#MarvelAu

[marvelwhore2023]

BLACK WIDOW SERIES

Natasha Romanoff x GN Reader

- enemies to lovers

- angst

- trigger warning panic attacks , anxiety

Part 1 / Part 2 - 👇

It was six in the morning, and you were catching the subway into the city to your job at Black Widow, an up and coming designer brand .

You sipped your coffee and prayed today went smoothly . There was a team meeting which you knew was just going to be your boss , Natasha Romanoff, demanding everyone , mostly you, to do better.

She had it out for you and you were certain of it , anything she had a problem with.. it was now your problem . You swear you'd be an alcoholic from stress if you had the free time to drink but most nights you stay until early morning working on anything she needed ..you ran around like a puppy on a leash for her and you weren't even her damn assistant

You were Creative Director , so seasonal themes , staff hire and apparently natashas personal punching bag were all your responsibility at this company .

As you pushed through the heavy glass doors to the building , Wanda at the front desk gave you a sympathetic smile

"she asked for me didn't she" you sighed , already feeling that bit anxiety in the pit of your stomach start to rise

"She did ...she told me to tell you to go to her office as soon as you arrived" Wanda replied sheepishly "it's okay Wanda thank you"

You didn't bother stopping off at your office on the way to leave your bag and coat because anymore time added on to however long Natasha was already waiting for you would just be a pain in the ass for you .

*knock knock*

"Come in" Natashas voice rang through her office . You opened the door and walked through , closing it gently behind you . You told yourself you would stand tall and refuse to let her bully you but as soon as you seen her stern stare you broke .

"your late" she spat

you quickly checked the clock on her wall to be certain which you were that you were actually early ..

"Im actually early , I don't start till seven fifteen" you replied confused , looking back to the redhead who raised an eyebrow and looked you up and down in distain "your aware you work with a designer brand right ? yet you come to work everyday looking like a washed up hobo"

You usually took pride in the way you looked and your style ,  sure it wasn't everyone's cup of tea but you enjoyed expressing yourself through clothes , that's why you got a job in fashion but it was making out to be far harder to deal with than you thought

"fix it" Natasha added , crossing her legs and leaning back into her chair "was there something you needed me for" you asked , choosing to ignore her jab at your style and to redirect it to the reason she called for you

"yes , these spreadsheets are disastrous.. we are not doing a fashion show in Milan in the middle of winter" you furrowed your eyebrows together not exactly understanding what she was rejecting "but the faux coat line will be on the runway , it goes with the theme I mean you hardly want to buy a faux winter coat in hot weather-" your ramble was cut short by her slamming the folder down onto the table

"I said change it" she demanded sternly

"with all due respect natasha I can't just change-" her second time to interrupt you

"I didn't ask Y/N ! now are you going to do it or do i need to find someone who is better equipped for the job!" she scolded .

"no , I'll do it" you caved , agreeing to change the whole venue to a whole other country for a show that's in less than a month "good , now get out of my face" Natasha shooed you out of her office with her hand and you felt utterly embaressed like a child after being scolded by a teacher in school ..her assistant Maria heard every word and gave you a small smile of support as you walked passed .

You fell into your office chair , you could already feel the tears rising but you refused to let them fall , you were sick of the way she treated you and its only gotten worse over the last few weeks , when she first started she barely even looked your way and now she was at your heels every second of every day , even when you were home she was sending you emails about work things .

Your deep breathes were interrupted by one of the designers , Tony. 

"Sorry, Y/N , we finished the next piece if you would like to take a look at it ?" He offered , peeping his head around your door "yeah , yeah sure I'll be there in a second" he nodded and left you , giving you a couple seconds to write down today's agenda on a sticky note and slap it on your laptop

'change everything'

Multitasking was something you grew good at , while helping Tony decide on finishing touches you were ringing venue's to see where was available on such short notice for such a big event "what if we do linen lining so even in autumn it can be worn?" Tony suggested "that's a great idea , everyone hates having to buy different coats so if we make it suitable for mild to cold weather , not too warm for cooler months and not too thick for colder months , perfect get on that we will discuss it more in todays meeting" you agreed and left to continue calling venues

Sitting down to your desk you could see an email from Natasha and it was all the countries and venues she did not want which was nearly 90% of the ones you had available

"oh my god" you sobbed , letting the frustration get the better of you . You ran your hands over your face and held back the urge to scream .

Three hours .

That's how long it took to find the perfect venue and organise eveything so it was to Natashas standards which were out of this world high .

Meeting time approached and you hadn't even had lunch yet , luckily it was just the team involved with the show wrapping up all the technicalities and finalising the important stuff , knowing you had your end sorted didn't help ease the anxiety in your stomach because Natasha could easily refuse this venue too .

You swallowed down the bile that rose to your throat and took your seat at the big table in the conference room , people filtered in , taking their seats and engaging in small talk . You sat at the end of the table which faced Natashas at the front of the room .

When she entered the table went quiet "afternoon everyone , let's make this quick I have else where to be"

Of course she does , you thought to yourself as you opened your folder "Tony had completed forty seven out of the fifty two pieces , we decided going with a linen lining for the last five to accommodate the warmer months , James has the guest list sent out to all the major news outlets and invites have been received by everyone's management , your pilot is prepared for any weather changes or layovers and has the greenlight from the airports to enter-" you were just about finished when she interrupted you . You took a breathe for the first time since you started talking , slightly shaking at the thought of what she was about to say

"sounds good but uh let's scrap the linen lining , it's a winter line they want the coats to be warm ..that's the point is it not" Natasha teased and if she was nice you would consider it playful but it was just downright rude , a couple of people at the table chuckled politely at her obvious attempt at being funny but it didn't suit her and their laugher made you see red , the audacity was just unbelieve and you snapped

"nothing is ever good enough for you" You spat under your breathe ,rolling your eyes but Natasha along with a handful of people caught it , Natashas eyes widened slightly but she controlled herself until the end of the meeting

"That all sounds good , everyone dismissed , Y/N ..my office now'" she snapped

Oh god

You followed Natasha to her office , she held the door opened for you , letting you walk in first before she closed the door behind her and unleashed the beast on you

"HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO ME INFRONT OF EVEEYONE LIKE THAT"

"how dare i" you scoffed , rolling your eyes again

"STOP DOING THAT , DO YOU HAVE ANY RESPECT I MEAN COME ON Y/N YOU CANT EVEN DO YOUR JOB RIGHT AND NOW YOUR TRYING TO CHANGE THE LINE ? WHAT KIND OF IDIOT ARE YOU!"

You partially zoned out on Natasha screaming at you, the anxiety and anger fighting each other to see which bubbled to the surface first and it must've been your unlucky day because it was the anger

"ALRIGHT !" you screamed back , Natasha was so taken aback she shut up

"I am sick and tired of how you bully me ! eveything I do for this company  , every fucking hour I spend in this office losing sleep and not eating so YOUR designs are up to your standard and YOU CANT EVEN TREAT ME WITH HUMAN FUCKING DECENCY" your rant had slowly turned into sobs , your voice broke several times while shouting at Natasha and although your pretty sure snot was rolling down your lips you continued to shout , your voice becoming raspier with every sentence

"you..you belittle in infront of everyone daily and everyone is so scared of you so they never say anything but you are a horrible boss , you are cold and stern and you care for nobody but yourself" you continued .

Natasha stood , frozen almost watching you completely lose it infront of her and she was the one who drove you to it .

"Y/N.." she whispered but you ignored her attempt to interrupt you , if you didn't get it out now you never would , you wiped the snot and tears from your face and continued "I don't know why you even keep me here if I'm so terrible at my job , I mean if I can't do anything right just hire someone else ! because I am sick and tired of how you make me feel and i-"

Natasha was becoming impatient being unable to get a word in edgeways with you so she shouted at you "BECAUSE I CANT!" you stopped once you seen how Natashas demeanour changed , she seemed frazzled and upset

"I can't fire you because I can't stand not seeing you everyday" she started " and I can't stand being around you because everyday you come in and your chatty and polite to everyone and you have this stupid gorgeous smile on your face and all I want to do is be in your precence but I can't because I'm supposed to be the boss and I have to be stern and in charge and I'm jealous okay ! I'm jealous you can dress how you want and do what you want and be free from this job once you go home"

Natasha was now standing infront of you , her own eyes glassy "but those are just bigger excuses for the real reason why I'm so terrible to you , I'm falling for you and I tried not to , to stop it or to even be as mean as I could to push you away but even then I can't shake these feelings and it frustrates the life out of me , i feel like a love sick teenager and i hate it "

You stared blankly at the red head "so you've been terrorising me for the last month over a stupid crush" you repeated making sure you had this right "yes ..and y/n I am sorry"

You laughed , you actually laughed out loud uncontrollably for a few seconds until you caught your breathe , Natasha looked at you   slightly confused until you stopped and spoke

"I would never like someone as horrible as you" You spat angrily "you have caused me absolute misery the past four weeks and if you want to fire me because your embaressed one of your staff finally talked back to you then by all means do it , I'm sure I could find somewhere far nicer to work"

Natasha shook her head and stepped backwards out of your space "no your not fired ..your free to go" you didn't even bother with her anymore and left , letting her office door slam on your way out.

