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[mochie85]

Have Mercy

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Summary: You're a powered being with healing abilities and you try to bring Loki back from the brink of death. Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Word Count: 1832 Warnings: Fluff, heavy kissing, slapping, mentions of death (close call), injury, a very flirty Loki,

You didn’t know how much time had passed since you all started the ambush. Tall sequoias canopied above blocking the setting sun. The air was thick with smoke and heavy from the fighting. You heard multiple teammates calling for healing, but none was louder than Thor. His troubled voice blasted through the comms, “Medic! We need a healer quickly!” His deep command tore you away from the battle you were in and you fought your way over to him. “Priestess, please! Come quick!”

Through fire and volley, you found Thor kneeling on the ground with Loki in his arms. Lifeless. Steve was circling them, trying to shield the brothers from a barrage of attacks.

You knelt on the ground. Your knees hit soft mud as your eyes scanned Loki’s body. His sharp face was paler than usual. Blue-ish tint had started to stain his lips. And your naïve-self hoped it was just because of the cold seeping from the wet ground. “Thor, I’ll take it from here. Go help Steve. I can’t worry about my life when I have to worry about his!”

Thor nodded to you. But before he laid Loki down, he whispered in his ear, “I know you are stronger than this, brother. But I swear on Yggdrasil if you are pretending, I will not hesitate to cleave Stormbreaker into you.” Thor sniffed and placed him down to the ground.

You nodded your head and patted Thor’s shoulder. “He’ll be fine,” you feigned, as you tried to get a better look at what had happened. You didn’t have the heart to tell Thor that you could feel how thin and fragile Loki’s life string was. A hair, compared to the cord that we all have. Worse, the thick rope that the Asgardian’s life used to be. You didn’t even know if you were skilled enough to weave it stronger.

There was a large gaping hole that tore Loki’s chest plate. His skin had burned and was raw from the impact. You couldn’t see any entry wounds. Nor blood. But the bruising and dent on his chest was not a good sign. A stray missile, perhaps? Maybe jumping in the way to save his brother. They vex each other constantly. But deep down they care for each other like most siblings do.

You straddled his body, holding your two hands out, placing them over his wound. A soft resonance emitted from your palm down to his skin. You kept your hands on him as the pulse of your powers worked their way through his body. You can see tiny mends of his scrapes and scratches. The raw skin around the wound had returned to their usual pallor.  He’s reacting at least. There’s still some life in him- whatever little is left.

You persisted. With every pulse, you can see his wounds healing. Ribs cracking back into place. The blue on his lips retreated ever so slowly. But his lifeline was stubborn. If you could hold out just long enough, his own regenerative powers might kick in.

Grasping at straws, your mind quickly raced with ideas to help speed the process along. You remembered that sometimes, shock was a good way of knocking someone back into the land of the living. “Ugh, don’t get mad at me, okay? I’m only trying to save your life,” you vowed out loud in case he was able to hear you. You quickly pulled your palm back and slapped Loki hard across his cheek.

Small capillaries burst where your hand met his face. Aside from the new hue, Loki had remained the same. Still and quiet. His line fading from your grasp. You panicked at your failed attempt.

You didn’t know what to do anymore. You didn’t know how to tell Thor that you couldn’t save his only brother. Ideas and thoughts ran past your mind all muddled and incoherent. Ways and spells. Teachings and theories you’ve learned on healing and regeneration.

You cupped Loki’s cheek, healing the bruise you had left. Your brows knit together, puzzled as to what to do next. Hopeless in feeling and thought. You didn’t want to look up. You didn’t want to see Thor’s face and have to tell him an awful truth. They had just reunited this past year. It wasn’t fair. And it would be all your fault because you couldn’t save him. You couldn’t save Loki. Your heart turned solemn as angry tears threatened to drop from your eyes.

By now the fighting had stopped. You didn’t realize how quiet the world had gotten around you. How still the air was from flying projectiles or weapons. The team gathered loosely. Giving you space to try and save Loki’s life, but the look on their faces betrayed the faith they were trying to offer you.

Your thumb brushed Loki’s cheek, wiping away the mud that speckled his face. He would’ve been appalled if he knew where Thor had left him on the ground. You smirked at the thought as your thumb rested on his chin and traced his lips.

His cold lips opened slightly at your touch, and you were struck with an idea.  You grabbed both sides of his leather collars and brought him to sit up towards you. His slack weight was heavier than you anticipated, and it took your remaining strength to sit him upright. You closed your eyes as your lips crashed into his, honing your powers into that desperate kiss.

You had never done this before. You had never needed to do this before. But you were hoping that your breath of life could pass onto him and carry him through till his own powers could take over. You sucked hard on his upper lip, not wanting to break any contact. Your fingers entwined themselves in his hair, desperate to keep him close to you. “Please. Please. Please,” you whispered into his mouth. Tears fell from your eyes and landed on his cheek. Your arms wrapped around his neck, unwilling to let go. Unwilling to accept the truth.

Still, you continued.

You felt a low rumble from his chest. A hopeful sign that it’s working. You just needed to hold on a little bit longer! You opened your lips for a breath of your own. And when you closed your mouth around his, your power pulsated in between you.

You felt his temperature return first. The warmth in his lips, the heat in his breath. You could feel his lifeline winding itself tighter and stronger.

His mouth returned your kiss. Sluggish and tentative. But they held on to your lips, tightly. His hands embraced your hips so delicately you didn’t even know they were there. You naturally leaned into the kiss more. Your power still pulsing through you. One last intake of breath and you passed it along towards Loki.

His grip tightened around you and he pulled you closer onto his lap. His arms snaked around you, holding your head close to his, unwilling to let you go.  You could hear small groans and heavy panting. But you honestly didn’t know whether it came from you or from Loki.

His tongue touched your lips, asking for entry. Catching your breath you opened your mouth once again and Loki gainfully ran his tongue inside against the roof of your mouth.

You didn’t realize that your powers had finished. With nothing left to heal, your powers subsided. But you were so lost in the kiss that you had forgotten where you were and what you were doing. Slowly, you pulled away. But Loki’s kiss followed you unwilling to release you. You bit his bottom lip as a warning, holding his face in between your hands.

“Darling, what an indecent way to ask me out,” Loki grinned from ear to ear. His voice was rough and garbled. He kept his face close to yours, running his nose against your cheek. “I accept!”

The world came crashing back around you. The time. The place. The situation. The shock froze you in place just staring into Loki’s blue-green eyes. “I always thought you harbored affections for me. But now I am certain,” he taunted.

You slapped him.

You couldn’t think of anything else to do. You felt betrayed somehow. Tricked. Even though you knew that he was genuinely in peril. The fact that he was joking about it even now, irked you.

Loki’s eyes narrowed. His brow furrowed as he slowly turned his head to face you again. His chin jutted out, trying to contain the smirk that was coming forth. “Is that how you like it?”

You tried to push yourself off of him. You’ve had enough of his antics. You were utterly embarrassed at being caught in this situation. Especially with the team around, surely watching.

He caught your wrists as you pushed on his chest, stopping you. “Do it again,” he commanded. His grin was out in full force now. Dazzling you to the last inch of your nerve.

“Ugh, the thanks I get for saving your life!” pushing him down as you stood yourself up. “Next time I’ll just leave you limp in the mud.” You sneered, walking away with your head held high and your face heated and red. From humiliation or from desire, you didn’t know.

“Well, that’s very hard to do when you’re kissing me like that, my angel,” Loki yelled after you. He couldn’t stop smiling as he watched you angry and flustered. All because of him. Oh, I’m in trouble.

“What do I gotta do to get a kiss like that?” Bucky asked teasingly as you stomped passed him.

