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anime-alyssa · 5 years ago

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princess alderaan - pt 2

one | two | three | four

tag-list: @ihavefailedyouanakin , @bitch-imma-head-out , @ravngers , @xxsirensong , @benskywsolo , @theroyalbrownbarbie

also on ao3.

“Just…don’t do anything stupid” “I’ll try but I can’t guarantee anything”

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Leia had not stopped bragging to you for weeks about how she was right and how she knew you and Poe would be good together. She told you about how she threatened demotion, Chewie told you about how he threatened to rip his arm out of his socket (Poe didn't understand Wookiese, so you had to translate that for him, with laughter), and despite at least those threats (you also knew he definitely got more from other people, like Rey at least) he stuck around. He stole kisses from you in the corner of the Command Center, behind his X-Wing, and outside of your quarters.

You took late-night walks with him through the jungle almost every night. He told you about his life - his parents, his 'rebellious' phase after his mother passed and his job as a Spice Runner before going into the Resistance. You told him about growing up with Ben, the trouble the two of you would get into that drove your mother absolutely mad, and then living with your dad as a teenager on the Falcon and smuggling together.

Despite how the Resistance felt about your brother (the ones who knew what happened to him, that is), Poe let you talk about him endlessly. Which you were thankful for, because your mother got depressed whenever you talked about Ben or brought him up and you didn't think anyone else would care. But Poe did. He laughed at your antics and when you told him the story of when you two almost crashed the Falcon trying to get it to just lift off, resulting in two weeks worth of chores on the ship from your father as punishment. He really got a kick out of that one.

"I was 10 and he was 14 - he should have known better but how was I supposed to know better?" you said in your defense.

"Best pilot in the galaxy, huh?" he replied to you with a smirk, wrapping his arms around your waist in the moonlight. Poe didn't give you a chance to fight back because his lips were on yours in a matter of seconds. Every time you kissed, you felt butterflies in your stomach and felt sparks on your lips. He was a pain in the ass but he absolutely swept you off your feet, and you weren't complaining. His hand always found its way to your hair, gently knotting itself there as yours found the back of his neck, attempts to bring you two closer than before. You ended up flush against each others bodies - as flush as you could get with clothes on.

You and Poe had discussed taking things slow. You had never really dated before - who would even dare try to go near you with Han Solo and a Wookie for body guards in your teens - and Poe was just really trying to not screw things up. You only just got past the touching each other territory and exploring each others bodies in the darkened room of his quarters, and while he may seem like the type who would want to immediately move things to third base, he was ever so gentle with you and refused to do anything to you that you weren't comfortable with.

He made you incredibly happy, anybody with eyes could see that. And you did the same to him.

Currently, the two of you were laying on his bed, you in one of his shirts and him in just his boxers, dreading getting up for the morning. His arms were around your waist and his head was buried into your neck, sound asleep. You woke before him most mornings like these, knowing that you had to get back to your quarters with your mother to change and get ready. However, he didn't make it easy for you. The second you moved he would hold you tighter, grumbling about how you didn't have to leave so early.

"Only one of us can be late for the meeting, and it's not going to be me." you whispered to him after he finishing complaining. He let out a tired laugh as he rolled onto his back, bringing you on top of him. You softly kissed him, using this as your means for escape. He complained as you threw on your pants and your own shirt instead of his, getting ready to depart his quarters.

"One of these days, you're not going to need to leave to get ready." he said tiredly to you, slowly trudging himself out of bed to say goodbye until later. He wrapped his bare arms around you and kissed you again. "I'll see you later, babe."

"Counting on it. Don't be late!" you said, scolding him as you walked out the door. You heard him huff with laughter as you shut it behind you, making your way over to your quarters and walking in quietly, in an attempt to not disturb your mother if she was still sleeping.

"Why don't you just leave clothes at Dameron's quarters? You already sleep there almost every night." your mother asked you as you walked in. Of course, you couldn't get lucky and have her be sleeping. That would just be the kind of luck that you knew you didn't have.

"I don't sleep there that often." you mumbled, going into your bedroom to use your refresher and get ready. Leia scoffed, walking out the door and leaving you to get ready. Deep down, you knew she was right. You should just leave some stuff at his place, but your inner anxiety told you that doing that would be to much of a commitment between you two. You knew that you liked Poe a lot, but you hadn't even told each other that you loved each other.

Did you love him? Probably. But did he love you? You didn't know. A relationship was uncharted territory for the two of you. You knew that you had never felt feelings this strong for anyone else in your life.

Those were things you would have to figure out at another time. For now, you needed to finish getting ready to go to a meeting with your mother and the rest of the base. You slipped into some fresh clothes quickly, brushing your hair out as you went and putting it in a low, lazy braid before walking out the door. You realized you were probably going to be late as you walked out the door, knowing that you'd probably hear it from Poe as you arrived. Sure enough, he shot a smirk your way as you went and stood by him.

"Only one of us can be late, huh?" he said to you. You shushed him as Leia looked at you narrowly, beginning the meeting.

"As many of you know, not only are we low on supplies but our spy in the First Order has recently contacted us. They claim to have some information on the rumored return of Emperor Palpatine. I know we haven't heard any of this ourselves through our radios, but we need to take any crumb we can get on this matter." Leia said to the group. You sighed next to Poe, almost forgetting about the Palpatine rumors all together. He placed a hand on your back and spoke up to the group.

"General, I volunteer myself for this mission. Let me, Finn and Rey get the supplies and the information. As long as we have the drop points and coordinates, we will be fine." Poe said to her.

"And what ship do you intend to use for that?" she asked him. You felt Poe stiffen next to you, and you immediately knew that he was going to ask. Chewie made a low growl from behind you, signaling that he knew too.

