it would ever end, as nausea and pain began to creep up her throat. Oh god…. Oh god what’s-

This cloud, this cloud

Says Noah

C'mon and build me an ark

And if you're coming, jump

'Cause we’re leaving with the big sky

We’re leaving with the big sky

We’re leaving with the big sky

She opened her eyes. The sky was blue, pure, clear blue, with soft clouds that would indicate a sunny day. She winced and got up, feeling stiff and sore but, apparently in one piece. She glanced around, trying to take everything in. Either she was hallucinating, or there was a lot of grass here. Like, it was a field of tall grass that flowed and waved in the breeze. She gazed to the west of her and saw what looked like a settlement of some kind- a town? It was so far away…

She hefted her bag onto her shoulders and stood up straight.

Either I am dead and this is heaven or… or I made it to somewhere in the Alfheim system. Or… somewhere else.

She patted her pockets- her mp3 player was there, still in her pocket, but the headphones had been lost. She had packed another set, given her past experience with camping trips, and set herself up with some more Kate Bush.

The sky above her was bright and big, there were people up ahead and here she was… ready to head out. She’d done it. She’d left.

She’d made it. Holy…

‘Holy shit!’ She giggled ‘Holy shit!’

The thought that perhaps no one would know where she was or what she had done… hurt, but only briefly. The mortal world with her friends, her work, her legacy… it was still there. They’d have to sift through the pieces. Maybe… maybe they’d find something.

Hopefully.

But that wasn’t her concern any more. She had left.

She set off.

[berjhawn]

Requests...

So while i have some down time, since the next few chapters of WINTERNIGHT are done, I have thought about doing some one-shots. 

RULES:

You can request one-shots of the following characters:

Bucky Barnes / Winter Soldier

Steve Rogers / Captain America

Sebastian Stan 

Chris Evans

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Natasha Romanoff

Peter Quill / Starlord

Wade Wilson / Deadpool 

Castiel

Thor 

Loki

I will write about pretty much anything EXCEPT:

non-consensual sex (RAPE)

Abusive Relationships 

You can send me a request or if you can’t think of anything here are a few prompts you can choose from. You can choose as many as you’d like:

1. Do you ever wonder when you became the very thing you’re afraid of?

2. When you love someone, it’s worth fighting for. No matter what the odds.

3. Friends don’t let friends do stupid shit alone.

4. You’re leaving because it’s easier to walk away than to fight for what you really want

5. I really don’t let myself cry in front of anybody

6. I need to learn to stop caring

7. Pretending not to love you was the hardest thing I ever had to do.

8. You took a piece of me and I let you.

9. We’re friends, real friends and that means no matter how long it takes, when you finally decide to look back, I’ll still be here.

10. It wasn’t over, it still isn’t over!

11. So you think I’m broken? Then fix me.

12. If you love someone, you tell them. Even if you’re scared that it’s not the right thing. Even if you’re scared it’ll cause problems. You say it, you say it loud.

13. There is nothing worse in the world than thinking you have a chance when you really don’t

14. Don’t you understand? I can’t leave you, but you’re constantly leaving me.

15. I only wanted you to be happy, I’m just sorry it couldn’t be with me.

16. I’m still in love with you. I tried not to be, but it didn’t work.

17. What if nobody ever loves me?

18. You’re perfect. Which is beyond annoying, I can’t look at you.

19. I love you and I’m always going to love you, but I don’t want to love you. I want to be happy.

20. You don’t destroy the person you love

21. If I murder someone, you are the person is call to help me drag the body across the floor. You’re my person.

22. If there’s no food, I’m going home

23. We should be drunk, why aren’t we drunk?

24. I’m standing here, looking at you and all I want to do is kiss you.

25. I have to walk away from you, I have to for me.

26. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I love you when I knew I did.