“Die!” you growled back at him. The words felt mean as they left your mouth. And you regretted saying them instantly. He was only trying to lighten the situation. But you couldn’t help the shame you had inside you.

“Oh, c’mon doll. I was only teasing.” Bucky raised his arms in defeat and followed you back to the quinjet, laughing.

“Loki!” Thor scolded as he held his hand to his brother, helping him up. “I hope that you were not deceiving us just to try and gain favor with the priestess. I know you’ve been seeking her affections.”

“Brother! I am genuinely hurt! Did you not see me lying there at the last inch of my life?” Loki contended, pointing to the ground where he once laid.

Thor rolled his eyes but smirked, clapping Loki on the shoulder. He was glad to have his brother back once again. “She’s very talented that one. And I do not want to see her get hurt, Lo-. Loki are you listening to me.”

Loki was at a loss for words, watching you. “She gave me my life back, brother. I have felt her lips against mine and I’ll be damned if I don’t feel them again soon.” Loki smiled as he swatted away Thor’s hand on him. His eyes solely on you, plotting how to get you to kiss him again.

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[imthebadguyyy]

Iron Hearts

With the same fire and charm that runs in the Stark bloodline, you’ve never been one to fade into the background.

pairing : steve rogers x reader fandom : mcu synopsis : As Tony Stark’s younger sister, you’ve always shared his brilliance and bold personality. Outgoing, witty, and never afraid to speak your mind, you’re just as comfortable stealing the spotlight as your brother is. But when Tony ropes you into joining the Avengers' operations after the Chitauri invasion, the last thing you expect is to clash with Captain America, Steve Rogers—a man so different from the fast-paced world you’re used to. Steve’s stoic, old-fashioned values collide with your free-spirited nature, sparking a connection that’s as electric as it is infuriating. As the Avengers face new threats, you and Steve find yourselves drawn together in unexpected ways, each challenge bringing you closer. The world is always in need of saving—but will the Iron legacy and a shielded heart leave room for something more?

EPISODE 1 : COLLIDE

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The low hum of machinery filled your private lab, a familiar and soothing backdrop to the glow of various monitors and the holographic interface suspended above your desk. You were in your element here—surrounded by sleek gadgets, circuits, and blueprints only you understood. The soft, sterile light of the fluorescent bulbs bathed everything in a cool hue, making the outside world feel distant, almost irrelevant. Your hands moved with practiced precision, making the final tweaks to your latest invention—something sleek, cutting-edge, and powerful. It was not for public eyes, least of all Tony’s. Let him bask in the glory of his Iron Man suits and his public heroism. You preferred working in the shadows, away from the spotlight. After all, the real power came from the things people didn’t see.

Just as you were about to run another test, FRIDAY’s calm, computerized voice broke the silence. “Incoming call—Tony Stark.”

You let out a small, exasperated sigh, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Of course Tony would interrupt now, just when you were getting into the groove. Without breaking your stride, you gestured toward the nearest screen, signaling FRIDAY to patch the call through.

Tony’s face flickered to life on the screen, his usual cocky grin already plastered across his face. He looked annoyingly well-rested for someone who constantly threw himself into world-saving chaos.

“Hey, sis. Got a minute?” His tone was casual, but you could see the mischievous glint in his eyes. Tony always had an ulterior motive.

“Not for you,” you shot back, though your lips twitched with a slight smile. You’d perfected the art of giving Tony a hard time over the years. “What do you need, Tony?”

��Can’t a brother call to check on his favorite sibling?” He leaned back in his chair, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

You raised an eyebrow, feigning indifference. “We both know I’m your only sibling.”

“Touché,” he admitted, chuckling softly. "But seriously, I need you."

You froze momentarily, your hand hovering over the interface. Tony rarely outright asked for help, and when he did, you knew it was big. Slowly, you leaned back in your chair, crossing your arms over your chest as you gave him your full attention.

“I need my secret weapon,” Tony added, his voice dropping to that tone he used when he really wanted something.

You blinked at him, skeptical. “Secret weapon? Tony, I’m not about to be your backup tech support.”

Tony grinned, undeterred by your resistance. "This isn’t just tech support. It’s big. New team, new mission, bigger stakes. And who better to help me keep this bunch in line than you?"

You hesitated, glancing at the half-finished prototype on your desk. For years, you’d operated under the radar, happy to let Tony soak up the limelight. Being his sister came with a certain level of scrutiny you’d avoided like the plague. You preferred the quiet. The idea of stepping into the Avengers' world—especially now—seemed chaotic at best.

“I’m not suiting up, if that’s what you’re thinking,” you finally said, narrowing your eyes at him. The last thing you needed was to get dragged into one of his world-saving escapades in some shiny new armor.

“Of course not,” Tony grinned, though there was a playful glimmer in his eyes that told you he wasn’t ruling anything out entirely. “Just come to the Tower, meet the team. If you hate it, you can go back to hiding in your lab and pretending you’re not a genius like me.”

You rolled your eyes, though the thought lingered. A new team? A new mission? Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to check it out. If things went south, you could always disappear back into the shadows. But something in Tony’s tone hinted at urgency, something serious brewing on the horizon. He wasn’t just calling for fun. He needed you.

With a resigned sigh, you pushed off from the desk. “Fine. But this better not be some ploy to get me into an Iron suit.”

Tony’s smirk widened. “No promises.”

The call ended with a flicker of the screen, and you were left standing in the soft hum of your lab, the weight of Tony’s request hanging in the air. You glanced at your half-finished prototype one last time before grabbing your jacket, muttering under your breath, “What have I gotten myself into?”

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Later, at Avengers Tower, you stepped into the grand lobby, the space sprawling before you like something out of a futuristic movie. Towering glass walls reflected the sunlight, creating a dazzling effect that made the entire room shimmer. High-tech displays blinked with data and notifications, while sleek metallic accents added to the modernity. It was a world apart from your cozy lab, and you couldn’t help but marvel at how Tony had truly outdone himself with this place. The grandeur was impressive, but you felt a knot tightening in your stomach, a sense of unease settling in as you stepped further inside.

Just as you took another step, a voice sliced through the air behind you, cool and assessing. “So you’re the sister Tony doesn’t like to talk about.”

You turned to face him, your heart pounding slightly at the sight of Steve Rogers, Captain America himself. He stood there, arms crossed over his chest, his muscular frame radiating authority. His expression was carefully neutral, but there was an edge to it—a mix of skepticism and something akin to wariness. He looked you up and down, his gaze critical, and you could already sense the judgment simmering beneath the surface. He thought you were just another Stark, another piece in Tony’s ego-driven game.

“And you’re the soldier out of time,” you replied, matching his coolness with your own. The words felt sharper than you intended, a defensive instinct kicking in. “Nice to meet you.”

Steve offered a tight nod, his lips pressed into a thin line, but he didn’t smile. “Tony’s told me a lot about you.”

“All bad, I hope,” you shot back, a hint of a smirk dancing on your lips. But Steve’s expression remained unyielding, the weight of his gaze unwavering.

“I’m not here to judge,” he stated, but his eyes bore into you, steady and measuring, as if he were trying to peel back layers of your identity with sheer will alone. “Just here to see if you’re serious.”

“Serious?” You scoffed, your heart racing with indignation. “About what?”

“About helping, about doing what’s right. We’ve got enough egos on this team.”

Your smirk faded, replaced by a flash of frustration. “You don’t even know me.”

“I know your brother.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not Tony,” you retorted, your voice sharper than you intended. The tension between you crackled in the air, palpable and thick. You hated the feeling of being judged before someone even bothered to know you, and clearly, Steve didn’t like the idea of another Stark stepping into the fold.

