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smudgedtoon · 6 years ago

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The missing days

“I'm not sure.” It sounded better than I dont know. But honestly I didn't know, anything; about where I'd been, who I'd been with. It was all a blur. Or I want to say it was a blur, but more like if it had been sanded away delicately in small areas and rather harshly in the rest.

The cop scuffed and waved me off. I tried to make him wait but he cut me off with a disgruntled. “Come back when you know what you need.”

“Fine.” Huffing I left the police station. Looking around found me a bench to sit on and think.

Now to go over what I did know barring things like where I lived, how old I was;

1.I knew my name, obviously or else I'd have told the officer that at the very least. But just to be sure my name's Zenith. This didn't come as a shock to me because I knew everything else about me except and this leads to...

2. I was missing days. Two at the very least. I mean it had to only be two, I checked my phone twice to make sure. But it felt like more...

3.I woke up in someone else's apartment in a weird part of town.

4. There should be no weird part of town, I've lived here all my life.

“Okay go from what you know…. So before I can't remember, what do I remember….” I recieved dirty looks from strangers passing by but screw em, talking out loud helps me think. I knew this, I knew….. “Work?....Work!” I had work….; not what I needed right now but that was a start. I pulled out my phone again dialing the number by heart. A quick glance at my screen clock had told me my shift hadn't started yet, so I was going to call sick. As I waited for someone to answer the other line my thoughts went back to working out just what I needed help with. Wait work…. the two missing days were on my off days? No, that felt wrong.

Finally someone answered.

“Hey thanks for waiting this is Derek from Game-On speaking, what can I get you playing today?”

“Hey Derek its-”

“Oh shit dude its you.” Derek voice went high with surprise and then low as if he was being listened to. “Calling to beg for your job back? Yes, we do have a couple of Playstation 4 fallout 76 bundle packs left from our Sale!”

“What?” I said cringing at the yelling and confused. “what do you mean-”

“dude ol Heely's still has a controller up her ass from that shit Fr- Oh no I'm sorry we're not offering a free copy with the bundle any longer, though it already comes with the game! dude heelys comin this way gotta go…. Thanks for calling and may your ending cutscene be epic!”

The line cut out. I wanted to call again, but Derek had sent me a text. ‘Dont call back… Heely just threatened to fire any of us talking to you on company time. I'll text after work’

Resisting the urge to text back, I began my walk home. I walked slowly hoping something along the route would help me remember more about the last couple of days. My stomach growled as I passed a small dinner, when was the last time I ate? Some customers left and through the closing door I caught a whiff of something delicious, another grumble. Checking my wallet I found I had no cash, strange, I think I should've had money. What I did have however was my credit and debit cards. I didn't want to check my bank account out of fear of what I would find so credit it was.

I walked into the building and was instantly hit with a sense of familiarity….; but why? Looking around I noticed nothing really special it was your typical mom and pop diner with vinyl booth seats and mounted down tables. The floors were not what I expected instead of the usual checkered patterned linoleum it was if someone had painted a galaxy. It felt like it was pulling me in.

“-always gets people.” A voice interrupted my thoughts.

Looking up a saw a massive smiling down at me. I took her in. Her face was round and cheerful yet it wasn't exactly youthful, though I wouldn't say she looked old, rather she looked like someone who knew a thing or two about life. She had warm brown eyes that reminded me of tinted glass lanterns, her hair…. My jaw dropped. Her hair if it was actually hers was as amazing as the floor. Okay that sounded wrong….. her hair was long, almost ass length, locked and dyed to look like the night sky, she must have used a glittery hair spray to get it to shimmer like that. “uhhhh….” I managed pathetically.

“Oh I was saying, the floor really draws People in. It's new. ” She said nodding to the ground. She hadn't seem to notice me gawking or if she had she didn't say anything about it. “Welcome to Mookie’s.”

“Mookie’s?”

Her brows furrowed and her gorgeous smile was replaced with a scowl. It only lasted as long as a blink of eye. Her smile returned but with a little tension in her voice she asked. “Is that a problem?”

“N-no. Just an unusual name…” I back pedaled. “ummm can…. I… have a table?”