27. I can’t imagine a day when I won’t be in love with you

28. You bother the hell out of me

29. All I want is you!

30. Since when do I care about anyone’s happiness but mine?

31. I will always find you

32. If people are suppose to be together, they will find a way.

33. You may have noticed, but I’m not all there myself

34. Come bother me

35. I just want you to be happy

36. How do you begin to explain something that you cent even understand yourself?

37. Everything around me makes me miss you

38. Nothing about us feels right anymore

39. You have to promise me, you won’t fall in love with me.

40. I don’t want to be just the next girl

41. You wanna dance with me?

42. Sometimes, you fall for someone you didn’t expect but that doesn’t make it wrong

43. Every time I look at you, it hurts

44. Shouldn’t we hold out for the person who doesn’t just tolerate our little quirks, but actually kind of likes them?

45. I’m happy your happy, but dammit what if?

46. You are the only thing that makes me want to get up in the morning

47. We were inseparable, constantly being separated

48. I know you’re mad at me, but I need help with my tie

49. What am I to you?

50. So whose the unlucky girl?

51. I love you so much, I just want you to be happy. Even if that happiness no longer includes me.

52. You are the most beautiful person I have ever met and somehow, I don’t know, somehow you chose me.

53. What I’m about to say is the most selfish thing I’ve ever said in my life.

54. The first rule of truly live, do the thing you’re most afraid of.

55. The truth is, I’ve tried to stop thinking of but I cant

56. I’m mad at you because I love you!

57. I try so hard and I’m never the one

58. You’re jealous aren’t you?

59. Why are you so annoying?

60. Never in a million years

61. I might have had a few shots

62. I could kiss you right now!

63. It’s your fault we are in this mess.

64. I hate you

65. Just admit you’re wrong!

66. I need you to do me a huge favor

67. Well this is awkward

68. “When you love someone, you just don’t stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy… even then. Specially then!

69. “If you’re not scared, then you’re not taking a chance. If you’re not taking a chance, then what the hell are we doing anyway?

70. Those things you said yesterday… Did you mean them?

71. All nighter, you and me. First one to fall sleep buys the other dinner.

72. It’s midnight, what do you want?

73. Okay, am I drunk or did you really just say that?

74. I’m too sober for this shit

75. Just pretend to be my date

76. I can’t believe you dragged me into this

77. Quick, kiss me!

78. Out of all the people in the world, I get stuck with you

79. You’re going to love me. Watch, you’ll see

80. It’s midnight, what do you want?

81. I wish I never laid eyes on you. I wish we never met. If I never laid eyes on you then I wouldn’t have fallen in love

82. I’m not a fantasy. If you want me, earn me!

83. Are you wearing my shirt?

84. Don’t look at me like that

85. Being your friend is basically ruining my life

86. If you leave, I will literally go out of my freakin mind.

87. I just want the chance to be yours again

88. Stop saying you’re sorry

89. I’ve been in love with her/him my entire life! And I think she/he loves me too.

90. It hurts so bad I can’t breathe

91. you’re my best friend. And if anything were to happen to you, I would lose my mind

92. That’s the problem, I don’t want to hate you. Because if I hate you then I’ll have nothing left

93. How about that dance?

94. Hold my hand dammit, we gotta make this look convincing!

95. Wait, am I dreaming or are you actually smiling?

96. Just do this for me and I promise I will make it worth your while!

97. I never had a minute to think about how I feel about you

98. I came here to win you back, and dammit, I’ll do whatever I have to

99. Why do you care? It’s not like we’re friends or anything.

100. Words don’t mean anything to me! You know what does? Taking action

101. The thing is, I can’t pretend we never happened because I’m still in love with you

102. We could’ve had a life together

103. Hold on to me

104. Can you stay? Please?

105. Let’s go somewhere, anywhere in the world. Just you and me.

106. You only get one life. It’s actually your duty to live it as fully as possible

107. I can make you happy

108. Do it, I dare you!

109. I’m not freaking out, are you freaking out?

110. You are never too old for a Disney movie

111. College AU

112. You’re my new dream

113. You mean more to me than anyone in this whole wide world

114. I’ll always catch you

115. Wait, what are the rules again?

116. That’s no fair! You cheated!

117. Neighbors

118. I’ll race you

119. I look at you and I’m home

120. True love is putting someone else before yourself

121. And when I promise something, I never ever break that promise. Ever.

122. I think about you a lot more than I probably should.

123. What do you wish for at night?

124. I told you not to fall in love with me.

125. Coffee shop au

126. How drunk are you right now?

127. Can we just stay in bed and cuddle? Watch some Disney movies?

128. I think I’m falling in love with you

129. This stays between us

130. You have ten minutes, so make it quick.

131. You owe me, big time.

132. If you make fun of me one more time, I’m gonna tell everyone we know that you named your favorite pillow Mr. Puff Puff.

