#and the guy was like 'I can't because I'm part of a super-secret organisation. and THEY are after me'

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There was this idea I had about an Isaac Novella, and considering I am never going to write it, I thought I would share the very basic outline and half-baked thoughts I had for it:

For some reason I wanted to call it A Separate Peace

It would start with Isaac and Pickle -- post-canon -- taking on a case about two bothers who were looking for their parents. They had been separated from their parents since early childhood, and now that they were influential men or whatnot they had the means and connections to investigate what had happened back then.

I had some sort of conflict in mind for Isaac and Pickle. I wanted their relationship to be strained, them growing further apart during their research until Pickle would leave (for a while) and continue following up on one of their leads on their own while Isaac stayed in his mansion and spiralled into overwork and his unhealthy coping mechanisms.

Asirel would keep close watch on the case for his own reasons. The parents of the two brothers would turn out to be scientists who ran experiments on mythics, being the ones who had developed the serum that could knock out pet. Some rivalling organisation (the Trimedian perhaps) had found out about this and wanted their research for themselves, forcing them into hiding and leaving them to abandon their children for their own protection.

Asirel would constantly sabotage the investigation, trying to keep Isaac and Pickle away from finding the parents by giving them other cases, giving them false leads and so on. Eventually they would figure out that the parents were scientists, experimenting on mythics etc. and one of the leads would guide them out of the country, but before they could leave Asirel would call Isaac and straight out tell him to drop the case, that it was out of his range, that he was touching some top-secret thing that was above his pay grade.

It would end with Isaac and Pickle actually listening to Asirel, fabricating some story and fitting evidence to deceive the brothers and keep the secrets they had uncovered, like Asirel told them to.

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just some thoughts now yingdu has finished about cheng xiaoshi's parents.

thinking on how during the fire, cheng xiaoshi's mum confronts cheng weimin and says the fire was premeditated. but she also says it was planned by "them" (plural). I'd been considering the possibility that xia fei was involved in some capacity (and honestly that still can't be ruled out) but there being a specific group involved (and, huh, "involved" in the same way as vein asked cheng xiaoshi?) makes me think this is bigger than we thought. this was a decade ago so in theory none of our main players (vein, liu xiao) would be considered some great threat for shao yuanyuan to consider. could be organised crime, I guess? specifically, the xiang guy who liu xiao tracked down in yingdu ep 1. he had connections with the liu family, an interest in "superpowers", and clearly recognised the name "cheng weimin". still leaves many questions, but it's an option. and it'd mean that we don't spend season 3 with both liu xiao as the "main villain" and another organisation on top of that, if liu xiao has already taken this organisation out and moved in for the takeover.

the motives for the fire could also be a few different things. few possibilities off the top of my head:

obviously a lot of people want the book with the eye sign on that cheng weimin was keeping hold of (and wang qing/shao yuanyuan later hid)

the school being a place for people with powers also leaves the possibility that it was about taking out all the kids with powers before they could become threats (brutal, but the show did confirm a school full of kids burnt down so)

shao yuanyuan *thinks* it was premeditated (because there *is* a group after cwm) but in actuality it was linked to wang qing/xia fei snapping in some way as a result of bullying and it going terribly wrong

"it was the detective"/"and then there were none" - cheng weimin was forced in some way to set the fire by "them" or his family was at stake (sth sth mutual secret keeping), but helped xia fei and wang qing escape as "repentance" and faked his own death. (I hate that I'm writing this btw.)

(and the final option I'm shooting out here purely because it is *bold* if they pulled it off is that the "them" shao yuanyuan referred to is the same "them" that yingdu ep 3 was named after - xia fei and vein. again, I don't think it's super likely because of their respective ages and perceived threat at the time, but would be hilarious if it was right there in the title - similar to the "and then there were none" reference)

also! the fact that shao yuanyuan could simply refer to "them" and expect cwm to know exactly who was being referred to makes me wonder. it seems to imply that whatever group this was was known to them both. was cwm in hiding when he settled at the school? what's in that book that's so precious it took priority over his life?

cxs' mum also seeming to be in hiding in the "present" (both from her reactions during the wang qing possession and emphasis on "little time") combined with the way she'd gone non-contact with cheng xiaoshi for a decade. and, of course, "them".

and it's curious that cwm settled at a school for those with powers when it appears that it's cxs' mum with the powers not him. is this a case where they both had powers (and cxs just... inherited his mum's side?) or did cwm die and transfer the powers and book to her in one shot. would certainly add to the parallels with lu guang going back with cxs' powers.

(final thing and this admittedly could be down to the TL but when wang qing was saying about people answering her story the same way to cheng xiaoshi, she mentioned she'd "like him to meet [cwm]" which is... an odd thing to say about someone who is supposed to be dead. I mean, I guess it's in flux if he's in the process of being saved, but still, incredibly strange offer to make. and wang qing has told that forest fire story as part of her therapy sessions, so would she have asked cheng weimin back when he was still her teacher? I genuinely can't tell if I'm just overthinking things, but if there is yet another fake death going on here I am going to stab something.)

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Supe Busters - Soldier Boy x female reader

Prologue

Summary : Vought has many secrets, project W is one of them. What happens when said project turns against them? 

