#Loki and Thor go to a UN meeting and Loki's in his New York Attack Outfit

[worstloki]

I actually think it would be so funny if Thor adapted to Midgardian clothing and such, wearing t-shirts and jeans and after Asgardians start settling on Earth that's generally what has to happen. But Loki keeps wearing his complicated leathery Asgardian clothing for the apparent sole purpose of jump-scaring any visitors to New Asgard

[littlesliceofmarvel]

I Don’t Know Where She Gets It From

Request: Tony X daughter reader with “I don’t know where she gets it from.” please? Xx 

Warnings: A little bit of swearing, not much

Pairings: Daughter Reader x Father Tony, Peter x Reader (lil bit of flirting)

A/N; This is set after Civil War! Also, my inbox is always open for requests so please, send away! x

Your dad was extremely hesitant about introducing you to the Avengers because he wanted to keep you away from that life. His Iron Man life and his father life didn’t meet, and he wanted to keep you that way. Of course, being Tony Stark’s daughter, you were extremely persistent and continued nagging until he finally gave in.

Once you had finally convinced him to let you accompany him to a movie night at Stark Tower, you couldn’t help the excitement bubbling inside of you. This was quite possibly the most powerful group of people in the galaxy, and you really wanted to make a good first impression. Your dad was always complaining about them, but you knew deep down they were like family to him, so you wanted this to be good. 

“When are we going?” You sauntered into the kitchen, giving your dad a smile as he rolled his eyes.

“Can you chill?” He poured his coffee into a portable mug and faced you, “Your dad is Iron Man, you’ve already met the most intriguing of the group.”

“It’s not as exciting as you think,” You mumbled, sitting down on a bar stool.

He turned to face you with a more serious look on his face, an eyebrow raised, “Ok, I’m going to set ground rules. One, no flirting with any of them, especially Steve or the one with the metal arm, ok? I don’t like them.”

You rolled your eyes, “You can’t tell me what to do.”

“Yes, I can,” he proceeded, “You also can’t talk badly about me, they all worship me, we can’t taint their image.” 

“Uh huh, alright,” You played along, “I’m sure they worship you.”

He squinted his eyes at you before putting on his sunglasses, “Don’t get smart with me, let’s go.”

“Can I drive?” You followed after him with a slight skip in your step.

“No.”

You groaned, “Aw, come on, dad, please?”

“Fine,” He gave in already, knowing that even though he tried to be a stricter dad, he really had trouble saying no to you. You jumped in delight and grabbed the keys to his Lamborghini, giving him an exaggerated smile as you unlocked the flashy vehicle and jumped in the driver’s seat, your dad getting into the passengers and with that, you were off.

-

The drive to Stark Tower only took half an hour and you were forced to listen to non-stop rules about how to behave around the Avengers. Of course, you didn’t really listen, you were going to act like you normally did. You weren’t expecting to flirt or marry or run off to Singapore and buy a tiger with any of them, as your dad clearly expressed you couldn’t do. He had always been protective of you and you loved him dearly for it, but there were times when he was over the top.

Once you parked the car, you rushed to the elevator and pressed the button to the ‘chillest floor in the tower’ as you guys called it. The ride up was long, but once you got there, you felt the nerves settling in. The doors opened to reveal the massive living room/dining room/kitchen space with the most incredible view of New York City. No matter how many times you had been here, it always blew you away.

Tony led you to the kitchen where he placed his sunglasses on the counter and poured himself a drink.

“So, who’s coming tonight?” You asked, fidgeting your fingers.

“Nat, Banner, Barton, Rogers, Barnes, Maximoff, Vision, Thor, Peter, that Sam guy, and I don’t think movie nights are really Rhodey’s thing, he’s antisocial,” He listed them off in order, and you were bummed Rhodey wasn’t coming, he was like an uncle to you. 

Before you could respond, the elevator dinged and out came Natasha, Bruce and Clint, who you could obviously identify.

“Hey, Stark... oh, there’s two Starks,” Bruce smiled at the two of you, before turning his attention to you only, “You must be Tony’s daughter, we’ve heard a lot about you, it’s great to finally meet you.”

“I’ve heard a lot about you guys too, it’s an honour,” You smiled at Bruce before turning your attention to Natasha. She had worked with your dad quite a few times before, and you were in awe of her. She was such a powerful woman and you really admired her courage. 

“Two Starks sounds like a bad thing,” Clint smirked at Tony who rolled his eyes, before he stuck out his hand to greet you.

“It is nice to meet you, Tony’s kept you a secret for quite some time,” Natasha smiled at you, which you returned.

“Yeah, well, he doesn’t realize that after adulthood, I can do whatever I want,” you grinned towards your dad who shook his head at you.

The elevator dinged once again and everyone’s attention turned to the noise, watching Steve emerge with a man next to him, who you assumed was Bucky due to the metal arm. The only time you saw him on the news was when it was believed he bombed the UN, so you were able to recognize him from that as well. 

“Great,” your dad grumbled and turned his attention to the fridge while the two men made their way over to you. Steve was able to immediately recognize you as Tony’s daughter and pulled you in for a hug, which caught you off guard.

“We finally have the chance to get to know Stark’s daughter,” He said with enthusiasm which made you smile before pulling away.

“Yeah, hi, I’m (y/n),” You smiled kindly at the two men, but only Steve returned the gesture as Bucky nodded his head, looking around awkwardly. You had heard about the falling out that these two had with your dad, and the tension was clear. The other three coughed and excused themselves while Steve turned to face your dad. 

“So... how have you been, Tony?” 

“Like you care?” Your dad said with venom in his voice and you noticed Bucky’s clear discomfort.

“Dad, can we not? I know you two aren’t besties but I didn’t come here to listen to a catfight,” You gave your dad a look to say ‘drop it’ and he sighed, shooting Steve a fake smile.

You didn’t even hear the elevator, but before you knew it, all of the Avengers had piled into the living room, chatting away.

“I should have given you rules about playing nice too,” you grinned, causing him to chuckle slightly as a younger man came running up to him and you immediately recognized him as Peter Parker, the one who admired your dad to no end. His words.

“Nice place, mister Stark, it’s really high class,” he started, “I really like the leather sofas-” he stopped mid sentence when he saw you, “Wow, um, hi, I’m Peter.” He put a hand to his chest as he introduced himself and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

“No, no, kid,” your dad chipped in, placing a hand on Peter’s shoulder, “This is my daughter, so no.”

You ignored his comment, “Hi, (y/n) Stark. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

-

An hour later after lots of introductions and laughs, you guys finally decided on a movie, and you found yourself seated between Peter and Wanda. Steve had decided to watch Pearl Harbour, because according to Peter, he loves to watch historical movies and tell everyone about his personal experience.

Halfway through the movies, right as the attack on Pearl Harbour was about to happen, Steve paused it and turned to everyone, “Now, Buck and I remember this clearly, when this happened, we were-”

Peter leaned over and whispered in your ear, “It’s like when grandpa tells war stories to his grandkids.” You let out a small giggle and put a hand in front of your face to not discourage Steve. 

“He once made us watch a five hour long documentary about the American military in World War 2, but it ended up being 10 hours because he paused it every couple of minutes to tell us his side of things,” Peter continued and you let out another giggle before looking at Steve, who didn’t seem phased, and Bucky who rolled his eyes at his best friend’s tales.

Once Steve finished reminiscing about his times in the war, he hit play on the movie and everyone turned their attention back to the TV. About five minutes after, you noticed Peter yawn out of the corner of your eye, and before you knew it, the slick bastard had his arm around your back, pulling the all-time-classic move on you. 

“No, absolutely not,” Your dad stood up and pointed a finger at Peter who was insanely quick to retract his arm. You let out an exaggerated sigh and faced your dad.

“Dad, chill,” you responded and tried to ease Peter’s discomfort by smiling kindly at him.

“No, this isn’t going to happen. Spider boy, you’re moving to another couch,” He pointed a finger at Peter again and motioned for him to move. You shot your hand in front of him to prevent him from doing so.

“Hey, you can’t just do that,” You defended. By now, everyone in the room had turned their attention to the three of you, except Steve, who was deeply invested in his war film. 

“I think I can, I’m not ok with it,” he responded and stood up, walking out of the living room to the kitchen, making you follow after him.

“Um, ok, mister boss man, how many times have you done something that I didn’t approve of, huh?” You crossed your arms and by now, even Steve turned his attention to you, “When you launched yourself into that giant wormhole in space during Loki’s invasion, I wasn’t ok with that. When you decided that you were totally for the Sokovian Accords, I was totally against that. Then you realized you were wrong, huh? That had to be embarrassing. Starks are known for defying orders, so, I’m going to do what I want to do.” When you finished talking, he also had his arms crossed - the two of you really resembled each other. 

He turned away from you to face the team, waving his arms, “I don’t know where she gets it from.”

You grinned proudly and he gave you a nod and you returned to the couch, sitting next to Peter who - very cautiously - put his arm back around you, making you smile as your dad sat down, giving Peter an ‘I’m watching you’ before Steve awkwardly continued the movie.

I think it was safe to say you were going to be seeing the Avengers a lot more now.

[michelleleahhh]

happiness is a butterfly

Summary: If Loki’s a killer, then what’s the worst he could do to a girl like you? One who is already hurt. 

Pairing: Loki/Reader 

Rating: M, Angst

Word Count: 2k

“Do you want me or do you not?”

Loki’s eyes dart to yours, “What does that mean?”

You lick your lips, heart pounding painfully in your chest. Is this aching from falling in love or from hitting the ground?

It’s just that… you’re so tired. So extraordinarily exhausted with how the night has turned out.