133. If your house was on fire and you only had ten seconds to save something important, what would you get?

134. So I was–don’t move! There’s a spider on your shoulder!

135. How the hell do I end up with hufflepuff!?

136. Okay, it’s settled.you are officially my zombie apocalypse partner.

137. What is the point of being alive if you don’t try to do something remarkable

138. Sometimes you make choices in life and sometimes choices make you

139. When you meet the right person, you know it. You can’t stop thinking about them. They’re your best friend and your soul mate. You can’t wait to spend the rest of your life with them. No one and nothing else can compare.

140. When you find someone you want to keep around, you do something about it.

141. You’re just as screwed up as I am, I like you.

142. Doctor au

143. You’re insane, you know that?

144. But what if we get caught!?

145. Comic con au

146. You are really comfortable.

147. Just kiss me already

148. You made me love you and I hate you for that!

149. Why are you smiling at me like that?

150. I know I shouldn’t but I can’t stop thinking about you

So if anyone is interested send me an ask, message, or Fanmail and let me know. 

Request here

[enkisstories]

The android cemetery (Ch. 23)

The first thing one had to take care of when entering the Reed apartment was not to bump into the stairs leading upwards. The second was to dodge the cats that were sitting on the staircase and clawing playfully towards the interesting hats and hairs that came within their reach. Afterwards everything else was a trifle.

The floor/downstairs living room combination was L-shaped. To the left the smaller arm contained a lounge chair, various installations for the cats to climb on and a bookcase. Straight forward the longer arm was dominated by a long sofa, a wall-mounted TV and the usual household electronics. The left wall was completely made of reinforced glass. It offered an amazing look out at balcony and over Detroit. At the far end of this room a door led to the kitchen.

Thor and Loki didn’t leave their vantage points on the stairway when the bipeds took seats. Being the smallest of the adults Gavin sat down on the sofa’s back, feet on the seating. Daniel sat down to his right. Emma, after a moment of hesitation, sat down on the sofa, too. Separated from Daniel only by Gavin’s dangling feet she grabbed the sofa’s edge with both hands and stared down as if she was utterly enraptured by the floor’s pattern. Jason circled the sofa and ended up standing to Emma’s left, looking down at the PL600 in a mix of fascination and suspicion. Evelyn grabbed a book from the bookcase and curled up with it in the lounge chair that almost swallowed her. The child android grinned, because she was staying up past bedtime tonight and nobody seemed to mind. Finally Connor chose the lowest stair to sit on. Ever since picking up a fish on the verge of suffocating had set him on the path of increasing program instability, the android liked animals. Surrounding himself with pets helped him focus on being a person instead of a function. Hoping that the cats would eventually come down for cuddles while serious matters were underfoot was immensely childish, that much Connor realized himself. But to hell with maturity! The others in this room didn’t have deviancy, they didn’t know how taxing living with a mental illness was! Okay, Daniel had deviancy, too, but he had been a nutcase to begin with and given in to their condition. Therefore Daniel’s opinion on the handicap didn’t count in Connor’s book.

“How did you find me that fast?” Emma asked the apartment floor, but Jason understood that he was being addressed. He started to explain, only to get cut short by Gavin: “Ever wondered how the damn automated cars decide who to run over? Well, for one, the valuable kids like you get tagged with subdermal implants.”

Jason saw the policeman’s nose twitch while he said that. An old scar ran across the bridge. Maybe there was a connection, or maybe not. This wasn’t the time to be nosy, because Emma exclaimed: “I thought the tags were only for opening our lockers at school and for showing when we are not in the classroom!” The idea of her position getting tracked, even if it was for her wellbeing only, didn’t sit well with the girl. “I didn’t know they were active all around the clock! As if we were androids… or criminals…”

Daniel, who was both, weakly supplied that the tag could save Emma’s life one day. If she ever got lost or taken away, the police would find her and return her to her mother.