She nodded and took me to an empty booth near the kitchen. As she waited for me to sit down she explained the name. “Its named after someone close to my family.”

I nodded feeling like a huge dick. I was sure I was gonna get my food spit- Shit did I just insult the owner.

As if reading my mind, the woman added. “Actually more close to the owner, my grams, than me.”

“Oh.”

Awkward silence. She looked as if she was waiting for something but then grew impatient and started speaking again.

“So I'm Vi and I'll be your server today.” she nodded towards the the end of the table where I found the menus. “Would you like a drink while you look at the menu?”

“Sure, I'll have tea please.” I said wanting this to be over with as soon as possible.

She nodded and said. “I'll be right back with that,” before departing.

“Well Zeni, you really fucked that up and she was cute too.” I muttered to myself as I looked through the menu. I turned between the pages until I spotted what I wanted.

When Vi returned with my drink I ordered and she left. As I began to make my tea I paused. On my saucer was the standard small kettle of hot water, but the odd thing or rather the awesome thing there wasnt a tea bag insight, just lemons and honey. As I set about squeezing the slices of lemon into my cup I felt like I was being watched. Looking around I spotted my observer. A little black girl, dressed adorably in a black tee that read future boss lady and red cat eye glasses as well as shorts and black and purple kitten leggings, was sitting on one the stools at counter seating and had swiveled around to face me. I waved and the girl excitedly smiled and waved back before looking around quickly to make sure no one had seen. She swiveled back to face the counter and I chalked the whole thing up to kids being kids.

Going back to what I was doing. A thought popped in my head. Jessica. She'd probably have some idea of what had happened. After all she was my girlfriend. Why hadn't I thought of calling her when this first happened? My brain buzzed as I tried to probe that thought a bit further, eventually I wrote it off as how awkward it would be to call one's significant other to pick you up and fill you in on why you were at a strangers house and couldn't remember the past two days.

“You should drink your tea before it stops being hot.”

I was jerked out of my thoughts to see the little girl sitting across from me. When had she done that, I'd only be lost in my thoughts for a moment and the distance would've taken her more than that to get to my table from where she was, unless she had run over. That must've been it. Realizing the girl was awaiting some type of response, I put on a smile and lifted up my cup giving her a cheesy cheers and took a sip. Oh gods my brain screamed as the taste of hot yet diluted sour spread across my tongue. It was all I could do to not spray the kid with unsweetened lemon tea.

She giggled and the pointed to the honey. “You forgot the honey Zeni.”

“Yeah you're right.” I said after swallowing. I reached for the honey and paused. “Uhhhh… sweetie, Zuntie Zeni is tired it's been a long day what's your name again?” Zuntie Zeni? It sounded right… I'd never used the phrase in my life- I brought my focused back on what was important this kid knew me and somehow I must've known them from my auto response.

Her brows furrowed as she pulled a face only children have the balls to make and for a split second she'd reminded me of someone. That face then broke into one of utter sadness. She mumbled something to herself, I only caught “really don't”.

Before I could ask her anything a plate of food was placed before me. I got a brief glimpses of a scarred arm before it was pulled away. I looked up to see Vi.

She gave me something that resembled a smile before turning to little girl. “One what have I told you about pestering customers.” She turned to me and apologized. “Sorry about this, the meal is on the house. If you'd-”

“Its fine. Really, One,” hope I hadn't butchered the girl's name, “was keeping me company and showing me the fine art of making lemon tea.” I winked at the girl and she giggled.

“See Zuntie Zeni's fine.”

A volt of pain went through my brain and I had to grab the table for balance even though I was already sitting.

I awoke in my bed with my head still killing me. I remembered somethings. From my disassociated meal at the diner to what had happened almost three days ago.

I had been fired on my last day of work before my days off, fired was an understatement. It had been a shit show, my ex, I know remembered why I wouldn't have called Jessica, had gotten it into her head that Heely and I were having some type of affair. She'd gone to the store wrecked it and then assaulted Heely and accused me. The thing was though Heely had been showing me the ropes of management. From there I had been invited to a party by Derek to cheer me up. I had meet a girl. We'd spent the whole party talking and joking around. It was her I'd went home with her. From there things had gotten hazy again. All I could remember was her name. “Te.” I felt a shiver run down by spine before I fell asleep again.

