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andydrysdalerogers · 1 year ago

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Yours Submissively ~ Flee

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, loss of virginity, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

A/N: the taglist is open! And I AM SO SORRY! Happy Holidays!

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Previous: Education

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“Sweetheart, come take a seat.” Steve could see the anger boiling under the skin of his beloved. This was exactly what he had been trying to avoid. Fuck Sharon Carter for doing this to his girl but now he was concerned. The HYDRA comment was concerning. Belle allowed him to guide her to a seat.

“Steve, what don’t I know? I don’t understand why she would say these things.”

“I know sweet pea, I can explain some of it. But I have a few questions. Can I ask those first?”

“As long as I get the truth, fine.”

“What exactly did she say?”

“She said she couldn’t understand how I weaseled my way into your life when I’m an orphan. That I was the heir of a group who didn’t exist. That my parents were murdered, and my dad was killed. And then she said those words.”

Steve sighed and looked at his teammates. He looked back at his wife, noting that anger had turned to fear and anxiety. He took her hands. “Ok, baby, I don’t know why she said that phrase. That is something we are going to look into.” He looked at Bucky who nodded but Steve could tell he was holding back the ‘I told you so.’

“Ok, but what about the rest of it.”

“Sweet pea, I knew your father.”

Belle felt like the floor was pulled from under her. “What?”

Nat spoke up. “He was an agent of SHIELD. I worked very closely with him.” Nat has the decency to look contrite at the lie.

“You worked with him. You all knew him?” Belle tried to breathe.

Steve took a deep breath. “I met him when I first came out of the ice. He introduced me to Nat and Tony right before the battle of New York. There was an incident on the ship we were on. Your father fought bravely.

“He was fighting?”

“He was, my love. But unfortunately, the person he was fighting got the upper hand and he died. I am so sorry.”

“How long did you know I was his daughter?”

“Since that night we reunited, when you explained about your family.”

Belle began to pace. “My family. My family that I know nothing about.” She saw a look cross Steve’s face. “You know. You know what Sharon is talking about, don’t you?” She looked at the other Avengers in the room, Clint having slipped in as well. “You all know.”

Steve had a look of sorrow. Had he been honest when they found out, maybe the look of anger, rage, pain, would not be crossing her face right now. He sighed. “When the people tried to take you, there was a note delivered to Stark Tower. The note asked for their heir to be returned.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Sweetheart, there is a reason Phil Coulson took you in after your parents died,” Bucky explained. “They were running and were in hiding. You somehow survived the crash and SHIELD took you in.”

“Why?” Belle wiped away an errant tear from her face. “Who am I?”

Steve looked into her eyes. “Your mother’s name is not Maria Davis. Its Silvia Maria Pierce. She was the daughter of Alexander Pierce, the former head of Hydra. You are the natural heir of HYDRA.”

You could hear a pin drop. Steve was sure Belle had stopped breathing.

“Belle, honey,” Clint started, “please, breathe.”

She got up and looked out the window, rain splattering the windows. “You knew this whole time and you didn’t think, maybe Belle should know.”

“Sweet pea...”

“Don’t fucking call me that,” she seethed. “You all lied to me. Does Tony know? Does Pepper? Wanda?”

Steve looked to the floor. “Yes.”

Just then, a figure in red and blue came in through the balcony. “Hey guys,” as he pulled off his mask, “I don’t see any of...” he saw Belle. “Oh.”

“Peter? You’re Spiderman?!?”

“Belle, wow, umm, well...”

“Lies. I’m just surrounded by lies.” She started to pace and began to panic. “You just let me out into the world, knowing this is way more than just a threat. This is serious. Are they back? Is HYDRA back?”

“We don’t think they ever left.” Clint admitted. “They’ve just been hiding.”

“Hiding. Clearly in plain sight since Sharon Carter has been in this building and she’s HYDRA!” Belle raged. “You are all liars.”

“Isabella, please be calm,” Steve implored.

“Calm? I’ve give you calm.” She slapped him. “That calm enough for you? You had your former mistress in here, god knows what information she has taken; you continue to keep secrets from me. Let me make it easier for all of you. Stop worrying about me.” She ran to the door. “Fuck all of you.”

Clint grabbed her arm. That was going to be a mistake. Belle swung around, elbowing him in the gut, broke the hold and kneed him before whirling out the door. The elevator happened to be opening just as she made the lobby. She pushed the button and the doors closed just as she saw Steve’s shocked face. “Isabella!”

Isabella took off her coat and pulled her hair into a bun. She removed the glasses and the burner phone from her purse along with all the cash that she had. The elevator doors opened to the lobby, and she sprinted out the doors, leaving the coat and purse inside the elevator. She knew she had a limited window, but the rain would help. She was thankful for the boots she had changed into in the car as it allowed her to move. She made it a few blocks over before jumping into a cab.

Steve finally made it to the lobby but could not see his wife anywhere. He glanced back to see the elevator door closing, spying her coat and bag. He made it to the doors before they closed and checked. Her wallet and phone were still in the bag, cash gone. “Fuck!” He picked up his phone. “Bucky, she left everything.”

Goddammit. All the trackers were in her bag and coat. Are the glasses gone?

“Yes, dammit, her eyes will be covered now.” Steve ran a hand through his hair.

Get back up here punk. I’ve started the trace through the cameras. Steve took the elevator back up, picking up Belle’s things. He could smell her perfume on the coat and inhaled. God had he fucked this up. He could feel the ‘I told you so’ coming from the team but it would have to wait. Finding her was more important. He arrived on his floor.

“Devon, you can go.”

“Mr. Rogers, I’m sorry...”

“No, none of this is your fault. This was a long time coming. Before you go, can you reach out to Tony and ask him to come?”

“Mr. Wilson already had me call Mr. Stark. He said he would be right over. Is there anything else, sir?”

“No Devon. Goodnight.”

“I hope you find her, sir. Mrs. Rogers is just upset. She’ll calm down. She just needs to get away for a moment.” The young woman turned and left.

Steve walked into his office; the back panel now open to a bank of computers. The balcony doors were now open, the Ironman suit now in sentry mode. He saw Tony, Bucky and Nat all working a computer. Steve walked over to Clint who had an ice pack to his ribs. “Your wife had a mean punch.”

“Yeah, I guess the self-defense lessons with Nat are working.” Steve shook his head. “I’m sorry Clint.”

“I’m not. It's good to know that she can take care of herself.” He stood up, taking in a sharp breath. “Sam got in his suit and is circling; Wanda and Vision have been notified but they are in London right now, so they are not a lot of help.”

“Surveillance?”

“Still nothing. She’s good. She has the glasses on which distorts her feature just enough that we can’t track it. Especially the eyes.”

“Fuck. Bucky? Anything?”

“If she left her cards then she is using cash, harder to trace. She hasn’t turned on the backup phone I gave her.”

“So, she’s in the wind?”

“For now, yes. We just have to think of where she might be going.”

“She could be anywhere.”

Belle wandered. The rain, the cold, the lies, they all confused her. Her whole family lied to her. She had no home, no where to go. She found herself back in Jersey, walking the streets of her former home. No one lived there anymore. She jumped back onto the subway, purchasing a hoodie on the way. She tucked her dark hair in and adjusted Tony’s glasses. She needed a reprieve from the world.

“She was spotted!” Bucky yells running into the apartment’s living room. “She adjusted her classes for just a fraction of a second. She was on the subway, but I don’t know where she got off.”

“What direction?”

“Queens by the trains but there are a lot of connections from there.”

“Fuck!” Steve sank back down to the sofa, head in hands. “I can’t believe I did this. How could I be so stupid?”

“Ok punk, relax, ok, yes, you fucked up; we all did. We should have insisted that you told her the truth from the beginning, but we didn’t and here we are. Steve,” Bucky put his hand on his shoulder, “we’ll find her, and we’ll make it right.”

Steve looked at his best friend. “I can’t lose her.” His voice cracked.

“You won’t. She just needs time.”

Belle made it to the bar without any interruption. Robert waved at her as she entered but instead of taking a seat in her booth, she went to the bar. “Something strong Rob. I just need the escape.”

“You got it.”

She sat at the bar, and she knew she was in line. She needed to let go of these feelings. When her name was called, she poured her heart and soul into the song.

There's a fire starting in my heart Reaching a fever pitch, it's bringing me out the dark Finally I can see you crystal clear Go 'head and sell me out and I'll lay your ship bare

See how I'll leave with every piece of you Don't underestimate the things that I will do There's a fire starting in my heart Reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark

The scars of your love remind me of us They keep me thinking that we almost had it all The scars of your love they leave me breathless I can't help feeling

We could've had it all (you're gonna wish you) (Never had met me) Rolling in the deep (tears are gonna fall) (Rolling in the deep)

You had my heart inside (you're gonna wish you) Of your hands (never had met me) And you played it (tears are gonna fall) To the beat (rolling in the deep)

Baby, I have no story to be told But I've heard one on you, now I'm gonna make your head burn Think of me in the depths of your despair Make a home down there, as mine sure won't be shared

The scars of your love (never had met me) Remind me of us (tears are gonna fall) They keep me thinking (rolling in the deep) That we almost had it all (you're gonna wish you) The scars of your love (never had met me) They leave me breathless (tears are gonna fall) I can't help feeling (rolling in the deep)

We could've had it all (you're gonna wish you) (Never had met me) Rolling in the deep (tears are gonna fall) (Rolling in the deep)

You had my heart inside (you're gonna wish you) Of your hands (never had met me) And you played it (tears are gonna fall) To the beat (rolling in the deep)

We could've had it all Rolling in the deep You had my heart inside of your hand But you played it with a beating

Throw your soul through every open door (whoa) Count your blessings to find what you look for (whoa) Turn my sorrow into treasured gold (whoa) You pay me back in kind and reap just what you've sown

We could've had it all (tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep) We could've had it all (you're gonna wish you never had met me) It all, it all, it all (tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

We could've had it all (you're gonna wish you) (Never had met me) Rolling in the deep (tears are gonna fall) (Rolling in the deep)

You had my heart inside (you're gonna wish you) Of your hands (never had met me) And you played it (tears are gonna fall) To the beat (rolling in the deep)

Could've had it all (you're gonna wish you) (Never had met me) Rolling in the deep (tears are gonna fall) (Rolling in the deep)

You had my heart inside (you're gonna wish you) Of your hands (never had met me) But you played it, you played it, you played it You played it to the beat

Belle finished and made her way back out. As it got darker, a place popped in her head where she could lay low. She called a cab and made her way back to Manhattan. She climbed the stairs and hit the doorbell.

The door opened and its owner’s jaw fell open in shock. “Belle?!”

“Hi Lila.”

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iriel3000 · 3 years ago

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AO3 STATS - December 11th, 2021

#we're only 1150 stories behind #no scenes together #how are they beating us?#what is their ship name?#hawkeye #clint barton #black widow #natasha romanov #clintasha #clint x natasha #phil coulson

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acciotherapists · 2 years ago

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Far From Home (Chapter 22: Where is She?)

Loki x Reader

Y/n Y/l/n never thought her past would come back to find her. After all who would look for her on Midgard? But one day in the small town of Puento Antiguo her world is turned upside down when an old friend turns up, threatening everything she has built and the people she’d fought so hard to protect. What happens when the life she left behind finally catches up with her? What happens when the old flame she thought had burned out reignites within her?

Warnings: language (sorry, Steve), eventual smut (slow burn), angst, some mentions of torture (most things won’t be detailed but anything that gets a bit more specific will be warned at the beginning of the chapter)

Warnings for this chapter: angst, mention of dead character

A man called Coulson.

Phil Coulson was dead along with several agents Loki didn’t know the names of. My breaths became shallower as the air refused to reach my lungs.

“Y/n, please… d-.”

“Please what, Loki!? You killed him! He was practically a brother to me and he’s dead because of you!” I shouted.

“Darling, I’m sorry… I-I didn’t know. H-He was in the way and I didn’t have a choice.” “You had a choice, Loki! You could’ve ended all of this but instead you chose to hurt people I care about!”

He took a step forward, lifting his hand but I quickly backed away from him.

“I will never forgive you for this,” I hissed.

“I can fix this, love. I promise I’ll fix this.”

“You can’t fix this, Loki! He’s dead!” I shouted as the tears streamed down my face.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, pulling me into a hug. I struggled against his grip but it was pointless. I knew it was wrong and I should hate him for everything he’s done but I couldn’t ignore what I felt with him. His lips slowly moved to my ear as he murmured a thousand apologies, his voice breaking with each one.

"Loki, stop," I whispered, my heart clenching at the sound of his broken voice.

"I didn't want to kill him," he whispered into my hair, his grip tightening around me.

"I know, baby…. I know," I soothed, fighting back my own tears as Coulson's face flashed in my mind. He was gone and the man I loved was responsible for his death.

***

I sat in a guest room in Stark Tower, one that seemingly hadn't been used in a long time. A green dress lay untouched on the bed, familiar Asgardian armor sitting beside it.

"Put this on, darling," Loki had said to me before locking me in the room, saying he couldn't trust me not to run away yet.

“This is Agent Y/l/n. Does anybody copy?” I asked through my comms, though I knew it was a futile attempt if no one was in range, but I had to try nonetheless. There was nothing. No voice, not even the faintest crackling sound. It was simply dead air. I sighed before realizing there was no point in stalling any longer. I slowly put the dress and armor on, not wanting to anger Loki, and knocked on the door. The lock turned and the door opened as Loki’s face came into view.

“You look stunning, darling,” he whispered in awe before taking my hand and leading me out of the room. “Come with me. I’ll show you our army.”

***

A medic team carried away Phil Coulson’s body as the remaining banged-up Avengers heard the news the agent had not survived. A silence fell over the helicarrier as the news of his passing settled.

Somewhere among the chaos Clint Barton was waking up, sweat dripping from his forehead as the adrenaline and the effects of the scepter wore off, Natasha Romanoff sitting by his side.

Bruce Banner lay in a pile of rubble miles away from the helicarrier with a massive headache and no memory of how he got there.

The scattered Avengers gathered themselves as they picked up the broken pieces of the team and prepared for a fight they didn’t even know if they could win. What they weren’t aware of yet was just how far they’d be willing to go when a member of their team– and the world– is in danger.

***

“I’m not marching to Fury’s fire,” Tony spat, looking down at where Loki’s cell had been ejected from the ship.

“Neither am I,” Steve retorted. “He’s got the same blood on his hands that Loki does. But right now we’ve got to put that behind us and get this done. Loki needs a power source. If we can put together a list…”

“He made it personal,” Tony interrupted.

“That’s not the point.”

“That is the point. That’s Loki’s point,” Tony argued. “He hit us all right where we live, why?”

“To tear us apart.”

“Yeah. Divide and conquer is great but… he knows he has to take us out to win, right? That’s what he wants to beat us and he wants to be seen doing it… so why allow himself to get captured only to break out? Why come here at all?”

Their eyes widened as the realization seemed to hit them at the same time.

“Does anyone have eyes on Agent Y/l/n?” Steve called into his coms, receiving several ‘no’ answers in reply.

“Sure, he came back here to weaken us but he wanted her, too,” Tony explained as he began running, Steve following closely behind. They made their way to Fury's office as Tony spoke.

“I don’t know how we didn’t see it sooner. We just assumed they were siblings because of Thor but did you see the way Loki looked at her? I think Loki's in love with her."

"But do you really think he'd risk getting captured just to get her back?" Steve asked as they reached the door to Fury's office.

"The right girl makes even a guy like that do insane things."

"I suppose you're right," Steve answered, seeming lost in a memory, before Tony continued.

"We need to find out where he took her." Without knocking Tony swung the door open, being met with Fury's confused and slightly enraged face.

"What is the meaning of this?!" he hissed, closing the file in front of him.

"We need you to pull any surveillance footage from the attack," Tony said as he and Steve moved towards Fury's desk.

"You want to tell me why you're bursting into my office making demands?" Fury hissed.

"We think Loki may have taken Agent Y/l/n. We need to find out how and hopefully where,” Tony answered.

“Agent Y/l/n, report in!” Fury called into his comms as he began typing on his computer. A crackling sound filled his comms before they went quiet. No response came.

Fury’s typing increased as the silence in his comms became deafening. Fury turned the computer as a video began playing. Agent Y/l/n stood near the stairs leading to Research Level Four.

“That’s Agent Brown,” Fury explained, pausing the video. “He was taking her to Thor… said he’d been badly injured and requested her.”

“What happened next?” Steve asked and Fury resumed the video.

A man appeared behind her, injecting an unknown substance into the side of her neck. Her body went limp and the unknown man carefully lifted her off the ground, taking extra care not to hurt her. Agent Brown said something to the man but they couldn’t hear what it was.

“Is there audio?” Tony asked.

“No but SHIELD has pretty extensive lip reading software,” Fury answered before typing once more. The video rewound and the lip reading software worked in the background as a robotic voice spoke.

“Careful with her. She’s a good agent… plus, the boss will kill us if she’s harmed.”

“Where would he go?” Steve asked as the video ended.

“He wants an audience,” Tony murmured as he began pacing the room deep in thought. “Loki’s a full-tilt diva. He wants flowers. He wants parades. He wants a monument built to the skies with his name plastered…” Tony’s eyes widened as he trailed off. “Son of a bitch.”

“Stark, what is it?”

“I think I know where he is.”

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robo-ratto · 3 years ago

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Hello! If you don't mind my asking, what are you favorite Marvel ships?

I don't mind at all, nonny! Thank you for asking!

Well, I am a Clint-stan through and through and a multi-shipper at heart. This obsession is made evident by my favourite ships. But in all honesty, if Clint is part of the ship and the premise of the story interests me, I'm willing to give it a shot. Clint is pretty much the fandom bicycle for me lol. And I'm always happy to see art with him in it. I just love Hawkeye.

But if I have to narrow it down to some of my top favs, here's what I've got:

- Winterhawk (Clint x Bucky, sniper husbandos, what else is there to say?)