[princessfishy]

Sobek’s Avatar M'esch

He’s my OC and he’s very dumb :3 

man croc man croc man croc

Here’s his TH link https://toyhou.se/19479123.m-esch

Dont touch <3 

[hikarivii]

More of the Spidey!Twi AU

[pettybetty69]

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 - 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝

Young!T'Challa x Enhanced!reader

TW: Nothing really

Word Count: 2.7k

Masterlist | Part One

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He froze.

For the first time in his life he couldn’t move. 

It was as though his brain turned off. Any sense, any logic, any thought, all came to a halt. His hands were clammy and hot. His heart was tricked to pound in his chest. Every ounce of self-control he held was taken hostage by a relaxing trance. A pair of green eyes, your green eyes, seemed to be the crux of it. As quickly as he saw you, you turned away just as fast.

"Staring will only scare her off, umtshama." The King noted. He snapped out of it. 

"What?" 

“Pretty girl.” S’Yan nodded his chin toward you. 

The prince didn’t look toward you again, only gulped his dry throat. He hated this feeling with a passion. It was rare in his life he ever had control over anything. And the only thing he did, himself, now seemed to betray him all over again. 

“Yes, I….I suppose.” He averted his sight to an undesignated spot out one of the tall tower windows.

He avoided the sight of you. But his peripheral betrayed him. He could fuzzily see chestnut coils fall upon a pair of shoulders. A flash of a wide, ebullient smile that greeted officials. Caramel skin that almost looked like it was glowing. There was an unfamiliar thumping in the pit of his stomach. He wondered if he was coming down with something because what he was feeling.....he hated it.

His uncle watched him, seemingly amused.

“She comes from a respectable Italian family. T’Chaka and N’Yami held a quiet admiration for the family during their living days.” S’Yan explained. 

T’Challa’s head peaked at the mention of his parents. He was told very little about them. At least he knew his father to be brave, a story teller, and one of the best Black Panther’s to grace Wakandan soil. However, his mother, no one spoke of her; and doing so gave his father too much pain to bare when he was alive. 

He looked back toward you and a woman without hesitation. His eyebrows furrowed with a quiet desperation, as he searched the surface for what his parents could admire. He ignored to tingling feeling taking over his body. Other than the eyes and the similar pallet of skin, there was nothing.

“What makes them so special?” He asked, not removing his staring gaze. 

“That was one thing I could never make sense of.” S’Yan sighed. “What I can affirm to you is that they can be painfully honest people. But despite it, I will introduce you.”

S’Yan already began to walk toward the two of you. 

"Malume." The Prince quietly begged for him not to, but the King ignored him. 

"King S'Yan. I see you've come out of the shadows once more." The woman's exalted voice cordially joked.

Closer now, he could truly grasp her image. An intimidating beauty. On the taller side, svelte, dressed immaculately. Face was rosy and grounded. Deeply melanated skin with contradicting, sharp green eyes. An image very similar to yours. T'Challa noted the sudden pleased look across his uncle’s face.

"This tradition is one that must always follow through. And congratulations on the permanent position, Ambassador Vitale." S'Yan nodded his head with respect.

The King continued, “I’ve heard the notes of your proposal for the new policy. I must say it has my high hopes. I’m grateful my nephew here will be able to witness such respectable works.”

“Prince T’Challa Udaku. I can see you’ve grown up well, how old are you now?” She asked, curiously.

She knows my full name? He questioned in thought. He was Royalty, they were to be always addressed by a single name. And still, this winsome woman, just barely taller in height humbled him with a surname...

“I’m fifteen, Ambassador,” T’Challa answered neutrally.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could view your gaze suddenly on him. Your once-tilted head straightened with the rise of your eyebrows. The uncomfortable feeling rose once more. His throat dried again and he gulped, avoiding the magnetizing pull.

Why wouldn't you just turn away? Your drilling gaze lingered and lingered, his jaw tightening and heart racing with every growing second. His body betrayed him to the smirk that was so visible in his peripheral. Then, it finally stopped. You looked away nonchalantly, and he could breathe again.

But yet, he carefully inched his vision toward you. He didn't know what he was doing. He was choking just moments before and everything shouted at him to stop. He could see your black mary janes, then the hem of the black skirt at your knees, and thereafter......he froze. The pair of eyes, the color of Wakanda's acacia leaves, brazenly avert at him. He sighed, absentmindedly. A warmth spread through his chest, numbing away his anxiousness. His rambling thoughts unexpectedly weren't so gripping. He was simply there, present at the moment; observing a small comforting smile you'd sent. He could barely hear what his uncle was saying. 

"He's to ascend my position a decade from now. In preparation, he's been independently attending schools across the globe and today is joining me here for the first time."

"There's no better moment to prepare for the future than the present." Your mother commented. A silence prolonged. One he didn't come to notice for many seconds. The background noise faded, and he snapped, looking to his uncle who watched unimpressed, and your mother, the ambassador judgingly calculating him. The Prince cleared his throat.

"I could not agree more, Ambassador." He not so subtly glanced up toward the king. He heard a peep of a chuckle from where you were.

“By the eyes, I can assume you’re her daughter.” S’Yan quickly changed the subject.

“Yes, your highness. Alessandra Vitale.” You bowed your head slightly. You did it in a way identical to your mother. Enough to hold respect for yourself yet just enough to give respect. He admired that. 

“I see you’re about the age of my nephew. What brings you here instead of enjoying your youth?

“About. I’m fourteen, your highness. And because I’m here doesn’t mean I’m boring and not enjoying my youth. No matter what the other members of my family may attempt to convince.” You had explained, jocularly. It made him unknowingly smile. He liked your voice, he wanted the sound of it to go on. “All it is is that I’ve been raised to be well aware of my blessings and to recognize the choice I have to make use of them or not. I’ve chosen the former.”

”Hm." S'Yan hummed, noting what you'd said. "Conceivably, the two of you watching the assembly together may be a wise suggestion. Perhaps, you may explain the importance of making use of opportunity, Ms. Vitale.” S’Yan suggested, his pettiness shielded. Embarrassment ran through him. It increased with the surprised raise of your eyebrows and amused smirk. You nodded. "Sure thing."

"The assembly should be starting any moment now." Your mother spoke and he just noticed her hand had been on your back the entire time. “The seats are in the upper left corner. I will meet you after.” She finished. You had nodded to your mother and the King signaled his head for the Prince to go.

He could see your neck tense the second her hand left you. Your eyes shut for just a moment, like you were concealing some type of pain. He wanted to ask if you were alright, but his conspiring thoughts came at full force. Did you not want to be around him? Were you frightened to be separated from your mother?

Together you walked silently to the seats. It was awkward. No small talk. Few glances of acknowledgment. He saw your focus hyper-fixated on the floor, the playful demeanor now meek. He lingered for a few moments before he bit his tongue and looked straight ahead. 

Once you sat together, it perpetuated. He wasn’t sure what happened. He stared curiously at your still frame. The deep rise and fall of your chest, the clenching hands, how the floor continued to hold your attention. 

“Hello?" He quietly questioned.

“Uh, hi.” You chirped quietly, dashing a glance and quick smile. He still watched you, trying to understand your behavior. Your expression suddenly furrowed.

“Why do you continue to stare at me?” You bluntly asked. “Is it my makeup, what is it?”

He understood what his uncle meant by sudden honesty.

“No, no, that isn’t it. Not it at all. I’m- I'm attempting to figure you out.” He tried to explain calmly, but it came out as stutters.