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brulermag · 6 years ago

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An Immigrant Nation

I remember taking the Greyhound to Houston, Texas coming from New Jersey, and there was a long line. This was the third connection I'd made and I was exhausted. Carrying around a few bags, I listened to my music while I waited to check in. Suddenly, my headphones got caught on my jacket and snapped and I was visibly upset. The guy behind me who was Mexican, reached into his bag and without hesitation, handed me a pair of headphones. "There you go! I know how it is to be without music on these long rides." "Thank you so much!"

We proceeded to get on the bus and he sat next to me. "I'm heading back to Houston to see my wife. I've been gone for a while and I can't wait to see her." He pulled out a picture and said, "This is Kelly and my daughter Raye." This man seemed proud of his family and his eyes welled up when he spoke about them. His name was Guadalupe and he lived in Houston, Texas but was coming from Louisiana because of work there. He was undocumented and was trying to make a living for his family. Because Texas is predominantly Mexican-American, he said he was shunned by his own community because he could not afford paperwork and staying legally in this country.

"They say they are a community and help each other, but Mexicans who come here and have babies born here in the USA tell their kids to look and act white and to not speak Spanish. They don't ever tell you this but its true. They feel that it will give their children a better future to submit to White people rather than challenge the 'norm.' And then the ones that are newly undocumented, well they don't help much. Some people are very welcoming but my very own people have looked down on me. I don't expect people to help though, so I look for whatever work there is to support my family. This time around, it's in Louisiana. And pretty soon I'll move my family down here. Its hard because if I do the move and I lose my job because of ICE, or before I get my paperwork to be legal, I can be deported and what will happen of my family?" This was in 2000.

A few years later, I was a server at a very popular restaurant in Philadelphia and as I waited for patrons to come and dine, I stood next to one of the bus boys and talk to kill time. His name was Reimundo and he was an undocumented Mexican. He was super polite, soft spoken, well mannered and kind. He did everything with a smile and never asked questions. I asked him if he planned to go from bus boy to server because of his demeanor and professionalism.

He looked up and said, "I cannot." "How come?" I asked. "You'd be great!" As naive as I was, I asked those questions. I'm a Puerto Rican. We're American citizens. Born and raised in New Jersey. While I have faced racism I could never walk in the footsteps of Reimundo. I never had to move to a new place and learn a new language. In a place where they didn't want me. Where I don't really exist because I can't afford a visa/citizenship. That I would be giving myself away if I tried to apply because I was already in the country illegally...simply because I wanted a better life for myself and too often times my family. I can't even imagine how that feels. Where do I go? Where do I stay? What do I do? As Americans, we complain about a lot of things, but this is a whole other level.

If you're harassed or a victim of crime, who do you go to? Many undocumented people never see a doctor or a lawyer or a cop simply because they are afraid to be reported and taken away. Reimundo looked and me and said, "I begged for this job. I have friends who know the owner and they told him I was a hard worker. He liked me and here I am. I can't become a server. It's too suspicious." "So how long have you been in America?" "3 and a half years." "Did you come with your family?" "No. I came alone. My entire family is in Mexico. I came here for them. There was no jobs in Mexico. Nothing. My family was facing extreme poverty. My mother was getting sicker. I needed to do something. She told me not to come because she feared for my safety, but I would do anything for my mamita linda."

I didn't ask him how he got here because I felt like I was already being intrusive. But he told me anyway: "I ran. I ran and ran and it took a long time but I finally got over." He paused and walked over to a table to pour water. He came back and opened a small booklet he had in his back pocket. "This is my saint of a mother." "When was the last time you saw her? Does she come here to visit?" "I haven't seen my mother physically since I came here. 3 and a half years. And I miss them like crazy." "Don't you ever feel lonely and want to hug them? I know if it was me, I'd go crazy." "Well, yes of course! But I am here working hard for them. Every dime is for her and my brothers and sisters. I leave here and I go to my other job. I repeat. This is my life. I made this sacrifice for them. I don't regret it one bit."