The child didn’t respond. She didn’t even look at the android whom she had known as a friend under two different names now. What was wrong with her, Emma wondered? Had she not set out tonight to re-activate her caretaker? To smuggle him out of the police station and set him free? Well, now she had confirmation that Daniel had lived as free as possible for the last one and a half year. He was happy, he was friendly towards the child and rude to everyone Emma disliked. So why did she feel the urge to run away and hide?

“And you were…?” Connor spoke up, nodding in Boyfriend Jason’s direction. In his back the cats were shifting uneasily, now that the big plastic thing had started moving, even if had been on the spot only and only so subtly.

“Jason Graff”, the man answered. “I am Emma’s mother’s new partner.”

“Graff… that name sounds familiar”, Gavin mused. “I think Danny cursed you two nights ago!”

Connor quickly consulted the internet. A number of entries and photographs came up. The third one was matching Boyfriend Jason and Connor announced that this man was the head of CyberLife’s humanization department.

“Are you the guy who implemented flash grenade sensitivity in household android eyes?” Daniel inquired.

“Among other things, yes”, Jason admitted. “Not that it would impede your functions in any way. Flash sensitivity doesn’t apply to just brightly lit rooms. But you’ll squint a little during a thunderstorm, that kind of endearing thing.”

“Yeah, thanks, we got almost taken apart by a trash golem because of that!” Daniel replied. “Endearing? More like endangering!”

“Are you also responsible for my voice?” Connor asked, this being the second thing right after deviance that made his life unreasonably difficult. Gavin, probably ranking third on the list (although Connor wouldn’t admit that anytime soon in order not to give the detective that satisfaction), laughed out loud!

“Don’t get me wrong, Mr. Graff, I do not think there’s something wrong with it”, Connor quickly added. “It’s just…”

“No, no that wasn’t me”, Jason said quickly. “I was down with the flu and when I returned to work, the damage had already been done.”

“The “damage”…” Connor replied. The android shook his head. “Okay, new rule”, he announced then. “Not only are you three including Tina forbidden to mention my Daniel-encounter ever again, the same goes for my voice!”

“Not fair!” Gavin countered, still laughing. “You get to use it on us every day!”

“Yes!” Daniel chimed in. He noticed that both Jason and Emma were smiling now and that the girl had let go of the sofa she had been clinging to like to a lifeline. That Connor! Aptly nicknamed The Negotiator, the RK800 certainly knew how to defuse a tense situation and wasn’t afraid to play up his dorky side to achieve his goal. “Yes, Con’”, Daniel repeated, “you cannot just ask that of us without offering something in return!”

“Your bones”, Connor chirped, playing up his voice’s quirk on purpose. “Intact.”

A playfully delivered threat, but a threat nonetheless. Or a warning, rather.

The android wasn’t prepared for the reaction that prompted from Jason:

“Hell, yes, Connor, that’s our adaptive routine in action! Exactly as we had envisioned you! Oh my god, I’m so proud…”

Connor looked up, his expression one of amazement not unlike the day he had watched Dewey resume circling the fish tank in the Phillips residence. None of his handlers at CyberLife had ever said they were proud of him before. Not of his successes and least of all of Connor’s personality. Perhaps the prototype had been below their notice, his feelings irrelevant to even those who believed he had some. But there was also the possibility that he had never done anything to make them proud. Not Portia Colch, who always had preferred Brandon over Connor, not Amanda, who was just a simulation and least of all Elijah Kamski, who deemed himself so far above the normal frame of reference that Connor could have sworn to have dealt with Gavin Reed instead.

A sincere smile that carried a hint of relief crossed the android’s face.

“Thank you, Mr. Graff!”

“…of my team’s work”, Jason had wanted to finish, but seeing Connor like that made him reconsider and he let the rest of the sentence hanging in the air.

