#Super Tony Lad

[donnatroyprincessofthemyscira]

[kaynothanks]

Sucker-Punch | S.R.

Ask: 9 but with steve rogers x reader and the reader hates them because of their righteousness and they r a reformed agent/villain of some kind like natasha but super mischievous (loki level) which irks steve but they can’t deny their attraction for each other or something

Warnings: BLOOD, ruthless assassin!reader, killing, GORE be aware, smut, minors DNI!

Word-Count: 6k

Steve was going to kill you, or worse; he was going to sit you down (again) and hold his speech filled with morals and patriotic mightiness. That man certainly had seventy years of pent-up moral crap to spread into the world.

Hell, sometimes you felt like the Wicked Witch of the West, with Steve’s righteous words the water ready to melt your being and bring you to your end.

Still, you took the risk as you switched off the transmitter in your ear and the tracking device on your arm, which each team member wore in case the transmitter got damaged or one got too heavily injured to call for help themselves. With certain steps, you entered the unsecured base that Steve had ordered all of you not to – under any circumstances – get close to without backup.

A loud crash sounded. The lights shut off and you halted; listening closely and silently. It was only a moment later that some generators powered up and the whole base was illuminated by red flickering lights.

Fun.

You pulled two knives from the holsters on your hips, carefully setting one foot in front of the other. On high alert, you pressed your back against the wall and peered over the edge. Barely a blink of an eye later, a blade went sailing past your head. You pulled back; shock pushing the air from your lungs. Flicking the knives between your fingers, a grin snuck onto your lips.

This, though, was going to be fun.

Within a second you were moving, keeping a swift pace as the two males before you pulled out their guns. You flung one of the knives. It found its mark straight through the male’s palm. A wail of pain flew from his mouth as you evaded the line of bullets flying towards you. Throwing out your leg, you kicked the gun from the shooter’s hand. A few precise strikes later, both men were unconscious and bleeding on the floor as you pulled your knives from their bodies and wiped the crimson liquid off on their clothes.

From the gadget bracelet on your wrist – which Tony had designed for both Natasha and you a while back – shot two ropes made of finely treated metal that anchored in the thick bullet-proof vests the males wore. You detached the ropes from the bracelet and brought them over your shoulder, making it easier for you to pull them along after you.

About fifteen minutes later, you had a row of unconscious men seated in front of you and the heavy metal door to the room you were in locked to keep out any intruders. Their leader you had placed in the middle for good measure.

While waiting for them to wake, you double-checked their bind until the first groans echoed through the isolated room. You walked back around to their front, so they were able to face you as you leaned your back against the wall and took out one of your knives. It wasn’t long before all of them were blinking at you in confusion, their eyes shifting to the glinting blade dancing between your fingers.

"Good morning, boys," you greeted with a smile after you were certain they were back in their right state of mind. "That was fun, wasn’t it? And you got a good nap out of it, too." Cocking your head, you pushed yourself off the wall deadly silent on your feet – just like you had been trained. "The lot of you are probably wondering why you're here and not, well, dead," you smiled. "I want to play a little game with you that I made up. It's called you tell me what I want to know and keep your fingers. Sounds fun? Great."

"You're an Avenger," one of them gasped. "You can’t do that."

"Oh, honey, haven’t you heard?" You questioned and stalked along the lined-up males towards the young lad who had spoken up. "I'm a Viper." You leaned down. "And I do a thing called what I want."

His breathing picked up, you noticed, causing a smile to slip back onto your face. Aloud you counted from man to man to the tune of eeny, meeny, miney, moe until the rhyme ended and you stopped in front of one of them. The man you halted across from didn’t waver at your presence, didn’t flinch or blink, or even moved to acknowledge you.

"Now, I wanna know, where is—" A patch of spit landed on your face. Clenching your jaw, you wiped the wetness from your cheek as the man before you laughed deeply. "And to think I was trying so hard to be nice," you sneered, flicked your knife, and hit. His laughing cut off abruptly, eyes widening. He sputtered as blood poured from his mouth and splattered from the cut across his throat. After a moment he fell silent and his head rolled to the side. Dead. You wiped the blade clean on his shirt.

You tsked. "Now, that wasn’t fun, was it? At least for you." With your clothed arm, you cleaned away the droplets of red on your face. Again, you chanted down the children's rhyme, coming to stand before the one that had called you out on being an Avenger. "First question," you spoke and bent down to catch his eyes. "Where are the artifacts?"

The young male stumbled over his words until he felt the tip of your blade pressing into his jugular vein. "It's only one!" The words burst out of him. "The… The first case we… we never had. I—please, don’t kill me."

"That's a good boy," you stated and petted his cheek, letting go of him as you turned to the others. "Now, the case you guys do have, is it long enough to hold, say, a sword?" You pulled out a sharpie from your belt and made a cross on the man's forehead who had given you some answers.

"No," another one growled with irritation as you eyed him expectantly. "It's in a wooden cube one story below."

"Awesome," you gave back and went forward to draw a mark on his forehead, too. "I'm not going to lie, boys, I'm a bit disappointed you don't have the blade I wanted. The rumors I heard about it for sure made it sound interesting." You clapped your hands together loudly. "Next question." Your gaze fell from man to man. "I'm guessing you all have heard of a man named Dreykov." All of them went utterly still. Taking notice of their sudden change in demeanor, you were on the move again. "The man you were trafficking innocent children for. Ring a bell? Well, as you might have noticed, he's dead. But you know who isn't dead? His partner, or boss, or whatever."

Some of them glanced around uncertainly. One of them shifted in his seat. "He didn’t have—"

Before the black-haired man had finished his sentence one of your knives was prodding from his forehead. "See that? He was being a bad boy. Bad boys don’t get an X, they get a knife. Got it? Let's try this again. What's his name?" No one answered. You sighed in disappointment. "And I thought we were making progress."

At that moment every sense of remorse or hesitancy left in your body seemed to vanish. Minute after minute another one of them lost the beating of their heart and before you knew it, only their leader and the two males you had marked were left alive.

As you saw how the two men with marks on their foreheads looked at you, you gave them a sharp glare. "Don’t look at me like that," you scoffed. "It's not like you lot are kindergarten teachers. You are mass murderers, terrorists, and child traffickers. If you wanted to live to eighty, you should have paid more attention on career day." Bringing your attention to the leader of the group, you chose to ignore the other two, which now were completely useless to you – you had chosen to believe them when they assured you that they knew nothing.

"What's his name?" You addressed the eldest of them for the first time. "Where is he hiding? And while you're at it, you can tell me all the other shit I should know about him." When he didn’t answer, you chuckled. "Stepan—that is your name, isn't it?" Judging by the look on his face, he hadn’t expected to hear it fall from your lips. "Stepan Kuznetsov, born in 1964 just a few miles out of Novosibirsk. Two younger brothers. Parents deceased. No wife. No children… that we both know of." You winked. "Your younger brothers don’t seem to be involved in any shady business. How about we keep it that way, huh?"

His face scrunched up in anger. You could see dozens of curses running through his mind that he longed to throw in your face. "Ivan Yugov," he finally muttered.

The name started playing over and over in your head until you could physically feel each and every syllable on your tongue. You swallowed. "Go on. You know what I want to hear."

"Ты чертова сука. Почему бы тебе не сделать то, что женщины умеют лучше всего, и не лечь, как чертова шлюха, и не отсосать мой член," he spat at you.

You blinked at him before a loud laugh escaped your throat. "Not what I wanted to hear!" You exclaimed and in flash were towering over him with your knife poking at his chest. "Call me that again, and you'll find my blade somewhere very uncomfortable."

His teeth were on display as he growled in your face. "Bitch."

"I was planning on letting you live to rot away in a cell somewhere, Stepan," you assured. "But after that shit you just pulled, letting you breathe doesn’t seem so pleasant anymore." Just as you pulled back your arm, ready to plunge your knife where you thought it belonged, a loud bang came from the door. Your head rolled forward as a string of curses left your lips. The heavy metal door hit the wall and you straightened, turning to face the wrath of Mr. Liberty himself. Steve stood broad-shouldered, a glint in his eyes that let you know you were in for it in ways you had never been before.

Feeling as though nothing mattered anymore anyway, you flashed Steve a grin and threw your knife behind you. With a straining grunt Stepan, too, found his last breath. You threw a look over your shoulder at the two men still alive. "Boys," you spoke one last time and stalked toward the burly – vicious - male in the doorway. Steve was quite obviously rendered speechless by the gory scene in front of him. "Captain." Saluting him, you made to push past him, but he caught your wrist before you could lower it. Your orbs took in his hand around your arm and snapped to his with a venomous warning. Pushing down the anger, you gave him a smirk instead. "Oh, don’t worry, Cap, the blood isn't mine."

"I'm done," he stated. "I don’t care what Fury said. I won't risk another murder scene just because you couldn’t control yourself."

"Are you going to prance around now with all of your values and morals and tell me that killing them was wrong? That they didn’t deserve it?" You sneered. "For all I care, I just saved the government some money."

"There are protocols to follow. Just because you are angry doesn’t mean you can go around killing whomever you want."

"I'm going to kill whoever stands in my way of getting to him. People like them—people like him ruined me. I just plan on returning the favor." You ripped yourself free from Steve.

"Who's going to just let you go on a killing spree?"

"Who's gonna stop me?" You shot back, eyes boring into his blue ones. You stared at him for a moment, waiting to see if he was going to argue any more. Though when he said nothing else, you descended down the corridor and turned on the transmitter in your ear. "Nat, you there?"

"Where the hell have you been? We thought they had gotten you."

"Ouch," you replied. "You really thought they would be good enough to take me out? That hurts, Nat, really does."

"Glad to hear you're okay."

"You'll be even gladder to hear that the artifact is right below where I'm standing. I'm going to send you the location and head back to the jet. I don't think I'm welcome out on the field anymore."

Natasha hesitated. "What did you do?"

"I got his name, Nat," you breathed, feeling as though one of the stones you had carried in your chest broke loose. Ever since you had been sent out to kill her after she didn’t return from a mission, Natasha had played a big part in changing your life. If it wasn’t for her and Clint – whose arrow had sneakily come from behind and knocked you out cold – you would still only be a pawn in the Viper Program.

For once, it wasn’t Dreykov that had thought it up, but his partner, which he had revealed before dying at the hands of Yelena Belova. Where the children unfit for the Red Room had been brought. Instead of the big mass of children chosen to become Black Widows, the Vipers were a mere group of a dozen girls too uncontrollable, too vicious for the fine training of the Red Room. The training of the Viper Program had proceeded in the Black Pit, where there were little to no rules except exceeding. And in the end, there had been no more than five girls left alive to graduate.

After you had been sent out to terminate Natasha – she was the first ever person to beat you in a fight – you had ended up being bound the same way those men back there had. She had asked you so many questions, which you had continuously ignored until you had managed to silently free yourself from the robe. You had waited for her to turn her back before dashing out of the room with impressive speed (with Natasha having taken all of your weapons away, your chance of completing your mission had shrunk tremendously). You had been searching for the least noticeable way out of the place she had brought you, which only ended with you running into Steve Rogers, who had been alerted by Natasha just like all the other present Avengers in the Avengers Compound. You had known the place inside and out, having studied its blueprints until you held the knowledge of every single possible exit. Only a certain artificial intelligence was aware of those exits, too, and had sealed them shut before you even had the chance of getting close.

A month you had been forced to spend underground being questioned each day until you received the information that someone else had been sent after Natasha and you, too. The program had given up on you just like that. You knew what they were like and still, you believed you meant more to them after having grown up there.