You had shut up. Sitting back against the chair, your eyes narrowed. "Figure me out?" You asked.

He hummed. “Yes, the uh- the floor seems to have peaked your fascination.” He attempted to joke, which seemed to be successful.

A laugh fell from your lips. He liked your smile. How beaming it was and took up your entire face. One came across him. He didn’t know what was happening to him. A trance seemed to interval. It undulated from fright to calmness all in seconds. He didn't know why or how, for the first time, he didn't seem to care to know. He felt fine, for the first time in a while.

"Would you say you are talented at it? Figuring people out?" You carefully asked, with a shy smirk. 

"I would certainly. I figure you're a timid acolyte. Someone who is comfortable with a crowd, but the opposite when alone with a person. You’re someone who is easily intimidated and doubt yourself before any move you take.” He stated confidently.

You laughed. A boisterous laugh that caught the attention of a few around the two of you. It confused him. He looked around at their judging faces as you shamelessly giggled so much your eyes were shut tight. 

"No, not really.” You chuckled boisterously. “Quite the opposite, actually." 

"Are you sure of that? Yet, I notice you find difficulty to look me in my eyes." He quietly observed, archly. 

“Is that a challenge?” You smirked and impulsively met his stare. He could feel his own heart starting to race. As if you could see right through him. 

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Faces no more than a foot apart, you could feel your anxiety efface. The observant, slightly arrogant boy before you, the one who you had to admit was cute, was all you could see. All up close and personal with the sporadic amber flecks in his dark iris, the asymmetric wideness of his nose, and the small apples of his cheeks. He flushed your nerves away, yet simultaneously brought them on. He was amusing to you, once you got a grip of the internal sphere. His brave front, and hidden turbulent interior. His tenseness and rapid heart rate that reverberated in your ears. Adrenaline, dopamine, and norepinephrine all involuntarily released throughout him. You grew amused seeing the bold boy becoming rattled. 

"First time you've been wrong?" An eyebrow raised teasingly. He was nervous and now was the one to break the lock of your matched sights. 

He hesitated, thinking before he spoke. You had noticed he did it a lot. He cleared his throat. “It may be a wise choice for me to brush up on my skills.”

“And in other words….” You chuckled. 

“.....No, it hasn’t been. Perchance, you’d be willing to give your attempt?” He light-heartily offered to see if you could do any better. 

You knew you could. Yet still, you asked, “Should I?”

His back fell back against the chair, and he observed you with a repressed smile. The way he looked at you, it made your heart go again.

You debated for a few moments. Should you go all in with the unrelenting truth or scale back and decline? Screw it. You readjusted your position to face him. Your eyes met, and neither dashed away.

"You're here by force. You'd rather be somewhere else, or anywhere else for that matter. But as of this moment, you're not so sure. You're not a person who is used to being wrong. Rather that be sourced from your intelligence or arrogance, I’m not so sure. But what I am sure of is… I make you nervous." You revealed. 

He sat still, taking in a sharp breath. The wheels turned in his head and you could tell, you hit a nerve. You weren’t sure what but he was uncomfortable. You sat back in the chair.

“I uh, I assume I’m correct.” You asked, sensitively.

“Some parts may not be too far from the truth.” He answered, reserved once more.

You left it at that. You didn't want to force this boy you just met, though it didn't feel like it, to reveal anything he wasn't ready to. You knew the feeling, and it wasn't nice.

"So, do you simply read and expose people's vulnerabilities for fun or?" He prompted once more. It made you burst out into a laugh again.

"It's only one of my favorite hobbies." You saw his big, imperfect smile come around again. His eyes began to soften, and you knew you wanted to see more of it.

"I can teach you if you'd like."

He nodded his head quietly. "I would."

The room began to calm and people began to sit. He was the first to bring his focus to the front of the room. And you did not long after.

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Once the assembly ended, there seemed to be a silent agreement to find a way out of the room. As the buzzing came again, the two of you found a quiet hallway that let the mid-day sunlight shine through. 

His back fell against the wall, facing the windows over the river. 

“That was two hours of nothing.” He reflected calmly, but absolutely astonished. 

“I’m glad I’m not the only one thinking it. I can’t believe it!” You admitted passionately, yet still in a hushed tone. He turned toward you.

“There were over a hundred officials in that room yet a fraction of what two people can do was accomplished. The relevant notions could be summarized within the span of 30 minutes and those who had zero to affix claimed the most time.”

“It isn’t that a hundred can’t be efficient, it’s that they all have their motives. Some less pure than others.” 

He seemed taken aback, not like you were any different when you began.

“Do you deduce?” He asked hesitantly and you hesitated. After a quick decision, you inched yourself closer to him. 

“It isn’t… exactly… a surmise.” You whispered the admission. 

“But the amount it would take leave an impact… Some form of honor must be present in most. It is what the job requires.” He reasoned.

“You’d be surprised.” You concluded with a disappointed sigh. “But you didn’t hear that from me, of course.” 

“Of course not.” He responded quietly. Clearly half of himself was in thought.

"At the very least I hope they aren’t all as tedious. If guilty, may Gaia help us find a rope.”

His eyes widened and he laughed with disbelief.

“Or maybe she and Bast gave a partner to bare it with.” He continued, with a hint of unsureness. You narrowed your eyes humorously and you felt his chest started to beat harder.

“.....that may be the more reasonable route.”

“May?” His laugh reverberated off the walls of the hallway. 

One of the Wakandan guards came into sight from the end of the hallway behind him looking panicked. She eased at the sight of him unharmed but subtly glared at you. He turned back to see what you were looking at.

“My Prince, we will be leaving now. The King has requested to leave for the day.” She firmly spoke, clearly annoyed. 

He sighed disappointingly before he turned back to you. 

“I must be going, unfortunately.”

“No, the timing is right. I should be meeting my mother anyways.”

“Should I- let me walk you to where you rendezvous.” He said, getting all awkward again. It was cute.

He saw you politely shake your head. “A kind gesture, but I will decline. But uh, I’m glad I met you.” He saw your own nervousness shine through your confidence.

He smiled, sensing it. 

“Alessandra Vitale.” He confirmed your name. You liked the way he said it.

“T’Challa Udaku.” You did the same. He liked the way you said his.

You friendly offered your hand and his eyebrows lifted with surprise. Never in his life had he met someone who offered him a hand. Never in your life had you offered a hand and had someone not take it.

“Prince.” The Dora hardly corrected from behind him. It hit you like a ton of bricks. 

“Oh, that’s right! Royals don’t shake hands.” You retracted your hand quickly. Now feeling bashful, you muttered “My mistake.”

He looked at your hand, and back at you. His years of etiquette lessons buried in the back of his mind finally came to light. Unlike the times before, the automatic gesture triggered insecure anxiety. He gently took hold of your hand and lifted it to his lips. 

The formulaic kiss to the back of your fingers felt rehearsed, but nonetheless, butterflies fluttered around in your belly. A blush rose to your cheeks. 

As he lowered your hand he began trying to ask you something. He kept on breaking eye contact as he stumbled over his words. You chuckled, kept on trying to meet his gaze.

Seeing your gentle smile all he wanted was to ask to see you again, but he couldn’t seem to find the words.

“Yes?” You asked interestedly, so close to him and eyes all bright.

“My Prince.” She warned again. He scolded himself to get the words out because he knew, you were someone he didn’t want to go without seeing again, again, then again again.

“I’d still like that lesson.” The words finally came off his tongue.

You thought, then a light bulb appeared in your head. You dashed to the small notebook in the pocket of your pants and scribbled on it. Ripping and offering the paper to him, he took it looking composed.

“Call me?” You asked, hopefully.

He nodded one last time. "I will."

The guard behind him was reaching her limit of irritation.

"Well then- Bye." You simply smiled.

"Bye." He hummed.

As he left, the giddy feeling in your stomach intensified. 

Seconds after leaving you, he felt his want to meet you again throb. 

A giddy, juvenile smile didn’t leave your lips the entire way home. 

The uncomfortable feeling he hated, he didn’t mind bearing anymore. The short flight with his uncle back to school didn't seem as suffocating.

From the moment you arrived home, you didn't wait like Roberto said. All you did was shout "Fina! I understand you now!"

[curry-ketchup]

Child of the Sun ☀ Old dragon!Steve AU.

Still thinking about him so I had to draw him.

