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fullconstellationalt · 4 years ago

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You Weren’t My Mission: Ch. 2

Chapter Two – Making Amends

TW: alcohol, mentions of violence and death

Note: Hello! All chapters will have warnings at the beginning of their content and possible triggers. If you find that I miss any triggers, please let me know and I will add them to the chapter warnings as soon as possible. Thank you! <3

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You stared blankly at the hand in front of you, still attempting to process his mere presence. After a few moments of silence, Bucky nodded and gave a slight grin, resting his extended arm on the edge of the bar.

“Tend to get that reaction,” he chuckled. ･:*:･ﾟ☆

“Tend to get that reaction,” he chuckled. You glanced up, meeting his eyes for the first time since he sat down. A look of worry and sympathy met your own hesitant gaze.

As you held eye contact, your mind reeled through what he’d said, trying to sort out what exactly he meant. Amends? What does he mean ‘make amends’? You didn’t realize that you’d asked your questions aloud in a frantic whisper until the bass of his voice rushed to your ears, making you jump.

“Sorry to startle you. Uh, it’s a part of this whole process I’m going through,” he explained. He paused, waiting for some sort of reaction, but you sat frozen still. “I’ve been meeting with different people that I hurt — no, the Winter Soldier hurt — over the years on Hydra missions. You’re one of the last few names on my list.”

You gave a small nod, eyes darting back to the hand resting against the bar. His list? you wondered. It was then that you noticed how long you’d been holding your breath. You let out a small sigh and briefly closed your eyes, attempting to ground yourself.

“Why?” you asked, shifting your gaze back to his. Your voice was small, barely above a whisper, but he managed to hear you.

Although quiet, your question seemed to grant him some relief from the silence that had been hanging. Taking in a deep breath, he explained, “You were one of the few people who survived Hydra’s attack on The Tribune. I’m sure you know that, though.”

You nodded, mind taking you back to the scene at the hospital in the aftermath of the attack.

Of the forty or so staff members in the office at the time, only six of you had survived. As you laid in your bed at the urgent care clinic, nurses and doctors rushing around you, you kept your eyes pinned on the entrance, praying that more of your coworkers would be wheeled in. After hours of watching from your bed, you came to accept that it was just you six that had made it. You’d lost your best friend and boss. The only person you knew well of the survivors was your boyfriend at the time, who you watched be rushed into the ER as a piece of shrapnel stuck in his side was dangerously close to shrinking that survivor count down to five.

You were snapped back to the present by the clinking of glasses behind the counter, Vincent cleaning up after a party had left.

“Are you going to hurt me?” you asked, meeting Bucky’s gaze once again. He winced at the question, his eyes showing a shimmer of empathy.

“No, I’m not,” he assured you. “I’m actually here to say that-.” He paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. “That it wasn’t me who did those things.”

Confused, you arched your eyebrow, to which he continued.

“I was controlled by Hydra for almost about seventy years. They kidnapped me after an accident in Europe while I was on active duty and brainwashed me, making me into a living weapon. I was the Winter Soldier, they made me an assassin. But I wasn’t me, I had no control over myself.”

You nodded, vaguely familiar with the story. You’d known and read about him as the Winter Soldier, a Hydra assassin. While his pardon signified that there was a difference between Bucky and the Soldier, your memories subconsciously considered them as one.

Bucky’s eyes returned a soft and regretful look, glancing down at his metal arm before holding out his palm between you. You stared at it, eyes running over its ridges and flecks of gold.

“They gave me this, the arm,” he explained. “Well, they gave me the old one. This one’s new, from a friend in Wakanda.” Images of his old silver arm raced, memories of the way his metal fingers firmly gripped his gun, a red star painted on his shoulder.

Your eyes flickered between his dark metal fingertips and his gaze, trying to piece together what any of this meant and why he was here in front of you.

“What do you mean by making amends?” you asked again. He’d given the gist, but you couldn’t understand why he was here or what he wanted from you.

Bucky shifted in his seat, relaxing a bit as he sensed your fear turning into confusion. He delved into explaining the process of his making amends, telling you about the types of people on his list and how he wanted to give people closure. He talked about the memory wipes, the separation between him and the Winter Soldier. You nodded along, mind finally wrapping around the concept when he abruptly stopped his explanation.

“I’ll let you go,” he offered, aware of his intrusion on your evening. “I just wanted to explain, you know,” he paused. “That I’m not that person anymore. Or, I guess, that I never was.”

He glanced at the bar top before pressing his hand against the surface, pushing himself out of his seat and onto his feet.

“Thanks for listening to me. I’m sorry for-“ he glanced at the ground before meeting your gaze again. “For everything.” He turned to leave, straightening his arms and stepping out from between your seats.

Your sudden grasp on his arm startled him, Bucky whipping his head around to face you again. He'd never been able to shake the fight or flight instincts that Hydra had intensified in him.

“You don’t have to go,” you suggested. “I mean, you can, but we can talk about it more.”

Bucky nodded slowly, not used to your reaction. Most people were glad to see him leave. But you wanted to know more.

“I think talking about it could help. You know, with the memories and stuff. Plus, I don’t really want to hate you if it wasn’t you that hurt me,” you explained.

Glancing between your grip on his jacket sleeve and your gaze, he hesitantly sat back down. “What do you want to know?” he asked.

“Do you remember it?” you pressed. You relived the memory each night in your sleep and every day at work for years afterwards. It was only recently that you’d been able to suppress it, sometimes making it a couple of days without acknowledging what had happened. How did he even remember you?

“I remember all of them,” he admitted, a hint of sorrow in his voice.

Wanting to break the tension, you waved Vincent over to your end of the bar and motioned towards Bucky’s empty hand. He ordered a glass of whiskey before turning back to you, a hint of a smirk on his lips. Maybe a drink would loosen him up, you thought, unaware of the serum’s restrictions.

While the alcohol had no effect on him, having the drink in his hands seemed to help him relax. He asked about how you’d been faring in the years since the attack, to which you shared briefly of the recurring nightmares and post-traumatic stress you’d faced. You feared that you’d shared too much, but he nodded along, a sympathetic look in his eyes. You weren’t opening up much but talking about it with him helped.

It wasn’t taking you long to recognize that the man in front of you wasn’t the same man who had eyed you down the barrel of his gun. Although difficult, the eye contact and talking with him helped you make this distinction, as did his understanding and willingness to listen. Even when you were sharing about the effects of the trauma had because of the Winter Soldier, things you knew probably weighed heavily on him, he nodded along and gave you his full attention. You felt comfortable telling Bucky these things, and he seemed comfortable around you; neither of you were fully relaxed, but at least were trying to talk.

“What have you been up to all these years?” you asked. “Since Tony, you know …” Ever since everyone came back from the snap, you’d heard about him from time to time, still referenced to by most news outlets as ‘the Winter Soldier.’ You knew he’d been pardoned and seen pictures of occasional sightings, the metal arm a dead giveaway of his identity, but knew little else. He told you he’d been living in Brooklyn the past few years, to which you were shocked that you’d managed to avoid seeing him for so long.

“I’m surprised we haven’t run into each other until now,” you quipped.

Bucky smiled, but you could see the subtle grimace beneath the expression. “Yeah, I’ve been steering clear of anywhere you’d be,” he admitted. Your eyes widened — how had he known where you were? Where you worked now? “I’ve got people who’ve helped me avoid running into you or anyone else around here,” he explained as though he could read your mind, but offering no further explanation. Truthfully, you didn’t want to know the details.

“Why now? What made you come here tonight?” you asked. It had been nagging you the entire evening — what made him come to see you now?

“I’d heard you come here in the evenings,” he offered, exposing yet another detail you didn’t really wish to know. “Figured I’d give you some time before just showing up, didn’t want to scare you more than I have.”

You nodded, grateful that he hadn’t come sooner. Things had gotten better with the nightmares and flashbacks in the past few months thanks to work getting busier, and if he had come to see you any earlier you would have undoubtably had an instant panic attack. You were admittedly creeped out that he knew you would be here, but given his connections, you guessed that he had intel on nearly whatever information he wanted about anyone. Plus, talking with him had proven fruitful for you, helping you disconnect Bucky Barnes from the Winter Soldier. He didn’t say it, but it helped him too, helping him humanize himself.

Over an hour had passed since he sat down, and your stomach twisted in hunger. You’d had two drinks without eating dinner; it was beyond time for you to go home and eat. As the conversation came to a lull, you shifted to face him fully, looking him in the eye.

“Could we meet again?” you ask hesitantly. “I think it may help me, you know, with processing what happened. Only if you want to, though.”

He paused to consider your proposition and you watched as the wheels in his mind turned, weighing the possible outcomes. A moment passed and the corner of his mouth twitched upwards in a subtle smile. He nodded in approval.

“I’ll come back by soon,” he assured. You nodded and stood up, grabbing your phone and bag before adjusting your shirt, smoothing your hands over your jeans.

“I’ll see you soon, then.” You gave a small nod and did a quick wave to say goodbye, not comfortable with shaking his hand quite yet. While talking to him helped, you weren’t exactly relaxed around him. It was going to take some time for your mind to fully separate him from the man who had threatened your life and ended so many others’.

Fifteen minutes later you were at your front door, fumbling in your bag for your apartment keys. Once inside, you set your bag in its usual spot on the bench in the doorway and walked to the kitchen, opening the fridge to grab the takeout you’d saved from the night before. You dished out your food onto a plate and stuck it in the microwave. As you waited for the timer to go off, you leaned back against the counter.

Besides the sound of the microwave whirring and the occasional honk from the street below, your apartment was completely silent. The silence always gave you time to think, whether for better or worse. Tonight, your mind wandered to the conversations you’d had, running through the details he’d shared and wondering if you’d said too much. Was meeting him again a good idea? Was this really going to help, or were you doing yourself more harm than good?

Just as you began to question yourself, the oven timer rang through the kitchen, making you jump. You grabbed a fork and took your plate from the microwave, walking to your living space to curl up on the couch. Normally you’d put on the news, your mind always focused on work and the need to stay up to date on current events. But tonight, you ate in silence, instead looking out the window at the city street below as your mind wandered back to your interaction with Bucky.

You desperately hoped that this wasn’t a horrible idea.

Next Chapter (Chapter 3 – Adrenaline Rush)

A/N: Thanks for reading chapter 2! I posted both chapters 1 and 2 back-to-back, and am gonna take a little bit to get chapter 3 up but already know where I want for it to go. This is gonna be a bitttt of a slow burn, if you haven't picked up on that yet. Thanks for sticking around!

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visionsofus · 4 years ago

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angsty 29 please? :)

Hi anon! thank you for requesting some angst, I love writing it ☺️

I've done a longer sick fic and an injured fic too but I think it's about time I write another. Hmm, if anyone wants to send a more detailed sick fic prompt I'd be more than happy to provide the angst.

Also just while thinking about this prompt I had an idea for an ‘emergency contact’ fic but Wanda’s on the run and hasn’t seen Vis in a year? She gets into an accident and Vision arrives at the hospital all frantic? Maybe I could write that too.

29. How do they handle disasters or emergencies? Minor injuries? Sickness?

For now, a disaster fic in which the compound is victim of a cyber attack, Vision goes up against it and gets in trouble.

For a second Wanda thought that maybe the power had simply gone out, it was a plausible enough explanation for all the lights suddenly shutting off. But the compound was powered by arc reactors and Wanda knew enough about them to understand they wouldn’t be affected by a power outage.

“Friday?” Wanda called out to the air, suddenly feeling far more alone with the lights out. Tony’s AI did not respond.

Familiar enough with the layout of her room and relying on a shaft of moonlight from the open window, Wanda made it to her door and opened it.

Down the corridor she heard Sam’s door open and a distinct “What the fuck?” emerge. Wanda used the wall to reach him, touching his shoulder once she was near enough.

“What’s going on?” Sam asked.

“I have no idea,” Wanda said and was just able to make out Sam fishing his phone from his jeans.

The screen should have lit up, but it didn’t. “It was fully charged,’ Sam said, confused. Wanda didn’t know what that meant but it certainly couldn’t be good. She raised a hand and summoned forth a ball of red energy, it cast a distorted red haze across the walls around them but was better than nothing.

Walking slowly, they made it down the stairs and into the living room to find that someone had lit some candles where their teammates had gathered together. Tony had a tablet in front of him, but its screen was dark just like Sam’s phone. Everyone was murmuring in concern, looking to Tony for direction.

“—this shouldn’t be happening, even I can’t hack our system, the firewalls are too tight—” Tony was speaking quickly and not acknowledging the concerned whispers of his friends, all attention directed at Vision.

Wanda released her powers and went to Vision’s side instantly. His posture was tight enough for Wanda to tell he was in some sort of pain. It took all her control not to take his hand and syphon that pain off onto herself.

“This is not generic hacking, it’s a targeted cyber-attack.”

Tony stood immediately, a new urgency about his face. Wanda had never seen him look startled, let alone scared. “Vision you have to cut yourself off now!”

But whatever risk Tony’s foresight had identified, it was too late. Vision went rigid and Wanda cried out in panic as she watched him fall to his knees, shoulders trembling as though under a great, invisible weight.

She didn’t hesitate now and threw herself to the floor beside him, both hands on his cheeks. “Vision!”

Every muscle appeared to have pulled taught and his vibranium turned to stone in response to whatever was going on within his mind. Wanda watched on in horror as Vision’s eyes went wide and then blank. Never before had she looked into the synthezoid’s eyes and not recognised him. The blue had gone cold and unwelcoming and it sent a chill down Wanda’s spine.

“Maximoff, get away from him,” Tony said urgently, gesturing for the rest of the team to back away “If they’ve compromised him, they can control him.”

“Bruce, how’s the back-up generator?” Tony cried into a radio.

Bruce Banner’s voice crackled over in response, “Almost done.”

“Wanda, please,” Nat said stepping forward and putting a hand on Wanda’s shoulder to draw her away. She shook it off in frustration and moved her hands higher, placing them at Vision’s temple.

Wanda had delved into Vision’s mind before but only with his permission. Her first few months at the compound, when her nightmares were particularly bad, a touch of the hand from Vision and he’d invite her into his tranquil brain to deter her terror. Occasionally, Vision preferred to use the telepathy rather than speaking aloud, he found it particularly useful when he couldn’t find the words to vocalise a certain feeling. Never before had Wanda been forced to intrude in this way. But as she pressed forward, she found little resistance.

In the real-world Wanda gasped, winded as she was abruptly dragged into Vision’s mind. He pulled her in desperately, only conscious enough to recognise her familiarity.

In her mind’s eye Wanda was in a small, cramped room. There was a window set into one wall with rain streaming down it, though she wasn’t sure how that was possible. Far above she heard the crackle of thunder and further away what might have been a fire alarm. Vision was tucked up on an old armchair, his head tilted to the side and his eyes closed. For a second Wanda’s heart stopped — but no there it was, the tell-tale rise and fall of his chest.

She reached his side instantaneously, her body not fully present. As she did, Vision’s eyes opened, at first panic stricken but relaxing when he saw her.

“Wanda, darling,” Vision said, holding a hand out for her. But Wanda wasn’t really there, and so couldn’t take it.

“Vision, we have to go, you need to wake up,” Wanda said desperately, not sure if she was thinking it or speaking aloud.

In the distance she heard Tony’s voice, but could barely make out what he was saying. You need to get him to go offline, Wanda.

In the seconds that it took her to divert her attention to Tony, she lost her grip with Vision. The space shifted around them and suddenly they were in another room. For a moment she didn’t recognise where they were, after all, she had only been in Avenger’s tower once, two years earlier. The room was frayed round the edges, like it had slipped Vision’s mind, but the centre scene was clear as it had been the night he was created.

Vision stood before his cradle.

“Vision?” Wanda asked hesitantly moving forward. “What’s going on?”

She recalled Tony’s warning.

“You have to go offline,” she said, hoping Vision would know what that meant.

“I cannot.” Vision’s voice echoed when he spoke, as though it were coming from all around her. “I cannot.”

“Why not?” Wanda asked, reaching out to touch him. Forgetting that she had no hand, that she was merely a presence within his head.

“I disconnect myself then that’s it…” Vision’s voice was growing quieter, and beyond it a loud alarm could be heard. “I am of no use without my mind.”

“That’s not true, Vision,” Wanda pleaded.

“Hurry up Maximoff!” Tony sounded fearful.

“Vision, please, switch it off!”

“I am nothing without this.” Vision looked intently at the cradle.

“You are not nothing!” Wanda yelled, her voice almost drowned out by the chorus of alarms now echoing in her head, uncertain if they were from the real world or a product of Vision’s mind. “You are you, even without a direct line to every piece of knowledge known to humanity!”

Certain that her words weren’t having an effect, Wanda reached deeper, beyond words and followed Vision’s example. She let him into her head. Dragged him into the intimate depths where she kept her fondest memories, guarded beyond steel walls so they might never be taken from her. She let him feel how she felt, let him see his friendships with their teammates from her perspective, she let him see exactly how extraordinary she thought him. And for added measure she let him taste the smallest touch of grief she might feel if he was ever taken from her.

Vision in the Avenger’s tower staggered towards the cradle even as Wanda was thrown from his mind. The last thing she saw was him gripping the power source of the cradle and ripping it out.

Back in the physical realm Wanda’s eyes locked on Vision’s, which were familiar once more. There were voices roiling around them as Tony talked about damage control and what they might have lost, but the lights were coming back on and Vision was here, so Wanda drowned it all out.

“It’s so quiet,” Vision whispered, his eyes were unfocused, “so, so quiet.”

“What do I do?” He whispered fearfully.

Wanda was ready when Vision fell forward, catching his shoulders and letting him lean against her. She caressed the back of his head comfortingly. “You’re ok, you’re here,” she whispered as he clung to her. “You’re safe, I’m here.”

I'm so sorry if this sucked I think I've lost all my words recently

(ask me a prompt from this list and I'll give you a drabble - we'll ignore that this was longer than your typical drabble)

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sarah-writes-marvel · 4 years ago

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Without A Scratch: Avengers x gn!Reader

S.S.: Hello, heres another fic. I know Im very inconsistent with writing but Im working on it! Thanks to everyone who likes my posts I really appreciate it!! Hope you like this one!

Warnings: Car crash!!, police officers, medical staff, panic attacks... idk what else, let me know if I missed something!

Word Count: 1,834

* I know it says Avengers x Reader, but it only features Tony, Nat and Bucky.... :)

** Mx: gender neutral for Mrs., Miss, or Mr. jsut an fyi for anybody who doesnt know!

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There was a distant ringing in my ears. The sound of honking horns and brakes screeching to a stop and sirens seemed muffled. The sun seemed brighter than it had been. My body was buzzing with adrenaline and the feeling in my fingers was gone.There was debris amongst the road, pedestrians standing along the road or with one foot out of their car looking over their opened doors.

“Oh my god, are you alright?” a grey-haired woman stopped my wandering, her hands placed on my shoulders. Others stood next to her, barely within my vision through my helmet.

“I think so.” I mumbled, turning around to the wreck that I had just barely escaped with my life. My motorcycle laid in pieces off to the side of the intersection. The car that had run through the red light was wrecked, the front slightly crumpled from impact.

Police cars surround the area, immediately blocking off the road and encouraging pedestrians and drivers to detour. Emergency medical staff jumped from the ambulances, two coming towards where I stood with the older woman, and two to the man who looked unconscious in the front seat.

“Mx, my name is Alex Khan and this is my partner Trey Alpin. Do you know your name?” His voice was urgent and demanding, but not aggressive.

“My name is Y/f/n Y/l/n.” My voice wavered and shock began to overwhelm my senses. My hands grasped at my helmet, struggling to pull it off.

“Hold on, let me help you. We don't want to add insult to injury.” his partner insisted his hands hooking under my helmet and carefully pulling it off of my head.

“Alright Ms. Moon. Can you walk?” and despite it sounding like the dumbest question considering I was standing right in front of them, my knees gave out before giving them an answer. “We’ve got you.”

I turned to the older woman who still stood there with her hand covering her mouth and tears welling in her eyes. “Thank you.” she replied with a simple nod and a reassuring smile before the two paramedics helped me to the back of one of the ambulances at the scene.

“Is the driver alright?” I asked after they sat me on the end of the truck, a shock blanket wrapped around my shoulders.

“Lets focus on you first then we’ll get an update on him for you.” Alex smiled.

Trey stood to the next to him jotting down notes, before setting it to the side as Alex moved to the other ambulance.

“Stare at my finger for me.” he said, holding his index finger in front of my face before shining a light into my eyes, checking for the pupil's reaction. “Good, no concussion.” He said with a reassuring smile.

He wrote it down amongst the other notes on the clipboard before turning back. “Do you mind taking off your gear so I can check for breaks or sprains?” I nodded quietly, shrugging off the shock blanket and tugging at the zipper of the leather jacket covering my top.

“Also do you have someone that you can call?” He asked, filling the silence as I winced pulling my arms from the sleeves.

“I do but my phone was in my bike’s hideaway compartment. So I highly doubt it's functional anymore.” I said, giving a small smile.

“No worries, you can borrow a phone from any of us after I check you over for injuries.”

His hands were cold compared to my burning skin as he ran them down my arms, moving my wrists careful of the road rash across my knuckles that wore through my gloves. “Does that hurt?” I shook my head no as he repeated the same motions on my other arm receiving the same response.

His hands moved to the back of my neck squeezing along the sides of my spine, eliciting a slight wince from me. “Did that hurt?”

“Just a little.”

“Sorry” he pressed his lips together and his eyebrows furrowed. He stepped to the side continuing down my back with one hand without any other trouble. “Just some slight whiplash, nothing major, just be cautious with activities.”