This morning you woke caged in his arms, bare chest pressed against your back, sinewy muscles nestled against your clammy skin. He trailed butterfly kisses down your neck, pulling you closer, his hands mapping your skin like it spanned continents. The valley of your breasts, the planes of your stomach, and the cave between your thighs until you both were spent to completion. Then, you got up, redressed, and snuck out of Avengers Tower just as dawn broke, treading back to your old walk-up in the West Village to get on with your day.

And now, you’re standing on the sidewalk, just outside of the bar you met him.

A bell chimes twice, marking two am. You should be freezing from the late February air of New York instead, the hazy hot air from the dive bar has left your skin overheated - with anticipation, with hate, with comfort.

“I felt one thing this morning, and now I’m feeling another,” you answer cryptically.

The live band’s strumming guitars creep outside, lulling patrons in to sway to the music. His eyes narrow, his face remains stoic. “It sounds like you are the one that is unsure.”

“You just spent two hours ignoring me and talking to her.” You argue, gnawing on your bottom lip, trying to not sound insecure.

He shakes his head, “Who?”

“While I sat in the corner waiting for you to come over to me, like-like I was some extendable, unwanted guest of yours.”

His lips pull down, “You are not making any sense. I asked you here.”

“Don’t do that, Loki.”

“Don’t do what?”

“Don’t sit there and pretend that I’m crazy, I know I’m not crazy.”

Loki pulls his head back, staring down at you over his pointed nose. He looks like a snake, weighing its options and ready to strike the venomous blow. “Well, you sound unstable.”

“Nice.” You snarl, crossing your arms over your chest.

They warned you.

They all warned you. All of the Avengers sat there leaving you to question your own sanity because you were trusting him with your heart. And they all warned you - said that Loki was not capable of loving anything but himself.

How did you get here?

“And who, pray tell, was I ignoring you for? The Assassin? Or perhaps it was Stark’s wife,” He snarls.

You look away, tucking your chin to your chest and looking at the sidewalk between you.

No, it was her. The new recruit, the one that everyone was in awe with - with her raw talent, witty banter, and bubbly personality. (And though you loath to admit it: her perfect body, flawless skin, flowing hair, and unique, sultry eyes.)

 “Ah, Miss Carter, I presume is who you are referring to.”

You don’t answer him, instead, you hug yourself, the cold air starting to creep into you and regretting that you left your jacket inside.  

He sighs and unzips the black sweatshirt he had on, wrapping it around your arms.

When you don’t move to put your arms through the sleeves, he scoffs. “Come pet, put on the jacket. It’s not exactly summer.”

“Don’t think this means you’re forgiven,” you bite out, pulling your arms through the soft cotton. It smells like him: crisp and clean and pine woods.

“I fear you’ve had too much to drink.”

Perhaps that is true, “Do you know what they even say about you?”

“Do you think I care what my brother and his little minions say?”

“I do,” you snap. “I think you care more than you pretend too. I think, in fact, you would change everything about yourself if it meant that you could be accepted. Even if that meant being with Ms. Carter,” you spit her name. “Not that you would mind being with Ms. Perfect Carter, with her long blonde hair, and crystal blue eyes, and delicate bone structure.”

Loki arches an eyebrow, “Careful, pet. Your jealousy is not becoming.”

“They say you’re evil- a-a- a sociopath, serial killer. Who never hesitated to double-cross his own brother, who wouldn’t hesitate to hurt me.” Okay, you’ve probably had too much wine. But the words keep coming, like some vile spew of truth. “And if that’s true, if everyone knows that’s true, what does that make me? Me. Someone who is still going with it, you, despite the warnings. Does that make me... some, some groupie? Like, am I a masochist? Or maybe I’m already hurt. So, what’s the worst that could happen if you are what they say you are?”

Loki visibly swallows but doesn’t say anything.

“Maybe, now, I am just expecting for you to hurt me, so that way it won’t hurt when it does? I’m expecting you t-to double-cross me too because that’s what your past has made me expect.”

You look into his eyes, seeing the green glaze over with something akin to pain. Like he’s trying to hide every emotion in a barrio that is unable to “It sounds like, you are the one that cares what they think.”

“Don’t be a jerk, Loki.”

The Demi-God lets out a bark of laughter, as the corner of his lips pull up. “I didn’t realize that I was the one being uncouth after your lovely soliloquy.” Your eyes skate to his lips, watching as they pull back like he’s ready to attack. If he’s as bad as they say, then maybe you’re already cursed.  He sighs, runs his long, pale hands through his hair and away from his face. “Perhaps, I should just call you one of those cars that to bring you home.”

“I don’t need a taxi.”

Loki clicks his tongue, “Then should we go back inside? I can only imagine how cold you must be.”

You shake your head, “I’m not going back inside to see all of them.”

“Can’t face your silent departure?”

“It’s called an Irish Exit,” you tell him in a grumbling voice.

“Yes, aptly called, judging by the way you stumbled through the entryway and slammed the door shut.”

A shiver works up your spine, the warmth from the alcohol completely gone. You burrow yourself in Loki’s jacket, pulling it tighter around yourself.

He sighs. “Come,” he calls, pulling you to a car on the street. With the quick wave of his hand, it unlocks and he pulls it open for you to get into the backseat.

You pause, staring for two moments at the black leather. Then you get in, perching yourself on the edge of the seat as Loki slithers in beside you a foot between you.

“It’s not much warmer in here,” you protest.

Loki rolls his eyes and waves his hand, a blast of warm air suddenly flooding through the car.

“Better?”

You shrug, finally relaxing and crossing your legs, picking at the hangnails on your fingers.

“I…” Loki starts then pauses with an overly dramatic sigh. “I am not interested in Miss Carter.”

You bite your lip. “Yet.”

“Okay, now I’m calling you a car.” He pulls a phone from the thin air.

“Don’t call me a taxi,” you argue, wrenching the cell from his fingertips and throwing it down next to you.

“Then what is it that you want? I just made it quite clear I was not interested in her.”

“I don’t want you not interested in her, I want you to interested in me.” You finally admit, pulling on your nails viciously. There’s a silence that sits heavily in the car.  A tear slips down your cheek as you burrow further into his sweatshirt. “I just want… to dance with you.”

Loki’s eyebrows furrow across his forehead, turning more towards you. “The music in the bar isn’t necessarily music I would dance to.”

You let out an unexpected bubble of laughter. No, you wouldn’t dance to the weird alt-rock music that was inside either. But as soon as the joke fades, you’re back to feeling that lonely, dark, silence.

“I mean,” you pause. “Every time I think I’m happy… it’s like a butterfly and escapes through my fingers. I can never manage to actually keep it. I just want to - you know - be with you, I guess.” You gnaw at your bottom lip. “I want to - you know - dance with you or hold your hand when walking down the street or just hold you tight regardless of who would see it. I don’t want to hide us because it is more convenient for you. You know? I guess… I just want you…”

Loki stills, falling back against the seat and staring out the windshield. He takes three breaths in, exhales them a little longer each time.

“You were the one who left this morning.” He notes, drumming his fingers against his thigh. “I thought you did not want people to kno-“

“I didn’t,” you cut him off. “But… I don’t want to-”

Loki scoffs, shaking his head. “It seems like you don’t know what it is you want. You do not wish to be seen with me, but you do not wish to be ignored by me either. Do you really want people to know that you are with me? The cursed one who tried to conquer this world.”

“I think…” You think you do. You think you want him. You think you want him to meet your family or friends or the people that actually give a damn about you. And you want to meet his people in that way, to joke with them, to tease him in front of them in a way that isn’t going to lead to snide remarks or people gesturing for you to stay away from him.

“Loki is complicated,” Thor whispered with bright, drunk eyes when you finished your fourth glass of wine in a long sip. “It would be easier for you, in the long run, to stay away from him. He is trying to redeem himself and if you aren’t completely committed to staying by his side, then I would suggest you do the best thing and leave him. He’s delicate - so if you are not sure - just stay away..” 

You want to tell Loki what his brother said.  

You bite your lip instead, another tear slipping down your cheek. “I think I just need time I guess, to figure it out.”

Loki juts his head in a sharp nod. His body pulling back into a frigid, statuesque rigid pose.  

“I’m so confused,” you finally admit, when he doesn’t say anything as another tear falls. “God,” you mumble, wiping the tears. “I want you, Loki, but- I’m...” You trail off, unsure of where you were exactly going with that sentence.

“Well,” Loki begins bitterly, “You know where I stand.”

“Do I? I feel like you haven’t said a word,” you accuse.

“I am not interested in anyone else. I think it is quite evident that I do not often involve myself with women. I am quite… particular of who I desire.”

You hold your breath. “So, you… you want me too?”

“If I must spell it out, then yes. I am interested in pursuing you.”

“Pursuing?” You tease, with a watery smile, “What, like courting me?”

“Something to that effect, yes.” Loki deadpans making your heart skip a beat. “Though, I do not want to cause you to rush into something if you are not… sure.”

You study him, your eyes perusing his face when he finally turns to look at you. You imagine entering a relationship with Loki of Jotunheim would be somewhat of a scandal for most of the world. You imagine what people would think of you. Imagine the headlines blogs, newspapers, and websites would write of a woman who would knowingly enter a romantic relationship with an anti-hero.  

You aren’t sure if you are ready for that, honestly.

So, you nod, pulling his hand into your lap and tracing his long fingers.

Loki’s eyes glance down at your hands combined, studying as you lift his fingers to your lips and place a soft kiss on his palm.

“Can I sleep on it?” You ask solemnly thinking you already know what your question will bring.

But to your surprise he just nods, his lips pulling down not an argument on his lips.

“You can call me a cab now,” you whisper, tightening your fingers on his hands.

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[hopelessromanticspoonie]

To Keep You Safe

Title: You committed, I’m your crime

Chapter: 4/?