[micjimbles777]

Wanda Meets Megara: The Meeting of the Romantic F/O’s

Meg. Well Look what the Avengers Dragged in!

Wanda. *Unbothered Witch*

I was Thinking of Making a High School AU With Disney & Marvel Characters And Using My Self insert as the Main Character

Let me know what You think!

[wawabuckywaaaa]

Hello! It’s GraepJuice :3 and I present to everyone the silly KOTB Marvel au!!

This au is rather simple, me and our friends chose some marvel characters and replaced them with our ocs! We may keep the same marvel design or sometimes we have fun and change stuff :}

This au is private

Thats about it! Wanted a place to share this contents au cause most of these designs I’m really proud of so…

Here featuring n1ght_gg Spider-Man :3

[ace-of-garlic-breads]

headcanons

Some OC art (well kinda it is a Marvel AU) (5/7 are Canon marvel characters and 2 are my OCs (Lillianna and Robyn)) Harry, Gwen, MJ, and Robyn are all the same age (15) Lillianna is one year older and Miles is a year younger Miles has just gotten his spider powers at 14 (like a couple months before he became friends with the rest of the skittles), Peter and Gwen got theirs at the same time. Lillianna was born with hers and the rest are semi-Powerless. (MJ has her genius and Harry has symbiote remnants. and Robyn has potential for powers in the future if I so please)

[inchaosthereiscalculation]

Hey y’all, so I’m on the hunt for a Multiverse of Madness AU RP where Wanda and America Chavez team up, because—hear me out—it just makes way more sense than what we got in the movie.

Picture this:

Wanda’s still on her mission to find her boys. America’s looking for her moms. Both are desperately in need of family, and honestly, the found-family trope is a win for everyone.

Now imagine America stumbles across a universe where that version of Wanda has already, uh, met her untimely end (maybe it just happened, body’s still warm, whatever). Main!Wanda can just step into this newly opened role—whether it’s as a surrogate mom for that universe’s Billy and Tommy, or maybe they’re orphans, or even better, that universe’s Vision is a single dad! Mix and match the dynamics as you please.

This gives America a place to crash, catch her breath, and recharge between universe-hopping to find her own family. Meanwhile, she gets to be like a big sister to Billy and Tommy, and the chaotic family vibes are just chef’s kiss.

Basically, everyone wins. Wanda gets her family, America gets a home base, and we get something way more coherent than the hot mess of the actual MoM movie plot.

If you’re into this, hmu! Let’s give these characters the storyline they deserve. 💫

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BLACK WIDOW SERIES AU

Natasha Romanoff x GN Reader

Summary - natasha is the ceo of a designer fashion brand Black Widow , you are her Creative Director and apparently the bane of her existence. She bullies you on the daily and makes you slowly loathe her to the point you break and have a full blown argument with her in her office

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Natasha sat in her thoughts all morning, debating wether to just walk down the hall to your office . She would be lying if she said she didn't feel some relief from confessing her feelings last night, but she also knows her behaviour wasn't the best course of action and she was prepared to apologise everyday until you forgave her but she couldn't move from her chair so instead she called for Maria .

"do you need something ?" Maria questioned, entering the office "yes will you drop this down to y/n's office for me please she needs to sign off on a few things" Maria knew Natasha didn't just want you to sign a few things ..she could've just made Maria email you "sureeee but I don't think she's in yet" Natasha checked the clock and it was ten past when you would normally arrive "but she is usually early ?" It wasn't so much a question more of a worry to which Maria just shrugged and left the office .

You were late..in fact you didn't bother showing up today . You asked Wanda to collect a few bits from your desk that evening and drop them over to your place .

"Hey , thanks for grabbing these for me , I appreciate it" you thanked as soon as you opened the door to the shorter brunette "you know I don't mind doing it , how are you ?" She asked, giving you her best sympathetic smile she usually gives you when she knows you are having a hard time.

"Ah, I'm fine , I just couldn't face the office today," you replied , plopping down onto your couch and waiting for Wanda to join, which she did. "You mean her ?" you nodded "she came by your office you know" Wanda commented "to scold me for how I spoke to her I'm sure" you scoffed "actually no" Wanda interrupted "she came when I was gathering your things and asked where you were and if you were sick"

Natasha suddenly being nice to you was a shock for sure, but you had a feeling it was only so she could keep you on as creative director for the show seems as you practically organised it all yourself

"what did you say" Wanda smirked "I told her you were taking a well deserved day off and left her standing at your office door like a lost puppy" Wanda was proud when she told you what she said to your boss and you laughed along with her "ill probably get fired but I don't care" Wanda shrugged , you shook your head and replied "no she won't fire you , she can't afford to lose her best receptionist slash model" you teased "it was ONE cover shoot y/n let it go !" You laughed when Wanda dramatically slapped your arm "hey I'm just saying your a sight for sore eyes we could use your bone structure on the cover more" Wanda did her signature dramatic bow and giggled "right well I better go , Vis will be waiting for me" you nodded and showed your friend to the door .

The next morning, you knew you would have to go to work because you had a shoot with one of the models , Yelena ... who just so happened to be Natashas, much nicer sister .

Walking down the corridor you passed Natashas office , you locked eyes for a second before looking away and ignoring her stare , when you entered the room you use for shoots Yelena was in the chair getting her hair and make up done "heyyy" Yelena greeted with a smile "my favorite little Russian,  how are you" You smiled and replied "good , ready for this shoot im looking forward to it"

Halfway through the shoot , Natasha showed up . You groaned internally and just tried to ignore her presence until she was standing right beside you "are you going to try ignore me for forever ? we work together that's not exactly possible y/n" she whisper spoke so not to interrupt the people working "yes actually that's the plan" you replied shortly , Natasha sighed heavily "Look I know I deserve the cold shoulder but there's still a level of professionalism I'd like to maintain so it's not exactly peachy when staff see the way you behave towards me" you scoffed and shook your head

Unbelievable

"maybe you should have thought about that before you behaved like a child" you snapped and moved away from her , otherwise your sure you would've punched her in her pretty face

Yelena watched your encounter with her sister carefully and when you approached her while she was changing into the next outfit she questioned you "she's trying her best to apologise you know" you sighed but didn't reply . You hated the fact people in work knew and even talked about your very clear tension with Natasha "I know she is a bitch trust me , I'm her sister I can say that but she isn't great with emotion , our family wasn't exactly all loving"

"you turned out alright" you shot back teasingly and yelena chuckled "yeah well I didn't work for our step father for ten years so I wasn't molded into a cold heartless-sister! I was just telling y/n here that I'm going to be joining you at the show at the end of the month" your not exactly sure Natasha believed yelena wasn't talking about her but she didn't question it "yes , I left the guest list on her desk but she didn't show up to work yesterday " you rolled your eyes "I read it this morning" Yelena looked between the two of you and could feel the tension burning and not the hot kind. 

Over the next two weeks Natasha tried her best to be kind and understanding of your snappy and cold demeanour towards her but you couldn't care less for her new personality change , you despised her and even more so now that she was trying to be nice .

"this is great team thank you and you can all go home early this evening and enjoy your weekends" Natasha said at the end of the meeting , people were happily chatting while leaving the room where as you just went straight back to your office .

You lifted your head when you noticed someone out of the corner of your eye standing at your office door "hey , coffee" Maria said holding up the to go cup and placing it on your desk "thanks Maria" she nodded "don't thank me , Natasha got it for you" You stopped mid sip "like she physically went to an actual coffee shop and bought me a coffee " you asked surprised and Maria nodded "she did ..she also went out of her way to ask the barista your usual" you knew what Maria was trying to do and you weren't falling for it "are you trying to soften the blow as her friend or mine" Maria shrugged "how about both? , ill see you later heading off for the night" you said goodbye to Maria and began packing up yourself to go home , you refused to do anymore late nights for the sake of Natasha doing less work.

On your way out you could hear Natasha on the phone , you would be lying if you said you didn't stand and listen in for a couple of seconds .

"I understand your a shareholder but this is my company , I'm not letting you come in and change things just because you threw a little money at it Dreykov ! No ! NO, I'm doing things my way, and if you don't like that, then pull out. I refuse to be controlled by you any longer !" You quickly left before she noticed you were standing there listening .

Dreykov ..that must be her stepfather .

*time skip two weeks*

Spain was the option Natasha chose for the show and you can't say your complaining . Although it was a winter collection, you were enjoying the sun on your face as you walked from the car to your hotel .