All of the four remaining Vipers had come for you, and all of them died trying to kill one of their own – being too blindsided themselves to see the truth which Natasha had taken a whole month to press into your head. Natasha was able to understand you in ways you found that no one else could. She knew when you simply needed space or someone to just hover over you without talking.

You strolled up the loading ramp of the new, modernized Quinjet that Tony had hammered out with the council members of SHIELD after Bruce Banner had vanished with the last working one. Huffing at the stickiness on your skin, you unzipped the tight dark green vest (which Stark ensured to be fire- and bulletproof) covering your torso and dropped it beside one the chairs.

By the lord, you were in desperate need of an immediate shower.

"Damage Control is on the way I heard," Natasha announced as she jogged up the ramp, giving you a slight once-over.

"Oh, don’t give me that," you groaned, pulling the sleeve of your black shirt over your hand to use it to wipe away the blood on your face. "They send DC for about everything now. Soon they're gonna be cleaning up roadkill."

"You just can’t stand the director."

"'Cause she's a bitch," you hummed.

"You keep talking like that and Steve might just bring out a bar of soap."

"Yeah…" You grinned and gave her a wink after slipping off the black shirt. "Mouth washing's never worked on me." Instead of laughing along with you, her expression darkened, knowing what else was used for taming her and you. She was about to say something when Steve's broad form came into view from the corner of your eye. A sigh fell from your lips before you took off your shirt and flung it down onto your vest, leaving you in a tank top.

"I need to talk to you," his serious low voice rumbled through the otherwise quiet Quinjet, while he put down the artifact hidden away in a wooden box. Natasha let you two know she would handle the piloting as she hastily slipped to the front of the jet.

"Christ, Steve," you swore and crossed your arms, feeling the drying crimson liquid clamming up your skin's surface. "Keep your morals away from me for as long as I look like Carrie, alright?"

"Who?"

You blinked at him. "Never mind." Curiously, your eyes flitted behind Steve to where he had set own the wooden box. Before the super-soldier had time to react, you slipped past his muscular arm and toward the hidden temptation.

A hand wrapped around your upper arm, pulling you back. You gave him a sharp glare, only to be met with one of his own. "We don’t know what it does," he stated. "It might be dangerous."

Your brow twitched upward. "Don’t be silly. It's useful."

His tight hold ceased. "What do you know about it?"

"More than you, apparently," you replied and skillfully removed his fingers from your arm; the spot tingled uncomfortably, so much so you had to rub over it to make the feeling stop. Still turned to him, you have him a grin until out of the black you dashed forward, slipping the shield from his back. His arm went out to grab you but you ducked away, pushing the edge of the shield under the crate's lid, and cracking it open. Before he could reach you, you tossed the shield back to him and removed the splintered lid.

When your gaze found the glittering metal, you felt as though a little magpie had fluttered into your chest, your fingers achy to get a hold of the artifact.

"Don’t even think about it," he warned, pulling off the mask covering half his face.

You stared at him before sticking your hand inside the box and pulling out the necklace. Swinging the golden string from left to right, you stepped up to him; he was so weary of the thing between your fingers, he was close to lifting his shield and backing up as if it were a bomb. "Let's play a game."

"Let's not."

"Oh, let's," you grinned and pointed at the necklace dangling from your fingers when you were almost close enough for your chest to touch his. "If you find me, I'm gonna tell you what this baby does."

"What do you mea—" Before he could finish his sentence, the amulet flared in a bright glow. You gave him a slight wave of the hand and disappeared behind a flash of light.

…

Steve was seething.

He had known you for a while now, and had gotten used to your shenanigans and reckless actions but by the lord – you using a magical artifact without any of you knowing anything about it, was like plopping the cherry on top of the things irking him about you.

To this day, he remembers each and every word thrown between him, Tony, and Nick Fury when they were about to make the decision whether you were going to be sent to the Raft – a maximum security underwater prison located near Ryker's Island – or join their team.

Tony was all in on you joining the team from the moment he had spotted how much and how fast you were able to get on Steve's nerves. Fury had always had a thing for taking risks; some more calculated than others, for sure. And Steve had told them both off for having the worst idea of the century.

They had won.

And now, you were once again an assassin on the run, though now in possession of a magical artifact which, again, he had no knowledge of whatsoever. He could already hear Tony's taunts echoing in his ear targeting the lack of control he had over the Viper and how much Tony enjoyed watching it all play out. Steve also knew that Stark would once more comment on the redness threatening to overtake his face every time Steve was just a tad bit too close to you. Since you had joined the team, he hadn’t been able to hear the end of it.

Worst of it all; a small, reckless, idiotic part of him really did think you were the one for him – you, below all the wrongdoings in your life. Brave and strong and determined and confident.

Some of your traits reminded him of… He shook his head and cleared his throat as he hurried down the jet's ramp in front of the Avengers Compound. You had turned off your location device again, so Steve had no idea of how to find you; he would be forced to consult Tony on the matter and admit his inability to keep you in line. In the elevator,  he went over what he would tell Tony in his head, though when the ding sound came and he stepped out, Steve's eyes landed on you. Not hurt, not gone not a thief – well, perhaps a little bit of a thief – but happy, drink in hand and laughing together with the billionaire himself. And by the looks of it, you had gotten your shower, too.

When your gaze landed on him, a sly smirk spread on your lips. You whispered something to Tony so low that not even Steve's enhanced hearing could pick it up before you emptied your drink in one swig. Pushing off the bar stool, you sauntered over to him. "Congratulations, you found me."

"Where is it?"

Flicking your hand, the chain fell from your sleeve, which you swiftly caught between your fingers. "The Amulet of Abaddon." You tossed it to him. "Useful for teleporting." Smiling you turned, striding past him and up the small set of stairs leading to the private quarters.

Tony snorted into his glass of scotch, taking a delighted sip. "Seeing how much of a sucker you are, is genuinely painful, Cap." He gulped down the rest of his drink. "Anyway, I gotta pick up Pepper. Date night." Showing off his pearly whites, the billionaire came up to him. "We're flying out to Tokyo. Maybe I can get someone there to make you a life-size puppet of her. No back-talk, how about it?"

"Stark," he warned with a sigh only to receive a few dismissive slaps on the shoulder in passing. After telling FRIDAY to notify Natasha of the artifact's safety and call Damage Control to come pick it up, Steve went to find you in your room. Your empty room, as he found. Rolling his eyes at you for being intentionally difficult, he made his way to the training hall. From afar he could hear some song playing that he didn’t recognize.

You stood inside, in front of a counter filled with blades in various shapes. Where Natasha preferred her gun and Clint his arrows, you found the simpleness of a blade and its swift deadliness to be the weapon best fitting for you. Steve swallowed as he took notice of the curve of your bare neck and how low your shirt was hanging in the back, giving him a view of the heavy scarring. Still, he couldn’t help but want to be able to explore every other inch of you; discover what else you were hiding.

"Took you long enough," you teased, picking up another throwing knife and eyeing the other dozen of them already sticking out of the human-shaped target.

"What were you thinking?"

Clicking your tongue, you hurled the knife at the target with such force the tip bored itself into the handle of another, right between the target's eyes. You gave an idle shrug. "Damn, that's hella shiny. Imma take it."

He sighed to himself. By now, he should have been expecting such answers from you. "You said you would tell me everything you knew about it. So, tell me."

"I did," you countered and leaned against the counter, looking at him. "It's called the Amulet of Abaddon. It teleports stuff."

"What else?"

"I have no idea, Steven. Why don't you play with it a little and find out?"

"You said it wasn’t dangerous!" He barked. "Now you're telling me you don’t even know what it can do!"

You hummed and scrunched up your nose. "You sure about that, Steve? 'Cause I don’t remember saying anything like that." Grasping another knife from the table, you brought your body back to face the target. "In fact, I'm pretty sure I just told you to stop being silly." The knife was picked from between your fingers as you made to throw it. You huffed; your flat hand slapping against your thigh in disappointment. Whirling around, you were ready to wring the knife from him, though you halted as you detected him in such near proximity. Silly you found yourself to be as your breath was close to hitching in your throat at him towering over you.

"I'm pulling you from the field."

With a clenching jaw, you bit your tongue. "Fine. But if you think that’s going to keep me from searching, you are wrong."

"You can’t just—"

"I can, Steve." Frustration zipped through you as your fingers found your scalp. "Why is it that nobody questioned Natasha when she went after Dreykov? I'm trying to do the exact same thing!"

"No, you aren't. You are killing people without regard for what is right or wrong."

"God," you laughed and shook your head. "You know what, Steve, let's see who these people really were that you were so concerned about, yeah?" You slipped out from between the table and him, going for the large screen on the wall. Locking into the right accounts and checking the data you had prepared, you pulled the information out on a hologram. "Let's start with the two that I let live. Dimitri Petrov and his brother Mikael both Russian military and both bombers of hospitals and airports. Arseny Fedorov, whom I had to dig really deep for and the first person whose throat I slit back there, is known for flaying his victims alive." You noted Steve growing uncomfortable behind you, shifting and flinching as you pulled up the next file. "That one you're gonna like. Makar Belov, also known as The Oculist." You turned to glare at him. "You wanna know why they called him that?"

He stared back at you. "Fine," he grumbled. "What do you want me to do? Apologize?"

At his question, your glare fell from his blue orbs to the damn perfect curve of his lips. You felt your heart rhythm pick up as his gaze traveled across your face as if it was the first time, he was allowing himself to do so. Before you knew what you were doing, you were on your tippy toes with your lips catching his. Your arms wrapped around his neck to pull him in closer, as his hand fell to your hips, gripping you tightly against him. His hands found a trail downward before he lifted you with the ease of a super-soldier.

He took a few abrupt steps forward, causing your back to collide with the cool wall. You gasped in surprise but his lips were back on yours in a messy kiss, tongue grazing over your own. Your hands fell off his shoulders, hastily working to tug at the zipper of his uniform, longing to feel the strongness of his body against yours. In every fiber of your body, you could feel his want echoing as if it were your own.

The thought slipped from your mind as your hand slid under his uniform to push it from his body. For a moment his lips strayed from yours, one arm beneath you and the other pressed against the wall next to your head. Your back arched trying to get closer to him as his lips traveled down your cheek – down your neck until he pulled you off the wall and walked down the hall with precise steps. Upon crossing the threshold of his bedroom, you stopped caring where he took you. You didn’t care that only minutes prior you were close to stabbing him out of anger and didn’t care that this was merely an attempt for the both of you to relieve the tension that had been lingering in the air ever since you had met.

Your back hit the soft mattress, his fingers finding the waistband of your pants. He stopped and turned his questioning gaze on you. You gave a nod, making his eyes drop from yours as he swiftly pulled the fabric from your legs. Your fingers found their way into his freshly cut hair, while his rough fingers dug into the flesh of your thigh. Locking your legs around his, you gave a forceful shove to turn him onto his back.

You had spent many years training to throw around burly men as though they were nothing more than play dolls; a super-soldier was only a small challenge. You bent down, kissing him before pulling back with a grin. "Do you like it," you hushed against his lips, "When I kiss you, Captain?" Not granting him the pleasure once more, you hovered over his lips, waiting for him to give in first – testing him. He sat up then, hand grabbing your thigh as he guided you closer. Your chests were pressed together as you bumped your nose against his, eyes falling from his to his lips.