"With General Solo's permission... the Falcon." he said slowly. Chewbacca put a paw on your shoulder and Finn looked at you from next to Rey and Rose, as did your mother. Sighing, you spoke up.

"Only if I'm allowed on the mission and Chewbacca and I fly." you proposed. Chewbacca growled out that it was a fair deal, Poe sighing next to you now.

"General Solo can go on the mission with you, and she pilots, Chewbacca co-pilots. Rey stays with me for training. You'll use R2 to save the transmission data, so he'll go as well." Leia said back to you. You nodded, as did Poe and Finn. Chewbacca roared that he would go get the ship ready for take off as the meeting concluded. You were just about to follow Chewbacca when your mother snatched your arm. "Be careful. And you - just.... don't do anything stupid." she said to you, directing her last statement to Poe.

"I'll try, but I can't guarantee anything." Poe said back to her. She slapped his arm and looked back at you.

"He meant to say yes." you said as you lead Poe away from her, Finn following behind.

"General, are you sure you're okay with coming?" Finn asked you.

"Yes, Finn. If I wasn't, I wouldn't have volunteered to come in the first place. Plus, I'm not letting Poe ruining my father's ship again." you said, walking onto the Falcon.

"I mess up the hyperdrive one time..." he mumbled as you made your way to the pilots seat. Poe slid into the seat behind you and Finn on the opposite behind Chewie. R2 beeped in encouragement from behind all of you, locking himself down as to not move. You plugged the coordinates in and with shaky hands, began to take off. You lifted off from the planet quickly, seeing the ground get smaller below you until eventually, you were in the stars and could see the planet below you.

"Prepare to make the jump. Strap in, boys. Lock down, R2." you said to them. Chewbacca gave you a roar of acknowledgment as you pulled down the lever to jump into hyperspace. The Falcon soared into it, leaving you a moment to catch your breath. Chewbacca called you out for your nervousness, and in this moment you were thankful neither could understand him. "I am not! Be quiet you." you scolded back to him. Poe and Finn looked between the two of you curiously - but said nothing to try and guess what was going on. "When we arrive, Finn and Chewie will get the supplies onto the ship while Poe opens up the top hatch to get the information from the spy loaded onto R2. I'll stay over here so incase we need to make a quick getaway, we can." you told them. Everyone seemed to agree, which made you feel better as you jumped out of hyperspace.

The second you did though, your heart dropped.

"Shit - cloak the ship now!" you cursed upon seeing a few TIE fighters in the area. Chewbacca roared as he did so and you sped up, buzzing past them. "Okay, we may need to make this quicker than we thought." you said to them.

"Chewie, go with Finn to the back and get ready for the supplies, I'll take over!" Poe said to him. Chewbacca looked at you for approval and when you nodded, he did as Poe said. "This isn't going to be easy, babe." he said to you.

"I know it isn't." you told him back, going in for your landing and lowering the ramp, also opening the top hatch in the process. "Get that information!" you told him. He nodded as he stood up, running with R2 following him to get the information from the spy. You were on edge, nerves kicking in as you just had a feeling that this wasn't going to go well, like Poe said. "Hurry up!" you shouted back to them. Chewbacca and Finn were back on the Falcon, ramp now sealed and waiting on Poe.

"It's almost there!" Poe shouted back. In the distance, you could hear TIE fighters closing in. "Got it! Close the hatch and punch it!" He shouted. Chewbacca closed the hatch as you hauled ass away from the location, TIEs now following you from behind.

"Finn get on that gun!" you shouted.

"Copy that, General!" he shouted back, running to the gun. Moments later he started to shoot as Poe made his way back to the cockpit, sitting behind you and Chewbacca.

"They're tracking us, you can't make the jump without them following." Poe said to you.

"No kidding?!" you practically shouted back.

"I can get them off our trail, but you might not like it..." he said to you. Chewbacca protested immediately as you took a quick moment to think. "Trust me." he said. Reluctantly, you gave up your seat in the pilot's chair and Poe took over.

"R2, lock down!" you shouted back to the astromech. He beeped in response as you heard him do so, strapping yourself in, nervous for what was to come.

"Strap in everyone, the only way to get them off our trail is to lightspeed skip!" Poe said.

"What?!" you nearly shouted at him. Before you could protest he already had made the first jump. You were thrown back in your seat as they escaped the first jump, flying through god-knows-where.

"They're still on us, Poe!" Finn shouted from the gunner.

"I know! Just trust me, we'll be fine!" Poe shouted back to him. He got ready to make another jump, but not before the ship ran alongside a cliff.

"Poe!" you yelled to him. You were ignored as you entered yet another world, TIEs still following you even as you made it out. You were fuming at him right now. Even if he was correct about this being the only way to get the TIEs off their tale, he was practically ruining the Falcon. You were thrown back into your seat as you made one last jump, through some sort of creature, and you were back in your normal system.

"They're gone." Finn said, running back up from the guns. You sighed with relief, desperate to get home. Poe turned to you with a small smirk after he landed the ship on the ground.

"Told you we'd be fine." he said to you.

"Yeah, at what cost to my father's ship?" you said to him, getting up and running outside to see the damage. Your heart sunk when you saw the outside of the ship was on fire, thankfully already being put out by some droids. In the corner of your eye you saw your mother and Rey, sad look on both their faces.

"Baby..." he said, reaching out to you. You turned on your heel and made way for your mother, tears in your eyes. He stayed behind and watched you go this time.