I don’t remember a lot of things. I'm not amnesic or anything, no, I just have blanks for certain memories. It confuses me to no end. Did I always have those powers? Or were they given to me at the late age of 25? I have no idea who I am, why I'm suddenly super abled. The only thing I know is that I'm stuck this way forever now wether I like it or not.

I don't hate my abilities. I pride myself in the fact I can control atoms. Yeah that seems like I'm overpowered but it's more complicated. I have to know the exact formula to what I want to manipulate. Now, I'm better. I can control most things like water, iron, most metals,ect… But still, in order for me to control atoms I need to know if it's like H2O or something like that. It can be annoying sometimes. Plus, if I try to split atoms to make like a nuclear explosion, I did try to see if I could do that, stupid idea but still, I have this weird electrical pulse at the back of my head. 

I have no idea what I was made for. It wasn’t for war, nor pageants or any dancing and singing competition. So I stay hidden, in my small repetitive life. Sleep, eat, work, eat, sleep. I have yet to find people with similar experiences. But I will soon, I can feel it. 

Stillwell was in her luxurious office when she saw the results of the debate about if supes belong in the military or not. The no won surprisingly. Under the huge amounts of shock and disbelief, she barely heard her phone ringing. 

“Hello?”, said Madelynn. 

“Good afternoon Miss Stillwell. I have called you today to discuss a certain topic.”

“Oh, what is it?”

 “I’M afraid we both know Madelynn.”

The woman sighed, thinking of a way to get out of this situation. She was thinking, thinking and thinking and thinking and thin-

 “Mss.Stillwell?”

“Yes, yes sorry” 

“I think the video still needs to be seen by the world, senator. I mean, people need to know who’s ruling our military and making sure we’re all safe, right?” said Stillwell in a passive aggressive tone.

“Madelynn, between you and me, your supes belong in a circus special show. Not in the defence system”

The woman suddenly had an idea. One that would change the world forever, but still an idea. 

“We'll see about that senator”, Stillwell said before hanging up

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Fast forward 3 years

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You're now part of an organisation known to reunite what Vought likes to call “supervillains”. But truly, you're just humans who became supes one day and who can't seem to control themselves around supes. 

Since it was revealed that supes are made and not some gifted people, questions and arguments are roaming around the community. If Vought made the supes, then who made the villains? Was it Vought or some twisted knock off? Do you have compound V or something else flowing inside your veins? And if so, why did this organisation chose us? Normal citizens with no criminal background? It's not like all of you had no family or friends or anything, no, you knew a proud and married mom of 3 children who became a villain overnight. There are even some people who were pastors, nuns or imam, nursery workers whose lives are now ruined by this thing.

But still. With the villain's accusations, you still had faith. You knew by now how supes actually were. A bunch of drugged up criminals with colourful costume but with a pristine white reputation thanks to the big V. Someone had to do something about it. Civilians were dying by the dozens every day because of supes.

 “She was on the road”, “I said get out of the way”, “It was self defence”, “It had nothing to do with race or gender”. I’ve heard those sentences thousands of times now. A-train who straight went through a girl, Sun Light who burned someone with 3rd degree burns during a chase, Homelander when he lasered a random guy, Blue Hawk when he killed an innocent young black man. The list goes on and on.

 When you discovered that there were others like yourself, and how supes just wouldn't take the blame for their actions, you decided to find the most powerful, strong, and fast people like you to build a whole team.

Your name is Y/N, you control atoms and you’re what they call a supervillain.

A/n : So it's my very first story, hope y'all like it. If there are mistakes it's totally normal english isnt my first language. Thank you for reading 😊

A/n 2 : I changed a couple things, again tell me if you have any remarks😊

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Did Sam have to sign the Accords when he and the other Secret Avengers got pardoned? I think he would have had to as a condition of being a government contractor.

Okay, I realise this might not be the answer you were looking for but I haven't done a thorough meta on Sam for some time. I think someone asked me previously about Sam's characterisation being different in TFATWS and I've now had a good think and...yes, I'd agree.

Sam, like Bucky, had very limited dialogue prior to TFATWS, but like Bucky, he had character defining moments within those few lines. His introduction in CATWS was just as significant as Bucky's reintroduction. Where Bucky's story mirrored Steve's, Sam's story is a parallel but Sam's actually a few steps ahead of Steve in his life. TFATWS chooses to ignore most of what pre-existing canon has said about Sam, in particular his moral values, just as it did for Bucky.

If you loved Sam's characterisation in TFATWS and cannot tolerate any critical analysis of the way he was written in TFATWS, please stop reading, you have been warned.

And sorry guys for the super long post...

In CATWS, Sam connects with Steve by recognising that Steve was still carrying the war with him. This leads to the group session, where Sam discusses how to carry that trauma. The following discussion, where Sam reveals his loss of Riley, is the moment Steve recognises their very similar experience of losing their partners in battle. They then go on to have this exchange:

Sam: I had a really hard time finding a reason to be over there, you know. Steve: You happy now, back in the world? Sam: The number of people giving me orders is down to about zero, so hell yeah.