Thor, too, was almost hanging in the air. The black cat was stretching his head through the railing, his gaze fixed on Mama Gavin and especially on the sofa’s underside. But the only path to that safe space was blocked by the plastic biped. Thor’s tail twitched left and right, up and down... Meanwhile Loki felt the need to add some scratch marks to the wallpaper, just in case there was any question about who owned this place.

“We call the RK800s Witchers, internally”, Jason went on. Here he was, totally lost at the situation, but being able to talk about something he understood, something that was familiar. Not that Jason’s grasp on android lore would have mattered to any of the assembled, but chatting them up like that might at least serve to break the ice before tackling the real questions of this night.

“…because of the prototype. It helped ending the android crisis of November ’38.”

“Yes, that it did”, Connor whispered and away went his smile.

“I’m actually very happy with their design!” Jason claimed.

“Uh-huh…” Daniel and Gavin went simultaneously. It didn’t do anything to stop Jason from gushing about his team’s creation:

“The thing about the Witchers is, when out of uniform they look absolutely adorable! Like a young adult fresh out of college. The B-series even more so than the Connors, they can pass as freshmen.”

“It fucking worked”, Gavin remarked.

“What worked?”

“They both got adopted”, Daniel explained. “Only Brandon’s still in denial about it. But if he is supposed to be an older teen, then this reaction is only natural.”

“That’s not what we intended”, Jason admitted. “Fascinating, though.”

Emma raised her head. Her confidence restored by the shared laughter just now the girl asked Jason, and she sounded as innocent as Connor, when she did so: “Does mom know that you design androids for a living?”

Daniel winced. That wasn’t just confidence, that was a declaration of war! Ever since he… ever since the… ever since august 2038 Caroline Phillips didn’t allow androids of any kind in her apartment. Or near her precious daughter, if she could help it. The therapy sessions had been one of the rare exceptions, because the slow exposure to Dean had unquestionably helped Emma overcome her experience with Daniel. But other than that… Caroline paid a maid service that exclusively employed humans. She specified that she wanted a human to deliver her pizza or would fetch it in person from the store. And she had transferred Emma to another school, one that only had a few android janitors and cafeteria workers, but a full staff of human teachers. The widow wasn’t confrontational towards androids, she just did her best to ignore them. Caroline learning that her love interest was actively participating in filling the world with more of the dangerous machines, even made them likeable, would probably spell the end of the relationship.

“I didn’t have the courage to tell her yet”, Jason confessed. He said nothing else, only his eyes were silently pleading.

[ashdownbloodline]

We Need You For Something...

Part 2: Midnight Snack And Morning Breakfast

This is my first fanfic, I hope you all like it. I need to thank @dammn-dean for all her help! She has really helped me through all this. If you haven’t, go check her out. Let me know what you guys think of it.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Original Character (Yauna), other OC’s and Avengers pairings later.  

Words: 2.6 K about

Warnings: Adult Themes, Language, Eventual Smut, PTSD, motions of Torture, Fluff, Death

Summary: Yauna just wants to be normal and Tony recruits her as his head engineer. Her past catches up and shit goes crazy.

(gif isn’t mine again)

Yauna had spent the rest of the night decorating her new space, with a flick of her wrist, she opened a portal to her home in Brighton. Walking between the two bringing trinkets and items to make her new space more ‘her’. It was about 12:30 when she realized she hadn’t eaten dinner.

She made her way to the main kitchen in the lounge, rummaging around trying to find something to eat. Little did she know Sam had the same idea. He walked into the kitchen, turning the corner to see a girl, he’s never met before, digging through the pantry. 

“Hello?” He asked, which gave Yauna a start. She gripped the door of the pantry tight, leaning her face on it to calm down. “Who are you?” Sam said again, starting to get suspicious. Yauna calmed down and turned toward him. 

“Hi dearie, I’m Yauna Ashdown. Tony hired me.” Sam remembered reading the note in the weekly email about her, also Tony, Steve, and maybe Bruce talking about her.

He smiled, “I’m Sam Wilson. And don’t you dare take that last cookie.” He said in a warning tone, which earned a laugh out of her. “I wouldn’t think of it.” She said and Sam noticed her accent laughing more. Her laughter turned into a confused look at Sam’s increased laughter. After he calmed down he continued, “Where you from?” 