#poe x reader #poe dameron x reader #princess alderaan #myshit

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littlesliceofmarvel · 5 years ago

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Faded Memories

Request/Synopsis: Reader is dating Steve Rogers, and one day something goes wrong on a mission and Steve believes she died, but she was taken in by Hydra, wiped and experimented on. Eventually, Thor saves her and the two become close as he helps her remember her life, and Steve finds out she’s alive.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of blood and torture-ish

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

A/N: This is reallllyyyy long! If there are mistakes going from third person to first person, I apologize! Also, I used google translate for the Russian so I apologize if there are mistakes there too. As always, gif isn’t mine (he’s so beautiful i want to cry), and my inbox is always open for requests! xx

The day before the team heads out on a mission usually consists of meetings, briefings, weapon stocking and no sleep. Nothing was different this time around - the team sat around the conference table at the compound listening to Fury give them every last detail and coordinate about their task.

The only thing is, no one could shake off the bad feelings they had that something was going to go wrong. Everyone felt it, but not because anyone doubted their abilities or because this mission was different than others, they just had a gut feeling.

“So, I’m going to need you guys to do this quicker than you are all expecting. Rogers, Wilson, Stark and Barnes are going to go in through the back and take down whoever is inside, Romanoff, Barton, and Y/L/N, you guys are going in through the roof, you’ll grab the hostages and set off the bomb. You guys have fifteen minutes maximum, alright?” Fury finishes, bringing up a hologram of the building they were about to break in to.

Everyone nodded, understanding their individual responsibilities. Y/N leaned back in her chair, not being able to shake away the horrible feelings she was harbouring about tomorrow night’s mission. Something wasn’t sitting right with her, and by the look Steve gave her, he was feeling the same.

Fury dismissed everyone and told them they were wheels up at 3pm tomorrow, so rest was important. Y/N sat back as everyone shuffled out of the room, waiting for Steve to approach her so she could walk out with him.

“You’re feeling it too, huh?” She asked him, “Something isn’t sitting right.”

Steve nodded, placing his hands in his pockets as he walked out of the room with her, “I don’t know what it is, maybe Wanda’s messing with us.”

Y/N shook her head, laughing, “She can play tricks on us but I don’t think she’d do this.”

Overhearing them, Tony turned around and walked alongside Y/N, “You gotta shake past it. Go in tomorrow with confidence, guys, that’s the key to life.” Y/N and Steve rolled their eyes at Tony’s statement, making the billionaire shrug.

“I’m not letting it get to me,” Y/N kept her eyes ahead of her as she walked down the hallway to where the living quarters were, “Besides, I’ve had this feeling many times before and nothing has gone wrong.”

The two waved goodnight to Tony and made their way into their room, Y/N throwing herself down on the bed and kicking off her shoes as Steve laid down next to her. She shook off the feeling she had and turned to face him, smiling.

“I’m really digging the long hair, you know,” she smirked, running a hand through his hair, making him sigh in content, “I think you should keep it like this.”

Steve chuckled, looking up at her as if she was his source of life, “Is that so? What, my shorter hair wasn’t good enough for you?” He lifted his upper body slightly, facing her as she continued to gently run her fingers through his soft hair, sending shivers down his spine at her delicate touch. On the battlefield, Y/N was an absolute force, her strength outweighed most beings around her, but in moments like this, she was delicate, gentle, and Steve adored it. He adored her. And she adored him right back.

“I liked the short hair,” she grinned, “But the long hair look with the beard is really something else, Stevie.”

Steve grinned at the nickname - he loved all the little names she came up with for him. He came up with a bunch for her as well, and every time a new one would come up, she’d blush and her heart would soar at how happy she was with him. Sure, dating within the Avengers was something Fury didn’t totally recommend, because being constantly thrown into the line of fire is just what every couple wants, right? But they did it. They pushed past those insecurities and doubts and fell head over heels for each other, and nothing could come in the way of that.

“We should go to bed, darling,” Steve mumbled, sitting up and placing a light kiss on her forehead as he got up off the bed, “We’ve got an early start tomorrow.”

Y/N groaned, realizing he was right, and threw her body off the bed to prepare herself for another restless sleep, mentally preparing for tomorrow’s mission.

The take-off couldn’t have come any slower. The day dragged on for what felt like years before the team geared up and hopped on the quinjet, Maria Hill taking up the pilot’s seat. The jet was usually filled with bubbly conversations, the team chatting away before they were thrown into battle, but something was different today.

Y/N sat on the far end of the jet with Steve and Bucky, who talked about how insane technology had gotten since the forties. She tuned them out, focusing on the clouds zooming past them as they took off into the sky, turbulence not having an effect on the jet in any way.

She wanted to join their talk, but something told her this was really not going to go well. Natasha noticed her discomfort and walked over to her, sitting down on her right.

“I don’t think you should let that feeling get the best of you,” she said quietly, a hint of understanding in her voice, “In my experience, bad feelings tend to get the best of you when they shouldn’t.”

Y/N looked over to her, nodding, “I know, I’m sure it’ll go away once we get there. Maybe it’s just nerves.”

Natasha smirked, crossing her arms as she leaned back in the set, “Maybe you’re pregnant,” she whispered, making Y/N’s eyes widen as she looked over to Steve, making sure he didn’t hear.

“Nat, fuck, I’m not pregnant,” Y/N whispered back, causing the redhead to laugh, shaking her head.

“I’m kidding, but that was priceless,” she continued laughing, not catching the attention of Steve who was too interested in his own conversation to notice the commotion. And Y/N was too invested in her conversation with Nat to notice that the jet was lowering, preparing for landing.

The red light turned on, signalling the back door was about to open, so the team threw on their weapons and gadgets, ready to run into whatever this mission was going to throw their way. Y/N discussed with Natasha how they were going to evacuate the building before Clint launched the bomb with 15 minutes until detonation.

With a swift kiss on the lips from Steve and a quick ‘I love you’ Y/N jumped out of the jet with Nat and Clint, landing on the roof as quietly as they could, watching the jet leave to let the others out on the ground. Y/N made her way towards the fire escape, preparing to jump in through a window. The hostages were on the fourth floor of a six floor building, so the three of them were going to have to rush their way down. Clint dropped the bomb down one of the pipes on the roof leading down to the basement, knowing that the bomb would tear this whole building down from there.