He moved back in front of me, his hands settling on my highest rib, slowly trailing down my sides before I grimaced at the gentle touch he was using. “Sorry” he muttered before continuing.

“So that might be a break or just a crack but you'll have to take a ride with us to get that x-rayed.”

“Uhm, can I actually make my call while you continue to check me over?” I asked quietly, my mind still a little muddled with the fact that I was sitting in the back of an ambulance with a fractured rib being my worst injury.

“Of course.” He pulled his phone from his uniform pocket, unlocking the screen and opening the keypad. “Here you go. I'm just going to run over your legs and then wrap your hands.” I only nod in confirmation as I begin typing in the number.

After a few rings, the line clicked. “Tony Stark who is this and why are you calling me?”

“Tony…” My voice cracked trying to hold back the tears that had begun to form in my eyes.

“Y/n/n? What happened? Friday get a read on the call.” he called to the A.I. frantically.

“I got into a wreck.” I said my voice wavering as tears threatened to spill over “Im at 42nd and 11th.”

“On it.” And with that the call ended, and the panic set in.

“Thanks. Can I get oxygen or something? I- I cant breath.” I say handing Trey his phone back, my hands shaking and my breathing become erratic.

“Yea, of course one second.” He agreed hopping into the truck grabbing a tank and mask, setting up and bringing it back to me. I held the mask over my nose doing my best to take calming breaths as he brought the blanket back over my shoulders.

Commotion amongst the street caused me to open my eyes back up to see Tony in his Ironman suit landing next to the street blocked signs. A black lamborghini pulled up behind him, Bucky and Nat stepping out. It was amusing to watch the police hold their hands out, trying to block the trio from entering into the restricted area, but with a flip of a badge from Nat and a scolding from Tony, they stepped aside.

The trio took a minute analyzing the damage, noting the obliterated bike that belonged to their second youngest Avenger. The plastic and metal spread across the street casting shadows from the flashing red and blue lights. The car that was stopped in the middle of the intersection with the hood crumpled.

“Oh my god, Y/n/n.” Nat was the first to wrap me carefully into a hug. “Are you ok? What happened?” Bucky and Tony stood behind her both with rage in their eyes.

“Some guy ran a red light. I’m ok.” I said casting my gaze to the other ambulance where it seemed that the driver was still unresponsive.

“The only points of concern are thier minor whiplash, the road burns and fractured ribs 5-7 on the left side. I suggest getting an xray to make sure they are only fractures and nothing more and a CT scan for any other internal injuries that I can't diagnose here. I would offer a ride to the hospital but I realize that you will have better medical technology at the Avengers Tower.” Trey listed, smiling at the three Avengers standing there.

“Thank you very much for taking care of her. Apply at Stark Industries, I’ll find a place for you on the medical staff.” Tony smiled.

“Let's get you home.” Bucky spoke quietly, and I agreed adamantly.

“They’ll have to report to one of the police officers before leaving the scene.” Trey reminded us as I grabbed my jacket and helmet.

“Thank you.” Nat said, helping me from my spot. “Can you walk?” I nodded. Setting down the oxygen and dropping the blanket from my shoulders. I gripped onto her hand and pushed against the ambulance bed with the other to get onto my feet.

I took a minute to find my balance, hanging onto Nat for support. Her arm was wrapped around my waist as she helped me walk over to one of the police officers.

“Are you the motorbike rider?”

“Yes sir.” I replied, releasing my grip on Nat, noting that Bucky and Stark were standing closely behind on guard.

“I just have some routine questions for you quickly.” I nodded my head and he began asking the questions.

After the officer finished his follow up he thanked me before Nat began to pull me away from the scene.

“Wait. I asked about the driver of the car. I haven't heard anything.” I stopped turning around to see paramedics surrounding the bed of the other ambulance.

“Honey, don't worry about him. Come on let's get you home.” Nat insisted. I pulled away from her grip stumbling slightly.

“Just because he ran a red light and hit me doesn't make him any less important. I just want to check to make sure he’ll recover.” I argued before making my way over to the commotion.

The paramedics and a few police officers were congregated near the end of the ambulance as I approached. I could hear the orders for medical equipment being called out as I grew closer.

“Excuse me.” I tapped on someone's shoulder.

“Y/n? Why are you still here?” Trey asked once he had turned to see me.

“I asked earlier about the driver. Will he make a recovery?” I asked peaking over his shoulder to watch paramedics lifting the stretcher into the back.

“He’ll make a full recovery. He'll be spending a few years in prison for this though. If you're worried about insurance coverage dont worry. Officers will get that sorted when he's responsive.” Trey explained.

“Oh, I’m not worried about that. I just wanted to make sure he’ll make a recovery. Thank you.” I smiled before turning back to the three Avengers waiting at the police barricade.

“Ready to go?” Bucky asked as I joined them. I simply nodded my head as Nat wrapped her arm around me again leading me to the car.

“Let’s go get you healed up. I heard Cho is working on something with broken bones. Maybe you can be a guinea pig!” Tony exclaimed with a smile.

“As intriguing as that sounds I doubt that I’m stable enough to endure whatever it may be.” I replied as I settled into the front seat of the car.

“Fair enough.” Tony smiled. “Im proud of you ya know. For that little thing you just did. For understanding that his life is still important.”

“I learned from the best.” I looked at the three of them, each having a proud smile across their face.

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S.S: Hope you all liked it!! Again dont be afraid to request. I also realize that alot of my fics seem to have a little (or lot) of angst. Ill try and make some more fluffy fics soon! Thanks for reading!

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athenasbloodyspear · 4 years ago

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Say Something to Stop Me: Chapter 9

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(There’s a double asterisk ** at one point in the story, I recommend playing the song I mention “Every Step You Take” by The Police as you read if that’s your thing! It’s what I wrote the rest of the scene to and I think it just makes it feel like a movie.)

Dr. Cho did end up having to put a few stitches in Bucky’s eyebrow and it turns out he was hiding some nasty bruises under his shirt. He looked like he’d gone through a meat tenderizer. The bullet proof vest he wore kept most of the shots from being fatal, but the smattering of bullet shaped bruises on his chest nearly tore you in two.

You sat in a chair across the room and watched as Helen finished his stitches and felt around on his chest for any broken ribs or potential internal bleeding. You found yourself just staring at him while they ran various diagnostics. He was definitely worse for wear, but he was so unbelievably beautiful that you felt your heart squeeze in your chest.

It was funny, this dynamic between you two. A push and pull that you hadn’t experienced before. It was like when you worked together on missions. When one of you moved, the other adjusted to fill the space you had left. When he had needed your calming touch and level head, you’d been able to provide it for him.

It struck you then, how long you’d been living in a relationship that was only push, no pull. You’d let someone dictate your emotions, your reactions and responses to nearly everything. You had shoved yourself into a box for him, trying to fit exactly how he wanted you.

Bucky let you be exactly how you needed to be in each moment. He stepped in to fill holes and support you where you needed it, but stepped away and let you go when he knew you could stand on your own.

He trusted you.

You trusted him.

You loved him.

After they’d finished, Tony told him to get his ass cleaned up and to bed.

“And I mean sleep Barnes. If you rip those stitches because you can’t keep your hands off her, I won’t let anyone come close them and you’ll have to restitch them yourself.”

You let Bucky rest most of his weight on you as you helped get him back to his room. At this point you knew that there was no risk of Bucky ripping those stitches. He needed sleep badly.

You assisted as he peeled his bloodied pants and boots from his body, then held under his arms as he slowly lowered himself into the bath, being careful to keep his right arm above water. Everytime he winced in pain you felt a sting in your own chest.

He’d be fine, you knew. He healed abnormally fast. That didn’t make the moments of his pain hurt any less to watch.

After he’d finally lowered himself into the steaming water, you’d told him to lay back and relax while you rinsed and lathered his hair and scrubbed at his neck and chest to remove the layers of sweat and dried blood. Then you’d gotten him dried off and dressed in pajamas before helping him curl up in his bed.

He was asleep before you could even pull the covers up to tuck him in.

~0~

The next few weeks passed quietly. Sam was mostly bed ridden, so you and Bucky spent a lot of time in his room generally bothering him and making him wish he could heal faster just so he could get away from you both and your endless supplies of one-liners.

One night, you both helped him make the long trip to the common area under the guise of a change in scenery. Really, Peter wanted to keep watching the Fast and Furious movies and making Sam watch his least favorite movies when he didn’t have the ability to leave on his own was hilarious.

Were you terrible people? Maybe.

Sam did admit he would have done the same thing if given the chance.

Pretty much everyone joined in. Steve had helped Nat up from her room. She was in much better shape than Sam and was pretty much 100%, but Steve stayed close to her most days claiming that just because she seemed better didn’t mean something couldn’t happen to her.

Wanda and Vision came to watch the movies as well, which ended up being the best part of the experience. Vision kept pointing out the flawed logic in many of the action scenes and Wanda kept trying to patiently explain to him that the movies weren’t intended to be logical. Vision's distress nearly made Peter pee his pants laughing.

When you were taking a snack break between Fast Five and the 6th installment, Tony wandered into the kitchen slowly. Looking at his hands.

“Hey kid. Can you come chat over here a second.”

“Uh. Sure Tony.”

You stood from the couch, having to untangled yourself from Bucky’s hold, and sauntered to the kitchen island.

“How you feeling, kid?” Tony asked.

“Fine…” You murmured. “What’s going on?”

“Uh. Nothing major. Just trying to gauge how you’re doing emotionally before I say what I have to say.” Tony was looking at pretty much anywhere but you, fiddling with spoons and forks that were on the counter.

“Out with it Tony.”

“Uh…” Tony hedged. “Well I just want you to know that Elijah…” He trails off.

Saying his name is enough for everyone in the room to suddenly quiet and look in your direction.

“Just say it Tony. I’m fine. What about him?”

Bucky gets up from the couch and takes a few steps toward you before stopping a few feet from the two of you. The rest of the group stays where they’re seated, staring.

“Elijah’s dead.” Tony finally finishes.

It takes a moment to fully process that thought. You really hadn’t been prepared to hear anything about him today, let alone that he was dead.

“He’s what?” You whisper.

“I’ve had an agent tailing him since that day in Brooklyn.” Tony says softly. “I just got word that he’s dead.”

You whip your head up to look at Bucky.

“I swear to god it wasn’t me.” Bucky says, holding his hands up in surrender. “But when I do find out who it was, I will probably give them a kiss on the mouth.”

You grab a wooden spoon off the counter and whip it at Bucky’s head. Bucky ducks easily and Steve reaches up and grabs it out of the air behind Bucky before it can smack into the glass wall behind him. You also let out a small chuckle. You can’t help it.

“I’m thinking you won’t want to, Barnes.” Tony remarks. “Considering the cause of death was the dumbass getting himself good and drunk and wrapping his fancy sports car around a tree. So unless you’d like to kiss the man's corpse, you’re shit out of luck.”

Bucky huffed and crossed his arms, rolling his eyes at Tony.

You sat down abruptly at a stool at the kitchen island. Bucky took a few quick steps toward you and laid a hand on your back.

“Sweetheart, are you…?”

“I’m fine.” You whisper. “I’m fine.”

And you were, you realized. You basically felt nothing. Of course, you felt some twinge of sadness at someone you had spent so many years of your life with dying in a horrific car accident.

But you felt fine really. No shortness of breath, no panic at the thought of him. You were clear headed and calm.

There was no threat of the sea of emotions lapping at your heels. You didn’t feel like you were about to drown.

“I’m fine.” You murmured again. Looking up at Bucky. “I’m fine, Bucky. Does that make me a monster?”

Bucky stepped in to you then and wrapped you in a warm hug, kissing the crown of your head. “No. It does not make you a monster sweetheart.”

“So. Not to bring up a touchy subject or anything…” Sam piped up from his spot where you and Bucky had propped him on the couch. “But, this man was your fiance, no?”

“Yes.” You murmur back. Bucky’s arms tensed a bit around you, you felt his head shift and you assumed he was leveling Sam with a death glare.

“And, we’re totally fine with him being dead? Like don’t get me wrong, I’m on your side no matter what I just feel like I’m missing something.”

“Sam, she doesn’t have to…” Bucky started.

“No, Buck. It’s okay.” You said, placing a palm on his chest and giving him a little push so you could turn to look at Sam and the rest of your family in the living room.

“Yes. He was my fiance. I knew him for most of my life. I kept him a secret from you all because he hated SHIELD and all of you. He hated that I worked here.” You started. Bucky was watching you carefully, with a hand placed on your back. He seemed poised for attack, like if there was any indication that your heart rate picked up or you lost your breath he would snag you in his arms and run out of there like a bomb was going off.

You loved him.

But it was time for your family to know.

“We ended things when I got back from Budapest. He was abusive, to say the least, and manipulative. I was angry at myself for letting it get that far which was why I isolated myself from you all for so long.” You sighed and offered your family a small smile. “But, I’m feeling more like myself again.” You looked at Sam then. “So, no. We don’t really care that he’s gone, beyond normal human discomfort with death. Even if that makes me a little evil, I kind of don’t care.”

It was quiet for a moment. Then Sam spoke. “Well good riddance then.”

Nat spoke up next. “I am a little disappointed you didn’t take a crack at him Barnes.”

“Trust me I wanted to.” Bucky chuckled. “But my priorities were elsewhere.” He snuck a look at you with a little smile.

“Thank you for telling us.” Wanda said softly. “You didn’t have to.”

“I know. But you’re my family.”

Steve stood up then from his spot across the room and crossed to you. He wrapped you up in a big hug. The next thing you knew, Bucky, Nat, Wanda, Peter and even Vision were joining in. You teared up a bit standing in the center of all of them.

“Get in here Tony.” Steve muttered.

“Sorry pal, I don’t do group hugs.” Tony quipped from where he leaned against the kitchen island.

You peeked through the holes between arms and saw Sam sitting on the couch smiling at all of you. You pouted a bit as you looked at him, offering your apologies that he was stuck on the couch.

“I’m there in spirit, gorgeous.” Sam smiled at you. “When I can stand on my own I’ll give you a better hug than any of these assholes could dream of.”

You giggled then. The whole group devolved into arguments on who gave the best hugs.

Right as Nat and Steve were going toe to toe (arguing vehemently that the other gave the best hug) Tony spoke up. “What do you all say we go to the bar down the road and celebrate?”

“Celebrate?” You chuckled.

“Yeah kid. I think it’s about time we let loose as a family. I’ll give Sam the bottom half of a suit or something so he can walk on his own in the bar.”

“You mean to tell me these past few weeks I could have just borrowed a suit? What kind of sick bastard are you?” Sam yells incredulously from across the room.

“Don’t push your luck birdboy.” Tony looks at you again. “What do you say? Fancy a night out with your family?”

You couldn’t think if anything you’d love more. “Hell yes.”

~0~

You all piled into various vehicles at the compound and made the short trek down the road to the bar. (Not before Sam finally gave you a big hug. He wasn’t kidding, he was a really incredible hugger.)

You all made quite a scene rolling up as a unit and pushing a bunch of tables together. Luckily, most of the patrons at the bar seemed to be wise enough not to cause a scene with the entire Avengers team in one spot.

You sat and marveled briefly at everyone laughing and drinking and enjoying themselves. It was still amazing to you that all of these people, who had seen so much and suffered so much could be together here now, laughing and joking with each other.

You were proud to be one of them.

Peter was slinging spitballs through straws in Sam’s direction which Sam was artfully trying to dodge, his iron legs supporting him now. Tony, Steve and Bucky were sniping back and forth at each other. Vision and Wanda had gotten up from the table to dance to the songs playing on the jukebox.

“Hey hot stuff.” Nat said, dropping down next to you at the table. “Whatcha thinking about all quiet over here?”

“Just amazed I’m here, is all. It’s everything I always wanted, but really didn’t think I could ever have.”

“I know what you mean.” Nat said softly. “I didn’t know if I’d ever really have a family like this. I didn’t think I could.”

“I tried so hard to make it work with Elijah, nearly destroying myself in the process, because I wanted to belong somewhere. For somewhere to be home.” You muttered.

“I know.” Nat said. “Seems silly now doesn’t it? I fought for years against belonging here. It scared the hell out of me. Still does most days, especially when one of you gets hauled through those doors all messed up. Emotionally or physically.” She looks at you pointedly then. “But I’ve learned I’d rather be terrified of losing you all than never having you, you know?”

“Totally.”

You both sit in silence for a bit, sipping on your beers and just taking in the scene. Just then, “I Ran” by A Flock of Seagulls came on and you bubbled up with laughter.

“What’s that giggle for?” Nat asked.

“Nothing. I just got an idea.” You drained your beer and stood up from the table you were sitting at. “Hey, can you turn it up?” You sent the bartender a smile. He nodded and spun to turn the volume up in the bar. “Wanna join?” You tossed over your shoulder at Nat as you placed your hands on the bar and hopped up. You started moving your hips to the music, the same way you did a year ago in Budapest.

Nat glanced over to where Bucky was still mostly oblivious to you standing on the bar, his back facing you as he talked to Steve and Tony. “Hell yeah I do.”

Nat hopped up on the bar with you and sidled close to you, moving her hips with yours.

Wanda saw you and quickly hopped up on the bar. A few other women in the bar looked up and watched, and you three waved them over to have them join. The bartenders quickly moved the glasses on the bar out of the way so you all had a clear space to dance.

There were a few whoops and hollers from some of the men sitting at the bar on the other end, and you spun, ignoring your real prey and sending flirtatious smiles and giggles toward the men down the bar.

The attention of the other men finally got the attention that you had been looking for in the first place.

Steve’s head popped up from their conversation and his eyes widened at the sight before him. You, Nat and Wanda dancing tightly together, hands in the air. Without tearing his eyes from you he quickly punched Bucky in the shoulder. You could tell Bucky had probably asked what the hell Steve’s problem was when Steve just pointed in your direction. Bucky turned slowly to look.

You weren’t looking directly at him, you were still making eyes at the guys down the bar, but from your peripheral vision you saw his jaw drop open before he quickly shut it, grinding down on his jaw. He leaned back against the table, resting his elbows on the surface and spreading his legs out to assume an arrogant laid back stance. Clearly intent on enjoying your show.

It took every ounce of will not to hop down off the bar and climb him like a tree.

As the bridge of the song sped up and the electric guitar started shredding Nat, Wanda and you really turned it on. You saw Steve put his face in his hands as he released a long groan. Bucky just leveled you with an arrogant smirk. As the final tones of the song played you finally looked fully at Bucky, giving him a haughty smile as if to say What? I’m not doing anything.

Bucky just rolled his eyes at you as the song ended and the first notes of “Every Breath You Take” by the Police started**.

It was just like that first night in Budapest. You, up on a bar dancing, and Bucky staring at you from his place at the table, a dark heated look in his eyes.

Except this time, it would end differently.

Bucky stood up abruptly from the table and stalked toward you. Nat and Wanda took that as their cue to step away and off the bar, leaving you standing there alone. When Bucky reached the bar he wrapped his hands around your waist.

“C’mon babygirl. Let’s go home.” He chuckled as he lifted you up off the bar. As he stepped back he started to lower you down from where you towered over him. You slid down the front of his body as he set you back to your feet. Once you were safely on the ground, he kept his hands on your waist as you looked up at him. You smirked at him and batted your eyelashes innocently. He groaned low in his throat and leaned down so his mouth was even with your ear. “You’re killin me sweetheart.” He rose back up to his full height and looked down at you. His eyes raked over your whole body and you flushed and bit down on the corner of your bottom lip. “Fucking hell.” He growled.

He picked you up, tossed you over his shoulder and made a beeline for the door. You squealed.

He snagged your coats off the back of his chair as you passed the table that everyone was sitting at.

“Got someplace to be, Barnes?” Natasha crooned as Bucky rushed past where she now sat next to Steve.

You blushed and giggled, waving to everyone from your place on Bucky’s shoulder as he continued out the door, not slowing down for anything.

As soon as the door clicked shut behind you he dropped you back on your feet and roughly grabbed both sides of your head, crashing his lips against yours. You pressed your body against his, your hands grabbing two fistfuls of his t-shirt and yanking. You wanted him closer.

He finally ripped his mouth from yours and stared down at you as his chest rose and fell rapidly, he was as out of breath as you were. “I love you.” He breathed.

You didn’t answer him. He knew.

You just launched yourself into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist and your hands tangling in the ends of his hair when it curled against the back of his neck. You dragged his lips back to yours. His hands caught you around the waist, his metal arm lowering down to hold you under your hips and keep you from slipping.He started to walk you backwards toward where his bike was parked across the parking lot.

You devoured him, nipping at his bottom lip and running your hands through his hair. You had one hand gripping the back of his neck to keep him from moving too far away from you.

Suddenly you heard a voice call out from near the door of the bar. Sam, standing on his own with a pair of iron legs assisting. “Fucking nasty. Get a room!”

You heard the chorus of chuckles from your friends, your family, as they all spilled out the door of the bar.

Bucky pulled his head back just enough so that there was enough space between you that he could yell back “Trying to!” before smashing your lips back to his.

Once he reached his bike, he set you down before quickly mounting the bike and hitting the kickstand. As soon as he was stable you giggled and jumped on the back, wrapping yourself around him and burying your face into his neck.

He revved the engine twice, yelled “hold on” over his shoulder and took off.

You lifted your head to look at everyone as Bucky ripped out of the parking lot. A huge grin on your face, you lifted a hand to wave at your family. You could just make out the sound of Nat yelling “See you at home!” At the same time that Sam yelled “I’m gonna need a different floor to sleep on tonight.”