For a moment, silence engulfed you, and you could almost hear your heartbeat thundering in your ears. The intensity of Steve’s gaze felt like a spotlight, and you wondered if he could see through your facade, exposing the vulnerabilities you kept hidden. You could sense his protective instincts flaring, the weight of responsibility resting on his shoulders, and somehow, you felt like an outsider even though you were family.

Just as the tension threatened to spiral further, Tony strolled into the room, an air of nonchalance enveloping him. “Hey, you two! Getting along already?” His grin was impossibly wide, brightening the atmosphere even as it made the air around you feel heavier with unresolved tension.

You shot Tony a glare that could’ve cut through steel. This was not the time for his usual bravado. Steve merely shook his head, the corners of his mouth twitching in an attempt to contain a smile. “We’ll see,” he replied, his tone light but his eyes still fixed on you, as if he were weighing the likelihood of your success in this new venture. Then, with a final, assessing glance, he turned and walked off, leaving you standing there, frustration simmering just below the surface.

“Great. This is off to a fantastic start,” you muttered under your breath, a mixture of annoyance and apprehension churning inside you. The day had barely begun, and already you could feel the weight of expectation bearing down on you. As the lobby buzzed with the energy of heroes and high-tech innovation, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were walking a tightrope, teetering between proving yourself and succumbing to the shadows that felt all too familiar.

With a deep breath, you steeled yourself, reminding yourself that you were here to help. No matter what Steve Rogers thought, you had your own strengths, your own path to carve in this world. You just had to figure out how to make them see that.

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The air in the war room was thick with tension as Tony briefed you on the mission, his voice crisp and urgent. “So here’s the deal: leftover Chitauri tech has been activated by HYDRA operatives in the city. It’s supposed to be a routine clean-up mission, but we know better than to underestimate anything HYDRA gets their hands on.” His brow furrowed, the usual playful glint in his eyes replaced by a seriousness that made your stomach knot.

You listened intently, nodding as he laid out the plan. But as he insisted you tag along—even if just to observe and assess—you felt a mix of excitement and dread. You weren’t officially part of the team, yet here you were, being dragged into the chaos by your brother’s unwavering belief in your abilities.

When you arrived at the scene, the streets were already in chaos. The sounds of sirens blared, drowning out the shouts of frantic civilians being evacuated. Smoke billowed into the air, curling around toppled cars and shattered glass. You felt a chill run down your spine as you surveyed the destruction.

Amid the chaos, Steve barked orders at the rest of the team, his authoritative voice cutting through the noise like a beacon of hope. You hung back, monitoring the situation from a mobile unit that Tony had rigged up for you—a lifeline of information in a storm of uncertainty.

“Stay behind the lines!” Steve called out to you over his shoulder, his tone firm as he and Natasha led the charge into the fray.

You rolled your eyes, a mixture of annoyance and determination bubbling inside you. "I know what I’m doing, Captain," you shot back, trying to sound more confident than you felt. The last thing you wanted was to be coddled like a helpless child.

Just as the fight erupted, the atmosphere shifted. A crackling energy surged through the air, and before you could process the threat, one of the HYDRA operatives unleashed a pulse from the Chitauri device. The wave of electricity shot toward you, a blinding flash of danger that sent adrenaline coursing through your veins.

In that split second, everything shifted. Time seemed to slow as you braced for impact, your instincts screaming at you to move, to do something—anything. But before you could react, Steve surged forward like a force of nature. He slammed his shield into the ground with a resounding thud, creating a barrier that absorbed the surge of energy before it could reach you.

You stumbled back, wide-eyed, the reality of what had just happened crashing over you like a tidal wave. Steve turned to you, his expression a mixture of concern and frustration. “I said stay behind,” he said, his voice clipped, but there was a hint of protectiveness that made your heart race.

“I had it under control,” you snapped back, though deep down, you knew that wasn’t entirely true. You felt a surge of embarrassment rising within you, the remnants of the adrenaline making you defensive.

Steve didn’t argue further, but his gaze lingered on you, his eyes searching yours as if he were trying to gauge the depths of your resolve. The moment stretched out, thick with unspoken tension, and you could sense a silent acknowledgment between you—this was new territory for both of you, a fragile thread connecting your destinies.

But as quickly as it had come, the moment shattered. With a final look that communicated both concern and determination, Steve charged back into the fray, his shield raised high as he fought against the chaos. You stood there, heart racing, grappling with a whirlwind of emotions—frustration, admiration, and a flicker of fear for what lay ahead.

With a deep breath, you refocused on the task at hand. You weren’t going to let this moment define you. You had to prove to yourself, and to Steve, that you belonged here—among heroes and legends. The fight was just beginning, and you were ready to carve your place in it.

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The mission concluded in a flurry of activity and relief, but the tension between you and Steve lingered in the air like an unresolved chord. Back at the Tower, you settled in front of the computer, the glow of the screen casting an almost ethereal light across your face as you replayed footage of the battle. Each frame brought back the chaos—the electricity crackling, the screams of civilians, and Steve’s shield slamming into the ground just in time to save you. The rush of adrenaline from earlier mixed with a more unsettling feeling as you examined the moment you almost lost everything.

As you scrolled through the footage, you felt a presence behind you. You didn’t need to turn around to know it was Steve; the weight of his gaze felt palpable, a steady warmth that contrasted sharply with the intensity of the battle you had just fought. He stood in the doorway, arms crossed, his silhouette framed by the soft light of the hallway, watching you with a quiet intensity.

“You handled yourself well out there,” he finally said, his voice low and sincere, cutting through the silence that surrounded you.

Surprised, you glanced up at him, momentarily meeting his gaze. “Thanks,” you replied, your voice a mix of pride and humility.

“But next time,” he continued, the firmness returning to his tone, “don’t make me have to save you.”

A small, teasing smile tugged at your lips, a spark of your trademark confidence flaring up in response. “Don’t worry, Captain. I won’t,” you shot back, your tone light, though beneath it was a current of seriousness.

Steve didn’t respond immediately, his expression shifting as he studied you. In his blue eyes, you caught a flicker of something deeper—perhaps a grudging respect, maybe even a hint of admiration. It made your heart flutter unexpectedly, a rush of warmth that was both thrilling and confusing. The Captain of America saw you, and for a moment, the weight of expectations from being Tony Stark's sister lifted, replaced by a connection that felt genuine.

He nodded once, a subtle acknowledgment of the moment shared between you, before turning to leave. As he walked away, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t just another fleeting exchange. You were carving out your own space in this team, proving that you were more than just Tony’s sister—you were a force to be reckoned with in your own right.

Left alone in the dim light of the lab, you turned back to the screen, but your thoughts were no longer on the footage. Instead, your mind lingered on Steve’s quiet strength, his unwavering resolve. You were beginning to understand that there was more to him than just the Captain—the man behind the shield had his own battles, his own vulnerabilities.

And you felt an undeniable pull towards him, a sense of camaraderie that was slowly transforming into something deeper. The mission had ended, but the journey was just beginning, and you were more determined than ever to prove yourself—not just to Steve, but to the entire team.

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The mission had been a success, but the moment Steve saw you—Tony’s sister—standing there, he felt the weight of responsibility tugging at his heart. He knew you had potential; he’d seen you handle yourself with surprising skill, but he wasn’t prepared for how much the little spark in your eyes got under his skin.

Leaning against the doorway, he watched you replay the footage of the battle. You were focused, your brow furrowed in concentration, and it captivated him. You radiated a unique blend of confidence and determination, much like your brother, yet with a warmth that was distinctly your own.

When he finally spoke, telling you that you handled yourself well out there, he truly meant it. But as soon as the words left his mouth, he felt a mix of admiration and wariness wash over him. You were Tony’s sister—his little sister. He recalled the stories Tony had told him about your childhood, the sibling rivalry, and how fiercely protective Tony had always been of you. That instinct felt like a wall between them, even as he felt drawn to you.