Y/N opened a window as quietly as she could, checking her surroundings before jumping in, landing as quietly as a cat, and pulled her gun out, preparing to shoot at whatever moved. Nat jumped in behind her, Clint following afterwards. Y/N motioned for Nat to go down the right hallway and Clint down the left, and they followed her orders.

Y/N walked down the hallway in the center of the room, looking around through all the open doorways and openings to see signs of the hostages. She made her way down to the very end of the hallway and walked into the final room, and she realized why she had a bad feeling about this.

In the center of the room, three people were strapped down to chairs, blood covering their bodies, but no signs of anyone else. ‘If they had hostages, why didn’t they cover them?’ Her mind was running with endless possibilities as she scanned her surroundings.

“I got them, but stay where you are,” Y/N spoke through the comms, looking around the room as suspicion started to bubble inside of her, the realization that this was a trap hitting her like a brick. Written on the wall in what appeared to be blood, the words HAIL HYDRA made Y/N freeze in her step.

She turned around and ran towards the hostages, almost dropping in defeat when she noticed none of them had their eyes open - they were already dead.

“Get out! Get out now!” Y/N shouted, turning around to run out the door when she noticed it was closed, a bomb plastered on the back of it counting down from 40 seconds.

“Shit, fuck, guys, get out!” She shouted again as panic washed over her body.

“Y/N, tell us what’s going on!” Steve shouted, his breathing heavy as she could hear hear the voices clouding her mind, telling her she wasn’t going to make it out of this one. There were no windows, and the only way out would trigger an explosion big enough to take down everyone in the building, including her team.

“Steve, I’m serious, it’s a trap, you guys have thirty seconds to get the fuck out!” She shouted again, running a hand through her hair as she faced the inevitable. She was going to die alone at the hands of Hydra.

“I’m not leaving you,” Steve’s voice cracked and Y/N felt her heart break.

“I’m not asking, please, you guys need to leave-”

She was cut off by the sound of Natasha, “I’m sorry, Y/N. Steve, we really need to leave. The jet’s out front.”

Y/N didn’t take Natasha’s comment personally, she was trained to not show emotion and to stay focused, and right now, she wanted the least amount of casualties possible. Steve fought to stay, but Natasha dragged him onto the jet, tears already forming in his eyes as he was about to lose the love of his life. Y/N was pissed at herself for letting this happen, for leaving Steve, but she couldn’t think straight, fear and regret taking over her body as she curled up in the corner of the cement room - alone.

Y/N couldn’t bring herself to say goodbye to him as the bomb ticked down from ten seconds, “I love you, Steve. Thank you for everything, all of you.”

No one had time to answer before they were cut off by static, watching below as the building exploded, the flames flying high into the sky, and they couldn’t take their eyes off of the crumpling building below. She was gone, Y/N was really gone. Natasha wrapped her arms around Steve who poured his heart out, crying into her shoulder. Clint closed his eyes, letting the tears fall as he sat down, Bucky sitting next to him, not saying a word.

“Fury... Agent Y/L/N is down,” Tony’s voice cracked as he leaned against the wall, turning off his communications to avoid Fury’s answer as he shut his eyes, not understanding how they didn’t see this was going to be a trap.

They felt defeated, as if they had failed her. Her death was on them, even if it wasn’t really on them. The jet was silent apart from the sniffles and the low rumble of the engine as they took off back to the compound, completely and utterly lost.

F O U R M O N T H S L A T E R

To say that time had been moving slowly would be an understatement. Time had never gone slower than the past couple of months. If it were any slower, the world would be going back in time. Y/N had never experienced a more brutal, painful four months. She didn’t know how she was feeling, all emotions wiped from her body, but she knew she wasn’t feeling good.

“Солдат, каков твой статус? (Soldier, what’s your status?)” A voice broke through Y/N’s daze, snapping her attention to the voice that spoke. She sat upright, eyes dark.

“Нет статуса, директор. (No status, director.)” She replied, swallowing sharply when she knew what was to come. She was ordered to take down five men, but only managed to get to three of them, leaving two witnesses to run off and warn whoever they were working with. She knew that this was going to piss off her director, but she didn’t care. She couldn’t feel anything.

“Итак, ты провалился? Это ты мне говоришь? (So, you failed? Is that what you’re telling me?” The man snapped at her, approaching her face as she turned away from him, looking straight ahead.

“Я не подвел. Трое мужчин все еще мертвы. (I didn’t fail. Three men are still dead.)” She replied, voice harsh. She was constantly being given tasks that ended with multiple people dying, and although she didn’t always get to everyone, she had over a dozen kills on her resume already.

After the explosion, Hydra had found her bloody body sitting in the room, still alive. Without thinking, they took her to their Siberian base, wiping her mind completely and turning her into an assassin and having her follow every order they gave her. They made sure to keep her out of Shield’s watchful eye, not wanting the Avengers busting down their doors to save the damsel in distress. If Y/N still had her memory, she’d realize this was exactly what they did to Bucky, and she’d be pissed, so pissed. But she didn’t know anything outside of this. For all she knew, she had been here all her life, following the dark commands of the voices of Hydra without question, slaughtering people without so much as a second thought. The bodies piled up, and her mind became darker and darker with each passing day.

Back at the Avengers compound, they had no idea what was going on with her. They had mourned, they even hosted a funeral (which Tony paid for, wanting her to have an extravagant send off, of course), but they continued doing their duties as heroes to save the world. They didn’t bring her up that often, except to ask Steve if he was okay. He was the only one who wasn’t fine, the one who laid in bed every night alone, missing her warm body next to his, missing her smiling face in the mornings, but Y/N knew none of this.