You , Wanda , Maria and Natasha were staying in the hotel closest to the venue and of course it was one of the more expensive ones ...billed to the company .

Natasha had you orgainse a make up and hair team for you all but you passed on that group activity , you didn't want to spend anymore time with that woman than you had to so you just got ready in your hotel room .

Once you were finished and ready you went to check on the progress of the women , entering the room the sting of hairspray hit your eyes and you could smell several different types of perfume and products floating around the room .

"are you all nearly finished , we have an hour until we have to be at the venue" you asked , walking around to face the three women "woah y/n you look so good!!" Wanda fangirled , spinning you around to get a good look , you decided to go all out as much as you hate dressing fancy you loved this black tailored suit Tony made and it went perfect with your blonde hair .

"yeah y/n you look smoking , don't they Nat" Maria added , elbowing Natasha who was blushing a little too much for her liking while she tried to focus on her phone "yeah , y-you look lovely y/n" Nat stuttered. You cleared your throat awkwardly and changed the subject "Hurry up or ill leave without you all" you warned .

Walking through the floods of paparazzi and into the venue you could see a sea full of famous faces , you greeted some you were familiar with and organised for the waiters to begin bringing out beverages and such to the guests .

"it seems a bit weird to have a winter collection presented in one of the hottest countries" you heard from someone behind you and you couldn't help but scoff in agreement you just hoped it didn't put too much of a downer on the show .

As the show began you were back stage making sure eveything ran smoothly , Tony had the models dressed and lined up ready to begin the walk . The music started and the first set of models were sent out . Eveything running as smooth as pie until ...

"what the hell is dreykov doing here!?" Natasha whisper shouted at Maria who just shrugged confused "I have no idea!" Natasha looked around with a panicked expression as Dreykov found his way backstage , Natasha hot on his tail .

"Ah , look at all these beautiful models , hello sexy girl" Dreykov spoke , his Russian accent flowing freely from his mouth "excuse me , this area is restricted" you spoke , standing infront of him so he couldn't come any further as models were changing clothes freely backstage "relax your pretty little head , I'm an investor" he replied , trying to cop a look at a half dressed model

"Dreykov!" Natasha snapped , finally making her way backstage."You are not supposed to be here" Dreykov waved his hand infront of Natashas face in an attempt to shut her up "no I've had enough , security! Remove this man now" you demanded "get your hands off of me!" He shouted causing heads to turn , you shushed him , getting into his face "Dreykov is it ? so your going to get the fuck out of my event and if you don't leave I'm going to have you dragged out of here by the stitches of your very expensive suit , got it ?"

Dreykov was about to protest until he spotted the two very muscular security guards behind you and the crowd of all his peers behind the curtain who would just love a scandal to converse about , he nodded and held his hands up in surrender , taking his pose with him "make sure they leave the building" you told the security who followed the older man .

Natasha hadn't got the courage to confront Dreykov and watching you do it made her heart beat ten times faster "thank you" she whispered and you gave her a small nod of acknowledgement before turning your attention back to the models .

Three hours later the show was coming to an end and the only thing left was for Natasha to give her usual end of show speech and thank the many faces she invited , the music was lowered and Natasha took the stage , after an audience of applause she spoke

"Thank you all for coming , I hope to see some of your names on our books this coming winter" she teased making the crowd laugh "I won't hold you all long I just want to thank everyone involved , the designers , our beautiful models and most importantly" she paused and caught your eyes , you couldn't read her expression but she cleared her throat and smiled softly then continued

"Most importantly I want to thank my creative director , Y/N Y/L/N . They have done a better job at basically running the brand than I ever could have , their determination and creativity surprises me everyday and without them none of this would have been possible so please , a round of applause for Y/N and their hard work" Natasha herself began to clap for you , you blushed from all the attention on you but plucked up enough courage to give a little bow and wave to the crowd .

Once you got back to the hotel with the four women you decided a drink at the bar was more than deserved but when you seen your red headed boss sitting there alone you hesitated for a second .

fuck it

You approached and sat on a seat one away from her and ordered your drink , she looked up from her phone to acknowledge you "hi" you thanked the bartender for your drink "hi" you replied , sipping your drink .

"I'm sorry if my speech made you uncomfortable but it was the truth ..all of it" Natasha confessed

You couldn't help the awkward feeling in the pit of your stomach , Natasha was getting good at confessing her thoughts and feelings and to be honest it didn't so much upset you anymore than it did confuse you

"No i-it , it was a nice speech" you stuttered , you turned to her "but why" you questioned , secretly dying to know why she's suddenly changed overnight and it can't just be because of her so called crush on you .

"I'm sure Yelena has told you about our step father - well he - I let him control my life for a long time and it wasn't until you called me out on my shit that I realised I had turned into the person he wanted and that is not the person I want to be anymore"

you nodded , showing Natasha you were listening . you wanted to tell her that it's too late for apologises and she's a grown ass adult but you knew better and if you were honest you were sick of being petty towards her, you still didn't like her but being hateful isn't who you are .

"I just really want you to know how sorry I am and I understand if you want to leave , I will give you whatever recommendations you need and i-" you interrupted Natasha before she could finish "I'm not leaving , I love my job at this company . Yes my boss is an ass ..was an ass" Nat chuckled a little "but if I was going to leave because of your behaviour I would've left a long time ago" you assured "plus I think you would all fall apart without me" you joked to break the ice "that is very true" Natasha laughed "can we at least be civil?" She practically beg .

"we can be civil if you can work as a team player" she smiled at you fondly "I can do that" you clicked glasses and continued to drink your drink , sitting next to each other in a sort of comfortable silence .

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Young T'Challa x Enhanced!reader Word Count: 4.8K Masterlist | Part Two

January 1996

You got in.

It didn’t feel as good as you thought it would.

Hearing the news delivered by your school's headmaster and praise from your professors besides Volkov unsettled something within you.

It felt.....superficial. As if deep down they all knew you didn't deserve it. Like their professional nods or smiles were nothing but a mere facade. Home wasn't much better. When your mother got home that evening she ripped you a new one. You were sent off to bed without dinner to "sit with what you've done." While on your bed, eating a peach from a tree that sprouted from the floor, the consequence only made your feelings stronger. After what those men did to Fina and they were mad at you?! Ridiculous! You couldn’t rid the image of her petrified eyes.You were right to do what you did! You were... right?

There was no point to questioning because you were.

…..You had to be. 

The only thing you felt guilty for was how you spoke to your Zio. It crawled at your skin. You could barely sleep because of it. When you did, you drowned in a nightmare that woke you up shivering in tears. It was the vivid image of your father’s disappointment. The droop of his stormy eyes, the frown hidden within his graying beard. Its vividity clouded you as you sat at the kitchen island in the early hours in the morning waiting for Roberto to wake. He forgave you when he woke. It was wholehearted and sealed with a prolonged hug. Yet as you hugged, you didn’t feel any better. If anything you felt worse. Like the forgiveness was handed over, not deserved. 

Professor Volkov was getting to your head. Talking to someone didn't stop the thoughts from rolling in anymore. You couldn’t take it. You locked her words and doubts into a bottle that sat in the deepest crevice within yourself. It wasn’t like anything bad ever came from doing so.

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T'Challa didn't often question himself. At 15, he was one of the most academically intelligent teenagers in the world. Other than his uncle, it was rare for anyone to question his intelligence, let alone him.

He had grown to know your voice over the months. The accented sound of it. There was a rasp to it and an expressiveness which made him feel like he could see the grin, laugh, or frown upon your face when he'd hear it. When you got in, he expected to hear the excitement in it which would make his heart palpatate. There was a softness to it he didn't concieve was even possible. It was fragile like a rare crystal glass. He heard you unrelentingly question yourself and the credibility of the program.

It made no sense to him. It puzzled him. To him, it was clear: if someone wasn't capable, they wouldn't have gotten it. Yes, nepotisim was out there, but it wouldn't effect a prestigious organization. Yet again, he recalled the first day he met you.

"It isn't exactly a surmise..."

But the ambassadors had nothing to do with this, he reason. You had applied and won. They said any student within the selected schools was a contender, therefore it was fair. All within reason.

He heard you dismiss the paranoia rather quickly. There was a small voice that whispered to him not to let it go. He must have been getting ill, he thought. But then was not the time to be. Soon enough the program would embark and soon enough you'd be seeing each other.