Author: hopeless_romantic_spoonie

Summary: Life as the assistant to Tony Stark was busy, but boring. All of that changed when I touched something I shouldn’t have and woke up with strange new abilities. If I thought that trying to figure out my new place in life as an Avenger was tough, I had no idea what was in store for me once I ran into the frustrating God of Mischief, Loki. 

Rating: E (later on)

Notes: Reminder that this is un-Beta’d, so please excuse any typos or grammatical errors I no doubt missed upon my revisions!

Also on Ao3 here :)

Warnings for this chapter: Language, blood, injury, destruction

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After my little stunt on the roof, Tony decided my superpower training with Wanda needed to begin immediately. Waiting until I fully healed wasn’t an option if I was going to destroy the Compound with a–totally justified–mood swing.

Wanda did her very best in trying to help me figure this whole geokinesis thing out. She was patient and didn’t give up on me even when I gathered my hair in my hands and shrieked in frustration. She ignored any bellyaching or whining I sent her way and remained the ever-supportive tutor. Through our combined perseverance, I slowly became aware of the constant thrumming inside me, like a thousand bees buzzing just beneath my skin that got really pissed off when I was surrounded by nature or experienced heightened emotions. We worked for hours outside each day, her coaching me to harness my emotions and funnel them outward properly–AKA not mindless destruction of expensive property and killing of houseplants. It was frustratingly easy for her. She’d been working on her powers for years, while I’d had less than a week.

It was exhausting work, and I hadn’t even started fight training with Nat yet. That woman was going to kick my ass six ways to Sunday, and to say I was dreading it was an understatement of epic proportions. I collapsed into bed each night and passed out as soon as my head hit the pillow, often forgetting to shower or eat until I woke up disgusting and ravenous the next morning. It was easy to understand some of my new roommates’ preference for protein drinks. I chugged them down on my way to the lawn in the middle of the Compound each morning, forcing myself to get something in my system before we began.

Half of the time I just looked constipated as I stared at leaves or small rocks, willing them to do what I commanded and getting discouraged as the wind proved more effective. Then something would move, but not how I wanted, and we’d have to try again but harder or differently. It wasn’t a very satisfying process, to say the least.

I even had some meetings with Bruce. He knew more than anyone how important it was to keep a handle on strong emotions and, since that seemed to be a huge trigger for me and I refused to let Tony hire an actual professional about it, offered to help me out as best as he could.

“Jen, what seems to set off your anger the most?” Bruce asked kindly during one of our ‘sessions’. Sitting in his office of neutral warm beige and soft lighting, He might as well be my therapist. With him perched across from me in a tasteful armchair and me cross-legged on a plush couch, we at least looked the part. All he was missing was a clipboard and look of feigned interest. But if it meant less destructive outbursts and my eventual freedom I’d pour my guts out to him all day long.

“Loki.” The answer came without hesitation. That Asgardian serpent knew how to get under my skin like nothing else, and always took advantage of that fact at the worst time. Although to be fair, he did make everything worse when he deemed us worthy of his presence, so it wasn’t just me.

“Why does he bother you so much? He can’t hurt you, not here. He’s stuck on base so we can keep an eye on him, so he has to play nice. And you’re getting better at controlling your powers, so you can fight back. He only has the power to hurt you because you let him.”

The truthful answer immediately sprang to mind, but I hesitated, sucking my bottom lip between my teeth and staring at the floor. I didn’t talk about my past. Bruce was a great guy, and he wouldn’t judge me, but talking about it meant feeling it again, and I wasn’t so great with that feeling thing people were supposed to do. Much easier to work myself to death and pass out to some fun nightmares, then repeat. But to make him explain the deeply rooted loathing that I harbored for Loki, I’d have to give him some sort of explanation.

When I looked up to him, hoping that he would just let it go, the curious concern on his face appeared well and truly settled onto his worn features. He even sank further into the cushioned chair, as if he could wait all day for me to reply. “He’s an annoying little shit,” I tried, internally crossing my fingers that he’d believe my easy and obvious answer.

“We all know that. But he also doesn’t make us angry enough that we break an entire wall of windows or kill a tree just by walking by it.”

Oops.

“His face is just really punchable?” I tried again. Going by the unchanged expression on his face, it didn’t work.

Damn. Guess it was honesty time.

“He destroyed my life years ago. Seeing his smirking face every day just rubs it in. He shouldn’t be free to roam around after what he did,” I mumbled quickly, staring down at my hands twisting in my lap. I had taken to carrying a palm-sized pointed stone in my pocket at all times. It gave me something to practice with when I was idle, and the paranoid side of me knew that I might one day need some sort of weapon I could manipulate while surrounded by man-made materials. I fiddled with it now, turning it over in my fingers and rubbing one side absentmindedly with my thumb. Anything to avoid looking at Bruce as he peeled away my protective layers to reveal my soft, gooey insides.

“The Battle of New York? Tony told me you worked at Stark Tower when it happened. But you’re here. You’re safe. He didn’t hurt you, and if he did, it wasn’t permanent,” Bruce soothed, his voice laced with sincere compassion.

“He didn’t hurt me, no.”

“I know that trauma can linger for years after-”

“I don’t have PTSD. Tony paid for me to see a therapist after the attack, and I worked though the trauma of the situation. I’m not afraid of that happening again,” I muttered, clenching the rock tightly as I looked up to him. Anger was simmering just beneath my skin, mixing unpleasantly with deep grief that I did my best to keep safely stored away at the back of my mind at all times.

“If you don’t have lingering trauma, and you aren’t permanently injured, how did Loki destroy your life?” Bruce prodded, digging deeper and deeper. “Without getting to the root of this issue, it’s never going to get better.”

“He took it from me.”

“I don’t understa-”

“He took it from me!,” I snapped and stood up, my anger boiling over as my free hand reached into my grey sweater and pulled out the golden necklace always around my neck. I stepped closer so that Bruce could see the small circular pendant. Etched into the gold were the shaky whorls of a thumbprint. My other hand gripped the stone so tightly that the edges drew blood from my palm, but I didn’t care. All I could feel were the tears pricking my eyes and the swarm of bees searching for release from beneath my skin.

“He took them from me. My mom. My dad. Michael, my twin brother. I see his face every day in the mirror and feel him around my neck, and I see their mangled bodies that I was forced to identify every time I look at his smug, arrogant asshole face! And he just gets to walk free around this place like he didn’t kill hundreds of people that day, and wreck the lives of those left behind! He feels nothing for what he did,” I shouted, my rapid-fire words tearing from my throat in an impressive shriek.

I turned away from Bruce to avoid the pity I knew I would see. It would be the same look that I got whenever I told anybody the story, which is exactly why I didn’t mention it. Ever. I stared up at the ceiling and blinked back the tears that threatened to spill down my face. Without waiting for his response I stormed from the room, leaving a stunned Dr. Banner in my wake.

Outside his office I jogged up the stairs, my eyes downcast as I focused on just getting away from that room. From the words I hadn’t spoken out loud in years to anyone. Speaking it made it real again, and that ache ripping my heart to shreds was one I wanted to avoid if at all possible. So preoccupied with my retreat and holding myself together, I didn’t notice the wall of pure muscle coming down the stairs until I ran straight into it.

“Milady! How are yo-what is wrong?” Thor went from surprised and happy to worry in an instant as I stumbled against him. His hands gripped my upper arms to steady me as he stooped down to take in my red blotchy face, the tears that had slipped down my cheeks, and the blood slowly dripping from my hand. “What happened?”

I lifted my bloodshot eyes to his, searching for pity and coming up empty. Only careful regard and fierce protectiveness furrowed his brow. Rubbing the back of my injured hand against my cheeks, I shook my head harshly. “Ask your brother,” I croaked, pulling away from him and rushing up the stairs.

“Loki!” The booming voice of Thor shook the art upon the walls like the thunder he commanded as he stormed away in the opposite direction. Good. Maybe he could knock that shit-eating grin off his face. If anyone could handle Loki, it was his brother.

I paid no attention to the assembled Avengers in the kitchen, even after Steve and Vision called after me. I needed to get to a safe place, one without rocks or plants or anything else my powers could use as a projectile. I barged inside my room without uttering a word. After my incident on the roof with the windows, I’d come back to find all of the decorative plants removed from my room. At first, I’d been insulted, but critical thinking made me realize it was for the best. The only weapon in my bedroom was the rock clutched in my hand and my body wasn’t going to fight itself for it.

I hadn’t even taken three steps into the room before I heard banging on my door.

“Pebbles, let’s talk, kid. Why is Thor trying to rearrange Loki’s face?” Tony’s frustrated voice projected into my room through F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s speakers installed in the ceiling. Our rooms weren’t fully soundproof, but regular shouting was barely audible through the thick walls and heavy door. The blood rushing through my ears didn’t help matters, either.

I stared up at the nearest speaker in silence, focusing on tamping down the roaring in my ears and itching beneath my skin. I wasn’t going to open that door until I had myself under control, and a chat with Tony wasn’t going to suddenly undo all of the hurt that I fought daily to keep bottled away inside.

“Pebbles?,” I called out, picking up on the new nickname and ignoring his question purposefully.

“Pebbles. You can throw tiny rocks around. It’s cute.” I picked up on the smirk in his voice followed a couple of heavy bangs on the door. “Now open the door and let’s hash this out, Pebbles.”

“I’m good.” I threw myself dramatically down onto my bed. I was not in the mood to deal with Tony right now. I just needed to sit and stew and maybe break a few things. Then it’d all be fine and I could go on my merry way of stunted emotions and repressed thoughts.

“No can do. Gotta be a grown-up and talk it out,” his firm, no-nonsense voice grated on my agitated nerves.

Talk it out? No thanks.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about. Leave. Me. Alone,” I replied, directing my words and a pillow at the continuous banging on the door. As soon as the pillow thumped uselessly against it, the echoing knocks stopped.

“But I do, Jen,” came Wanda’s soft voice through the speaker. Bruce must have gotten her.