She didn’t even remember Steve.

“Ну, ты знаешь, что происходит сейчас, солдат. (Well, you know what happens now, soldier.)” The man looked to Y/N with an evil smirk, and she understood what he meant. She stood up, walking over to the large chair in the center of the room surrounded by machines. She sat down as the machines approached her, preparing for what was to come.

Before the machines could touch her, she heard shouting from the room next door. Not paying much attention, she turned her eyes to the machines next to her, which started sparking. That usually wasn’t a good sign.

“Что происходит с машинами?” One man shouted, trying to turn it off so that it didn’t cause too much damage. Y/N sat there, unfazed by what was happening as the men ran around, unplugging everything they could, but the white sparks started making their way around the room, lights flickering as the shouting grew louder, closer.

Y/N stood up, picking up the machine gun that sat on the table and pointed it towards the front door, glowing coming from behind it. She stood in front of the Hydra men, protecting them from whatever was about to break in.

The sound of the door breaking down made the men behind her jump back, Y/N resting her finger on the trigger, the light from the doorway almost blinding as she could see a figure approaching them. A really large figure, at that.

Shouting came from behind her as the men shouted at her to shoot, but curiosity had the best of her and she waited to see what this figure was going to be. As the light died down, a man stood in the doorway, short hair, detailed silver armour, and a large hammer in hand.

“Стреляй, солдат! (Shoot, soldier!)” Y/N was snapped out of her thoughts as she re-aimed her gun, pointing it at the man’s head. If there was anything she knew about herself now, it was that she had impeccable aim. The man in the doorway noticed the gun aimed towards his head and he lifted his arm, swinging his hammer in circles and launched it at her, sending her flying across the room with a painful groan. She looked behind her, noticing the large indent left on the wall behind her in the shape of her body and looked back towards the intruder, whose eyes were wider than anyone else’s she had ever seen.

“Y/N?” The man asked, a deep accented voice making her stop in her tracks.

She raised an eyebrow, picking her gun off the floor, “Who?” She pulled the trigger, hitting him in the shoulder as he let out a groan of pain, falling back to the floor.

“Y/N, it’s me, Thor.” The man groaned, “ We were friends.”

Y/N approached him, pointing the gun towards his face, “I don’t have friends. I don’t know you.”

Thor groaned, clutching his shoulder as confusion washed over his body. He had heard of her death, he even went to her funeral, so he had never expected to stumble upon her here. And now, he had no idea what to do. He knew what Hydra did to people, what they had done to her, and he felt it his responsibility to save her. So, he lifted his hand, summoning his hammer back to him, Y/N’s body being the only thing in the way as she held her aim on his face.

The only thing she felt was an immense force hitting her from the back as her vision went dark, her body collapsing on the ground.

“You’re awake,” a booming voice brought Y/N back to reality as she sat up, head pounding as the pain coming from her back started acting up again, preventing her from getting up.

“Oh, god,” she groaned, squeezing her eyes shut, “Where am I?”

“London,” the same voice said, and Y/N’s eyes snapped open, looking over to the man in the doorway. The same one that broke in - he had kidnapped her. She took a second to realize what was going on and jumped out of bed, slowly walking over to the guy and launched a punch to his face, making him stumble back as he gripped his now bloody nose.

“Oh, what the-” he was cut off by her legs wrapping around his neck from the back, her knees digging into his throat as she shifted her balance backwards, causing the two of them to collapse on the ground. Thor seemed to shocked to move, so Y/N lifted herself off the ground and kneed him in the stomach, picking a lamp off of the table and threatening to knock him over the head with it.

“Why did you kidnap me?” She asked, holding the lamp steadily. Thor groaned, rolling over slightly, using the table to help him sit up.

“My god, calm down, Y/N,” he pulled his hand away from his face to hold grab the lamp out of her grasp, “They really messed you up, huh?”

Y/N’s eyebrow raised in confusion, “Who? Why do you keep calling me ‘Y/N’?”

Thor sat up, sighing, “We have a lot to go over.” Y/N felt at ease around him, she didn’t know who he was, but something about him made her feel safer, and she didn’t know why.

T W O W E E K S L A T E R

“So, that’s me?” Y/N asked, looking over footage of the 2012 New York attack, her eyes settling on herself, running around with a group of other people in spandex suits, fighting robotic centipedes. Her eyes fell on the blond man in the star-spangled onesie, something about him made her heart clutch, and she had no idea why.

“Yeah, and that’s me,” Thor grinned, pointing a finger to himself confronting Loki, “And that’s my stupid brother.”

Y/N smiled, for what seemed like the first time ever, “He’s the ‘adopted’ one?” Thor nodded, making Y/N sigh. She was trying so damn hard to remember her life, but nothing seemed to click. Thor had shown her countless videos and images, telling her every detail about her life before Hydra. But to her, she had no life before Hydra. She didn’t know how to feel about all of this, still not trusting Thor fully. She knew that Hydra was going to look for her, and she wasn’t safe anywhere she went. But slowly, she started to feel herself relax, although still aiming a weapon at any noise, a gun placed under her pillow at night.

“You should eat something,” Thor mumbled, looking over at the broken girl next to him, “Something that’s not bread.”

Y/N nodded slowly, walking over to the cupboard and looking through, trying to find something to eat. For months, Hydra had fed her nothing but bread and sometimes a mixture of lentils and rice, but nothing that was in the least bit appetizing. To her, it was fine, it was all she knew, so now that she had the restricted freedom to pick something to eat, she didn’t feel right. Everything in her screamed to run back to Siberia, to burry herself in that Hydra chamber and let them torture her, rip her apart, she felt like that was her duty, but she stayed put, the smarter half of her brain taking over.