With the hostility of The Trump Era almost 17 years later, you'd think being an illegal immigrant was the worst crime ever. But actually, early settlers of America were the first immigrants and basically claimed America for their own. There wasn't formal paperwork like there was to keep slaves or free them; there were no laws against them. And as they established their usurpation, they made their own laws according to land ownership and everything else. By the late 1800's, they sent for their families. It wasn't relatively easy to get on a boat and get here, because late 1800's immigrants faced racism themselves in America. But they eventually came over and made their place in every fiber of American History. Because of immigrants we have a melting pot of food, culture, jobs, education, art and everything else you can name of.

It seemed that if you were from Europe, America was a sure fire way to get ahead in life. But for Asians and existing African Americans this was not the case. There were rules in place during The Gold Rush of 1849. When The Chinese heard of these opportunities, they migrated to America but Americans weren't too happy about that. They put in place The Chinese Exclusion Act of 1882 to exclude The Chinese from taking advantage of The Gold Rush. The opening of Ellis Island in 1892 was truly the first Federal Immigration Station. While Europeans struggled to make their place in America, they eventually fit right in by designating parts all over America where their like kind was. Laws favoring European countries for immigration ended in 1965 and allowed Asians and Latin Americans to make their way to America for a "Better Life."

But it wasn't a very good life for Latin Americans. They were stereotyped, made fun of in pop culture, were designated as "Lovers" and "Salsa Dancers" and were ridiculed for their accents. It's always been hard for Latin Americans to climb corporate ladders because a Latino was not seen as a formidable opponent in the business field. To this day, you can count on your fingers the number of Latinos who have won Oscars and in 60 years of The Grammys, very few Latinos have performed LIVE. In fact, you can count on your fingers how many have.

Latinos have been discounted in American History even when we make history in America. There have been limited views of immigrants and their descendants so how do we expect America to understand an illegal immigrant at all? It doesn't surprise me one bit when Middle American White People on The Right shake their finger at illegal immigrants. Those are the very people that employed them in fields, in the back of kitchens and everywhere else. As soon as a dictator like Trump stepped in and said they'd get tax breaks, they sold them out on a dime. That's the American way sometimes.

America is an Immigrant Nation. A rich, colorful nation that have borrowed from our customs, creativity, culture and the list goes on and on. I have to remind you that not every white person feels the same way many do about illegal or legal immigrants. And millions agree that we should be a country of opening our arms and welcoming all. But at the same time, they do need to be more vocal about it, especially during this time. These are the times where being white and vocal really matters. But do not mistake the rest of America and every race and ethnicity...WE do not need a white face to lead us; but we do not mind the allies.

Here are some reasons America should get off their moral high horse: Most of our cities, states and counties are named in Spanish, you just don't know it because white people butcher pronunciation of foreign language! All joking aside, some white people from the reddest of states live in counties that are either Spanish, Native American or of some foreign language. Remember America is rich in diversity even way before immigration became common. But that's another American History lesson on how The French, The British, The Spanish made their marks in America.

America is an Immigrant Nation. The most famous restaurants and foods white people absolutely love and frequent are Mexican Restaurants. In fact, they think every Latino in the world are Mexicans and think we all make mole and tacos. If we're in 2018 and most Americans didn't know Puerto Rico was part of The United States, you can imagine how immigrants of any nationality today are hesitant to come here.

And when we hear "We need things made in America again" these are from people who had no problem sending off their products to be made in China because it is cheaper. In fact, America has relied on China for a long time in terms of trade relations and everything else. Even Trump who co-signed on this slogan has his products made anywhere but America. And while some American companies boast they now make everything in America, its simply a fad and they will return to investing with The Chinese and everyone else. So where does this leave immigrants today?

Well, Trump is looking into keeping Illegal immigrants and probably legal ones from getting government benefits and government housing. He's trying to build a wall (which is really a verbal threat more than anything), he's bad mouthing immigrants of all kinds and he's trying to discredit ethnicity in general. He's stripping away sanctuary cities and wants Europeans to infiltrate Puerto Rico to boost the economy and migrate to America to replace immigrants. In other words, MORE WHITE FACES IS BETTER.