You giggled again and faced forward in the seat, squeezing Bucky again as he turned onto the asphalt and hit the gas.

You hurtled down the road toward the compound.

As you were flying down the asphalt you decided that you were going to finally just start living without fear that someone was going to take it away from you. The fresh air was pelting your face and it was so strong it wiped away any doubt. It wiped away the thought that you didn’t deserve to have moments like this.

You wanted to feel it all. The pain of the whipping wind, the sting of the air on your eyes, the smell of gasoline in your nose.

You wanted to feel every moment you could with Bucky. The good, the bad and the boring. You wanted to spend time with your family and be there for every moment in their lives and never miss a month with them again.

You wanted to be totally free.

You started to peel your arms away from Bucky’s chest. One of his hands left the handlebars and he grabbed your wrist.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“I wanna feel the wind!” You yelled back. “I wanna feel everything, Bucky.”

He paused only a second before patting your wrist twice, and dropping his hand to your thigh to hold on to you. You squeezed your legs together, gripping him tighter as you released your hands from his waist, slowly lifting them so that they were above your head.

Your hair was flying wildly around your head and the only things you could hear were the sound of the engine and the wind. It was the most amazing feeling in the whole world.

You let out a loud whoop as you just let yourself go, laughing at how absolutely wonderful it was to just feel.

Against your chest you could feel Bucky’s back rumble as he laughed with you. He squeezed your knee once, put his hand back on the handlebars and pushed the bike a little faster.

You wanted this forever.

Just you, your man and the wind.

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stefciastark · 4 years ago

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Genius, Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropist, Father ~ Webpril Day 9

A/N: Once more at 4a.m, here we are. Here's a short blurb of some BAMF protective Tony swooping in to the rescue, and Peter is probably really going to need a hug after all this is over.

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Peter was in way over his head.

He was first drawn to the scene after the sounds of screams and screeching tires echoed up and down the streets of Queens. From what he could see from where he had been perched, the chaos extended across the river into the Upper East Side of Manhattan as well.

The Avengers were hard to coordinate lately. Since Tony and Steve’s relationship deteriorated into nothing over the Sokovia Accords, all of Earth’s crises were diverted to whoever was closest or didn’t hate each other at the time. This meant that Clint and Natasha, who were still on good terms despite being on opposite teams, worked together frequently sans the rest of the team. Steve preferred to work alone, and Thor and Bruce were currently unaccounted for on Earth. Peter knew there were others involved during the whole debacle, but his knowledge on their actions or whereabouts were unknown, and he didn’t particularly pay much attention to it.

He just missed the days of the ‘Stark Internship’.

Because then there was Tony. Tony worked a lot with Rhodey, and Peter tried to be understanding despite his disappointment that Rhodey was chosen more often more often as his wingman than Peter. He had quickly gone from being Tony’s prodigy “whiz kid” to being the forgotten third wheel.

Peter was beginning to think that maybe Tony’s initial offer to join the Avengers - and after that initial offer for one of the most incredible suits Peter had ever seen - wasn’t a ‘test’ after all. To put the cherry on the metaphorical cake, contact with Happy had gone from sporadic to non-existent, and he’d never felt more isolated. He couldn’t help but feel as if Tony and Happy had made a separate ‘group chat’ and just simply didn’t include him.

And that brought Peter back to the present, slinging through the alleys and main roads of Queens with a reckless sense of vigour that Peter was sure the Hulk would be proud of.

Whatever hell spawn had made its way to Earth was fast. Scarily fast. Peter knew he could outmanoeuvre most threats he faced as the Friendly Neighbourhood Spiderman, but as Spiderman, the current Pseudo-Avenger, he didn’t particularly feel as if he were ready to take on massive city-levelling threats. Well, he might have been, but definitely not while operating solo.

The alien – Peter couldn’t believe that that thing was even realand that the word alien was even usable now in his daily language – looked had the appearance of a humanoid apple wearing a frog. He couldn’t really come up with any other description; what he could see of their faces was a rich darker shade of red, not dissimilar to a Juici brand apple. Where the ‘frog’ component came in was the slimy looking finish to their armour, or if it wasn’t armour it was at the very least incredibly dense and near impenetrable skin. That, and their cries to war sounded almost exactly like a deeper and much more intimidating croak of a Bull Frog. Thanks to biology, his first real encounter with aliens was now stained with that association.

Web grenades had become a new favourite of his as of the last twenty minutes. After some tweaking of settings and trial and error, he had managed to add ‘motion triggered’ and ‘taser’ to its list of associated commands and made it more of a web mine than a web grenade. The moment one of the ‘Apple Frogs’ sped past the sensors, off it would pop, and the threat would be both contained and neutralised.

It worked well up until the reinforcements came. He came to the realisation quickly that these were only the dispensable foot soldiers of the invading army. He came to the realisation when his height was no longer comparable to the ‘Apple Frogs’, and instead he felt dwarfed.

Peter’s brain finally caught up with reality, and he truly understood that what he was seeing was in fact actually happening and not some sort of VeggieTales fever dream.

Catching the corner of the roof of a tall block of apartments, his knees buckled on landing, his breath coming in harsh gasps. This isn’t real, this isn’t real, this isn’t real. Peering down over the side of the rooftop, he watched as what looked like the Warlords of the army mindlessly murdered their own in their quest for destruction. He had to look away as he saw one of the foot soldiers get caught in the crossfire between a glowing orange – and obviously alien - beam of fire that shot out from one of the side streets and the axe of the hulking invader closest to his position.

He swallowed back the sick feeling in his stomach, the gruesome memory burned into his retinas. He’d never seen a body contort that way, and the smell of singed flesh was inescapable even from within the mask.

The trembling in his body gave him the impression that he were sitting in a massage chair, but the experience was anything but pleasant. He wondered faintly if he were having a panic attack, but everything from his mind to his body had gone numb. The Friendly Neighbourhood Spiderman was not equipped to deal with world-ending catastrophes.

The high-pitched scream of a woman and the distressed cries of a child managed to delay the sheer terror that pumped its way through his blood and into his bones. Standing up on unsteady legs, he quickly found the source; there was the silhouette of a young family escaping for their lives, the woman holding her young child – no more than six months old - on one arm while she slung her shoulder under the arm of her husband, supporting his weight as they ran, his ankle obviously broken.

Without a second thought, Peter dove into the streets below.

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Red blips were popping up like razor burn on his HUD. Weaving through the streets of Manhattan, Tony felt himself unsurprised by the situation entirely. The first time aliens came to Earth – in New York no less – he had had a proper existential crisis, confronted with the reality that there was more out there. For it to happen a second time, however, was old news.

Tony had been notified by S.H.I.E.L.D that help was on the way, which meant that help would be there three hours after it was needed. That meant he had at least another forty-five minutes of mayhem left before the big guns were brought out, and he hoped against all hope that what was left of ‘Earth’s mightiest heroes’ would tuck their disagreements into their back pockets for a moment and come help prevent New York City from being terraformed into a brightly exposed mesa.

As quickly as the red blips had come onto the screen, they were decreasing in numbers rapidly, located mainly over the river into Queens. The small red dots quickly became slightly less pin-sized and became slightly more concerning-sized. Accompanied with these new and larger threats was the sick feeling of dread that hit Tony suddenly like a truck. Increasing the output in his repulsors, he shot like a red and gold comet over the East River.

On the edge between where Dutch Kills ended and Astoria began, Tony found the source of his inexplicably nauseating dread.

Peter was dangling almost ten feet in the air, the alien resembling a mouldy radish holding his kid’s neck between its thumb and forefingers. The left leg on Peter’s suit was torn and bloody, and the way he struggled against that thing made Tony’s blood boil.

Tony didn’t have much of a plan other than to do as much maiming and murdering of this creature as possible. With the temporary advantage of not having been seen yet, he lined up the perfect angle and sent the Hale-Bopp Comet shooting out from the palms of the suit, slicing through the arm of Peter’s assailant. A roar of pain echoed down the avenue, parts of the pavement below the monstrosity turning almost black with blood that fell with the intensity of a waterfall.

Shielding Peter’s fall, he deposited the young hero behind him on the footpath out of immediate harm’s way. Tony gritted his teeth, veins burning with a ruthless fire that was begging to be released. It was a good thing his target was right in front of him.

And then Earth’s trespasser spoke, voice deep and coarse with a texture like gravel that was deeply unpleasant to listen to and made Tony’s skin crawl. “And who the hell are you?”

Tony began to close the distance between them, each step deliberate with one goal in mind; shoot to kill. Rolling his shoulders back, he looked the alien combatant straight in the eyes and prepared to engage.

“Genius, Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropist, Father. And nobody hurts my kid.”

A/N: IronDad to the rescue once again :) As for why Tony hasn't been in contact with Peter, I'm thinking it's likely that he wanted to give Peter the space to be the Friendly Neighbourhood Spiderman he wanted to be. That, and becoming an Avenger and being closer to Tony would likely mean more exposure to risky situations and potentially near-death experiences, and Tony wants anything but that for his SpiderSon

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luthien-t · 5 years ago

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The Sun Will Shine. (Chapter:2)

Summery: Thanos invaded the asgardians ship & Thor called for back up. Being a liable paramedic, you gather your tools and went to space. You end up being injured during battle but Thanos was defeated, what will you do when you find out your lover, Loki suffered more than just a few battle scars? But then again, no one is ever really gone.

Chapter Summery: You left the hospital with the news of Lokis death. The first night in the Tower seems quite until you found a book between Lokis other favorite books.

warnings: Im not entirely sure, but this is one is kinda sad. small panic attack? and swear words i think.

wordcount: 2.4K+

Getting out of the car, you breathe in and walk towards the elevator in the tower to get to your compound floor. You pressed the button on the elevator and sighed. Tony tapped his fingers against his thigh with his eyes glued on the number going up towards the floor. “We made it, safe and sound” He smiled and looked at you before walking out of the elevator. You nodded lightly and gave him a smile back, even though you felt like complete utter shit, Tony has helped you the past two days ever since Thor walked out from that hospital room, he has been kind to you and it didn’t feel as lonely as you expected it to be.

“Tony, Thank-“

“ah ah ah, no need to thank me, we’re a family, we will always look after each other!” He gave your shoulder a soft pat and angled his head towards the kitchen. “They’ve made food, join us?” He said with hope in eyes, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say yes. Ever since you received the news, you wanted nothing but to be alone. So, you shook your head. He frowned and then nodded his head. “We’ll leave your food in the microwave for later, get some rest, y/n” And with that he walked towards the kitchen.

You sighed and slowly walked towards your shared bedroom with Loki. Once you’ve reached the door, your hands began to tremble and your breathing was getting heavier. The closer your hand got to the knob, the more it trembled and with a deep breath you open the door and scan the room quickly before covering your mouth and closing the door behind you.

You shut your eyes, maybe if you keep them closed you won’t cry, you lean against the door. It was getting harder to calm down when every time you breathe in you also inhale his scent.

“Why did you have to fucking leave me?” You curse at the empty room.

Silence.

Silence was all you have now in this room. No more morning kisses, no more late night cuddles, no more arguing, no more Loki.

You sniff as you walk around, trying to adjust with this wide space. The chambers were always fit for one person, it was just a bed, a couch for two, a walk in closet, a desk & a bathroom. But now it felt like it was too big, too empty.

Looking around at the mini library you installed and smile through the tears, not being able to see; you caressed the books softly and then sat down on the desk, looking out the window.

When Loki first came to the compound, it was difficult for both him and the rest of the team.

Your first encounter with the God of Mischief was during a meeting before a small mission about a random Hydra base.

“What is he doing here?” You said, venom dripping from your words.

“Darling, I’m asking the same question myself. What am I doing here?” He smirked at you, scanning your reaction. It always felt like he could see through you. “Lady y/n! I see you met my brother Loki!” He smiled wide. “Adopted.” Loki budged in, with a finger pointed up. You nodded slowly and looked between the two brothers before going to your seat next to Nat. Loki however, kept his eyes on you almost the entire meeting, every time you look back at him, he pretends to be looking at something else.

You stare at the buildings and the glowing lights in each one as you replay your memories in your head. The tears never stopped, it was hard to believe that the man you love is no longer here to hold you. A knock made you turn your body towards the door. “Can I come in?” It was Wanda. You sniff and shrug.

“I don’t have the energy for anything, so do what you want.” And with that you turn your back to her and stare out the window. She sat down next to you and rested her hand on your knee, looking at you. “When I lost Pietro, I felt the same. Like a piece of me died” She looked out the window, giving you privacy when she noticed how your brows furrowed and your eyes swelling with tears again.

“I’m not saying that you are going to move on, but-“ you shook your head and rested your head on her shoulder. “I don’t need words, Wanda. I need him back.”

“In Romania, we believe that death is just the second step, wherever he is, y/n. I believe that he is okay” she whispered softly.

You replied with a sniff as your body shook. She wrapped her arm around you as she slowly swayed you both. “Sleep in my room tonight?” You look up at her, unable to process that the bed is going to be empty without Loki, you saw her stare at the view, maybe she was thinking about how to turn down your offer or tell you that you have to do this on your own, but she then responded with a soft smile and a nod. “Okay, I’ll go change quickly and get you something to eat” She unwrapped her arms and got up to leave the room.

You get off the desk and roam around the room, grabbing a random book from Lokis side, it was dusty; Which is odd, considering Loki cared for his books too much to allow a single spec of dust. You scanned the book then looked at the others, this was the only one dusty, as if it wasn’t touched for ages. You open the book and realize that it is actually a journal. Lokis had a journal? The words were written in his handwriting. You start reading the first three words and your heart beats faster.

If I die, my love.

You look around the room, biting your lips. Closing the book and reopening it to the same words, maybe you were imagining things, you told yourself. Maybe it’s just a poem, but as you read a few more words.

If I die, do not believe them. I am here, near.

Waiting for you.

You know me like no other, my love. I always have my plans and tricks against the titan.

Your throat feels dry and you sit on the bed, looking at the door as Wanda walked in with her pillow & a tray of food, her smile dropping when she noticed your face was drained of color and your mouth open.

“What is it?” She approached you slowly.

“He’s not dead.” You look up at her.

“Loki? Did you see him?” You shook your head and pointed at the book.

She eyed you and then looked at the book. “y/n…” She sat down on the bed in front of you. “No, Wanda listen to me” You read her the words and she nodded slowly.

“I’m sorry but, but this doesn’t mean anything.” She said as she twirled a finger around a strand of her, a habit she tends to do when she’s nervous, you notice and nod.

“You’re right, I’m making a big deal, it’s probably just a poem.” You say, sarcastically. “A poem that somehow talks about him dying and mentions of Thanos!”

She sighed and closed her eyes. “Y/n, please don’t overwork yourself now, you need to rest. If Loki is planning on messing with you now, at least allow it when you’re healthy” She frowned and put a hand on the book, you look down at her hand and then back up at her, nodding “You’re right, I’m sorry” You close the book and put it on your night stand then pull the tray towards you. “Thank you, Wanda” She smiles at you and moves to sit next to you on the bed before turning on Netflix. “Anything for my sister” Now it was your turn to smile.

You spent the rest of the night watching Netflix, Nat came by to check up on you and decided to join you two, the night was filled with binge-watching & jokes about dumb scenes in the movies. You ended up falling asleep halfway through the fourth movie.

Your sleep was interrupted by a soft thud next to you, slowly opening your eyes and turn your head towards the sound, raising an eyebrow when you find it to be the journal. Looking back at Wanda & Nat then back at the book, you slowly sat up and grabbed it, not wanting to wake them up. You then got out of bed and walked out of your room towards the balcony in the living room, it was dark & quiet, not a single soul was awake. 3:43AM. You noticed the time and sat down on the chair, staring at the buildings again, your heart beating faster when you opened the book, too scared to read the words again, as if it’ll disappear and the small grain of hope you have will extinguish.

You push yourself to look down at the page & reread the same words again, sighing in relief as you continued to read, leaning back down on the chair with your legs up on the table.

If I die, my love.

If I die, do not believe them. I am here, near.

Waiting for you.

You know me like no other, my love. I always have other plans and tricks against the titan.

I always knew that he would be defeated, the titan was driven by his own imagination that he lost his grip on reality.

Now tell me, my love. Do you remember the list we had about the places I have promised to take you to? It’s where I wait.

You flip the page, furrowing your eyebrows. Of course you remember that list, he made you write down every place you wanted to visit so that he can take you there himself. You bite your lips, you don't know where he put that paper, you wrote it almost a year ago. That list had over 50 places written on it, he could be anywhere. “What are you doing to me, Loki?” You whisper to yourself. This was starting to feel like it’s some stupid treasure hunt and you were growing frustrated the more you read. It was filled with numbers and codes.

You sigh and close the journal, your feet leading you to Thors room. Hesitant, you knock on the door softly. You give it a few more seconds. There was no response so you walk away, and as you took a sharp turn towards your room, you bump into someone. “I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there” You say.

“y/n.” It was Thor. You look up at him and smile slightly, “Can’t sleep?” You say and notice the drink in his hand, frowning slightly, he just shuffled in his place and gave you a stiff nod.

“I want to apologize for my behaviour back in the hos-“

“Thor, it’s okay. But we need to talk- it's about your brother” You hand him the book and he raises an eyebrow slightly before walking towards the living room. “What is this about?” He said as he sat down, knowing that you followed him to the living room.

“He’s not… you know” You sit down next to him and point at the book. He chuckled and looked at you only to stop when he noticed the serious look on your face and cleared his throat. He set the book down on the table, staring at it, waiting for something to happen to it. “This is his journal Thor.” You say with an annoyed tone before you could stop yourself. You know Loki always loved to mess around with Thor when they were kids, so you knew he was probably expecting Loki to jump out of the book or something.

“Yeah of course, why- why would the journal be Loki? That’s not what I thought” He said with his voice slightly a pitch higher & laughed softly. “How do you know he is not dead?” His tone changed to serious and he set the drink on the table next to it. You ran a hand through your hair and shrug. “It’s as if he’s telling me where he is hiding, but it’s just filled with riddles and numbers and I need help translating some words.” You look at him, hoping that he would understand what you’re asking from him without having to say what it is that you want. He shook his head softly and leaned back on the couch, opening the book and reading it.

“Those letters and runes are in Juton, I cant speak Jotun…” He looks at you quickly before looking back and flipped the pages quickly, scanning some words with his eyes before shutting the book. “Look, Loki is… Well, if he really wanted you to find him, he wouldn’-“ Your groan stops him. “Thor, please, even if I’m wrong in this, I just want to know” You shrug “What do I have to lose?” He stares at the drink ahead of him and nods gently. “I’m sorry but I can’t help you with this, it seems as if he is making this harder for the both of us, since I cant understand a single word he wrote. Both Juton and english, he is asking you to find him, not me” You can hear the hurt in his words and nod, apologising for this conversation.

Thor is mourning his brothers loss and you’re over here trying to force him to do something he can’t do. But you are determined on understanding every word Loki wrote in this journal, with or without anyones help. You excused yourself and went to your room, slowly walking in and looked around, you looked at the girls and smiled softly and then walked towards your closet, grabbing as many clothes as you can and quietly put them in a bag and then went to the desk, you took half of Lokis books and put them in the bag and then softly laid on the bed, scrolling through your phone for apartments for rent.

Tomorrow, you were planning on leaving this Tower to understand whatever is going on around you. You love everyone in this Tower and they all mean so much to you but you want to be alone and it feels like this is the only way to achieve it.

#loki x reader #loki layfeyson x reader #loki odison x reader #loki laufeyson #loki odinsdottir #loki fic #loki imagine

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nev3rfound · 6 years ago

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a trio of surprises : s.r / p.p

brief summary: helping to train peter being unaware of his growing crush on you, but you have your own secrets that remain unknown.

word count: 2.1k requested: yes by @saturngirlz thanks boo i loved the idea and I hope I did it justice! warnings: none that i’m aware of

* masterlist of sorts *

There was something different about you, and Peter could tell.

When you trained with him you didn’t go easy on him because he was young, it meant there was more for him to prove instead and he liked that. You didn’t baby him or make him feel insignificant, but you didn’t give in or fail to point out errors in his stances.

“Come on, Peter.” You sigh as you hold back your frustration as Peter pants heavily. “You know you can do this move, I’ve seen you do it countless times.” You remind him as he takes a deep breath before practising the positioning and lunges forward to hit you, but like before, you block it.

“Goddamnit,” Peter mutters as he brushes his fingers through his hair as you bend down, your top rising and he cannot help but stare at the large scar covering your side.

Turning your head you spot him staring and pull your shirt down. Peter begins to blush profusely as you face him once again, not saying anything about the bite-shaped scar on your skin. “Again.” You continue to practise until you’re on the ground, Peter standing above you.

After hours of training, Peter finally masters the move and you are flat on your back as Peter has his knee on top of you and web covering your hands. “How was that?” He asks with a bright smile as you stop the straight-faced facade and smile to him.

“Took you long enough,” You mutter as you lift your arms up, snapping yourself free from the webs as Peter backs up, surprise covering his expression. “What?” You ask as Peter motions down to your hands.

“How’d you free yourself? I mean, it’s just most people can’t budge that stuff.” He asks as you smile to yourself, resting your hands behind your back to hide the claws as they retract.

“Guess I just have sharp nails.” You joke as the two of you head out of the training room. “Same time tomorrow, Pete?” You ask as Peter nods in response, unable to stop his smile as he heads into the lift with you on his mind.

You were all Peter could think about as he was on the bus going to school. He could barely focus on Ned’s antics at home as he pictured the large scar on your skin, how you were able to free yourself with ease. Those were few details he’d noticed about you that didn’t make sense.