Yauna’s cheeks flushed a light pink, realizing what he was laughing at. “Ireland, just outside Wicklow to be more specific. But, my mother’s family was from Scotland, that’s why my accent is so weird.” Sam nodded and stuck out his hand toward her. She gladly took it, he smiles brightly at her, “I’m glad we finally have some culture around here. You’re the reason there is a mandatory breakfast in the morning, aren’t you?”

She laughed and nodded, “I get to be the new kid again.” She continued to laugh as Sam took the cookies from the pantry. “Yeah, it’ll be fine. If anyone gives you grief, tell them to piss off or send them Steve’s way. I’m not going to get beaten up for you.” He said sarcastically, nudging her side with his elbow. 

“I’ll be sure not to count on you then.” She laughed and nudged him back, earning another giggly laugh from him. The two said goodnight to each other, Yauna grabbed a bag of crisps and a bottle of water and they headed their separate ways.

The next morning came and Yauna put on another long tartan skirt and sweater with the sleeves partially rolled up and paired the outfit with brown leather oxfords. Looking in the mirror, she flicked her hair in front of her shoulders and watched it fall. The curls weren’t as unruly as usually, which was a good sign for the day. She looked down her shape, she hated how big her hips were and that her waist wasn’t small like other girls. 

Her smile fell then, thankful that she decided to wear a skirt to hide her thighs. She hated how big each part of her body was. She shock her head and pushed the negative thoughts from her head. I need to stop this, before I decide not to go out there. She scolded herself and with a final nod at the mirror, she left her room and headed down toward the kitchen.

First she saw Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff, Natasha was sitting on the bar counter talking to Wanda while she was cooking. Yauna gently walked over to the pair, “Hello?” She wasn’t scared, just nervous about her impression. Natasha locked eyes with her and jumped off the counter, she got close to Yauna and folded her arms across her chest. 

“And you are?” Wanda rolled her eyes, she knew what Nat was doing. Yauna didn’t back down though, “I’m the new engineer.” She replied, straightening her back and keeping her head high.

Tony yelled from behind his newspaper “She’s actually replacing me, in that field!” Natasha rolled her eyes, “Oh, so you think you’re better than Tony?” She was nagging her on and Yauna knew in now. 

She simply smiled and said, “Yeah, only because all of my mind and time can be spent on projects. I’m not running myself thin.” Pepper gave a ‘woop’ from beside Tony, then Wanda budded in. “Hey sweetie, I’m Wanda and this brat is Natasha.”

Nat couldn’t hold her tough guy act up anymore. She laughed, “Hello sweetie, I’m just messing around.” She softly punched Yauna’s arm, they both turned attention on her making some small talk. Yauna could feel Wanda scratching ever-so-slightly at her mind warding, so she decided to push back a bit (not enough to be discovered). Wanda grimaced slightly, which made Yauna stop and watch her shake her head trying to reorient herself.

The rest of the Team started to show up, most looking tired or a little hungover. Some came over to say hello, and some just wanted to eat then go back to bed. Yauna helped with the rest of breakfast, then they placed it all on the table. People sat everywhere, on the couches, tables, the bar and at the dining table. Yauna sat with Wanda, Vision and Nat, they were talking about funny stories about Clint, Tony and Thor being drunk.

“Hey, sorry we are late! Our run ran long.” Steve said laughing at his own pun. Sam and Steve walked over to Yauna, followed by a grumpy looking person. “Hey Yauna!” Sam said, giving her a hug quickly and Steve did the same. Bucky looked at her, she was shorter than him but she carried herself with enough confidence to tower over anyone. Steve shoved him forward toward her, “This is James, and Buck this is Yauna.” 

Bucky stuck out his hand awkwardly, Yauna took it gently. Her hands are so warm, he thought finally taking in her full figure and firey hair. “Hello dearie!” She responded gently at his silence, giving a small giggle at his a gap mouth. Quickly he pulled his hand away, a light red dusting his cheeks, he turned and walked away to get breakfast. “He’s shy.” Steve said with a chuckle, “It’s a’right, promise.” She reassured him quickly.