- Phlint (Clint x Coulson, COMPETENCE KINK? YES.)

- Ironhawk (Clint x Tony, I dunno, they snark with each other and I love it)

- Clintasha (Clint x Natasha, BFFs and badass to boot, I love their chemistry)

Those are probably my top favs.

Lately I've been kind of eyeing Hawkpool (Clint x Wade)? I haven't read anything for it, but I saw there was a comic of the two of them and I love Deadpool so I feel like they would just be absolute anarchy together. Seems like Wade appreciates Clint which makes me very happy.

Also been eyeing...uh...I'm not sure what the ship name is. Hawkdevil? Dareeye? ...they both sound stupid but whatever. Clint x Matt Murdock. I will freely admit I don't know anything about Matt, aside from him being blind, but the thought of a deaf man and a blind man being in a relationship intrigues me.

But yeah basically if Clint is there, I'm interested. I accept any and all fic recs for any of these ships. Thank you for the ask, nonny! <3

#robo speaks #winterhawk #phlint #ironhawk #clintasha #hawkpool #hawkdevil?#ships #shipping #clint is the fandom bicycle for me

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the-sound-of-her-wings · 3 years ago

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I Don't Know How to Love Him, Pt. I

Bruce Banner x GenderNeutral!Reader, Set during the entirety of The Avengers. Part I of Unknown- will likely span all of Avengers, Age of Ultron, and Infinity War.

You are a former shield agent who gets dragged back into the business after Loki steals the tesseract. You meet a cast of fun characters along the way, and maybe even fall in love.

Word Count: 2,357

Contains: A reference to Sleipnir, Water-based powers, Meeting for the First time, fluff?, talk of blood pressure

Inspiration: I Don't Know How to Love Him from Jesus Christ, Superstar

Comments and Reblogs are appreciated! Thank you for reading.

You are not surprised when Nick Fury comes to visit you. There had been rumblings about a major incident at a Shield facility from your former colleagues- enough to make you concerned. Enough that Fury would try to drag you back into the life you left. Still, you're concerned when you see him sitting in your area, waiting for his order to be taken.

“My name is y/n, what can I start you with?” You ask, getting out your notepad ready to take his order.

“I’ll start with a coffee, black. And toast sliced diagonally.” He doesn’t look up at you, instead hiding his face behind the menu.

You smile, writing down the order as if it wasn’t code for something else, and reply, “Just a moment!” You walk over to the counter, where one of your coworkers is sitting. She is a teenager, bored out of her mind, waiting at the register for people to come up after they’ve finished eating.

“Hey, Sally. Something came up and I’ve got to run out of town for a bit. Let Karl know some family stuff came up- he’ll understand.”

“Does this mean I’ll have to cover the tables in your area?” She’s looking at you like you’ve just delivered the worst news of her life.

“No, I’m sure Chris can handle it. It’s a slow day. But Julie’s number is by the phone if you need to call in back-up.” You respond, taking off your apron and hanging it behind the counter.

You leave the building, giving a glance to Fury on your way out. You find his car almost immediately- its slick, clean and fortified- nothing like the other cars parked out front. You lean against the driver’s side door, waiting for him to exit. A few minutes later, he does.

“That bad, huh?” You ask

“Worse” He responds, walking towards you. You move out of the way and begin to walk around to the other side of the car.

“Glad you reached out, then.” You say, climbing into the passenger side.

There is silence as he begins to pull out of the parking lot.

“So. Aliens. Asgardian or Kree?” You ask.

“Asgardian, and just the one. Loki.”

“The trickster God? The one who got impregnated by a horse?”

“That’s the one. He’s got the tesseract.” Fury deadpans. You turn your head to look at the man you used to work for, who’s asking for your help.

“Were you doing experiments on the tesseract?” You ask.

He does not respond. You throw your head back and let out a sigh. “I never should’ve left”

“You shouldn’t have. But you did. And now you are back. I hope you enjoyed your time off, Commander.”

“Don’t call me that” You dismiss, “I assume I’m not the only one you’re retrieving for this mission. You didn’t call Carol, did you?”

“For someone who never met her you sure like to act as if you did, “ He retorts,” And no. I didn’t. She’s got bigger fish to fry.”

“So who else is on the team?” You ask again, just as you pull up to the airbase. You can see there is a quinjet waiting for you.

“Why don’t you see for yourself.” You grumble at him, staying silent for the rest of the time it takes to stop the car.

You begin to unbuckle and get out of the car when he adds, “I’ll meet you on the Helicarrier.”

“You have someplace to be, Director?”

“Just a few errands. Now go, or I’ll let the quinjet leave without you.” You roll your eyes at him and shut the door in his face, before making your way over to your new method of transportation.

A familiar face greets you as you step inside.

“Coulson. It’s great to see you, how have you been?” You pull him into a hug before he can respond.

“I’ve been great, Commander. You seem to have done, uh. Well for yourself.” He replies cheerfully but clearly confused by the outfit your wearing. You grimace at the use of that word again.

“New work uniform.” You glance down at yourself to see if it’s really that out of place compared to what he’s wearing- it is.

“Commander? Are you Navy?” Another voice asks. Coulson had been blocking your view up until this point, preventing you from seeing the unfrozen, unaged, and very much alive Steve Rogers. You had heard rumors from your old Shield pals but you weren’t expecting this. You lightly push Coulson out of the way to get closer to him.

“Coast Guard.”

Steve holds out his hand to shake yours. “Captain Steve Rogers.”

You accept and give a firm handshake, “Commander Y/n, though I prefer Y/n.”

“Y/n. Got it. Fury recruit you too?” At this point, both of you are ignoring Coulson, who has moved on to preparing the quinjet for take-off.

“Yes. Plucked me right out of retirement.”

“He brief you on the mission?” Steve’s eyes are examining you, trying to figure out how someone like you, who looks fairly young, could have already retired.

“Yes. Some powerful alien got ahold of the tesseract and plans to destroy the world. Very original.”

“I have some videos for you to watch of the other recruits, then.” Coulson interrupts your conversation to put on a video all about Bruce Banner and The Hulk. You aren’t surprised by his recruitment even if you find it a little dangerous. Bruce seems like a sweet man, but he’s got little control over the other man living inside him. You take a moment to pull Coulson aside while Steve is watching the video to talk about the legend sitting a few feet away from you.

“Were you not going to tell me that you unfroze Steve?” You whisper, indignant.

“I thought I let that leak to you through an old channel” Coulson defends himself.

“Well, ‘we found the ice cube and turned it into water' is not exactly the same as ‘We have defrosted Steve Rogers and he is exactly the same as he was during fucking World War II’”

You glance back at him to see he is still staring at the video. His body language tells you he’s listening to your conversation. You glare at Coulson before composing yourself and sitting back down in your seat. Steve and Coulson converse about the different ways people tried to recreate the Super Soldier serum over the years, and the importance of his old uniform nowadays.

Once the quinjet lands, you are greeted by yet another familiar face.

“Natasha, great to see you.” You do not go in for a hug, as you aren’t sure she’d like that. “Where’s Clint?”

“Loki has him.” The happiness you had deflated like a pierced balloon.

“Fury didn’t tell me that.”

“Agent Romanoff, Captain Rogers. And you already know Commander y/n.” Coulson interjects once again. You give him a sideways glance.

“Ma’am?” Steve responds.

“Hi.” Natasha glances at Coulson, “They need you on the bridge. They are starting the face trace.” He nods, “See you there” And walks away.

You see Bruce stumbling around towards the three of you, clearly trying to stay out of everyone’s way, but failing. Whatever Steve and Natasha are talking about, you’ve blocked out.

“Dr. Banner.” You call out to him, and he walks over. You watch as he shakes hands with the other two first, and then shakes your hand. You can feel how nervous he is.

“They told me you’d be coming,” He tells the other two, “but not you.”

“No reason not to. It’s not like I’m the most top-secret thing Fury has under wraps. Though I guess that means he didn’t tell you about me either?” You look at Natasha as you ask her this.

She nods, “I would’ve told Dr. Banner about you had I known”

“I’m starting to remember why I left.” You say, feeling the water beginning to gather on the fingertips of your left hand. You brush past Natasha and head for the bridge.

When you get there, you see Nick Fury standing in his circle of computers, giving commands to start getting the Helicarrier ready to fly. He knows you're there before he sees you- the sounds of your feet are heavy against the tile floors.

“What aren’t you telling me? And more importantly- what aren’t you telling them?” You are confrontational, and the water in your hand has now formed a ball, encircling your fists.

“Is this because I didn’t tell any of them about you?”

The water ball condenses into a ball of ice. He glances down at your hand and back at you and rolls his eyes. “You said not to tell anyone about you, unless-”

“Unless they needed to know. I don’t know about you, Fury, I think my new teammates need to know” His blood pressure has gone up, and so has the blood pressure of every person on the bridge. You sigh, evaporating your ice ball away. You feel everyone’s blood pressure slowly begin to return to normal

“Look,” You say, getting closer to him. “Bruce doesn’t need to think he’s the most dangerous one here. And I certainly don’t need sideways glances from everyone who doesn’t know about me” You whisper.

“Don’t worry, y/n. I’ve got a plan.” He replies loudly, as the others approach.

You grumble under your breath as you back away from him “You wouldn’t have treated Carol like this.”

“A plan for what?” Steve asks.

“Capturing Loki. We’re running facial recognition scans now. I’ll let you know if we find anything.” Fury expertly redirects your previous conversation to fit in with the priorities of the mission.

“For now, you can get comfortable. Explore the ship, find where you’ll be sleeping.” Coulson adds.

The newly formed group of superheroes nod and set off in mostly different directions. You head to your old hang-out spot on the Helicarrier you once called home: The state of the art lab. You always enjoyed the view it had, both of the outside of the ship and the interior. It was a good place to get lost in thought and an even better place to observe the other people on the ship as they walked through the hallway. You take a seat on one of the tables, prepared to get lost in thought and clear your mind when Bruce walks in.

“Oh, are you- I can go.” His face flushes and he nervously scratches the back of his head.

“It’s fine.” You respond.

He hesitates but enters the room, beginning to investigate the various tools now at his disposal. He avoids making any eye contact with you as he walks around the room, looking, but not touching. You can feel that his blood pressure is elevated- and you're pretty certain it’s because of your presence. Eventually, he makes his way to a computer by the large window, overlooking the outside of the Helicarrier.

“Do you know what any of this stuff does?” Bruce inquires.

“No idea. This wasn’t my division when I worked for Shield.”

“Then why come here?”

You shrug, “It’s quiet, and not many other people come in here.”

“So Shield has a state of the art lab on their invisible, flying ship that they don’t utilize?” Bruce is perplexed by this revelation.

“There’s more than one. This one is the smallest, and the most exposed.” You reply, gesturing towards all the windows.

He nods at this, then opens his mouth like he’s about to say something, but closes his mouth again.

“You’re wondering about why I’m here- on this mission.” You guess what he was trying to ask you about.

“Yes.”

“I’m back up. In case one of you dies, or goes off the rails.” You respond.

“So you’re here to make sure the other guy doesn’t go on a rampage” He seems a bit bitter about it, and his increasing blood pressure confirms that.

“That’s not the only reason. I’m also here in case Natasha or Steve kick the bucket, or if they decide to turn on us.” You are apathetic in your explanation.

“And how are you going to do that?”

“Do you want a glass of water?”

“Touchy subject? Don’t want to reveal your secrets?” He’s testing you, but he’s misunderstood why you asked the question.

“Quite the opposite.” You reply, forming a ball of water in your hand. You blow on it, sending it towards his direction. He reaches out to touch it, and you turn it into a ball of ice, which he quickly catches before it falls on the floor.

“How’d that happen?” Bruce is hoping for an interesting answer or a common experience in having an experiment gone wrong. But he would be wrong.

“I was born with it. At least, that’s what the Shield scientists think.” You bring back the ball of ice towards you, before evaporating it.

“So you’ve always had these powers?”

“Nope. They came with puberty.”

“So they think there’s some kind of gene that altered your genetic code giving you these special abilities that activated at puberty?” Bruce asks.

“Pretty much.”

“I’m assuming your life became pretty water-based after that” Bruce surmises.

“Essentially. It’s why I went into the Coast Guard. That’s how Shield discovered me.”

“Why not the Navy?” It’s a valid question, one you’ve fielded since you were a teenager about to graduate from high school.

“Coast Guard helps more with civilian rescue operations, less with tactical military strikes. It’s less prestigious-”

“Which means a lower likelihood of your powers being discovered.” He finished your sentence.

“Exactly. You understand.” By now, his blood pressure has come down and is more even, suggesting he’s calm. His eyebrow furrows in deep thought, as you sit in silence waiting for him to ask an obvious question.

“How do your powers affect the human body?”

“Well, Bruce. You tell me.” You begin, hopping down from the table you’d been sitting on. “The human body is 60% water.” You leave the room, allowing him to figure out for himself what kind of destruction you’d be able to cause. You already know the answer

#bruce banner x reader #bruce banner x y/n #bruce banner x gender neutral reader #bruce banner x you #marvel x reader #part 1 of i don't know how to love him

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bulkyphrase · 3 years ago

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Everybody & the Avengers Team

I've got a new fic rec list for you!

The stories in the "X & the Avengers Team" tags focus on one person's relationship to the Avengers team as a whole. Courtesy of AO3's tag browse and Excel, here's a ranked list of the top 20 most popular pairings:

Tony Stark | 2470 total, 240 OTP

Peter Parker | 2255 total, 85 OTP

Steve Rogers | 602 total, 56 OTP

Loki | 387 total, 26 OTP

Natasha Romanov | 308 total, 35 OTP

Clint Barton | 268 total, 46 OTP

Bruce Banner | 244 total, 15 OTP

Thor | 209 total, 7 OTP

Avengers Team | 174 total, 24 OTP

James "Bucky" Barnes | 156 total, 7 OTP

Wanda Maximoff | 143 total, 4 OTP

Phil Coulson | 105 total, 9 OTP

Darcy Lewis | 91 total, 6 OTP

Matt Murdock | 60 total, 8 OTP

Sam Wilson | 53 total, 5 OTP

Nick Fury | 41 total, 5 OTP

Harry Potter | 40 total, 0 OTP

Pepper Potts | 31 total, 1 OTP

Vision | 29 total, 2 OTP

Stiles Stilinski | 25 total, 0 OTP

In chart form, if you like charts:

Notes:

The numbers after the names are the number of stories tagged with that ship. OTP means the number of stories where that is the only relationship tagged on the story. Numbers are accurate as of July 2021.

Story Recommendations

For your reading pleasure, included below is at least one fic rec for each pairing except the crossovers from non-Marvel fandoms (apologies to Mr. Potter & Mr. Stilinski). Most are gen fic, and even in the ones with a romantic pairing, romance is not the focus.

Tony Stark

As Subtle As Cognitive Recalibration by petroltogo (Teen, 8949) tumblr: @tonystarktogo

Standing inside his penthouse, listening to Rogers, Barton and Banner explain to Fury how they just happened to stumble over the Tesseract on a routine security check of Stark Tower’s roof and wouldn’t you know, they’ve managed to fight off the looming alien invasion before it could really start and secure the missing overpowered nightlight is one of the most surreal situations Tony has ever had the displeasure of experiencing.

Peter Parker

the worst field trip ever by shrill_fangirl_screaming (Teen, 3420) tumblr: @i-am-having-an-emotion

"We're on a field trip," Peter said. "To here. And Tony decided to be our tour guide and absolutely embarrass me, so can you please help get him under control?"

Which is how Peter Parker, architect of his own destruction, ended up with not one but two superhero pseudo-dads being annoying on his school field trip.

Steve Rogers

Do You Remember Being Happy? ('Cause I Sure Don't) by GalaxyThreads (Teen, 11022) tumblr: @galaxythreads

That seems about right. He doesn't know how he knows that, though. He does have vague memories of an annoyed fondness at finding peanut butter in some sort of jam. Thor's doing, because he doesn't see the point of using two knives when one works just as fine. He knows that. How does he know that? He knows all those little details, though, almost innately. How can he know these strangers so deeply?

Everyone else below the cut!

Loki

Proprietary by TheThirdMarauder (Teen, 7639)

No, Loki simply wants the Avengers conquered. The details of whom, how, and when matter not. Unless, of course, said details interfere with Loki's plans. Then, well, then none can fault him for protecting his own interests.

Loki has always been exceptionally good at lying to himself.

Natasha Romanov

What Girls Are Made Of by enigma731 (Teen, 4613) tumblr: @enigma731

She rolls her eyes but does as he’s indicated, using his shoulders to leverage herself up onto his back, her arms around his neck and her legs hugging his waist.

“You know,” he says blithely, “this isn’t really what I tend to picture when I think of a hot girl riding me.”

Natasha groans, deciding that if his sense of humor gets them arrested, she’ll kill him herself. “Just go.”

Clint Barton

Dear Clint Barton (circa age 7) by pollyrepeat (Teen, 4221)

With a normal person, this might count as blackmail material, but a) this is a case of mutually assured destruction if ever there was one, and b) Fury is immune to embarrassment. Not just in the regular, Tony Stark way, either, oh no. Things that could possibly end up being embarrassing to Fury get somehow warped and changed until they go from mortifying all the way over into useful and/or good for his image. It’s like a superpower.

Carrying Clint’s small child self around on his shoulders more than once has probably already hit the interagency rumour mill as an example of Fury’s innate awesomeness: good with rocket launchers and small children.

Also available as a podfic!

Bruce Banner

They're Not Wrong by Trumpeteer34 (Teen, 10163)

As Tony began to pace around the hole in the road to keep himself from shooting repulsors at the nearby buildings in a fit of rage, Thor began to study the nearby area. There was no sign of either the Hulk or Bruce Banner beyond the crater. The surrounding area, aside from the rubble of the fight, held no clue as to their friend’s location.