Since he joined the Avengers, Peter noticed there are a lot of secrets with each member of the team, and some are for good reasons. Yet, he cannot figure out what it is you have to hide and it’s slowly eating him apart.

“You in there, Peter?” Ned waves his hand in front of Peter’s face as he snaps out of his daydream, returning to the reality that he is a High school student whilst you’re in your early twenties and a full time badass.

“Sorry,” Peter mutters as he rubs his eyes. “just thinking about Y/n.” He admits and Ned makes an intrigued noise in response.

“Y/n, huh? Your hot Avenger trainer?” He asks as he nudges Peter lightly, trying to crack a smile out of him, but there’s no humour behind Peter’s eyes, only deep thought.

“I just can’t figure her out, man. She’s this awesome woman who keeps herself guarded, but when she lets go I can still tell she’s hiding something and it’s killing me not knowing.” Peter huffs as he rests his head in his hand whilst he looks out of the window, watching the city whiz by as he travels towards a day full of information he most likely wouldn’t use when he leaves.

Nudging Peter lightly, Ned clears his throat. “What exactly is it about her that you’re so taken in by?” Ned asks and Peter lets out a small sigh, mentally listing endless details about you. But Peter knows better than to admit this to Ned and instead opts for the simple details he needs a second opinion on.

“Thing is, it’s these minor things. She always sneaks off, I’ve been told she’s a real animal on missions and she has this big bite marked scar on her side and and she freed herself from my web with no hesitation.” Peter rambles on whilst Ned nods along, taking all of the information in.

“What if she’s a wolf?” Ned chuckles at his own question whilst Peter zones out, a small smile playing on his lips. “I meant that as a joke, Pete. There’s no way Y/n is a wolf, right?”

“I’m Spiderman, Ned,” Peter whispers and shrugs his shoulders. “I guess anything is possible.”

Over the course of two weeks during training, Peter had been paying closer attention to you, not that it was difficult not to. He was determined to see if his thoughts were true and whether you had or could display animalistic qualities.

Yet, nothing. All he had managed to prove was that you were stronger than him on countless occasions, and you were getting tired of his lack of progress.

Throwing him to the ground you groan loudly. “Come on, Pete. What happened? You’ve been doing really well of late.” You sigh as you bury your fingers into your hair causing your top to rise up, giving Peter another small glimpse at the large scar on your side. “And quit staring, it’s rude kid.” You mutter and Peter quickly sits upright, opening his mouth but no words form.

“Sorry,” He mumbles to himself before rising to his feet. “I should go, Mr Stark is probably waiting for me and I know my Aunt May told me to be back for dinner tonight and I-”

Holding your hand up to pause him you walk over, placing your hand on his shoulder lightly. “Calm down, Peter. Come on, let’s talk.”

For a brief moment, Peter cannot comprehend what has just happened. But then he’s following you as you lead him out of the training room and down towards the grounds where Steve and Bucky are stood after their run.

“I guess you’ve noticed my scar, huh?” You ask and Peter nods in response.

“I didn’t mean to, I just, I couldn’t help but notice it.” He rambles and you laugh lightly, catching the attention of Steve as his head whips around, watching as you walk with the kid further away from the grounds.

“Alright there, punk?” Bucky calls out as he nudges Steve who snaps out of his gaze with you, forcing a smile as he continues to stretch out.

Peter keeps his eyes locked on his feet as you walk alongside him, unsure he can trust his eyes to remain focused on yours without him losing control of his speech. “When I was twelve, I was out with my Dad hunting. He was big on it and despite my protests, he dragged me along.”

A cool chill picks up in the air as you close your eyes, picturing the day as if it were yesterday. You were in one of your Dad’s jumpers, something dark green to help you blend in as you held an overly large gun in your grip for precaution whilst you trailed behind.

“I was holding one of his guns as I followed him. He told me to be silent so I didn’t dare make a sound, and that was when it all happened.” You opened your eyes, not wanting to picture the violent scene of screams and cries for help.

Glancing down at your hands you can still picture the blood soaking your fingers as you cried over your Dad’s body, clutching your side as it bled from the blur of fur that passed in an instant.

“You were bitten?” Peter asks quietly, and you nod in response. “And you became a, a wolf?”

“Werewolf, technically speaking.” You correct him and he nods along as if it were a perfectly normal conversation. This coming from the boy who was bitten by a genetically modified spider that is.

“Right,” Peter mumbles, unsure what else to say. “so you turn on a full moon? Wolf out?” He laughs lightly at his own joke, but you shake your head.

“It’s more complex than that. Sometimes, I can control it like a switch, other times it has to do with emotions. Most of the time I can control the wolf within me, but sometimes she controls me when my emotions get out of hand.” You explain, thinking back to one of your first changes when you lost control during a panic attack. “But it helps on missions, being an unexpected element always gives us an advantage.”

Peter smiles as you explain more about being a wolf, how different this is to the version of you he first met. You were once closed off, refused to express any form of emotion. Yet here you were, talking about your double life as a werewolf, running through the woods and not eating people- something you were trying to persuade him of.

“I still can’t believe it.” Peter shakes his head as you head back toward the compound, unaware of your smile towards Steve as you pass by. “It’s crazy.”

“But you can’t tell anyone, Pete.” You stop in front of him, preventing him from taking another step.

Peter stutters before nodding. “I, I wouldn’t. I mean, no one knows I’m Spiderman so why would I tell anyone you’re a wolf, Y/n?” He questions and you let out a content hum before following him back inside the compound.

“She’s a wolf?!” Ned whisper yells as he paces up and down Peter’s room whilst he sits on his bed, nodding in response. “Oh, she is so cool!” Ned holds his hand up to high five Peter, but he merely shakes his head.

“There’s something else, though.” Peter states and Ned lets out an exasperated sigh before collapsing onto the bed beside Peter. “Ned there’s something she isn’t telling me. I just know it and I’m sure I’ll get it outta her.”

“Come on, Pete. What else could she be hiding?” Ned asks as he sits upright, reaching into his bag to pull out his homework whilst Peter shakes his head.

“There’s something else, and I just wanna know what.”

Walking into the compound to help out Tony, Peter can hear you laughing with someone else and it sets his spidey senses off.

Quickly checking round the corner, Peter creeps toward the kitchen, hearing you talking to someone. “-and then I just snapped, threw her off the car with my teeth.” You explain and pause as you rise to your feet. “Peter?” You call out and silently Peter swears to himself.

You turn around, seeing Peter creep from around the corner with a shy smile on his face. “Oh hey, Y/n,” He starts and slowly looks up, seeing Steve stood right by you as his hand remains in yours. “and Captain. Nice to see you.” He shyly waves and Steve merely nods.

“What’re you creeping around here for, kid?” You ask, slipping your hand out of Steve’s much to his annoyance and walk over to Peter. “I didn’t think we had training today?”

Peter shakes his head. “Oh we don’t, I’m just here to see Mr Stark.” He sheepishly states and you nod in response. “Thought I’d come say hi, didn’t realise you had company.” He admits and you laugh lightly, glancing back to Steve with a smile.

“It’s okay, Peter. We’re just having a down day today. Can’t say we get many of those around here.” You state as you return to Steve’s side, reaching over for your mug as his hand slips around your waist, causing you to blush lightly.

Lowering his head, Peter feels as if he’s watching something forbidden and turns around. “I’ll see you next Tuesday, Y/n.” Peter calls out as he quickly exits the room, leaving Steve to chuckle under his breath.

“Don’t, Steve,” You hit his chest playfully as Steve looks up at you. “he’s just a kid.”

“Kid with an evident crush on you, Y/n.” Steve adds and you shake your head in disbelief.

“I’d say admiration for the spectacular, Rogers.” You smile as you kiss him softly. “Now come on, you promised me a race and I’m going to show you I can beat your ass any day of the week.”

Placing your mug down you run out of the room, laughing as Steve remains hot on your tail as you exit the compound, quickly transforming into a large auburn wolf.

Panting lightly Steve places his hands on his hips. “Oh come on, I didn’t agree to this.” He sighs as you merely turn your head around, unaware of the audience watching from the windows inside the compound.

Peter smiles brightly as Tony stands alongside him, watching you and Steve run alongside each other as you run with such grace, your fur gliding through the wind.

“She sure is something else.” Tony states and Peter nods, unable to take his eyes off of you.

“She really is, Mr Stark.” Peter sighs lightly as Tony places his hand on his shoulder, turning his attention away from you to focus on his work. “She really is.”

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kajaono · 5 years ago

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X men master post

I am allways a little bit surprised that the X-men movies are not more popular by ��diverse“ people. I can understand why the MCU is favored by many white straight male persons but let me break down the XMCU a little bit for you and why it actually has a lot more depth and diversity then the MCU. And they did important stuff when it came to disability and female representation around 10 years before the MCU did it.

Diversity, with in the main cast:

Logan: While he first appears as a hot wet male dream his character actually has way more depth. He suffers from PTSD and amnesia. While in the MCU Tonys PTSD was (mostly) only discussed in Iron man 3 Logans PTSD is a constant companion in every story that features him. He suffers from sleeplessness and nightmares. He shows sign of affection towards the man who tortured him. And even long after he has got his memory back and found out why he sufferes from PTSD the triggers are still there. And they can be activated at any given moment. Like in Days of future past where one look at a young version of guy who will torture him some where in a distant future was enough to gave him a panic attack and flashbacks. And all of this (nightmares, panic attacks, flashbacks) are happening in every movie and are making it nearly impossible for him to find a home or form stable relationships with other people.

Erik: A jewish man. And being jewish is a big and important part of the character. It is still a superhero movie so we never see him celebrating jewish holidays but he is constantly reminding the viewer that we never should forgot what happend back then in the KZ without reducing him to that. But actually showing how he overcomes his grief and anger by making it a constant companion of him.

Charles: A disabled man. While his disability is never shown as something that stops him from doing stuff (because he has a fancy sci fi wheelchair) there is a whole movie that shows how he tries to accept his life in a wheelchair. And after he accepted the wheelchair it a constant companion of him so we see him going into fights with a wheelchair and noone finds anything “strange” about that (aka making comments about him). Actually people are more confused when he stays at home. But that doesn’t mean that his disability is ignored.

Rogue: A girl that can actually kill by touching other people. She is perfect example how being different scares other people and make you an outcast. Until that point where you are unable to love and accept yourself. And what i found so fascinating about her story. It showed that it is okay to give up. That we do not can win every fight. That giving up is okay when it is what makes us happy and gives us peace

Powerful female main characters:

In the XMCU women where allways part of the main cast. They were never reduced to love interests or sex objects. They were allways in the middle of the fight and kicking ass. Actually 2 out of 3 X men in the first movie are women. They wear the same outfits as there male comapnions and if your name is Storm you get an extra fancy cape. While on the other hand the women are diverse. They are not wet male dreams of hot women kicking ass but actually you have:

Jean: A doctor. Who is really calming. A loving teacher and girlfriend. Also a little insecure about herself. While also being one of the most powerful mutants around and kicking ass. And she is allowed to say: NO!” Something we rarely see in other superhero movies. In x men 2 she shows signs of attraction and affection towards Logan. But instead of cheating with him on her boyfriend she says: No, please do not let me do that.” Because women are perfectly functional human beings who can still decide against a guy when they feel attraction towards him, knowing it wouldn’t be good for her/or when she wants to protect her relationship with her boyfriend.

Storm: A woman of color. Sadly her character never really got fleshed out.... not like Jeans character. (She deserves a solo movie!) But she is this quiet cool woman who somehow manages to stay away from every relationship drama because she never gets a male love interested forced onto her. She is this kind of women who makes you hyped everytime you see her own screen just because her presence alone is so powerful

Rogue: Actually she is still a child and doesn’t know anything about fighting. She is super insecure. Is really closed off from the world (caused by her powerful mutation) But somehow she is allways in the middle of the battle and saving the world with small actions.

Kitty: While her character gets introcuded really late, and she is actually only a side chatacter, the whole plot of xmen 3 and days of future past would not have worked without her.

Queer characters:

Nevertheless this is still a superhero and hollywood movie which means queer representation is of cource not present in text. BUT! That doesn’t mean it is not present at all. 1. The whole plot of x men 2 was a LGBTQ metaphore. There is this whole conversation in x men 2 where a mother sits down with her son after he says: Mum i have to tell you something.” Then he comes out as gay a mutant. Later the mother asked when he first relaized that he is gay a mutant. And if he ever tried not to be gay a mutant. Bouns point that actually this character comes out as gay in the comics. Also it has Ian McKellen who highly supports a gay reading of his character Erik.

Yeah Cherik:

From the very first moment they share a deep lovers to enemies relationship with eachother. Because no matter how much they fight against eachother. They allways end up together again, saving eachother, unable to let eachother go. Their relationship ended really tragical in the first timeline. But the new timeline with Fassbender and Mcavoy did not stopped that. They added 100% more homoerotic subtext. And then they wrote a whole movie for them only to explain how they meet and fall in love. And it was so gay that Fassbender and Mcavoy confirmed that FOX seperated them in later movies to reduce the gay subtext. BUT! that did not stop the writers from make it canon in the last movie. Yeah, it is still a Hollywood movie so not canon CANON but if you watch it you will see that it is canon. A little bit like good omens. They are moving in together and playing chess like they allways did... in Paris... the city of love... they couldn’t have been more obvious. Would have been openly queer representation even better? Sure. But with this little ending FOX XMCU achieved more then the MCU in the last 10 years.

The cinematography is perfect. Many may know the scene where Quicksilver is running through the kitchen in light speed listing to music. The movies have so much more of these moments. Also in the early movies where they had less money and CGI. So they need to invest a lot of time into planning how to film exciting scenes while still saving money and time. That resulted in absolut amazing scenes that make especially X men 2 a bless to watch. Also that most of the movies are PG 13 blood is only used where it is needed but then allways in such an aesthetical beautiful way that it is allways blowing my mind.

Body positivity: is a big topic especially in the first three movies. Sure the main characters are all perfect looking people but what matters here are the children. Most of the storyline is playing in a school and not a single one of the kids is a model type person. They are are super mixed, super chubby, super skinny, tall, small, freckles, curly hair, flat hair etc. And they all dress as bad all children did that grew up in the early 2000s. I think that is especially important for the children that are watching the movies. Becuase they see that all the kids are looking like them and have super powers anyway, no matter what skincolor or body type, so they do need to stress about that

Sexual consent: Especially in the main movies there are never any out of the blue sex moments. And as i allready mentioned Jean says: No” to a kiss with Logan because she doesn’t feel good with it but i think even more important is the scene in x men 3 where Jean goes completly Phoenix and wants to have sex with Logan he first goes along happily because that is what he allways wanted. But in the moment he realizes that Jean is out of her mind and not really there he stop immediatly. He regnoizes her boundaries and says: Let us stop. And let us talk about it tomorrow again.” And i think this scene is so important. It shows the viewer that just because a woman wants to have sex with you it is not necessarily right to use her helplessness as an excuse to actual have sex with her. Instead you should try to get her sober/clean and bring her home.

Up-to-dateness: Escpecially the older movies are still really up to date. There is this whole scene in X men 2 where police forces are storming into the mutant school by night and are arreasting little children by gun power. Just to imprison them later on, with out food, proper cloths or a lawyer. But also the realization that if you are part of a marginalized group you have to fight 10x times harder to be accepted, that you allways have to good, because one mistake and everyone will hunt you down and bully you again. That gets a nice addaition by the scene in x men 1 where Mystique says that she was afraid to go to school when you was young because of her beng different even though noone can actually see it.

Problems. of course there are problems. Here are the four main ones.

Solo movies: Everything i said about the x men movies does not necessarily have to apply for the solo movies. The Wolverine solo movies allways feature a quick female love interest and fights that get more brutal and bloody with every new solo movie released. They do not take their time to explore Logans PTSD and trauma even more and focus more on the action. And also the female love interest do not know how to fight, are weak, are needing protection and are getting killed off easily.

Storm. Her character was more of a side character from the beginning. She had not really much character development but all in all her character still got treated well (okay in x men 3). It gets horrible in the new movies. In days of future past she only appears because of her powers. She is just standing there and fights. She does not share more then one sentence with the three main characters. With all those characters she is actually really close with in xmen 1 to 3. While all “old” characater (those that allready appeared in x men 1 to 3 and survived) get a heartful goodbye she is excluded from it. Then her origin story happens in Apocolpyse. here she not only joins the bad ones first, she also get absolut sidelined again. Why she joins the good ones in the end is absolut unclear because she never says anything. And i do not even remeber if she even was in Dark Phoenix. Because IF she was in there she probably never said more then one word. We never got the Jean/Scott/Storm origin story we deserve

Rasism. For a movie that is so diverse it has surprisingly few persons of color. Beisde of Storm there is actually no POC in those movies. And let you only need to see above to see how bad she got treated at the end. And then there is still this cursed scene from X men First class where the bad guy says: “You can stay here and live like slaves. Or you can come with me and live like king and queens.” and in the moment he says: Slaves.” the camera focuses on the only black giy in the group who gets murder 5 minutes later. “Kings” zoom at the blond white guy who survives the movie. “Queen” focus on the latina woman in the group who joins the bad guys 5 seconds later and gets injured badly at the end of the movie.

Apocolypse. Actually everyting about this movie is horrible. F.e. while the other movies tried to show how Erik over comes his KZ trauma by making it a part of himself Apocolypse reduces being jewish completly to the KZ and kills off his whole family five minutes later... again. A forced straight romance that leads nowhere. Everything about Storm in this movie. This movie is just cursed.

Also x men 3 feels a little bit off sometimes but this is part of another post

So with the Xmen now joining the MCU i can highly recommend everyone to check out the x men movies. Especially the old ones from 2000 who still have the most depth and do not try to be a copy of the MCU.

So all in all i can highly recommend you to watch the X men movies. And the contunity errors that many MCU fans are laughing about are actually really helpful because it makes the movies more flexible then the MCU movies. And that avoid shitstorms and makes the fandom - most of the time - a really relaxed place to be in

#x men #xmcu #mcu #marvel #x men master post #master post

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tempestaurora · 6 years ago

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WHUMPVEMBER #22: FRIENDLY FIRE

this was gonna be angst central and then i couldn’t be bothered and decided to be cute instead. anyway, this can follow on from day 21 if you want. it’ll be set somewhere like a year after, but in the same verse. it’s perfectly fine as a standalone, however. AO3

“Are you even aiming for her mouth?” Tony asked, raising an eyebrow at Peter across the table, who was making airplane noises as he tried to feed baby Morgan, giggling in her high seat.

“Yeah,” Peter muttered, despite the mess that was the apple-flavoured baby food across the tray and table. “She’s just not great at holding still – come on, Morgan, there you go!”

Tony smiled at the scene before turning back to his own dinner. Pepper sat next to him, her fingers curled around her wine glass, her bare feet tapping a rhythm out on the floor.

“He’s doing great,” Pepper said, as Morgan wasn’t trying to stick her fist in the bowl. “Yesterday, I was trying to get her to eat breakfast and she picked up the bowl and threw it across the room.” Peter and Tony laughed as she smiled, tipping her head to the side. “She’s got a good arm – almost cleared the couch.”

Tony raised an eyebrow. “Is that what caused the suspicious stain down the back of it?”

Pepper hummed. “The maid’s visiting on Friday, I’m going to see if she can fix it because I sure as hell couldn’t.”

Tony opened his mouth to respond but was cut off by FRIDAY speaking overhead.

“There are incoming reports of an attack on the Met. Men armed with guns have attacked civilians and taken hostages.”

The three superheroes at the table looked at one another for a moment before Tony stood. He sent a glance at the other two and then his daughter, giggling and oblivious to the mood shift.

“You two go,” Pepper said. “I’ll take Morgan to Julie in PR and catch up.”

Tony and Peter nodded in tandem, then the three of them were on their feet; Tony rushing out to the balcony, calling the armour to attach around his body and Peter to the couch where he’d dumped his backpack, pulling out the Spiderman suit and jumping into it. Pepper swung Morgan up into her arms and disappeared into the depths of the penthouse, towards the elevator, where she’d search for one of her friends, who worked for SI in the building, to babysit, before calling the Rescue armour.

Tony looked out across the city, sky slowly growing dark, and let his fingers twitch until Peter ran out, swinging onto Tony’s back. The two of them lifted off, FRIDAY plotting the course to the Met and linking the comms together at once.

“The attack has been claimed by the Watch Dogs,” FRIDAY announced.

“The who now?” Tony replied.

“The Watch Dogs,” Peter said. “They’re an anti-inhuman terrorist group. How don’t you know that?”

If Tony could’ve shrugged while flying with a spider-child on his back, he would’ve. “Been busy raising an infant or something like that. Why would the German Shepherds attack the Met?”

FRIDAY responded instantly. “The newest exhibition is a celebration of inhuman powers and culture. Tonight is the opening, in which many inhuman artists and prominent members of their community were invited. According to reports from police frequencies, it is believed that at least half of the people at the event are dead.”

“Shit,” Peter muttered.

“Yeah, kid,” Tony breathed. “Shit.”

The Met didn’t look like a bloodbath from the outside. It was lit up with spotlights shooting beams out into the sky; neon lights along the edges of the building, large signs and banners announcing the exhibition: Inhuman. The initial panic with inhumans was over long ago; many had gone through Terrigenisis, discovered incredible powers – given to them by the Cree, or something, Tony had only skimmed the report – and been immediately added to a watchlist.