“Don’t make me have to save you,” he warned, hoping to impress upon you the importance of caution. He had seen too many people underestimate their enemies, and he didn’t want you to be another victim of that recklessness.

Your response—light and teasing—pulled a small smile from him, but it was quickly overshadowed by concern. “Don’t worry, Captain. I won’t.” It was infuriating how effortlessly you seemed to deflect his concern. You had a spark that reminded him of Tony, but there was something more disarming about you. Something that made it hard for him to maintain his composure.

He nodded, more to himself than to you, before he turned to leave. He didn’t want to admit how much your presence affected him, how he found you attractive in a way that made him question everything he knew about focusing on the mission. But he also understood that getting involved with Tony’s sister could complicate things—complicate his already tangled life.

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As the days turned into weeks, you became a more permanent fixture in the Tower, and Steve couldn’t help but notice how effortlessly you blended into their chaotic team dynamic. Watching you interact with the others was eye-opening. You had Tony’s quick wit, but there was a warmth in your approach that brought out the best in everyone.

He remembered a moment during a team meeting when Clint made a joke at your expense. Without missing a beat, you shot back, “If you’re going to insult me, at least make it clever.” The room erupted in laughter, and Steve found himself chuckling along, secretly impressed by your tenacity.

But the more time he spent with you, the more he struggled with his feelings. You were intelligent, fiercely capable, and incredibly brave—qualities he admired. Yet every time he looked at you, he felt the ghost of Tony’s protective nature hovering over them. He could practically hear Tony warning him to keep his distance, reminding him that you were off-limits. It was a mental tug-of-war, and every glance between them only heightened his awareness of how close they were getting.

One evening, you both worked late in the lab. He caught you watching him as he threw punches at a training dummy, a curious smile dancing on your lips. It was a moment of connection, but it also made his heart race in a way that both thrilled and terrified him. He knew you were trouble, yet there was something about you that drew him in, like a moth to a flame.

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"I KNOW I STARTED IT."

[your-average-toast-enjoyer]

Is the xmen franchise the best franchise in the marvel works. No. Definetely not. But do they have the best ship from the entire marvel universe? (Movie-wise at least) Yes. Absolutely. I watched all of the mcu after the xmcu and not even recency bias could beat cherik.

[peterpcrker]

sometimes i just randomly remember that Ryan Reynolds and Andrew Garfield have kissed just for the bit and mourn the fact that they haven't implemented TASM Spidey into the Deadpool mix yet

[caplanbuckybarnes]

Steve Rogers Drabbles & One Shots

updated December 12 2024 - deleted a bunch of fic from the list. However, any missing fics can still be read on my ao3!

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Always Be My Baby || Summary: Knowing Steve's history and his old way of thinking about premarital pregnancies, you're unsure that he'd be elated at the news of your own pregnancy.

Always Be Yours || Summary: While Steve's away on military leave, he still finds a way to show that he adores his woman [ao3]

CheaterCheaterBestFriendEater || Summary: After you'd gotten drunk with Tony one night when Steve was away on a mission, you never expected to be heartbroken I the morning.

Divorce in the Morning || Summary: He never wanted to leave you, but you gave him little choice in the matter when you destroyed your family

Divorce Papers || Summary: being the wife of a playboy millionaire boy toy wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.

Do You Love Me? || Summary: You finally confess to your best friend that you’re in love with him, after weeks of sleeping together.

Dressing a Pirate || Summary: Pirate Steve knows you can always help patch him up when he's hurt.

Drinkin' Problem || Summary: Steve gets as drunk as he’s able after the loss of you.

Empire Ashes || Summary: the pair of you watch as his empire burns

French Fries and Bruises || Summary: Dating the town's palyboy wasn't easy. But it was a dream come true for you. After all, who wouldn't want to date the most popular guy in town? He was handsome, and funny, and could be quite the tiger i nbed... however, he wasn't exactly an honest man... .you'd only hoped that he would be differnet with you.

Gotta Be Somebody || Summary: Captain America visits you at the Daycare you work at.

Just Once || Summary: You locate the culprit who is smoking in your bookshop.

Late Night Escapades || Summary: After your boyfriend goes away on a business trip, you knew you'd never spent the night by yourself.

Lie to Me || Summary: Life isn’t always so dreadful and distasteful.

New Hope || Summary: You confess to Steve you're pregnant.

One Life to Live || Summary:  Steve comes home from a bar fight.

One Night Stand || Summary: you avoid Steve after having a one night stand with him.

Poison Pen Letters || Summary: an incident involving tripping the Brooklyn King’s henchman causes your family secrets to be aired out in the open. When the Mafia king gets your attention, will you take his offer of romance?

Political Cheats || Summary: Steve catches you cheating on him in the shower with your daughter’s teacher

Pretty Lies || Summary: you’re terrified of Steve finding out that your carrying his child.

Returning Kisses || Summary: After one too many nights of hearing Steve bringing home company, you decide you can't take it anymore.

Sleepover Troubles || Summary: Steve’s still having nightmares over the death of his daughter

Take a Chance of Me Skinny! Steve Rogers || Summary: Steve visits the Metropolitan Museum of Art on 5th Ave. in NYC and meets you there.

Tension Logs || Summary: overhearing an argument from Steve & Tony, you grow worried and with awe at the pure strength Steve possesses.

Under the Stars || Summary: You and Steve spend time together star gazing.

What About Now? || Summary: The nicest people have the darkest pasts…

[memphisnovels]

Evermore

Chapter 35. Therefore I am

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Things are starting to get real, I've been working on the next three chapters all together so sorry about the hiatus <3

What side will Nadia choose??

pairing: Pietro Maximoff x OFC

warnings: Angst, canon-typical violence, mentions of PTSD

I tapped my foot rapidly against the floor, slumping into my seat as I watched Tony and Steve arguing in the next room over, the glass too thick for me to be able to hear exactly what they were saying but my eyes darted back and forth between them, nonetheless. The two had been known to clash, it was nothing new for them to express their fervent disagreement with each other, but this felt different. Everything about this felt so far removed from any of the previous tiffs that had occurred between any of us. The trip to Berlin had been short and filled to the brim with anxious anticipation. Steve, Sam and Barnes had been taken into custody along with the grieving T’Challa. My eyes flickered between the two men in the next room and the small television on the wall, playing a live feed from the clear cell Barnes was being detained in.  

 A familiar voice calling out my name had my eyes finally drifting away, landing on Pietro’s broad frame. It was as though, the moment I saw him almost all the tension in my shoulders fizzled out. I was on my feet almost before I’d processed that he was here in front of me. Without speaking a word, I wrapped my arms around his neck, embracing him tightly, as if he’d simply dissipate into thin air if I didn’t cling to him. His larger hands engulfed my face, pushing the strands of hair back to search for injuries, apparently not quite subdued by our phone call after the bombing.

“I’m glad you’re here.” I murmured, feeling inclined to tell him the whole truth in the moment. “This whole thing is a mess.”

His hands still cradled my face, tilted my head upward to look him in the eyes. “It will be okay; we’ll figure it out.” He spoke with such conviction that I almost believed him. I glanced over at the room Steve and Tony were in just in time to see the former storm out. The latter threw his hands up in exasperation, Natasha sat at the table rubbing her temples, Sam leaning back in his seat, arms crossed as he stared at the floor. My eyes met Pietro’s again. “Where are Wanda and Vis? I’d think they’d want to be here to see how things pan out.” He swallowed, blinking a few times before his gaze shifted toward Tony and then to the floor. His hands dwindled, trailing down the sides of my face until they landed on my hips. “Pietro.” I spoke softly.