“Where do you keep the bread?” She mumbled, looking to Thor who shook his head with a small smile.

“I’m not telling you, you need to eat something that’s actually good for you,” He stood up, walking over to her, his body being much larger than hers. He knew that forcing her to adjust to this new life wasn’t exactly right, she needed time, but he was trying to help her. He hadn’t told the Avengers, he hadn’t told anyone that she was alive, he couldn’t throw her into that just yet.

She didn’t ask about them either - she still had no idea about their existence apart from the brief videos Thor showed her, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to know. She was in a new life now, and she was slowly starting to come to terms with that.

O N E M O N T H L A T E R

“C’mon, sunshine, picking up a gun needs to be less of a necessity,” Thor chuckled, walking back into the small apartment with a bag of groceries as Y/N sat on the couch, catching up on pop culture that had been wiped from her mind.

“Sorry,” she chuckled, putting the gun back down on the table, giving Thor a small pout, “It’s a hard habit to break.”

He placed the back on the floor and sat next to her, placing his hand on hers lightly, making sure she didn’t pull away, “I know, it’s okay, but I’m the only one coming through that door, so you don’t need to shoot at me.”

Y/N chuckled, looking over to him, “Or do I?”

Thor smiled down at her, happy with how she was becoming more confident in herself. She still didn’t remember much about her past life, but small glimpses were coming back to her in her sleep, and she was glad that her past was no longer this vision that she couldn’t reach, she felt more connected to herself. It was a lot to take in, everything that had happened to her, but Thor’s patience was the most helpful thing she could have.

“So, um, I think it’s time I stop lying to the team, I think you need to meet them again,” Thor said softly, his thumb grazing over the back of her hand as she let out a sigh. She knew this was going to happen, and she knew she had to face them eventually, but something told her that this was a lot more than just a re-meeting.

“I think so too,” Y/N sighed, looking at Thor who gave her a soft smile, “I think I need to be more in touch with my past to remember who I was, you know?”

He nodded, “Of course, I’m not forcing you, but I was thinking the same thing.”

Y/N closed her eyes, letting out a deep breath, her stomach already doing flips inside of her, the fear of facing her old team being slightly overwhelming. She didn’t know how they would react. She was alive, yes, but she was nowhere near the same person that she was the last time she saw them.

For two days, she didn’t sleep, the thought of what was to come overbearing her thoughts, but she didn’t step away from it. She was ready. A gun lodged in her waistband, she followed Thor through the Avengers compound. The beating of her heart overpowered everything else in her body, and she couldn’t stop her legs from shaking, her steps slower than usual. Thor had announced to Fury they would be coming by and told him not to tell anyone, to keep Y/N a secret until she was in front of them.

Y/N was terrified. Hydra had changed her, and the thought of the team not liking the new her was a huge possibility. She had seen flashbacks of them in her sleep, and Thor had told her their names so she wasn’t totally clueless. As he opened the doors, he told her to stay behind.

She did as he said, and he stepped into the room, being greeted by the Avengers as he shut the door behind him, hiding Y/N. They had a brief catch-up session before he cut them off, telling them he needed to say something important.

“I’m actually here for a reason,” he said, everyone falling silent to hear what he was going to say as he looked over to Steve, sadness in his eyes, “Um, about five.. six months ago.. Y/N um.. got stuck in that building...”

The team shared a look, not really sure where he was going, but he was visibly nervous, rubbing his hands together. Y/N on the other side of the door was leaning up to it, listening to what he was saying.

“She... um... man, there’s no easy way to say this,” Thor rubbed the back of his neck, “She survived.”

Natasha dropped her mug on the floor, coughing. Bucky nearly spat out his food, looking over to his best friend who sat there in silence. Steve’s eyes were wide and red-rimmed, his fingers shaking slightly at Thor’s words.

“What?” he asked, voice cracking as he stood up, leaning on to the table for support. His heart broke, the thought that she had survived and not come to see them tore him apart. But the thought that she was alive... there was no way.

“I, uh, I know this is hard to believe-”

“Damn right, why should we believe you?” Tony asked, jaw clenched at the thought that Thor was lying.

Thor raised his hands, “Look, she was taken in by Hydra, her, uh, memory was wiped, the same thing that happened to Barnes,” Thor continued, the silence in the room almost being too much for him to handle. Steve sucked in a deep breath, not knowing how to feel as he looked to Bucky, who held his head low at the thought of what they did to him happening to Y/N too.

Steve was in shock, he couldn’t wrap his head around Thor’s words. For six months, he mourned, he cried, he felt his heart mould itself apart and back together over and over, and now, she might be back.

“So, what, she doesn’t remember us?” Natasha asked, eyes watery as Clint placed his hand on hers, “How do you know this?”

Thor lifted his hands once again, “I found her. She’s been with me for about two months, maybe less, I needed to help her get her memory back-”

“You had her for two months and didn’t tell us?” Tony snapped, dropping a piece of his suit as he approached Thor, “What the fuck?”

The god stuttered, “She was terrified, please - guys, please, be calm - she needs you guys to be calm. She has been through hell and back, she’s done a lot of stuff, just, please - for her.”

Tony took a deep breath, leaning on the back of the couch as he looked to Steve, who had slow tears making their way down his face.

“Where is she?” He asked, dreading the answer, yet wanting it more than anything.

“Right on the other side of this door,” Thor mumbled, looking to the ground as Steve let out a small whimper, shaking his head as he looked up.

“Can we see her?” He asked softly, wanting nothing more than to hold her in his arms and kiss her, protect her, and love her.