When the Accords were put into place, inhumans were called in to sign right after the Avengers. After that, it was mutants and then it was just the vigilantes on the streets who hadn’t come in to sign because they’d found the loophole that they weren’t any of the above. Peter was like them – luckily still a minor and so didn’t have to sign yet – but people like Jessica Jones and Luke Cage (illegal experiments) and Daredevil (bad luck and God turning his back on him) were then searched for in the streets until they signed the papers they’d been avoiding.

There were still people out there avoiding the Accords, and Tony assumed there always would be – but he hadn’t heard of the Watch Dogs; hadn’t heard of their anti-inhuman code and the attacks they’d pulled off before. FRIDAY listed them in one ear during the trip and fell silent upon arrival.

It didn’t look like a bloodbath at all. Not from outside.

Police were lined up in squad cars; snipers on nearby roofs and a strike team clambering out of a van. Peter dropped off Tony’s back as an officer approached, supposedly the one in charge.

“Stark,” she said with a nod. “I hope you’re here to make yourself useful.”

“Be a bit of a dick move if I was just here to watch,” Tony replied, looking to the building.

“They entered through the front,” the officer said. “Took down security and went into the main event where they opened fire. There’s been zero contact with them so far, but they are live streaming.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

She nodded him to the nearest squad car, where a few officers were crowded around a phone. Tony and Peter followed and looked as she angled the phone towards them.

“FRI,” he said, “get the feed for Spidey and my monitors.”

He looked away as it appeared in front of him; a poor angle of an exhibition hall, blood splattered across the walls and art work, sculptures rising out from piles of dead bodies.

“Christ.”

“You can say that again,” Peter muttered.

“They’ve been spending most of the feed just talking out their asses – anti-inhuman sentiment and all that. We’re gonna have strike teams head in across the different entrances, shoot to kill.”

“And the hostages?”

She sighed. “They started killing one hostage every five minutes about ten minutes ago. Just for kicks. They know what’s going to happen. The longer we wait, the more likely they’re all going to die anyway.”

“Right,” Tony said, blowing out a breath. “Get your teams in position. I’ll head through the front-”

“Karen says there’s a good entrance high up into the room they’re keeping the hostages in,” Peter announced. “I’ll head in through the windows.”

Tony nodded. “Stay out of sight, alright? Don’t jump in until everyone’s in position – I’ll link us to the police comms.”

Peter saluted. “Got it. Oh – Karen says Pepper’s on her way over.”

“Great. FRIDAY can relay the plan to her. Kid, you and Rescue try and save as many hostages as possible.”

Peter scoffed. “Like I was going to do anything else.”

The assault happened in the time it took for Tony’s heart to beat once, twice, three times-

It was gunfire and blood splattering; cops falling from their vantage points in stairwells when they were hit and bullets bouncing off Tony’s suit. He fought them with his repulsors and with the strength the suit allowed him; throwing them across the room to be taken out by someone else.

There were less hostages than Tony had hoped. It was more than half the party dead on the ground; their blood painting the art work hanging on the walls and the sculptures of rebirth and Terregensis – moments of new life and broken faces of either heartbreak or absolute delight now painted in a deep, dripping crimson.

The Watch Dogs had bombs, because of course they did, and they went off around the room; small blasts that took down a wall or a group of people. They weren’t the big kind of bombs, but they were still doing damage.

Everywhere Tony turned there was a familiar blur of red. Spiderman leaping across the room, weaving in and out of trouble as he picked up civilians and deposited them at doorways, behind officers, in good hiding places. Peter didn’t focus on the Rabid Dogs much – he took down one, from what Tony saw, and immediately leapt off to help a woman stumbling through the fray.

Then Peter was out of Tony’s sight, and Tony was blasting off the bad guys, left right and centre.

Then, there was silence.

Across the room, whatever laptop they’d been streaming on was a steaming pile of charred plastic, the connection broken, and then two things happened at once:

First, a hand landed on his back. Second, a bomb detonated across the room.

It was a small explosion; localised and did little damage to anything but the floor – but it made everyone jump. It made Tony jump more so, as the hand landed on his back, and he spun suddenly, shooting before thinking; a repulsor beam hitting Peter square in the chest and throwing him across the room.

Peter hit the wall with a force that broke the painting he landed against, before falling to the floor. There was a second of shocked silence, then: “Fuck. Oh shit. Pe- Spidey. Spidey. Fuck, come on.”

Tony shot across the room, his faceplate retracting as he landed by Peter’s side. The front of his suit was smouldering with the blast and his head was drooped forward. Tony shuffled Peter’s body, trying to hear his breathing, trying to feel a pulse.

“FRI-FRIDAY?”

“Mr Parker is still breathing. He may have been knocked unconscious when he hit the wall, however.”

Tony blew out a relieved breath before the nerves set in again. He knocked his kid unconscious. Jesus Christ.

“Tony? Tony! Is he alright?” Pepper’s voice flooded in and Tony turned, only for a second, to find Pepper running across the room, donned in her suit. She’d entered the comms half way through the assault and confirmed that she’d helped hostages cleared the building – but that was before… this.

“Fuck,” Tony said. “FRIDAY thinks he’s unconscious.” Tony was moving Peter’s body until he was leaned up against his chest; his small body feeling so fragile in Tony’s grip. “I thought- I thought he was a bad guy. I – Pep.”

“It’s alright,” Pepper said as her faceplate retracted. “FRIDAY, set up the medbay at the Tower. See who’s on standby and bring them in. Come on, sweetie, let’s get you some help.” As she spoke, Pepper gently took Peter from Tony’s arms until she was carrying him, bridal style, in her own.

“Pep-”

“I’ll get him back to the tower,” she said, then her eyes flickered to the wall for a second, where the broken painting was swinging. “Yes,” she said, to the thin air. “I’ll send him. Tony, the officer in charge wants to speak with you. It’s fine, I’ll look after him.”

Pepper stood, a thousand times less jittery than Tony was feeling. He scrambled up after her. “Pepper-”

“This isn’t your fault,” she said, knowing already what he was going to say. “It was an accident. Spidey’s a tough kid, he’ll make it through. Go talk to the officer and catch up. I’ll make sure he’s okay.”

Pepper started off towards the windows, mostly shattered from the battle, and Tony looked after her, watching Peter’s body shift in her arms.

“Thank you,” he called.

Pepper didn’t reply to him, just smiled over her shoulder. She then turned to Peter. “Yeah, that’s right,” she murmured, soft. “Welcome back to the world of the living. We’re going to take a ride. Hold on.”

Tony watched as Pepper shot off into the night sky, carrying his son – their son? – in her arms.

Tony arrived about two and a half minutes after Pepper did, but it was enough time for Peter to be situated on a bed and for him to start rambling as if nothing had happened.

Tony disassembled the suit before entering, find Pepper in full armour leaning against a wall, her arms crossed and an amused smile playing across her lips. Peter, on the bed, was telling the doctor about the new Lego Death Star he and Ned were building – it was twice the size of their last one and they’d saved up for it for three months.

He looked up when Tony entered. “Hey, Tony!” Peter greeted.

“Hey, Pete,” Tony replied, stepping close. God, there was a dark stain on Peter’s suit where the repulsor had burnt it. There’d be no doubt bruises across his back from where he hit the wall. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m alright,” Peter said. “Though doc’s worried about me going unconscious for a bit there.”

Tony blew out a breath through his nose. “Look, Pete, I’m really sorry-”

“It’s okay,” Peter interrupted. “Really. I made you jump. There was that loud noise. It’s chill-”

“It’s not chill.”

“Okay, but it’s still fine. Seriously. I’m okay, I feel fine, and I know not to get on your bad side because those repulsor blasts are crazy strong.”

Tony winced, so Peter winced, and Tony had the strong feeling that Pepper was laughing at them. “Peter. Really, I’m sorry.”

Peter smiled and Tony could hear him pouring every ounce of sincerity he had into his response. “I forgive you, Tony. Really. But if you feel like you need to make it up to me, I never got to have desert before we rushed off to fight crime-” Peter broke off into laughter as Tony ruffled his hair, his eyes rolling.

“Oh, yeah, you’re fine.”

“See? Told you so!”

Pepper hummed as she stepped to Tony’s side. “Let’s let the doctor be the judge of that. But I agree: desert is needed. I’ll go fetch Morgan and some ice cream. You two be good.” She bumped her knuckles against Peter’s – something they’d been doing recently probably to make Tony feel left out – and pressed a kiss against Tony’s cheek – something she’d been doing for years, that always made Tony feel particularly not left out – before heading for the door.

“Ice cream,” Peter whispered with a smile. “Totally worth you attempting to kill me.”

“I didn’t-”

Peter cackled at Tony’s incredulous expression.

“You’re a terror child. You know that? I’m really glad we had Morgan so she can replace you. I only need one child and I’m picking her.”

Peter laughed still and shifted to the side to let Tony sit on the bed as the doctor moved to the monitor by the wall. “You would never,” Peter said. “Pepper likes me too much for that.”

“Yeah, kid,” Tony smiled. “Pepper would never let me get rid of you.”

As if Tony would ever dream of it, anyway.

#whumptober #irondad spiderson #pepperony #pepper potts #tony stark #bethany talks #whumpvember

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notcaring99 · 6 years ago

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Becoming Me (Avengers x Reader) 7/?

Warnings: Swearing and spoliers. (Is Age of Ultron still a spoiling movie?)

Ft: Maximoff Twins

Summary: You won over the team. Now what?

A/N: Here is Part 7! I think I am gonna make this a mini fan fiction. I am going to try and find the tag list I had for this and all the people that wanted to be tagged in. I’m sorry I’ve been slacking on this story. Thank you lovelies and def let me know what you think. I love constructive criticism.

Part 1/Part 2 /Part 3/Part 4/ Part 5/ Part 6/ Part 7/ Part 8

After that day with Steve and Tony, no one questioned your loyalty. You were one of the Avengers and when the world called you would answer. You helped them find the scepter for that Loki had before trying to rule the world.

Boom! You turn around and throwing a fireball at the HYDRA agents around you. “Shit!” You hear Tony yell through the earpiece

“Language. Jarvis what’s the view from upstairs?” Steve questions the machine in the sky. You fly through the air taking down men from above and keeping an eye on everyone. Thor sees you in the air, and throws a machine gun in the air. Using a fire ball you light it on fire.

“The central building is protected by some kind of energy shield. Strucker’s new molecule is well beyond any other HYDRA base we’ve taken.” Jarvis informs us through our intercoms. You groan as someone attacks you from above, making you hit the snow covered ground. You look up to see the Hulk, and a missile flying over you. You thank Banner with a nod before the Hulk jumps away to attack other guys.

“Loki’s scepter must be here. Strucker couldn't mount his defensive without it. Long last.” you hear Thor explains. You decide to stay on the ground for a little bit to fight off the men.

“That long last is lasting a little long boys.” Natasha says out of breath. You move toward a gun that has been shooting at Clint. Conjuring up some wind, you move the gun to be aimed at another.

“Cap, I think we lost the element of surprise.” Clint’s voice is heard through your intercom. A few shots later, the gun is taken out. You use a fire ball to take out the other gun. “Thanks Y/N.” you nod your head towards Clint before flying up into the air.

“There are triple the amount of men now then there was when we got here.” you announce as you fly through the air taking out things and people when needed.

“Wait a second. No one else is going to deal with the fact that Cap just said language?” Tony asks us astonishingly, and you laugh before landing by a group of men. Seeing the chunk of rock, you levitate it and throw it at the group. They jump away from it, but during their jump you push a gust of wind sending them into trees and across the forest.

“I know. It just slipped out.” Steve’s voice comes through. They fall to the ground in pain, and you smile before flying away.

“Clint!” Natasha’s panic voice comes through. You stop trying to take out the big guns for a minute to listen in.

“What’s wrong with Clint?” you question Natasha, but am interrupted by a blur running past you and making you fall back into a tree and on the ground.

“We have an enhanced in the field.” Steve informs the team as you struggle to get up.

“Yup. I know just got knocked down by him.” Suddenly the blur is back and you're knocked down again.

“What you didn’t see that coming?” a blonde haired beautiful blue eyed boy says to you.

“Really that’s the line you're going with?” you taunt the blonde kid as you stand up.

“You are pretty too bad you're one of them.” He is in front of you now, and you're about to attack but you're am knocked into the tree. You get up holding your head before leaning against a tree.

“The enhanced is just kid, who just complimented me then threw me against a tree.” You inform the team before using my powers to knock out another group of soldiers. “Making him an ass.” you state to the group over the coms.

“Clint’s hit.” You hear groaning, and you get up into the air. You fly towards where you last saw Clint. “Someone want to deal with that bunker?” Natasha sounds annoyed. You hear the Hulk’s yell, and crashing. “Thank you.” you get to the scene a little lightheaded. Men were shooting at Natasha as she helped Clint. You land right behind her.

“Head down!” you yell, and she obliges as you start shooting fire making a huge circle around the three of you.

“Stark we need to get inside.” Steve’s occupied voice comes through the com.

“I’m closing in.” Tony states and then he is talking to Jarvis. You sigh as you run over to Natasha.

“How is he?” you ask as Clint groans back in reply. Sighing, you grab his hand and hold it tightly. Ever since you healed Steve, you haven’t been able to do it again. Tony and Bruce have been trying to help you figure out your own abilities, but they are so erratic.

“He is shot. I don’t know, but can you make sure that we don’t get hit while I check?” Natasha asks you, and you nod your head standing up.

“See you in a bit Clint.” you reassure him before stepping away and firing up. You shoot up into the air looking around the perimeter.

“Drawbridge is down people.” Tony announces sounding proud of himself.

“Clint’s hit pretty bad guys we are gonna need evac.” Natasha’s voice rings through your ear.

“I can get Barton to the jet. You and Stark secure the scepter.” Thor reasons with the rest of the team.

“Copy that.” Steve reassures he heard us. You land on the ground again, but find yourself in the way of the blur.

“Really?!” You yell as you’re knocked down again. He slows down and shrugs before running away.

“And for gosh sake watch your language.” Tony’s voice comes through, and you shake your head at the small banter.

“That’s not going away anytime soon.” Steve says making you laugh.

“Probably not. I just ran into the enhance again, but it looks like he is heading inside.” you say through the com.

“Seems like this blur likes you.” Natasha muses through the com. You roll your eyes and fly in the air again.

“Nat, stop it. We aren’t finding me a date right now with a kid.” You announce before you near her as men begin to surrender.

“You need to find someone. You’re young, pretty, shy, smart and a badass.” You hit Natasha with your shoulder slightly.

“Ya, well I guess guys aren’t knocking on an element controlling girl who can kill them in a minute.” you sass back as Natasha hits you slightly.

“I’m serious.” Nat warns as an agent is coming behind her. You grab your gun from your holster and fire at the agent’s hand and leg.

“I am too. But I promise I’ll find someone when Tony stops being sassy all the time.” You tease knowing the boys are listening to you.

“Sadly you'll be forever single then, sweet cheeks. Besides I made you that suit you should be nicer to me.” Tony sasses back. You laugh and look around the woods.

“Ya. Well I had the design already drew out, you just made it reality with a little more gizmos.”

“Stop it you two. We’re lock down out here.” Natasha scolds you both with a slight smile.

“Then get to Banner, time for a lullaby.” Steve says through the com. Natasha smiles at you sadly before walking away.

“I’m not doing anything right now. What do you want me to do Cap?” You ask looking around and monitoring everything.

“Head to the ship, and help Barton in anyway you can.” you sigh, but obliged and fly towards the ship.

You shake your head at Clint as you’re taking his pulse. You are all in the jet flying towards the tower where Clint is to be fixed since you can’t heal him. You felt so helpless at this moment. “You are stupid.” You state while Clint just smirks at you.

“Yup. So...you met the enhance?” Clint questions out of breath.

“Shut up. You need to rest.” You shut him down as you look at the IV bag to make sure it was giving him the right amount of liquid. “But yes I did. He seems like an ass.”

“Thor report on the Hulk.” Natasha says as she is kneeling in front of a distraught Bruce.

“The gates of hell are filled with the screams of his victims.” You glare at Thor as Bruce looks down whimpering. You walk over to Steve and shake your head in amusement as Thor begins to backtrack and try to fix what he said.

“We finally have the scepter. What is going to happen after Thor brings it home?” You ask Steve as you take a seat.

“We go back to our lives I guess as heroes.” Steve answers you while looking down to take his gloves off.

“Hey, Banner. Hulk or you or whatever, saved me from a missile so thanks.” You smile at the sad guy. He smiles at your attempt to cheer him up.

“Hey Banner, Dr. Cho is on her way from Seoul. Is it okay if she sets up in your lab?” Tony asks from the front of the jet.

“Ya. She knows her way around.” Banner tells Tony up front. You nod your head before walking over to Barton to check his pulse again.

“You’ll be feeling better soon.” you soothe Barton as you sit beside him and squeeze his hand, and he squeezes back. His eyes shutter closed, as he finally gets some rest.

Once you all landed, Natasha is off with the others to bring Barton to medical care with Dr. Cho. You walk out of the jet leaving Tony and Steve in the jet. “Going to check on Barton?” Tony asks you from the front of the jet.

“Yes. He is my friend you know?” You sass Tony as Maria begins to walk towards you guys.

“A friend, okay.” Tony scoffs, but you laugh shaking your head at what Tony is implying.

“He’s like a brother to me, Tony!” You yell before walking inside as Maria begins to talk to Tony and Steve. You are stopped though by a worker of Cho’s who is asking you some questions. Steve and Maria walk in talking about the enhances as the worker leaves.

“Their abilities?” Steve asks holding the tablet, you follow in sync with them.

“He has increased metabolism and improved homeostasis. Her thing is neuroelectric interface, telekinesis, mental manipulation.” Steve looks at Maria confused.

“He’s fast and she’s weird.” you speak up as you look at the twins and start reading their names. You take the tablet away from Steve with a smile. Wanda and Pietro Maximoff.

“Exactly.” Maria speaks up as you feel her eyes bore into your skull. Maria has never cared for you, and you never cared for her.

“Well they're gonna show up again.” The elevator dings indicating it’s here. You pass Maria back the tablet with a small smile.

“Agreed.” Maria agrees as Steve and you walk into the elevator.

“You mind if I tag along?” Steve shakes his head as Maria speaks up again.

“Files say they volunteered for Stucker’s experiments. It’s nuts.”

“Right. What kind of monster would let a German scientist experiment on them to protect their country?” Steve sass and you widen your eyes at that. You totally forgot about that.

“We’re not at war Captain.” Maria bounces back.

“They are.” Steve states just as the elevator closes. “So you staying for Tony’s party?” Steve asks you as the elevator begins to move downwards.

“I have nowhere else to go. You staying or going back to Brooklyn?” You ask as the elevator gets to the level where Barton is at. Steve and you are close, but nothing like you hoped. You had grown feelings for the super soldier, but you have never been able to tell him.

“Staying. I haven’t found a place I can afford in Brooklyn.” Steve says as you both step out of the elevator. You begin to walk down the hall where Dr. Cho has Clint, Steve following suit.

“Well I guess we’ll be staying here for a few days. Luckily no more raids though. Maybe I can rest.” You reason as we both look through the glass walls to see Dr. Cho with Natasha standing by and watching as a machine starts its work.

“Maybe. Dr. Cho looks like she stabilized him.” Steve reassures with a smile flashed your way.

“Yes looks like he will be fine.” You smile satisfied that the stubborn archer is okay. You already saved his life once, and you rather he didn’t die.

“Hey do you mind if you might help me find Bucky while we’re both here for a few days?” Steve asks shyly. Steve told you all about Bucky and how he was looking for him before you arrived. You knew he’d never give up looking for Bucky, just like you would never give up looking for your sister if you ever saw her again.

“No not at all. I actually might have information for you.” you tell Steve and this makes him perk up. “If you would follow me.” you suggest striding towards the bottom level. Steve follows behind you as you talk about how you’ve been running facial recognition since the last time you talked about Bucky.

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forever-more-never-again · 7 years ago

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Burning (Scene 6/?)

I do not own Avengers or MCU*Gif not mine*

I’m so excited to work on this series for you guys. I am getting closer to the climax and the end. Still up in the air whether I want it to end in angst or fluff

Like always, you guys can send me asks or message me for anything. I’d love to hear your comments on this series.

Slow burn Natasha Romanoff X (enhanced!mutant!) Reader

Word Count:~1300

Warnings: PTSD, Flashbacks, anxiety/panic attack

Prologue / Scene One / Scene Two / Scene Three / Scene Four / Scene Five /Scene Six / Scene Seven / Scene Eight / Scene Nine / Scene Ten

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*Readers POV*

I stood ramrod straight at the intrusion of this stranger. The dark skinned man wearing the eyepatch simply continued to stare at me in silence after his initial introduction.

Finally the silence become so tense that I could feel Natasha shifting next to me. I decided to break the silence. “Nick Fury. My name is [Y/f/n] [Y/l/n]. Not phoenix.”

I walked around the table in the center of the room until I stood at the head. Everyone's eyes slowly following me. I could feel my nerves rising, but kept a show of cold indifference on my face.

“Please sit.” I gestured to the chairs. The team and the man named Nick Fury sat down. I was startled when the door opened and another person entered. The man looked familiar but I couldn't place him. He was wearing an oversized grey sweatshirt and looked anxious to be here.

The Captain spoke up, drawing my focus to him instead of the man who walked in, “So [y/n], the floor is yours, you obviously have something to say, so say it.”

I straightened up. The tone in the Captain's voice stirred my anger slightly. He had no right to sound so judgemental when he was the one who forced me to come here.

“You’re right. I do have something to say. But Captain, do not forget that I helped you before, I believe you owe me a favor, do not presume to think I will break under pressure.” I looked away at a wall, “I have been put under worse than that and never broke.”