Two things here: Sam admits that with the loss of Riley, he lost the reason to continue fighting and this made Steve reflect on whether he wanted to keep fighting with Bucky gone. I'm not saying this with a Stucky lens: Steve looked so stumped that Sam asked if he's also looking at getting out. It's also important to note that Steve recognises Sam is further ahead in the recovery than he is, and asks Sam if there's happiness down the track. I'm not going to spend too much time on this point, but veteran trauma was a big part of Sam's introduction, both as something that made him more compassionate and stronger, and as something that drastically changed his life path. This aspect is omitted for the entirety of TFATWS.

But the bigger character moment here is Sam saying he's happy no one can give him orders. We're never given the reason Sam quit the military, but a recurring theme (prior to TFATWS) is his cynicism when it comes to authority, which suggests that he a) understands that power can be abused, and b) no longer wants to fight battles someone else picks for him.

Personally, I think this is a more defining trait for Sam than the (?fanon) belief that he is a cheerful optimistic level-headed peacemaker. Yes, Sam reasons with Steve a few times when it comes to Bucky -- "he doesn't know you", "(he'd do it for you) 1945 maybe" -- he's playing devil's advocate because he knows Steve can't be objective about Bucky.

Everywhere else though? Sam's just as ready to give a middle finger to selfish leaders and broken organisations as Steve is. While Sam is fairly optimistic about people, he has a stubborn cynical streak when it comes to organisations.

See this exchange when Sam signs up with Steve:

Steve: So how do the two most wanted people in Washington kidnap a SHIELD officer in broad daylight. Sam: (throws down his file like a gauntlet) The answer is you don't.

Or this better remembered exchange when Steve firmly tells Fury that SHIELD can't be salvaged:

Steve: How many paid the price before you did? Fury: Look, I didn't know about Barnes. Steve: Even if you had, would you have told me? Or would you have compartmentalized that, too? S.H.I.E.L.D., HYDRA, it all goes. Sam: Don't look at me. I do what he does, just slower.

The other two people in the room are Maria and Natasha, who by nature of their knowledge and their background would rightly be wary about trying to salvage SHIELD.

But Sam, the ex-military vet, unequivocally taking Steve's side? Firstly, he shelters Steve and Nat when they confess they're being hunted by "everyone", even before he knew what was going on. At no point does he doubt or question Steve's motives. Secondly, Sam offers to break the law and kidnap a federal officer based on a brief conversation he heard between - sure, two famous Avengers - two people he had just met. Thirdly, as Steve says, Sam "had gotten out for a reason", but a fight against a corrupt government agency was enough to convince Sam to take up arms. And fourth, Sam says “I do what he does” immediately after Steve questions Fury about compartmentalisation and military veterans paying the price. I don’t think the placement of Sam’s line is accidental - it’s very likely that he’s had first hand experience of these same issues, either before or in relation to Riley’s death.

Something - we may never know but this is the story that Sam deserved to tell - has happened to turn a passionately patriotic and optimistic man like Sam into one deeply distrustful of government authority, to the point that he was ready to lay down his life for a near-stranger against a government that he had fought for only a few years ago.

Let's move onto the Sokovian Accords discussion in CACW.

Rhodes: Secretary Ross has a Congressional Medal of Honor, which is one more than you have. Sam: So let's say we agreed to this thing. How long is it gonna be before they lojack us like a bunch of common criminals? Rhodes: 117 countries wanna sign this. 117, Sam, and you're just like, "Nah, it's cool." Sam: How long are you gonna play both sides?

Firstly, low blow Rhodes, and Ross has a long history of unethical dealings so the congressional medal means nothing. Secondly - look at Sam's prescience; within days everything happened exactly as he predicted. It started with they need to report to the UN and ended with Scott and Clint going under house arrest for years while the rest went on the run. Thirdly, Sam has no qualms in calling out Rhodes' hypocrisy in playing for both sides, just as he mocks Tony's hypocrisy later in the movie when Tony asks for the Siberian location.

Sam knew this was the way things would play out because rules are often made by powerful people to benefit themselves. Is it his previous experience with the military or his experience as an African American? Either way, what is clear throughout CATWS and CACW is Sam does not trust authority figures because he predicts (correctly) they will inevitably abuse their power. It is also clear that Sam takes no bullshit, whether that's from allies like Rhodes, adversaries like T'Challa or Tony, or enemies like Rumlow. And finally, Sam understands and cares strongly about veteran trauma because he has had first-hand experience, and he had poured his energy into supporting others like himself.

Final warning if you can't take any criticism of TFATWS’s portrayal of Sam, CLICK [X] AND EXIT THIS PAGE.

So how do we reconcile this Sam, who took over a year of persuasion from Steve to even agree to signing up with the Avengers - another group of authoritative figures who could potentially abuse their power - with the guy who appears at the start of TFATWS killing Libyans (or French?) in Tunisia for the American military? How do we reconcile the Sam who staunchly opposed the Accords with the Sam who is gunning for the same military that put him in the Raft? I don't know.

How do we reconcile the Sam calling Rhodes out for arguing for both sides, with the Sam who tells Karli he agrees with her cause then carries her body down into a street filled with the American military and NYPD? How do we reconcile the Sam who took no compromises in a three-man revolution against SHIELD, with the Sam who compromises with the GRC by giving a speech that spoke nothing of specifics, and compromises with the US government by getting a statue but no recompense for Isaiah's men? How do we reconcile the Sam who passionately throws himself into becoming a counsellor and who gently steers Steve towards recognising the trauma he carries, with the Sam who's unable to acknowledge his own anger or grief over Steve's absence, and who is unable to recognise Bucky's or Walker's military-related traumas? (Because I'm sure someone will come at me, I'm saying "recognise" not "treat" or "accommodate".)