“Ugh.” I stood up, wiping away the last of my tears from my face as I went to the door. Taking a deep breath and blowing it out through my mouth, I opened the door. Thankfully, only Wanda and Tony stood on the other side. The rest of the gang must have gone to watch the spectacle I’m sure Thor and Loki were making. The disappointment on Tony’s face cut me to my core, so I averted my gaze to Wanda. She offered me a sympathetic smile, cocking her head toward the room behind me. I stepped aside and let her through with a flourish of my hand.

I groaned in defeat and looked up at a frowning Tony. “Tell Thor to back off. I’m sure he’s done enough damage as it is,” I muttered, dropping my chin to my chest and closing the door on him.

I turned around to find Wanda sitting on the couch, her elbows on her knees and her hands clasped in front of her. It was still surreal to have The Scarlet Witch just hanging out in my bedroom, even after daily training sessions for over a week.

“You know that I had a brother. Pietro,” she spoke softly, her eyes trained on me as I crossed over to sit beside her. “I also lost him because of another’s hatred. And it is a knife in my chest that never goes away. Sometimes I forget that it’s there, but then it comes back sharper and more painful than ever. But I can’t let that control me.”

I walked over and plopped down beside her with a thoughtful frown. I could feel my slick blood on the stone’s surface as I worried it, but the stinging in my hand was inconsequential to the turmoil inside. It could be taken care of later. “That’s easier said than done,” I muttered.

Wanda raised a hand covered in red light, twisting it. My bathroom door opened, and then I heard my medicine cabinet open and close. The first aid kit found in each bathroom of the Compound, because Tony knows his guests and their occupational hazards, levitated out and into her waiting hand. She gently took the rock from me and set it on the coffee table in front of us so she could tend to my injury with gentle touches as she spoke.

“It is. And I also thought that getting revenge for his loss would make me feel better. I ripped out the heart of Ultron. I watched him die, and the pain didn’t lessen. I still woke up reaching for him each morning and looking for him first when I needed to talk. It doesn’t fix the pain, Jen,” she murmured, dabbing at the small but plentiful cuts on my hand with a cleansing wipe.

“I have to see him every day. He gets to be free around this base without any issue,” I spat, clenching my teeth against the sting of the antibacterial solution.

“Being trapped isn’t without its downsides. Besides, I know for a fact that Thor is giving him a sound lesson as we speak. He has tried to atone for his mistakes,” she pushed, unwrapping a set of bandages and slowly rewrapping them around my hand.

She was at least right about one thing. From the crashes of thunder and darkening sky, the anger a certain God of Thunder currently held for Loki was made clear.

“It’s not enough,” I replied, my extreme emotions slowly fading to leave me feeling drained more than anything else. My usual state after the Battle, to be honest.

“Would you see him dead? If given the opportunity, would you take this rock and drive it through his heart? Honestly?” She finished up the dressing with a piece of medical tape to hold everything in place. Undeterred by my drying blood on the rock, she picked it up and held it out to me.

“I… don’t know,” I whispered, taking the heavy stone from her slowly and staring at it to avoid her knowing gaze.

“I don’t think you’re a murderer, Jen. And I’ve met several of them,” Wanda offered and stood up with a heavy sigh. “I’m not telling you that you’re not allowed to feel this. But you won’t like the person that you turn into if it’s all that you feel.” She squeezed my shoulder before leaving me alone with my conflicted thoughts.

I gathered the bloodied medical supplies and took them to the trash before walking to stand before the floor-to-ceiling windows of my room. Thor must have found Loki outside, as there were scorch marks on the ground and twisted remnants of metal benches scattered around the open green lawn.

I wasn’t a murderer. That I knew deep down inside. If Loki was powerless before me right now and I had a gun to his temple, I wouldn’t be able to pull the trigger. I couldn’t have that blood on my conscience. Did I want him to know my pain? Yeah, for sure. He showed no remorse for his actions. He sauntered around like he owned the place, as if the feelings of others were inconsequential and insignificant.

But he didn’t deserve to die. If anything, he deserved to grapple with the guilt of the lives he ruined for the rest of his immortal life. And maybe an occasional beating from his incredibly strong brother. But if he was going to learn from his mistakes, he at least needed to know what he did wrong first.