It all comes down to Trump's presidential victory and the true colors of a weak minority called White People; who will certainly do anything to destroy any race that isn't their own. Once a land of the free, America has become the most racist modern country in the world. Other countries laugh at us, our president and the policies. Trump is destroying everything with the help from half the country. But this doesn't kill the resilience of The American People (and by American People I mean those who aren't traitors); We will persevere, we will grow, we will continue to allow immigrants and we will celebrate every national and cultural tradition of ALL including white people.

America is an Immigrant Nation. Say it loud, hold it in your heart and cling to it. I leave you with this: O beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain! America! America! God shed His grace on thee And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea! O beautiful for pilgrim feet, Whose stern, impassioned stress A thoroughfare for freedom beat Across the wilderness! America! America! God mend thine every flaw, Confirm thy soul in self-control, Thy liberty in law! O beautiful for heroes proved In liberating strife, Who more than self their country loved And mercy more than life! America! America! May God thy gold refine, Till all success be nobleness, And every gain divine! O beautiful for patriot dream That sees beyond the years Thine alabaster cities gleam Undimmed by human tears! America! America! God shed His grace on thee And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea!

By: Xavii Matisse ©

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emergenciesstory · 7 years ago

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Nats sis Part 3

Pairing: Sister!Nat x Jessabelle (OC), Tony x OC, Stucky

Word Count: 2,176

Chapter summary: Tony and Jesse are, well, soulmates.

Notes: Just a couple parts left!

Masterlist Nat’s Sis Masterlist

Sketching on the holograms was more fun than on the tablet. I had been working on his design flaws for who knows how long, weeding out the ones that wouldn’t work in practice to the ones that could be saved. Tony had given me a tablet to use while here, with access to all the files. ‘No need to keep manipulating the system’ he claimed. Tony moved behind me, putting together the mechanics on the first design from this morning. I occasionally heard him grunt or shock himself, but had gotten lost in the plan before me. While the idea sketched out, the description didn’t follow the sketch, nor was the formula right for what he wanted to do. Different from the others, this wasn’t a gun or improvement for his suit, but a bracelet to track and aid everyone. While it had benefits to Tony for his suit, it also was to call select weapons with a small chip installed in it. I had been busy, but running into the error of the chip situation. Sighing, I dove back into design of the chip.

“What’s wrong?” Tony looked up at me, the hologram I was facing becoming a blur of colors and numbers.

“Nothing, just running some schematics for the Call chip.”

“Call chip? Are you already on the last file?” His voice was closer now, and I noticed he was wringing a rag on his grease covered hands. Pinching out of my work, I scrolled back through the designs, each with a note or writing all over it.Tony took control and was evaluating them.

“The first few were good ideas, but impractical. For the function you want, the size is too great with the technology available. Even using some of Hydra or Russian technological advances- What?” Tony was staring at you with Jaw dropped.

“You used their technology?” He turned back, analyzing the few sketches I had fixed.

“Well, of course. What else would I have been stealing from the mission? That’s what I’ve been doing, hacking into servers, stealing weapons to analyze. If something technological goes missing, it was probably me for study. I destroy it after so no one can have it, or to put some kinks in their plans.” I jumped onto the work desk behind us, crossing my legs under my lap, watching Tony look at the design I was stuck on, picking up the pen and writing in yellow.

“Are you the reason one of the quinjets disappeared?” he mused, focusing on the new plans.

“No, that one wasn’t me. I wish though, I’ve always been curious about the cloaking device and tiles.”

“It’s not difficult technology. Basically big mirrors, just more fun.”

“I see.” Tony had sketched another idea on the plan, a magnet rather than blaster on the gun. “Why didn’t I think of that?!” Grabbing my pen, I finished the calculations for a magnet from where I was perched, the technology actually looking like it would work on paper. Clicking his pen off, satisfied, Tony turned back to me.

“Because, you’re not a genius like me.” He was standing in front of me, smirking at eye level. “Hungry?”

“Are you egotistical?” Tony quirked an eyebrow at my comment. “The answer to both is yes.”

Tony escorted me from the lab and into the lift down to the commons. The clock on the wall read 1830, we had been working for eleven hours straight. The storm outside was still pouring rain, but the atmosphere of the commons was bright and lively. Steve and Nat were dancing around the kitchen cooking while Bucky and Bruce sat at the bar. Music played out through the room, Clint asleep on the couch with the controls in hand. Tony took my hand and pulled me from the elevator.