He lunged forward them, to lock your lips together in a heated kiss, groaning into your mouth when feeling your tongue gliding heatedly against his. His large palms groping their way along your body sent arousal creeping to your core. You couldn’t help but move against his hardness, your core hot and aching for some kind of relief. He groaned, causing you to repeat your actions, pressing down more firmly this time. His rough hands slid from where they had been gripping your thighs to your behind, encouraging you to grin down harder.

You gasped against his lips, pleasure zipping from your center to the tips of your toes, grinning as he growled lowly. "Do you want me, Cap?" You teased. Instead of answering, a hand locked around your throat, pushing you off him and into the mattress. Surprised your hand went to clutch his wrist as he lifted you by the neck to press another kiss to your lips. His other hand traveled to the hem of your panties, ripping them away as if they were no more than a thin piece of paper.

He carelessly tossed the broken garment aside, leaving you completely exposed to him. Kisses were placed up from your stomach to the skin between your chest until he reached your lips again. He took his time to enter you, leaving behind a stinging sensation brought on by his size. His body moved against yours, muscular abdomen tight against the soft flesh of yours as you wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him closer.

You leaned towards his ear and smiled. "Where are your morals now, Captain?"

[reluctantscribe]

So, I’m rethinking my approach to my fanmade Marvel Comics Universe!! Instead of being, “The MCU with all of its characters from the start,” I’m thinking of just doing a love letter to the medium of comics and where my love for them came from: Marvel TV & Movies. And of course, comics.

The medium of comics is incredibly special to me, I think it is the single greatest medium of storytelling of all time. The combination of images and literature, the larger than life characters, the complexity and simplicity of the worlds that comics create… I can’t get enough of it. And that’s why, after reading some comics set in Marvel Earth-6160 and of course 616, I’ve decided that my Marvel universe project would combine what works from both of those worlds and build off of them and create my own ideas as well. Creating new characters, new dynamics, new avenues of creativity.

I really enjoyed the groundwork Hickman laid for his Ultimate Universe. A world where none of the iconic Marvel Heroes were iconic, much less super. And having a young Tony Stark, AKA: Iron Lad, have to help push the narrative in the right direction and help these people become the heroes they were meant to be. It’s a GREAT concept!

It’s not anything like what I’m doing though. Well… kind of. I’m going to be taking what you and I know about the Marvel Universe and turning it on its head. Some characters will be just as you remember them, others will be based on their portrayals in TV shows or movies, and some will be completely reimagined to fit my sensibilities as a writer. And what will this Universe be called?

More updates to come for Earth-6161!!

[scienceninjaturtle]

ULTIMATES #1

Written by DENIZ CAMP

Art by JUAN FRIGERI

Cover by DIKE RUAN

Following blockbuster series launches with Ultimate Spider-Man, Ultimate Black Panther, and Ultimate X-Men, the highly anticipated next title in Marvel’s new Ultimate Universe arrives this June—the ULTIMATES!

Directly spinning out of the very foundation for the new Ultimate line—Jonathan Hickman and Stefano Caselli’s Ultimate Universe #1—ULTIMATES will be written by Deniz Camp, known for his thought-provoking and socially relevant work on titles like Children of the Vault and 20th Century Men, and drawn by rising superstar Juan Frigeri, known for his acclaimed work on Invincible Iron Man. The series will introduce the all-new super hero team that will usher in the next chapter of bold storytelling within the new Ultimate Universe.

Months ago, Tony Stark sent Peter Parker a radioactive spider to set him back on the course to become Spider-Man. Since then, Iron Lad (Stark), Captain America, Doom, Thor and Sif have begun to do the same for other lost heroes, building a network of super-powered heroes hungry for change… Now they must band together to destroy the Maker’s Council and restore freedom and free will to a world ruled from the shadows!

[halfagone]

Alright cool, I just wanted to see if you knew enough for this upcoming prompt idea. This can take place in whatever marvel universe you’re most comfortable writing, but basically the prompt is that the avengers witness Danny lifting Thor’s hammer and the resulting shenanigans that occur. What do you think?

Oh I loooooove stories that have the most unexpected of people lifting Thor's Hammer. I am a sucker for "Peter Parker is Worthy" fics UwU

But let me see what I can do here~

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It had been a joke, a PR stunt more like it. Come meet the Avengers, get an autograph and maybe a picture, and see if you're worthy to lift Thor's hammer.

It had sounded good in theory. Great even! Some of the other Avengers had been reluctant to the other, but once security had been cleared for the event, more had agreed. They agreed on what they could and couldn't talk about, what they were and weren't comfortable doing with fans, and planned accordingly. A job well done, if Tony did say so himself.

It had actually been Clint's idea to do the hammer lift in a separate room. At first Tony had thought that was kind of a mood killer. After all, half the fun was the crowd's anticipation as each person came to the stand. But Clint had pointed out how things could go sideways if it came out that a civilian could lift Mjöllnir. Thor seemed confident that the chances were rather low- the likelihood that someone worthy coming to this event were rather abysmal, after all- but had agreed to the compromise in the end.

I may have to give Clint a pay raise for this, Tony thought dazedly.

Everything had been going so well. The gang was all happy, the fans were happy, Tony could practically already hear Ross grinding his teeth at all the positive attention.

When another teenager walked into the room, Tony hadn't thought anything of it. He was one of the last few stragglers for the event, so most of the Avengers had lingered in this room, happy to hang out as they waited. They'd joked and laughed, even tried to wrap the kid into it. The teen- Danny- was a smart-aleck like the best of them; Tony was never going to let him and Harley meet if he could help it.

As Danny came up to the podium, they cheered him on just like everyone else. Tony himself had leaned back against a table and smiled serenely, feeling confident in the results. It was probably a good thing he hadn't reached for that can of soda because Danny lifted up the hammer without breaking a sweat.

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"What the actual fuck?" Sam muttered, squinting at the kid as if that would suddenly fix the whole clusterfuck of a situation.

"Oh that's a lot lighter than I thought it'd be," Danny commented thoughtfully, gingerly shifting his grip so that he could pose. Wait, no- that wasn't posing. Danny was testing his stance to practice throwing.

"The weight of responsibility won't be," Steve said quietly to himself, gaze hooded and emotions indiscernible.

That didn't stop Tony from turning to the man in pure indignation. "I do not need the commentary from you right now, Capsicle." Steve honest to god rolled his eyes at Tony's remark. They didn't get to bicker about it any more (and no, not like an old married couple! Honestly Lang could take his commentary with his stupid ass out the door!) because Thor approached the boy with a solemn expression.

"I see you are a worthy lad," Thor announced to the room. Danny stared at him with a blank expression. He didn't seem super awed in Thor's presence- hadn't for any of the heroes really- but he still listened with rapt attention. "Those who are worthy carry a heavy load upon their shoulders. With the ability to wield Mjöllnir comes to the ability to rule over Asgard-"

"I'm good, thanks," Danny cut in before Thor could finish with his speech.

"What," Rhodey deadpanned, looking just as surprised as everyone else.

Tony's brain hadn't even got the chance to reboot completely yet and he felt like he'd need another right now.

"I've got better things to do, no offense," Danny replied with a blithe shrug of his shoulders. "I mean, I'm sure it's a great honor. But like... I have finals in a couple weeks? I can barely be trusted with my own sleep schedule, I don't think you want me ruling an entire realm."

"I- Well," Thor tried to recompose himself. He was failing miserably.

"What kind of kid doesn't like being worthy?" Tony scoffed in confusion. When in doubt, be an asshole. That had been Tony's motto for years now and he might be trying to do better, yes, but that didn't make him any less of a bastard.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see Natasha giving him a look.

"It's just a lot of responsibility is all. What kind of kid wants that?" Danny shot back in return, innocently cocking his head to the side.

It was honestly kinda endearing.

Tony wanted to violently shake him by the shoulders.

"You're not wrong," Steve remarked with a chuckle, clapping Danny on the shoulder. "Good job, Danny. Very impressive." The kid brightened up, shining so bright that Tony had to squint.

"Can I throw it?" Danny asked excitedly, as he turned sharply back to Thor.

The Asgardian just looked amused at this point, chuckling boisterously. "Why, be my guest." He swept a hand towards a nearby target.

"Whoa, nothing expensive please!" Tony shouted just as Danny threw the hammer with stupidly impressive accuracy. It nailed a nearby post spot on, taking off a cardboard head. Thankfully it was only the Hulk and Bruce wasn't here right now.

Danny stretched his hand and sure enough, the hammer came barreling back. Barreling was a good term to use too, seeing as Danny just about got mowed over when he wasn't prepared for the weight this time around.

While Thor tried to help his new favorite human, Tony was just trying not to tear his hair out.

He was too old for this shit.

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Who Needs A Superpower?

CHAPTER ONE - Are You A Superhero?

   We all want to be a superhero, who wouldn't?

   We just don't need to be. After all criminals don't have superpowers.

   We just need to be heroes. To take back our streets and communities. To make our neighbourhoods safe again.

   Of course, a few superpowers would help us.

   And criminals, proper criminals, do carry guns.

   It is really lucky then that superpowers are exactly what I have, skills too and a bit of kit.

   You see I was a squaddie, that's in the British Army to you.

   I joined up and was soon representing them not for killing people but for athletics. Long distance was my forte, 10,000 metres or the marathon.

   For some reason this made me a good test subject for some of their research, the Super-Soldier Program. Being all too keen to better myself, and greedy for the huge hike in pay I would get, I accepted their offer.

   In this program I became stronger, a lot stronger and my eyesight improved until I had the sight of a hawk. And that was just the start.

   When I cut myself accidentally, I found I healed quicker, a lot quicker. Instead of a couple of days and scabbing a wound healed in a few hours. My endurance too was off the chart. I could run and run and only feel tired after several hours.

   Which was so good for me!

   I loved running . . . the harder, the longer and the faster the better.

   Which was strange, as when I was younger all the lads around me wanted girlfriends and of course lots of sex.

   For me it was running. I was not interested in girls or sex at all. Boys neither before you come up with that. I think I was what you call asexual, just not interested.

   Surely sex could not be better than running . . . that last sprint after 10 miles . . . your whole body crying out for you to stop and the exultation and glory as you just run faster. Surely sex could not be better than that.

   And yes, I am 23 and still a virgin.

    I went through the Super-Soldier Program. As it progressed some just vanished. They could not have been success stories and I was considered that. A few of the others tried to leave, saying the vanished ones were dead, but leaving was not an option. We were soldiers.

   Enough of that story though. It is enough to say the program did not work out. There was only one survivor, me!

   Even I was none too good. I was too aggressive, always wanting to fight, not caring with who.

   That was why I was quietly discharged, being the last man standing. Quietly kicked out, after first having signed a confidentiality agreement of course. A very lucrative agreement that the program had never existed and I had never been part of it.

   I returned to find my old neighbourhood in ruins. Drugs dealers and loan sharks, muggers and pimps had all taken over our estate. I hate pimps. Nothing against prostitutes of either sex but pimps are just scum.

   No-one was fighting back. A few good blokes had fought at the start but there were a few nasty bastards running the show. No big boss evident just nasty little men at the top of their nasty little professions.

   What, you want to know more about me?

   My name is Tony Ashton and I have lived on the Jack The Ripper Estate since I was born.

   I was always army barmy as the expression goes.

   Around here a job is something you do without the owner knowing. A warehouse break-in, an office or if you are ambitious robbing a post office.

   I though, did not want to go that way. My Dad had always been on the straight and narrow and I wanted the same.