“Shit, I have to talk to Loki,” I groaned, dropping my forehead against the cool glass in front of me.

~~~

I stayed in my room for the rest of the day. Wanda must have told everyone to give me some space as no one came to bother me. During that time, I practiced. I sat on my bed, staring at my blood-stained rock and forcing it to move around the room, to do what I wanted it to and not lose control. Hours passed with my fighting the weariness of my mind and body until the natural light outside my room disappeared and was replaced with cool blue moonlight.

If there was any time to find Loki, it was now. His displeasure for the company of the Avengers wasn’t exactly a secret, leaving him to do the majority of his skulking around after hours. After his fight earlier with Thor, I knew he’d want to confront me. He wasn’t one to just take something lying down. All I needed to do was leave the sanctuary of my room.

After I stowed my rock inside my pocket, I threw on a pair of black tennis shoes and put my disheveled dark hair into a ponytail. The hum of electricity and fan of the heating system were the only sounds in the Compound other than my steps ringing firmly on the stairs as I jogged up to the roof. It was one of my favorite places and I was banking on that being common knowledge. I settled onto a large boulder in the middle of the garden, my back to the roof access door, and waited. He’d come.

“I should drive this knife through your throat right now,” Loki’s low silken voice was in my ear the second I felt two lean arms constrict around me, one around my shoulders to yank me against his rigid chest, and the other holding said knife to the soft skin of my neck. 

That didn’t take long.

“Why don’t you?” I ground out, stretching my head back against his shoulder to keep the blade from nicking my skin. I was engulfed by his presence. From the feeling of his taut body against my back to the heady scent of leather and spice, to his breath blowing across my ear, I was surrounded.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he hissed, the dagger around my neck disappearing as if it had never existed. His hands went to my shoulders and roughly spun me around before one went to my throat. He squeezed, not enough to cut off my air, but enough to let me know that he was the one in control of the situation. I swallowed and felt his hand shift over the nervous movement of my neck.

In the softly lit garden, I could just make out the damage Thor had done to him. The rolled-up sleeves of his dark button-down did little to hide the bruising blows that must have gotten through his armor, and his strikingly handsome face looked dreadful. Cuts marred his sharp cheekbones, and a large black eye only served to highlight the malice in his piercing emerald eyes.

Handsome? Nope, I didn’t just think that about the man threatening to strangle me.

Still, I couldn’t appear too weak. Calling upon the energy pulsing beneath my skin, I beckoned the sharpened, blood-stained rock from my pocket and put it to his own throat. My hours of practice that I had put myself through earlier showed in the slight tremor it gave in the air, but I dug deep to maintain it’s threatening position against his pulse. I would never do more, press it any harder, but he didn’t need to know that.

“Why did you send my brother to fight me?” he asked, glancing at my makeshift weapon with no concern before shifting his manic eyes back to mine.

Best get to the point before he strangled it out of me. 

“You killed my family,” I choked out around his grip, wrapping both of my hands around his wrist. For all my tugging at his arm, I was rewarded with his grip on my airway tightening ever-so-slightly but not budging besides that. It was enough of a message to still my hands but they remained on his oddly cold skin.

His steely gaze met mine, filled with fury. With a smirk, he grabbed the rock I held to his throat and it disappeared from his grip just like his dagger had. Well, shit. “And now what? You want to fight me? Or, rather, send Thor to fight your battles since you are too weak and irrational to take me on? You wouldn’t stand a chance,” he smirked, stepping closer until he had to look down his nose to see into my eyes.

“Try me, God of Mischief,” I replied through gritted teeth, my eyes flicking over to a tree behind him. With great effort, I directed the buzzing of power inside of me to find the weakest point in the tree. Locating it, my bandaged hand let go of Loki, clenched into a fist, and broke off a bare, dead branch. It flew over at the beckoning of my curled fingers, poised against his throat.

His sadistic smile grew at the thin limb pressing into his jugular. Without moving a muscle, Loki wrenched it from my control and soared across the Compound away from us. I was fighting a losing battle, but it didn’t stop me from trying.

“Learned a new trick, mortal? How quaint. But you won’t win against me,” he whispered, pulling my body flush against his by the hand at my throat, his breath cool against my ear. After one last demonstrative squeeze, he released me, pushing me away from him.

I fell to my knees as soon as I was free, taking deep gulps of sweet, sweet air. His icy touch sent goosebumps down my spine and lingered on my skin for far too long after it was gone. A weariness from manipulating my abilities for so long also tugged on my limbs, urging me to rest and recuperate from the strain. I remained kneeling, gathering my strength, as I scowled at him. “You ruined everything. You deserved it.”

“Get in line, darling. It’s hardly unusual behavior for me,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest with a shrug.

“You should pay for what you did!” I hissed, standing up and advancing on him.

He stood his ground, looking down at me with all the fear a panther holds for a mouse. “You know nothing of my recompenses. I know full well what I did on that day,” he seethed, the terrifying anger that radiated off of him made all the more imposing by his tall frame as he towered over me.

I flinched; I couldn’t help it. I was provoking a god, and the tension in his body and rage in his eyes spoke of power much stronger than my own. He had held his own against Thor earlier, only receiving a few bruises and scrapes for his troubles. What did I expect to be able to do if he decided to fully unleash the barely-contained ire that poured off of him? I bluffed that he wouldn’t be able to hurt me, but how far did the protection of his brother and Tony really reach? Besides the threat of another beating and possible imprisonment, there wasn’t anything stopping him from ending my life here and now and then disposing of me just like the throwing knives he so easily manipulated into and out of existence.

“I am not the same god that ravaged that city.” His harsh breath blew across my face as he advanced towards me, forcing me to back up until my body hit the cold glass windows behind me. I desperately clung to any iota of control I had over my powers as they bubbled beneath the surface seeking an outlet for the heightened response his closeness instilled in me. Craning my neck to meet the piercing eyes of the fair-skinned man crowding me, I saw no difference to the same villain that invaded New York City years ago, and I voiced that opinion.

“My actions on that day were not done with my full consent,” he admitted, some of the fury that furrowed his brow escaping with his strangled sigh. I could’ve sworn that he looked haunted for a moment, but I must have been mistaken because the cold gleam shining once again in his eyes was so intense that it appeared etched into his features. “No matter, as I have suffered the consequences either way.”

“Then add this to your list of consequences,” I whispered, reaching between us to pull my necklace from beneath my clothing. I shoved it into his face. “His name was Michael Thompson. My twin was murdered sitting in a cab with my parents from your Chitauri army. And every time I look at your stupid face, at my face, I’m reminded of it. I can never escape it, and you shouldn’t be able to either,” I said, my voice shaking with too many emotions that I wouldn’t name and fought desperately to stifle. I was not going to lose control, not after digging up the courage to face him.

Loki’s eyes quickly glanced down at the necklace before coming back to me, searching them quizzically. His jaw clenched as he took in my expression, and a look I could only describe as pain cracked the harsh veneer he usually maintained.

“I do know what it’s like to lose those I hold dear. This I promise you,” he breathed, his words drifting across my face in a mint-scented cloud before he turned and quickly left the rooftop. Leaving me standing there alone, shaking from an overload of emotions and struggling to catch my breath.

Free from his intensity, I leaned forward and put my hands on my knees, trying to quiet my ragged breath so I could listen to see if he returned to finish what he had barely begun. I had done what I had set out to accomplish. I made him face the harsh realities of his selfish actions years ago, literally shoved the evidence in his face, and forced him to listen to me. For all the good that it did. He had lived for centuries. What was the plight of a woman who was but a blip on the timeline of his life going to change anything?

The first bit of the conversation that I truly didn’t understand was the conclusion. ’I do know what it’s like to lose those I hold dear.’ Who had this heartless man lost? To have lost means that he must have loved someone, and who would he deem worthy of his affections? He made it abundantly clear that everyone was beneath him, dull creatures compared to the superiority of his godliness.

Had Loki had a heart at one point in his life? Was he born with the black shriveled-up stone that he most definitely possessed now? He must have been a little boy at some point in his life. Although, to be honest, I wasn’t actually sure if Asgardians just came into existence fully grown and, in his case, ready to piss off the world or, in his brother’s case, ready to save it. Could there really be a reason for the loathing that he harbored for the world?

Nope. Not going to try to humanize the murdering bastard.

The second thought that nagged at my overworked mind was that he claimed to have not been fully in control of himself during the invasion. Was that a lie? Recalling the haunted expression that had flashed in his dark eyes for the briefest of moments, it was doubtful. That had been the face of someone who had known true pain. Was the God of Lies that good of an actor? This new tidbit of information hadn’t been brought to my attention before, but I also hadn’t lifted my nose from the grindstone to really pay attention to much since I lost my family.

If it was true, then what in the hell had been strong enough to make him do something he didn’t want to do? Loki was a thousand-year-old god with incredible amounts of will, strength, and power. He didn’t just bend his knee and listen to anyone who could manage to get a word in edgewise. No, his cooperation would have had to been taken from him, as there seemed to be no one who he would freely give it to. I was under no illusion that he was playing along with his captivity now, perhaps having nothing else better to do than to hang around until a more enjoyable opportunity came along. 

Did Loki actually fear something and have a weakness like us pathetic mortals?

Obviously I needed to get some sleep if I was starting to go down that road. I was delusional with exhaustion.

Yep. That’s it.

[seawolvesanddragons]

Alternate Avengers Timeline

So my friend and I were wishing the MCU had given us a more "Avengers as a team" storyline and then my hand slipped and this happened:

--tower shenanigans happened slowly following after NYC, but by Thor's return Tony has been living there full time since Malibu literally blew up and was part time there before hand anyway. As soon as he went full time, Bruce moved in.

--they were being called in on smaller scale missions, usually Steve plus the assassins, but often the science bros for their brains if Tony and Bruce agreed to, and even Iron Man when he agreed to.

--Steve is splitting his time between DC and the tower, so is Natasha since she's paired with Steve for most of his missions.

--Clint is almost full time avenger now: SHIELD needed someone in NYC anyway, and he could double with keeping an eye on Tony and Bruce when Natasha was with Steve. Also, he doesn't have a handler anymore since Phil, doesnt want any other, so this was the compromise. He likes it, the guys are cool, NYC missions are interesting, he still gets to go out with Steve and Natasha often, and he's closer to his sister Laura and her two kids (with one more on the way) - her husband died in battle of new York. Avengers excepting Natasha don't know about his sister and her family. He and Natasha have their special understanding. Its left ambiguous so that fans can interpret what they want.

--Winter soldier and dark world happen still as before, but the post credit scene of dark world is the avengers all arriving in London to help after Thor has already solved everything and are just sort of standing around uselessly after an epic entrance. Tony tells him and Jane to stop by the tower and offers Jane a job.