“What’s for dinner?” He called out, still not letting me go. I tried to pull my hand away, shrink back and let the fun play out how it should have been but it was too late. Nat looked up at us and saw our fingers intertwined and smiled, hitting Steve who answered.

“Chilli and Corn bread! Been working on it all day.”

“It smells good.” I said, sincerely.

“Don’t worry. Clint told us you were vegetarian. You have your own pot.” Steve smiled gesturing to the smaller pot on the stove simmering.

“You didn’t have to go through the trouble.” a smile spread on my face, this felt right, light and airy, warm like a home. Much better than eating from a can while trying to remain invisible.

“No trouble, besides, only the best for Nat’s sister.” Bruce chimed in, smiling. Tony released my hand to go mess with Steve, a very endearing expression on his face. I felt my eyes shift again, but tried to not let it get to me so it would settle back to green.

“Blue.” Nat whispered beside me. I hadn’t seen her move from the other side of the island. “But nothing to be jealous of, Steve is taken, Tony is single. Use your training and open your eyes.” She placed a warm bowl in my hands before leading us over to the table.

She pointed to a chair to sit in and sat across from me, the others joining quickly. Nat sat between Bruce and Clint, with Steve settling into the head of the table, Bruce on one side and Bucky to his other beside you. Tony came in last, sliding into the seat beside me. They all began chatting while you listened to what Nat had said. Looking over at Steve, you saw the silver band, barely traceable on his ring finger. His hand lingered near Bucky, who’s flesh hand sat close, but not touching. Looking to his metal hand, I noticed a matching thin band missing into his ring finger. I looked at Nat whose smirk confirmed my suspicions, Captain America and the Winter Soldier were together.

“So, Jessabelle, What did you do today?” Steve’s voice brought your attention back to the tables conversation.

“Jesse, please. I um, well,” I stammered, face turning red.

“Jesse here was helping me work on some old plans I had scrapped. She actually got a couple cool things to work, so new inventions from Daddy’s lab should be out for training this week.” I choked on my food at his comment of his lab, enticing laughs, and concern, from around the table. Composing myself with the glass of water Tony placed to my lips, I muttered apologies.

“No worries, Doll. Not the first time we’ve been flustered from his, openness.” Bucky gave your knee a squeeze and returned to eating.

“Hey, grandpa. Just because you and your boo over there are from the 40’s doesn’t mean this isn’t acceptable now a days.” Tony quibbed back. The room went silent as Steve’s face went red, Bucky’s sheet white looking like murder.

Steve chuckled slightly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, cat’s out of the bag.”

“It’s okay. I knew. Just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” I said quietly.

“Who Fucking told you?” Bucky whispered, eying you.

“Chill, Barnes, she found out the same way I did.” Nat said, looking like she’d stab him with her fork of possessiveness.

“I do like how the band is from Bucky’s finger though. It’s cute, very innovative.” I mumbled, my chili suddenly the most interesting thing in the room. At this, Bucky turned red, looking at Steve’s hand, now interlocking in his.

“Yes, he is.”

The rest of dinner was quite uneventful, Everyone discussing their days and projects for the week. I was asked to come to training the next afternoon, Wednesday, and Tony asked if I’d help him finish a couple of designs. Agreeing, it was as though I was part of them. After dinner, Tony asked me back to the lab to finish the first design tonight, and get a head start on the others. Nat and Bruce had a date planned, Clint was going to join Wanda and Vision on a mission early and wanted to go to sleep soon, and Bucky and Steve made plans to watch a movie or something. I excused myself to go change back into the shorts Nat had loaned me before going back to work.

Following Tony back to the lab, we immediately went back to our tasks, him finishing the blaster, and I looking at some of the plans I had scrapped, seeing if I had made another rookie mistake like the magnets. I was chewing on a pen, looking over a plan, cross legged on the bench like before. I had dredged up a plan for improving the security system, and seeing how easy I could hack into it, I was focusing on the codes, many of them a lot more intricate than I had deciphered this morning.

“You know, I think there’s a lot more to you than you let on.” Tony said, snapping me from my daze.