“Guys, he’s gone,” Tony growled into the communicator on their private line, drawing Thor out of his darkening thoughts. “Someone tranqed him and took him. He’s gone.”

Honorary mention goes to the Responsible Science series by @letteredlettered - the stories don’t have the "Avengers Team & Bruce Banner" tag, but they could, and they are amazing. The best Bruce Banner writing I've ever come across.

Thor

Fortunately, I Am Mighty by onward_came_the_meteors (General, 3062)

Steve was the first one to speak. ��Are you okay?”

Thor nodded. Which was a bad idea, as it turned out, because now there were little gray lights flashing in front of his eyes. “I’m fine.” Absolutely everyone narrowed their eyes, and he added, “But, uh. Could we possibly not get back in the car just yet?”

Avengers Team

Civil Wasn't by onward_came_the_meteors (General, 7123)

"We're having an ideological conflict here," Tony stated with disbelief. "Are you telling me you still want to go out to dinner?"

"It's a standing engagement, Tony," Rhodey reminded him.

"Not you too—"

"We already had to reschedule from Friday when Natasha was..." Rhodey frowned. "What were you doing?"

The question was directed toward Natasha, who shrugged and said, "Spy stuff."

James "Bucky" Barnes

You Know How I Feel, aka, The Adventures of Bucky and Muffy the Dinosaur by ifeelbetter (Not Rated, 4511) tumblr: @ifeelbetterer

“As you may have heard, Bucky Barnes, a.k.a. The Winter Soldier, recently rescued a tiny part-robot dinosaur during the Avengers’ battle with Dr. Doom in Antarctica,” the other newscaster explained. “Pictures of Barnes and the dinosaur were posted on twitter by fellow Avenger, Clint Barton, a.k.a. Hawkeye, and immediately made Barnes’s new pet America’s sweetheart.”

“Her name’s Muffy,” said Steve."

Wanda Maximoff

and the woman was young again by Mira_Jade (General, 3669)

Tony Stark called them the Cap's Kooky Quintet, and sometimes the term amused her – causing her to lift a sardonic brow where someday a smile would truly smile. She enjoyed the presence of comrades – true comrades – and she enjoyed the way their minds wove and bound together about each other to fluctuate against her senses as one. There was something soothing about being in their midst, and even when their loud and brash ways – their painful Americaness - rubbed her raw and drained on her, it was ever the knitting of their minds that soothed those moments over, and made them inconsequential.

Phil Coulson

Coulson's First Day of School by storiesfortravellers (Teen, 3055)

Coulson looked up at him. “I like drawing pictures with Mr. Rogers. I like having tea parties with Ms. Potts. I like it when Dr. Banner reads me books, and I like it when Natasha teaches me things. And I like when you play with me. You do really good voices when we play action figures. And you’re the only one who lets me do stuff like jump off the high diving board at the pool or eat three cupcakes or play tackle with kids at the park.”

Clint didn’t realize that. He was pretty sure that meant that he was doing something wrong.

Darcy Lewis

Beginner Yoga for Dummies (Darcys) and Sad Hobos by chailover (Teen, 3434)

Darcy had a theory: crazy attracted crazy, working kind of like gravity. It was pretty much her explanation for her life after Thor. And if she had thought the type of crazy Thor attracted was bad, be it Loki or the Warrior Three and Sif, or the dark elves and the Convergence, it was still nothing against what the Avengers manage en masse.

Matt Murdock

Double Blind by smilebackwards (Teen, 2381) tumblr: @smilebackwards

Stark snaps his fingers. “You can’t see half of my inventions. This explains so much about you and why you’ve never been properly impressed by me.”

“Does it?” Matt says, ambiguously.

Sam Wilson

Bystander by scribblemetimbers (Teen, 52029)

“I just want you to know,” Sam says loudly, cautiously raising his hands, “That I’m very poor and very sleep-deprived and literally the only thing you can kill me for right now are my notes.” He pauses. Wait. On second thought: “Please don’t steal my notes.”

“I’m not—I’m not a mugger,” Not Mugger rasps out, and for all that he looks about to keel over and die, the man actually manages to sound offended.

Nick Fury

Bedtime Story by dixiehellcat (Teen, 2532) tumblr: @deehellcat

Fury snorted. “I have to check in with the duty officer. I’ll be back in, let’s say twenty minutes. I expect all of you to have whatever your pre-bedtime routines are completed, and be in here pajama’ed and ready to be read to.”

He tapped the book under his arm, then left with the usual dramatic swish of his long coat. Bruce scratched his head. “Did…he just say be ready to be read to?”

Pepper Potts

Pepper and the Avengers (Which She Knows Nothing About) by rebelmeg (General, 6696) tumblr: @rebelmeg

The Avengers, that mismatched group of hurt and heroism, was one of the most important things in Tony Stark’s life. So, naturally, Pepper had made them an important part of her life too.

Vision

039. Intoxicated by aimmyarrowshigh (Teen, 100) tumblr: @aimmyarrowshigh

It might be nice to fit in, just this once. To lose a bit of composure.

Vision floated over to the refrigerator and, with some timidity, pulled off a magnet. He stuck it to his forehead.

#marvel fic rec

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valeriethepussycats · 4 years ago

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Assemble

Chapter 1

Pairing- Loki x Reader x Steve (one side)

Warning- cursing

Your thoughts and other characters are in italics.

Flashback Are Bold

“And there came a day, a day unlike any other, when Earth's mightiest heroes and heroines found themselves united against a common threat. On that day, the Avengers were born--to fight the foes no single superhero could withstand! Through the years, their roster has prospered, changing many times, but their glory has never been denied! Heed the call, then--for now, the Avengers Assemble!"

Burning blue flame. A smoky cube shape emerges -The Tesseract.

Kneeling behind a throne, a clothed, armored figure known as The Other. “The tesseract has awakened. It is on a little world. A human world. They would wield its power,...” He holds out the scepter. Coming out from the shadows, Loki takes the staff. “But our ally knows its workings as they never will. He is ready to lead. And our force, our Chitauri, will follow.” Thousands of Chitauri are awaiting orders.

“The world will be his. The universe yours. And the humans, what can they do but burn?” The Other declared.

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Y/n was walking home from Queensbridge park at Ten o’clock at night her mind on Thor and his Brother Loki .

The Destroyer hand comes to touch the Force field and all the wounds on Y/n’s body are all healed.

Why would Loki heal me?

Y/n shakes the thought out of her head not trying to dwell on it because she knows she’s never going to get the answers she want. It’s been a whole year so she’s heard or seen Thor.

What’s the point of thinking about it when I might not see Thor ever again.

Truth be told Y/n miss Thor more then she thought she would. To her Thor was the ideal best friend he understood her without even trying.

We found her.

Y/n scoffs.

I can’t have a moment of peace.

“You might as well come out I know you’re there.” Y/n shouted.

Two boys walk out from behind a tree one wearing a red and orange suit while the other one is wearing a helmet and a black and white suit.

“St. John Allerdyce aka Pyro and Dominikos Petrakis also known as Avalanche. What do you want?” Y/n asked with a sigh of irritation.

“How did she know our names.” Avalanche murmured to himself.

“Our boss wants to have a little chat. He thinks you could be a valuable mutant to the Brotherhood.” Pyro answered.

Y/n laughs and starts to walk away from the two boys. “There’s nothing I need to talk to your “boss” about ok I will never join the Brotherhood...isn’t fulled with children.

“Children. I have you know the Brotherhood except all ages of mutants.” Pyro explained.

Y/n stops walk and turns around and looks at Avalanche and Pyro with a Blank stare. “Well we’ll have to agree to disagree m’ok. Now I’m tired and I just want to go home and Watch cartoons until I fell asleep nowadays you’ll excuse me.”

“You won’t take us serious I’ll make you.” Avalanche declared

“You want a fight I’ll give you a fight.”

Y/n’s eyes turn white and thunder claps as lightning flashes across the sky then hits a nearby light post which causes a chain reaction and all the light post

“Well color me impressed that would be all boys head back to the base.” Said a voice behind Y/n.

Pyro and Avalanche walk away in a hurry.

“Magneto....what do you want?” Y/n said in a curious tone.

“I heard about what you did in New Mexico saving those people.” Magneto addressed.

“Me helping innocent people ruin your plans?” Y/n wondered.

“No I’m just wondering why your not team X-men.”

“Why would I want to be an X-men.”

“Because your mother is an X-men.”

“My-my mother? My mother die trying to free me from the Weapon X Program.” Y/n explained.

“Then why was she stopping me from turning every human being into on earth into mutants.” Magneto pulls out his phone and show Y/n a picture of her mother.

Y/n clenched her jaw as she winced. “You didn't know my sweet child she's been alive this entire time.” Magneto noted.

“Why are you doing this? What get out of this?” Y/n uttered.

“Everyone deserves the truth no matter who gives it to them.” Magneto confessed then disappears and all the lights in the park turns back on.

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Shield facility at night. They are evacuating by helicopter and vehicle, and one helicopter lands, dropping off Maria Hill and Nick Fury while Agent Phil Coulson is awaiting them.

“Where is Agent Munroe?” Nick Fury asked Agent Coulson.

“Sydney,Australia sir.” Agent Coulson answered.

“Does she know that Erik Selvig is here?” Nick wondered.

“No she doesn’t not.”

“Good.....Now how bad is it?”

“That's the problem sir. We don't know.”

They enter the facility, passing fleeing technicians, taking only the essentials. “Dr. Selvig read an energy surge from the Tesseract four hours ago.” Agent Coulson finished.

“NASA didn't authorise Selvig to test phase.” Nick stated.

“He wasn't testing it, he wasn't even in the room. Spontaneous advancement.” Agent Coulson explained.

“It just turned itself on?” Agent Maria Hill Chimed in.

“What are the energy levels?” Nick asked Agent Coulson.

“Climbing. When Selvig couldn't shut it down, we ordered evac.” Agent Coulson replied.

“How long to get everyone out?”

“Campus should be clear in the next half hour.”

“Do better.”

Coulson nods then proceed in the other direction as Nick and Maria continue walking down deeper into the facility.

“Sir, evacuation may be futile.” Agent Hill disclosed.

“We should tell them to go back to sleep?” Nick asked sarcastically

“If we can't control the Tesseract's energy, there may not be a minimum safe distance.” Agent Hill explained

“I need you to make sure Phase 2 prototypes are shipped out.”

“Sir, is that really a priority right now?”

“Until such a time as the world ends, we will act as though it intends to spin on. Clear out the tech below. Every peice of Phase 2 on a truck and gone.”

“Yes sir.” Then Hill walks over to agents nearby. “With me.”

Nick fury walks in the radiation facility housing the Tesseract, the area cluttered with machines and people leaving.

“Talk to me doctor.” Nick announced.

Dr. Erik Selvig walks from behind a CMS machine, concerned. The Tesseract is glowing unusually birghter and a flare of blue shoots out from it, hitting things at random. “Director.”

“Is there anything we know for certain?”

“The Tesseract is misbehaving.”

“Is that supposed to be funny?”

“No, it's not funny at all. The Tesseract is not only active, she's... misbehaving.”

“How soon until you pull the plug?” Nick asked.

“She's an energy source. If we turn off the power, she turns it back on. If she reaches peak level...” Erik trailed off.

“We've prepared for this doctor. Harnessing energy from space.” Nick replied.

“We don't have the harness. Our calculations are far from complete. Now she's throwing off interference, radiation. Nothing harmful, low levels of gamma radiation.” Erik explained.

“That can be harmful. Where's Barton?”

“The Hawk? Up in his nest, as usual.”

Clint Barton, dressed in black tactical gear, up on the railings watching them below. Fury calls Barton on his earpiece. “Agent Barton, report.”

Barton rappels down from the catwalk, and walks up to Fury. They both walk around the bottom of the facility in a discreet manner.

“I gave you this detail so you could keep a close eye on things” Nick finished

“Well, I see better from a distance.” Agent Barton replied.

“Are you seeing anything that might set this thing off? Nick wondered.

“Doctor, it's spiking again.” NASA scientist shouted Erik.

“No one's come or gone. It's oven is clean. No contancts, no I.M.'s. If there was any tampering, sir, it wasn't at this end.” Agent Barton passed on

“At this end?” Nick questioned.

“Yeah, the cube is a doorway to the other end of space, right? The doors open from both sides.” Agent Barton answered

Dr. Erik Selvig types on his keyboard and the monitor flashes. Suddenly, the Tesseract thunders and shakes the entire facility. Both Agent Coulson nearby, and Maria Hill topside, feel the tremors. The cube glows brighter and emits a ring of light, and builds like a beam, similar to the Bifrost bridge. The power hits the edge of the platform, and begins to form a vortex, which becomes a portal. Space appears through the portal, and a gust of blue energy knocks people back. The cloud shoots to the ceiling, and the portal on the platform opens up as Loki steps through. The portal vanishes, and Loki grins at everyone, holding his spear. He frowns as he sees them looking at him.

“Sir please put down the spear.” Nick shouted.

Loki responds with firing a blast of blue energy from his spear, while Barton narrowly tackles Fury out of the way. Everyone shoots at Loki, but the bullets deflect off of him. Loki immediately takes down everyone shooting at him easily, with knives and energy blasts from his sceptre. He pauses, grinning, and looks to who will attack him next. Barton attempts to attack him, but Loki grabs his wrist, disarming him.

“You have heart.” Loki places the tip of the spear against Barton's chest.

Barton's eye glow black, and he stops resisting. Loki begins controlling other agents around the room. Fury sneak up, grabs the Tesseract, and places it in a briefcase, trying to sneak out.

“Please don't. I still need that.” Loki disclosed.

Nick turns to face Loki. “This doesn't have to get any messier.”

“Of course it does. I've come too far for anything else. I am Loki of Asgard, and I am burdened with glorious purpose.” Loki proclaimed.

“Loki? Brother of Thor?” Erik murmured.

“We have no quarrel with your people.” Nick told Loki

“An ant had no quarrel with a boot.”

“You planning to step on us?”

“I come with glad tidings, of a world made free.”

“Free from what?”

“Freedom. Freedom is life's great lie. Once you accept that, in your heart...” Like a gunslinger, Loki turns to face Selvig who's standing behind him and places his spear against Selvig's heart. Selvig's eyes glow black.

“You will know peace.” Loki finished.

“Yeah, you say peace, I kind of think you mean The other thing.” Nick remarked.

the vacuum chamber ceiling, the Tesseract's energy cloud rapidly builds into what may be an implosion.

“Sir, Director Fury is stalling. This place is about to blow. Drop a hundred feet of rock on us. He means to bury us.” Agent Barton informed Loki.

“Like the Pharaohs of Odin.” Nick stated

“He's right. The portal is collapsing in on itself. You got maybe two minutes before this goes critical.” Erik explained.

“Well then.“

Loki looks to Barton, who without hesitation shoots Fury, who falls to the ground. Barton grabs the case containing the Tesseract and leaves the lab with Loki, Selvig, and the other controlled Shield personnel.

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The controlled Shield personnel are gathering weapons and getting ready to leave the facility. Agent Hill watches in confusion.

Agent Barton Points to Loki and his team. “Need these vehicles.”

“Who's that?” Agent Hill wondered.

“He didn't tell me.” Agent Barton mumbled.

Agent Hill eyes them suspiciously as they get into a truck and begin to drive away.

Nick grabs a walkie talkie. “Hill, do you copy?”

Loki and his crew look back at Agent Hill.

Back at the lab, Fury is sitting up, pulling the bullet out, and breathing hard.

“Barton is...” Nick trailed off.

Maria turns around and shoots Barton, who is already shooting at her, and they drive away while she takes cover, still firing at them.

Nick is Running out of the lab, holding his side. “He's got the Tesseract! Track it down!.”

The energy discharge from the Tesseract is building up on the ceiling, rumbling and growing recklessly, destroying structures and cracking the walls.

Maria Hill jumps into a Jeep and takes chase on Loki and crew. Several other trucks begin to attack Loki's truck as well, and Loki releases a blast of energy, obliterating Shield trucks and causing a blockage in the tunnel. Agent Hill is forced to keep distance on her pursuit.

Down below, Fury is racing against the clock as pipes burst around him. The walls are cracking, and the facility is suffering an internal earthquake.

Agent Coulson is grabbing cases, and trips down the stairs while the ground shudders. Others with him drop cases full of information and equipment.

“No! Leave it!” Agent Coulson urged They all leave the cases behind and leave the lab running.

Barton and Agent Hill are caught in a truck race, where she pulls in front of him to try and block him. He responds with firing at her at close range, which causes Agent Hill to shoot out her own windshield to try and hit him.

Agent Coulson and his group take a Jeep and evacuate as well. “You're clear, sir! You need to go!” Agent Coulson said into walkie talkie.

Fury runs across the tarmac to a helicopter. The ground gives way seconds after the helicopter leaves the ground, falling into a sinkhole.

Still racing down the tunnel, Agent Hill and Barton are locked in combat. A blast wave from the Tesseract causes the tunnel to collapse partially. One of Loki's trucks makes it out, but Maria's truck is stuck.

The Tesseract's energy cloud now shrinks into a small ball of white light, hovering in the air. In a flash of blue light, the facility is consumed along with its surroundings. Fury watches from below as a rapid build up into an implosion.

Several miles away, Agent Coulson's van jolts from the blastwave on the horizon behind them.

The entire facility implodes with terrifying magnitude, and the implosion rocks the ground.

Maria Hill is stuckher jeep behind as the full force of the blast tears down on the tunnel, covering herself by being inside of the jeep, light from the night spilling in close by.

Barton's truck drives away, but Fury's helicopter hovers over it, and Fury opens fire with his pistol. Loki, in a fit of rage, fires an energy blast at the helicopter. The helicopter is skimmed my the blast, but catches fire. He jumps out of the flaming helicopter seconds before it hits the ground and shreds itself into debris. Fury stands back up, dazed, and shoots at Loki, but they're too far away.