--age of ultron happens as it did but with better understanding between Tony and Steve and also more discussion about threats from space, Tony/Jarvis running surveillance for Bucky. Sam is basically being phased into Avengers. Rhodey is trying to get transferred cause "no way is the winged youngun beating me to the group" and Peitro lives dammit. Hulk still goes because I liked him in Ragnarok. So off to space, sorry bud.

--I think all the standalone movies can go as planned up till CW...civil war goes by and large the same, with key differences: Tony and Steve argue about the accords yes, but this avengers is far more cohesive then our timeline; they've been living and working together since 2013. The UN is withholding aid and info that could help the group learn more about the threat of whoever was behind Loki and Thor's vision from Age of Ultron (Thor keeps in touch with them; he and Jane still break up). Tony, who prioritizes this threat, is willing to sign the line in order to get the information. ("Its not like we can't just break the rules later Steve" ) but Steve thinks their earth based missions are more imprtant right now because theyre here, in the present, and the accords would tie their hands from doing any real good. They're trying to figure out a compromise, and yes tempers are running a bit short when the attack happens and Bucky is framed. Tony and the others immediately tell Steve to go (Natasha and Sam go with him as back up) while the others try to stall the military and un from arresting Bucky. A new deal is put on the table: sign the accords, and Bucky (and Wanda who is being unfairly demonized by them) get full immumity. Tony thinks this might work. He tries to get in touch with Steve to talk it through, but some black ops break through his and the other Avengers defensivsss and Tchallas attack keeps him from getting in contact. Steve, Sam, Bucky are arrested (Natasha gets away) and taken to SHIELD where they keep them separated from the team, and tell them Tony and the others already signed the accords. Steve doesn't believe them. What's his name is pulling his shit with Bucky, and before he can confer with Tony and the others, Steve and Sam have to break out, stop Bucky, and go on the run again. Before the leave, Steve sees Tony in an office with Ross - just enough to plant a seed of doubt in his mind.

They decide they need to go after whoever framed Bucky. Sam asks if they need to get the whole team in, but Steve knows getting this info on the Space Threat is also important. They can't sever all ties. Let Ross think the group was split and have Tony and Natasha try to work their magic on Ross to get the info. Discreet messages are sent out. We see Clint slipping away from Natasha , Rhodey, and Tony's meeting with Ross. Vision is distracted from watching Wanda (still placed on house arrest, which everyone is protesting. Also pietro has been off doing his own thing, travelling the world and hoping to find Hulk.) Sam tells Steve about Scott and a few strings are pulled by Hill to get him there. The mission: destroy the other super soldiers Bucky talked about. Ross catches wind and declares them vigilantes and orders the rest of the avengers after them. After a lot of arguing and Tony almost blowing Ross to bits (no one has forgotten what he did to Bruce) the final punch is pulled: full Immunity for the rogue Avengers, the info on Space threats, and the location of Bruce's Quinn jet. Just sign The accords. Its the only way out of this nightmare. The last one gets Tony. He wants Bruce back. They need to get to Steve and work this out, and they can't leave until someone signs the accords. So he does. Rhodes and Natasha follow suit. The first thing Ross does is order them to stop the others and bring them in. Tony remimds him of the deal and declares they have 36 hours to get Steve and the others to come in and work this out. After that, the accords can go into full affect. Ross gets even by telling Tchalla where Bucky is, and Tony, Vision and co have to go there to keep him from killing Bucky. Tony brings Peter because a) he needs a wild card, especially one whose webbing can get people to pause and b) he wants the kid associated with the Avengers before Ross goes after him. Peitro also stops by and goes with them to meet the others.

--the airport scene is a mess of communication - Steve needs to GO, before the super soldiers are awakened, but Tony needs him to LISTEN because things are spiraling. Tchalla gets tired of the talk and attacks, causing Wanda to hold him off. Vision incapacitates Wanda. Suddenly all hell breaks loose, and a full on fight breaks out. The avengers are torn into two. Tchalla is the one to nearly stop Bucky and Steve from escaping, until Tony knocks him out from behind. "Think Ross bought that whole pantomime?" "Seemed pretty real to me. You hit hard Tony" "walk it off Cap. You said something about more Russian evil you before?" "Yeah. You'll keep Ross off our back?" "Do my best. Good luck Cap." "I'll need it. And Tony? Thanks."

--Rhodey is injured trying to protect Wanda from Ross's men when they suddenly appear. Sam saves him.

--Tony and "Team Iron Man" are horrified by the underground prison. The plan is to break them out. Natasha tells Tony to go help Cap under the guise of trying to arrest him, because "you can't be here when they escape." Tony goes. Tchalla follows. The reveal happens and at first Tony is angry, is lashing out, and Steve is confused to (because Steve didn't know in this timeline) and torn between who to help, and Bucky just...lets the attack come. Steve tries to intervene but Tony blasts him to the side. Finally, Tony is ready for the killing blow - and he can't. He knows this face, it's been in his database for years now, searching for Steve's long lost best friend. He sees Rhodey in his mind, falling out of the sky. He hears his mother's voice. And he tears the gauntlet off, screaming in pain and heartache.

--tchalla and villain dudes scene stays.

--Tony and Steve finally get to talk everything out and figure out the best course of action. There's no way around it: the team has to split. They needed to be ready to fight the oncoming war as well as put out the current fires. Besides, half of the Avengers have been tossed in prison. So Steve will take his team (minus Scott, who ops for house arrest) and they'll go vigilante. Meanwhile, Tony and his folk stay on as the remaining official Avengers, and get the info they need. Steve gives Tony a burner phone, tells him to call if he ever needs help.

--Natasha has broken the others out of prison. Vision, Rhodey, Peitro are staying with Tony as Avengers. Steve, Sam, Natasha are going rogue, with Tchalla offering them Wakanda as an operating base if,needed. He also takes Bucky to help rehabilitate. Clint is taking Wanda to recover at his sisters farm, which Ross doesn't know about, to give her time to heal. When shes ready, they would join whoever needed them. Scott gives Tony Hank's contact to reach other and work together if needed.

--so basically the media, public, and Ross think the Avengers are fueding but really Tony and Steve are playing war on both sides.

--standalone movies since then stay the same, but Thor is pan, slightly more aware of the earth going ons, and tells Bruce about some of them in Ragnaroc. Stephan strange is ace. Also they expain why the mystic one has the time stone, and also throwaway line about how the Avengers would be better equipped for this till they broke up,

--Tony constantly trolls Ross

--Peter knows that secretly they all get along, but has to pretend like it really is Steve v Tony like every other civilian thinks it is. Ned is overjoyed when he learns otherwise.

--Spider-Man is also just full of subtle nods to the con the avengers are pulling on Ross. The party Tony is at when he rescues Peter shows Natasha and Sam disguised in the background. Peter gets a postcard from Brooklyn he puts on his wall post the ferry incident.

--thor calms Hulk down at some point in Ragnarok by referencing times in the tower when they all lived together.

--Infinity war comes. Hulk arrives with his news, Tony is literally about to call Steve when the attack happens. That's it, thwy're seperated for the rest of the fight once Tony gets on the spaceship.

-when Tony disappears, Rhodey and Hulk ask Peitro to tell them where Vision is with Wanda, because that secret was fooling no one. Also, the rogue Avengers have been secretly half living in the tower again for months now between missions; Peter knows each of them by name. Ross suspects but can't prove anything and he hates it)

--Avengers reunited, sans Tony and Thor!

--Tony's been compiling info on this new threat post civil war, as well as working on new tech to sneak to the rogues when he can; this all comes out as they head from NY to Wakanda. Scott doesn't have a role, as in the original, but Clint is there and he goes. Or maybe Clint somehow ends up in space after they are fighting off the ones attacking Wanda and Vision and is just wondering how he gets in progressively stupider situations with just a bow and arrows. Well, time to hide until he can figure out an escape plan. Somehow this ends with him ending up on the same place as Tony, Strange, Peter, and the Guardians, in the middle of their fight. It's kind of hilarious.

--Tony's dislike of Strange is explained as Tony knowing Strange refused to work on Rhodey's legs because it was too simple and boring a case. Strange has to prove he's changed.

--(btw, Avengers didn't interfere with Strange because the rogues where off on their own mission already and NY Avengers couldn't because of the accords. Had the ancient one not assured them long before they could hold their own, they would have broken the accords once they knew something hanky was going on. In Black Panther, the group just left and didn't really hear about it. You get a few references to their stay though. )

--the rest of Infinity War stays the same.

--Clint's niece stays alive and Natasha gets her; she's there when the spaceship returns and she is ready to fight Thanos

--time skip of six, eight months before they figure out how to reverse the snap. Pepper is pregnant. Harley is there because his family got snapped and Tony just keeps adopting kids ok? Movie generally stays the same but Natasha doesn't die, Tony comes up with literally any other plan and therefore doesn't die, Steve fucking stays

--back to everyone living in the tower together, the accords are ripped up and everyone gets to be an avenger again; Thor decides to travel with the guardians for a while to find a new planet for Asgard as Valkarie runs shit. Theres a shot near the end showing Peter, Clint's neice, Harley (who is working on a prototype iron man suit) and Shuri talking with Cassie hanging on to every word, foreshadowing the young Avengers.

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[devilbat]

Shiver

Loki x plus size reader.

Warning ⚠️: just fluff

You watched as Loki made little ice flower on the window. He didn’t know you were there, reading in Starks Library. You had watching him from afar. As he walked in, sitting by the window. The snow had picked back up at some point which must have caught Loki’s attention for awhile he just looked out the window deep in thought as his slender fingers danced gracefully across the window leaving beautiful frozen patterns. Mostly flowers and snow flakes. Staying quiet so he didn’t know you were there watching him. You had feelings for the god. That you kept your yourself. Pining over the god, hope that he would maybe someday noticed you more then the Tony Stark clumsy niece.

Loki sighed heavily as he looked out the window. You figured you would leave him to his thoughts as you got up from the oversized chair, trying to stay as quiet as you could. But as fate would have it your big butt decided to knock over the stack of books the were on the table behind you, as you had went to pick up your coat and the book you were reading. You froze, eye widened as you hear the god chuckle. Looking over, watching as he walked towards you. His lip form into that I could make any woman’s panties fall into china smile of his. You knew it so well, cause it felt like it always happens to you. Hell his smirk alone would make you fall to your knees.

“Sorry, Loki I didn’t mean to disturb you.” You stumble over your words as he bent down, helping you pick up the books.

“It’s quite all right lady y/n. I knew you were there.” He smiled softly. As he picked up your coat as well. “Here let me help you.” He held open your coat for you.

“Oh. Um thank you.” You smiled shyly as you took him up on his offer of helping you into your coat. “I’ll Umm see you later.” You trued to leave but the god still had a hold of your coat.

“Let me walk you home.” Loki suddenly stated as he started to move.

“You don’t have to, if you don’t want to loki. I’m used to it.” You looked down at your hands as they Fidgeted with the zipper on your coat.

“I do not mine escorting you home lady y/n. It would be an honor. And I wouldn’t mind get out of the tower for a bit.” His hands rested on yours making you stop playing with the zipper. Both made it outside, with each door loki had opened for you. Making you smile, knowing the one god that tried so desperately to take over New York was also a true gentleman. You shivered as you made you first steps into the cold waste lands. You watched as Loki walked out with only a shirt and jeans on. The cold didn’t faze him like it did you.