He didn’t meet my eyes as he responded. “Mr. Stark thought, with all the media attention and heat on us, on Wanda, that it would be best if she were kept out of the public eye for a while.”

“Mr. Stark? You agreed to that?”

Finally, he met my eyes, offering a single nod. Before I had the chance to say a word he was defending the decision. “It’s like you and Natasha said, we’ve made public mistakes, Wanda especially, having her stay at the compound keeps her secure and out of the public eye. I just want to keep her safe.”

My furrowed my eyebrows at him, half-disbelieving and equally displeased. “By locking her away?” I took a step away from him, his hands falling to his side.

“It isn’t like that…”

“Is she free to leave when she chooses?”

He shook his head, opening and closing his mouth a few times before finally responding. “You make it sound like she’s locked in a jail cell; she’s got plenty of things to occupy her time with at the compound.” Steve entered the room then, flanked by Sharon Carter, prompting me to lower both Pietro and I to lower our voices slightly for some semblance of privacy.

“Just as long as its within the compound walls?”

He narrowed his eyes at me now. “Nadia, that’s not… this is what’s best for her.”

“And that’s up to you and Tony?”

He opened his mouth to respond but I cut him off when Agent Carter pressed the button allowing sound from the television stream to enter the room. It wasn’t the act that caught my attention, but the words I heard spoken by the doctor in charge of Barnes evaluation and the language he spoke them in.

He walked toward the glass containment unit, reading, from a book in Russian. “Longing. Rusted. Seventeen.” My hands shot up to my head as a sudden ache set in. When I blinked, I saw flashes of something, or perhaps somewhere. It was dark and decrepit and cold. I blinked again and I was back. Not this shit again. “Daybreak.” When the doctor spoke that final word, Barnes ripped his arm from its bounds before beginning to tear off the rest of his confinements. The doctor continued to speak. “Furnace. Nine.” Barnes punched at the door of his cell, and I was sent reeling back through my mind yet again.

I cradled my legs against my chest sitting on the damp ground with my back against a brick wall. There was a flash of dark hair and then steely eyes boring into me. “Stop crying.” A rough hand grabbed my chin, but everything was still blurry, the fear, however, that was apparent, it made itself known, burrowing down into my bones. “Weapons don’t weep.”

Pietro’s voice pulled me back to reality, he asked if I was okay, but I was distracted by the sight of Barnes breaking through the door of his cell.

I took the stairs two at a time, Natasha hot on my tail. By the time I’d made it downstairs, Pietro was already there, throwing punches. He did well to hold his own against Barnes, but it wasn’t long before he was overpowered. I ran toward the door centered within the glass wall. Barnes had just finished bending a metal pipe around Pietro’s neck. I moved to his side quickly, ensuring the pipe was not restricting his breathing. “I really do not like that guy.” He huffed, mostly unscathed, save for a few blooming bruises.

“Join the club.” I responded. Standing swiftly and catching Barnes’ fist before he could strike. I was no match for him in strength; never was. “You’re really beginning to piss me off.” I muttered, scanning his face for any sign of the merciful, borderline tragic man I’d seen back in Austria. Looking into his eyes made it clear that the Barnes from before was long gone. He was all Winter Soldier now. I twisted quickly to evade his next attack, ducking under his arm and hitting him hard in the ribs on my way. He evidently noticed but showed little sign of discomfort. I threw a hard punch which he caught easily, using the leverage to flip me onto my back, but it was enough of a distraction for Natasha to attack from behind.

She launched upward to put him into a chokehold, attempting to deathroll him, however, this was no ordinary civilian, he was not just a super soldier he’d been my mentor, he’d even taught Natasha a lot of her most skillful movements. He slammed Natasha into a wall whilst she clung to his back. Two more and her grip was loosened enough for him to send her flying across the room into a stack of chairs before I’d even had the chance to react. However, when I did, it was a quick maneuver. I kicked him in the back of the knee and when that didn’t buckle him, I wrapped my arm tightly around his throat, jumping to lock my legs around his.

“You get the doctor; I’ll deal with this.” I shouted to Natasha as she jumped to her feet once more, she hesitated for a moment but a reassuring look from me had her turning on her heel to find the fleeing man. My grip was perfect, infallible, but when his metal fingers wrapped around my wrist so tightly, I was sure that even the slightest increase in pressure would crush the bone, he managed to pry my arm away. I swallowed down the yelp that fought its way up my throat when he yanked me over his shoulder and slammed me down atop a square table. The surface groaned with the force of my body hitting it. I tried to wedge my leg between up to kick him away from me, but once I felt the cold metal lock around my throat, I knew my next move needed to work. Panic set in as his icy grip tightened. Maybe, fighting wouldn’t get up anywhere after all. I grabbed ahold of his forearm tightly to anchor his attention. “Look at me, you remember me, I know you do; or at least you can.” He didn’t even twitch. I tapped the side of his neck briefly, before dropping my hand back to his arm. “The carotid artery, you taught me all about it. The amount of pressure needed to knock someone out… or to kill them. You taught me that in the Red Room, remember?” His grip tightened, just about cutting off my air supply. I could hear Pietro shouting my name, thrashing around, attempting to break the metal entrapment. “Bucky.” I choked out, a last-ditch effort. It was a split second, barely anything at all. Without being raised as I was it may have slipped notice entirely. A wrinkle appeared beside his eye, signaling a momentary squint, the slightest furrow; confusion, maybe even recollection flashed across his eyes before it was gone. I repeated the nickname, and his grip loosened ever so slightly, allowing air to flow slightly less disturbed again. It was the slightest crack in his immovable, unmerciful disposition and all I needed to slide my leg upward and deliver a hard quick to his stomach. I moved quickly to my feet when he was off me, jumping from it when he kicked the base, sending it flying backward. “See you do remember, Bucky, that’s what Steve used to call you isn’t it?” He didn’t respond but the furrow deepened. “Whatever he did to your mind, you can fight it. Don’t let him turn you back into someone you despise.” He paused again, prompting me to take a single step forward, arms in the air. “I know what it is like, hydra muddled my mind too. I don’t want to fight you, but you have to stop.” I took another step forward when he made no move to attack. He pulled at the roots of his hair, clearly battling some kind of inner turmoil. When his head rose again, he looked me dead in the eyes, squinting slightly as if confused. I opened my mouth to speak again but he cut me off.

“114.”

Three simple numbers. That was all he said, yet it sent my mind reeling all over again.

“What did you just say?” Truthfully, I was afraid of his answer. I’d heard that number far too frequently over the last few months, though it was not just this that disturbed me. They did not ever call me 114 in the Red Room. The first time I recall gearing it was in my own mind when I was remembering my time with Hydra. It was exclusively their term, not one I ever heard Dreykov utter.

So how the hell did the Winter Soldier know it?

He took a step toward me, face falling slightly. “I did not want to do it…”

“Do what?”

“It was the mission. You broke their rules, your mind could not help but find you even after all of it. They had to take it from you.” None of his words made sense to me, I assumed the ‘they’ was Hydra, but I did not understand how he knew anything about that time, nor why he spoke as though he’d been a part of it. I was frozen in place as he took another step closer. “I’m sorry you trusted me.”

The cold embrace of metal cut my air supply once more and my feet lost contact with the ground in the blink of an eye. I clawed at his hand, kicking at him and attempting to reason but was unable to get any words out with his hand closing in around my throat. I made out T’Challa’s form entering the room, spooking Barnes who sent me flying me backward. The impact of the glass wall shattering around my body culminated with a crashing sound and shouts of my name reached my ears but soon there was nothing at all.