   At five foot ten and tough and rugged the Army was a natural choice. Join the Army and Travel the World and all that. I was fit, strong, could run a marathon and had wanted to join the army since I was knee high to a grasshopper.

   Travelling to distant lands, keeping the peace and defending the weak. That was how I saw the Army.

   Yeah, you might have to go into battle but it was in a good cause, right?

   I loved being in the army. It was like one big family, well it was to me. And they loved me. Their blue eyed boy. Their athlete. Their special soldier.

   What do I look like? Exactly? Well as near as damn it I look like that bloke from Doctor Who? Which one? The Dalek? No, that David Tennant bloke.

   Oh, you thought I would be huge? No squaddies aren't like that, skinny as sticks most of them. And I, my friends, am a typical squaddie, or I was.

    Oh yes, I was a basic working-class squaddie alright. Well, I always considered myself that until I went to Newcastle, now I consider myself middle class.

   Keep my head down and get on was what I tried to do. I hoped to be a sergeant one day but that was not to be.

   Now though I had got busted out of the army and left in a hell-hole of a housing estate, the Ripper estate no less.

   I laid low for a couple of weeks at a house arranged for me on my discharge. I spent that time just walking around, getting the lay of the land again, finding out who was where, which crim was located in which position.

   People were soon used to seeing me back, usually just walking. Shuffling through the depressed streets, trying to ignore the dealers standing on the corners.

   It was time to get kitted out. You see, when I left the army, I took a few things with me. There was a whole mass of equipment for urban warfare, riots, looting, for when the people were fighting the police and the army. All in the stores of the Super-Soldier program.

   The best bit was a bullet proof tracksuit. A hoodie and tracksuit bottoms, all bullet proof. Would not stop a high velocity rifle bullet but would stop a revolver round no sweat, would block a knife.  And it looked casual, very casual, like everything everyone else was wearing on the estate.

   So casual the man who snatched Mrs Terrill's purse hardly seemed to notice me. Well until I put out an arm and clothes-lined him as he ran towards me. I let the bag drop as I dragged him down into a quiet car park. One slit of the knife deep into the guts and across and I walked away leaving him to bleed out.

   Hey, what sort of superhero do you think I am?

   One of those soft ones that never kills and always helps the police. Nah! That's just not me.

   I am a squaddie, an army boy, kill or be killed.

   That however was the first time I had killed. And the fear set in. Not guilt, after all it had only been a mugger, a purse stealer, scum of the Earth.

   It was fear of getting caught. Not fear of prison though . . .

   It was just I had so much more to do.

   Not much notice was shown over the death of the purse stealer. When I was down the local, sinking a pint, I overheard them all talking about it. He had been nicked for bag snatching many times, an addict of all that he could his hands on. Even the police did not care.

   I smiled.

   I let it be known in the pub that this estate now made me feel nervous. Even I, an ex-squaddie, did not like it here. And with that information I enquired about weapons, proper weapons, guns!

   I did have guns stolen from the armoury at the army base but not small guns. I only had rifles. An assault rifle and a sniper rifle.

   Two days later a man sidled up to me in the pub and told me he could get hold of guns, anything I liked. If we went back to his house, he had a sawn-off if that was any good to me. He said his name was Ginger Tom and he could get me all sorts, almost anything I wished.

   I told him I would meet up with him later and he smiled. He knew the score. Better not to seen together in case the law tumbled to us. He gave me the address and left.

   I resumed my drinking and even met with one of my old school-mates. We chatted for a bit before I left.

   It was a few seconds after I entered Ginger Tom's flat that he and his friend fell upon me. It was of course a trap to get my money.

   But hey I had expected nothing less of him!

   His friend had me in a hold and Tom told me to cough up my cash or die. He even showed me the shotgun I was due to buy. He thrust it in my belly as way of a persuader.

   Ginger Tom looked very perturbed when I just laughed. Even when he told me it was loaded and he would fire. I did not break down as he hoped. I just laughed some more.

   In a second I flipped the man behind me right over and into Tom knocking the shotgun wide. Not only was I martial art trained, to the level of a Super-Soldier, his grip was nothing to me. Now I was hugely strong.

   I now had his dubious assistant in my grasp, between Tom and me.

   "Drop the gun or I break his back." I told the arms dealer.

   Instead, he tried to get a line on me with the gun. Without much success for I had his mate in the way.

   I then grabbed the scruff of the neck of the second man with one hand and his groin with the other hand. Slowly I bought my hands together and you could hear as bones, his vertebrae, the bones in his back, snapped one by one. As I said, I had huge strength, such an act was little more than snapping balsa wood was for the normal man.

   The effect this sight had on Ginger Tom was amazing. He dropped the gun in terror and backed away. Quick as a flash I had him, kicking the sawn-off safely out of the way.

   "Now you and me are going to have a little chat." I told him. "You are going to tell me where I can get weapons around here. Pistols, shotguns, rifles, big guns. Grenades too and any military shit."

   "They will kill me." He said in a whisper and then I grabbed his arm tightly and started to squeeze.

   He let out a scream as the bone broke. Ginger Tom then started to talk. Such was his terror I think he wanted to talk. And once he started, he just could not stop. He did not tell me of just arms dealers, oh no, drug dealers too. A dealer of little guns like the ones he sold. A proper arms dealer who sold to the big drugs dealer of the area. The big drug dealer did not live around here. His minions just sold here for him but even they carried pistols or knives.

   This was not because they were scared of the populace, oh no. It was rival drug dealers who scared them, so they made sure they were always armed, just in case.

   He willingly showed me what guns he had, almost fawning over me, acting like a puppy willing to please his master. I told him he had done good and he could live.

   I asked for a brew and, as he turned, I snapped his neck. No choice, he had seen my face. No choice, he was dealing guns in what was once a nice neighbourhood.

   I had on my usual outfit, hoodie, joggings bottoms and of course leather gloves. I had put those on, the gloves, just as I walked up to the back door of Ginger Tom's.

   I took with me the sawn-off with all the cartridges Tom had shown me and a small pistol with 100 rounds of ammo. The rest I left around with the bodies of Ginger Tom and his friend for the police to find.

   Strangely enough there more than a little interest in the death of Ginger Tom. Even though he tried to trap me and rip me off he was well liked in the community as a man who could get you things, illegal and not.

   The police put it out as a falling out between two criminals. I knew though they weren't fooled, they just couldn't be bothered to look for the person who took the pair down. What with the budget cuts they could not investigate half the crimes that happened to good folk, let alone criminals.

   Over the next week, three muggers and four street dealers died. One street dealer died from shotgun wounds, one from a pistol bullet to the throat, one from a knife and the last of a severe beating.

   Word on the street was a rival gang of dealers was moving in. The muggers who got beaten to death, well that caused more speculation. That had people thinking a vigilante was coming to the neighbourhood who did not like muggers one little bit.

   Of course, I killed that other dealer of small arms too. Not the proper arms dealer but the one like Ginger Tom. He had a freak accident in which he flew off the top of a block of flats.

   This place was a hotbed of crime. Last thing it needed was more guns.

   No-one suspected me. I had put it out that I was suffering from post traumatic stress syndrome from fighting in a different country. Truth was I had spent all my time training to be a Super-Soldier. I had never served abroad at all.

   Everyone was sure I was scared of my own shadow, not the guy to be going out at night and tidying up the neighbourhood.

   The police actually starting searching the dealers and anyone strange to the neighbourhood for guns and knives. They too were sure a gang war was going to happen. This was unlikely. The badly beaten dealer had told me all I needed to know about the hierarchy of his gang.

   In just a couple of weeks there was a real police presence in the area making all around feel a lot safer.

   One dark evening, when a gang member picked up the proceeds of all his street dealers, he walked into one of the homes on the estate. He nodded at the tramp lazing around at the door as he went in.

   The tramp let out a scream as I took him from the side, the knife sliding into his gut and then around and around. The door flew open and three guys came barrelling out. The first took the shotgun blast full-on, the second got the butt of the gun and the last my foot to his throat.

   I dragged in the only survivor. The one I had hit with the butt of the gun. Guns blazed as I went in but only hit the body of the man I was holding in front of me. The light was behind me and they could not see me properly, just as I had hoped. Their bullets hit their friend, not me.

   They fell as the body was thrown at them and then I was on them. No guns needed, just violence, bone snapping violence.

   One survived but only just and I dragged him with me. There was just one more man in here if my information was right.

   There was and he shot me! Right in the gut!

   That pissed me off I can tell you. If I was not wearing bullet-proof clothing he could of killed me!

   I mean, how rude!

   The room was small and I was on him in a second. I didn't kill him, I just sparked him out and tied him up, his friend too.

   This was their counting house. This was where the money was held until the boss turned up to collect or sent someone to collect it for him.

   There were piles of money on the table. A safe too. I was tempted to try rip the safe door off with my bare hands until I worked out the counting house man probably had a key. A quick frisk of his pockets and I was opening the safe.

   I whistled. Stacks and stacks of bank notes.

   All went in my knapsack, the ones on the table too.

   These two would not recognise me. Not only was I wearing the hoodie but my face was painted green with black stripes. Enough to scare anyone and never for them to remember what I looked like.

   I had a quick chat with the money-counter man when he came around involving only a minimum of pain. I then left the two men still tied up and alive.

   The counter had been petrified. He had six guards including the tramp at the door and one man had seemingly just walked though them all, taking a bullet to the gut on the way.

   Of course, the bullet did not penetrate the cloth and as for the rest, well they were not army trained, they were not Super-Soldiers. They had not stood a chance.

   The next night a sniper took pot shots at the windows of another seemingly innocuous building on the estate. The police went around but were refused entry making them very suspicious. I left them to it when I noticed they left a policeman as sentry on the house.

   That was the stash-house, the place where all the drugs lived, ready to supply the lads on the corners. The nice counter of cash had told me so.

   I heard the next day the police had come back in force to try and gain entry to the property but they were refused entrance and there was a scuffle. That was all the police needed to raid the place with a warrant and the huge cache of drugs was found.

   Result!

   You see, heroin is not just a drug, it is a poison and it does not just poison individuals, it poisons communities. To get their daily fix junkies will do many desperate acts just to get through the day. Robbery of all types, violence and even murder if the price is right.

   Hopefully keeping heroin out of the area would make the junkies move out. But I was just at the start of that process.

   After that the street dealers vanished one by one and junkies got beatings, kickings that put them in the hospital.

   All too soon the junkies were crying out about the man with the green face that hurt them. Many did not believe them, thinking it was just one of their drug fuelled fantasies. The dealers however, and maybe the police, knew better.

   The street dealers were found after a couple of weeks, all dead, piled up in a deserted warehouse by the river on the edge of town. Laying beside them was a stuffed toy. A green dragon.

   This got whole neighbourhood was talking about what was happening. Dealers off the streets, junkies in hospital or moving to safer areas. And by the looks of it someone protecting them, the people of the estate, someone who got the nickname The Green Dragon.

   Little Timmy the rent boy was glad too. His pimp had been in the act of beating him up when someone sparked the pimp out and carried the pimp away. It was a long while before the pimp's weighted body was knocked by a barge in the river and came floating up.

   One by one pimps vanished. A policeman who hit a prostitute got taken as well. First knocked unconscious then waking up in a deserted building with a man dressed in a black tracksuit and with an odd green face. The copper only got the briefest glimpses of that man's face as the man walked around him, again and again.

   The policeman was told the working girls had their job to do as well. It was not nice for them but they had to earn their money. Best leave them be and to spread the word to the other officers . . . and never hit one just because she would not give you a freebie.