“What do you mean?” I looked over at him fidgeting with attaching the small blaster.

“I mean there’s no way a confident, brilliant, metamorphmagus such as yourself just steals technology and learns about it for no reason.”

“There is a reason, I enjoy it. It was all I was good at. When Natasha and I were taken, they trained her to be a fighter, but when I had guns to my head, I dismantled them quicker than pulling they could pull the trigger. Yeah, I can hold my own, but what’s the point.” His gaze never wavered, so I continued, leaving out a small detail. “So they sent Natasha to kill me. Steel bullet, but luckily they didn’t realize the gun was too powerful. It went clear through my hip, the shock rendering me unconscious.” I slid the shorts and watched the tattoo disappear, showing him my scar. “They believed me dead. When I came to, I realized what had happened, so I changed my appearance and left. Been alone since, changing to do a job, stealing technology, plans, weapons, learning everything I could, and moving onto the next base.” Tony watched with wrapped attention as I told my story, fingers absentmindedly tracing the scars from the bullet.

“How’d you find Nat again?” He tilted his head to the side, sitting on the stool in front of me.

“I actually found Clint first. I had run into him back where he has his farm. Literally. We got talking and it was, easy, like talking to you. So I spent a while with him and Laura and the kids. When he was gone, I helped Laura with the work that had to be done in exchange for living there. One day, Clint came back while we were painting the sunroom. I heard the kids say ‘Auntie Nat’ and I knew the secret was out. We agreed to not say anything and I disappeared again.”

“Wow. Just, wow.” Tony had his hand resting on my knee, smoothing his calloused thumb over me. It was calming.

“Yeah.” I watched him as he processed the information.

“Smart, strong, and beautiful.” He smiled up at me, eyes deep. Not again, I thought, feeling the amethyst color come back into mine. “I do like your eyes, they’re very telling.”

“And what do they say now?” I whispered, keeping eye contact.

“If I’m correct, they’re confirming my feelings aren’t one sided.” Tony spoke slowly while standing, his face inches from mine when he stopped. Glancing at my lips, I barely processed what he had said before I felt his lips on mine, softly pressing as though he was timid. I kissed him back, dropping my legs to either side of him, begging to be closer. I felt his tongue on my lip before he pulled back slightly, smirking

“I hate you” I murmured, before sliding my tongue in his mouth. My hands laced their way to behind his neck, threading into his hair. I felt his hands move up from my knees, snaking up my thighs to caressing my ass, pushing the shorts off my legs. He kissed me deeper, need laced into his lips as I slid to the edge of the table to be closer to him. Suddenly, he broke the kiss, resting his forehead against mine, smiling as we locked eyes.

“Violet opal and Amethyst. You imprinted.” He whispered, breathing heavily.

“How do you know that? The only one who knows my colors is...”

“I may have asked her out of curiosity how to get to know you better, and I may have intentionally left the file where you’d hopefully find it. When I saw you flash dark sapphire before dinner, I wanted to know more. So when you changed, I asked about them all. It’s intriguing.”

“If you wanted to know so bad you could’ve asked.” I whispered, still not letting go of my hold around his neck and waist.

“But now I knew how you felt before I did what I wanted to,” he smiled.

“Damn these eyes,” I mused, kissing him again.

#Nats Sis

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prettydickie · 7 years ago

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You: [Trigger Warning: Strong mentions of past child abuse. Nineteen year old intersex Jotun Loki. Looking for a Thor who dislikes Loki because of everything he was taught about Jotuns growing up, and doesn’t know about how Loki was treated in Jotunheim yet. Also, Loki wears gowns because he wants to.] Loki couldn’t believe how late it had gotten without his notice. He had been procrastinating most of the day, sneaking outside to sneaking outside to run around the palace with one of the servants he had befriended and causing mischief all around the palace instead of doing his chores as he was meant to. In his defense, he /hated/ having to do chores. And quite frankly, Loki had never cared for following orders. Doing as he was told had never saved him from Laufey’s rage, so he didn’t see a point in even trying. He had been married to Thor for only a month, they lived together in their own wing of the palace, and Thor treated him more like a servant than his spouse. He wasn’t even supposed to leave their chambers without Thor at his side. As far as Loki was concerned, it was only a matter of time before the god became violent with him, and he refused to be a subservient, obedient wife for him. He didn’t wish to make his husband too angry with him however, which was why he was now rushing through the palace, trying to make it back to their suite before Thor. When he got there however, the Thunderer was already standing in the middle of the living area, looking less than pleased. Clearing his throat as he shut the door behind him, Loki gave a sheepish smile, clenching one fist in the skirt of his gown in an attempt to hide the tear in it as he waltzed into the room as casually as he could, and said, “Good evening, Thor.”