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A room that was spacious but minuscule compared to the assembly room was set for the program. There were four round tables with five seats at each placed in an expanded square. There was also a long and thick rectangular one parallel to the windows that viewed the Hudson.

He’d arrived an hour early with two Dora who watched his every move. The room was filled a small number of photographers, a drove of security, and by now, appearingly eighteen other members. The two women, Uuka and Akonya, observed the room with intimidating glares. But that was the Dora Milaje. Observant, deadly, and devoted. The fiercest protectors of Wakanda and its small royal family.

He stood stiff and concealed beside them, practicing stoicism. He knew they'd report every little detail to his uncle under his kingly request. From looking at a girl a second too long to the make and model of the watch on his wrist which he frequently checked. He knew they disagreed with the King's decision of his foreign residency. That beneath it all they supported him. But at the end of the day, they were Dora; and they were to serve the ruler of the Wakandan throne. So stoicism it was.

He checked his watch again. It was fifteen minutes until the meeting was to begin. He hid a sigh, not necessarily annoyed because he was well aware of the time management track record of Latins.

As if on queue, the double doors to the room swung open and a small mass of guards marched through. It caught his attention and those around. There was a girl in the center with refined posture and narrow roseate face. He immediately recognized her as the Princess of Morocco and she was suddenly unmistakingly staring right at him.

A glimpse of what was past her shoulder made his breath hold. There you were. Just there. There in a nice amber dress with curtains of your curls pinned back from your face. That face. Caramel-toned and sharp, but carried a warmth the sun would cower to. The sun. It's brightness couldn't compare to vivid shade of green that made his chest feel as though it were melting.

The image of you was shutting away. 3/4th's of the way through there was a dull ram. He jolted, aware of his surroundings again and that the guards let the door close on you. He ignored the miniscule tinker of pique that struck in his stomach.

An Italian sounding "ouch" muffled through the door.

He affirmed the Dora it was fine but fully aware they still followed his every step. He walked past the last of the men with a glare of resentment.

"Gaia, what happened to chivalry?" The same muffled voice scolded sarcastically.

The sound of your voice made him chuckle and he opened the door. There you were again. He gulped. Those bright eyes traveled up is body and met his eyes. The sun wouldn't dare to rival the ball of light that exhibited before him. That smile grew like the cheshire cat.

"There it is." You grinned.

"Hey. Oh-"

He stumbled back on his feet feeling the sudden weight of a person on him. The lack of space gave him no space to think. There was a squeeze from the arms wrapped around his upper half. A head of soft curls were burried in his face. The heat of another person against his chest. There was a soft woodland scent of a perfume. He shut his eyes just for a moment. Then he thought of how the Dora must be a second from pouncing. Luckily, as his uncomfortable hold softened, you did too.

He could see your face once more. Bright and lively, he wondered if it was because you were in New York again. He remembered you telling about how one of your aunts was from one of the buroughs.

"I missed you, if you couldn't tell." You gushed, joyously. Missed?

"I didn't know you had such an inkling for New York." He stated.

"No. Well... yes, partially. Signore Delmar's sandwiches, i've been dreaming of them for the past week." You rambled on. "Anyway, it's you who I'm primarily happy to see. I've missed you. Truly."

He felt the uncomfortable feeling arise again. You tilted your head with a playful curiousity. He then realized he hadn't spoken spacial moment.

"It has only been a mere few months."

"Four." You corrected.

"Four, yes. We spoke just three days ago."

"Speaking is different than seeing."

He knew that. He knew that too well.

"Is your staring going to a regular occurance, Challa? Or shall you take a picture? It will last longer." You brazenly teased. He scoffed.

"Is your candid transparancy going to be constant, Alessa?"

Your chin tilted down, your eyes scanning your solidity. He laughed.

"Bast, stop it. Always?"

You giggled and playfully narrowed your focus accusingly. "Aren't you supposed to be a genius?"

"Am."

"One of us has to be." You shrugged. "We both know that isn't going to be you."

Us. We. The words waved through him. Us. We. There was a curl that had fallen from the pinned back curtains. He had the urge to lift his hand and brush it back behind your ear. He imagined what the skin of your cheek could feel like as his fingertips scathed past. It was smooth and looked softer than kente cloth.

Your head had tilted once more. It was familiar. You felt familiar. A primal feeling within him. Not only from the day he met you, but with every phone call too. He felt like he knew you.

There was a snap of the camera. With the flash, the moment died. He flicked his head to see one of the photographers stroll off and aim her camera at the instructor with another member.

"Challa, what's going on?" You asked. Your sight was bouncing around the room before you both, colder than moments prior. Seemingly, analyzing it like a sponge.

“There was a form about giving permission to be photographed. They must have good use for it." He reasoned. "It would not be done if it wasn't necessary."

He watched over every inch of your face. Partially, taking in the long absence of it, the other half trying to configure what you were thinking. Your more than apparent transparency made it easy for him: Unease.

"I don't know, Challa."

"Concrete reason hasn't been given to believe otherwise. Nervousness is to be expected when facing the unfamiliar. The amygdala engages, expulses cortisol and adrenilline-"

"Triggering the sympatheic nervous system." You finished. The words rolled off your tongue. Your face finally turned to him. An expression came across it. One he couldn't decipher. "If the genius says it, it must be true." You teased again. There was a small smile and a half-hearted chuckle.

The lack of acknowledgement to your own. He resulted to shaking his head.

"It's ten minutes till. The seats should be filling soon. I-" He stopped himself. "Shall we sit?"

You shrugged nonchalantly, like the joining word was ordinary. "Just tell me where."

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You could see over the months he had grown taller, a little fitter... maybe a little cuter. Was handsome the appropriate word? You didn't know. His practicality and mellowness was something you grew to enjoy. He was different from the constant rambling and the macho/feverent boys you knew. Though there was some part about him that made you wonder what was underneath.

You were almost sure what you were feeling wasn't nerves. There was something you couldn't explain. They were too well dressed. There was one too many photographers. Maybe T'Challa was right. Jumping the gun had only gotten you in trouble.

He was right, as within a few minutes, the last empty table filled. Everyone had tiny pins of their nations flag to their shirts. At yours was a standoffish white boy from South Africa. Next, a boy from Egypt who you couldn't tell if he was simply uncomfortable speaking to girls or uncomfortable in the sense of possessing misogyny; because he refused to hold any conversation with anyone beside the two boys. Lastly, a clearly reluctant girl from Argentina. She was every obviously disappointed her seat was the last was available, as with the South African boy. What a crowd.

The boys spoke amongst themselves and the girl had no interest in the decency of a respose. You let it go and watched the room. Instead of the regular 2 to 4 photographers there were six. A good mix of men and women but all were physically fit dressed black uniforms. There were four security cameras in each corner, a substance similar to a microphone attached to each.

*snap*

There was a man who began to take center stage of the room by the windows. The boys conversation seemingly finished and you leaned close to T'Challa.

"What's his name? I didn't read the guide." You whispered.

"Of course you didn't." He whispered back, cheekily.

"Shut up."

He snickered to himself. "His name is Adam Goldman."

This "Adam Goldman" looked like every other 30 something year old diplomat in a nice powder blue suit. His dirty blonde hair was gelled and his perfectly aligned teeth were unnaturally white. Very American.

You barely realized your had raised an eyebrow until T'Challa abruptly: "Do not even start, Alessa."

"What?" You accused, innocently.

"He's more than qualified and his resume is legitimate. Its been checked." He explained in an attempt to tame your traveling suspicons. You sighed. It sort of worked. Though you did wonder how he knew. But that question could wait.

"If the genius says so." You teased. He shook his head with a sharp breath but his attempted repressed smile couldn't be missed. "But thanks."

You could sense a rush of dopamine within that head of his. His wide-set eyes were less melancholic than the last time, you noted. The shared gaze lingered a little longer than it should have and like the time before, he turned his attention to the front and you followed.

"Settle down, everyone. Settle." A few of the adults laughed as it seems most tables didn't say a word to one another. The man's deep eyes scanned the small audience. A man cam He looked back to you, you wondered if he did it on purpose or not.

"Welcome, everyone. My name is Adam Goldman and I have honorably been selected to be the moderator and instructor for the UN's first youth leadership program. My job is little compared to the twenty of you. The selection of each and every one of you was handled delicately and with care. Please give yourselves a round of applause."

Everyone did as told.