Everything was blurry when my eyes opened again, eyelids so heavy it felt like an impossible task to keep them open. Strands of silver hair fell in front of Pietro’s eyes as he leaned over me, a warm hand tilted my head toward him. I could barely make out the movement of his lips, but the sounds were gargled and distant, not quite comprehensible. I blinked up at him a few times, my vision becoming slightly clearer now. When I made sense of my surroundings and the events that had led to me lying surrounded by shards of glass, I sat up abruptly, scanning the room for Barnes. My head started spinning instantly, eyes blurring for a second, Pietro’s hand held the back of my head up, keeping me from collapsing backward.

“Woah, Slow down, Nadia.” He urged, eyebrows knitted together with worry.

I pressed the palm of my hand to my forehead attempting to soothe the throbbing ache that was setting in. “That doctor… he activated the Winter Soldier, we have to go after them, Barnes is not in control of himself anymore.”

“No, the only thing you have to do is get checked by a real doctor.”

“I’m fine, I can’t just sit around and wait for things to get worse, I need to find Barnes before he gets himself in more trouble.”

Pietro shook his head in disbelief. “He could have killed you! He’s hurt a whole lot of other people too, why do you care what happens to him?”

“Because I was him, Pietro.” I forced myself to my feet, bracing against the head spins that followed after. “If Anna hadn’t taken a chance on me, I’d still be him.” I chose not to mention the numbers he’d spoken to me nor my earlier recollection, presuming Pietro had not heard, since he’d yet to ask about it.

That subdued him momentarily and before he could argue any further Stark entered my line of sight, nursing a quickly blooming bruise around his eye. “You okay, kid?” He asked, holding a hand out to help me up. I accepted it and Pietro held my other arm, hoisting me upward. “Ross has given us 36 hours to bring in, Sam, Cap and Barnes.”

“What the hell? How long was I out for.”

“A while, they got away.” Pietro murmured just as Tony excused himself to take a call. My sigh was filled with evident exasperation as I attempted to walk by him to head back upstairs. He caught my arm before I could get any further. “I wasn’t joking about you needing to be checked by a doctor.”

I crossed my arms over my chest with a huff. “We do not have time for this, Pietro, I’m fine.”

“You were thrown through a glass wall.” He deadpanned.

Glancing behind me I saw the remnant of the aforementioned wall, jagged edges and shards covering the floor. “Occupational hazard.” I shrugged.

“Nadia.”

I groaned, throwing my hands in the air in frustration. “Fuck! Fine! I will get cleared by a doctor. Then, will you kindly, get off my ass?”

The corners of his lips quirked ever so slightly and his eyes softened, but there were still shadows around them. “But it is such a nice ass to be on.” His taunt almost came as a relief to me. It was proof, more than anything else, that maybe not everything was lost. The only thing convincing me right now that maybe things really could go back to the way they were.

I let my hand ghost over his cheek, and it was him who looked relieved now. My thumb caressed downward, smoothing over the delicate flesh of his throat where purple was now blooming from him fighting against the metal pipe that had held him down.

“Are you alright?” I asked, tracing the bruise as if the tips of my fingers could wash away the pain of it.

He nodded, his own hand traveling up to eclipse my wrist gently, thumb caressing the back of my hand. “I’m worried, Nadia.”

I exhaled deeply. Glancing downward for a long moment as I gathered my thoughts. “So am I.”

“At least we’ve both signed the accords, so we know we’re on the same page, it’s just Sam and Steve we have to worry about.”

I opened my mouth but closed it again before any words could come out. The accords: I had signed them… and yet, standing here before Pietro I wasn’t so sure we were on the same page. What Tony had said at the compound echoed in my head.

If we can’t accept limitations, we’re boundary-less, we are no better than the bad guys.

He wasn’t wrong.

But then neither was Steve. Governments have agendas, that in itself goes against everything the Avengers was created for.

None of this felt right. It was chaos upstairs and I found myself standing helplessly in the middle of it all. The doctor had cleared me after patching up my cuts and mentioning something about a potential concussion or something along those lines. Natasha had gone to find T’Challa, hoping he’d be willing to work with us to find Barnes. I tapped my foot against the ground restlessly as I watched Pietro standing before a TV with the news playing.

“What did the doc say?” Tony asked, swiping through something on his phone.

I shrugged. “I’ll live.” He rose an eyebrow at me, glancing at me over the edge of his screen. “Nice bruise,” I added, mirroring his expression.

He grumbled something under his breath. “You want to come to Queens with me?”

“Not particularly,” I responded, twisting to stretch my aching back and neck. “What’s in Queens.”

It was his turn to shrug. “Backup… maybe.” I nodded absently, my mind still going back over what Barnes had said to me. It didn’t make any sense, if we had met before the Red Room why didn’t I remember? I remember him mentoring me, I remember all of that. Obviously, Hydra had done a number on my mind, but even then, there were always remnants; weren’t there? How could this part be completely missing from my recollections? For the first time ever, I wished Norris was here. Tony watched me with slightly narrowed eyes. “You doing alright, Nads?”

“Yeah…yeah, I’m good, today is just… a lot.”

He laughed dryly. “You can say that again.”

I looked down at my hands, mind flashing back to the dark cold room, Barnes’ words. “There’s something I need to finish here, but I’ll see you when you get back from Queens with the cavalry.”

Tony took a step toward me, reaching out but his hand stopped short of my shoulder, hesitation evident in his pause. I glanced at his hand for a moment before nodding at him. The warm weight of his palm was bizarrely comforting. “Thanks for having my back, kid.”

I swallowed heavily, nodding at him. “Yeah of course.”

“Hey, when we’re back in New York after this is all hashed out you should come to the lab with me… I created a device, it might not work for you, but it connects with the brain to help you relive memories as if you are there, interacting with them.” I didn’t respond right away, evidently encouraging Tony to continue. “While I was ‘tinkering’ as you like to put it, I had this thought, maybe this could be like what Norris does for you but without the aspect of human error, you wouldn’t necessarily have to know where to look to find the memories.”

I opened my mouth but closed it again soon after, not knowing what to say seemed to be a trend for me today. Tony looked down at his phone once more, nonchalant as he opened it. Though, as much as he clung to his unaffected disposition, I couldn’t shake the sincerity of his words. “I see why you have to wear the metal suit now… because inside you’re all soft and squishy.” It was a taunt, but I punctuated it by returning the gesture of squeezing his shoulder briefly before letting my hand drop back to my side. “Do you really think we’ll be able to ‘hash’ this all out?” I asked, earnestly.

He exhaled, looking through the glass toward the news Pietro was still entranced by. “Honestly? I don’t know. I’m doing my best to stay positive. Manifesting a non-catastrophic outcome, I guess. The power of thought is all the rage these days, what’s the saying? I think…”

“I think, therefore I am.”

[issuedsideways]

today's the anniversary of the battle of new york so here's something i have wanted to draw for ages. it's still 2012 in my heart

[mochie85]

When The Ball Drops

Summary: A continuation of "Have Mercy." Loki tries so hard to get you to kiss him again but you resist him. Until he comes up with a plan on New Year's Eve. Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Word Count: Over 3.5k Warnings: Fluff, kissing, cameos from multiple Avengers, the use of Y/N

It had been weeks since you saved Loki’s life and brought him back from his near-death experience. Or as Loki fondly likes to call it, “the time you asked him out on a date.” He was relentless with his flirtations towards you. He would seek you out at all hours, multiple times a day, just to wear you down.

One time he caught you by the kitchen pouring yourself a cup of coffee. “There you are, my angel.” He slid on the side of the counter, pulling up right next to you. “I have a headache. Do you think you could kiss it and make it all better?” he crooned so sweetly.

“No,” you answered him flatly and walked away, sipping your coffee.