“Not going to lie I’m jealous, you can walk around in the cold and not at all be faze by it and here I’m shivering to death.” You mumbled as your teeth chattered. Loki chuckled.

“That is one good thing about being a frost giant. I cold walk around naked and it not even bother me.” He smirked his eyes looking in your Direction.

“I would love to see that.” You whispered to yourself really not think that he could possibly still hear you.

“What was that love.” He snickered. Your eyes went wide, faced started to heat up, thank god for the snow knowing your face was pink from the cold.

“Nothing, by they way those flower you made on the window were beautiful. I have to say I do enjoy watching you.” You quickly tried to change the subject only to fail.

“Oh really love you enjoy watching me hmm.” Loki looked down at you eyebrows raised. Smirk played on his lips.

“No, I mean watching you use your magic.” You tried to recover yourself. You felt like your whole body was on fire now. You had stopped for a second, Loki chuckling, not stopped yet. You picked up some snow into your gloved hands as you caught up to the god. Your hands slide up the back of his shirt with the snow, patting it. Stopping, he looked over his shoulder down at you. “So that cold snow doesn’t bother you?” As You retracted your hands. Though you wish you would of felt his skin under your unglove fingers.

Looking up at him you noticed his wicked smirk and there was a hint of something mischievous in his green-ish blue eyes. You felt a lump form in your throat as you took a step back. ‘Shit.’ You thought. You took a few more steps away from the god. As you watched a snow ball form in his un-gloved hands. With a loud squeak you attempted to truck through the deep snow.

“Oh darling little mortal how I love it when they run.” You heard loki called behind you. It wasn’t before you realize how close loki was, when you tripped in the snow falling to your knees. Then you felt the the cold snow with long slender fingers reach around pushing snow down the front of your top. Right between your heavy breasts. You gasped out shivering not from the cold but from his touch. “You know you look awfully cute kneeling in the snow.” You felt Loki warm breath fan over your ear as He whispered. His fingers slowly pulled away from under the layers you had on.

Loki stepped away from you. Though it took you a minute to regain your composure let alone sanity after his touch. You grabbing more snow packing it into a tight ball. Getting up you then pelted the god in the chest. You eyebrow raised as to challenge the prince.

“Let’s see if the great loki, Princess of Asgard, king of something I can pronounce can take on a mortal.” You mocked Loki, just a bit. But this ensued a snowball fight with a god that you had no chance of winning.

At that moment you didn’t care. And it seemed as Loki was enjoying himself, like he was a kid again. About twenty minutes into it. You were cold but really didn’t care. Before you could do or say anything the god had you in the snow. Looking up at him as the cloud of white powdery snow settled. You were out of breath, and laughed. You were numb from the cold, you didn’t feel Loki’s hands find the bare sink of your curvy sides. Wasn’t until you felt you ticklish sides being attacked by cool slender fingers. Wiggling around beneath him, laughing warm tears touched your cheeks as you couldn’t help it.

“Loki. Please. I-I. Beg. You. Stop.” You got out every other word between fits of giggles as the god tickled his way up and down your side.

“Oh what happened to your little cantering, mocking about taking her on a god. Hmm, as much I do love to hear you beg darling.” Loki stopped his senseless attack on your freezings body. “We should probably get you inside. You lips are turning a bit blue. Unless your never told me you’re part frost giant.” He winked before one last tickle, as he got off of you hold out a hand for you.

You shivered but not at the cold but at his words. Why did he have to be so damn sexy. You took Loki’s hand, surprising you that he picked you up with ease. You knew that he was strong but never thought he could be as strong as Thor, just without the huge beefy muscles Thor had. He was leaner, taller then his mighty brother. Most people wonder why you didn’t swoon over Loki’s brother Thor. Why the raven hair trickster. After everything you didn’t care about all of that. Loki made you laugh he could match your wit. That and Thor reminded you of your little brother.

Making it to your small apartment, that really was only a mile away, as you left 2 hours ago, the sun had started to set. You stood in front of the door trying to fight the battle in your head on if you should invite Loki in or not. As the wind picked up, your teeth started to chatter. Looking over to loki as you unlocked the front door. He had that damn smirk on his face that made you shiver again.

“Would you like to come in for a bit loki? To warm up.” You asked shyly. Not looking him in the eyes. You felt like you would end up saying more something embarrassing.

“Yes, to warm you up darling.” He smirked devilishly. “Your shivering.” He gently pushing you into the house.

“Sorry for the mess, I just moved in and well.” You trailed off trying to figure out how to word the biggest problem with your lovely apartment that you Uncle insisted on you taking, you didn’t want to live in the compound or the tower. That was for hero’s you were just a normal girl well as normal as you could, having an uncle that happens to be these Tony Stark. “So before I forget I really don’t have anywhere to sit. I just moved in as you can tell. But the moving company got stuck and my couch, chair and table happened to be on that. Luckily I decided to buy a new bed.” You started to ramble. Only cause the god to laugh and raised an eyebrow.

“The bed will be just fine.” Oh that cock asshole the way his voice dropped low and deep with a huge hint of seduction. He walked in your home. It wasn’t what he would of thought Tony would buy, expected more lavish. This was humble yet still extremely nice.

“Would you like some tea, coffee? Whatever you Asgardain drink.” You asked. As you walked into your kitchen.

“Tea would be lovely, though why don’t you change love, the snow will melt soaking you.” He stated. Though that wasn’t what was soaked at the moment. “I’ll make the tea just show me where it is.” Did as he asked showing him where everything was. He then told you he would meet you in your room. Changing quickly you found fuzzy soak, leggings and an over sized sweater. Right as you had the sweater over your head loki knocked on the door.

Opening the door for Loki as he carried a tray of refreshments. Loki looked around your bedroom. It was slightly a mess, boxes and clothes scattered like you were trying to find something. Though you had managed to pick up most of it. A four post bed was off to the corner, sheer white linens cascaded off the sides as white lights twinkled underneath the fabric. Loki sat the tray down on the night stand. He watched you as you carefully sat down the the edge you looked nervous and awkward all of a sudden.

“Darling get underneath the covers you look frozen still.” Loki commanded. You smiled shyly with a shiver as you did as Loki asked. Soon loki sat on the edge handing you a cup of tea. Every so often you would shiver, Loki though that maybe you were still cold. But the real reason was because of how close he was let alone in your room on your bed. “You mortals girl really do not fair well in the cold do you?” He snickered as he took you cup setting it back down as he got under the cover.

“Oh I’m sorry, I’m not a frost giant or Elsa, were the cold doesn’t bother me.” You snipped back curious as to what loki was doing. As he sat himself against the head bored. “Loki what are you doing?”

“I’m going to let you cuddle up with me you keep shivering and I know that body heat from someone else can help.” He stated matter of factly. He pulled you into him effortlessly. Wrapping his arm around you. You were shocked at how warm he was for a frost giant. You may have been freaking out in your head that the god of mischief was letting you cuddle up to him.

“Awe Loki, your good side is showing. Letting a mortal girl snuggle up to you.” You teased. Which got you his infamous eye roll.

“I really don’t want a war waged on me, for letting the niece of Tony Stark freeze to death. I’m sure someone knows I was with you.” Loki stated looking down at you.

“Awe I think it’s cause your started to like us mortals. You big softy.” You patted his lean chest as you mocked him a little. Loki’s fingers start to drawn pattern on your arm. Making you shutter. You heard loki sighed as you watched him use his magic and a bottle appeared.

“Maybe this will help you warm up love.” He poured some in your empty cup handing it to you. “It’s Asgardain mead. Though I don’t think you’ll need much.” Handing the cup to you, you took a sip, it was strong but sweet. You felt it warm you up. You started asking loki question about Asgard and himself. You talked for awhile everything and anything while Loki share the mead with you. But as soon as you got up and attempted to making over loki only to fail when you landed, laying in his lap. You started to giggle.

“Darling, What in the nine realms are you trying to do.” He watched you in amusement.

“I was trying to get more.” You huffed. As your tried to reach over though your arms seem not long enough.

“I could have gotten it for you, if you only ask. Though I’m not sure you need more.” He chuckled. You scoffed at him as you tried to get off of him and back to your spot. Failing yet again.

“Your really close.” You stated as you were face to face with the god. Your were definitely a little tipsy.

“Well you are the one that is on top of me love.” His voice was low when he spoke. That devilish smirk played on his lips.

“Will you stop being so damn sexy. Your are destroying a girls underwear here.” You huffed in announce. It wasn’t registering what you were saying out loud and not in your head.

“Oh is that so darling, I am now humm. How exactly am I destroying your panties?” His voice was dark now. Eyebrows raised. You could feel the heat in your body rise.

“Your voice for starters. The accent you have. How it is can go from destroy you now to, I will make you suffer sexual. In like a matter of seconds. That and you had to be so damn attractive. You shouldn’t be this hot. God or not. And really should keep these things to myself, you wouldn’t find a mortal girl like myself at all attractive.” You ramble the mead was like that damn truth serum.

“Darling, you really think I wouldn’t find you positively stunning?” Loki questioned you. You nodded shyly. “Darling you are the only mortal I find beyond breath taking. You my love had captured my heart, the first day I arrived.” Before you could react Loki pulled your chin up, his lips found yours. You felt like you couldn’t breathe, Loki the god of mischief was kissing you.

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Chapter 3; The Sokovia Accords

Here begins the strain that starts out between the Avengers and we see one of the most saddest moments in Marvel history so for any Steggy shippers out there will need tissues on hand. Enjoy my lovelies :)

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We were all gathered in the meeting room next to the kitchen and we were all sitting at the table and there stood Secretary Ross with his guards surrounding the four corners of the room.

“Five years ago, I had a heart attack,” he then made a golfer’s swing pose as he continued, “And dropped right in the middle of my backswing. Turned out it was the best run of my life because after 13 hours of surgery and a triple bypass, I found something 40 years in the army had never taught me. Perspective”.  

Wow okay so that’s a cool story but what’s the real reason you’re here Mr. Secretary or did you just come here to tell us about how you almost keeled over 5 years ago. I had wanted to say but I’d rather keep that to myself and not get in trouble.

“The world owes the Avengers an unpayable debt, you have fought for us. Protected us. Risked your lives. But while a great many people see you as heroes, there are some who would prefer the world vigilantes”.

“And what word would you use Mr. Secretary?” asked Natasha.

“How about dangerous? What would you call a group of US based, enhanced individuals…who routinely ignore sovereign borders and inflict their will wherever they choose and who frankly seem unconcerned about what they leave behind?” 

Secretary Ross soon stepped aside and the screen soon digitalized itself into a world globe map with certain points picked out around the world.

“New York,” soon video footage of the New York attack from when Loki had brought an alien army upon the city.  Guns were heard firing, people running and screaming in fear and the Hulk jumping from building to building roaring as debris fell to the ground.  “Washington DC,” the footage changed to the day when both SHIELD AND HYDRA fell apart with the Helicarriers over the Lincoln Memorial.