“Director? Director Fury, do you copy?” Agent Coulson called into the walkie talkie

“The tesseract is with the hostile force. I have men down. Hill?” Nick voiced.

Agent Hill climbs out of the wreckage of her jeep and speak into the walkie. “A lot of men still under, don't know how many survivors.”

From the ground, Fury surveys the wreckage. “Sound the general call. I want every living soul not working rescue looking for that briefcase.”

“Roger that.” Agent Hill answered.

“Coulson, get back to base. This is a Level Seven. As of right now, we are at war.” Nick disclosed

“What do we do?” Agent Coulson asked.

Nick Fury looks up, a thought on his mind.

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Russia. There is a building, a warehouse, next to some unfinished railroad tracks under construction. The building is only occupied by Georgi Luchkov, a Russian general, and two thugs, with a prisoner amongst them, tied to a chair. The taller thug is in the middle of hitting the spy, a red headed Russian woman in a black tank top.

“This is not how I wanted the evening to go.”Georgi Luchkov commented.

“I know how you wanted this evening to go. Believe me, this is better.” Natasha Romanoff replied.

“I'd like to know why they sent you to carry out a carrier, a stained glass and other random items.” Luchkov explained.

The taller thug pushes her chair back, tilting it over the edge of a few story drop, and Natasha hides her fear.

“I thought General Solohob was in charge of the export business.” Natasha Remarked.

“Solohob? Your reputation is quite a progression. The famous Black Widow. Nothing but a pretty face.” Luchkov commented.

“You really think I'm pretty?” Natasha wondered.

Luchkov walks over to a table filled with tools of torture and interrogation, picking up a pair of pliers. The tall thug next to her forces her jaw open.

“We do not need the Lermontov to transfer the tanks. Tell him, well...You may have to write it down.” Luchkov stated.

A phone rings, and the weasely thug looks to his phone in confusion. He picks it up. “Ya?” He looks to Luchkov. “It's for you.”

Luchkov takes the phone, annoyed and angry. “Who the hell is...”

“You're at 114 Solenski Plaza, 3rd floor. We have an F22 exactly 8 miles out. Put the woman on the phone or I will blow up the block before you can make the lobby.” Agent Coulson warned.

Luchkov places the cell phone against Natasha's ear seeing how she's tied to a chair with her hands tied behind her back.

“We need you to come in.” Agent Coulson noted.

“Are you kidding? I'm working!” Natasha declared.

“This takes precedence.” Agent Coulson stressed.

“I'm in the middle of an interrogation and this moron is giving me everything.” Natasha explained.

“I don't give everything.” Luchkov said confused.

Natasha frowns at Luchkov “Look, you can't pull me out of this right now.”

“Natasha. Barton's been compromised.” Agent Coulson disclosed.

After a beat. “Let me put you on hold.” Natasha nods to Luchkov. When he grabs the phone, she hits him with her leg and headbuts him. She stands, still tied to the chair, and kickboxes the tall thug in the face. She rolls over to the weasely thug, trips him, and stomps on his foot when he tries to pin her, then she knocks him out with a headbut. Coulson waits calmly, listening to her take three men down with her arms literally tied behind her back. She flips, breaking the chair on weasely thugs' ribcage, and looks to the tall thug, standing up. She kicks him too, chocking him out cold. She then wraps Luchkov's legs with a chain and pushes him down the hole he was threatening to drop her down. He hangs there, in pain, and she grabs her shoes and the phone.

“Where's Barton now?” Natasha asked Coulson.

“We don't know.” Coulson replied.

“But he's alive.”

“We think so. I'll brief you on everything when you get back. But first, we need you to talk to the big guy.”

“Coulson, you know that Stark only trusts me about as far as he can throw me.” Natasha replied.

“No, I've got Stark. You get the big guy.” Coulson told Natasha.

Natasha pauses then hangs up the phone.”Bozhe moi.”

Part 2

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Routine Mission

Title: Routine Mission

Author Name: @averyrogers83

Fill & Square: Birthday (5)

Rating: General

Warnings: Some angst, fluff.

Pairing: Clint x Reader

Summary: Clint has always hated his birthday, having a rough childhood and all, but you wanted to make it special, unfortunately though things don’t work out as expected.

Word Count: 779

Author’s Notes: Submission for @clintbartonbingo @clintbartonbirthdaybingo

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Clint’s POV

It was supposed to be a simple routine recon mission. The one where he was just supposed to go in gather some intel and get out. That’s why he volunteered to do it. Also with the fact that his birthday was coming up and he didn’t want to think about it. He hadn’t had the best childhood. In fact it was the classic troubled kid who grew up with an alcoholic abusive father, shipped off from one foster home to another kind of childhood. That is until he and his brother Barney finally got sick of it and ran away to join the circus. As he grew older he got into more and more trouble until he got caught and someone took a chance on him and recruited him into S.H.I.E.L.D

Through the years he had forgotten all about his birthday, never giving it a second thought. This year was different though. This year he had you, but he still didn’t like the thought of his birthday coming around so here he was once again volunteering for another mission to get away from his past. So birthdays weren’t something he usually liked to think about. So he did what he normally does, he made the call to go out on another routine mission in hopes that it would only take him a day or two. Boy was he wrong.

One day turned to two, then three, until he ended up being gone for half the month. He wanted to tell you that he was ok, to let you know that he was sorry for not being there as he had promised but there was no way for him to contact you. Most importantly he didn’t have the chance to tell you how much he cared about you in case anything went wrong. He was sure that you would have gotten sick of him by now and by the time he got home you’d be gone. Another failed relationship. Something else he had gotten used to. Why had he volunteered to go on this mission anyway. Nothing he could do now except get through it and hope that you would still be there when he got home.

The Quinjet had made it’s descent into the hanger slowly opening the bay doors to allow the members to flee and to their homes and crash, relieved to finally be back home. Clint was the last one to grab his gear and exit the jet. Exhausted, sore, relieved. As he approached closer to his home a sudden sadness overcame him. Would you still be there when he opened the door or would he find it empty once more.

He unlocked the door and took a deep breath as he slowly opened the door, surprise and relief overcame him when he saw that you were still there lying on the couch sound asleep. A smile crept across his face. He hadn’t scared you away. Even though he had broken his promise you were still there waiting for him to come home. He lowered his bag to the floor and quietly came to your side as he sat on the edge of the couch. He brushed your hair from your face and placed a soft kiss on your lips. You stirred awake and smiled at him through your sleepy eyes.

“You’re home” your voice hoarse as you sit up to give him a hug.

“I’m sorry. I really thought I would have been home sooner” he hugged you tightly as though to make sure that you were really there with him. “I was so sure that you would have left” he tried to fight back the tears that threatened to fall. “Why would you think I’d be gone. It’s ok, it’s your job and I understand that. I was worried though when you didn’t come back and I hadn’t heard from you, but then Steve texted me and told me that you were on your way home soon.” You looked into his eyes as you wiped the tears from his cheeks.

“I’m sorry that we missed your birthday though” you looked at him with sad eyes. “I wanted to surprise you. Next year, NO MISSIONS” you teased.

He hadn’t even realized that you knew it was his birthday. Coulson or Nat probably spilled the beans. He felt bad because he had missed spending it with you, but hearing you talk about the next year gave him hope that maybe this time things would be different.

“I promise next year no missions.” He kissed you again and held you tight. He would definitely make up for missing his birthday with you.

Reader POV

It was supposed to be a simple routine mission, at least that is what he told you. You had made plans to celebrate Clint’s birthday. Nothing extravagant, he was never one for celebrating that day due to a harsh homelife. Something you could relate to. The two of you had a rough childhood, dealing with an abusive parent made it hard for a kid to find the joy in something as simple as a birthday. You were determined to make up for that. You wanted to make his day special. Something simple to let him know how much he meant to you.

A week before he told you that he was to go out on a mission. It would be a quick in and out job and he’d be home before you knew it. It was his job and even though you knew there would be times where he would have to leave for days on end, maybe even months, you hoped this would be the one time he would be back in a day or two. Even though you would still worry about him. You kept yourself occupied with getting things ready for his birthday surprise. On the day of his birthday you had put the finishing touches on dinner and the small cake you had made for him. It was your first time making it from scratch and you were hoping that it would turn out.

The day had come and gone and when he hadn’t come home and there was no word from him, you began to worry even more. You became anxious as thoughts that something bad had happened to him. What if he wasn’t coming home, what if he decided the two of you being together was a mistake. You tried to quiet your erratic thoughts. At night you would cry yourself to sleep, that is if you were able to get any sleep. Your mind raced from one bad thought to another till you were too numb and exhausted. You knew you couldn’t contact Clint while he was on his mission, but you made a call and found out that he was ok and would be home soon.

You felt a wave of relief wash over you as you hung up the phone. It was late and even though you tried to stay awake to greet him when he walked through the door you were too sleep deprived to be able to stay awake and soon fell asleep on the couch. The light touch of his lips against yours woke you from your slumber and you smiled. He was home. You sat up to wrap your arms around him and you knew you weren’t dreaming when you felt him hug you back.

“I’m so glad you’re home. I’m sorry you missed your birthday surprise. Next year no missions.”

He looked at you and smiled. “I promise next year no missions.”

You would find a way for him to make it up to you later, but right now you were just happy to have him back home where he belonged.

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is-it-madness · 5 years ago

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My Glorious Purpose | Loki x OC Chapter 1

A/N: Hello everyone! Welcome to my very first fanfic that I’ve finally had the guts to post on tumblr. I do have it on other sites, but was too nervous to post it here. After some convincing from the lovely @wowjeena, I decided to post it here. This is a story about Loki and my OC. I really hope you all enjoy it! Any feedback is greatly appreciated! If you would like me to tag you, send me an ask or message me. I will gladly do so!

Pairing: Loki x OC (Tera Digitalis)

Word Count: 1704

Warnings: None in this chapter :)

Chapter 1: Conference Room

(Tera’s POV)

I run through the helicarrier, not believing what Natasha told me. A Norse god? Here? At S.H.I.E.L.D? She said there was a small scuffle in Stuttgart.

Yeah right, I think to myself as I continue my path down to the cell they are keeping him. There is no such thing as a small scuffle when a super soldier and Tony Stark team up to take him down. Natasha didn’t tell me his name, but that may be because I ran out of the room to see him for myself.

I reach the door that had the cells on the other side. I try to open the door, but it’s locked and I don’t have a key card. One of the perks of being an intern, I huff internally, frustrated at my inability to enter.

“Something wrong?”

I spin around, coming face-to-face with Natasha. She gives me a smirk when I sigh.

“I wanna see the ‘Norse god’ you were talking about,” I tell her, putting air quotes around Norse god because I still haven’t seen him.

“Come with me, Fury’s having a chat with him right now. We can watch from the bridge.”

“Okay,” I tell her.

We walk through the set of doors to find Dr. Banner and Captain Rogers already watching the scene unfold.

“Dr. Banner, I’d like you to meet one of our interns here at S.H.I.E.L.D.”

I stick my hand out, “Nice to meet you Doctor.”

He hesitates slightly before taking my hand in a firm shake.

Our attention is brought back to the screen by the sound of the wind screaming.

“Thirty thousand feet straight down in a steel trap. You get how that works?” Fury tells a man with dark black hair, who was imprisoned in the cage.

He pushes a button and closes the floor. He gestures first to the man.

“Ant.” He then points towards the panel, “Boot.”

“It’s an impressive cage. Not built, I think, for me.”

This is the first time I hear him speak. He speaks with formality and an air of superiority. His accent is almost British, but there’s something else to it that made it seem more sophisticated.

“Built for something a lot stronger than you,” Fury shoots back.

“Oh I’ve heard,” the man says, turning to look at the camera, directly at us, as if he knew we are watching. Dr. Banner gives Natasha a look. He must have known that S.H.I.E.L.D. would take precautions.

“A mindless beast‒ makes play he’s still a man.”

I suddenly notice that a tall, blond, and extremely muscular man is in the room with us and is not watching but listening intently.

“How desperate are you, that you call on such lost creatures to defend you?” the black-haired man mocks.

Fury takes several steps closer to the cage, “How desperate am I? You threaten my world with war, you steal a force you can’t hope to control, you talk about peace and you kill ’cause it’s fun. You have made me very desperate. You might not be glad that you did.”

“Ooh. It burns you to have come so close, to have the Tesseract, to have power—unlimited power—and for what?” the prisoner asks. He looks back at the camera, towards us, and with a smile he says, “A warm light for all mankind to share?”

He turns back to face Fury, “And then to be reminded what real power is.”

Fury just smirks back at him, unshaken. “Well, let me know if ’real power’ wants a magazine or something,” he says before taking his leave.

The monitors go black.

Captain Rogers looks up at us from where he sits, watching.

“He really grows on you doesn’t he?” Dr. Banner asks dryly.

“Loki’s gonna drag this out. So, Thor, what’s his play?” Captain Rogers asks, turning to the muscle man standing beside me.

“Wait. Thor? As in the Thor? Like son of Odin, the god of thunder, wielder of Mjolnir? And your adopted brother, Loki? That’s who we have? You’re that Thor?” I ask, incredulous.

He looks at me, with an eyebrow raised. “Yes mortal child, that is I whom you speak of. How do you know so much of me? We have only just met.”

Embarrassed by my outburst, I simply mumble, “I read a lot. Also I’m not a child.”

I make note of Natasha smirking at me from the corner of my eye, as Thor smiles at me before turning back to the Captain.

“He has an army called the Chitauri. They’re not of Asgard, nor any world known. He means to lead them against your people. They will win him the Earth, in return, I suspect, for the Tesseract.”

Agent Maria Hill joins us in the conference room. She stands behind Thor, quietly listening.

“An army, from outer space?” Steve says in disbelief.

Dr. Banner fiddles with his glasses, “So, he’s building another portal. That’s what he needs Erik Selvig for.”

“Selvig?” Thor repeats.

“He’s an astrophysicist,” the doctor explains.

“He’s a friend,” Thor responds.

Natasha looks up and speaks for the first time since the screens went dark. “Loki has them under some kind of spell - along with one of ours.”

I can hear the hurt in her voice, she and Clint had a special bond, they were extremely close.

“I wanna know why Loki let us take him. He’s not leading an army from here,” Steve says turning to Dr. Banner.

“I don’t think we should be focusing on Loki. That guy’s brain is a bag full of cats, you can smell crazy on him,” Banner jokes.

Thor takes a step closer to the table, “Have care how you speak. Loki is beyond reason but he is of Asgard, and he is my brother.”

Natasha gave Thor a look. “He killed eighty people in two days.”

“He’s... adopted.” Thor falters, blaming Loki’s action on his adoption. I roll my eyes.

Banner speaks up, “I think it’s about the mechanics. Iridium, what do they need the Iridium for?”

We hear a voice answer back from the hall, coming closer.

“It’s a stabilizing agent.”

It’s Tony Stark, walking beside Agent Coulson. He whispers something to Coulson about keeping love alive. I raise an eyebrow, but don’t say anything. Coulson smiles before heading off in another direction. Tony starts walking towards Thor.

“Means the portal won’t collapse on itself like it did at S.H.I.E.L.D.,” Tony explains, with a wave of his hand. “No hard feelings Point Break, you got a mean swing,” he says patting Thor’s biceps with the back of his hand.

Thor gives him a look of death, but Tony doesn’t see it as he heads towards the control panels. Agent Hill rolls her eyes as Tony walks past her.

Tony continues without missing a beat, “Also, means the portal can open as wide and stay open as long as Loki wants.”

Tony turns to face the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, “Ah, raise the mizzen mast, ship the topsails.”

They all turn to look at him, with confusion plastered all over their faces. I can’t help but laugh.

Tony suddenly points out excitedly. “That man is playing Galaga! Thought we wouldn’t notice, but we did.”

We all look towards the man Tony had pointed out, and sure enough, he is playing Galaga.

Tony walks towards the command area of the ship, where Fury usually stands.

He covers an eye. “How does Fury even see these?”

“He turns.” Agent Hill responds simply, with her arms crossed.

“Sounds exhausting.”

Tony starts messing around with the screen. Pushing things, moving them aside.

“Is he even allowed to touch that?” I ask Nat.

She just shrugs and rolls her eyes.

“The rest of the raw materials, Agent Barton can get his hands on pretty easily. Only major component he still needs is a power source of high energy density. Something to kick-start the Cube.” Tony says.

Agent Hill interrupts him. “When did you become an expert in thermonuclear astrophysics?”

“Last night.” responds Tony, with attitude.

Hill looks at him, confused.

“The packet, Selvig’s notes, the extraction theory papers, ” Tony elaborates. “Am I the only one who did the reading?” he asks with his arm open. “And why is there a kid here?” he asks, pointing at me.

I give him a tight smile. Why does everyone think I’m a kid? “I’m actually an intern here, Mr. Stark. Agent Romanoff is my mentor.”

“Intern, huh? How old are you? 15? 16?”

“Nineteen, actually. Sir.” I add, not wanting to be rude, because Mr. Stark is a genius and you don’t want a genius against you. They can come up with some cruel, creative ways to get revenge.

Steve speaks up, “Does Loki need any particular kind of power source?”

Banner responds, still playing with his glasses, “He’d have to heat the Cube to a hundred and twenty million kelvin just to break through the Coulomb barrier.”

I start to zone out. I have no idea what they were saying, and besides, this isn’t the field I’m planning on going in to.

I snap out of my daydream when Director Fury enters the room.

With his eye on Tony, he tells him, “Doctor Banner is only here to track the Cube. I was hoping you might join him.”

Steve interjects, “I’d start with that stick of his. It may be magical but it works an awful lot like a HYDRA weapon.”

“I don’t know about that, but it is powered by the Cube. And I like to know how Loki used it to turn two of the sharpest men I know into his personal flying monkeys.”

“Monkeys?” Thor asks, “I do not understand‒”

“I do!” Steve interjects, excited.