Steve had the grace to look abashed as I called him out, and I looked over and saw respect in the green eyes of the Black Widow.

I continued, “I was put under the impression that if I do not join this so called ‘Avengers team’ then I will be considered a weapon of destruction and taken into the care of the government. Is this true?”

Nick Fury nodded, “I am the director of Shield, the agency that helps run the Avengers branch. I personally talked to the US president and the Russian Government. They both agreed to not press charges or pursue imprisonment if you were part of the Avengers.”

I swallowed hard, “Okay. I once was the plaything for people who sought to control me. I will not allow that to happen again. So I want it stated clearly now. I will join this team, but I will not try to become your ‘buddy’” I walked around the table, looking each person in the eye, my wings softly rustling against my back at my agitation, “You will not dig into my past, you will not question me about my past. I will be allowed to leave the tower without the permission of anyone. And, “ I stopped right next to the Captain as I said my last stipulation, “ I will not allow any experiments or tests to be done on my person.”

Nick Fury interrupted the staring contest, “These are your stipulations. I agree to them. Everyone?”

I watched as one by one everyone slowly nodded, agreeing. I felt some of the tension leave my shoulders.

As Natasha stood up to come over to me, the man who I didn’t know spoke up suddeny, “Hi, [Y/n]? My name is Bruce Banner, but you might remember me as the Hulk.”

I tilted my head at that. This was the giant green man who raged and smashed during the New York attack?

He seemed to sense my confusion and let a small smile grace his features, “I know, totally different right?” He gestured to his small frame, “Trust me , you’ll learn about it in a while. But for now I have a question about what you were doing when the team went to extract you?”

That caught everyone else's interest as they realized they still didn't know what you had been doing in Siberia.

Natasha was closest, and I felt the need for human contact as I struggled to phrase this in a way that didn't pave the way for questions regarding my past. I leaned against Natasha’s side, unaware of how she seemed to tense before relaxing.

“To answer your question..Bruce, I will only say that I am looking for a particular Hydra Commander. I will not say who and I ask that you not press for more information, in regards to my stipulation about my past.”

I turned to Natasha, my wings subconsciously opening to enfold both of us. “Can you please show me where my room will be?”

The red headed nodded, as she turned to the door, I noticed a slight pink flush on her cheeks. My mind buzzed, was she embarrassed? Was she disgusted with my wings? At that thought, my wings immediately pulled back tight against my back.

So what, I thought, I’m not here to make friends. Who cares what these so called ‘heroes’ thought of my mutation?

But as I followed the red head through the halls, I couldn’t quite the small voice in my heart whispering that I did care what the Woman thought of me.

Natasha stopped in front of a door in one of the hallways, “Here is a key, there is also FRIDAY in case you lose it.”

“FRIDAY?”

“Yes miss. How can I help?”

I jumped as the british voice seemed to fill the air. I looked around for the person, my wings open in a protective stance. I heard Natasha laugh before she placed a hand on my shoulder. I tried to ignore how my heart skipped at the sound of her throaty laugh.

“Relax [Y/n] thats FRIDAY, he is an AI. He is connected throughout the tower, you can ask him anything. I doubt Tony has put your name in, but I wouldn’t doubt it.”

I calmed down, pulling my wings back in. “Oh. Thats….neat.”

Natasha bit her lip. My eyes caught the action. There was a moment before she seemed to realize we were still standing outside the room.

She quickly opened the door and led me inside. I shook myself from my daze and looked at the room.

Immediately I felt tense. It was bare of any feeling of living. The walls were white. There was one window looking out across New York. One king sized bed was pushed up against a wall, white sheets on it.

I felt claustrophobic. It was too much like the room I spent most of my life in. I didn’t realize I was hyperventilating until I felt Natasha leading me outside the room.

“Deep breath in, and out. Through the nose, out the mouth.” She kept repeating the words as her hands gently guided me to the floor.

I tried to breathe like she was saying, and slowly I felt the world stop spinning. I folded my hands over my head, my wings coming out to envelop me in a cocoon on the floor.

I tried to distract my mind from the images trying to break down the wall I had built when my wings felt a presence pushing them aside. I looked up to see Natasha squeezing herself into my cocoon. I adjusted my wings so that she wasn’t squished.

The Red head shot me a small smile. She came beside me, just sitting in silence with me. I took the time to really look at her. Her red hair came to rest on her shoulders, little wisps of it escaping and attempting to curl at the ends. She was still wearing her black stealth suit. I admired the way it hugged her body. Her face was soft, but I could see the years of harshness and bloodshed that she had been through in her eyes. The green orbs held a look that I had seen many times looking back at me in mirrors.

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meggtheegg · 6 years ago

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not sure if you've already done this, but Evan rankings?

YES I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS OKAY

EDIT - I put them into chronological order because I feel iffy about listing them from “best” to “worst” because they’re all wonderful

Ben Platt - Ben is the original. He won a Tony, and he deserved it. His portrayal is what most people think of when they hear “Evan Hansen.” He keeps Evan really specific but also very broad and open to interpretation. He’s a very relatable Evan that everyone can see themselves in, at least a little. He’s intensely emotional, his voice is stellar, and he’s just overall amazing. There’s not much I can say that hasn’t been said yet. The only reason I put the other two above him are 1. I saw them both live and have not seen Ben Platt on anything but a bootleg, 2. I do kinda have to suspend my disbelief about him being a teenager, and 3. I can’t unsee Elder Cunningham. So yeah, my own issues, not Ben’s. He’s awesome. I love him.

Michael Lee Brown - Hands down, my favorite Evan. By far. MLB is brilliant and had he been the original Evan instead of Ben Platt, I am convinced he would have gotten the Tony. His Evan is real and raw and so so emotional. His scene before You Will Be Found is the most uncomfortable thing in the world to witness, and you know he wants it that way. He stays on the floor for so long, having a panic attack so intense that his face goes red and you can see the veins in his neck and whenever you think he’s been going for long enough that he must be about to regroup, he just keeps going. He has consistent tics and fidgets that don’t feel planned or faked. He doesn’t try to justify Evan doing bad things. When he yells at Heidi or dismisses Jared, you get mad at him. But when it all comes down to it, you love him and feel empathy for him because he is so human. He makes dumb mistakes but he’s not defined by those mistakes. And he looks the part better than any of the others, in my opinion. In terms of character, I feel like actors tend to either interpret him as either having social anxiety or autism. Both are super valid and both make sense, but (probably due to personal experience) I usually tend to prefer the latter. My younger brother is Evan’s age, and he’s on the spectrum. He’s not usually crazy about theatre, but he was captivated when we took him to Dear Evan Hansen. He said it felt like he was watching himself onstage, and I don’t know if that’s Michael Lee Brown’s intention, but it sure as hell seems to be, and it sure looks like he did his research.

Colton Ryan - Colton was my second Evan, and honestly I think he is so underrated. The bootleg that’s out there does not capture what a fantastic Evan he is. He falls on the other side interpretation-wise, unquestioningly portraying anxiety, and boy does he do it well. Maybe it’s just because he’s very “conventionally attractive” or whatever, but his Evan seems like the kind of guy who could be one of the most popular kids in school if he wasn’t so afraid to talk to people. His Evan is witty and not exactly sure of himself, but he knows who he is and what he could be. He sees his own potential, if that makes sense. “Waving Through A Window” is a little less “I’m invisible and there’s nothing I can do about it” and a little more “I know what I have to do to get noticed, but the idea of that terrifies me.” His physicality is unbelievable and it makes his “Words Fail” in particular extremely powerful. In the beginning of the show, he is hunched over, looking at the floor, trying to make himself as small as physically possible without looking awkward. As the show goes on and he gets more and more confident, you can see him slowly start to stand up straighter and look people in the eye and become more and more confident, but it happens so gradually that you don’t even really notice it’s happening until a moment in “Words Fail,” where he shrivels right back down as everything collapses around him. It’s remarkable. He’s fantastic. Also, his Evan fixes some kind of problematic elements. Because of the way he plays him, his medication feels less like it was prescribed to be taken daily and more of a “take only as needed” thing. So, when his confidence grows and he stops taking it, it feels a little more like the “success” that Heidi sees it as. It’s such a little thing, but it always bugged me that a nurse would be proud of her son going off his meds.

Noah Galvin - Noah is a wonderful comedic actor. I love him in The Real O’Neals, and I feel like if he’d been cast as Jared, he’d be very high on that list, because he’s got a real skill for finding glimmers of depth in the comic relief. But for me, personally, his Evan leaned a little too hard on comedy and that made his emotional moments a little less impactful. His singing voice is stellar and his chemistry with the rest of the cast was undeniable. I’m always happy to see him pop up in their Instagram stories. But, casting a comedic actor in an extremely serious, emotional role that’s way out of their comfort zone, though an interesting idea, is a real risk. A good friend of mine saw him and loved him, though, so again, this is very much my issue. I think I have a vision of what Evan should be, and that vision is pretty much just MLB’s portrayal, and Noah’s is the most different from his. So, yeah

Taylor Trensch - Now, quick disclaimer, I saw Taylor during Mike Faist’s final performance, so my focus wasn’t quite on him and he’s so sweet that he may very well have toned his own stuff down a little to highlight Mike, but his Evan, for me, was a little hit-and-miss. He tries a lot of new things that nobody else brings to the table and I definitely applaud him for that. It didn’t work for me, personally, but that doesn’t mean he’s not good. His Evan is less obviously anxious. He has more of a confidence issue than full-blown social anxiety, and he’s very, very friendly, even in scenes where most actors kind of have him acting like a dick. He’s obviously unaware of when he’s hurting Jared’s feelings, not actively trying to exclude him, but almost buying into the idea that Jared doesn’t like him and giving him permission to leave him alone. And when arguing with Heidi, he sees himself as a victim of her anger who doesn’t have a need to really defend himself because he doesn’t seem to see why any of it would upset her. Where other Evans are hyper-aware of how their actions affect the people around them, Taylor’s is kind of blissfully unaware of the mess he’s gotten himself into until “Good For You.” It’s an interesting take, for sure, and I can see why people really love him. Also, his scene with Heidi before “So Big, So Small” is the best out of all of them. He’s so overwhelmed and afraid to admit everything to his mom and he’s crying so hard that he can barely get the words out and it was incredible.

Ben Levi Ross -I’ve only been able to catch snippets of Ben, but so far, I enjoy his Evan. He’s going to be amazing on tour, and I’m so glad he has that opportunity. Even after only going on a few times, he’s already so good and I look forward to seeing his Evan evolve over time. As I said with his Connor, oh my lord his voice is just…so nice.

Stephen Christopher Anthony - I’ve literally only heard his WTAW but I am already in love. He’s so good.

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star-trekkin-across-theuniverse · 7 years ago

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Resource Management, pt30-32

Word Count: 7664 (but it’s THREE chapters!!) Tags: @supermoonpanda @rayleyanns @sistasarah-sallysaidso @feelmyroarrrr @anyakinamidala @dirajunara @little-study-bug @rampant-salamander @goodnightwife @samaxraph99 @anotherotter @outside-the-government @kingarthurscat @coyote-in-space @originalpottervengerlock @dolamrothianlady @curiositywillbethedeathofme @superheroesofbothuniverses @mtriestowrite @wanderingkat77 Author’s note: This is the big finish (these three chapters were all sorta short so I stuck them together for you). Next up: One shot series of their backstory and history. PS, this cabin actually exists, right near where @rampant-salamander lives.

Cabin in the woods, he said. A retreat when I need to be away, he said. Completely off the grid, he said. I’d been imagining a picturesque little bunkhouse surrounded by trees. One bedroom, a galley kitchen, a pit toilet outside. I should have really considered that it was Tony Stark who said all those things to me.

The fucking place was huge. You could probably see it from space. It was easily four thousand square feet of gorgeous log cabin. The kitchen was bigger than my entire apartment. Actually, so was the bathroom. But I didn’t really notice. I just walked until I found a bedroom and collapsed.

It was morning when I woke, and for a minute I panicked. I didn’t recognize my surroundings, and the bright sunlight was streaming across the hardwood of the bedroom floor from the floor to ceiling windows leading to the sundeck. There were no curtains in the bedroom. There were only trees and rolling hills as far as I could see, which was a good enough reason to not have curtains. Why obscure such a stunning view if you were the only one nearby to see it. I knew the driveway was about three kilometres long, and I suspected that was the shortest distance to anything civilized.

I climbed out of bed and padded over to the window. I hadn’t slept well; I’d tossed most of the night, and I felt tired and sick. I ached all over, and was not looking forward to looking at myself in the mirror. I wasn’t sure what I was looking forward to the least: seeing the evidence of William Barrett’s attack on my body, or seeing the eyes of a murderer staring back at me. I shuddered and felt dirty everywhere. I had a moment where I understood Lady Macbeth on a cellular level. I just didn’t think I was ever going to feel clean again.

Despite that feeling, I ran myself a bath. I slipped under the hot water and felt some of the tension in my shoulders release. I folded up a facecloth and placed it over my eyes before tipping my head back and forcing myself through a series of breathing exercises to calm myself. I wasn’t replaying my fight with Barrett anymore, I promised myself. It was kill or be killed, and I valued myself far too much to have allowed him the victory. I kept repeating it to myself in the hopes that someday I would believe it. That it could justify my actions. I had a sudden and deep recognition of how hard it must be for agents like Phil, Barton, Romanov. To have to take a life and not dwell, not have a palatial retreat to escape to in order to heal your soul. I was hoping Tony’s cabin would heal my soul. That might be too much to expect from a log house.

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee finally reached my nose and brought me out of my thoughts. Off the grid indeed. J.A.R.V.I.S. apparently didn’t count. Of course, the place probably was run off of one of those arc reactors, so it would make sense. I pulled the plug on the tub and toweled off. It was completely quiet in the house, no music, no banging, no hint whatsoever that Tony had made it during the night. Then I remembered his conversation with J.A.R.V.I.S.. He was probably still dealing with William Barrett’s body.

I padded out to the kitchen in my towel, following my nose to the coffeemaker. A full pot was sitting there, waiting for me. J.A.R.V.I.S. was brilliant. I opened the cupboard above the machine and pulled down a cup. The morning was glorious, nothing but blue sky as far as the eye could see. The trees barely moved, so the air was still. I checked the thermometer outside the kitchen window and decided to drink my coffee on the deck. There was a lounge chair set up overlooking the field leading to a river. It was perfect. I laid back and just basked in the sun, feeling the warmth tickle my skin, and forced myself to push away thoughts of William Barrett again.

“You had to kill him, or he would have killed you,” I said quietly to myself, “you had to kill him, or he would have killed you.” I hoped Stark Industries had good employee health insurance because I suspected I was going to need a lot of therapy.

My cup ran empty, and I secretly wished Tony had sent one of his robots to live here so I could get a refill. I walked back into the kitchen and refilled my cup. My stomach growled and the lure of massive refrigerator was too much. I hadn’t had a real meal in nearly a week. I wanted eggs and bacon and toast and another huge cup of coffee. I pulled open the fridge. The cool air rushed out and I remembered I was still just in my towel. Suddenly cooking seemed like too much effort. I closed the fridge and rummaged around in the cupboards until I found a bowl and chopped up some fruit. The strawberries were so ripe they were dripping juice, and they were small, like they might come from the property. I was going to need an orientation if I was going to be here for any amount of time. Where to find wild strawberries was definitely the number one on my list.

Despite the coffee, once my stomach was full, I felt drowsy. I closed my eyes against the sun and took stock of myself. I was clean, I was warm, my tummy was full of delicious fruit and I was safe. I needed to convince myself of the least part so that I could relax enough to get some good solid sleep. I got another flash of the scene in the clearing, and could feel the phantom resistance of Barrett’s skull on the bottom of my bare foot.

“You had to kill him or he would have killed you,” I chanted. “You had to kill him or he would have killed you.”

I closed my eyes and dropped my arm over my forehead. A cool prickle ran slowly from my feet up to my face, and I realized I was suddenly in shadow. My eyes snapped open, but whomever it was standing over me was backlit, and just a silhouette. I scrambled up in the lounger, pushing against the sprung canvas, trying to gain my feet.

“You had to kill him, Annie. He would have killed you. Or worse.”

I fell off the far side of the lounger knocking my coffee cup off the deck table. Unsurprisingly, the cup cracked into three large pieces. I assumed a fighting stance and when I spread my legs, my towel popped open. I fumbled to tuck it closed again without looking away from the man on the other side of the lounger, willing my eyes to finally adjust.

“Stay back.” My voice was gravel, and using it hurt. I must have screamed in the clearing. I saw a hand reach toward me.

“Annie, you’re safe. I��m not here to hurt you,” the voice seemed so familiar, but I couldn’t place it. It wasn’t Tony, and Tony was the only human I’d interacted with in the last week. Well, aside from Barrett, who couldn’t possibly be standing in front of me.

“I could kill you. I know how.” My voice cracked, and my eyes filled with tears. I blinked and dashed them away.

“Annie, I’m coming across the chair. Please don’t attack me.” His voice was low, and soothing, and I could feel the tension melting in my shoulders. I redoubled my stance and took a step back. He stepped across the chair, fully into the shadows. My eyes finally adjusted as he pulled me into his arms in a quick maneuver. His hand came up to the back of my head and he held me close. I slumped into his shoulder and started to sob. I took a gasping breath and looked up at him.

“Phil, what,” I stopped to breathe, “what are you doing here?” I snaked my arms around his waist and dropped my head back onto his shoulder.

“Shh, it’s okay. I’m here. You’re here. We’re safe.” He led me back into the house. I followed without noticing where we were headed. He sat me down on the bed, and helped me put my legs in. He pulled the covers over me, and then reached under to pull my towel off me. I looked up and saw he was in his ridiculous running get up. He started to pull off his sweaty shirt, and stepped out of his shoes, and then climbed in the other side of the bed. He pulled me close, and I laid my head on his chest, listening to the rhythmic pounding of his heart.

“You need to sleep. J.A.R.V.I.S. said you tossed all night, and Tony said you haven’t slept more than three hours a stretch since you left Toronto. I’m here. You’re safe. Nothing can happen. But you need to sleep.” His hand tangled in the hair at the base of my neck. His breathing was slow and even, and he was warm. He smelled clean, but sweaty, and my hand traced lightly through his chest hair, the sensation against my fingertips numbing me to the world. It wasn’t long before I dropped into a deep, dreamless sleep.

I came awake slowly, alone in the bed. I sat up, wondering where Phil had gone. Had I only dreamed of him tucking me into bed? I saw his t-shirt on the floor where he’d dropped it when he’d tucked me in and my breathing slowed. I dragged a hand thought my hair and tied it back in a ponytail and pulled on shorts and a t-shirt. From the location of the sun, I could tell it was morning again, and when I took a deep breath to stretch my aching body, I could smell coffee. I followed my nose to the kitchen. Phil was sitting at the table, drinking his coffee and checking his email on a SHIELD laptop.

“Good morning,” I dropped a kiss on the back of his neck on my way to the coffee maker. He smiled up at me.

“You look better. How do you feel?”

“I’m sore. Everywhere. My chest is tight, like I’m on the edge of a panic attack that won’t come. But you’re here. For now, I’m okay.” I poured myself a cup and sat down.

“When was the last time you ate? Real food, I mean,” he asked.

“I had some fruit yesterday morning.” I closed an eye and thought about it, “but before that I think I had some beef jerky in McBride.”

“I’ll start on breakfast.” He kissed my cheek as he brushed past me to the kitchen. I followed him and popped myself up on the island counter to watch him. I didn’t stay still for long. He’d barely got the eggs on when I dropped off the counter and wrapped my arms around his waist, leaning my head against the centre of his back.

“I’ve missed you so much, Phil,” I murmured. “Is that weird? Is it too soon?” Phil turned around in my arms and cupped my face in his hands.

“No, it’s not too soon. We’ve known each other for ten years, Annie. I don’t think there’s anything weird about transitioning from friendship to love as quickly as we have.” He pressed a gentle kiss to my lips.

“Love?” The word popped out before I could stop it.

“I’m not really the kind of man to make the grand gesture, Annie.” The classic Coulson smirk resurfaced.

“I’m going to need to hear it,” I teased.

“I thought I made it clear to you that I love you in New York,” he raised an eyebrow.

“When you were yelling at me? I don’t remember that.” The tightness in my chest started getting worse. I took a deep breath, held it, and let it out slowly.

“I love you, Anna,” he said, “when Tony called me about Barrett, my heart nearly stopped. Again. I thought he was telling me you’d been killed. I can’t lose you like that.” He tilted his head and kissed me, his hands tangling familiarly in my hair. It was slow and soft and perfect. There was a snap from the stove and he pulled away and turned back to the eggs.

“I love you too, Phil.” I felt it should probably be clarified. He smiled over his shoulder.

“Glad we’re on the same page.”

“How long can you stay?” I didn’t want him to rush away after such a big pronouncement.

“I have a few days. The team is getting settled at the new base,” he started. “They should be okay on their own for a while.”

“New base?”

“SHIELD, as we knew it, is gone. Fury is in hiding –“

“Fury is ALIVE?” I interrupted.

“Yes, but he’s in hiding. He’s named a new director, to rebuild SHIELD from the ground up,” he finished his thought. I was confused. Tony had just hired Maria Hill.

“But Hill is working for Stark Industries now,” I commented.

“He didn’t name Maria the new director,” he explained. “He named me the new director.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” My jaw dropped. I wasn’t sure if I should be happy or furious.

“I was surprised myself. A lot of my conversation with Fury was surprising,” he admitted.

“Oh?”