People screaming and as one Helicarrier fell into the lake, the water surged up and began to wash people away.

“Sokovia”.  Soon the image changed to a year ago when Sokovia was attacked by Ultron.  People screaming and an image of half of the city being lifted up into the air, and buildings coming down.  My heart sunk and I closed my eyes trying to hold in my tears from even remembering that day.  “Lagos” and to add more salt to the wound, we were shown what had happened a month ago when Rumlow’s suicide attempt failed thanks to Wanda but in the end people died. 

The video showed police carrying out the dead or trying to help people covered from head to toe in debris and it showed just how frightened some of these people were in the aftermath.  I turned to Wanda to see her turning away when I snarled. 

“Alright! We get it!” Ross nodded to his guard to shut off the image as he stated.

“For the past four years you’ve operated with unlimited power and no supervision. That’s an arrangement the governments of the world can no long tolerate. But I think we have a solution,” it was then one of his guards handed him a very large thick book and he gave it to me as he continued, “The Sokovia Accords.”

I looked at it as well as Wanda over my shoulder before I slid it over to Rhodey as Secretary Ross explained the Accords to us.

“Approved by 117 countries, it states that the Avengers shall no longer be a private organization, instead; they’ll operate under the supervision of a United Nations panel, only when and if that panel deems it necessary”. 

“The Avengers were formed to make the world a safer place, I feel we’ve done that” said Steve.

“Tell me Captain, do you know where Thor and Banner are right now? If I placed a couple of 30 megaton nukes, you can bet there’d be consequences. Compromise. Reassurance. That’s how the world works, believe me, this is the middle ground” he said gesturing to the book at his last statement.

“So, there are contingencies?” asked Rhodey.

“Three days from now, the UN meets in Vienna to ratify the accords. Talk it over”.  As he and his guards took their leave Natasha spoke up.

“And if we come to a decision you don’t like?”

“Then you retire” Secretary Ross stated plain and simple.

After Secretary Ross left the facility, we were now all gathered in the kitchen/dining room area.  I was in my wolf form in my bed that Tony had custom made for me while everyone was sitting on either a couch or chair except for Rhodey and Sam who were arguing with each other behind Steve who was reading the accords.

“Secretary Ross has a Congressional Medal of Honor, which is one more than you have”.

“So let’s say we agree to this thing, how long is it gonna be before the LoJack us like a bunch of common criminals?” demanded Sam.

“117 countries want to sign this. 117 Sam and you’re just like ‘No, that’s cool, we got is’”.

“How long are you gonna play both sides?!”

“I have an equation” stated Vision.

“Oh, this will clear it up” stated Sam sarcastically.

“In the eight years since Mr. Stark announced himself as Iron-Man, the number of known enhanced persons as grown exponentially. And during the same period, the number of potentially world-ending events has risen to a commensurate rate”.

“Are you saying it’s our fault?” asked Steve but Vision continued with his professor analysis.

“I’m saying there may be a causality. Our very strength invites challenge, challenge incites conflict, and conflict—breeds catastrophe. Oversight…oversight is not an idea that can be dismissed out of hand”.

“Boom” stated Rhodey.

“Tony, you are being uncharacteristically non-hyperverbal” stated Natasha.

“It’s because he’s already made up his mind” said Steve.

“Boy you know me so well,” Tony spat out sarcastically at Steve.  He slowly stood up as he gripped his head and stood up and walked towards the kitchen. “Actually, I’m nursing an electromagnetic headache. That’s what’s going on Cap, it’s just pain. It’s discomfort. Who’s putting coffee grounds in the disposal?” Tony exclaimed.

At that statement my ears lowered slowly.  I mean I didn’t having grounds end up in my coffee so I just thought dumping them there would be fine, no one says it’s a bad thing right?

“Am I running a bed and Breakfast for a Biker gang?” Thank god he didn’t look directly at me to see I was the culprit. He just took out his tablet and pulled up a picture of a boy around my age maybe a year or two older.  “Oh that’s Charles Spencer by the way, he’s a great kid. Computer engineering degree, 3.6 GPA, had a floor-level gig at Intel for the fall. But first, he wanted to put a few miles on his soul… before he parked it behind a desk. See the world. Maybe be of service. Charlie didn’t want to go to Vegas or Fort Lauderdale which is what I would’ve done, he didn’t want to go to Paris or Amsterdam which sounds fun, he decided to spend his summer building sustainable housing for the poor guess where Sokovia!” 

I lowered my head solemnly and let out a small whimper because suddenly I began to recall seeing him around Sokovia as Bad Wolf building houses for the poor people, he even once made me a house to live in before we found Mr. Bobinsky to take me, Wanda and her brother in.

“Oh so he helped you out too huh Little Red? That’s good because I assume he wanted to make a difference I suppose I mean we wouldn’t know because we dropped a building on him while we were kicking ass”.

Tony took a moment to drink his coffee before deeply sighing and he finally stated his side of the argument.

“There’s no decision-making process here. We need to be put in check, whatever form that takes, I’m game. If we can’t accept limitations, we’re boundary-less, we’re no better than the bad guys”.

“Tony, someone dies on your watch, you don’t give up”.

“Who said we’re giving up?”

“We are if we’re not taking responsibility for our actions. This document just shifts the blame”.

“I’m sorry, Steve. That is dangerously arrogant. This is the United Nations we’re talking about. It’s not the World Security Council, it’s not SHIELD, it’s not HYDRA”.

“No but its run by people with agendas and agendas change”.

“That’s good. That’s why I’m here. When I realized what my weapons were capable in the wrong hands, I shut it down and stopped manufacturing”.

“Tony you chose to do that. If we sign this, we surrender our right to choose. What if this panel sends us somewhere we don’t think we should go? What if there’s somewhere we need to go and they don’t let us?” 

“(Y/n) you haven’t even said a single word about this whole thing, why don’t you tell us what you think?” Rhodey said to me. Everyone soon turned to look at me. I stood up and as I walked I began to phase back into my human form and I said as I sat beside Wanda.

“I’ve always gone along with the group, even if it wasn’t really the best decision to make. But like Steve said, what if there is somewhere we need to go and they don’t let us? Humans are always stubborn and above all else stupid, they think they can destroy anything by building bigger guns, that’s why there’s always war. More people die from their own stupidity than anything else, but with us we give them the right to go back to their families from a fight they don’t deserve to be in in the first place. We may not be perfect, but the safest hands are still our own”. 

“But (n/n), if we don’t do this now, it’s gonna be done to us later. That’s the fact, that won’t be pretty”.

“You’re saying they’ll come for me?” asked Wanda.

“We would protect you” said Vision.

“Maybe Tony’s right” stated Natasha.  Tony, Sam and Steve turned to Nat as she continued, “If we have one hand on the wheel we can still steer. If we take it off,”

“Aren’t you the same woman who told the government to kiss her ass a few years ago?” stated Sam.

“I’m just—I’m reading the terrain. We have made some very public mistakes, we need to win their trust back”.

“Focus up I’m sorry—did I just mishear you…or did you agree with me?”

“Oh I wanna take it back now”.

“No, no, no you can’t retract it thank you unprecedented. Okay, Case close, I win”.

“I have to go” said Steve suddenly and he rushed out of the room.  My instincts were telling me to go after him so I stood up and followed behind Steve but didn’t let him know I was behind him.  He stopped at the middle of the stairway so I just stood a stairwell above him and watched him pinch the bridge of his nose and heard him sniffling out and I could smell the salt of tears running down his face. 

I was currently packing up for the funeral of Peggy Carter in London since I had told Steve that I wanted to come along with him to give him moral support.  As I was finishing up my packing, Tony knocked at my door and said.

“You got a second?”

“Not really but I have a feeling you’re not gonna give me much choice now are you?” I teased.  For the past year since I had met Tony, he and I have this little head-butting thing that we do, we tease each other, sometimes blackmail to get the other to do what we want stuff like that but it’s all out of love in the end.

“Now I will take into consideration what you had said earlier about the accords, but are you sure there’s nothing else I can do to change your mind”.

“Afraid not Tony”.

“Not even if I threatened to share this video of you with your stuffed teddy bear on Instagram?”

“Especially if you did that, plus that’d make me even more Instagram famous, I already have about 9 thousand followers, you do that and I’ll have more followers than you”.

“In your dreams Little Red,” Tony then took me in a hug and he whispered in my ear. “I just hope you made the right choice, cause if you choose his side, I can’t protect you anymore”.

“Oh like you didn’t when I first became Bad Wolf?”

“Dick move there Maximoff, but I really am sorry about that, about everything HYDRA has done to you, I do wish I could take it away from you”.

“I know, now I’ve gotta meet Sam, Nat and Steve upstairs on the jet”.  I then grabbed my suitcase and headed up to the roof and boarded the jet and we were all headed off to the funeral in London. 

At the church, Steve was one of the few lucky men to carry Peggy’s casket down the aisle as the choir sung their hymn but even as I watched him, I knew that this was not how Steve wanted to imagine Peggy walking down the aisle in a church filled with so many people who knew her. The head mourner spoke into the microphone.

“And now, I would like to invite Sharon Carter to come up and say a few words”. Sharon Carter otherwise known as Agent 13 to SHIELD soon came up onto the stand and Sam gently nudged Steve and softly gestured with his head as we all looked up to her and she began to speak.

“Margaret Carter was known to most as the founder of SHIELD, but I just knew her as Aunt Peggy,” at that statement Steve’s eyes turned to shock as Sharon continued on with her speech, “She had a photograph in her office, Aunt Peggy standing next to JFK. As a kid that was pretty cool, but it was a lot to live up to, which is why I never told anyone we were related. I asked her once how she managed to master diplomacy and espionage in a time when no one wanted to see a woman succeed at either. And she said compromise where you can, but where you can’t, don’t. Even if everyone is telling you that something wrong, is something right. Even if the whole world is telling you to move, it is your duty to plant yourself like a tree, look them in the eye and say ‘No. You move’”.

After the ceremony and the burial, Steve went back into the church and when Nat started to follow him, I grabbed her arm and said. 

“Hey Nat, can I try?” She looked at me and softly smiled and said.

“Sure thing wolfie, I’ll be here waiting for you guys should you choose to come out”. I nodded to her then I walked back inside the church to see Steve staring up at a young Peggy Carter’s picture, back in WW2.  

As I walked towards Steve and he heard me walking towards him, he began to explain to me.

“When I came out of the ice, I thought everyone I had known was gone. Then I found out that she was alive—I was just lucky to have her”.

“She had you back too” I stated with a soft smile.

“Who else signed?” He wanted to know about the accords.  I thought about it quickly and stated out the names.

“Tony, Rhodey, and Vis”.

“Clint?”

“Old man’s finally retired” I teased.

“Your sister?”

“Mama Bear’s in the cage. Nat told me to tell you that she’s off to Vienna for the signing of the accords, says there’s plenty of room on the jet”. Steve sighed softly and I looked at him solemnly. “Just because it’s the path of least resistance doesn’t mean it’s the wrong path. Staying together as a pack is more important that how the pack stays together”.

“What are we giving up to do it?” Steve asked me. Silence remained between the two of us before he stated sadly, “I’m sorry (n/n) I can’t sign it”.

“I know, I’m not either I thought I made that clear back at the facility”.

“Well then what are you doing here?” I swallowed my sobs and choked out softly.

“I’m the one person who knows what it feels like to see the person you love die before them”.  We both looked at each other with tears then I softly told him, “Come here Alpha dog”. I brought him close to me and we hugged each other letting our tears come out letting it all out.