   The copper was just glad the vigilante let him live. He spread the word and the cops left the working girls alone, even the clients treated them better as they too did not want the green man popping up for a chat.

   This is not to say I did not get hurt occasionally. We all make mistakes. One dealer hit me with a cosh on the back of my neck. Another sliced my face with a knife. These minor injuries did not stop me doing my job however and healed all too quickly.

   Don't let anyone tell you that taking a live round and it being stopped by your bullet-proof hoodie don't hurt. It does. It bruises the area concerned and hurts like hell. But that is part of the job when you are a hero to your neighbourhood, even one that they will probably never realise has helped them.

   Of course, it was not all sunshine and rainbows. Sometime things definitely did not work out. Sometimes even I was at risk and it was all too easy to think I was indestructible.

   Look at the time when I cornered Big Trevor the fellow who used to do the re-ups for the dealers. The man who made sure there was always drugs for their gang to sell.           I saw him go into a shop, one that has not been open in donkey's years by the look of it.

   Shuffling along in my hoodie, trying to look inconspicuous, I follow him in. I had in mind having a little chat with this man. A chat involving me dangling him from a high roof until he gave me the address of his boss.

   To be honest, it did not work out quite that way. Big Trevor went through a door and I followed him.

   What do I find?

   A large room full of people with guns all looking as if they were wolves and I was a fresh spring lamb. Others were coming behind me, I could feel their presence without looking around. There was even one in the far corner with an assault rifle.

   Let me tell you, the room may have been a big one but with so many people it was not wise to loose an automatic rifle in here unless you had some serious skills with that gun. Put that into full auto with a newbie holding it and it could pull to one side and take out half the people in the room.

   This one is going to get hairy was my thoughts. Pistols and knives, well I could deal with them but an automatic rifle, probably in the hands of an amateur, well that sounded dangerous to me.

   I gauged the situation in a second and . . . jumped!

   Just like the rest of me, my legs are strong. I could do a standing jump up to fifteen or twenty feet, higher with a run up.

   I did not do a little leap, I jumped right over their heads. The only thing I had to worry about was not hitting the ceiling. Right across the room I went, not away from them but over them and into the corner. As I went, I dropped a present from the belt under my hoodie.

   It was a flash-bang.

   I doubt you have come into contact with flash-bangs but you might have seen them on the telly. When they go off they let out a blast of light that is blinding, temporarily so, and a bang that sounds like a hundred fireworks in one go.

   They are for shock value. I can tell you, if you are not expecting them, they scare the shit out of you.

   I had my eyes tight shut as I landed on the man with the automatic rifle but still it seemed the light burned through and then there was an almighty boom. The bloke under me was stunned and I grabbed up the rifle and fired it high.

   Suddenly they were all firing, sure I was attacking them. I kept my head down I can tell you. My eyes were open now and when the firing slowed I looked up. Half the people were dead and the rest looked stunned. They had overreacted and in a big way.

   One caught sight of me and put a bullet in my chest, which made me grunt.

   I returned the compliment by making sure the rifle was on full auto and standing and firing in an arc, slowly mowing down the people in the room.

   Too many people in a confined space and it was easy. Of course, they did not like this and some, before they fell, did fire at me but the bullets just bounced off. This only added to their consternation before they went down.

   I would be bruised all over, there could be no doubt of that but I would live, unlike them.

   Of course, the rifle did not take them all down. All too soon it was out of bullets and I had to use my own pistol, headshots all the way.

   I slipped a couple of pistols in my pockets and some spare clips and then had a think. Someone had set a trap, a big trap involving lots of people, a well thought out trap. Now if I was really lucky . . . no they could not be that silly, could they?

   Only one way to find out.

   At the rear of the building was a fire door. I disconnected it from the fire alarm and kicked it down. The whole door fell out of its hinges the kick was so strong. I then jumped up to the top of the building and slid along its roof.

   I was right. There was a car waiting out front, an expensive car. It had to be, the boss's car.

   Slipping off the side of the building I came up behind the car . . . and lifted the rear end until it was vertical. I shook it a bit, hearing them cry out inside of the car. At least one of them seemed to recover however, at a least a bit, as bullets started to fly through the car and towards me.

   It made me jump I can tell you. I had not been expecting that. I dropped the car I was so startled.

   It was as well I did, a stray shot must have hit something in the engine as petrol was streaming out onto the road around the car. I backed right off, bullets are no problem but petrol and flames, well they could hurt!

   No flames yet, just petrol and a monstrously large man getting out of the car with a shotgun in his hands. He was grinning. I think this one was actually enjoying how it was playing out.

   "Shoot him in the head Ron, he might be wearing a bullet proof vest under that." This was from a suit getting out of the passenger side of the car.

   Expensive suit he was wearing too, chunky gold ring on his finger and a gold medallion to boot. Yes, this was the boss.

   Ron got two shots in the head from the pistol I had picked up in the shop. Just like I had been taught. Tap, tap!

   I turned to the boss and aimed at his left knee and fired.

   Click!

   Dead-man's click, out of ammo.

   The boss thought so too, that without that gun I was a dead man. He had a massive smile on his face. A massive smile and a large automatic pistol, a big silver shiny one.

   Come at me, closer, closer than that, I was thinking. I needed him within about ten foot. And come at me he did but stopped at fifteen feet away, still with that idiotic smile on his face. He knew he had won. He knew he was the victor here.

   I had to try it but it would be risky, bloody risky if he went for a head shot.

   I had other pistols but even though I was lightning fast he could still have me in the time it took me to draw one from a pocket.

   It would have to be the 'Shadow' move. Easy enough if you are pumped up and less than ten feet from your assailant but this was not the case. This muppet was fifteen feet away and it would be risky.

   My adrenaline was high though, I was almost swooning with the blood pumping so fast through my body.

   I tried it and was behind him as he shot the pistol in front of him.

   The 'Shadow' move is moving so fast you are like a blur, part leap, part run and only a move a high adrenaline Super-Soldier could make. The amazing speed given by the superpower was what made it even remotely possible.

   That boss had been shooting at my blur. I hit him on the back of the neck with my pistol butt. I put him in his car and walked back away. A single shot ignited the petrol and his car seemed to lift into the air with the blast as it hit the petrol tank.

   I quickly went back to the shop, left a fluffy green dragon on the floor and left the area.

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~A/N - Here is the Masterpost of my tickle fanfics! If they were written on my old account I have reposted them here but also linked the old post (labelled old) so that I can still keep all the old tags and comments that you guys have left on them ^^

Here's my Fandom List so you guys know what I'm super into at the moment. Requesting outside of that list is ok, just means I may or may not accept the prompt :D

Fandoms I have written fics for are: BROOKLYN 99 // DAREDEVIL // DC // HEARTSTOPPER // MARVEL // MERLIN // MOON KNIGHT // RED, WHITE, AND ROYAL BLUE // SANDERS SIDES // SUPERNATURAL // STRANGER THINGS //TORCHWOOD

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2K18: SHENANIGANS - Marvel // Tony and Steve and Bucky (Old Link)

2K19: NEVER RUN OFF ALONE - (Old) Doctor Who // Nyssa and 5 (Old Link)

2K22 (Part 1): THE DEVIL’S IN THE DETAILS - Lucifer // Lucifer x Chloe (Old Link)

2K22 (Part 2): COSQUILLAS NAVIDAD - Moon Knight //Jake and Marc and Steven (Old Link) 

2k23: GUNPOWDER, TREASON, AND PLOT - Red White and Royal Blue // Alex x Nick (Old Link)

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TICKLETOBER 2022 MASTERPOST (Old)

TICKLETOBER 2023 MASTERPOST (Old)

TICKLETOBER 2024 MASTERPOST

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Brooklyn 99:

FINDING A MOTIVE: (Old)

Jake is struggling with getting paperwork done, and it seems nobody can find a way to help. Luckily Gina remembers something from their childhood that works wonders, and the team jump straight into action.

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Marvel - Daredevil:

GOOD VIBRATIONS: (Old)

After a particularly nasty fight as the Daredevil, Matt needs to rest up. Thankfully, Foggy is there to make sure he does.

BLIND MAN’S BLUFF: (Old) Prompt Fic, Mini Fic

Matt is convinced he doesn’t giggle. Foggy is here to prove otherwise.

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DC:

NEW DISCOVERIES: (Old) (wonder woman 1984)

With Steve’s new body, there’s bound to be some new discoveries for him and Diana.

WHEN BATS HUM (Old): (Superbat) Prompt Fic, Mini Fic

Superman tries to get Batman to relax…

BICEPS? REALLY?: (Superbat), Prompt(s) Fic

Superman accidentally stumbles across a rather odd ticklish spot on Batman. Of course, he can't let the opportunity to fluster his partner slip through his fingers.

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Doctor Who:

DONNA, HUMAN, YES:

A friendly argument between Donna and The Doctor turns into a reveal of one of the Time Lord's biggest weaknesses.

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Heartstopper:

GIGGLES IN THE DARK (Old):

Charlie’s 17th birthday takes on an interesting twist when Tao adds a new rule to Laser Tag

LET’S PLAY A GAME (Old): Prompt Fic

There was nothing Nick loved more than teasing his boyfriend. And what better way than a game he could never win.

ALL’S FAIR IN LOVE AND WAR (Old): Prompt Fic

A sleepover-turned-pillowfight-turned-ticklefight filled with love, betrayal, and lots of giggles.

A GOOD TURN NEVER GOES UNPUNISHED (Old): Prompt Fic

Nick tries to give his hoodie to Charlie, but gets stuck taking it off…

RUGBY LAD’S REVENGE (Old): Prompt Fic

After Charlie’s been teasing him the whole day, Nick decides to exact his revenge the moment they get home.

INNOCENT UNTIL PROVEN GUILTY (Old): Prompt Fic

Charlie oh-so-rudely interrupts a cuddle sesh with his laughter, and Nick definitely has absolutely nothing to do with it…

RUN BOY RUN (Old): Prompt Fic

Despite knowing Charlie is a fantastic runner, Nick still provokes his boyfriend into a chase.

FROM JOCK TO JELLY (Old):Prompt Fic

Nick is nearly impossible for Charlie to pin, unless tickling is involved…

PROVING A POINT (Old): Prompt Fic

Nick and Tao wreck Charlie to prove who is his best tickler.

DETHRONING THE KING (Old): Prompt Fic

Nick gets a little too cocky during a rugby practice session, so the boys show Charlie the best way to take him down a notch.

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Marvel - Into/Across The Spiderverse:

THAT'S CHEATING:

During a training session, it's revealed that Miles is ticklish. Pavitr thoroughly enjoys the experience, and just when Miles thought it couldn't get worse, Miguel decides he wants to wrestle him. Surely Miguel wouldn't use Miles' weakness against him, right?

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Marvel - Avengers/Stucky/MCU Spiderman:

YOU GOTTA SMILE ON YOUR BIRTHDAY (Old) :

Steve and Bucky are playing cards, when Bucky realises tonight is a very special night…

LABRADOR (Old):

Turns out that, although Cap can’t get drunk, HYDRA weren’t so thoughtful to Bucky.

DISTRACTIONS (Old):

Steve takes school very seriously. A little too seriously, in Bucky’s opinion. (Kinda Highschool AU but also kinda just young Stucky?)

SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT! (Old): Rewritten After Accidental Deletion

When a sparring match between Spiderman and Mysterio goes awry, a very sensitive secret is revealed about our favourite web-slinging superhero…

MONOPOLY MADNESS (Old): Reader Fic

You can’t help calling the Avengers by their super names, so Steve decides to take matters into his own hands and helps jog your memory. 