Stranger: ((Reading.))

You: [Alrighty]

Stranger: "Good evening, Loki," replied Thor coolly. He gestured to a small chaise beside him. "Why don't you sit down so we can have a chat? You can tell me what mischief you're up to, and why you think it's acceptable behavior to run amok through *my* palace." His cool blue eyes bore into Loki with a look of pure disgust. The marriage was arranged. Thor had had the same look during the ceremony and had told Loki in no uncertain terms, on their wedding night, that he was only doing it for the Jotunheim-Asgardian alliance, and that he might as well have married a goat for all the shame it was bringing him. That had, so far, been the longest conversation they'd ever had.

You: Loki's smile fell and he went stiff the moment Thor spoke, now watching his every move like a hawk, which was the only outward sign of distress he gave. He knew how much Thor hated him and the fact that the god was speaking directly to him sent a chill down his spine. His husband must be furious with him... Even so, Loki wouldn't be cowed and he certainly wasn't going to apologize and beg for his husband's forgiveness. "Oh, you haven't heard? I was setting flame to the gardens, of course," he answered sarcastically with a roll of his eyes, even as he moved to sit in the chair Thor directed him to, "Jotuns such as I simply can't /help/ but cause destruction and mayhem when we're left on our own."

Stranger: Thor tented his fingers and stalked over to Loki, pacing slowly around him like a lion considering the best way to kill an already-injured gazelle. He stopped a few inches from Loki's face. "You don't need to tell me," he said, voice dangerously soft, "just what your kind is like. I know all about you. Which is why I have rules in place about where you are allowed to go. Rules that you clearly think you are above. And now you've placed me in the extremely irritating position of having to talk to you, and punish you, when to be honest, I would rather not touch you whatsoever." He reached out and grabbed a fistful of Loki's hair and gave him a little shake. "What did I say about leaving my chambers and showing yourself to the rest of the court?" When Loki didn't immediately answer, he gave him another shake. "What did I say?" he repeated.

You: Loki went stiff at the mention of a punishment, his breath spiking minutely. He'd known this would happen eventually, but that didn't stop him from gasping when he felt the hand tugging at his hair. He glared hatefully up at Thor, hands grasping the arms of his chair in a death grip, as the god shook him. He wasn't showing any outward signs of pain yet, used to receiving far worse from Laufey. Taking a deep breath to keep his temper in check, he forced himself to speak through clenched teeth, "You told me I was to stay here, out of sight, so I cannot sully your name any further." He wanted to argue that he hadn't /done/ anything to embarrass either Thor or himself today, but he knew better than to speak out of turn while he was facing his punishment. That would only make things worse, and Loki was afraid that Thor would unintentionally harm their child if he became too violent.

Stranger: "Out of sight," repeated Thor. "Out of sight. And you were where... in the kitchen? Making a mockery of me? Flaunting yourself all over the place? Reminding everyone of the disgrace I have to endure to ensure peace?" His grip loosened slightly but he didn't let go entirely. "What the Hel kind of wife can't even obey her king? You could at least try. Yet you defy me, on purpose. Why? Do you think it's good sport? Is it because Jotuns are simply incapable of any kind of proper decorum? This isn't Jotunheim. This is Asgard and we except a higher standard of behavior." He let go and gave Loki a tiny push away from him. "Just because you can change your appearance doesn't mean we're not all well-aware of how disgusting you look, underneath all that," he said, wearily. He was being harsher than he would have liked but much of it was projection. Thor had never wanted to get married so young. Let alone to a monster. He had wept silently into his pillow the night before the wedding, hating his father for the arrangement. But it was his duty as crown prince to go through with it. And so he had, head held high.

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