The other two walked away to get their share of breakfast, while Yauna sat on the couch enjoying the conversations around her. She loved to listen to everyone talk and reminisce. Just then there was a dip in the couch beside her. Bucky had finally worked up the courage, with the nagging from everyone else, he decided to go talk to Yauna. 

“Hey, I’m James Buchanan Barnes.” He said just loud enough for her to hear, quickly she turned to him with a smile that could make anyone melt. “Heya sweetie, I’m Yauna Ashdown. I’m glad you finally came to talk to me.” There was no judgement in her voice, no mocking or annoyance. There was only happy and contentment. 

“Yea, I’m sorry about that, Doll. I don’t do well with new people, or new in general.” Her smile continued as she turned her whole body toward him, giving him her full attention. “It’s a’right, I understand you don’t need to explain yourself to me. But, I promise I probably won’t bite.” She joked, this brought a smile to Bucky’s face, finally. There was something he liked about her, she wasn’t afraid of talking to him.

Tony hushed the crowd of people, “Okay, now the real reason I called you all here.” He gestured to Yauna to stand up, she obliged and gave a small wave. “I’m sure you’ve all met Yauna. She will be taking my place in the engineering department. Take all your tech problems to her.” He laughed poking at her and she flipped him off, earning some ‘ooo’s and ‘woop’s from the crowd. 

Steve pushed her, while laughing himself and Tony continued “She will be coming out into the field too, as support.” Sam piped up, “So, she’s gonna hafta train?” Tony and Steve nodded at that. “That’s all! Y'all are dismissed!” Tony clapped to end the ‘meeting’ and Steve turned to her, “We’ll need to set up a time to see how much you know. I want you to have a little bit of training before you go into the field. Our next mission isn’t for a while, so when ever you feel ready just let me know.” 

With that Steve nodded and got up, he disappeared down the hallway leading to the elevator. Okay, well now we have to decide to be honest or play dumb. Yauna thought as she helped clean up breakfast and continued to her lab.

It was late when Yauna finally looked at the time, she was so enveloped in her project she didn’t realize it was just past midnight. She closed up shop and headed for her room, grabbing a bottle of water on the way. Nights were always hard for her, her brain and body hated being in new places overnight. 

The first night she stayed in the Compound was alright, just a few bad dreams here and there. As the days went on though, her subconscious realized she wasn’t going back home. Tonight was the worst, she knew it was coming and there wasn’t a thing she could do to stop it.

She finally got to sleep around one-thirty, but it wasn’t long before the nightmares and flashbacks took over. The pain from every scar, his face on her eyelids. Edmund’s face with his sick, sadistic smile as he cut into her with his chosen tool. The searing pain in her back from the lashings. The aching from the injections, that he said were to ‘heal her’, but they continued to kill her slowly. 

“You’re a filthy half-breed. I need cure you to save our kind. You deserve to die.” He would repeat those phrases constantly, it all seemed to real. With a jolt she woke herself up, but she could still feel the pain, see his pain, and hear his words like everything was happening again.

Bucky had woken up that night with a weird feeling in his gut, which he decided to ignore for the time being. He walked to the kitchen for some tea and he really just needed the walk.

While returning from the kitchen, he passed Yauna’s room and stopped for a moment. Thinking of her kind face, he wanted to talk to her more he just had to get up the courage to do it. Breaking him out of his thoughts, he heard some murmurs coming from the other side of the door. He smiled, Maybe that’s why I’m up. The Fates wants me to talk to her. 

He stepped toward the door, hand up ready to knock. Then he heard another noise, a cry really, making his excitement turn to worry. “Friday, let me in.” He demanded and, with a quick response from Friday, the door slide open without hesitation.

He looked around the small apartment until he came to the bedroom door, the whimpers and whispers became clearer. He slowly opened the door, scanning the room for her. They covers on the bed were disheveled and pulled to one side of the bed, leading to Yauna. 

She was sitting on the floor with her knees to her chest and her back to the wall. Her hands were in her hair, pulling fistfuls every so often. “It’s not real, it’s not real. You’re safe.” She repeated between grimaces and twitches.