HOW THE TABLES HAVE TURNED (Old):

Steve realises that, now that he’s all superhuman, he can overpower Bucky quite easily. Unfortunately for Buck, Steve’s keen on some revenge from when they were kids. 

SUMMER LOVIN’ (Old): Prompt Fic

Steve’s grumpy, and Bucky is tired of it. Pity they can’t keep the noise down… 

CLASH OF THE (TICKLISH) TITANS (Old): Prompt Fic

Bucky and Steve can’t decide who the stronger superhuman is, so Sam helps them out by testing out one of their biggest weaknesses.

A SMALL PRICE TO PAY (Old): Prompt Fic, Reader Fic

You’ve been ‘borrowing’ things from Thor and Tony for quite some time now, but they’ve found your little stash. You’d better run!

THE CYCLONE (Old): Prompt Fic

When Bucky forces Steve to line up for The Cyclone at Coney Island, Steve is scared shitless. Thankfully, his best friend is there to distract him. 

COMING FULL CIRCLE (Old): Sequel Fic

Now that Bucky is superhuman too, Steve doesn’t stand a chance. 

THERE’S THAT SMILE (Old): Reader Fic

Exams are terrifying… Thankfully you’ve got some lovely superpeople to help you out.

STRESSED OUT (Old): Prompt Fic, Reader Fic

You’ve been studying relentlessly for an upcoming maths test, and you’re really starting to feel the stress. Thankfully, Tony is here to help. 

YOU CAN RUN (Old): Prompt Fic, Reader Fic

After teasing Thor, Steve, and Bucky for days, you finally get them to crack and give you exactly what you deserve. 

DON’T STOP BELIEVING (Old):

Steve is being an absolute little shit to Thor and Bucky, so they give him exactly what he deserved. 

GIGGLES (Old): Sequel Fic

Steve tells Bucky he likes being tickled, and gets absolutely wrecked as a result. Just good old Stucky tickle fluff!

YOU REALLY WANNA DO THAT? (Old): Reader Fic

You decide it’s a great idea to tease two of your favourite superheroes… I think you know what happens next. 

I KNOW YOU LIKE THIS (Old): Prompt Fic, Mini Fic

Peter pushes Bucky’s buttons a little too far, so he decides to wreck the friendly neighbourhood superhero in the best way possible.

SQUEALS, SPARKS, AND SPIDERMAN (Old): Prompt Fic

After Peter messes with Doctor Strange’s spell, he discovers a very interesting piece of information about his resident Wizard.

I’M NOT TICKLISH (Old): Prompt Fic, Mini Fic

Steve isn’t ticklish. Not at all. Of course, Bucky disagrees.

GIGGLE (Old): Prompt Fic

Bucky pokes Steve and hears a very cute noise. So, of course, he makes him do it again. And again. and agai-

WITH GREAT POWER COMES GREAT CHRISTMAS LIGHTS (Old): Christmas Fic

Peter loves decorating the compound for the festive season, but when he ends up tangled in the lights some of the others decide to have some fun.

EVERY HERO HAS AN ACHILLES HEEL (Old): Prompt Fic

Peter enlists Bucky’s help to fix a grumpy Steve, and he has a rather entertaining way of doing it

HOW DO YOU FIGHT IN THAT?: Prompt Fic

Stephen invites Tony to watch his training at Kamar-Taj, but Tony can't help but wonder how Stephen trains in such bulky clothing...

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Merlin:

NEVER TEASE A TIRED KING (Old):

Merlin refuses to get off an exhausted Arthur’s bed… Bad Idea.

SHUT UP MERLIN:

Arthur learns the hard way that Merlin is very talented in the art of revenge after the king gets stuck wrapped in the drapes of his bed.

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Marvel - Moon Knight:

OUT OF CONTROL (Old):

Marc is sick of being stuck on the other side, and wants control. Luckily, he discovers a pretty interesting way to get it.

ANYTHING YOU CAN DO, I CAN DO BETTER (Old):Reader Fic

Never get between Marc and Steven’s competitions, you never know what the consequences could be.

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Red, White, and Royal Blue:

WAKING UP NEXT TO YOU:

Henry unconsciously steals the blankets in the middle of the night and refuses to return them, forcing Alex to get creative to get them back.

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Sanders Sides:

COLD HANDS, WARM HEART (Old):

When Virgil decides to steal Logan’s blanket, it certainly doesn’t go unpunished…

HEY, YOU OK? (Old):

It’s the middle of the night, and Virgil’s mind is tormenting him with some seriously scary thoughts. Thankfully, Roman is there to calm him down and help him get some much needed sleep.

(TW: INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS, SU*C*DE, AND GENERAL BAD TIMES)

IN THE AIR TONIGHT (Old):

Roman and Patton have a cruel way to tease Virgil.

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Supernatural:

A CURE FOR A NIGHTMARE (Old) : Reader Fic

You’ve been having nightmares for days, ever since you were captured and tortured for information on the whereabouts of the Winchesters. Thankfully, the Brothers in question have a pretty good remedy for bad dreams.

A GOOD DISTRACTION: Reader Fic, Prompt Fic

After what felt like a particularly poor performance training with your brothers, you're feeling pretty shitty. Luckily, your brothers know how to calm you down and get you back to your usual upbeat self.

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Stranger Things:

MUSIC TO MY EARS: (this is technically a tickletober2023 fic but shhh) Eddie hears Steve laugh properly for the first time and is OBSESSED so of course he has to hear more.

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Torchwood:

YOU’RE ADORABLE (Old):

Ianto’s been acting a little strange recently, and it doesn’t take long for Jack to figure out why.

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[tomboyyyaoi]

stampede saturday means stampede thoughts so here they are for week 7!

growing worried abt what the writers r gnna do w livio, i got baited i cant lie but i am making a lot of "hmm" noises into what theyr implying

meryl n rob lying abt being from an outlaw magazine so the bad lads dont kill them then vash making his presence known by absolutely mowing thru them was MUCH needed comedic relief, rob was good in this ep as well i love when he gets all pathetic and whiney its good

finally some acknowledgement for how meryl dropped tonis lol, i like that its actually affecting her n pushing her motivation a bit, good stuff

wolfwood n vash holding up the canon on their own (ig w the help of the anchors) was so stupid i cant lie but i like that level of silliness a bit. it made me giggle.

nick huffing about "im nicholas the punisher! im the punisher" was rlly funny. i get he (believes he) just watched his brother off himself but it came across as him psyching himself up n it made me laugh

lots of Anime Logic this ep too it got a good haha and teehee out of me. i love the excitement of watching physically impossible shenanigans for the sake of saving the day. im here for it

THE PLANT!!!!! the plants r lookin so freaky im here for it i love their spindly fingers and the veins. omg the pattern on vashs face at the end and meryls reaction. wow. glorious she looked horrified.

loving the gang finding out hes a plant not thru some horriffic tragedy this time but walking in on him having brainsex with one then him turning around with the patterns on his face and passing out. thats good shit.

the arm cracking and fizzling is making me so desperate for an arm upgrade PLEASE get rid of that clunky chunky thing it must be so inconvenient to lug around

bad lads just showed up. stole shit n left they were rlly a non-problem. wish they did a bit more im struggling to see why they were even there unless it was to be a distraction and general nuisance to the eye of michael's plan/the gang trying to stop it

meryls big watery eyes when she was trying not to cry. wiping my screen. wiping her tears

o shit act 2 is over now! maybe the pacing will finally slow down a bit with next weeks flashback ep

zazie pullin the bug out their mouth was DISGUSTING i loved it

do u think vash gets the plant patrerns on his di

anyway tune in next week for more of my super special post-stampede brain vomit!

[agentnico]

Juror #2 (2024) review

Should have been titled 12 Angry Men 2: Now It’s Personal. C’mon Warner Bros, sort your marketing out!

Plot: A juror for a high-profile murder trial finds himself struggling with a serious moral dilemma that could influence the verdict and potentially convict, or free, the accused killer.

I feel oddly special for managing to seek this one out at the cinema, as in the US seemingly hardly anyone is able to watch it as studio Warner Bros are burying this movie completely, only showcasing it in 50 screens in the country. Granted I am in the UK and here the film has had a proper release, but still I liked to see it as if I’ve been able to attain the unattainable fruit. Especially as this may be the final film directed by Hollywood legend Clint Eastwood, and yet no one is talking about this movie! Truly baffling, especially as this is a genuinely engaging piece of courtroom drama, and very much a perfect “dad movie”.

Taking inspiration from the likes of Anatomy of a Murder and 12 Angry Men, with the latter even references through straight up imagery copy as Nicholas Hoult stands in the jury room staring out through the blinds of the window like Henry Fonda did in 12 Angry Men when he is first introduced. Only difference is while Fonda’s juror was simply trying to act in the name of justice and doing the right thing, in Juror #2 the main character played by Nicholas Hoult is intent on doing the same thing, expect for the reason behind is that maybe, just maybe he is actually the murderer himself. It’s an interesting spin on the classic courtroom thriller genre, and one that Eastwood manages to unravel in a very well paced and enticing way.

The performances are all great across the board. Nicholas Hoult showcases a lot of emotion through his expressions, especially with his inner conflict of wanting to do the right thing whilst also saving his own skin, whilst also balancing his responsibility of building a new family. Zoey Deutch as his pregnant wife is a solid counterpart, and the extra gravitas with them having lost their first child added that extra layer to the relationship. Toni Collette enjoying a little About a Boy reunion there I see with Hoult, but she delivers a strong turn as a lawyer on the case who’s also an election candidate. Then JK Simmons does his usual shtick and also OMG Kiefer is in this?! I bloody love Kiefer! What a lad! Glad he’s in this, even though he doesn’t get to do much, but he’s always welcome.

Juror #2 is very sturdy, very classical stuff, a tale of moral suspense. Feels like it could have been made 75 years ago, in the best way. It of course isn’t Clint Eastwood’s best work, but it’s perfectly reliable and intelligent entertainment that had me engaged throughout, due to its great concept and execution. There are a couple of silly moments such as when Toni Collette’s lawyer googles the wife’s name + “husband” and multiple photos of them together showed up, cause that’s definitely how Google Images work! Or how Nicholas Hoult acts super shifty throughout that even a blind man would suspect something. But look, I’m not here to knit-pick - I had a good time! It’s real old-school, so again, get your dad to watch it - he’ll have a ball!

Overall score: 7/10

[fanfic-recs-01]

Spiderlad Fics

This is a list of Peter Parker/Harley Keener fics I like on AO3, if you have any recs for me feel free to send me some!

Updated 11/2/24

New Protocols by mg3000 *Finished*

~Peter Parker was nervous.

Like really really incredibly nervous. Like, upset stomach, pacing the room, haven’t eaten all day nervous.

And why, you may ask, was Peter so nervous that he would be genuinely concerned about bringing up his lunch had he been able to eat in the first place?

Well, it was because Mr. Stark was currently on his way back from the airport picking up Peter’s replacement.~

(After)life of the Party by orphan_account  *Finished*

~Whatever bakery Tony went to was probably designer. But they had to have messed up with the cake somewhere, because as soon as Peter swallowed the cake, fire seared the back of his throat, like he’d swallowed acid. His vision blurred and he started coughing. A lot.~

Honorary Cheeseburgers by lavenderlotion *Finished*

~He has no idea what’s going on around them nor does he care, not when Peter is staring up at him from under his lashes and sucking on his bottom lip. “C’mon, Pete. From what I’ve heard, I think we’d get on great, and that was before I knew you were so damn gorgeous.”~

Sugar Daddies? by Jos_lynn  *Finished*

~5 times the students of Midtown High believe that Peter has a Sugar daddy and the 1 time that proves he doesn't~

it's always who is spider-man, never how is spider-man by i_regret_thatpersonalityquiz *Finished*

~"Stay?"