We all turn to look at him, while Tony rolls his eyes. I feel a smile forming on my lips.

“I understood that reference,” he continues.

I think he’s happy to find something in this world that he actually understands.

Tony breaks the silence. He turns to Dr. Banner. “Shall we play, Doctor?”

“This way, sir.” He answers and they walk out.

Part 2

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what-is-your-plan-today · 5 years ago

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Stark Spangled Banner Ch34: Paper

Summary: Following the events in Siberia, Katie, Steve Wanda and Sam all struggle to adapt to a life on the run. The Roger’s first wedding anniversary isn’t spent the way Steve would have hoped, but as Fall arrives, he finallly gets the call he’d been waiting for from Wakanda.

Warnings: Bad Language words. Smut (NSFW) NO UNDER 18s PLEASE!!!!

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

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August 2016

Following advice from Coulson, the group of Outlaws decided to lay low for a few months until interest died down, although Katie and Sam were pretty amused to find out that there had been protests across the US after they had been declared Enemies of the State, especially when someone (no names were mentioned, but Katie was laying odds on it being Murdock to help Clint and Scott’s very publicised hearings) had leaked to the press details of what had taken place in Siberia, and how they had been treated by the Government. To her further delight, Ross was facing a public enquiry as well with regards to their unlawful arrests.

All in all, that part of it had worked out pretty well. And whilst she knew he would get away with it, the thought of him being pissed off filled her with a very smug sense of satisfaction.

The place they were living was called the Isle of Lewis, approximately 12 miles away from Stornoway in the northern part of the inter-connected Islands in the Hebrides and the only connection to main land Scotland was either a 2 hour ferry or a flight, so with that respect it was absolutely perfect.

The old farm house was secluded, the land surrounding it sprawling for miles, shielded by a large thicket of trees on three sides and a cliff edge which dropped down to a small beach on the other. There was no reason for anyone to visit or pass their house, bar the odd dog walker they saw treading the cliff footpath. They were always careful when seeing people to greet them politely so they didn’t attract attention by being aloof.

The first rule of going on the run? Don’t run.

At first they strayed into town for supply runs only and Katie was surprised just how well she adapted to living with two additional people. At first she had been worried, Steve and her having had their own space for such a long time. Even in the tower and compound their living quarters had been fairly big and they could hide away from everyone if they wanted to. But in their safe house they didn’t have that luxury. Never the less it was big enough so that they could all have their own rooms. There was one bathroom upstairs and a smaller cloakroom downstairs, and so far there had been no squabbles about who used it when.

Their large sitting area had been kitted out with a state of the art entertainment system, they had a decent sized farmhouse style Kitchen-Diner, and a smaller sitting room off the back of the kitchen with a smaller TV, a 2 seat couch and a piano much to Katie’s delight. Practical things like bills etc were coming out of an account belonging to Mr and Mrs O’Rourke, one of Katie and Steve’s covers- the name being Steve’s Mother’s maiden name. Coulson had advised them it was the least suspicious thing to do and would attract less attention than trying to pay cash at a bank. They’d also acquired a ten year old free-lander, bought for cash of course, and it was subtle enough to blend in as a lot of the locals seemed to drive them too.

But whilst everything seemed to go according to plan and was, when all was said and done, fairly easy, Steve was struggling. He was antsy from the lack of action, and from a purely carnal point of view was missing the fact he could slam his wife up against any surface he wanted to and not worry about them being caught. He hated the fact their room was right next to Sam’s, concerned with the amount of noise they might make after Bucky’s jibe about the hotel rooms and it wasn’t long before Katie noticed a dramatic shift in his attitude towards her. He became less tactile, less handsy and their love life dwindled somewhat, leaving her slightly cranky to say the least but she manged to keep a lid on it for the most part.

Unlike Steve.

The morning of their first wedding anniversary, Katie woke alone, her husband was no-where to be found. After laying, looking at his empty side of the bed for a moment she blinked back tears of frustration and headed for a before she wandered downstairs into the kitchen to be greeted by Sam and Wanda both sat at the table.

"Steve gone for a run?" she asked, after greeting them both good morning.

"Yeah, I offered to go but he wanted to go on his own," Sam said, shrugging “Didn’t want to keep pace."

Katie poured herself a coffee and sat down, taking a deep breath. “Is everything ok?” Wanda asked, looking at Katie “You’ve both been a little tetchy recently. Granted you haven’t been as bad as him, but...” “Yeah, you guys not err…getting enough?” Sam quipped, earning himself a slap round the back of the head from Wanda, the younger woman giving him a glare.

“Fuck off Wilson.” Katie rolled her eyes.

“I’m just saying…”

“Well don’t” she sighed, taking a sip of her coffee then swiping a piece of toast off his plate.

“Look, we know it’s your anniversary today.” Wanda looked at her. “You got anything planned?” “Not really possible.” Katie shrugged “Thought I might try and convince him to take a walk later, just the two of us but…”

“Well,” Sam said, looking at Wanda then over to Katie, “we thought we might head into town for the evening, hit a few bars. Give you two a bit of space.” Wanda nodded, eagerly. “You have to do something, even if it’s just cooking a meal and having a bit of you time.” Katie pondered this for a moment and found herself smiling “Actually, that’s not a bad idea. I can go to the store later.” her spirits raised a a little as she started planning a menu out in her head.

She was cut off when the security system clicked and Steve walked through the door of the kitchen that led to the grounds, the door shutting behind him, the keypad beeping as he typed in the code to lock everything down.

“Hey.” she looked up at him. His face was tired but nevertheless he smiled and dropped a soft kiss to her head.

“Happy Anniversary.” he whispered, and she smiled up at him, understanding his gesture to also be an apology of sorts.

“Back at ya Soldier.” she swallowed back her tears, “You want breakfast?” “I’ll shower first.” he nodded to Sam and Wanda before pausing, and stealing the last piece of toast off Sam’s plate.

“Not cool man!” Sam groaned, “That was the last of the bread.” Steve simply shrugged at Sam’s protest, before he headed down the hallway to go and freshen up. Katie watched him go before she turned to Wanda.

“Fancy coming with me?”

She nodded “Sure.”

***** When Steve came back to the kitchen half an hour or so later he was surprised to find the girls gone.

“Store.” Sam supplied as he was flicking through the television in the lounge, settling on a British Chat Show called ‘This Morning’, easy, daytime TV that didn’t require thinking about. Steve made himself a coffee before he sat down next to his friend with a sigh.

“So, first anniversary.” Sam spoke, not looking at him. “Be this isn’t what you thought you’d be doing?” “You can say that again.” Steve mumbled. Just twelve months ago at that exact time he’d been bustling about his apartment on the compound in a fluster getting ready. It had, without a doubt, been the happiest day of his life. But this was not how he wanted their first wedding anniversary to go down. He’d always planned a nice getaway, somewhere warm, but that wasn’t an option. Certainly not yet. Even though he doubted they would be recognised, his stubble was now well on it’s way to being a fairly decent beard, he didn’t want to risk it by drawing attention to them being in a busy, touristy place.

“Me and Wanda are clearing out later.” Sam’s eyes remained on the TV, “Give you two a bit of alone time.” “You don’t have to-“ Steve started but Sam cut him off with a snort.

“You need to make some lovin’ on your girl.” he turned to the soldier who felt a flush rise up his neck. “Because we know you ain’t been getting enough, you’ve been a bad tempered bastard for weeks.”

“I have not.” Steve shot back indignantly, causing Sam to raise his eyebrows. Steve let out a sigh, knowing he was well and truly busted.

“Look, if you two ever need some space, all ya gotta do is ask.” Sam said sincerely, looking at Steve. “Couples need that time, hell my folks used to ship us off to uncles and aunties once a week just to get some time to themselves. This is bound to be stressful for you both.”

“I doubt it’s easy on you two either.” Steve looked at him and Sam shrugged, before he smirked.

“Difference is if I wanna get laid I’ll just head into town. There’ll be some sap out there that likes George Fletcher the Geologist from Georgia…”

“You’re terrible you know that?” Steve smirked at him over his coffee mug.

Sam simply smiled back. “You get her anything?”

“Yeah.” Steve nodded “We agreed months ago on something paper themed, you know, on account of the anniversary being paper. I had planned to get the lyrics to our wedding song printed and do a sketch of one of our photos to hang up in our apartment but that kinda went out of the window.” “So what did you get?” “A book.” Steve let out a breath “I spotted it in the second hand shop in town last time we did a flyer. It’s a leather-bound complete works of Shakespeare but it was published the year she was born and has all these handwritten notes in it from someone. Just the kind of thing she’ll like. And a couple of albums of sheet music, I know she’s missing hers back home and she hasn’t been playing the piano as much as I thought she would…”

“Cool man, she’ll love it.” Sam smiled encouragingly “I hope so Sam.” he sighed, leaning back against the couch cushions, scratching at his chin “I hope so.” *****

True to their word Sam and Wanda headed out just after 5pm, leaving Katie and Steve alone. As Katie bustled around in the kitchen, Steve couldn’t help but watch his wife as she cooked, a small smile playing on his face. And then, realising they were truly alone for the first time in months he placed his beer down on the side and crossed the small room, wrapping his arms around her from behind and dropping his chin to her shoulder, nuzzling at her neck. She smiled at his display of affection, something she’d been aching for and as the scruff of his almost-beard scratched at her skin she gave a soft sigh.

“You ok?” she asked.

“Yeah.” he said, before he shook his head “No. Not really. Doll, I’m sorry.” “What for?” she frowned, turning in his arms so she could look at him.

“For being so distant. You don’t deserve this.” he sighed. “After the accords, when the dust settled we were supposed to have a normal life, a simple life. I can’t even give you that."

"It's a good thing you're cute because at times you’re incredibly stupid," she said making him breathe a laugh. “Steve we’re here, together after everything. I made that vow, until death do us part and I mean it. I love you" she finished simply, shrugging. “So stop wasting time worrying about it. You're stuck with me, Captain Badass."

Steve looked back at her, before he gave her a small smile.

"Now I know this probably isn’t what either of us had in mind, but we’re on our own, I’ve got a pretty large batch of Mac and Cheese, and an apple pie in the oven, a steak ready to grill so let’s just try and enjoy it?”

“You made mac and cheese?” his face creased into a boyish smile “And apple pie? What happened to not baking pies unless it’s Autumn?” “Well it’s September tomorrow.” she shrugged “and I thought it might cheer you up.”

"Sorry." He half grimaced, half smiled apologetically back at her. "I know I haven't been the easiest to be around lately ─"

"Stop apologizing." she interrupted him again.

He studied her for a second before he leaned down to give her a soft kiss. “I love you.” “I know.” she said, her hands sliding down to his chest and she gave him a quick pat before playfully shoving him away “Now scoot, unless you want me to burn dinner. Go set the table.” Knowing better than to refuse he did as he was told and it wasn’t long before they were settled down and eating. They talked about everything and anything, drank wine, and to the pair of them they could almost have been sat in their dining room at the compound. They laughed, they joked, they poked fun at one another. It felt normal. Once they had finished eating they cleared their dishes, Steve grabbed another bottle of wine and they headed to the couch to find something to watch on TV.

“I got you something.” Katie said when Steve dropped the wine onto the coffee table and she gestured to the small giftbag by the bottle.

“Oh, me too. Hang on.” he said, bounding up the stairs to retrieve his gift. As he returned, she eyed the 2 wrapped items with playful suspicion as he handed them to her. One was really heavy. She passed the gift bag containing his to him and he peeked inside, and they shared a childish grin with one another before they set about opening their presents.

“Oh Steve.” she breathed out as she gently ran her hands over the leather of the anthology he had bought her. Flicking through she spotted all the notes that someone had written in the margins. They consisted of opinions on the plays, themes, characterisation plots, all the type of thing she had studied at University and she found it fascinating to read other people’s interpretations.

“I thought you might like it.” he smiled as she beamed at him, before she let out another sigh of happiness when she opened the two sheet music books as they would give her something else to play other than the stuff she knew from memory.

And her gift to Steve was equally as thoughtful. He positively beamed when he opened the new blank sketch books, pencils, wax crayons and charcoals. All of his art supplies had been left behind and he’d been dying to get some more.

“Well, the sketchbook is paper.” she explained softly “And I know it relaxes you to draw.” “Doll, it’s perfect” he said, dropping a kiss to her lips. “Thank you.”

“So, what film do you wanna watch?” She asked, moving for the remote but he had no intention of watching a film. Not now. He had other ideas. He gently grabbed her wrist and she looked at him.

“Right now Mrs Rogers,” he said, turning to her and her eyes widened when she saw his pupils dilating with unmistakable desire, “I’d really like to carry you upstairs and take you to bed.”

Katie grinned “Well that can be arranged, but there’s something I wanna do first.”

He looked at her, puzzled for a moment but when she tapped on her phone and the opening sounds of ‘Only One in Colour’ sounded over the speakers he laughed and stood up, offering her his hand.

“May I have this dance?” he quipped, arching an eyebrow at her.

“Always.” she smiled, allowing him to pull her up.

They moved to the back of the couch where there was more room and he took her in a hold and they simply stayed close, swaying to the music, both of them thinking back to their first dance as a married couple twelve months ago. Katie pressed her cheek to Steve’s chest and he in turn rest his chin on the top of her head, revelling in her closeness. He heard her let out a soft sigh, but this one was contentment and he gently moved to look down at her. For a moment Katie felt her breath catch, he was looking at her with nothing but unadulterated desire and love, the same way he had on their wedding day and before the song had even finished he’d captured her lips in a soft kiss, his hands moving to cradle her face. Hers fisted in his white T-shirt and it wasn’t long before the kiss had deepened causing a moan to catch in Steve’s throat. Without a word he pulled back and scooped her up in his arms, bridal style, causing her to giggle, a sound he would never tire of, and quick as a flash he carried her up the stairs and into the bedroom. He set her on her feet but before he had time to do anything she’d shoved him backwards, catching him off guard slightly causing him to sit down harshly on the bed and he let out a smirk as she straddled him before she kissed him again and he was happy to reciprocate exactly how he knew she liked, firm and gentle, passionate and caring all at once. Katie gently bit his lower lip drawing another groan from his throat as he rest his head against hers, his hands gently gipping her hip.

“You know,” she said drawing back slightly to cup his face in her fingertips “I really do like kissing you with this.” she traced her hand across the short beard on his face. She also liked looking at him with it too because, coupled with the fact his hair was also getting slightly longer too it gave him a rugged, harder, rougher look taking him farther and farther away from the Blue-Eyed all American boy day by day.

"I’m getting used to it.” he murmured pressing a soft kiss to her mouth before his head dropped, small kisses trailing up the length of her neck, that precious stubble creating an amazing contrast to the softness of his mouth.

“Yeah, me too.” she said, her eyes closed as she rolled her head back, giving him access to more of her neck, a soft sigh escaping her lips. He smiled slightly, happy to oblige and just take his god damned time loving his wife. Eventually his lips made their way up her jaw and then she sat up slightly, grasping at the hem of his T-shirt. He moved to allow her to take it off and then his fingers made short work of the sleeveless button down she had been wearing, shrugging it down over her shoulders before he peppered more kisses across her collar bone and down her sternum as he reached round to undo her bra. Gently, he lay her flat down on the bed, taking a nipple in his mouth, this time drawling a loud groan from her as her hips bucked involuntarily upwards at the sensations spiking through her body.

God it really had been far too long since he’d lavished attention on her like this and Steve made a mental not to tell Sam and Wanda to ‘take a walk’ a lot more often. It was almost two months now since they had last been intimate and, his body was aching for her, desperate to feel her and from the noises she was making she felt the same. His lips made their way down, nose and beard skimming along the waistband of her jeans before he undid them, sliding them down with her underwear as he shed his own too before he crawled back over her.

Katie pushed on his shoulders slightly so she could roll him over and placed herself on top of him, brushing her lips across the hairs on his face tracing a path across from one side of his jawline to the other drawing a gentle moan from his lips, hands flexing on her hips as she shifted slightly to start taking him in. Her mouth dropped into a small ‘o’ as they both groaned as she slid down him, her hands falling to his chest and once he was fully seated in her, she began to work him gently. His hands slid up into her hair, as she leaned forward to kiss him and he raised his hips slightly and she whimpered, pushing down harder against him as his hands gently kneaded at her breasts. Her pace was slow, torturously so, but it wasn’t long before she began to move faster, working him harder as she chased her relief. The roughness of his pubic hair was grinding against her spot, the friction feeling amazing as she pushed down. With every push she made, his eyes grew darker, and darker, his hands digging into her hips as he pulled her down, grinding further and deeper.

He sat up suddenly, so they were face to face, the change of angle making her cry out, as he slid his hands round her back, pulling her closer to him as he bent to kiss her neck, biting at that spot whilst he held her still for a moment, gently thrusting upwards, deeply, slowly, savouring the moment. Katie rolled her head back, a louder cry this time tumbling from her lips and he felt her tighten around him, and he let out a groan of his own.

“Good?” he whispered, smiling as she managed a broken noise of affirmation, as he pulled her to him harder, hands back on her hips as his rutting picked up speed.

“Stevie…” she mumbled, her eyes locking onto his as her hands slid up his back and fisted into his hair. A few more pushes later and they were both done for, her name escaping from his lips as her walls collapsed completely, and she let out a soft cry as she fell forward burying her face in his neck. He was close behind, letting out a gentle moan, his beard rustling against her ear as he jerked underneath her, clinging onto her as if he never wanted to let her go. And at that moment he didn’t.

After a minute or so he leaned back, his breathing deep as he brushed her hair back off her face before sliding his nose against hers. “Happy Anniversary kitten.” *******

Steve thought the fall in New York was gorgeous but that was nothing to what it was like where they were. He was feeling a lot more positive about things as well, as post their anniversary, he and Katie had made a pact that they would do something alone together at least once a week, be it a walk along the cliff the beach, or straying into town to one of the local restaurants. His hair and beard now rendered him pretty much unrecognisable now and they never got a second glance at all.