The thing is, Sam - just like Steve - is a BAMF who has no time for BS, and is adept at seeing through powerful organisations trying to manipulate the masses, and he doesn't compromise. While Tony almost talked Steve into signing the Accords, Sam never budged, because he knew what the ramifications of having their freedom compromised means -- a perfect segue into how Sam’s experience as a Black veteran has shaped this view.

The path Steve embarked on in CATWS should have led into a disengagement from the propaganda image of "Captain America". Steve has to realise that to truly represent the core values of truth, freedom and justice, he will need to fight the ultimate battle against institutions buried in America's government that work to ensure these values remain inaccessible to the masses. Just as Sam was a few years ahead of Steve on the trauma recovery path, pre-TFATWS Sam is also a few years ahead of Steve in his recognition and opposition of corrupt institutions.

Unfortunately, the MCU has been acquired by the very corporations Steve and Sam would have been fighting against, and the pro-military/pro-authority undertones of the franchise have...well, become overtones. Sam was allowed to hold anti-authority views as a side character, but as the protagonist in a Disney franchise? His moral stance had to be rewritten to fit Disney's pro-military messaging, and that's a bigger travesty for Sam's character and the Captain America franchise than arguing over whether his advice to Bucky was correct or not.

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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 37

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Five more chapters to go, guys. This is coming to an end 😭 I enjoyed writing it so, so much! In this chapter we have fluff. Literally only fluff and snark, because my babies have suffered enough. And the remainder is gonna be the same. Because fuck pain.

Coulson was mad. Outwardly, of course, he seemed as level-headed as ever, handing out orders and signing papers out left and right, but coming to sit within five feet of him seemed like the worst mistake I had recently made. His phone was ringing practically non-stop and he answered every call, sometimes speaking in different languages I didn't understand, sometimes in rapid-fire English that sounded like Morse code to me.

I'd never been sent to the principal's office but I imagine that's how it feels like. Finally, his shoulders sagged and the breath he took in left his lungs slowly, deflating his body into a tense ball of quiet fury.

"You and mister Brock ruined months worth of investigation and undercover work," The agent finally spoke. "But I can't even be mad at you properly. We've apprehended the main culprit, detained all of his followers except select few that Dr. Xavier took upon himself to handle," His words shocked me; not at all the scolding I was expecting. A deeper part of me was even afraid I'd be taken away and buried under so much red tape not even Tony's seemingly endless money and influence could have gotten me out. "I... Really don't know what more to say." Coulson folded his hands atop the desk, looking over me with a blank look.

"A thank you would be nice," I let my mouth run before the words even really registered in my brain, the cursed thing.

The agent chortled, "Perhaps, we really do owe you a solid one," Before standing up and walking over to the coffee machine in the far corner of his office. "Coffee?" He motioned to a pile of empty cups next to it. I nodded and he set to work. "The guys should be back in two hours, tops," He remarked off-handedly, watching me out of the corner of his eye. There was no way he had missed how my body relaxed into the uncomfortable office chair at the news. "Nobody is hurt except Rogers but I think he'd find how to hurt himself even on recon duty." The man laughed, bringing over two cups of dark, delicious, steamiy hot bean juice. Nhghhgg.

"Steve is a dumbass," I agreed amicably, blowing over the rim of the cup. The stone of coffee on it's own seemed to wake up my previously anxious, half-empty half-racing brain. The past twelve hours were full of urgency, the team being called in for assistance in mere minutes after my and Venom's return to the tower.

They barely had time to wipe their tears and shelf their worries before the suit-up call came, haste hugs and kisses being traded on their way to the quinjet. Coulson showed up not much later after that, a quinjet of his own and a stack of papers for Eddie to fill out, stern instructions for me to follow him and stay glued to his side at all times. I didn't need to ask: it was obvious there was a rat in SHIELD, again. Thankfully, the rat was discovered before they could come and try to increase their odds by doing something to me; I'd hid out in Coulson's office, crashing down into a strange, most likely Venom-induced sleep as footsteps raced past the door.

I'd woken up anxious and disoriented, the owner of the office pacing along the furthest wall and pointedly whispering into his cellphone. The rest was history.

"Your father called," The agent remarked, watching my reaction carefully. "Said to call him back whenever you can."

I was drained, beyond wrung out, and not just from my latest stunt as a parasitic symbiotic alien's host. The past couple of months were a nightmare, an anxiety-riddled, paranoia-spiced mess of a shit show. I was very much looking forward to breathing freely and enjoying my science without hiding my WIPs, enjoying my relationship (s) without fear of being abducted and sending my men into a panicked, destructive spiral.

My voice remained even as I carefully contemplated and spoke my next words. "He can go fuck himself. Him and that harpy of a woman," I sighed: disappointed in my parents, but not surprised. "I'm freshly out of fucks to give. I'm done."

Coulson, if he even was surprised, didn't show it. His expression remained neutral and supportive. "I understand you. There's enough basis for us to aid you in creating a new identity for you, if you'd like," He pushed a stack of papers towards me.