Peter finally looked down to see Harley Fucking Keener, Iron Lad, the boy who had caused his shoulder to be throbbing all night, looking away with a slight tint to his cheeks. Peter opened and closed his mouth, no sound coming out.

And he sat back down~

shoulda worn a clean shirt by Bundibird *Finished*

~(Or: Peter is a disaster bi, and really so is Harley, but at least Harley has his shit together enough to ask Peter out on a date the second he meets him. Meanwhile, Tony is suddenly certain that by introducing these two, he's just triggered the apocalypse.)~

Meetings Galore by RandyQueen  *Finished*

~“I am so sorry about this,” he said before he planted his lips on Peter’s.

Peter Parker despised his roommate's party-throwing habits until a gorgeous guy lands in his lap. Literally.~

Replaced by amywooIner *Finished*

~Peter comes back after the snap and has a little bit of a breakdown when he thinks Tony has replaced him.~

Forgotten Assignment by Lydia_Phantom *Finished*

~Peter had been working on his assignment for a week, it was just his luck that he forgot it in his room. Luckily, Mr. Harrington allowed him to call for someone to bring it to him. The only problem? Peter must call Harley during the class. On a speaker~

No Such Thing As Too Young by pandaluna *Finished*

When Spider-man tells the world his age by force, things change. Apparently people, mostly the adult supderheroes, don't like the idea of a teenager fighting criminals. When they try to talk him down they don't have any idea what chain reaction this would start.

a rainbow doesn’t always have a pot of gold by Scarlettprin *Finished*

~Harley shows up on Tony's doorstep. No one knows why, the kid doesn't want to talk. Unless he's talking to one Mr. Parker. Maybe his walls are finally coming down.~

Darling I'm a Mess by angel_berry *Finished*

~Harley's kinda mad. Flying out to meet with Tony Stark, for an internship is nothing short of great. However, not being told that he would be meeting a super cute guy, and working with said super cute guy? Not cool. Harley's kinda mad... but it's okay.

It's okay, because he met Peter.~

Please tell me he's single by Midnightbluejay *Finished*

~Harley Keener is visiting Tony and is gonna spend his summer in New York, and when he gets there he meets Tony's "intern" and this might be his best summer yet.~

I'm A Fool For You by RedRidingStiles  *Finished*

~Or the five times Peter Parker makes a fool of himself in front of Harley Keener and the one time Spiderman does~

equal opposite reactions by volantium *Finished*

~The first time Peter meets Harley Keener, it’s entirely by accident.

He’s in the communal office space all the TA's share, two hours after he planned on leaving, stuck doing paperwork when this guy walks in.

Walk probably isn’t the best description—he barges in with a cup of coffee and two binders in one hand, phone in the other, shouldering the door open like he has a personal vendetta against it.

“Uh, hi,” Peter says, almost at a loss for words. “I’m Peter.”~

if we're just friends, someone else might love you too by gyuhyucks *Finished*

[ or in which Peter misunderstands, Harley is confused, and they finally address this thing™ between them. ]

[bungandmunchpi]

Sorry now that I've started New York Posting I can't stop but:

Little Tonys wishlist I wrote in a fugue state last night! Just centered around the shows I saw in person.

Stereophonic: it's gonna get in everywhere I think and probably sweep BUT all the actors are in Featured Actor in a Play and it's slowly killing me. I think Sarah Pidgeon's definitely getting in, maybe Juliana Canfield, and I think at least one of Tom Pecinka, Eli Gelb, and Will Brill are getting in. I thought before that they might bump Sarah and Tom up to lead, but now they're all in Featured it's really interesting/stressful (delete as appropriate). Previously I would have said Eli gets in and maybe Will, and Tom can mix it with the big lads, but now I'm wondering if Tom gets in just because Peter is almost the biggest role in the show, and then probably Eli because he already has another nom (can't remember which awards body it is, sorry). I think Eli and Will both getting in and not Tom would be super harsh, but I wouldn't be surprised if that did happen. Would love Will Butler to get into Score too, and I'm feeling reasonably optimistic about that!

Merrily: again it's getting in everywhere and probably sweeping. I wouldn't be shocked if all three leads won in the end: Groff Lead, and Lindsay Mendez and Daniel Radcliffe both Featured. I'm not super familiar with how stacked Featured is for Musicals, but I think Krystal Joy Brown and Katie Rose Clarke are both fab so would love if one of them snuck in. I also saw someone talking about Reg Rogers getting into Featured if the nominators really go for Merrily, which would be fun, but I have a feeling Featured Actor in a Musical is gonna be too busy, particularly since Illinoise haven't got anyone in Lead.

Enemy of the People: Strong's getting in and I would say probably the frontrunner for Lead? I think it's getting in for Revival too but I think Sam Gold might be on slightly shaky ground, which I'd say is fair given how strong Director of a Play is this year. I think Imperioli too, but I'd love there to be space for Caleb Eberhardt, although I can't imagine there will be.

Appropriate: again super strong, I think it's going to get a whole bunch of nominations. Lead Actress is a barnburner this year: Paulson v Lange v McAdams is going to be such a good race, and I think the general consensus is that the production is the runaway favourite for Revival, which is great. Featured Actor in a Play haunts me: everyone seems to be predicting Corey Stoll and not Michael Esper, but yesterday Time Out New York had Esper in their own picks (not predictions), and he got a Drama Desk nom and Corey Stoll didn't. I'm crossing every single digit I have that this holds out and we get Michael Esper Tony nominee! He's one of my favourite actors and (bias aside) I think he's so fantastic in Appropriate, and the more deserving of the two (sorry Corey).

Side note: didn't get to see Days of Wine and Roses as it had CLOSED by the time I got to NYC (I'm looking at you, everyone who didn't buy tickets), but Brian and Kelli are locks for Lead, and I'd love it to get in in Musical and Score. I think Brian v Groff and Kelli v everyone else are going to be very interesting races!!

[datcloudboi]

List of video games turning 20 years old in 2023:

Advance Wars 2: Black Hole Rising

Alien Versus Predator: Extinction

Amplitude (an early rhythm game from Harmonix, the creators of Rock Band)

Ape Escape 2

Aquaman: Battle for Atlantis (the Superman 64 for Aquaman)

Arc the Lad: Twilight of the Spirits

Banjo-Kazooie: Grunty's Revenge

Batman: Dark Tomorrow (the Superman 64 for Batman)

Beyond Good and Evil

Bloody Roar 4 (the last game in the series to release)

Boktai: The Sun is in Your Hand (a very unique action RPG from Metal Gear creator Hideo Kojima)

Brute Force

Call of Duty (the very first one)

Castlevania: Aria of Sorrow

Crimson Skies: High Road to Revenge

Dark Cloud 2

Deus Ex: Invisible War

Devil May Cry 2

Dino Crisis 3 (C'mon, Capcom, do another one)

Disaster Report

Disgaea: Hour of Darkness

Dragon Ball Z: The Legacy of Goku II

Drake of the 99 Dragons

Dynasty Warriors 4

Enter the Matrix

Eve Online

Fatal Frame II: Crimson Butterfly

Final Fantasy Tactics Advance (my personal favorite TRPG)

Final Fantasy X-2

Final Fantasy XI Online (in the States. Also the first MMO in the series)

Fire Emblem: The Blazing Blade (the first Fire Emblem game to release in the States)

Freedom Fighters

Freelancer

F-Zero GX

The Getaway

Golden Sun: The Lost Age

Grabbed by the Ghoulies (the first game developed by Rare after being acquired by Xbox)

.hack//Infection

.hack//Mutation

.hack//Outbreak (yep, three .hack games were released in a single year)

Homeworld 2

Ikaruga (the most video game-ass video game that ever video game'd)

Jak II

Jurassic Park: Operation Genesis

Kirby: Air Ride

Legacy of Kain: Defiance (the last game in the series to release)

The Legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker

Lost Kingdoms II

Manhunt

Mario & Luigi: Superstar Saga

Mario Golf: Toadstool Tour

Mario Kart: Double Dash!!

Mario Party 5

Max Payne 2: The Fall of Max Payne

Medal of Honor: Rising Sun

Mega Man & Bass (was originally a Sega Saturn exclusive that only released in Japan. It released over in the States on the GBA.)

Mega Man Battle Network 3

Mega Man X7

Mega Man Zero 2

Metal Arms: Glitch in the System

Midnight Club II

Need for Speed: Underground

Otogi: Myth of Demons (an early SoulsBorne-like game from From Software)

Panzer Dragoon Orta

P.N.03

Pokémon Ruby/Sapphire (in the States)

Postal 2

Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time

Ratchet & Clank: Going Commando

Rayman 3: Hoodlum Havoc

Rise of Nations

Robocop (the Superman 64 for Robocop)

Silent Hill 3

The Simpsons: Hit & Run

Sonic Advance 2

SoulCalibur II (the console versions)

Sphinx and the Cursed Mummy

Spongebob Squarepants: Battle for Bikini Bottom

Star Wars: Galaxies

Star Wars: Jedi Knight - Jedi Academy

Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic

Super Mario Advance 4: Super Mario Bros. 3 (a remake of Super Mario Bros. 3 for the GBA)

Tak and the Power of Juju

1080° Avalanche

Tenchu: Wrath of Heaven

Tomb Raider: The Angel of Darkness

Tony Hawk’s Underground

Toontown Online

True Crime: Streets of LA (Activision's attempt at a GTA clone)

Unlimited SaGa

Unreal II: The Awakening

Viewtiful Joe

Virtua Fighter 4: Evolution

Warcraft III: The Frozen Throne (the last Warcraft game before WoW)

Wario World

WarioWare, Inc.: Mega MicroGame$!

Xenosaga Episode I: Der Wille zur Macht (The Will to Power)

XIII

Zone of the Enders: The 2nd Runner

[hiccupscloud-26]

Hicvember Day 1: Halloween

Hey all! Here's my first entry for hicvember 2024! I already know I'm probably not going to be able to complete the full list, so I've decided to combine a few of the prompts together randomly, lol.

Here are all the characters that appear in this hic fic. I really need to update that one with Indy's name. Including a super super rough draft of Calypso, Kai, and Lai's Halloween costumes

And now, without further ado...Enjoy!

Hicvember prompts used: Halloween/Embarrassed

Content Warnings

Hiccups

Embarrassment

Slight teasing

Annoyance of hiccups

“You look ridiculous,” Calypso snorted at her girlfriend. “Is this seriously what mortals do when celebrating Halloween?”

Kai rolled their eyes and posed in her Ch.at N.oir costume, “yes, now can you please change to match our theme? You'll make Lai upset.”

Lai, dressed up as Viperi.an, couldn't help the puppy eyes he'd given Calypso. Without another word, she stomped to their bedroom and changed into her chosen costume.

Lai looked at Kai quizzically and the taller one gently ruffled his hair, “don't you worry about us, sprout. We're fine, this party's gonna be great.”

The angel nodded in agreement as Kai headed to the snack bowl. Having organized this whole party, they'd kinda forgotten about eating. She grabbed a handful of hard pretzels and stuffed them into her mouth. As she quickly swallowed them down, the doorbell rang.