Or, that time you were kickboxing with Sam. While Loki and Thor just happened to be training on the mat across from you. Thor had knocked him down with a single blow. Loki immediately cried to you from the floor. “Darling! My brother doesn’t seem to know the difference between practice and actual combat. Could you spare me a kiss so that I can continue and teach him a lesson?” He lay on the floor with his hair falling from the loose bun he kept it in. His arms spread apart, looking up at you through thick, long lashes.

“No, Loki!” You were so irritated that you took your fighting gloves off and threw them on the floor. Missing his head by an inch. Loki didn’t even flinch as he watched you storm off in anger. “Go to med-bay if you’re injured!”

“My angel,” Loki purred this morning after a team meeting. “I seem to have a paper cut on my finger. Can you-”

“No! Loki I will not kiss you!” you asserted, gathering your materials to get out of there quickly.

“I was going to suggest you lick it. But if that’s what you prefer, I’ll take it as a consolation prize,” he smiled and puckered his lips towards you. Your palms had never itched more, wanting to slap the kiss right off his mouth. You growled in frustration as you turned on your heel and walked out.

Loki heard light chuckles coming from the end of the large meeting table. Wilson and Barnes were shaking their heads, having watched the whole scene play out. “Is there something that you two find amusing?”

“Ya, man. You!” Wilson answered.

“I’m glad my shortcomings amuse you,” Loki answered with a slight upturn of his lip.

“Let me give you some advice,” Sam said walking over to him.

“Not warranted. Nor requested.”

“I’ma give it to you anyway.” Sam clapped a hand on Loki’s shoulder and looked him straight in the eye. “You need to chill.”

“I beg your pardon?” Loki said astounded.

“The more you push, the harder she resists,” Barnes interjected.

“Stop harassing her,” Sam continued.

“You, constantly being around her, reminding her of that kiss, is not gonna go well for you,” Barnes added.

“Are you saying that she regretted healing me?” Loki questioned.

“No,” they both answer in unison.

“Anyone can see that she was smitten with you from day one!” Sam declared.

“And she wouldn’t just kiss anybody. She offered to heal my arm once, though,” Barnes said to Wilson. “I wonder if she would’ve kissed me then?” He said introspectively, biting his lip in thought. Loki sneered at the notion.

“But she thinks that you’re just teasing her. That you’re not sincere with your feelings and you’re just looking for a way to provoke or annoy her.”

“I honestly don’t know how I can make it any clearer for her that I’m interested other than to ask her flat-out naked!”

“NO!” they both screamed again.

“Well, it would've worked on Asgard.” Loki pouted, crossing his arms as he sat on the ledge of the conference table.

“I’m sure it would’ve,” Sam nodded sarcastically. “Look, do you really like her?” Loki gave him a sardonic look, appalled that Wilson would even ask such a question.

“Then prove to her that you’re worthy of her affections. Wait for her to ask you. That way you’ll know she wants you too and not just because she’s trying to save your life.” At this last drop of wisdom, Barnes and Wilson left Loki in the conference room, pondering ways to prove his sincerity towards you.

You hurried towards your room, scenes from the last moments with Loki replaying in your mind. How could everything have gone tits up in just a couple of weeks?! You left the meeting today exhausted more than ever. You weren’t sure if it was misplaced gratitude for saving his life or if he genuinely is attracted to you but you didn’t think you could resist Loki anymore.

You know he’s just mocking you about what happened. He doesn’t have any real feelings towards you. It’s in his nature to be playful. But every time he comes anywhere near you and he puckers those lips of his, your knees buckle and you almost give in.

Screw it! If he wants to tease you so badly, maybe you could call his bluff and kiss him back. Perhaps then he’ll realize that his joke had gone way too far and he’d stop. Yes! The next time he teases you, you’ll kiss him right back.

But he never did. After weeks of trying to get under your skin, he finally relented. Morning coffee breaks were innocuous and pleasant. Sometimes, he would have a cup waiting for you, just the way you like it. No quips. No lewd gestures about kissing. Just a handsome smile and a friendly, helping hand.

There were times you would see him walk out of the training rooms with Thor, holding on to his side in pain. You were ready for him to make a quick jab about needing your kiss to heal the ache. But none ever came. Only a quick, “Hello, darling,” in passing as he limped off in the direction of med-bay. You’ve missed your chance.

Days later, holiday lights still glittered around the buildings of New York. Remnants of Christmas still decorated Fifth Avenue. The frigid air nipped at your cheeks making you hold on to your faux mink tighter.

Tony’s New Year’s Eve party was different this year. No celebrities. No politicians. Just the Avengers, along with the friends and family that loved them. He had rented the whole rooftop of the Marriott Marquis, overlooking Times Square. Soft velvet settees were strewn across the space under a luxurious pergola and a fantastic view of the ball waiting to be dropped.  

Lounging next to one of the many heat lamps, you wrapped your coat tighter around your shoulders. “So, who are you kissing when the clock strikes midnight?” Nat asked you, pouring you a glass of Bollinger. Her red lipstick was as bright as her hair. With one side of her fur falling down her shoulder, she looked like the classic Hollywood vixen, ready for her next close-up. Fitting for tonight’s Vintage Hollywood theme.

“I don’t know,” you lied, taking the stem from her hand. You knew exactly who you wanted to kiss tonight. “I haven’t really thought about it.”

“Liar.” She said so cooly. You smirked, chastising yourself for trying to lie to one of the world’s best interrogators. “I bet I could guess who!” She sang as you rolled your eyes.

“Even if I did want one of them to kiss me, that doesn’t mean that they will.”

“Come on. I’m sure one of them would love to snog you at midnight,” she chuckled. “An extra blessing of good health and fortune for the coming year…” She wagged her eyebrows and elbowed you.

“Oh, please.”

“Ok, there’s Steve.”

“Your ex?!”

“Ya!”

“No!” you exclaimed.

“He’s a great kisser.”

“Then why don’t you kiss him at midnight”

“We’re trying to get YOU kissed. Not me, remember? OK, what about Thing 1 and Thing 2?” She said pointing to Sam and Bucky.

“No,” you said laughing.

“Why not?”

“No. I just don’t see them that way. It’ll make for an awkward kiss.”

“How ‘bout Bruce?”

“Bruce isn’t even here.” You said looking around the party.

“Ok then, what about Thor?”

“He’s with Jane.”

“Why not try your luck with tall, dark, and stabby then?” she said pointing to Loki with her champagne flute. You snorted at her nickname for Loki nearly spilling champagne as you took a calculated sip. “Oh my god!”

“Nat! Please. Keep your voice down!”

“No one can hear me! It’s a loud party.”

“Yes, a party with superhuman beings who have superhuman hearing!”

“Good! Maybe he’ll make a move!” She said slightly louder, hoping to grab his attention.

“Shh! Shh! Keep it down!” you laughed as you tried to calm her. “He’s been making moves. But I think…I dropped the ball on this one.” You looked over to where Loki was standing, trying to see if he had caught anything that Nat was saying. He was standing proud, having a conversation with Steve. His long black coat fit him snugly while the fur lining of his collar accented his sharp jaw. His gloved hand squeezed tightly around the cane he was holding, making you wonder if he did hear Nat. God, to have that gloved hand wrapped around my neck.

“He’s staring at you.” You heard Nat whisper to your ear.

“What?!” you turned to Nat and then back to Loki quickly, meeting his stare. You were so caught up in imagining his hands that you missed his eyes on you.

You see Loki and Steve staring at both of you, saying things under hushed tones. “They’re probably looking at you,” you explained. “What’s the deal between you and Steve, anyway?” You changed the subject.  “How long has it been since you guys talked?”

“A while.”

“How long is a whi-”

“Listen, since I don’t have anyone to kiss either, why don’t we just kiss each other at midnight? Deal?”