He embarked in a speech with a brief explanation of his humble origins. Very brief. He then dove in an extensive list of accomplishments and influential allies. Presidents, prime ministers, monarchs, senators, and ambassadors. Extensive. He proceeded to say he was there to be a "mentor for your young minds" and to "share my vast knowledge to youth."

You didn't like him. Not one bit.

Goldman had the room introduce themselves one by one. As the room went around the churn began again. There was a few familiar surnames, a duke, a viscount, even a princess. Most attended prestigious boarding schools between New England or Madrid area. Last was your table and T'Challa went first.

"I am Prince T'Challa, son of King T'Chaka of Wakanda. I'm fifteen years of age." It was easy to forget he was what he was. His posture as refined as it was, his Wakandan accent clear as blue sky, and his clean cut sweater should have made it obvious.

He continued: "This is an good opportunity and i've learned the importance of making use of them."

You could feel a heat across your cheeks. The dress over your lap was all you could muster your courage to see.

He did sound very princely. It was easy to forget he was what he was. You should have known by his posture as refined as it was, his Wakandan voice clearer than a blue sky, and sweater as clean cut as it was; it A blush came across your cheeks.

"I will share with you, your highness. When I discovered Wakanda had decided to join the forum, I was shocked. Believe me when I tell you that says a lot." Goldman spoke with a pompous chuckle. Gross.

T'Challa dryly nodded his head anyway. Goldman continued: "After the invasion and tragic passing of the King, your nation's willingness to participate has not gone unappreciated by me."

There was a change in his eyes. He seemed to freeze beside you. You could sense a change in his head. Cortisol and adrenaline were what you could identify.

He only nodded again. Underneath the table, you put your hand over his. His neck tensed. You removed your hand immediately.

"And you, young lady?"

"Yes, signore?"

He raised his light eyebrows, motioning you to continue.

"My name is Alessandra Vitale. I am representing Italy and will be fifteen a week from today. As for the reason I'm here, will and nepotism are to thank."

Chuckles came to the room.

His diplomatic face overcame with an unsurprised chuckle. "Your transparency is noted, Ms. Vitale. I see you hold up to your family's name."

"I can hope. But, it's quite obvious I'm not the only one here under the same conditions." You joked. No one was laughing. Not a smirk, not a smile, just a thick silence.

"Be careful, Ms. Vitale. Your comments may leave some of your acquaintances offended."

"Offense? For what, honesty?" You impulsively refuted.

"Rudeness. As I hope you all read the paperwork as asked, any kind of bullying will not be permited." He spoke to the room.

"Bullying? Where does that come from? How is Honesty bullying?" You asked. He started to get more serious.

"That's enough, Ms. Vitale."

"But I'm just aski-"

"Enough. Ms. Olivera, please."

*snap*

Great.

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A flash, another flash, one after another made you feel like you were going to throw up.

T'Challa was close behind you as you sat in a tall chair in front of him. The two of you were at the edge of three horizontal rows with 18 other strangers for photographs. Smiles were plastered, and it was clear; all of you were a bit unsure about what was happening.

Mr. Goldman stepped close to you as you were on the edge. You looked up and noticed a thin scar underneath his chin. He spoke to the cameras. "These are our chosen ambassadors for the UN's first youth program. They are our future and will be working with our most experienced to know how to build a bigger and better future for all. In two weeks, we will be meeting in Madrid to tour the city, discuss assignments, and begin our outreach."

It was like a collective breath released when you all could break away. T'Challa offered his hand before you had the chance to get out of your seat. It soft but the pads were calloused. "Thank you." You smiled.

He hummed in acknowledgment. He appeared a bit better than before, but still, a sadness still lingered. He opened his mouth to say something when his attention went behind you. You turned, and it was the charismatic instructor.

"I apologize from my interuption. But Ms. Vitale, I'd like to speak to you before you go."

You didn't want to but did anyway. You told T'Challa you would find him in a bit, and you walked with Goldman to the quieter corner of the room above one of the cameras. You could feel it on you.

"So, Ms. Vitale. I believe we may have gotten off on the wrong foot. Being an enemy is not my intention. My only job here is to be a mentor and mediator for you all."

You stared at him, analyzing him with every thing you've learned. Other than his ostentatiousness, you couldn't distinguish what it was.

"Mmhmm." You hummed disatisfied.

His ordinary face appeared put off.

"What's the deal with the cameras?" You questioned, not breaking a glare. "It's a bit excessive, don't you think?"

"They're here to capture everything, Ms. Vitale. The photos will be used for the newspaper spreads and features on morning programs. This is all featured on the guide."

Of course it is, you thought

"And the members? I don't think there's a single person in here who doesn't descend from some form of noteriety. Royalty, politicans, and billionaires. Quite the deception for a 'fair chance.' "

His chin lifted higher. "Nothing appears to pass you, Ms. Vitale." He chuckled to defuse the tension.

"So my answer wasn't wrong?" You shot.

"No. No it was not." He surrendered. He looked around to see who was near and who could be watching. He drew you outside the door, far enough the cameras.

"What I am going to tell you, I trust is between you, me, and the fencepost." He prefaced. You struggled to remove your glare.

"When there's a name attached to a cause bigger traction is brought. There are many sectors who we are working with are in need of as much as they can get. Animal sanctuaries, children's hospitals, rec centers. The Vitale/De la Vega association alone would help them tremendously." He empathiezed passionately.

"This does not mean your aquaintences are unqualified, Ms. Vitale. But if you give them a chance, you may see what they are capable of."

You recalled Signora Volkov's conversation. You felt bad now. Guilt came in a pounding wave to your chest.

He seemed to sense it because he began to speak gently. "I must admit, I have a strong admiration for your family. Sébastian De la Vega, I've been listening to him since the 70s. He was a man of such passion and dignity. I had the privilege of seeing his final show; it was a blessing to hear him sing. Do you?"

"It's a blessing not to hear me sing, signore." You admitted. His diplomatic laugh seemed less disingenous.

"How unfortunate genetics can be. But they can be a blessing. TO me, there is no question you have your mother's wits. Ambassador Vitale... even as a grown man I find her a tad terrifying."

She snickered a little bit. "Yeah, tell me about it."

"Terrifying, but undeniably brilliant. Even now, how much she has done for society as a whole understated. I along with many others are desperate to know what your grandparents did to raise the triplets to be such driving forces."

You shrugged with a snicker, not knowing the answer.

"If you are anything like your family, you will thrive here. I'm just here to help if needed, though I highly doubt you will need it."

"Not as of now, signore."

He took a long breath and looked back into the room quickly. "It appears you are also quite close with the Prince of Wakanda. I've spoken with him briefly earlier. He's quite a tough nut to crack." He said in a light tone.

"I mean, I guess." You shrugged your shoulders again.

"It may be unprofessional of me to ask if the pair of you are- how do the kids say it? 'Going steady?' "

"Going steady?"

"It must be a sole American term. I mean to ask if the pair of you are dating."

Your heart suddenly pounded. "Dating? No. No. We're friends." You just realized you were rambling.

"Well." He sighed, setting his arms firm against his side. "This talk has been eye-opening. I wish you the best of luck, Ms. Vitale. I look forward to working with you."

"Thanks. Ditto, Mr. Goldman." Maybe you were wrong. He seemed professional and personable. Sure, he was overly charismatic to the cameras. But after all, everyone puts on a little bit of a show.

You found T'Challa not long before it was time to leave. You found him near the walls, face utterly stoic. Cyprus would be proud.

"A coin for your thoughts?" You wandered to him.

"My opinion of diplomatic politics is descending alarmingly quick."

This made you laugh. "Bast sent a partner to bear through it, remember?"

"I am considering the rope may have been the better option."

A laugh was shared.

"So, how was the boy from Egypt?"

He sighed tiredly. That's all you needed to know.

*Snap*

"Oh Gaia, I'm going to break one of those cameras I tell you!" You hissed to yourself. You avoided sending a glare to the photographer because she was doing her job, but still it was very irrating.

"That would be an marvelous way to embark this year. Destruction of property." He sarcasically teased.

"Shut up." You giggled, slightly embarrased. He seemed to have a field day with himself. It was nice to see his smile. It made you. He checked his watch after a few moments.

"Is time running out?" You asked afraid of the answer.

"I will call you Monday before classes, approximately the fourteenth hour. You'll be at the cafe, I presume."