Thor nodded and slowly opened the door, poking his head out to the other side to motion to Y/N to come in. She took a deep breath and nodded, making her way slowly into the room. When her eyes locked on Steve’s, she almost ran out and never wanted to come back. Something inside of her connected to him, but she didn’t understand why, wanting to push it aside. His eyes were red, she knew he had been crying. Next to him, a shorter man with brown hair next to a woman with red hair, Clint and Natasha. Y/N gave them a small smile, not seeing another person approach her from the side.

She felt a hand on her shoulder and panic set in, she gripped the gun from her waistband and aimed it at the man she recognized as Tony Stark.

“God damn it, Y/N, put the gun away,” Thor groaned, placing a hand on her shoulder, making her instantly relax. Steve noticed how she reacted to him, and his heart broke even more realizing that he wasn’t the one to help her out of a broken place.

He was.

And she didn’t even remember him.

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Interstellar

Title: Interstellar on FF.net Rating: G Genre: Drama/Sci-fi Prompt: Fantasy & Sci-fi AU because two is better than one, or so goes the old adagio. Word Count: 2,201

You're so down to earth and I'm up in the stars, So show me the sea and I'll take you to Mars.

CS1: OK. The fuel is go; about 1 ½ g's; cabin pressure is just coming off the peg; the O2 is go; we have 26 amps.

CS2: Roger. Pitch 88, the trajectory is good.

CS3: Roger, looks good here.

CS1: OK, there. We're starting to pick up a little bit of the noise and vibration; not bad, though, at all. 50 secs., more vibration.

CS2: Whenever you're ready, de-pressurize the cabin and exit the vehicle. Your trajectory is marked, you only need to find the probe and change its solar panel.

MW0: Roger. Readings are good, pressure is OK. I'm making my way to the Rover.

CS3: I'm picking up some static on my line.

CS2: Roger. Mine too. Ishida, do you copy us?

MW0: Barely. You're breaking up a little - check the transmission engine and long range receptors.

CS1: It could have something to do with recent solar flares - the magnetic fields mess up reception sometime.

CS3: Roger. We're re-starting the system, don't be alarmed for a few minutes silence and don't lose visual.

MW0: Roger.

There's static on his line and suddenly, there's only silence. It has been 163 days since Ishida Yamato arrived at the International Space Station, roughly at the same time the H-II Transfer Vehicle Kōnotori, and this is his first time walking the moon's surface.

CS1: Ishida, I reconnected to check in on you. It'll be half an hour at least before we can make contact again.

CS1: Do you copy?

MW0: Roger. I'm sorry, the view ... it's really something else.

CS1: [chuckles] Roger. Don't stray from course, you're doing fine.

Space is terrifying. It's vast, unimaginably so, and darker than anything Yamato has ever seen. Working outside the station is always a humbling and terrifying experience, being tethered to something solid only through a limited band, but walking over the moon is an entirely different sort of scary. He can see the maria in the distance, the tides preserved by what was once volcanic lava. His breath hitches and it sounds incredibly loud in his over-sensitized ears.

It's dark, his path illuminated only by the hi-tech lantern on his helmet, the Rover he occupies and the stars above.

Yamato speaks into his recorder:

"Ishida Yamato, hour 14:06 Earth-time. I'm on my way South of the Earth's moon. I have been assigned to recharge and repair the Moon Impact Probe. We anticipate SELENE's Kaguya will orbit around the same time and have arranged for a possible check-up. Communication with the Space Station is down. The silence is ... " A twinkle catches his eye and he pauses, blinking fast. "Overwhelming."

15:22 Earth-time.

"It's been little under an hour and a half and Command hasn't checked in. Transmission is grainy at best, interference is impossible to deal with. Mission's course remains true."

He can hear himself talk, like a recorder, and it feels like a caricature of sorts. The technical details of his expedition are important but so is the overwhelming terror of being utterly alone. He can hear himself breathe, clear and loud and when he's thinking about this, he is deafened by the sound of his own pulse. Rationally, he understands that this is routinary and that many others have done it before him; the risks are too low to be considered a real liability. Fear isn't rational though, and Yamato has to pause for a moment before continuing his slow trek.

17:49 Earth-time.

"It has been three hours and forty-three minutes since Command's last communication. I arrived safely at Lunar Station 00, data is downloading for revision on the ISS and reparations for the solar panels should be done in little over an hour. It's grown darker but there are sporadic bursts of bright light. I suspect solar flare activity is picking up and remain wary of exposure. Must've been what damaged the panels..."

He turns off the microphone and looks outside the window. The Lunar Station 00 is a small laboratory facility installed upon the moon's surface as a safe-house for astronauts on repair or reconnaissance missions. It also collects all data pertaining lunar activity and is continuously feeding both the International Space Station and several other international agencies back on Earth. It is not a manned post and as such, it is not equipped to harbour guests for more than a few hours of hard work. There are emergency supplies, batteries, oxygen tanks and a special command button that can only be accessed through individual codes in case of a red alert. Yamato needs only to plug in his coordinates and update the travel log. He's almost done when he sees it.

In the horizon, a sharp beam of light flashes and then disappears. He stands abruptly and immediately takes his equipment, double-checks the seals on his suits and the vaccum entry and emerges into the inhospitable surface once more. The low gravity is tenuous at best and moving as easily as he did on Earth is difficult but Yamato is very quick. As he steps in behind a boulder and in front of the source, blinking fast, he holds up one hand and on the other, a laser heat gun.

"What the..."

The thing shines brightly, contained in unspecific, ever-changing shapes but he cannot determine an exact source. There hasn't been anything like this in any of the logs, nothing indicating any sort of sentient activity. Yamato stops, riled at the invasive thought of sentient life. He takes a deep breath, willing his heart-rate down because he can't hear anything and there's a strange sort of ringing in his ears, like wind-chimes in a spring breeze. Yamato's teeth are grinding hard and his jaw feels sore and tense.