“I’m an Avenger.” He slid the eggs onto a plate, and pulled the bacon out of the oven.

“You’re what?” I gaped at him.

“Fury said he ordered all those surgeries, all those interventions on me because I am an Avenger.” He was still in shock about the admission himself. There was confusion and surprise and something that might have been joy in his eyes.

“Does that mean I have to stop saying Thor is my favourite Avenger?” I teased. He pulled me into another kiss, this time rougher. I didn’t need another answer.

I needed to stretch, and move. After being cooped up in the Jeep for almost a week, I felt like I had muscle atrophy. And then there was the pain from my fight with William Barrett. I needed to do something more physical than getting tangled up in each in front of the TV.

“There were wild strawberries in the fridge yesterday morning. We should go hunting,” I suggested. Phil nodded.

“Sounds good. Maybe Tony will be here when we get back.” He rose from where we’d been sitting on the couch and headed toward the bedroom to get changed. He returned, stuffing his sidearm down the back of his jeans. I raised my eyebrow but said nothing.

There were no fences, but J.A.R.V.I.S. had told us the property was over 200 acres, so we headed in the direction of the river first. It didn’t look far from the sundeck, but it took us about an hour to reach it. I sat down on the riverbank and looked across the water. Phil dropped down beside me. There were birds chirping, and the noise of the river running, and wind in the trees was so peaceful. The tightness in my chest started to ease off a little. I drew in my breath and sighed out again. A deer stepped out of the woods on the opposite side of the river and dipped its head to drink. It looked up at us and shuffled a little at the edge of the water, making sure it could see us while it was drinking. It lifted its head and stared at us for a few seconds before bounding back into the woods. I felt a tear trickle out of the corner of my eye. Phil reached up and smoothed it away with his thumb. I blinked my eyes closed for a few seconds, willing the tears to stay back, but when I looked back up at him, the floodgates opened. I turned away and wiped futilely at the tears streaming down my face.

“What is wrong with me?” I gasped.

“Annie, you killed a man. With your foot. Not with a gun, or a bomb, or any other long-range weapon. You killed someone at close range. And you are a good person. So you’re in crisis and shock. It’s a good response. It’s good that you are upset. It’s good that you are grieving.” He slid his arm around me. I took another deep breath.

“I’m not sorry, Phil.”

“I didn’t suggest you should be. Even when it has to be done, it’s still traumatic. You’ll need counseling.” He kissed the top of my head.

“Was it like this for you?” I asked.

“I couldn’t keep food down for a few days.” It was reassuring. I could feel the flow of tears beginning to ebb. I dried my eyes with my shirtsleeve and stared back at the river.

“Let’s find the strawberries,” I said, pushing myself to my feet. Phil followed suit, and we headed into the scrubby bushes near the river. They were low and heavy with fruit, and we filled the bucket we’d brought out with us. We filled our stomachs too.

On our way back to the house, we stopped at the edge of the brush and sat down in the lush grass that delineated the ‘yard’. There were puffy white clouds drifting across the sky, almost as though the hot sun was making them lazy with effort. I laid back and stretched my hands up into the grass above my head. Phil lay down beside me, propped up on one elbow. I couldn’t recall every seeing him look so casual, in a Captain America t-shirt every bit as ratty as my own, and a pair of faded jeans that were getting worn at the knees. I reached up and ran my hand down his cheek.

“Do you really have to go back? Can’t we hide out here forever?” It was wishful thinking, and I knew it, but the cabin and surrounding land was peaceful. I still felt broken, but I knew this place could heal me.

“I have HYDRA to stop. And a world to protect.” Phil rested his hand on my stomach, “but this is very much what I had in mind when I said we were going on vacation.”

A red streak crossed above us heading toward the house. Phil sighed and pushed himself to his feet. He held out a hand for me and pulled me up into his arms, kissing me on the forehead.

“Let’s see if we can chase Stark back to New York. I’m not quite satisfied with the amount of alone time we’ve had yet.” He took my hand and we headed toward the house with our bucket of strawberries.

“Let me look at you. I’m supposed to tell Pepper if you are okay as soon as I see you, and she managed to get J.A.R.V.I.S. to promise to shock me with the suit if I don’t.” Tony grabbed me and held me an arms-length away. He was still in the suit, so it was unsettling. I squirmed a little and looked away. His hand came up and grabbed my face and turned my head further to the side.

“Ow, Tony! Jesus!” I pulled back. He dropped his hand and let go of me. He stepped back and gestured for me to turn around. I rolled my eyes at Phil and did as he demanded.

“You have a lot of bruising.” He walked over to what I thought was a closet and disappeared. When he came out, he was barefoot, in a t-shirt and a pair of cargo shorts. And looked as pissed off as he sounded. He immediately walked over to the counter and poured himself a drink. He held a glass out, offering to Phil and me. We both accepted.

“I didn’t see a lot of bruising on her when I looked her over,” Phil offered.

“Well, you don’t have an ultraviolet scanner built into your brain, so that’s not surprising. She’s got a lot of trauma to her neck and throat, both her arms, her left thigh, and across her back. Not to mention a hairline fracture in her cheekbone, and that’s going to probably turn black as soon as it gets the chance. It looked like it won’t need surgery. But she’s a mess.” Tony tilted his head and reached out to touch my cheek. I recoiled. It wasn’t hurting but I didn’t want to take any risks.

“Is J.A.R.V.I.S. positive about the fracture?” Phil stepped between Tony and me and reached up to my face. I drew in a deep breath and tried to hold still. He placed both a thumb on either cheek, and felt under my eye, sliding them across the skin slowly. He followed the contour of my face and frowned when I flinched away from his hand.

“Yes. We should probably get an x-ray and consult to ensure surgery isn’t required. Unless you have some magic pill up your sleeve that will heal her.” Tony gave Phil a pointed look.

“SHIELD has nothing that I would trust giving her.” It was like a door had slammed, Phil shut down that quickly.

“Then we need to take Annie to get an X-ray.” Tony tilted his head to the side and looked at me, assessing my face without the suit on, “you can see where the line of symmetry is broken in her face. It has to be assessed.”

“It’s too dangerous. We don’t know if HYDRA knows her alias,” Phil argued, his neck starting to flush

“Phil, we have to get her looked at. Every hour that we waste fighting about this, that fracture would be destabilizing,” Tony raised his voice and pointed at my cheek. God love them both, but they were annoying the hell out of me.

“Hi, guys? I’m right here. Can I be included in this? My face hurts. I want an x-ray to reassure me.” I took Phil’s hand and looked in his eyes, “I’m sorry honey, but this has been too much. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life being reminded of it every time I look in the mirror.”

Phil let out a sigh and nodded, squeezing my hand.

“I’m sorry. Both Tony and I should have asked what you wanted first,” he admitted.

“Did you need to see a doctor?” The triage nurse looked over the top of glasses up at us. She pushed them up her nose as I nodded and stepped forward.

“I do,” I admitted. She nodded to the chair in front of her desk. I sat.

“What is the problem?”

“I was, uh,” I trailed off. I didn’t want to make something unbelievable up because it would cast suspicion on Phil and Tony. I could feel myself flushing. I took a deep breath, determined my lie and looked back to the nurse, who was still waiting. Her nametag said her name was Christy.

“Take your time.” She smiled at me and then focused a glared at Phil and Tony, who would hovering behind me, “maybe it would be easier without the men?”

Tony stepped back and mumbled an apology. I glanced at Phil and stopped him from joining Tony in the waiting room. He stepped behind my chair and placed a hand on my shoulder.

“I was here readying Mr. Stark’s property for his arrival. I went for a run, and met up with a stranger on the road. He attacked me, and tried to,” I paused and closed my eyes, feeling Barrett’s hands on my throat again. To took a deep breath and blinked, trying to prevent tears from springing into my eyes.

“He attempted to rape her, and when she fought back, he physically assaulted her. She’s been complaining of pain in her face ever since,” Phil supplied. He squeezed my shoulder.

“Is that true, ma’am?” The nurse asked. I nodded and reached for the box of tissue on her desk. I was so tired of the roller coaster of emotion I was on. She typed some information into the computer, and took my blood pressure.

“That seems high,” I commented when I saw it. She nodded.

“Stress and trauma will do that. Let’s fill out your paperwork. Name?”

“Annie El–“

“Coulson,” Phil supplied, cutting me off. I’d forgotten my alias. “Anne Coulson.”

I could feel my cheeks turning pink with embarrassment. The nurse smiled broadly.

“I couldn’t remember my last name for about six months after I got married. How long has it been?” She asked, softening. I looked up at Phil and smiled.

“Just about a week,” he supplied. “Setting up the property for Mr. Stark was supposed to be our honeymoon. Quite a wedding gift to get from your boss.”

“That is really nice. I’ve seen the house, it’s gorgeous. Coulson is spelled C-o-l-e-s-o-n?” She asked, and hesitated only briefly for Phil’s nod. “How long ago did the injury occur?”

“Two days ago, I think? It’s a bit of a blur,” I admitted. She asked a few more questions and gave me a quick exam, typing her impressions out between answers.

“And do you have your carecard with you?” She was asking for my medical insurance card. Which even if I did have, wouldn’t have said Anne Coulson-spelled-C-O-L-E-S-O-N on it.

“That would be where I come in. Anne is an employee of Stark Industries, and was injured while working. Just bill me directly please.” Tony stepped back beside us. The nurse looked confused for a minute. They probably didn’t get much in the way of uninsured patients at the hospital. The town was less than five thousand people, and the socialized medical system in Canada ensured that each Canadian had access to medical care. She probably had no idea how to code that I had no insurance, or how to bill Stark Industries. She stared at her computer screen for a minute and typed a few things in and then smiled, and took all Tony’s billing information. I leaned back against Phil’s stomach and closed my eyes. I felt him smooth the hair off my face and smiled weakly. I was achy, and tired and despite needing the reassurance that my face wasn’t a huge mess, I didn’t really want to be at the hospital. I flinched at a sudden sharp pain in my cheek and took a quick breath in. I brought my hand up and guarded it.

“Are you okay, Annie?” Phil was squatting beside me in a split second. I tried to open my eyes to look at him, but trying to open my eye was too painful. I started to nod and then realized I didn’t have to be strong. I looked at him with my good eye and shook my head.

“No, I’m not. My cheek just got so much worse.” I thought my nose was running, and wiped at it. When I pulled my hand away, it was covered with blood. My hand shot back up to my face, and I wiped again, coming away with more fresh blood from my nose. Phil handed me a fresh tissue, and I could see he was trying to stay calm for my sake, but his eyes were dilated and the pulse in his neck was racing.

“Let’s get you back to see a doctor,” Christy, the nurse, said. I nodded and tried to stand up but was overcome with dizziness. The last thing I remember seeing was two of Phil.

Something was choking me. Something was choking me, and I couldn’t breathe. Something was choking me, I couldn’t breathe and I couldn’t move my arms. I kicked and could feel the scream of panic in my chest, but couldn’t make any noise. Because something was choking me. I opened my eyes and saw ceiling tiles. I turned my head and saw a monitor, an IV pump and a big machine with a pile of tubes coming out of it. Tubes that were leading to me. An older nurse laid her hand on mine.

“Annie, honey, let the machine breathe for you. I’m going to give you a sedative to relax you, and then I’ll let the doctor know you’re awake. Try to stay calm.” She emptied a syringe into the IV line leading into my arm. I closed my eyes and forced myself to relax my hands, stop kicking. The ventilator made a rhythmic pumping noise and I could feel my lungs inflating. Someone I couldn’t see slipped my hand into theirs and squeezed. I tried to turn to see who it was, but my eyelids were already heavy from the sedation. I dropped back off to sleep.

I sat up, gasping for air. My hands flew to my head. It was pounding. My mouth felt like something had died in it. I closed my eyes and eased back down into the bed. I was in the same room. The ventilator was turned off, but the heart monitor was still beeping. I watched as it slowed back down. Something had startled me awake, but there was no one in my room. It was just me and the equipment.

“Hello?” My throat was even more hoarse than it had been. I tried to swallow. It was like razor blades. “Hello?”

I looked around the bed for a call bell. There had to be one somewhere, I didn’t think they wouldn’t want me to get up to find one of them. I turned my head and saw it coiled and clipped to the wall. I dropped my head to my pillow and sighed. I heard footsteps at the doorway and looked over. Phil looked like hell. He was in the same jeans and t-shirt as he’d been in when we came into the hospital. He had dark circles under his eyes, five o’clock shadow, his hair had a little wing at the side, like he’d been sleeping in the empty chair beside my bed. He was carrying a take-away coffee. I tried to smile but my head hurt so much I couldn’t. I waved weakly instead. He smiled and sat down in the chair beside my bed.

“How do you feel? Has the nurse been in?” He took my hand in his and kissed it. My vision was a little blurry but I could see a gold band on my ring finger. I wiggled it at him.

“I hurt. I just woke. No nurse yet. What’s with the ring?” I croaked. He held up his left hand so I could see the matching band on his finger.

“Tony.” He stood and pressed the call bell. A nurse came in.

“You must have just wakened, Mrs. Coulson. Are you having pain?” She looked at the heart monitor and pulled back the sheets to look at the bandage on my side.

“Yes.”

“I’ll be back in just a minute.” She slipped out the room quietly.

“Fill me in. Are we still in Fo –“

“No. Prince George,” he replied. I sat up. He put a hand on my shoulder and pressed gently until I lay back down.

“But –“

“We’ve taken care of it. You are safe.” He stroked my arm.

“My mum, she – “

“Your mother is in Italy right now.” Phil was using his most soothing voice on me. I wanted to roll my eyes but even thinking about rolling my eyes was painful. The nurse came in and gave me pain medication through my IV. She asked Phil to step out so she could assess me, and he gently refused. She smiled, and I suspected that Phil had refused every time while I was sleeping too.

“Your husband has barely left your side since you came to us,” she offered as she listened to my chest. I wasn’t the least bit surprised. She lifted the blankets at my feet and made me wiggle my toes, and point and flex. She listened to my stomach, checked my catheter, and checked my dressing again, emptying the little bulby drain that was pinned to the gauze. Phil drank his coffee, and spun the ring on this finger. The nurse finished her assessment and clipped the call bell to the bed.

“We’ll try to get you up later this afternoon. If you can mobilize, we can lose the catheter.” The way she said it, I knew it was a carrot that was dangled in front of reluctant patients to get them out of bed. I wasn’t reluctant. I wanted out of this hospital as soon as possible. She slid the door most of the way closed as she exited. I sat the head of the bed up and looked at Phil.

“Don’t try to anticipate my questions. Just listen.” My voice was barely a whisper. It was probably better that way. “My mum worked here, at this hospital, until she retired after Dad died. Her best friend still works here.” I looked around the room. “Shit. Am I in the ICU? Why the fuck am I in the ICU?”

“When you passed out, it wasn’t because of your cheekbone. The fracture J.A.R.V.I.S saw didn’t require any intervention. Barrett kicked you a couple times, didn’t he?” Phil asked.

“Yeah, why?”

“He ruptured your spleen. The surgeon was able to repair it, but you’d lost a lot of blood, and you coded during the surgery. They induced a coma. I thought you were going to die, Annie.” He looked down at his hands and took a deep breath. I saw a tear splash on the floor. I put my hand on his.

“I didn’t. I’m here.” I coughed and cleared my throat.

“Tony wanted you transferred to one of the SHIELD advanced care centres, but they don’t exist anymore. He’s been trying to track down this drug that will repair your spleen completely. I don’t trust drugs like that. They’ve been doing a great job here. You’ve been safe, and after the transfusion, you started doing much better.” He was rambling. He was a mess.

“How much was transfused?” I interjected, before he could start again.

“Just two units. Tony pulled some strings and there’s this super-blood they’ve been using in mobile military hospitals. It’s apparently bloodier than regular blood. It worked; your colour was better immediately, and your vitals all started to improve within about an hour. The last labs that came back on you showed your red blood count was at the bottom of the normal range. And your wound has stopped draining. They did a chest x-ray to make sure it wasn’t stopped because of damage, and what is left of your spleen is in decent shape, considering.” His thumb was rubbing the back of my hand rhythmically.

“I’m not going to suddenly gain some weird-ass powers, am I?”

“I’ve had that conversation with Tony. No. There’s an accelerated healing factor in the blood, but you will remain unenhanced,” he assured me. I sighed in relief.

“Phil, my mum’s best friend works in this ICU,” I started. He blanched.

“I –“

“I’ll manage it if she comes on. She’s Mum’s best friend. She’s practically my aunt,” I yawned. I was so tired. “How long was I out?”

“Six days. You didn’t start to improve until your transfusion last night.”

No wonder he looked like hell. I reached over and ran my hand down the side of his face.

“You need some sleep, and a hot shower. Go. I’ll be fine. You said yourself I’m safe.” All the talking had left me with little more than a whisper of a voice. Phil nodded and stood.

“Okay. They have my number if you need me.” He leaned down and kissed my forehead. Before he could stand up, I grabbed him by the neck and pressed my mouth to his.

“I need you well-rested and healthy. Go. Sleep.”

My nurse brought me a drink and some soup. It was the best soup I’d ever tasted, but I think that was just because I was starving, and it was warm. She changed my dressing after I finished eating, and sat with me while she did her charting. When she finished she came back and lowered my bed a little.

“Time to try to walk,” she announced. She unplugged the IV pole, and hitched the catheter bag to it. She directed me how to push up and then stood beside me, an arm looped under my armpit. On the count of three she helped me to my feet. “We’ll go to the door of your room, and then back.” With her arm still under my armpit, we moved slowly toward the door. I broke out in a sweat.

“Why is this so hard?” I asked.

“The trauma. You’ve been unconscious for six days. Your body is spending all its energy healing you,” she explained. I nodded. We turned and walked back to the bed. She assisted me back to sitting, and then helped me lift my legs into bed. “I’ll bring a commode chair in before shift change. If you can get up with me just standing by, we’ll take the catheter out.”

She didn’t have to tell me twice. I lay back and closed my eyes. When I came awake again, a new nurse was standing at my IV, hanging an antibiotic. She turned and smiled and my heart tightened. It was Carol, my mom’s best friend.

“You never told your mum you got married, sweetie. She’ll be heartbroken.” The first thing she did was chastise me. It was no wonder I’d called her auntie growing up.

“We’re not married,” I clarified. “You didn’t tell Mum I’m here, did you?”

“What do you mean you aren’t married? You both wear wedding rings, your chart says your name is Coulson.”

“It’s an alias, and it’s spelled wrong,” I protested.

“Yes, I saw they had you as an Anne. I fixed that with records. What is going on, Annie?”

“You know how I went to work in the States?” I asked. She nodded. “Well, the agency I worked for was the one that fell apart a few weeks ago. And there are bad people after those of us who stayed loyal to the agency. Phil and Tony have been trying to keep me safe.”

“Well they haven’t done a very good job. A ruptured spleen from an attempted sexual assault!”

“It wasn’t an attempted sexual assault. It was an attempted murder. The guy was going to kill me.” I looked out the window, breaking eye contact with her.

“And they saved you?” She pressed.

“No. I took care of it.”

“Took care of it? What does that mean? Took care of – oh dear god, Annie, you didn’t.” Carol sat down heavily in the chair beside the bed. She took my hand and ran one of hers down my face, tears glistening in her eyes. “Well, honey, you always were a fighter. More fool him for thinking he could take you on.”

“Please don’t tell Mum I’m here. They’re still looking for me.”

“You know how terrible she is about checking email. I had no intention of sending her a message until I knew what was going on with this husband of yours. Do you work with Phil then? He was very good at playing the distraught spouse.” It was a question delivered with an arched eyebrow that I knew meant she didn’t believe for one minute that we were merely coworkers.

“Phil and I are seeing each other,” I admitted slowly. The smile lit up the room, and she clapped her hands together.

“Honey, he is so lovely. He brings coffee every shift change for us, and he’s so quiet and considerate. Won’t leave your side for anything. I was surprised he wasn’t here when I came on shift. He’s a little old for you, but I don’t think that matters as much anymore, does it?” I think she intended it as a rhetorical question. “Well, sweetpea, I’ve got to get your next med ready. When I come back, we’ll get rid of that catheter and get you out to the tub.”

The last time Carol had helped me in the bath, I was about five years old. I remember the way she scrubbed my hair, strong fingers massaging my scalp, angling my head back to rinse the soap out. It was no different now, except that I was an adult and I felt weird having her see me nude. Every time she saw a bruise on my skin, she clucked her tongue and shook her head. She helped me to my feet, and towelled me dry while I stood holding the assist bar beside the tub. Finally, she sat me in a wheelchair and combed out my hair.

“Can’t say I’m a fan of this red, Annie. It washes you out.” I could feel her fingers slipping through my hair, and realized she was French braiding it. She snapped an elastic at the end, and opened the tub room door. I could see Phil waiting in my room, tapping his foot. He kept looking over his shoulder. He was worried. I wasn’t used to seeing Phil so on edge. He’d always been the most unflappable of the agents I’d known. But since SHIELD had fallen, he’d been different. Well, since the battle of New York, he’d been different. Edgier. But since the destruction of SHIELD, he’d been more agitated. He glanced back again and saw Carol pushing me toward my room and sprang to his feet.

Once back in the room, he offered to help me into bed, and Carol took the opportunity to slip away back to her other duties.

“You still look exhausted,” I chided him. He’d obviously showered and shaved, but I don’t know that he’d slept much.

“I couldn’t sleep. I’ve been catching an hour here and there in this chair. I’ll be fine,” he dismissed my concern. I raised an eyebrow. He clenched his jaw in return. I sighed and shook my head.

“You’re no use to me broken and sleep-deprived, Phil.”