"Oh? So you're calling so soon?"

Quiet confusion spread across his noble face.

"I thought three days was no big deal. Or four months for a matter of fact." You continued. He rolled his eyes again.

"You missed me. Face it." You spat with a smile on your face. He sucked in a breath as he appeared to search for words.

"Two weeks without your long tirades will break me from my routine."

"I'll fullfill my duty if you fullfill yours."

"And what is that?"

"Being a logical nuisanse. Deal?"

"Deal. Monday?"

"Monday."

Goodbyes took longer than expected. There was always one more thing that had to be said. More like, one more thing you had to say. It perpetuated when he realized you were there by yourself. He admitted he didn't like the idea of you wandering the city alone. What he didn't admit was how it made him nervous. Purposefully, you waited to tell him your mother was friends with the head of UN security. You took this time to take in every inch of his royal face. The ascend and descend of his beating heart. How mellow his Wakandan tone was. How dopamine would flood when your gazes would linger.

He was cute. Really cute. He was right as per usual. About Goldman. Maybe about the program too. You felt safe around him. You felt at peace. It took his guards approaching with their scattered vibranium shutting you up for the two of you to part ways.

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A roaring engine echoed off basement parking walls. The valet swift caught a pair of keys. Steps echoed down a luminecent hallway. An elevator and another followed by a steep descent of stairs. A room with several screens installed into a cement wall replayed footage. A few agents were jotting down the details of images.

"Report: The thirteenth of January, 1996. Currently: 0200 hours of the fourteenth of January 1996. A.G. will be speaking his account." An agent spoke into an audio recorder.

"Session one is completed. All attendees are in place along with their private security. Positive reception from the ladder and former. I suggest we proceed slowly with our implements."

"Is there an order of recommendation?"

"After session two in Madrid, persuade Germany with practicality and the US with financal convience."

"Agreed?"

The agents murmered agreements. "Any obstacles?"

The man hesitated. "A potential few."

"Wakanda's guards are severely protective over him. Handle delicately. Either they will be one of the last to persuade or engage in moments they are preoccupied. There are high paying partners who are waiting, so we must acclimate."

"Anything else?"

"Potentially Italy. She's suspicous. From my observance she is socially intelligent, guarded, and brazen. The mother-daughter relationship is turbulent but the mother's traits are indubitably strong. She and Wakanda are attached at the hip. It's claimed to be a friendship between the two parties but their behavior clearly dictates otherwise. He is severely intelligent but socially ignorant. If he doesn't catch on, his guards certainly will if the Italy-Wakanda companionship pursues.

"I told you all a Vitale was too risky! It'll damn us all!" Twenty-four individuals all snapped to hiss at the renegade agent.

A sullen looking man watched them discuss. He was slouched in a steel chair. "You Americans are like child. Weak and coward." He spat in broken English.

"Violence attracts suspicion, Nakamura. You are ordered to disengage." The commander said. "This is an order for all of you."

The man rolled his eyes and spat a foreign slur. "Dare to doubt my ability?" He scoffed. "I make short and quick. No witness, no mistake. She will keep quiet."

"You are ordered to disengage." The commander repeated, intimidatingly.

He laughed humorless with shake of his head. "Forget deal already? My ambassador gave direct orders-"

"Damn your orders! You are in America now and you are to follow your superior's orders! And I am ordering to disengage!"

The man sat back in his seat, a seething snarl on his scarred upper lip.

The room was quiet.

"I am confident in my capablities to keep Italy at bay, sir. She's still a young girl who hasn't lost her naivety. As long as they're seperated, I believe we are ready to proceed."

"Then we will. Close the recording." The commander turned to the speaker. "We'll rendevous in two weeks, Adam."

"Of course, sir."

[twofacedbelief]

last seen: putting others first - selfishness vs. selflessness redux favourite characters: janus, remy favourite ships: roceit, anxceit, sleepceit, anxceitmus self-insert ships: remance, remanceit oc: stimulation | ira sanders blocked tags: prinxiety, moceit proshipper; don't like? don't read!

Lance • They/Them or Sea/Sear/Seas • Adult Quoiromantic & Bi/Ace • Autistic

Otherkin: Water/Ocean/Faerie • Former endogenic system

currently writing: belief is deceit is belief & Photophobia

Canon setting

Modern setting

Antemori Shores Music and Memories [anxceit]

Fantasy of Eldritch and Gifted [dukexiety, dukesleepceit, rosleepceit]

[links to be added later, au names and layout may change]

Collabs with @anxiouslyfred vampiceit - canon setting, janus is a vampire disguised as a snake, anxceitmusleep dnau - remus gets into dna tests, janus' dna keeps changing, janus has an identity crisis mafiau - fake marriage turn into taking over a mafia, dukexiety, rosleepceit, freed androids becoming family dragonau - janus is a dragon that hoards boyfriends [needs better description]

AUs from the 4 year break idolau - remy is an idol forced to be the face of scandals, janus is a barista with a dark past, virgil is a bartender trying to save money, roman is struggling to get a role, remus probably has a job and a home, oh and most of them live in the same shitty building marvelau - janus get spider powers, janus is very hot, spideypool, dukexiety, future sleepceit, one-sided roceit

AUs that I think about belief!dee - deceit used to be belief, king is the only one who knows, qpp kingceit, roceit, remus has abandonment trauma, remus is obsessed w roman [belief is deceit is belief] fakimals - remus is thought to be the only dark side because virgil and janus are always in animal form, the animals will still pop up if they disagree with something, ignoring the animals doesn't end well, qpp anxceit, slow roceit local cryptids au - schrodingers sleepxiety -> creepxiety, lomile, roceit, tobus, logan raised the twins, remy and virgil raised dee, virgil's youtube audience has lots of questions, remy owns fluidi-tea the coffee shop [local cryptids] ts magic au - ironshell, deceit has too many people attracted to him, deceit is the only human, fae shouldn't be trusted but also the twins are fae

Other AUs art heist au, bread au, fairytale au, garbage au, haunted motel au, ill-fitting powers, kingceit human au, powerswap au, pride!roman au, sideswap au, soft vibes au, snakely escape au, the coincidence au, toddler dee au, ts sunflower au, ts tangled au, ts witch au, unexpected roommates au, wtnv au

Dead AUs crazy ex au, dead spouses au, deceit too au, hogwarts au, parent teacher au, soulmate wings au, the high school au, ts avatar au, ts mythology au, ts universe au, twin omens au, yet another youtube au

[youngfcs]

— Tessa Thompson (as Valkyrie)+Ana de Armas (oc)  | MarvelAU

Requested by anonymous

[imaxmovies]

Sheild agent Kanie Parker by Janddraw

Kanie Parker was a clone of the original spider man Peter Parker. He was created by the super villain the Jackal. But considered defective by the jackal because of a skin condition that makes it look like there's cracks on his face.

That's the same powers says Spider-Man and That's formerly the superhero of the Scarlet Spider. But unfortunately as he aged he lost his powers. Still waiting to make a difference he joined the government agency shield.

#marvel #marvelau#scarletspider #scarletspiderman #scarletspiderkaine #spiiderman #thejackal #kanieparker

[ao3feed-drstrange]

The Prowler

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/W5guT78 by Kafouse !!Very infrequent updates!! In the heart of New York City, where dreams supposedly come true, there lives a teenager named Peter Parker. However, unlike the Peter you might have heard of before, this one didn't swing through the city as Spider-man. No, this Peter Parker had a different fate, one that would take him down a dark path, a path that would inevitably lead him to the Avengers. **Marked mature as there will be gruesome and vulgar content. There are a lot of sensitive topics that will arise, and they may be triggering to you. If that makes you uncomfortable, then I don't recommend reading this.** **Will contain texting :))** Words: 11691, Chapters: 8/?, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel, The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Wanda Maximoff, James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Stephen Strange, Bruce Banner, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Loki (Marvel), Pepper Potts Additional Tags: Texting, Spider-Man Identity Reveal, Fanfiction, Irondad, Iron man is a dad, MarvelAU, AU, alternative universe, mcu - Freeform, Vigalante, Peter Parker is a Mess, Peter Parker is a Little Shit, Peter Parker isn't Spider-Man, text fic, How Do I Tag, Cross-Posted on Wattpad, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Peter Parker Needs Therapy, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Peter Parker Swears A Lot, Violence, Gun Violence read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/W5guT78