Being on the run shouldn’t have been this easy, and they were constantly on edge, waiting for the time they had to split and run, but whilst they could, they made the most of it.

Steve’s favourite ‘date’, if you could them that, was the walk they took in the pitch black to see the Northern Lights late one evening. Katie had been utterly captivated by the beauty of the Aurora Borealis and Steve had to admit, it was spectacular. Committing it to memory was easy, and a few days later Katie wasn’t surprised to find a perfect replica of them his sketch book.

Thanksgiving came, then Christmas, the four friends making it as festive as possible. They got a tree, shared gifts, enjoyed a Christmas Meal, and after several drinks each Steve wheeled the piano into the living room where Sam and Katie gave a rousing rendition of ‘Fairy Tale of New York’ along with a few other Christmas songs. It was different, but that didn’t make it any less enjoyable.

And then, in March 2017, they had a call from T’Challa. They were ready to bring Bucky out of cryo. Katie and Steve instantly set about making the arrangements to go to Wakanda, but it turns out they weren’t the only ones planning on taking a little trip…

“There’s something I wanted to discuss with you all.” Wanda said, the morning they were due to depart. “Please don't freak out, but I talked to Vision last night."

"What?" Katie’s voice was quiet as she merely looked back at the younger woman, her face passive.

Meanwhile, both Steve and Sam's eyebrows shot up in their foreheads.

"Hold on, what do you mean you talked to Vision?” Steve asked. “How? Where?"

"This is going to sound really weird, but I saw him in my dreams," Wanda carried on with her explanation.

"How do you know that wasn't just a dream?" Sam asked.

"Because it wasn't," Wanda shrugged "I don't know how to explain it, but I know it was him and I know it was real. I think we are connected somehow, because of the Mind Stone and because I was thinking about him before I went to sleep, it made some kind of telepathy possible.”

Steve pondered it for a second, thinking to himself how ridiculous that sounded until he realised they were talking about an enhanced human who had gained certain telepathic and telekinetic powers due to experimentation with the Mind Stone and an android that now carried within his synthetic, vibranium-mesh body said gem.

When you put it like that it seemed fairly logical.

"Okay. What did you talk about?" Katie asked after a moment.

"Just stuff, how I was, how much we, you know, miss one another" Wanda bit her lip. "We talked about actually meeting in person in a few days."

"Okay, hold on," Sam said, furrowing his forehead and holding one of his hands up. "How do we know this is not a trap? Like, I don't know, Tony getting Vision to talk to you to get us back into the Raft?"

As soon as Sam said it Katie shook her head. Tony could sometimes be a jackass and he may have been hurt and mad at her and Steve, but she knew despite his stinging barb in Siberia, he wouldn’t want them all thrown in jail.

"He wouldn't do that," she said.

“How do you know?” Sam pressed.

“Because Tony has way better tech than us, and there's no accounting for what Vision can do with that Mind Stone.” Steve looked at him. This was something he had been pondering on for a while now too “If anyone can find us, it's them, yet we’re almost 10 months down the line now since Leipzig and so far, there's no sign of any one, so Tony’s either no longer working with Ross, or if he is, he's dragging his feet deliberately.”

"Exactly," Wanda nodded emphatically. "And Vision would never do anything to hurt me, not intentionally. I trust him with my life, but it's more than that."

Taking a deep breath, his mind made up, Steve turned to Wanda “You’re not a prisoner here Wanda. If you want to go then we can’t and we won’t stop you.”

“Do you want to go?” Katie looked at the younger woman who was wringing her hands together.

“I do but, well, I kinda feel like I’m fraternizing with the enemy.”

“He’s not the enemy. None of them are. Not Vision or Rhodey, Not Tony, none of them.” Steve ran his hand through his hair, sweeping the long strands back off his face. “We all wanted the same thing, to do good in this world but we disagreed on how best to make it happen. Doesn’t make us enemies.”

“But we’re on the run because…”

“This was always going to happen.” Katie cut her off, shaking her head “Ever since SHIELD collapsed and Fury stepped away there was a power vacuum. It was only a matter of time before the Government tried to step in to oversee us.”

“And let’s face it, I was always going to be considered a rogue threat the moment I refused to comply” Steve said, a wry smile on his face. “We all were.”

“Just be careful.” Katie looked at Wanda. “And whilst we’re away just make sure you check in once in a while? And the first sign of trouble, well, let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”

“Well if Wanda’s being granted shore leave so to speak, I might take a bit of time too.” Sam chipped in as the idea came to him. “There’s an old RAF pal of mine, based in Bracknell near London I aint seen in a while. He’s cool,” he anticipated the next question, “I saved his life on a mission so he won’t sell me out.” Steve took a deep breath and then shrugged “You know the risks, Sam. If any of us get caught then…” “Back to the Pokey.” Sam shrugged “Yeah, I got it. And don’t worry, I wouldn’t rat your location out.”

“Me neither.” Wanda added.

“I suppose, to be fair,” Katie bit her lip, “we’ve been here for a long time now. It won’t harm us to disappear for a while, regroup in a few weeks. And we’ll draw even less attention apart as they won’t be expecting it.” And so, for the first time in 10 months, the four went their separate ways. ****** True to his word Steve was there when they woke Bucky up. Once he had come round the two greeted one another with the same love and affection they always did. Suri’s scans showed that the programming was no longer present in Bucky’s brain, but there was one last thing they had to do to make sure.

Say the trigger words.

Which was why Katie, Steve, a one armed Bucky and T’Challa were now heading to the underground fort of the palace. Steve in his combat suit, Katie in her cat suit clutching a rifle and T’Challa in his black panther garb, two members of his Kings Guard guard following behind.

As they were about to enter the underground cell, Bucky grabbed Katie’s arm and pulled her to one side.

“What the hell Bucky?” she almost yelped, and he let go of her arm and held his finger to his lips.

“Listen, Doll, I got a favour to ask. If this hasn’t worked…” he took a deep breath “I want you to end it.”

“End what?” she arched an eyebrow at him. “Me.” he said simply “Steve’s said you’re a good shot. I want you to put a bullet in my head.” Katie looked at him, and then burst out laughing “Whatever.” “I’m being deadly serious.” he looked at her. “I can’t and I don’t want to live like that anymore.” he shook his head sadly “I’d rather die that know that what they’ve done is still in there.” “Bucky,” she frowned, “you’d be safe here, you know that, no one would trigger you.” “No, we don’t know that.” he said earnestly, “Please Katie, I’m begging you. You owe me, remember?” “So you save my life and you want me to take yours?” “Yeah.” he nodded, “Pretty much.”

“You’re an asshole James Buchanan Barnes” she hissed, glaring at him before shooting a glance over his shoulder at where Steve was stood, talking to T’Challa. She shook her head sadly. “I can’t.”

“Listen, I’m asking you because I trust you to do it.” he said, looking over his shoulder to where she had been watching Steve. He was now stood observing the pair of them and they both smiled at him. Katie took a deep breath, looking into Bucky’s steel blue eyes and gave a sigh. She knew how hard this was on him and she could fully understand where he was coming from but still, asking her to do it, especially when she knew Steve would be besides himself made her feel sick.

“I’ve written Steve a letter.” Bucky said quickly, as the Super Soldier was now making his way over. “It explains what I’ve asked you to do. So please, give me your word.”

She looked at him, swallowing, and gave him a small nod before her eyes flicked to Steve as he approached, a frown on his face.

“You two alright?” he asked.

“Yeah, Katie was just asking me how I was really feeling.” Bucky looked at his friend.

Katie shrugged and smiled at Steve in what she hoped as a convincing way “Wanted to make sure he was alright, that’s all.”

Steve studied her for a moment, and she smiled again before he turned to Bucky. “It’s gonna be ok.” Steve assured his friend, clapping him on his shoulder, shooting another glance at his wife who was nervously chewing her lip. He frowned again, but pushed the suspicion to the back of his mind and then nodded. “Come on.” “Yeah, let’s get this over with.” Bucky mumbled.

Steve and T’Challa stepped into the room which was sealed whilst Katie took up her position on the other side of the one way glass with Suri who pressed the microphone to talk into the room.

““I don’t know why you are all worrying, brother, it is like you do not trust me…” the young woman scoffed. “Take no chances Sister.” T’Challa shot back. “You know this”.

Suri made a noise in her throat and then spoke again “Ok, I’m ready when you are.” She held the red book in her hand that they had recovered from Zumo. T’Challa engaged his helmet whilst Steve stood stoic as ever, throwing a glance over his shoulder to the glass he knew his wife was stood at the other side of.

“Ready Buck?” he asked turning back. His friend nodded, taking a deep breath.

T’Challa signalled to Suri who, after a little hesitation, began to read, each word punctuated by a pause.

"Longing, Rusted, Seventeen, Daybreak, Furnace…”

Katie watched intently and saw Bucky was clenching his teeth and suddenly she started to get a little bit nervous. She wasn’t the only one that had spotted it either. Steve moved slightly, adopting a little more of a battle stance than he had been as he clocked his friends reaction.

“ Nine, Benign, Homecoming, One, Freight Car"

The last words hit Steve like a truck. It was depraved that Hydra would use those words. Bucky had plunged from a train car to his supposed death. There was no randomness to that at all, unlike the seemingly obscure nature of the rest of the words, nor was it any accident it was the last trigger they would use. There were the final words because they signified the death of Bucky and the birth of the killer Winter Soldier.

Sick bastards.

Bucky’s chest was heaving, his fist was clenching, and for a split second Steve feared the worse. But when his friend looked up, he saw the blue eyes of Bucky Barnes looking back at him, and not the icy glare of the Winter Soldier.

“Buck?” he asked gently, his voice cracking slightly. Bucky looked at him, a single tear falling down his cheek.

“Nothing.” he said, and Katie let out a soft sigh of relief, her hands sliding down her face to cover her mouth. “Nothing.”

T’Challa threw a party of sorts that night which consisted of a bar crawl through the city. Katie and Bucky dubbed it a “Fuck Hydra” party much to Steve’s chagrin. But he couldn’t bring himself to care that much, as at the end of the day, if anyone had as much right to stick their middle fingers up to Hydra it was them. There was still something troubling him though, so when T’Challa left the bar they were sat at for a few moments, he turned to Bucky and asked him outright what had been going on with him and Katie outside the cell before. Bucky hesitated before he hung his head slightly and peered up at Steve from where he was sat next to him, a tumbler of some kind of Wakandan alcohol in his hand.

“I asked her to kill me.” Bucky admitted, swilling the liquid round in the glass “If it hadn’t worked I asked her to put a bullet in my head. She didn’t want to but I told her she owed me.” Steve felt himself blanche “You did what?” “You don’t know what it’s like.” Bucky shook his head “Living with the fact that at any time someone could mutter a string of words and…” he shot back the alcohol and slid his empty glass back to the Bar Tender to top up. “I didn’t want to live like.”

”You put that on her?” Steve’s eyes flashed with anger, “Damnit Buck, you should have asked me!”

“Would you have done it?” Bucky countered, Steve took a big sigh, knowing he was caught “Exactly.” Bucky scoffed “And besides, you’re the one that said she was a dead shot.”

Bucky eyed his friend for a while before he slid his empty glass to the man behind the bar, gesturing for another top up. “Anyway, it’s irrelevant now because here I am.” he smirked

Steve nodded and reached over his glass, smiling “Yeah, here you are.” T’Challa chose that point to come back and he settled at the bar next to Steve.

“So, Sergeant Barnes, we’ll have to see about getting you some permanent lodgings.” he smiled “Maybe a private hut. There is a quiet tribe, not far from the river, unless you would prefer a post in my Kings Guard.” “I’m done fighting” Bucky shook his head as he took another drink from his glass. “Certainly for the time being anyway. A hut sounds mighty fine. Maybe I can get some goats.” “Goats?” Steve looked at him.

“I like Goats.” Bucky shrugged “Do you remember the one in the petting zoo near School?” “Yeah, it set my asthma off” Steve snorted before the pair of them descended into laughter.

Across the bar Katie was stood with Suri and one of T’Challa’s personal guards, Okoye. She instantly warmed to Okoye, the woman reminding her a lot of Natasha. They stood chatting for a while before a loud roll of laughter caught their attention and they turned to see T’Challa, Bucky and Steve howling at something, as T’Challa gestured for the bar tender to top up their glasses whilst Okoye excused herself to head over to speak to her husband.

“Oh they’ve broken out the Wakandan Spice” Suri muttered, eyeing up the men.

“What’s that?” Katie asked.

“The only thing that gets my brother drunk!” she snorted “That stuff could knock out a rhino.”

“So it should have an effect on Super Soldiers?” Katie grinned. Drunk Steve was one of her favourite Steves.

“Let’s go find out!” Suri nodded, a cheeky grin on her face. They made their way over and Katie could see instantly the woman was right. Steve had a glazed look in his eyes and Bucky was leaning back in his chair, a pink tinge to his cheeks.

“Hey beautiful” Steve smiled up at Katie, pulling her into his lap, his hand trailed up and down her spine, lazily. "Where you been all evening?”

“About 10 meters away over there.” she smirked, pointing. Suri was reaching over to steal a bit of the liquor from Bucky’s glass and T’Challa slapped her hand. “You are not even old enough to drink.” he glared at her.

“Tssk hush brother. Just because you are now well into your 30s. You always seem to be so bitter about me being much younger than you.” At that Bucky barked out a laugh.

“Don’t know what you’re snorting at old man.” Katie glanced at him and he quirked an eyebrow at her.

"Not exactly a comment I'd expect from someone who’s married to a 100-year-old man."

"98” Steve corrected.

Katie leaned back in her husband's lap to peer at him, her right hand running through his hair. "Doesn't look a day over twenty nine," she grinned.

“Hey brother, why doesn’t your power stop your ageing?” Suri quipped.

“Shut up.” T’Challa said. “Before I carry you back to the palace”

As the two siblings began to quibble, Katie glanced at Steve. “Been talking about the good old days?” “In a fashion.” Steve smirked.

“Anymore good tales of your misspent youth to tell me?” Bucky shook his head. “Sure Steve’s told you enough already.”

"I never told her about the time you set up a double date for us and then forgot to show up." Steve looked at him, his arms tightening around his wife.

"That never happened." Bucky shook his head.

"It absolutely happened. Caroline O’Hara and Deborah Smith"

Bucky’s eyes widened. “Oh shit, yeah. Brunette and a red head. A curly red head.” he grinned.

“Yup. Double date to the theatre, only you never showed up.” Steve looked at him, accusingly “And little old me was left to explain to Debbie why you had stood her up."

Bucky smirked into his glass.

"I thought she was gonna kill me," Steve mused, turning to look at Katie. “She kept hitting me with her purse. And then Caroline started, asking where the hell he was and why he thought it fit to stand up her best friend and fix her up with some kind of joke.”

Katie frowned, narrowing her eyes. "You weren’t a joke."

"Thanks baby." he grinned before he turned to fix Bucky with a glare “And do you remember why you didn’t show up?” Bucky was now shaking with mirth, as he looked at Steve, his eyes bright with tears of laughter “Go on, tell her Buck.”

"I was with Maggie Dougherty.” he smirked

“Yeah, you were.” Steve pointed at him, “That was the night you got caught sneaking out of her room and down her fire escape by her dad who beat the crap out of you.”

“Worth it though.” Bucky snorted “She was hot. Brunette waves, pretty face, nice ass.” “Yeah.” Steve nodded and Katie slapped the back of his head.

“Oww!” he looked at her as she glared at him. Grinning he reached up to give her a soft kiss “Not a patch on you though, pretty girl..”

After another hour or so Katie left them to it, heading back to the palace with Suri. She’d had enough, the alcohol she had drunk had lulled her into that happy place here she felt warm and fuzzy inside, and ready for bed.

Unfortunately, Steve woke her up when he came crashing into the room a few hours later.

“Shit.” he mumbled, as he banged into the chair by the dresser. “Shhhh” he said, to no one but himself. He staggered over to the bed before face planting straight down.

Katie grinned as he peeked up at her.

“I’m drunk.” he told her, because he had to explain or she wouldn’t know, right?

“No shit Sherlock.” she giggled and scrambled out of the duvet “Ok Captain Badass, let’s get you in bed.” “Promises, promises.” he said wriggling his eyebrow, eyeing her up and down as she leaned over, flashing him a glimpse down the top she was wearing to bed.

“Yeah, not a chance pal. I doubt very much you’d be of any use in this state.”

“Hey.” he pouted rolling over so he was on his back, watching her as she climbed over the bed “Why are you not wearing one of my T’shirts?”

“I dunno.” she said, dropping to the floor to take off his suede boots. “Just put this on.”

“I like you in my shirts.I like you better out of them.” he grinned, grabbing hold of her as she stood up.

“How much have you had?” she laughed as he pulled her onto his lap, nuzzling into her neck.

“Enuff.” he spoke back, voice muffled. “You know you’re the prettiest gal in the whole world?” He peeked up at her and she had to laugh as she ruffled his hair.

“Arms up.”

“I like it when you undress me” he grinned, and she rolled her eyes.

Eventually she managed to tug off his shirt and his jeans whilst he made some other reference to sex, before he pulled her back down onto the bed next to him, giggling like a school kid.

“Bucky told me.” He slurred.

“Told you what?”

“That he asked you to shoot him.” Steve hiccupped “But I’m glad you didn’t have to.”

Katie chuckled to herself “Me too baby.” “And now he’s all better.” Steve sighed, “Good isn’t it?” “It’s awesome.” she smiled, reaching up to bush his hair off his face. “You’re gonna be so hungover tomorrow.” He responded with shrug. “I do love you. So much.”

“I know and I love you too.” she said, “Now you gonna get into bed?”

He pushed himself up before beginning a monumental fight with the duvet to get underneath it, the whole thing a great source of amusement to Katie. She’d seen him tipsy from the Asgardian stuff Thor gave him before, but not flat out shit faced like this.