I chewed on my lip in contemplation. It would be handy, sure, I could be rid of the curse that became of my family name and my parents couldn't legally do anything at all to me; on the other side there was my name plastered on several inventions and projects I'd done over the years. In all my years, I was taught that my name is to be my business card.

The decision was obvious. "No, thank you," I looked at him, hoping to convey the sincerity. "I think I will be okay."

He smiled and went back to his paperwork, all but verbally dismissing me. As soon as I finished my coffee and washed the mug, the couch called to me once again and I curled up under the fleece blanket Coulson had thrown over me while I slept, alternating my attention between sneaking glances at his concentrated form and my cellphone and the few meager games it had. There was no signal and no wi-fi access on the Helicarrier. Security reasons, blah blah blah...

A knock sounded out, startling me out of my sluggish thoughts; one of Coulson's hands crawled down to one of the drawers on his right side where I assumed he had hidden a gun. "Come in," He called out, shooting me a pointed look. I sat up, alert.

"M'here to pick up - uh - a Baby," A tired but amused, familiar voice called out. Clint stepped into the room, still wearing his dirty and bloody uniform, and, as my eyes briefly scanned him, the archer appeared to be unhurt save for a few bruises here and there. His eyes landed on me immediately, visibly relieved.

"Waa," I deadpanned indignantly, raising my hands like a toddler would do when they wanted to be picked up. The only thing Clint was missing was a courier's ball cap.

"I assume the mission went smoothly?" Coulson asked, a soft grin and even softer eyes landing on our interaction.

Clint nodded affirmative, walking over and picking me up with ease, disregarding my shierk completely and stopping only when I poked him in the ear - closest appendage to me - in retaliation. His eyes were laughing and his tone was flat. "Caw caw, motherfucker," He announced to me flatly, waving goodbye to Coulson.

We passed more than a dozen agents giving us the biggest side-eye as I dangled over his shoulder, ass up in the air, fiddling with the numerous straps of his gear as Clint power-walked us to the Avengers quinjet. I'd even stuck out my tongue to some dude pointing a finger at us.

My family was already loaded into the vehicle, all in various stages of dirty, bloody and undressed. Coulson's words were true - only Steve sported a wide bandage over his shoulder, neck and head - one look at Bucky and I just knew the Captain would be regretting his stupidity in a few hours time. Even Stephen was there, looking unhurt but very annoyed and tired, as he hovered a few feet off the ground with Cloaky majestically swaying behind him.

"And what the fuck was that little performance for?" I asked once Clint deposited me in the very front row, between a dozing Bruce and a tinkering Tony.

"I had strict instructions from the Hulk," The archer grinned, pushing a few buttons on the dashboard of the vehicle. In seconds, we took off home.

"Oh, hi," Bruce must've heard his green counterpart being mentioned; his eyes cracked open just as I smiled at the scientist and reached over to brush his curly mop of hair out of his face. "M'yes, Hulk is demanding you do not set foot on the ground these days," Bruce was sleepy and warm, so soft when he kissed my hand, I felt my heart swell.

"Gonna spoil me rotten, you lot," I snorted, keeping the happy smile and the warm feeling as Stephen came back from the Astral world, opening his eyes and giving me a grin of his own.

"That's my job," Tony mumbled, still very occupied with a part of his suit. I turned around expecting a kiss; I had to stifle an ugly snort upon discovering one of the parts of his Iron Man suit got damaged and stuck, making a part of the chestplate render one of his arms temporarily immobile. Tony looked like a frustrated toddler building Legos.

"Someone get me a screwdriver and some pliers," I gently pried away the calloused fingers away from the jagged piece of metal, kissing Tony's cheek in the moments until Natasha handed me the required instruments. Tony was free, grimacing in discomfort as he stretched and rotated his arm, in little under ten minutes. "What happened to the nanosuit?" I asked, not remembering the last time I'd seen Tony in one of his older, clunkier creations.

"They had some sort of technopath mutant," He grumbled - I had discovered the source of his ire. "Turns out, Bruce snuck in my special anti-mutant suit I'd made ages ago. Nanosuit got destroyed in seconds and Hulk had to carry me back to the quinjet for a change of equipment," Despite his sour mood, Tony was visibly more relaxed than since the day I confessed I'd been drugged. "Brucie-bear, this is exactly why it remained a prototype."

"It's better to get stuck in a suit than to be a meat pancake on the sidewalk," Used to Tony's tantrums, Bruce merely blinked and continued eating the chocolate that he procured only God knew where.

I locked eyes with Stephen, both of us shaking our heads in almost identical, semi-fond semi-annoyed way. Ah, sweet sweet normalcy.

There were towers of pizza boxes as we arrived in the tower; a couple of agents got all but yeeted out by Tony, with little to no thank you as they had been the ones that arranged the food for us - still, I understood Tony's dislike of the super-secret organisation and merely paid the two for the pizza, politely waving goodbye as they side-eyed Tony with disdain.

Then, I had to tow both Clint and Thor as they attempted to begin eating, still wearing muddy bloody clothes - of course, I did not possess the physical strength required to handle two adult men, so I merely began a small lecture on parasites (Stephen gleefully joined in) and both of them scattered towards the showers like two spooked little first-graders.