The ringing in his ears intensifies and it sounds like—,

—laughter.

18:25 Earth-time.

"I'm going to approach the object for samples."

The sounds are jarring at times, like an out-of-tune old radio transmitter and the source of light appears to be solid and then liquid. When he steps outside the boulder, the ringing stops and he swears he hears a gasp. He approaches the source of light slowly but firmly and when he's close enough, the sight stuns him.

It's a woman, or something that looks vaguely like one. Yamato's voice fails him and he can only gape, mute, as the creature rises from the crater-like surface with surprising ease. Her body is made of what appears to be pure light, shimmery and insubstantial. There is no depth to its proportions, he can see right through it as it—she, approaches.

He thinks, this is how I die, but his body reacts quicker than his mind.

"State your purpose and origin," he hears himself say, despite the absolute improbability of the situation. The light that comes from within this being burns bright enough to force his eyes shut and when he opens them, it is already gone.

There is no evidence whatsoever of what he believes he saw. The camera shows nothing but blank space and dust and his microphone picks up no signal but his own voice. He knows he can't delay his return to the station and so he returns to the base and finishes the work he was sent to do. He flexes his fingers consciously in an effort to will some warmth back into them.

"It's the silence," he reasons. "It's driving me crazy."

The trek back is quiet, as quick as he dares to move away from this lonely, inhospitable place. He can see already the ship and releases a breath he hadn't realised he was holding.

There is a crack in the static and the light turns green.

CS1: Commander Ishida, do you copy? I repeat, Commander Ishida, do you copy?

MW0: Roger. This is Commander Ishida.

CS1: Oh, thank fuck. Sorry there, MS Young.

CS2: Mind your language, MS Hughes. Commander, what's your status?

MW0: Stable, on route back to the capsule. I should be back at the space station within two hours.

CS1: Roger. Any novelty at the base?

MW0: [pause]

MW0: Nothing to report, sir.

CS2: We'll fill you in on your way back, Commander. Good job.

MW0: Roger, I look forward to it.

CS1: Roger. We'll see you soon, lucky dog.

Yamato wonders at that expression as he listlessly follows the procedure and way back into the ship that will take him to the station. His colleagues are at a loss for an explanation on why the devices failed and so all exploratory missions are halted until they reach a satisfactory answer.

Lucky, he thinks.

Some nights, he dreams about a being made of light with eyes as fierce as the sun. Some nights he comes to her in his dreams, so close he can touch her shimmery hair and bathe in the tinkling sound of her laughter. Once, he swore their lips touched. Most nights though, he only watches her from afar and when the song is over, he shakes his head and in the nanoseconds it takes him to realize he wants to see her up close, she has already disappeared.

Tonight is one of such nights, at least until his eyes fly open and he is met with a look of pure, molten gold.

"What are you doing here?"

You were calling for me.

"I was?"

In your sleep.

Yamato shifts, sitting on his bed with his arm dangling just off his knee. He peers curiously at her, wary as his hand darts out to touch her.

"Just what are you?"

She is proud, he learns, and a little vain. Up close she looks more like a woman than ever, or an echo of one with gleaming, translucent skin. The light she casts is paler now, hurts less to see her and he wonders briefly if this is for his sake. But she moves swiftly, just out of his fingers' reach and her laughter is all around him once again.

What am I? I am ... light. Stardust and cosmic energy.

Yamato isn't an unreasonable person. He knows he needs to address the issue of his hallucinations sooner rather than later and briefly considers looking for counseling when he goes back home. He is almost at the end of his mission and the thought of returning to Earth looms dauntingly in the back of his mind.

He lies on the floor, the cold material against his over-heated, over-sensitized skin keeps him grounded. She hovers above him, a mirror of his position though her expression seems to be amused and teasing. His eyes travel involuntarily (or perhaps less so) down her translucent body, lower than her waist where ribbons of light form what he can only think of as a long gown or a fish's tail.

"What is your name?"

Men have called me many things before. It's all the same to me.

He has never been a particularly keen conversationalist and his approach is objective and precise. She answers both freely and lavishly and seems to be more curious of his questions rather than him, as she so very rarely asks.

"Do you know my name?"

I have glimpsed it.

"Can you say it?"

Here, she hesitates.

I don't know how.

It seems only natural to kiss her. He reaches towards her, supporting himself on his forearms and elbows and she doesn't react at first, so he continues until his lips touch hers. He had expected everything but the soft sensation of lips, something warm and wet and soft. Yamato feels his chest swell and when he draws back, her eyes, clearer now, are wide open.

"It's Yamato," he says.

And for the first time, like a song dispelled, she murmurs, "Yamato."

He wakes up on his own bed, alone. His memory of last night's dream is blurry, too bright in some places and completely dark in others. He shifts as he prepares for his last day on this mission. He will be boarding the Soyuz within hours with two other colleagues and within four orbits, will land somewhere in the grassy plains of Kazakhstan. It'll be a few more days before he's cleared to leave to Japan, too.

Instinctively, he touches his lips and isn't entirely surprised when his fingers are coated by a thin film of fine, glittery dust. On Earth, she will be an old, blurry memory, a cold lump of rock that once carried the secrets of stars.

"Wait for me, Mimi-san."

Notes: I was a little stuck and then got very busy, but I have every intention of finishing this small collection. A few things to consider about this one:

1. The dialogue is actually at least partially faithful. I was inspired after reading some transcripts for the Apollo Mission disasters.

2. Did you know there aren't very many stories about space mermaids? It was the original concept.

3. I'm tempted to actually write this story but for the purposes of this collection, this was a good place to stop.

#digiOTPweek #digimon adventure #ishida yamato #tachikawa mimi #mimato #day 3: fantasy & sci-fi #i'm sorry i'm so late pls love me

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