“Are you gonna puke?” she asked, stroking his head as he sighed, nuzzling into his pillow.

“No.” he said, shaking his head. Then a pause before he hiccupped slightly “But I think I need water.” “Alright, wait there.” Katie climbed out of bed. She grabbed him a bottle from the mini fridge near the door but by the time she had turned back, Steve had his face buried into his pillow and made nothing more than a noise when she offered it to him, not looking up. Deciding she couldn’t be bothered to argue with him, she gently placed the bottle on the night stand next to him, and ran her hand through his hair one more time before she crossed to her side of the bed and settled down with him.

“Night soldier.” she said softly, kissing his cheek.

“Night princess.” he slurred into his pillow.

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butcanijustnot · 5 years ago

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What Your Marvel OTP Says About You - Pt.2

This is SATIRE and awful attempts at comedy and almost all of them are jokes. You’re entitled to your own ships and options and I sincerely hope nobody finds these offensive.

This is mostly the more obscure ships, as well as some ships that I stupidly forgot and the ships that people sent me.

Part 1 is here

Clint x Nat:

There are none. Endgame killed them all. Rest in peace, you proud fallen soldiers.

Clint x Bucky:

The mutual trauma ship.

Carol x Bucky:

If Bucky’s going to go after a super-powered army dumbass, he might as well go after a super-powered army dumbass who deserves him.

Carol x Loki:

You’ve watched Kong: Skull Island.

Ororo x T’Challa:

You’ve read the comics and are disappointed by everything Marvel has tried to hand you since.

Carol x Fury:

You know what they say, fuck your heroes. (No?)

Tony x Quill:

The mutual daddy issues ship.

Shuri x Everett:

GROSS

Shuri x Tony:

STOP

Shuri x Erik:

SHE IS A CHILD

Shuri x T’Challa:

I’ll cry. Seriously, I’ll do it. Please. Stop.

Clint x Loki:

Didn’t he mind control him and irreversibly scar him mentally? Trauma, you guys!?!

Hope x Scott:

Scott’s pure puppy-dog admiration for Hope is only rivalled by your own.

Clint x Steve:

You just want good things for Clint and honestly, who doesn’t?

Clint x Sam:

You love bird puns.

Nebula x Rhodey:

You took one scene in Endgame and ran with it and honestly same.

Starlord x Gamora:

The fact that the daddy issues in this relationship aren’t coming from the woman whose father tried (and succeeded) to kill half of the universe is nuts, but apart from that it’s a fine ship.

Steve x Coulson:

You know what they say, fuck your heroes. (No??)

Carol x Maria:

You just want Lesbians in Marvel, is that really too much to ask?

Peter x Mantis:

Sorry, I just imagined ‘Please, put your eggs in me’ and I had to go throw up. I’m back now, and if I have to suffer, so do you.

Thor x Phil Coulson:

You never moved past phase one. How’s that blissful denial going?

Tony x Thanos:

While I applaud your dedication to chiselled jawlines, this ship makes me want to tear my own eyes out.

Natasha x Phil Coulson:

This ship has the best name (Black Tie) and other than that is generally forgettable.

Clint x Pietro:

How would Pietro even deal with the fact that his partner has a BABY named after him?

T'Challa x M'Baku:

You like the idea of gay T’Challa but you aren’t okay with incest.

Rhodey x Sam:

*Announcer voice* And here’s Marvel proving that they can write a traumatic friendship well and are just choosing not to.

~BONUS ROUND~

~OT3′s~

Natasha x Pepper x Tony

Hey, does anyone remember Iron Man 2? *fan screaming*

Sam x Bucky x Steve

You ship Chris x Sebastian x Anthony

Chris x Sebastian x Anthony

You ship Sam x Bucky x Steve

Tony x Pepper x Steve

~It’s just me and you, and you and me, just us AND YOUR FRIEND STEVE DODODODO DODODO STEVE~

Tony x Steve x Bruce

You guys thought of the witty pun name (Stark Spangled Banner) and then went from there.

Thor x Tony x Steve

You knew that scene in Avengers radiated big gay sexual tension.

Wanda x Natasha x Okoye

You know that scene in Infinity War radiated big lesbian sexual tension.

Bucky x Tony x T'Challa

There’s so much fucking trauma here. Guys. GUYS. Guys.

Bucky x Steve x Peggy

Does anyone remember Captain America: The First Avenger? *Fan screaming*

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agecfmiracles-archive2 · 6 years ago

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LIGHTS! CAMERA! ACTION!

This server is set in an alternate universe where the Avengers as we know them are actors, playing superheroes on The Avengers, the most popular primetime TV show in the world. The Avengers has been running for four seasons and over a hundred episodes. Every episode is the source of spirited discussion across all social media, and the main cast can barely step outside their own homes without being bombarded with adoring fans who all want to know the same thing: What happens in Season Five?

Season five starts production tomorrow. After a short spring break, the cast and crew are reuniting for the season’s first table read. Bad blood, professional rivalries, behind-the-scenes romances, and much more are about to be reignited by the time the set lights come up. There are prima donnas who harass costume designers into tears, lighting technicians who always end up fist fighting between takes, a long-suffering rotation of directors, producers, and writers who have to put up with the cast’s demands, and the craft services workers who just want to get Tony Stark’s latte order right.

Will the cast and crew make it to season six, or will America’s beloved superhero drama the shark?

THE PRIMARY CAST:

Tony Stark as Iron Man

Steve Rogers as Captain America

Bruce Banner as the Hulk

Thor Odinson as the God of Thunder

Natasha Romanoff as Black Widow (TAKEN)

Clint Barton as Hawkeye

THE SUPPORTING CAST (SO FAR):

James Barnes as the Winter Soldier

Peter Parker as Spider-Man

Sam Wilson as Falcon

Wanda Maximoff as Scarlet Witch

Pietro Maximoff as Quicksilver

Edwin Jarvis as Vision

Pepper Potts as Rescue

James Rhodes as War Machine

Sharon Carter as Agent 13

THE CREW (SO FAR):

Nick Fury, studio head

Phil Coulson, show runner

Maria Hill, series producer

Janet Van Dyne, lead costume designer (TAKEN)

Other possible server roles are: cast members who wouldn’t have character names such as background extras, any crew positions on this list, or “civilians” such as entertainment reporters, mega-fans of the show, celebrity stalkers, convention organizers, etc.

a few preliminary rules to keep in mind:

You do not have to be mutuals with me or any mod to apply!

No duplicate characters, unless you have the other mun’s okay AND mod approval.

Max of 3 characters per person, but please try to spread those 3 characters out among cast, crew, and citizens.

Mods MUST be alerted before adding new characters; there is no need to apply twice.

Characters can be reserved for up to 2 weeks.

The usual rp stuff, no godmodding, no forced shipping, etc.

THIS SERVER IS PG-13. Please develop ships worthy of Hollywood’s trashiest gossip rags, but keep the smut to the dms.

This server is open to OCs and characters from other marvel universes/franchises/shows! X-Men, Netflix, comics, whatever you can think of, and we’ll find a role for them!

HOW TO APPLY:

Send the following to @agecfmiracles or pearly#9464 on discord!

Name/url:

Character you’re interested in:

OC or canon?:

Role on set:

Link to a short writing sample, unless you’ve written with me or another mod before.

*****If you’re interested in being a server mod, please message me as I’ll need support to run things!

#shut up pearly; ( ooc )#LOVE ME; ( self promo )#ok there it is #be gentle i'm bad at this

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numeronubisexualhawkeye · 6 years ago

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how to tell what year an avengers fic is from

2012-13:

everyone lives in stark tower and has their own floor

lotta au’s (teacher, friends, domestic, hogwarts, hunger games etc)

thor talks like op skimmed through no fear shakespeare

thor REALLY likes pop tarts and coffee

steve never swears

steve doesn’t know what a microwave is

all of natasha’s missions are to seduce men and kill them

if it’s a clintasha fic, the kid’s name is merida or katniss (why did we let this happen)

if it’s a stony fic, it’s peter parker for some inexplicable reason

fury is a big fat meanie

coulson and clint are a thing (how did this happen)

darcy lewis x EVERYBODY

loki talks like op read edgar allan poe while drunk

bruce needs constant supervision

2014:

low key mention of agents of shield happenings

everyone retcons bucky into their 25 chapter long fics through some very interesting plotting

pepper still isn’t there except being mentioned as being tony’s ex who almost got killed

bruce isn’t there either

stucky....so much....stucky

the three people that wrote actually good sam x steve fics

the 190239735 people who ignored sam in place of stucky

clintasha on the decline

coulson/barton fics (again HOW did this become a thing)

natasha and bucky fics

domestic avengers starts phasing out when winter soldier releases

lotta borderline nazi propaganda fics

bucky/rumlow or rumlow/steve abuse fics

clintasha on the rise again after those winter solider set pics (you know the ones)

everyone ignores whatever the hell happened in the dark world

thor is gone but loki isn’t

2015:

fix it fics

that one person who seriously shipped *****nat

that one person who seriously shipped clint*****

that one person who took nat’s infertility seriously

peitro lived, fuck you joss whedon

vision has zero personality (canon)

robot fuckers who took over for like two weeks after AoU came out

people trying (and failing) to write wanda and pietro as jewish

somebody finds out coulson is alive

sam and rhodey are gone with the wind

broken english when wanda has dialogue

2016:

steve and tony were fighting cause they’re bitter exes actually

bucky and tony fighting over steve

sam is magically not there

t’challa gets labeled as an asshole for saying one (1) not nice thing to natasha in the movie

wanda x vision but really low key

age of ultron just didn’t fucking happen

clintasha is obliterated

thor is there but bruce isn’t

everyone who wrote nazi propaganda fics trying to retcon it through some very interesting plotting

tony is peter’s dad now

peter is annoying

2017:

literally just everything from 2016 until ragnarok came out and everyone started writing grandmaster/loki and thor/hulk fics

valkyrie is non existent

2018:

literally just everything from 2016 and 2017

black panther apparently didn’t happen and if it did tony and t’challa are a thing for some fucking reason

fix it fic where loki lives (if y’all don’t let that pale pencil ass bitch DIE)

everyone trying to retcon captain marvel into their fics through some very interesting plotting

2019:

fix it fics

carol x maria but low key

carol x valkyrie but low key

clintasha on the rise again

fix it fics

literally everything from 2012-13 gets recycled

#k.txt #long post #endgame #i'm reading through a fic blog and a lot of these are from like 2012-14 #and wow....we were all on crack huh?

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doctortreklock · 5 years ago

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Place Your Bets - June 15, 2019

Part of my Resolution19. Read it on AO3.

Prompt: Imagine your OTP as teachers at the same school who are always flirting and have their students shipping them without realizing it. (x)

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe

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From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Date: Thursday, August 18, 2011 Subject: New betting pool???

As I'm sure you're aware, Phil Coulson and Clint Barton are both filling in at the Academy this semester, since Barton broke his leg and we all know Coulson's not going anywhere near the field without him. ;-)

They'll both be stuck at hq with no missions for three months, so... SITWELL! When are we going to hear about a new betting pool??? We have to hope that one of these days one or the other of them will finally say something, and I for one would love the opportunity to win my fellow agents' hard-earned cash, so what's it gonna be???

-Jas

From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Date: Thursday, August 18, 2011 Subject: Re: New betting pool???

Really? Let's do this.

From: [email protected] To: [email protected], and 132 others BCC: [email protected] Date: Thursday, August 18, 2011 Subject: The Great Barton-Coulson Pool of 2011

Gather round, gather round,

As you may know, Agents Phil Coulson and Clint Barton will both be stuck at hq for the next three months, since Barton's a klutz who likes to fall off buildings and Coulson lets him. They will both be teaching courses at the Academy. They are also hopelessly gone on each other and engaged in mutually oblivious pining that makes you wonder how anyone let them get above level 5.

This's where you all come in. Some of you (looking at you, Melinda), know how this works. Others of you are practically children. Fifty bucks buys you a day. Winners are determined when May, Fury, or I verify that they have indeed pulled their heads out of their asses and gotten together. If multiple people pick the same day, they split the pot. If no one picks the day, the pot will go to the widow/ers and orphans fund. I keep the book; I keep the money. When the pot gets over 10k, Fury keeps the money. If you tell Barton or Coulson what's going on, all the money goes to the fund and you never get to place a bet in New York again. Capiche?

Let the games begin.

From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Date: Thursday, August 18, 2011 Subject: Re: The Great Barton-Coulson Pool of 2011

May God and Phil Coulson have mercy on your soul.

From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Date: Thursday, August 18, 2011 Subject: Re: The Great Barton-Coulson Pool of 2011

Cheese is going to be furious when he finds out. This is great.

Put me down for Sept 13, Oct 6, Oct 24, Nov 18, Dec 6, and Dec 28.

gemma.fergusson 9/6/2011 10:30 Did you just see that??????

kalani.silva 9/6/2011 10:36 What? The part where C got all misty-eyed about safehouses in Bosnia or the straight-up longing when he was waxing poetic about B’s shot?

gemma.fergusson 9/6/2011 10:37 EXACTLY

gemma.fergusson 9/6/2011 10:37 What day do you think I should get in the pool? Is Saturday too late?

kalani.silva 9/6/2011 10:39 From what Sitwell was saying, it sounds like they’ve been like this for a while. I think mid-March might be a better bet, tbh.

gemma.fergusson 9/6/2011 10:40 >:-p

liana.bennett 9/28/2011 13:12 Is it just me, or is Barton attributing every last minute save to one of Coulson's plans?

balthazar.grey 9/28/2011 13:13 It’s not just you

jeanette.marion 9/28/2011 13:15 Except for Bucharest. That one was apparently just a fluke of the weather.

balthazar.grey 9/28/2011 13:21 "Don't forget to plan ahead. I can't list the number of times Ph--Coulson pulled out Plan Q which turned out to be just what we needed."

balthazar.grey 9/28/2011 13:22 Oh my god, I can't stand this anymore.

charles.miranda 9/28/2011 13:26 If it helps, I made a bingo board. Attachment: B-C_pining_bingo.jpg

liana.bennett 9/28/2011 13:28 Oh my god, Chuck.

liana.bennett 9/28/2011 13:29 "Five name-drops in a row before saying anyone else's name"

liana.bennett 9/28/2011 13:29 "First name slip"

liana.bennett 9/28/2011 13:30 "Mention a mission before the Widow's recruitment that was 'just the two of them'"

liana.bennett 9/28/2011 13:31 "Budapest"

liana.bennett 9/28/2011 13:31 Oh my god this is gold

jeanette.marion 9/28/2011 13:52 Bingo

maribel.thomas 10/21/2011 15:52 Hey, do you want to go for tapas tonight?

kendall.garcia 10/21/2011 15:56 Ugh. Love to, but can't. I spent way too much this month on Sitwell's stupid pool.

maribel.thomas 10/21/2011 15:57 Seriously???

kendall.garcia 10/21/2011 15:58 Yeah... I just... Every time I turned around, they were meeting up after class for dinner or they'd just come coffee. I thought it was a sure thing. :-/

maribel.thomas 10/21/2011 15:59 If I didn't know for a fact that Barton had game, I would have sworn they were both completely incompetent morons who had never so much had a daydream about asking another person out.

kendall.garcia 10/21/2011 16:01 Tell me about it

maribel.thomas 10/21/2011 16:03 So, tapas tonight? My treat

kendall.garcia 10/21/2011 16:04 If you're sure

maribel.thomas 10/21/2011 16:05 C'mon, I gotta prove I've got more game than Coulson somehow.

kendall.garcia 10/21/2011 16:05 It's a date.

From: [email protected] To: [email protected] CC: [email protected] Date: Thursday, November 17, 2011 Subject: "Great Barton-Coulson Pool"

Agent Sitwell,

I would like to place two bets in your pool, known colloquially as the "Barton-Coulson Get-It-On-A-Thon," on behalf of both myself and Agent Barton. As agents in good standing at SHIELD, we are both entitled to place such bets. I will make sure the $100 is couriered to Director Fury's office with all haste.

We would like to select tomorrow, Friday, November 18, 2011 in the pool. I believe the pot is in excess of $32,000 by now?

With all thanks,

Special Agent Phil Coulson

From: [email protected] To: [email protected] CC: [email protected] Date: Thursday, November 17, 2011 Subject: Re: "Great Barton-Coulson Pool"

Screw you both very much, thanks. I'm not even going to ask how you found out, but is it too much to hope for you to take your good friend out for a steak dinner?

jasper.sitwell 11/17/2011 20:32 I know it was you. Why did you tell them???

nicholas.fury 11/17/2011 20:48 Sitwell, if I wanted them to know, I wouldn't have had to tell them.

jasper.sitwell 11/17/2011 20:49 It was May, wasn't it

nicholas.fury 11/17/2011 20:52 Of course it was May.

jasper.sitwell 11/17/2011 20:52 And I can't even yell at her for it, can I?

nicholas.fury 11/17/2011 20:53 I wouldn't advise it, no.

jasper.sitwell 11/17/2011 22:47 Why did you pick those days?

nicholas.fury 11/17/2011 22:50 Now why would I tell you that?

jasper.sitwell 11/17/2011 22:51 Because Phil and Clint are probably making eyes at each other across a bar right now waiting for midnight, so the intel's not valuable to you anymore. So spill.

nicholas.fury 11/17/2011 22:58 Sept 13, Tucson. Oct 6, Budapest. Oct 24, Arkhangelsk. Nov 18, Brussels. Dec 6, Shenzhen. Dec 28, Buenos Aires.

jasper.sitwell 11/17/2011 23:01 They're all the anniversaries of missions where one of them almost didn't make it.

jasper.sitwell 11/17/2011 23:02 Damn, that's romantic.

nicholas.fury 11/17/2011 23:03 And that's why you never bet against the house.