I also used the brief moment of stagnation to hug Loki; these days he didn't freeze in surprise but rather warmly hugged me back, whispering something cheeky to me as I buried my face in his chest. Stephen was the one to cough extra-loudly to attempt to separate us - it was, once again, unanimously decided to have a family dinner and a cuddle pile straight after. Food coma had never sounded nicer.

"So, what'd Coulson say to you?" Clint asked curiously as we all settled in, freshly showered and those who needed it, re-bandaged. I was warm and toasty between Tony and Stephen, wearing the former's gym shorts and the latter's hoodie, Bruce's t-shirt underneath it. The scientist himself was drooling onto Tony's shoulder, somwhere between sleep and awareness, glasses askew.

"He basically thanked me and offered me a new identity," I shrugged, polishing off the last of my smoothie and handing the second bottle over to Loki. As usual, no food was wasted and I always had someone to finish my leftovers, especially since Bucky tended to think I could eat as much as him and kept trying to overfeed me like a foie gras goose.

"Congrats, you've been adopted," Natasha snorted from her place between Clint and Steve. Only the red of her hair was visible behind the man-bulk and the blankets.

"Uh," My response was, as always, deeply informative and astute.

"He likes to take in strays," Clint full-belly laughed. "Me at first, then Natasha. He's got a soft spot for Tony and Bucky but he won't admit it."

My eyebrows rose. "That's... That's my job?" I remembered the whole Venom/Eddie situation, our rogue wizard. Coulson was aiming for my place- the audacity! "He can't just do that!"

"And you can?" Stephen's finger booped my nose, making me huff and cuddle up to Tony, turning my butt towards the sorcerer to show him exactly what I thought about his observations. He only laughed harder. "Sounds like someone's a little jealous."

"Okay, boomer," I rolled my eyes. Stephen Strange, a supreme troll is what he is.

"But that's why you love me," He continued as others around us groaned and snorted, too used to us teasing each other about our age difference and my old man kink. Whatever, I got to bang my hot old men anyways.

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Come Into My Life

This is my entry for @nekoannie-chan​‘s writing challenge. Congratulations on 500followers :D! Thank you so much for letting me participate!

This is a series. The remaining parts will be posted throughout the day. It is a Thor fanfic with a song prompt “Entra en mi Vida” (its a beautiful song, i highly recommend).

Song Prompt: Entra en mi Vida by Sin Bandera 

Warnings: swearing, like a lot of it. Mentions of human experimentation. that’s it?? Also, people are idiots here, folks. bare with me.

Summary: You live in a world where soulmates don’t exist. Like, at all. All that meant to be, fate has chosen nonsense? Not real. Literal, actual, from-the-TV-screen fairytale. So... why is the God of Thunder convinced that you’re his?

Part One: Entra en mi vida, te abro la puerta

"So—" You clear your throat, throwing yourself onto the only empty seat, "—all jokes aside, guys. What the fuck!"

Everyone blinks at you, drinks in their hands and confusion all over their faces.

You stare back at them, completely dismissing the new sets of eyes staring at you. "No, seriously, like what the fuck?" You reiterate. "Like, no guys, this fuck needs an answer. What the fuck."

"Are we supposed to know what this fuck is?" Ghost asks, the first among the group of five to surpass her confusion. "Because I have a what the fuck for that what the fuck."

You reach over to grab her drink and she – having been used to your antics after three years of friendship – moves it closer for you to grab. You take a sip, let the taste of her chamomile tea settle on your tongue, blanch and give it back.

"So, you know how the Avengers got their asses whipped after they pulled a deadbeat dad, right?" You make grabby hands towards Hope's drink, and she – just like Ghost – pushes it over to you.

"Careful," she grimaces, "it has a kick to it."

"So did Thanos," You mumble as you take a sip of her drink. The espresso sits heavily on your tongue and you swear you can feel it stain your teeth. "What the actual fuck, Hope? What is this? And why does it not have sugar?"

She chooses to roll her eyes at you and mimic the remaining two new faces by staying quiet. Her eyes narrow at you in warning.

"Don't get a tude with me, missy—" You wag your finger at her, “—you're the one that MIA'd for five years without a return address and pissed off the Feds. Like, seriously, what the fuck guys? We had plans and everything! Why the fuck would you leave me alone for that long? You know how I get when I'm not forced to socialise!"

Ghost snorts. "Don't be a baby."

Pouting, because you’re very mature, you feign a sniffle and stick your tongue out at her. "Weeeeeh."

The dude with the annoyingly short blond hair snorts, consequently gaining your attention, and tries to hide his smile with his cup.

"You're new," you narrow your eyes at him. "Why are you new? And why do you look like the dude that owes me 12K for wrecking my car?"

"Oh my god—" Ghost grumbles in the background, "—not this again."

"I have bills and crippling debts and things that need to be paid for, Ghost!"

"You're a trust fund baby, you shithead!" She argues. "You don't know what crippling debt looks like!"

"You don't know that! My investment portfolio has been crumbling since the stock market crashed last year due to the recession."

Sam grins cheekily at you. "You have no idea what you just said, do you?"

Huffing and puffing, all you can say is. "Let's go back to the what the fuck that needs to be discussed." You glare at him pointedly, "then maybe, we can discuss why you're still here and why you came back from ashes."