“Ooh, our first guest, I'll get it!” Kai called and headed over to the door.

When she opened it, they spotted Calliope and Indyko, dressed as Polym.ouse and Minota.urox respectively. Kai smiled, ready to greet them when a loud *HUUCK!* popped up and she covered her mouth, all confidence crumbling.

She could still salvage this. She cleared her throat, “sorry about that, lovebirds.~” Okay, so far so good…maybe it was only a single. “wel-*CUH!*-me-” Never mind…

“Excited to see us, bestie?” Calliope jokingly teased her.

“Ugh, why noooo-*HUCK'UH!*-oow?” Kai whined dramatically. “I have a party to ho-*KOLP!*-host.”

“Alright, I'm in my cos…tume,” Calypso paused as she saw an unrecognizable look on Kai's face as well as their body posture. She hurried over to her usually confident girlfriend and placed a hand on her back, “Kai? What's wrong?”

Kai startled and looked down at their partner, a blush dusting their cheeks. She couldn't hold eye contact and she was slouched, trying to make herself look smaller.

They whispered to Kai, “I got the *HICK'M!*” she blushed even more and covered her face.

Kai covered up a snort, “aww, really? This is what shambles your confidence? Hiccups?”

Kai whined, “they're embar-*RAH!*-ssing. How am I supp-*OLP*-sed to host a party like thi-*IP!*-is?”

Calliope shook her head as she and Indy finally fully walked inside, “classic Kai, always so dramatic.”

And soon after the two walked in, a bunch of other guests arrived as well, sporting the costumes of many Mira/culous Lad/ybug superheroes and heroines, following the party theme. Kai looked around at all the people they'd invited, their heart dropping to the pits of her stomach.

And then the Halloween music sounded on the various speakers around the place. Confused, Kai turned to see Lai giving her a smile and thumbs up. Kai looked at him confused, but at the next *HUCK!* no one even batted an eye, the music too loud for anyone to notice. Kai sent Lai a smile of gratitude before going into the kitchen to cure her ailment.

Five water drinking minutes later and she still had the hiccups. They were persistent on staying tonight. She groaned, interrupted by another *HUMPK!*.

“Sounds like someone's started early on the drinking.”

Oh shit, she'd been caught. She turned around and saw Melody and Sibylla, the latter clinging to the former's arm.

“Hehe-*HIP!*,” she huffed and looked away, shrinking in on herself again, “yeah, you ca-*HAUP!*‐ght me. How are you ladies doing toni-*HOLP!*-night? Great costumes.”

The two had arrived as the main villains of the series, Melody as May.ura, and Sibylla as Ha.wk Mo.th.

“Alright, had to step away, Siby was getting a bit overwhelmed by the lights and music,” Melody explained.

“Thank you for inviting us,” Sibylla bowed her head properly.

“Of course *HUP!* you two are my favor-ITE lesbians *HICKUP!*-ugh,” Kai wanted a hole to just consume them right then and there.

“They sound really bad,” Melody frowned concerned.

“It's fine *HIP!* just annoyi-*NGK!* and embarrassing and *HIP!HUCK!*...stubborn *HUCKUUUH!*-ugh,” they rubbed their chest, still avoiding eye contact with the two girls.

“Well, have you tried water? Or holding your breath?” Sibylla raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, and those *HULP!* usually work…I du-*HNK!*‐dunno what else to do *HMPK!*,” she whined.

Sibylla walked up to Kai with the most serious face and instructed, “prove it.”

Kai furrowed her brows, dumbfounded, looking at her for the first time, “what?”

“Prove it,” she repeated adamantly, “prove to me you have the hiccups and I'll give you a million dollars.”

“You don't even have that much money,” Kai argued.

“You don't know that,” Sibylla smirked, her moth wings shifting slightly. “Prove it and you'll find out.”

“This'll be easy, it'll be like I won the lotto- oh…they're gone,” Kai felt their chest and didn't feel like they were gonna hiccup anytime soon. “Oh my gosh, you're a miracle worker, Siby! Thank you!”

“Don't thank me, thank the hiccups for having performance anxiety,” Sibylla joked with a straight face as she walked back to her girlfriend and clung to her arm again.

Kai smiled and nodded before heading out to host her party.

Fin

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ULTIMATES #1

DENIZ CAMP (W) • JUAN FRIGERI (A) • Cover by DIKE RUAN

VARIANT COVER BY BRYAN HITCH • ULTIMATE SPECIAL VARIANT COVER BY INHYUK LEE

VARIANT COVER BY RYAN STEGMAN • VIRGIN VARIANT COVER BY RYAN STEGMAN

VARIANT COVER BY JONAS SCHARF • FOIL VARIANT COVER BY IBAN COELLO

THE ULTIMATES RETURN TO GREATNESS!

Spinning out of Jonathan Hickman and Stefano Caselli’s ULTIMATE UNIVERSE #1, rising stars Deniz Camp (CHILDREN OF THE VAULT, 20th Century Men) and Juan Frigeri (INVINCIBLE IRON MAN) assemble an all-new team of ULTIMATES in a series that kicks off the next chapter of the new Ultimate line.

Six months ago, Tony Stark sent Peter Parker a radioactive spider to set him back on the course to become Spider-Man.

Since then, Iron Lad (Stark), Captain America, Doom, Thor and Sif have begun to do the same for other lost heroes, building a network of super-powered heroes hungry for change…

Now they must band together to destroy the Maker’s Council and restore freedom and free will to a world ruled from the shadows!

40 PGS./Rated T+ …$5.99

RETAILERS/CONSUMERS: PLEASE INQUIRE REGARDING FOIL PRICING.

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Stony Sharing A Bed Masterlist

break me down (ao3) - orphan_account M, 1k

Summary: Steve and Tony share a bed on Clint's farm. Tony is horny but Steve refuses to have sex when he's angry.

Come All You Young Lads, and Lay Me Down (ao3) - laudatenium E, 5k

Summary: It wasn’t easy, feeling like this for someone he was barely friends with.

But it wasn’t like life had ever been kind to him.

Don’t Face These Nights Alone (ao3) - navaan T, 5k

Summary: Steve thinks he’s developing a crush, but he’s not yet ready to even consider any more than that, because he and Tony are such good friends now and he wants to cherish that friendship. A little vacation trip teaches him more about Tony – and perhaps that goes both ways.

Hair Triggers and White Knuckle Dreams (ao3) - orphan_account G, 2k

Summary: Stephen Strange knew exactly what he was doing when the he left the Avengers’ shared room one bed short.

(Or, Tony volunteers to share a bed. Steve isn’t too happy about that.)

Heat (ao3) - gracerene E, 1k

Summary: Steve and Tony share a bed and end up getting more than they’d bargained for.

Hold Me ('Til The Morning Comes) (ao3) - tinystark616 E, 5k

Summary: Natasha forces Steve and Tony to share a bed, because she knows that their problem is actually just Unresolved Sexual Tension™.

In the Early Dawn (ao3) - starspangledsprocket M, 3k

Summary: Steve and Tony have to share a bed. They use this as an opportunity to talk. Talking leads to more.

Keeping Company (ao3) - quiet__tiger E, 3k

Summary: It was like Barton was punishing him by making him bunk with Steve. …No, it was totally punishment.

He’d have to thank him later, dammit.

Love Lies Sleeping (ao3) - Scavenge4Dreams M, 24k

Summary: Five times Steve took Tony to bed… and one time Tony came on his own.

Miles to Go (ao3) - CSHfic, VSfic T, 3k

Summary: Tony came to the arctic circle to meet their guide, find an artifact, and sell more issues of Marvels. But when their guide doesn’t show and a blizzard forces him to seek unexpected shelter, Tony hadn’t been prepared for what—or in this case, who—he might find.

The Heart of the Temple (ao3) - CSHfic, VSfic T, 16k

Summary: After an expedition to find an ancient relic goes awry, Tony finds himself magically bound to a Roman soldier who has spent the last two thousand years guarding the temple, and who is now bound to protect him from harm.

Stranger things have certainly happened, but Tony is having a hard time coming up with them now.

The Mutiny (ao3) - madeitsimple E, 9k

Summary: Tony and Steve have to share a bed for a few nights. Of course, things get complicated.

the only thing i ever held sacred (was your name) (ao3) - fleurting T, 1k

Summary: Steve’s an insomniac. Tony sleepwalks.

The Rest of Our Lives (ao3) - Sineala E, 11k

Summary: It’s the next year of the weapons expo, and Steve and Tony are back in Madripoor. Where there is one hotel with vacancies. Which has only one available room. Which has only one bed. Also Batroc is after them again. But that’s not really the important part here.

Tony Stark and the Super Sleeper, or actually, Soldier (ao3) - RurouniHime T, 24k

Summary: The one where Steve keeps falling asleep on Tony.

Trouble Finds Me Easily (ao3) - navaan 

Summary: Sheriff Rogers finds Tony Stark sleeping outside the sheriff’s office and drags him home. Because he’s trying to keep the streets clean and people safe, not because he’s worried about Stark at all or anything.

Wanderer (ao3) - 51stCenturyFox M, 1k

Summary: Tony jerks away like he’s awakened to find himself taunting an alligator with a raw chicken, and almost falls on the floor.“

You sleepwalked,” Steve says, stating the obvious,“into my bed.”

What You're Feeling Right Now Is Called Regret (ao3) - starksgoatee N/R, 1k

Summary: Steve and Tony are at Clint's farm and they have to share a bed.

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Random Kang the Conqueror facts before the Ant Man movie. Kang the Conqueror aka Nathaniel Richards, Iron Lad, Rama-Tut(Egyptian god, moon knight related), Scarlet Centurion and Immortus (older Kang)

Kang the Conqueror is originally from the 31st century(earth-6311) while Ant Man is earth 616, so time traveller(all of u probably know that alr)

He already appeared in Loki, but the one in Loki is actually, as canon as comics can be. Immortus, Immortus is the older version of Kang, who has grown old of conquering.

*probably* the descendant of Reed Richards, that noodle dude at Doctor Strange played by John Krasinki himself, Fantastic four member that has no bones, Mr Fantastic.

Already appeared in Fantastic four 2005, DSMOM and the 2015 one (let's be honest, no one watches the 2015 one, it was more flop than the 2005 one and it's cause I actually liked the 2005 one)

Reed is also said to be super super smart, so yeah. You guessed it. It's in the genes.

BUT

Kang is also rumored to have some sort of connection with Mr.Doom, haven't appeared on any movies yet but in the comics, he is the main antagonist of the Avengers and Fantastic Four.

And since Kang is from way back at the future, his idol as a kid, obviously, is Mr Tony Stark. And as you all know, Tony Stark found the multiverse thing and Kang just continued his legacy(yes, he is that smart!)

It's gone to the point where his other alias is actually Iron Lad. He has the role of iron man in the Young Avengers comic.

So in general, Kang's a real smart guy, and this movie IS about Ant Man, our lovely Scott Lang. But multiverse is literally invented by Kang(found by Tony), and that's why he was at the statue at the Loki series, Immortus's(old Kang) masters are the Time Keepers themselves.

There is so so much to unfold, I couldn't possibly fit it all in one blog. Idk if I'll do more but I think I've posted all the important things(and some bonus stuff as well) needed for the Ant Man.

Hopefully this covers our Kang knowledge before Ant Man, so we can be prepared!

(if you guys need any breakdowns for the other Kang variants, feel free to message me or comment. I've got knowledge now idk what to do with it)