#Resolution19 #Marvel #MCU #C/C #Phlint #outsider pov #epistolary #june is dealer's choice as far as titles #so this one is a sneak peek at a future month #which will be verb phrases

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valeriethepussycats · 4 years ago

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Assemble

Chapter 3

Pairing- Loki x Reader x Steve (one side)

Warning- cursing

Your thoughts and other characters are in italics.

Flashback Bold

The next day. Y/n is standing outside a gym trying to keep her powers under control but but it’s hard when your surrounded by people.

What’s in my fridge right now?....Do I have any milk?

I think I’m pregnant with my brother in-law baby’s

How come you never read about a psychic

winning the lottery?

Am I Ashy? I hope I’m not Ashy.

Why is Batman a superhero when he brutally Beats up bad guys for saying hello.

When I get home I’m watching A Bug’s Life.

Calming down the voices she finally walks inside the gym and see Captain America. He’s beats the punching bag harder, like physically hurting it will repress the memories.

Hydra base, Captain America is running through a forest, didging mortar shells, gunfire and Tesseract energy blasts.

“There's not enough time! I gotta put her in the water!” Steve’s Voice echoed.

In the present, Steve's punches become harder and more violent.

Steve places the compass he has, featuring a picture of Peggy Carter, on the dash as the plane plummets towards the ice.

The present, punches become voilent and agressive.

“You won't be alone.” Peggy declared.

Red skull picked up the Tesseract, and vanishes.

In the present, Steve is beathing the bag with everything he has, destroying it and beating his fists.

“Oh my god!”

Steve is lying on a table, half frozen, and still partially trapped in a slab of ice. Two SHIELD scientists run equipment over him, checking for his vitals. Something flickers...

“This guy is still alive!”

Y/n gets pulled out of Steve’s mind. “Wow. That one way to come backwards to the world.

“You punch any harder your fist is gonna go though it.“

Steve stops punching the bag and turns around and see Y/n. “Agent Munroe ma’am. Phil told me that you were coming.”

“Y/n. Just call me Y/n.” She said with a smile.

Steve starts to punch the bag again. “It's nice to meet.”

“Likewise. So how do you feel?” Y/n asked showing concern for a man she just met.

Y/n walks up to a punching bag next to Steve and, starts playfully punching it.

“Like I belong in a different time.....all of this is so strange. Flat screen TVs, cars that run on electricity.....” Steve trailed off.

“It’s understandable but look at the bright side you can have food deliver to your house.” Y/n said with a fond look.

Steve looks at Y/n confused.

“Pizza. Chinese food... Oh men we have to make some stops before we go to Shield.” Y/n proclaimed.

“We don’t have time to make stops. They need us this is important.” Steve protested.”You’re right they do. But you need to experience this first and I know you're hungry.” Y/n insisted.

Steve sigh defeat. “Ok fine but only for an hour two at it’s tops.”

“Yes! You dont know it yet but This the start of an beautiful friendship.” Y/n said With a sincere smile as her and Steve walk out the gym.

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Inside the Quinjet, Steve is sitting down with a tablet, watching the footage of the Hulk's attack on the Army at Culver University.

“We're about forty minutes out from base, sir.” One of the pilots said

Agent Coulson stands up from his seat and wipe his face with a napkin.

Francis’s pizza is so good.

Y/n chuckles as Coulson and walks over to her and Steve.

“So, this Doctor Banner was trying to replicate the serum that was used on me?” Steve asked.

“A lot of people were. I was assign to stop some of them. You were the world's first superhero.” Y/n replied.

“Banner thought gamma radiation might hold the key to unlocking Erskine's original formula.” Coulson informed Steve.

The Hulk roars with fury as he slams a jeep apart.

“Didn't really go his way, did it?” Steve queried.

“Not so much. When he's not that thing though, guy's like a Stephen Hawking” Coulson explained.

Steve looks confused.

Y/n leans over and whispers. “He's a smart person.”

“I gotta say, it’s an honor to meet you, officially.” Steve smiles at Coulson as he continues. “I sort of met you, I mean, I watched you while you were sleeping.” Steve looks down then a Y/n. He stands up, closes his laptop and walks to the side with Coulson following. “I mean, I was... I was present while you were unconscious from the ice. You know, it's really, it's just a... just a huge honor to have you on board.”

“Smooth. Real smooth Coulson.” Y/n lied.

“Well, I hope I'm the man for the job.” Steve remarked.

“Of course you are you’ve done amazing things in the past. You’re the perfect person for this job.” Y/n said sincerely and with a small smile.

“Ya Absolutely. Uh... we've made some modifications to the uniform. I had a little design input.” Coulson told Steve.

“The uniform? Aren't the stars and stripes a little... old fashioned?” Steve supposed.

“With everything that's happening, the things that are about to come to light, people might just need a little old fashioned.” Coulson stated.

As Steve takes in Coulson's sentiment. The Quinjet lands down a massive battleship known as the Helicarrier. It has two runways. One with direct access to a hangar at the rear is aligned along the spine of the vessel. Y/n walks up to Phill.

“Does the name Ororo Munroe mean anything to you?” Y/n questioned.

“No. Does it suppose to.” Coulson lied.

“No I guess not.” Y/n remarked not hiding her disappointment.

Agent Coulson, Y/n, and Steve walk down the ramp, meeting up with Natasha.

“Agent Romanoff, Captain Rogers.” Coulson said introducing the two.

“Ma’am?” Steve replied.

“Hi.” She looks at Coulson. “They need you on the bridge. They're starting the face-trace.”

“Nat” Y/n said happily. “I didn’t know you were going to be here Coulson doesn’t tell me anything.” Y/n hugs Natasha then they both look at Coulson like ‘explain.’

“See you there.” Coulson said walks away, leaving Steve and Y/n with Natasha, the pair walking towards the railing of the Helicarrier.

“It was quite the buzz around here, finding you in the ice. I thought Coulson was gonna swoon. Did he ask you to sign his Captain America trading cards yet?” Natasha wondered.

“Trading cards?” Steve asked confused.

“They’re vintage, he's very proud.” Y/n disclosed.

Bruce Banner is seen walking around the ship, trying to stay out of the way while people walk in his way.

“Dr. Banner.” Steve called out.

The three walk up to each other and shake hands.

“Oh, yeah. Hi. They told me you'd be coming.” Bruce began. “You must be agent Munroe.”

“You can call me Y/n it’s nice to finally meet you.” Y/n replied.

“Thanks.” Bruce said in a casual tone.

“Word is you can find the cube.” Steve Inclined.

“Is that the only word on me?” Bruce questioned.

“Only word I care about.” Steve answered.

Bruce takes in the sentiment. “It must be strange for you, all of this.”

Steve looks off to where a group of men in training are running, remembering his days in the army. “Well, this is actually kind of familiar.”

“Gentlemen, you might want to step inside in a minute. It's gonna get a little hard to breath.” Natasha disclosed.

The Helicarrier starts to shake as it prepares to take "sail". Others abord strap down planes and Quinjets in preparation.

“Is this a submarine?” Steve asked Y/n.

“Really? They wanted me in a submerged, pressurized metal container?” Bruce Said with sarcasm.

“No no it not a submerged.” Y/n answered.

The two both move closer to the edge of the Helicarrier. Four huge lift fans mounted on the sides starts to lift into the air as the ship takes flight. Steve watches in awe while Bruce just smiles.

“Oh, no. This is much worse.” Bruce said with mock astonishment.

The doors part and we enter the bridge of the ship. A flurry of activity, dozens of agents sit in front of their viewscreens. Agent Hill shouts instructions to leave. The camera turns to Nick Fury who is at the command chair.

“We're at lock, sir.” Agent Hill disclosed.

“Good. Let's vanish.” Nick answered.

The Helicarrier rises high into the heavens. Suddenly the entire ship is covered in reflecting mirrors, which then camouflages in the sky. Steve, Y/n and Banner walk through the glorious, gleaming bridge

“Gentlemen.” Nick started.

Steve gives Fury 10 bucks, referring to his earlier statement about never being surprised again. “And agent Munroe what a Surprise I thought you were in Sydney.”

“Well I got tired of helping Umm Marlin look for Nemo.” Y/n said with fire.

Fury walks over Banner and extends his hand. Banner, reluctantly shakes it.] Doctor, thank you for coming.

“Thanks for asking nicely. So, uh... how long am I staying?” Bruce asked.

“Once we get our hands on the Tesseract, you're in the clear.” Nick replied.

“Where are you with that?” Bruce asked.

Nick Fury turns to Agent Coulson to explain, while Natasha eyes an image of Clint Barton on a computer screen.

“We're sweeping every wirelessly accessible camera on the planet. Cellphones, laptops. If it's connected to a satellite, it's eyes and ears for us.” Agent Coulson explained.

“That's still not gonna find them in time.” Natasha mumbled.

“Couldn’t we use spectrometers to speed up the process?” Y/n said pondering out loud.

“Yes that could work. How many spectrometers do you have access to?” Bruce voiced.

“How many are there?” Nick asked Bruce.

“Call every lab you know, tell them to put the spectrometers on the roof and calibrate them for gamma rays. I'll rough out a tracking algorithm based on cluster recognition. At least we could rule out a few places. Do you have somewhere for me to work?” Bruce said with determination

“Agent Romanoff, would you show Dr. Banner to his laboratory, please.” Nick order.

Natasha nods and walks off, leading Banner down the hall. “You're gonna love it, Doc. We got all the toys.”

Y/n goes to leave as well but gets stop by the sound of Nick Fury.

“Agent Munroe my office.” Nick announced.

“No offense but I don’t think you want that right now.” Y/n said fire.

“My office now.” Nick hissed ordered

Y/n and Nick walks to his office in silence. Y/n is barely holding back her anger and this Conversation with Director Fury is not going to help but she needs to get this off her chest or she’ll explode. Director Fury opens the door to his office and Motion for Y/n to walk in. She walks past him into the room and sit down in the chair in front of his desk. Director Fury closes the door and looks at Y/n.

“What are you doing here?” Nick asked.

“I’m here to help.” Y/n declared.

“You were supposed to be in Sydney.” Nick pointed out

“How do you know I was supposed to be in Sydney I haven’t called to do a check in.” Y/n teased.

I wonder if he’s going to tell me that he has a Tracking Device on me.

“Agent Coulson told me of your whereabouts.” Nick answered.

“Hmm I bet he did.” Y/n replied.

”Your assistance is no longer required we can we can handle it from here head home.” Nick ordered.

“Are you kidding me.” Y/n shouted. As she shot up from her seat. “I’m the only one here that knows anything remotely about Loki and you’re gonna bench me.”

”And how would you know that.” Nick questioned.

“re.....search.” Y/n lied.

Nick gives Y/n ‘the I’m not believing you’ look.

“Ok fine I was there ok I fought The Destroyer.” Y/n confessed.

“I already knew I was just waiting on you to tell me.” Nick replied.

“Of course you knew why wouldn’t you know.” Y/n said dryly.

“I’m not saying you’re not best the person for the job I’m saying it’s not safe with your condition.” Nick remarked.

“My cond- what is my condition?”

“It is not....it’s not safe for the people on this Helicarrier if you don’t have control your powers.”

“You want to talk about safety of the people, was you trying to keep me safe by not telling me my mother is alive or keeping me away from Gambit.” Y/n Stated.

The anger she felt roll off of her like a wave which made the room begin to shake.

“Y/n I didn’t tell you because-“

“You are afraid another November 18 is gonna happen.....ye have little faith. I want Gambit here now and if you can’t get him here I want a number. I’m not talking those stupid pills anymore.” Y/n declared as she throws the pill bottle in trash. “And I’m going to stay here and help and you’re going to allow it.” Y/n finished as she walks out of the room not waiting for his response.

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Back in the underground lab, Loki is looking Looking through all the Shield Agent portfolios until he comes across one in particular. Agent Munroe’s portfolio. As Loki opens portfolios to read it he finds every page in there to be blank.

“Agent Barton a word.” Loki called.

Clint walks over to Loki like a puppet with strings.

“What do you know of Agent Munroe?” Loki asked.

“She is a powerful mutant that can control the weather and read minds.” Clint answered.

“Read minds hmm that will be all.” Loki said smirking.

Erik and several scientists work around the CMS device. Clint walks in, holding a tablet.

“Put it over there!” Erik told Clint. “Where did you find all these people?”

“Shield has not shortage of enemies, Doctor.” Clint Stated as he holds up a screen showing information on Iridium. “Is this the stuff you need?”

“Yeah, iridium. It's found in meteorites, it forms anti-protons. It's very hard to get hold of.” Erik explained.

“Especially if Shield knows you need it.” Clint Mumbled

“Well, I didn't know!” Erik said gruffly. Then he Sees Loki walking in. “Hey! The Tesseract is showing me so much. It's more than just knowledge, it's... truth.”

“I know. What did it show you, Agent Barton?” Loki wondered.

“My next target.” Clint voiced

“Tell me what you need.” Loki replied.

“I'll need a distraction.” Clint said grabbing his bow. “And an eyeball.”

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That night in the Helicarrier bridge. As they are waiting to locate Loki using satellite facial recognition, Coulson is standing with Steve.

“I mean, if it's not too much trouble.”Coulson suggested

“No, no. It's fine.” Steve reassured Coulson.

“It's a vintage set. It took me a couple of years to collect them all. Near mint, slight foxing around the edges, but...”

“We got a hit. Sixty-seven percent match. Weight, cross match, seventy-nine percent.” Agent Jasper Sitwell announced.

“Location?” Coulson asked.

“Stuttgart, Germany. 28, Konigstrasse. He's not exactly hiding.” Agent Jasper Sitwell answered.

“Captain, you're up.” Nick disclosed.

Steve nods and walks off the bridge. Walking down the hallway he passes Y/n.

“We found Loki he’s In Germany.” Steve informed Y/n as he’s walking down the hallway.

“Radio silence and now he’s making appearance that’s not strange at all.....You got this Cap now go show him who’s he’s Messing with.” Y/n sincerely with a smile.

“Yes ma’am.” Steve said with a fond look and a head nod.

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Outside the Stuttgart Museum, it’s night. Loki is standing in front of the museum, dressed in 21st Century attire with his scepter disguised as a cane. He walks up to the entrance of the gala.

A lavished gala with an orchestra playing is interrupted as the head doctor walks up to the mic.

Inside Helicarrier where Steve's locker is. Steve walks into the locker room. As he approaches to the steel cabinet, the doors already reveal the updated Captain America uniform, along with the famous shield. He stands in silence.

Outside the museum. German guards stand in their positions. One of them is standing on tip of the roof, scoping. He then hears a sound. He looks down. One of his guards is shot with an arrow. He raises his gun. He is shot dead by an arrow. Falls down. Barton and his crew arrive at the doors of the locked science building. Barton looks at the retinal scanner.

He pulls out a Shield eye scanner instrument. Inside the gala, Loki looks from above the museum and descends down to where the head doctor is. As he makes it down and near the stage, he flips his cane the other end. The guard there notices him, pulls out his gun, but Loki clubs his head in. Chaos erupts. Guests begin to leave the museum. Loki grabs the doctor and flips him over onto a marble table of the mythological creatures bilchsteim. Loki pulls out an optical torture device. He plunges down the doctor's eye. The doctor twists in pain.

Outside the museum.

Suddenly from Barton's instrument, a holographic eye of the head doctor appears and the image of the doctor appears on screen. The doors to the facility open. Barton walks in and finds in a cabinet, a glass thermos with a cylinder of iridium. As the crowd runs away, Loki slowly walks out and materializes in his gold armor and helmet. The police arrive and with no hesitation, he blasts the cars, flipping them over and over.

“Kneel before me.” Loki voiced but crowd ignores him. Three more Loki's appear, surrounding and blocking the crowd from escaping. “I said KNEEL!” Loki yelled. While the crowd quietly kneels, Loki embraces out his arms with a wide smile

“Is not this simpler? Is this not your natural state? It's the unspoken truth of humanity, that you crave subjugation. The bright lure of freedom diminishes your life's joy in a mad scramble for power, for identity. You were made to be ruled. In the end, you will always kneel.” Loki declared.

As the words resonate to the kneeling crowd, an elder German man refuses to kneel and stands, heroic. “Not to men like you.”

“There are no men like me.” Loki specified.

“There are always men like you.” Elder German Man remarked.

“Look to your elder, people. Let him be an example.” As Loki is about to execute the man with his scepter as the light glows blue. Right as the energy beam shoots out, Captain America arrives, diving in just in time to block the blast with his shield, and knocking down Loki.

“You know, the last time I was in Germany and saw a man standing above everybody else, we ended up disagreeing.” Captain America explained

Loki Standing up. “The soldier. A man out of time.”

“I'm not the one who's out of time.” Captain America replied.

From above Captain America, the Quinjet arrives. A machine gun is pointed towards Loki, while Natasha speaks from inside the aircraft.

“Loki, drop the weapon and stand down.”

Like greased lightning, Loki sends a blast of blue at the Quinjet. Natasha maneuvers it just in time, giving Cap the time to throw his shield at Loki. They both began to duke it out. Loki flings Cap to the ground, and then Cap throws his shield, but Loki swats it away. As Cap is knocked down by Loki, the scepter is pointed to Cap's helmet.

“Kneel.” Loki ordered.

“Not today!” Cap flips and knocks him out with his leg. Loki grabs him and flips him over]

“This guy's all over the place.” Natasha mumbled.

Suddenly AC/DC's "Shoot to Thrill" overdrives to the Quinjets speakers.

“Agent Romanoff, did you miss me?” Tony Stark wondered. Both Cap and Loki look up at the sky. Tony flies over in his Iron Man suit and blasts Loki right back to the ground. Iron Man touches down. He stands up and pulls out every piece of weaponry the suit has. “Make your move, Reindeer Games.”

Loki puts up his hands and surrenders. His armour materializes away

“Good move.” Tony said in a level tone.

“Mr. Stark.”

“Captain.”

Part 4

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