"I know you missed me, cupcake." The evil bastard reaches over and pinches your cheek.

"I miss dancing on your grave," You try to swat his hand away, "now, thanks to your selfishness, I need a new dance floor. Very rude of you to not stay dead."

"You're adorable."

"As I was whatting the fucks," You turn back to Hope and Ghost, "when the fuck did my life become Thor versus Thanos, and why am I the Thor without the hammer to fight Thanos?"

"Is that your what the fuck?"  Ghost frowns.

It's her turn to get glared at. "Don't act like you haven't seen the footage. You know exactly how badly Thor got yeeted off his high horse. I'm only regretful that Captain Wrecking Ball wasn't knocked off his."

"You know he's over here, right?" Hope, ever the oblivious one to your obvious jabs, points at the dude that wrecked your car.

"Yeah, unlike my car and the check he has yet to hand over but hey—" lifting up the cup of espresso, you grin at her "—when life gives you lemons."

"I'm still confused and offended about the Thanos reference." Sam, the gift from the bad side of Pandora's box, begins. "What do we have to do with your life?"

"What does pulling a deadbeat dad mean?" The other new dude asks, his face is both the definition of confused and annoyed. "And what does it have to do with the Avengers?"

You frown. "Now I'm confused—"

"Oh no—" Ghost grimaces.

"—Why do you look like the dude from Gossip Girl but also like the dude on the UN's wanted poster of 20something?" You turn to Sam for assistance. "Doesn't he look like that old geezer from the museum?"

Sam grins, leans back in his seat to take a proper look at the manbun dude. Your table is the round one placed at the corner – the irony – and, until recently, it has always been occupied by the four of you. That was before they decided to ghost you for half a decade.

 "Now that you mention it—"

"Oh, fuck off." Manbun snaps at Sam, and you swear you've never fallen in love faster in your entire life than you have in that moment.

Your grin is wide and shit-eating as you put the cup down. You extend your hand to Manbun and wiggle your freshly painted — somehow chapped – fingers.

"I'd tell you my name but it's better if you just called me sweetheart," You’re still grinning. "What's your sign and what time can you pick me up?"

He blinks at you, still confused, and frowns at your hand. Slowly, because you’re a patient girl, you lean over and pry his left hand away from his cup. You place your palm in his and wrap your fingers around each other.

"I'd ask for your name but I think I'll settle for calling you babe," You shake his hand, and then place it back on the cup. "Or hun. I'd call you handsome, but that's too tacky and we—” You point between the both of you, " – don't do tacky."

You sit back in your seat and glance at Sam. "Well... Most of the time anyway."

At this, the rest of your life flashes you a grin. "How does eight o'clock sound?"

"It sounds like a recipe for disaster." Ghost cuts in, narrowing her eyes at you. "Back off, shithead. You've hurt enough of my coworkers"

Jaw dropping and shock feigning, you gasp. "How is that my fault?"

"Is that joke?" Ghost frowns, "because I feel like it's a joke. Three incidences with the analysts and five tech support team make it look like a joke."

You scoff at that. "Look, if your little back up boys can't handle the essence of a real woman, then that's not my fault." Confidently – and silently annoyed – you also add. "Plus, I actually did SHIELD, or whatever ridiculous name you're calling the remake of a failed organisation, a favour. If your boys behind the boys in spandex can't handle being told off by a 'mouse' as they call us, then they shouldn't be behind the dude that wrecked my car.

 "But now that I've said that out loud—" You pause, "—I finally understand why the Avengers are so bad at their job. I mean, with such poor support systems, it's no wonder boy blue and red uses cars as a landing mechanism. It's almost as if he's never heard of a parachute."

There's a pregnant pause as you pretend to ponder the situation. The new dude with the blond hair has visibly turned red and is shifting uncomfortably in his seat. Manbun has a very permanent looking frown smeared all over his face and you’re pretty sure you've just ruined whatever chances you had of giving him children. And Sam, because he's Sam and is patiently waiting his turn to roast you, has the biggest shit-eating grin on his face.

Ghost pretends to scowl at you, even though you’re pretty sure she's already drawing up the schematics for the pedestal she's about to build for you. Hope, because she's Hope and has first-hand experience of dealing with spoilt little brats that use creative antics to slowly drive people away, decides to use that exact moment to sigh and expose you.

"Hey sweetheart," she begins in that voice of betrayal. "Can you, like, not be an antisocial, territorial pain in the ass for five minutes and be nice? Stop trying to get our guests to leave with your little mind games, yeah?"

You blink at her. Once, twice. Because the betrayal always takes a few moments to sink in.

"They're not mind games." You retort. "Boy Blue over there did wreck my car. He used it to cushion his fall, because apparently the super-secret organisation that harbours entitled idiots doesn't invest in parachutes."

"But you don't even need that 12K—"

"I didn't ask for the 12k. I just simply pointed out that his reckless behaviour is very costly for those who suffer for it."

"Okay, guys—" Ghost tries to interject, but it's too late. The fire has already started, and Hope and you have never been on the same page when it comes to anything involving the Avengers.

"You're being unreasonable now. You, of all people, should understand that some things are out of our control."