“I spoke to your doctor while you were in the tub. As long as you continue to improve as you have over the last twelve hours, he’s going to discharge you tomorrow,” he explained.

“Really? I’m that much better?” I was surprised. As far as I could tell, I’d been extubated less than twelve hours ago.

“Your labs have done a 180. I put him in contact with Simmons, and he was quite reassured that you’ll be in good hands.” He put his coffee cup to his mouth and then thought better of drinking it.

“Simmons is coming to take care of me?” It didn’t make any sense to me.

“I’m taking you to the new SHIELD HQ,” he clarified.

“But Tony will want me to start working soon. We’d planned for me to work from the cabin until things settled,” I protested.

“First, you’re not in any shape to be starting work. Second, when you do start working again, it will be as the HR director of the new SHIELD. I’ve already worked the details out with Tony.” There was the Phil I remembered. Taking charge, making decisions. I bristled at his words.

“And if I don’t want to work for SHIELD? It’s pretty nervy assuming you can plan my life for me, Phil.” There was a warning tone in my voice. Phil smiled and took my hand.

“I could say that Tony decided you were too much of a liability and decided he wasn’t going to hire you after you were directly insubordinate to him three times. Which is what he wanted me to say. Instead, I am going to tell you that we fought over you. He thinks he can keep you safer, and I think the new base is the safest place for you. So we disagreed, loudly. I only won because I played the lover card,” he explained. “But you are right, in the end it is your decision. You have a job with either of us, you just need to decide where you want to go.”

“How many operations does the SHIELD director go on? Will he be at the base ever, or will he always be off saving the world?” I asked. Phil smirked.

“For the first little while, he’ll probably be back and forth a lot. Saving the world, recruiting clean agents, rebuilding. But he’ll always be permanently stationed at HQ. As would you,” he pointed out. “It’s weird to talk about myself in the third person. I’m rebuilding SHIELD from the ground up. I want you there. Selfishly. But also because you’re a damn fine administrator, and I think you’ll be a damn fine agent too.”

“Stark Industries has a much better benefits plan,” I teased. Phil sat on the edge of my bed and raised the head of my bed. He leaned in and kissed me. My breath caught and I snaked my arm behind his neck, pulling him closer, and tugging on his lip with my teeth. He groaned and pulled away.

“Not all benefits are in the employee handbook, Annie.” He kissed me again, soft and fast.

“I’m going with you. And you knew there was no question about it. I just didn’t like you making the decision for me.” My hand found his, and I lay back on the bed, all at once exhausted.

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Dust to Dust (8)

Summary: Where did Hydra come from? An idea? A twisted dream? For an organization that spans centuries, it kept relatively quiet until contemporary times.The Super Soldier serum wasn’t dreamt up over night, but was the product of numerous experiments both unethical and violent over the course of the century. It was going to be the end of all conflicts between good and evil. Scientists died trying to determine the next level of the serum, only for it to be stolen by enemies. Back and forth until one side had the advantage.

Mabel Foster was everything the ideal woman should be in 1914. She was well brought-up, wealthy, educated and the heiress to a large fortune. When her father died in a much publicized U-boat attack by the Germans, Mabel made a decision that changed the course of history by enlisting in the French Army during WWI.

After an ambush gone bad, Mabel found herself captured by an early group of Hydra.100 years later she’s discovered in a desolate Hydra base and is taken by the Avengers for safe-keeping and questioning. Little do they realize that all of their destinies and pasts are directly connected through the nest that Hydra weaved.

Pairing: Bucky x OFC (Original Female Character)

Rating/Warnings: Mature- Graphic violence, torture, PTSD, smut

(Masterlist found HERE)

“Here's what you do When trouble comes to town And men like me come around Oh, my daddy said shoot.”

- Beyonce ft. Dixie Chicks (Daddy Lessons)

***Warning: Torture scene at end of chapter!

Upstate New York- 1904

“Stop crying and focus on your target,” Maxwell knelt down next to his twelve-year-old daughter and adjusted her rifle. “Either way- you, that rabbit, me and everyone around us is going to die eventually. That rabbit will probably be snatched up by a hawk rather than dying of old age. Wouldn’t you want to end it quickly?”

Mabel sniffled back another tear, wiping at her cheek with a laced sleeve. She nodded to her father hesitantly.

“Besides, who’s going take care of Jonah and your mama while I’m out of town? You have to be my strong little girl,” he ruffled the top of Mabel’s blonde hair before pointing down the field. “Now shoot.”

With Bucky gone, Mabel had a lot more time to dedicate to digging through the piles of history texts and files that had accumulated around the compound.

She wanted to learn about everything she’d missed while under the ice.

She listened to Elvis, she watched the “I Have a Dream Speech”, she pulled up videos from Vietnam.

She watched the Twin Towers be built and subsequently knocked down. She watched a president resign, be impeached and assassinated.

Tony would join her occasionally and explain some of the backstory of each event.

It took her a little longer to move through World War II than she would have expected.

Certainly Tony and the others had filled her in on the major elements; Steve and Bucky��s contributions, Stark’s role, what the fight was even about…

But when she saw Jonah’s name on a military list and the news articles and the Foster department stores shutting down to assist with war production, it got a little more real for her.

The Fosters had continued with their lives. Time moved on and Mabel’s fate was lost to time. There was a brief period in the 1930s when the family tried to track her down, but only found imposters trying to get their hands on the vast fortune they possessed.

Mabel’s stomach did a turn once she read through Jonah’s children and who’d been lost in the second World War.

She was supposed to have been there. Her own children were supposed to have helped the effort and pushed America to victory. Perhaps her own son could have saved Steve and Bucky from their seemingly immortal fates?

Mabel found herself trying to translate rough Russian and German through files that Tony eventually handed over about the Winter Soldier program. She took extensive notes, dedicating equal time learning as much about Bucky and Steve as she did to the men who created them.

Occasionally a name would pop up that she vaguely recognized, and she’d note it, preferring to do a little research on the subject later.

There were a few pieces of missing information that Mabel didn’t necessarily bring up to Tony. She knew the team was hiding a slew of secrets, from here, from each other; it came with the nature of the business.

But Mabel needed truth if she was ever going to move forward in this world.

And that truth started and ended with the day she was captured in the field by Hydra.

The military records were easy enough to track down- she was reported MIA by French forces on August 14th, 1918 in Northern Germany. Mabel could remember her mission vividly, she knew where she had been instructed to go, who she’d been instructed to kill, and how it all went to hell in about thirty seconds.

She scanned over the faded paperwork, noting the areas where information had been redacted for security’s sake- yet she knew the information it contained.

The German scientists were in a panic. Before America had joined into the fray they’d pretty much been assured victory in the conflict, so they’d gotten a little sloppy.

By the end of 1918, rumors circulated of weapons so destructive and violent, they put the gasses and cannons that’d been created, to shame.

Even by today’s standards and with her present knowledge of nuclear warfare, the schematics and information they’d stolen from enemy troops put modern weapons to shame.

It was lucky that it never came to fruition, and probably had just been lost to the sands of time like she had been. The weapon never came up in her research, so she assumed it’d disappeared or been destroyed.

Mabel flipped through the letter of condolences to Marie on the “death” of her older brother. Mabel’s belongings had been shipped to Marie Garnier, and that was the end of Pierre Garnier’s journey in Europe.

But Mabel found some interesting information on Peter Gardiner in New York.

He’d eventually married the daughter of an oil tycoon. They took over the business for some time before investing in the automotive industry and retiring in Quebec. They had a few kids, and to live out his days, he moved back to Paris to be close with his nameless sister, who was sick with cancer.

Marie Garnier passed away in 1954. She kept Pierre and Mabel’s secret to the grave, perhaps only bringing it up as a passing comment to her brother during her last days on earth.

Pierre eventually passed away in 1998, leaving six children, eighteen grandchildren, and six great-grandchildren and two great-great-grandchildren. He was buried in the family plot in the grave marked for Mabel, that had quietly disappeared a few decades before his death.

In Brooklyn, apparently, there was a statue in a small park dedicated to Jonah Foster’s lost sister, Mabel Foster.

And that was that.

Mabel wondered if Pierre and Marie’s children had hung onto any memorabilia that Mabel sent to the duo throughout the course of the war. In particular, a handful of letters that Joseph Rogers had entrusted her in the event of his death. Things like letters that she suddenly felt the overwhelming need to share with Steve.

If Marie had received Mabel’s belongings, she certainly would have gotten the cache of letters. Mabel had been careful with storing them, waiting until she was certain she’d be able to send them without war monitors disrupting the messages contained within them.

Unfortunately, Mabel was taken before she’d been able to send them to Sarah Rogers.

A quick internet search revealed that the Garnier’s were still located in Paris.

Mabel studied the map of the city and frowned. The avenues had shifted slightly and she wasn’t as familiar with the side of town they currently resided as she should have been.

Mabel Foster was going to need help.

As if a beacon from above, the tablet that Tony had lent her chimed with an incoming video call from Bucky Barnes.

She quickly answered, greeting her friend with more gusto than usual.

“You seem happy,” he commented after they chatted about their days and projects they’d been working on. Things had apparently been quiet in the city.

“That’s something I wanted to talk to you about,” she admitted quietly, looking away from the camera to grab a piece of paper. “How familiar are you with Paris?

“Modern Paris? Or 1942 Paris?” he questioned, a brow arching in slight confusion. Mabel mumbled under her breath and dug through a stack of papers, a stray hair falling across her fate.

“Either or-,” she confirmed with a small nod. “I need someone to navigate me.”

“To Paris?” he asked in clarification. Mabel nodded urgently. “You weren’t kidding about returning to Europe.”

“This is important,” she insisted quickly. “I wouldn’t even consider it if it didn’t involve something near and dear to me.”

“Nostalgia for the country side?” Bucky teased but Mabel shook her head.

“Letters for Steve from his father,” she replied firmly.

Bucky’s entire demeanor shifted at the sentence. He paused, glanced over his shoulder and leaned into the camera.

“How sure are you?” he questioned lightly. Mabel gave a small shrug.

“I can’t be positive, if that’s what you’re asking, but my belongings were sent to a relative of Pierre’s,” she explained. “Perhaps they still have them? I tracked down the remainder of the Garnier’s and they’re primarily in Paris and New York.”

“And you wanted to start in Paris as opposed to New York because-?” he asked, trying to wrap his mind around the bizarre mission his friend was proposing.

Mabel couldn’t blame him, the logic was a bit of a stretch, but the way she saw it Marie had received the items in Paris. Anyone following her death would have been in Paris.

She walked him through and he frowned in thought.

“All right,” he conceded. “Only because it’s been slow and I know Clint’s itching for a flight.”

“I don’t think the others will be open to letting me cross international boarders…” Mabel noted with a sigh. That was the biggest flaw in her plan. Tony and Bruce played nice, but she knew that the minute she tried to walk out of the compound, all chaos would break loose.

“So we need to sneak into Paris?” he half-whispered. Mabel stared expectantly into the camera. She didn’t really feel the need to spell it out, but between the pair of them, there shouldn’t be difficulty in slipping away without being found for a week, tops.

“Who are you willing to tell?” he asked, knowing exactly where he train of thought was leading.

“You,” she replied before she heard a rustle behind her shoulder. “Someone’s coming. Think about it?”

“You’re insane,” was Bucky’s parting comment before the video link was cut short.

Mabel Foster could probably convince Bucky to rob the national treasury if the thought passed her mind. She was so damned determined to get her way in things that Bucky kind of admired her, and went for the ride. That's probably how Pierre got dragged into this whole mess in the first place.

Today, Bucky was meeting Mabel on the outskirts of the city at a rest stop in New Jersey.

She’d hitched her way from upstate, stripped clothes twice, mugged a truck driver and found her way to the rest stop an hour earlier than they’d planned.

Her hair was pulled up into a pink beanie, a grey scarf wrapped tightly around her face. Her gaze carefully scanned the crowds of families that shuffled in and out of the stop through the snow.

It was a risky move, knowing that both of their activities were heavily monitored by a significant number of government entities due to their threat levels, but Mabel had been determined and Bucky went along for the ride to watch out for her.

Or so he told himself.

“Looking a little cold,” he teased, resting an arm on top of her head. Mabel jumped at the touch and shot a glare in his direction. He chuckled, pulling his collar up a little when a pair of state troopers walked into the small building.

“You have everything right?” she asked quietly, eyeing Bucky’s jacket pockets. He sent a nod toward the outside of the building where snow was beginning to pick up.

"Yeah,” he replied once they were a safe distance away from anyone who might be listening. “Everything except a ride.”

Mabel nodded and watched the state troopers through the window of the rest stop structure. They were debating between two bags of chips in the vending machine.

“We need to get to the airport right?” she questioned and he hummed in acknowledgement. “Give me five minutes.”

She started toward the building, her footfalls becoming more frantic before she approached the payphone and began to dial a number.

Bucky watched an impressive display through the window. Her expression shifted from panic to hysterics, where he was almost certain he saw a tear fall down her cheek before she hung up the phone.

That had caught the officer’s attention.

Which to Bucky, sent a number of warning bells off in his head. He started toward the building until he saw one of the officer’s lean over and say something to the distressed Mabel. Her expression lightened and she pointed toward where he stood in the snow.

The group started outside, with Mabel leading the way.

“They offered to give us a ride to the airport,” Mabel exclaimed, really pushing the mix between excited and previously distraught. She gave a small sniffle and blinked up at him. “Max is going to be so relieved. We can get a taxi home from there, right?”

The officers were looking at him now and suddenly it occurred to Bucky what she was doing.

Hiding in plain sight.

“That shouldn’t be a problem,” he agreed with a smile, pulling her a little closer. “Let’s get you out of the snow before you catch a cold.”

Mabel let out a contented hum and the group made their way toward the police car where she chatted happily about how her brother was coming to town and they were going to take a day trip to the city.

“Gotta see Stark Tower,” one of the officer’s suggested. “They do this walking tour of the first few levels and sometimes, I hear, you can see an Avenger.”

“That’s bull man,” the second officer chimed up. “Stick to traditional tourist traps; Ellis island, the museums, maybe a Sex and the City walking tour? You into that show? My wife won’t shut up about it.”

“She’s practically member of their brunch group,” Bucky laughed into the conversation, giving Mabel a nudge. “Won’t leave me alone if it’s on. Nearly missed the Super Bowl for a rerun last year.”

The second officer gave a snort of agreement to the brunette’s comments while Mabel looked at him in confusion. He was going to get a lecture once she figured out what they’d been talking about, but for now, he’d have his fun.

The drive continued fairly uneventfully, as the airport was fairly close to the rest stop the duo had met in. The officers dropped them off at the arrivals gate before parting with a wave.

Mabel stared in awe at the structure that loomed around them.

It occurred to Bucky while they moved through the crowds toward the departures section of the airport that Mabel had probably never seen an airplane in her life.

At least a modern one that wasn’t held together with literal cords.

He led the way, paying for their tickets and helping her through security by passing her the passport he’d crafted for her.

Once through the security checkpoint, he went to one of the nearby shops and bought two pieces of luggage and stuffed them with a few necessities for their trip. After arriving through customs in France, he figured it’d be strange if they traveled across the ocean with nothing.

Mabel remained quiet the entire process, watching his every movement with an unnerving gaze.

Finally, they’d settled at the gate and Bucky leaned back into one of the leather chairs. He pulled his hat off and looked over at the blonde, who was still watching him with that gaze.

“What?” he finally asked. Honestly, he wasn’t expecting a direct answer, at least from his previous experiences with the women on his team. They were all so damn elusive about things.

Instead, Mabel pulled her scarf off and shook her head.

“I underestimated you,” she replied bluntly, relaxing into the chair. She left it at that, urging Bucky to dig for a long answer from her.

“What do you mean? I was a spy for decades,” he narrowed his brows at the woman and she looked over at him with a half-smile.

“You were a weapon for decades,” she pointed out. “Bucky Barnes was inherently the spy. Or did Hydra teach you how to flirt with the shop employee to get us a discount?”

“You’re one to talk,” he grunted, folding his arms across his chest.

“How so?” she questioned, actual amusement on her features.

“You’ve never even seen an airplane and you managed to get your way across New York, carpooled with two cops, a formerly wanted criminal, and we still haven’t been caught,” he laughed. “We could probably topple governments if we wanted.”

“I think you’re confusing survival with malicious intent,” she pointed out coolly. “That’s probably why you’re so good at what you do. You’ve had to survive for nearly a century.”

She seemed content with her own explanation for his behavior, her attention drifting to the newspaper she’d grabbed from the seat next to her.

The front page blared the latest news, threats from Hydra, political scandals, and what Tony Stark wore to the White House last week.

“Everyone’s still trying to kill each other,” she laughed before passing the paper to her companion. “I should probably become a side-show psychic with how repetitive things are. I’d make a pretty penny.”

Bucky glanced over the news and noted a section about an ambassador being assassinated in disputed territory in the Middle East.

“Eh, we’ve never had the Avengers though,” he offered up and before Mabel could comment on the topic, the gate announced that seating was open for passengers.

He grabbed both of their bags and led the way, offering a small passage for Mabel to take a seat before him in the first class section of the jet. Easy on, easy off. Even if they get caught after landing, they’d be able to escape without too much trouble.

She looked out the airplane’s window and frowned, slowly closing the shade and staring forward.

“Our estimated flight time is…” the captain began to ramble on while the plane pulled away from the airport to prepare for take-off. Out of the corner of his eye, Bucky could see Mabel shaking slightly at the jarring movements of the machine.

Absently, he reached over and took her hand into his lap, giving it a small squeeze of comfort while the engine’s around them roared to life.

Mabel’s eyes were sealed shut during the plane’s initial accent into the air, and until the flight was stable, she didn’t move an inch.

“It’s safe,” Bucky muttered quietly. “Mae, I promise.”

Her eyes snapped open and she quickly pulled her hand back into her lap.

“Yes, of course,” she nodded before looking around scrambling at her seatbelt. “Restroom? Where is the- oh, there it is…”

She moved around her partner and disappeared around the corner of the aisle into the bathroom. It took her longer than Bucky would have expected, and when she finally did return, her face was paled and her forehead was covered in sweat.

“Are you all right?” he asked, genuinely concerned for the smaller woman. She shrugged off his worries and leaned back, her eyes shut once again.

The plane gave a sudden jerk and he could vaguely hear Mabel mumbling to herself.

“If you’re scared, it’s fine,” he continued, repositioning slightly to face her directly. “I can distract you until you fall asleep. Or something.”

She gave a bitter laugh at the suggestion, her head still tilted back.

The plane gave another shudder and her hand reached for his desperately, her fingers clutching around his for dear life.

“Are they always this bumpy?” she asked through staggered breaths. “This doesn’t seem very safe.”

“It’s probably the safest means of travel,” Bucky leaned in and smirked. “I can’t believe you’d be scared of this little thing when I’m sure you’ve probably jumped off of bridges and buildings.”

“Only once,” she mumbled. “They’re a lot closer to the ground than this.”

“If we crash, I’ll protect you,” he promised with a grin. He patted his left and shrugged. “Thing has gotta be good for something right?”

“You really think that would stand between us and thousands of pounds of steel and jet fuel?” her eyes flickered open at the thought.

“I guess we’ll have to find out,” he replied casually. It occurred to him that she’d been hanging onto his hand the entire conversation, occasionally squeezing it when the plane gave a jump or a shudder.

It also occurred to him that he didn’t necessarily mind it.

August 1918

The ship lurched and Mabel struggled against the ropes that bound her wrists above her head.

They called him the Doctor. That was it. The Doctor.

Doctor of what? Mabel had no idea, but she was certain she was going to find out soon.

He just stood in the corner, sharpening a blade over and over, occasionally glancing in her direction and grinning.

The ship gave another lurch, shifting some of the cargo that was stacked nearby. The Doctor stood up and walked toward the former soldier, his hand lifting her chin to examine her face closer.

“You’re beautiful,” he commented in French, a thick Russian accent surprising the woman. “Too pretty to be caught in this mess. Tell me, why did you become a soldier?"

Mabel remained silent, fighting back the tears that threatened to expose the fear that crippled her internally.

“Do you not understand me?” he questioned before stating something in Russian, then German.

“English then?” he asked, smirking in satisfaction at the young woman’s startled expression. “You understand me now? Why did you join this wasteful war? I would give my arm to marry a woman as beautiful as you.”

She stared at him, defiant in the only way she knew- her silence.

“You can make this a lot easier for yourself. I am not a cruel man,” he gestured around him before taking his knife and cutting Mabel’s wrist free. “I’m sent for answers and I’d rather not hurt beautiful women.”

“My father was killed,” she tried in English. “I wanted vengeance.”

“You wore a French uniform, yes?” he nodded to the pants she was allowed during her imprisonment.

“It was easiest to slip in without papers,” she lied. The man’s expression shifted and he jumped at her, a knife to her throat.

“You will not lie to me,” he growled, the blade barely nicking her neck and drawing a thin line of blood.

Mabel swallowed and stumbled backwards onto the floor of the rocking boat.

“My friend gave me papers, I posed as him,” she continued, trying to remain as vague as possible.

“What is your name child?” he asked, touching the tip of his knife to his finger.

“Marie,” she lied, the name choking out faster than her own birth name. “Marie Miller.”

She didn’t even see him move. But in seconds he had her wrist between his hands and he drew a line from her elbow to her shoulder. She saw the blood before she felt the pain.

A burning, that he later explained, came from a chemical he doused the metal with.

Fortunately, her own screams drowned out his words as the interrogation progressed and time slipped away through bouts of unconsciousness and pain.

PART 9

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