He kneeled down in front of her, like he was approaching a scared animal. “Yauna?” He almost whispered, she flinched and raised her head to look at him. Her hands falling out of her hair, her eyes were puffy and there was no longer the flame behind them lighting them. She closed her eyes and flinched again, followed by a soft groan of pain. He moved closer to her, and gently laid his flesh hand on her forearm. 

She ripped it away, “No! Please, I’m Sorry. Don’t hurt me!” Bucky let go of her arm, looking at her state and trying to put the pieces together. Her eyes were still closed, she jolted again and her groan was louder. “It’s not real. It’s not real.” She said quietly again.

Then it clicked, she’s having a flashback or something. It seems so real to her. She didn’t see me, she saw someone else. He thought and gently wrapped his fingers around each of her wrists. She started to resist, repeatedly saying ‘no’. 

“It’s me, Yauna. I’m not going to hurt you. It’s James.” He held her gaze forcing the memories away that clouded her vision. Her muscles relaxed and tears fell from her eyes. He let go of her wrists again, instead he put a hand on her shoulder. “I’m sorry.” She said before he could talk. “I’m so sorry.” 

He hated seeing her like this, it made him angry, sad, protective, and so many other things. Most of all, he hated the person who did this to her, he wanted to find them and make them feel the same way.

The memories started to cloud the edges of her vision again, she felt the same searing pain in her back and let out a small cry. This pulled Bucky from his thoughts, he watched her hands find her forearms and her nails dug themselves into her arms. Quickly, he pulled her hands away revealing bloody crescents from her nails. She could see the the question on his face, she had to explain.

“I-I need to feel s-something. Something r-real.” She pulled at her wrists, as the memories threatened to take over again. “I’m real.” He said, still unsure how to help. “What can I do?” She looked up at him, his face pinched with worry. She threw her arms over his shoulder, pulling him closer to her and squeezed tight. He returned her gesture, gently pulling her into his lap. Her legs were draped over his left thigh, he body was as close as she could get to him.

“Tighter, I need to feel it.” She whispered into the crook of his neck and he tightened his grip. He didn’t want to hurt her, so he didn’t tighten as much as he wanted to. “Don’t be afraid to hurt me, you could never hurt me.” She reassured  him, he tightened his grip until he could feel each of her muscles relax. She gave out a deep sigh of relief, the ache that plagued her body started to leave.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked, he just wanted to take all the pain away from her. She moved her hand to the back of his bare shoulders, her hands were warm and soft on his scarred skin. As she thought about talking about it, the memories pushed back and she pushed her fingers into his skin hoping to rid herself of them. 

With a wave of heat, he felt jolts of pain and saw flashes of what felt like memories, but they weren’t his. They went by too fast to see anything. As fast as they were there, they were gone just as fast. She shook her head, “No, I can’t.” The tears returned for a few minutes. His heart hurt, like someone was stabbing it every time she let out an audible sob.  

They sat there for almost an hour, they both needed sleep, but neither wanted to move. “Stay with me tonight? Please?” Her voice cracked with embarrassment, he smiled and gave her a small squeeze. “Of course.” She scooted back and stood up, he followed her motions quickly. 

She pulled back the duvet and climbed into her bed. Her eyes met his for a moment and the flame was back, small but back. “Thank you.” She said quietly, her voice steadier than moments ago. He climbed next to her, it felt slightly awkward for him. But, when she moved closer to him and nuzzled her head into his shoulder, they seemed to fit perfectly and he loved it.

“I’m sorry.” He heard her say, muffed by his shirt. He pulled her closer, “There’s nothing to be sorry for, Doll. I promise.” Moments later, he felt her body relax and her breath even. Shortly after he was asleep as well, enjoying having someone to sleep next to, even if it was only for a night. I could get used to this. He thought, then he was out. He had never felt this good falling asleep, he could tell this was going to be one of the best sleeps he’s ever had.

Okay, I’m just going to apologize. I said I’d have this up earlier but yeah. Sorry... But, thank you for reading all the way through this! I hope you all liked it. Send me a message or ask or something. I love feedback! See ya Next time!