"That doesn't excuse or make the damage done alright. The ruining of people’s livelihoods isn’t a necessary evil for your super heroe'ing righteousness." You point out, eyes narrowed, and teeth bared. "I, of all people, don't understand your defence. Because I don't use the lab that made me as an excuse to get away with the bad shit I do to people. Whether intentionally or not."

"Really? Because you weren't singing that same song when you cashed in on all that HYDRA inheritance."

"I am not the people that made me and it's not like I'm vacationing the money away. Or have you forgotten about that harbour I had to fix because your boyfriend decided to grow a few sizes?"

"Oh, how could I forget? It's not like you rub it in his face every time he tries to so much as even say hi to you."

"People should be held accountable for their actions. Excuse me for exercising my fifth amendment because I don't think communicating with the guy that turned your dad into a fugitive by siding with the anti-accords gang is cool!"

"That accords was messed and you know it!"

“Yeah, but I didn’t go around trying to be a vigilante about it!”

"Just admit that your stance for the accords is only because you need the government's protection against ex-Hydra agents."

She hit a cord and she knows it. "You're treading on very thin ice, Hope."

 "Scared they might come back and finish what they started? Now that Pierce and Rumlow are gone, there's nothing stopping them from finishing what they started, is there?"

"You know," You sigh, reaching for Ghost's drink and taking a sip. "At least, I don't have to abduct a man from his home, nearly ruin his chances at freedom, risk his life numerous times for my personal gain, just cause I have a theory about my mom's whereabouts. And then—" You let out a condescending laugh at the thought, "—have the audacity to look him in the eye and call it love. Because, ya know, turning a guy into a science experiment and berating him for doing what he thought was right is so romantic."

She's turning red. You can see it before it actually happens and there is a sick sense of pleasure coursing through your veins at the thought. At the fact that you’re the one pressing all the buttons.

Boy, are you fucked up.

"Damn." Sam mumbles, then chortles, then belts out a laugh. "Shit. Who pissed in your gourmet breakfast?"

"People," You scowl at him. “Fucking people. Because, now call me a bitch if you insist, I don't remember telling management to sign a deal with SHIELD."

"What the fuck?" Ghost, ever so caring, contributes to your bewilderment and pissy mood.

You nod frantically at her. "Exactly! What the fuck! Do you see why I needed you guys so bad? Like, it's like the creation of the Strike Force all over again!"

"Hold on—" Captain Damage Ball cuts in. "—I'm confused. What exactly is going on and what does SHIELD have to do with it?"

"Oh boy. Germany, here we go again—"

"Don't be an asshole, shithead."

 --

 When SHIELD fell and Black Widow released all those classified documents to the public, your existence was made known to the public. It turned out that running a terrorist cell inside a super-secret organisation wasn't the only thing Pierce had hidden from the world. You were.

You were supposed to be an experiment. Another volunteer, like the Twins, for Hydra's ultimate plan. Another Bucky Barnes, but without the constant torture to keep you mindless and loyal.

 You were supposed to be the next generation. The Rumlow that wouldn't need force and violence to get the job done. That was the requirement. Those were the orders. That's what you were supposed to be.

Instead, somewhere deep in the dark, cold corners of an abandoned Hydra lab, the inhumane attempt of creating Winter Soldiers through 'natural means' had taken place.

The surrogates were all volunteers, the scientist claimed.

The procedure was necessary for the mission, the doctor explained.

This is the only way forward, the master mind behind that plan argued.

Rumlow took care of the agents himself. Pierce burned down that lab himself. And, out of all the children born, you were the only one that lived longer than the rest. The others were unfortunate enough to be experimented on, before Rumlow found out.

Not knowing who to trust, Pierce kept you hidden from the world and Hydra. He never hid the truth from you, nor did Rumlow. They knew that, at some point, those that knew about the lab would eventually find you, and you needed to be prepared for when they did.

When SHIELD fell, the paper trail that led to your existence was small – miniscule, even – but it was there. Sam found it, but he kept you a secret as well until you were ready for the whole world to know.

But the world wasn't waiting for you to be ready. It wasn't that patient, nor kind. Because, with everything out in the open, chaos ensued, and you were still – at the end of the day – the next generation. All those assets couldn't remain frozen forever and all those lives that were ruined by Hydra couldn't remain unaided.

So, you had to step out and – begrudgingly – announce your existence to the world. Put a huge target on your back and claim the inheritance that Pierce had unwittingly left you.

"I'm gonna go piss off alot of bad people—" You had said to Sam over the phone, right before your News Interview. "What do you think I should start with?"

He wasn't having any of it. "Did you just wait for me to leave the country so you could do something stupid?"

"Of course not, I'm not you—" You scoffed, checking your outfit again. "—I hired a hacker to fake a series of cyber-attacks. Then I asked that girl, you know – the one that could walk through walls, to freak a bunch of people out. So, you know, it could be an Avenger level threat, but not the kind that needed Captain Spandex, so they'd send you. Then I scheduled the interview for the night of the supposed attack, because I knew you'd be gone—"

"Are you kidding me, Y/N— Clint, turn this thing around now!"

"—So, I was thinking I show up on stage and say 'the law says I can take all those assets and I'm gonna use them to do the exact opposite of what my ex-bosses would've wanted'. How does that sound?"

"Do me a favour. Don't move. I wanna kill you myself."

You grinned. "I knew you'd love it."

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