You paused at her ability to change the subject. You gave her a knowing look but allowed her to escape your scrutiny. “Deal!” you sighed, giggling as you clinked your glasses again and took sips readying for round two.

Loki smirked as he listened to your entire conversation. Up until now, he’s been patiently waiting for you to come to him. Giving you compliments. Finding small but lingering ways to touch you. He didn’t know if his tactics were working until he overheard your conversation with Agent Romanoff. He was confident you returned his affections.

Nerves shot through his entire body. Excitement and anxiety all rolled into one giant emotion he could not define. Who knew that Barnes and Wilson’s advice would work? “Tell me, Rogers, what is this tradition you guys have about kissing each other at midnight?” Loki asked as he watched you and Romanoff.

Steve followed Loki’s stare and saw you and Natasha lounging and laughing over a bottle of champagne. He remembered how he and Nat kissed at midnight last year, promising each other to try. But ultimately failing after six months.

“It’s a stupid superstition that doesn’t mean anything,” Steve said bitterly. Loki gave him a look to continue. “It’s said that whoever you kiss at midnight, will be your sweetheart for the rest of the year. Or if you’re already in a relationship, make it stronger.”

“I see,” Loki said contemplatively.

“It’s just superstition, Loki, don’t buy into it.”

“If you’ll excuse me, I have to find my brother.” Loki excused himself, already putting together details of a plan in his head.

“Thor! Thor…” he said pulling him aside. “Did you know about this Midgardian tradition of kissing at midnight?”

“Yes! Jane and I planned on it when the hour strikes. Who will be your intended, dear brother?” Thor asked happily. Loki looked at him pointedly. “Oh! You got the priestess to agree to kiss you?! That’s wonderful news!”

“Not quite. I need your help.”

“Get Help?”

“NO! For Father’s sake, if you throw me across the room, I will END YOU!”

 “Alright, alright. I jest Loki. What can I do to help?”

“I’d like to kiss her at midnight, but too many people are vying for her attention. Too many variables. Too many options.”

“Don’t worry little brother, I’ve got this!”

Ten minutes before midnight, you can feel the buzz in the air as everyone scrambles to ring in the new year. You and Nat had graduated to the bar. Both of you nursing new flutes of prosecco.

Behind you, Thor rushes through the crowd looking for Steve. “Rogers, who are you kissing at midnight? Nat or Wanda?”

“Nat or Wanda? What do you mean?”

“Well, you have to kiss someone. Isn’t that your Midgardian tradition? And I figured you wouldn’t want to kiss Nat, I mean with your history and all…”

“Well, ya…” Steve rubbed the back of his neck, thinking about Thor’s proposition. “But what about Y/N?”

“Oh, Lady Y/N is kissing my brother.”

“Loki?! But, I…”

“Oh, I apologize. Did you want to kiss my brother instead?” Thor asked quickly. “I can look for him and change his mind. I didn’t know you had…”

“NO! No, I don’t. But, um…”

“Wonderful! So, Nat or Wanda?”

“I guess Wanda,” Steve shrugged. “Nat and I do have a history.”

“Perfect! I’ll let Wanda know.”

“Now hold on just a second…” Steve’s voice trailed away as Thor sprinted into the crowd. His eyes searched for the Scarlet Witch among the revelers and found her amidst a harem of men all rivaling for her attention.

“Wanda!” Thor shouted, frightening some of the men in the group. “Come. Steve says he wanted to kiss you at midnight!”

“I knew it! He couldn’t hide behind that shy act for long!” she said standing up and smoothing out her dress.

“Perfect! You should go to him right now, and make sure no one else claims him before you do.” Thor said. Wanda nodded with determination and marched her way over to Steve.

“Oh, come on Thor!” Wilson said behind him. “I was just about to ask her!” Thor turned to see Sam and Bucky amongst Wanda’s many admirers.

“Uh…you’re in luck, my dear friends. I know someone anxious to kiss you both.” Thor gleamed.

“Us both?” Bucky questioned. Thor pointed to where you and Natasha sat.

“Ooh, nice choice. But I doubt that Steve would actually like that.” Sam said.

“And I believe Y/N is already spoken for,” Bucky added, pointing to Loki walking in your direction.

“It is for Steve we do this!” Thor wrapped his bulging arms around each of their necks. “We all know how miserable both he and Natasha are right now. Make him a little jealous. Perhaps he’ll rise to the occasion and get back his true love.”

“His true love?” Sam questioned.

“For true love!” Thor repeated, squeezing their necks tighter.

“The things we do for our friends,” Bucky grumbled under his breath.

Meanwhile, Loki made his way to the bar where you and Nat were laughing. “Ladies,” he said in that low baritone of his. “I’m sorry to disrupt your merriment, but may I speak to you privately, Agent Romanoff?”

You and Nat exchanged glances as she raised her eyebrow. A smirk fell upon her red lips and that’s when you felt it. A sharp pang of jealousy that twisted a knife in your gut. You hoped that your smile was still plastered on your face. Lord knows Nat could spot a tell from a mile away and you weren’t as good at hiding it as she was.

Loki offered his hand and Nat took it, hopping off the barstool, hand in hand with the man you’ve been pining for. You waited till both their backs were to you when you turned back around to the bar and let your smile die.

“Can I get a shot of tequila!” you yelled to the bartender, holding up your hand. You watched as Loki led Nat to the middle of the room, his arm wrapped around her delicate waste. “Make it a double!” you said with a huff. The sight in front of you was too much to witness. You had accepted that you might not get to kiss Loki at all tonight, but to watch him kiss someone else would be devastating to you.

With nothing, and no one else, keeping you at the party you decided to leave. You ran from the party as quickly as possible with your head turned down, holding back tears and feelings of betrayal.

“Loki, I hope you’re not gonna ask me for a kiss at midnight. That’s a hard pass.” Nat started before he took her very far.

“No, my dear. I overheard your conversation earlier with our dear healer. I was hoping to alleviate your promise of kissing her at midnight by offering you an alternative.”

“What alternative?”

“Two, alternatives actually.” At this, Loki gently grabbed Natasha’s shoulder and spun her around to see Bucky and Sam by the DJ booth. Sam held his drink up to her in greeting, while Bucky just grinned.

“Two! Steve wouldn’t like this.”

“Roger’s is kissing the Witch tonight.” He pointed to where Steve and Wanda were talking. Jealousy burned inside Natasha. A quiet resolve cemented in her and she was set on making him pay for it. “But what about Y/N?”

“As I said, I plan to take charge of her kiss from midnight, and all her kisses thereafter,” Loki winked at her.

“Don’t play with her heart, Loki.”

“I should warn you of the same with your soldier, agent.” He bowed slightly as Nat sauntered her way over to the two soldiers waiting for her.

When Loki turned back towards the bar, his face had fallen realizing that you were no longer there. Panicked, he looked around and found a trail of your coat just as it disappeared inside the hotel. Loki looked at his watch- three minutes left. The crowd below started getting restless and the giant numbers on the large screen on top of the prismatic ball had started ticking down towards midnight.

“Darling, where are you going? The clock is about to strike.” Loki caught up to you at the elevators. You gulped at the sight of him coming towards you. Inside the lobby, the heat was almost suffocating, and Loki unbuttoned his coat to be less stifling. You watched as he removed his gloves, finger by finger, and stuffed them into his coat pocket. The action mesmerized you until you were face to face with him.

“Loki! Shouldn’t you be with Natasha right now?” You said as you looked up at the elevator numbers ticking by so slowly. You pushed the call button praying for the lift to come faster.

“She’s currently entertaining Thing 1 and Thing 2. If my memory of your conversation serves me correctly.” You stared at him in disbelief. You might have had too much to drink. But not enough to miss the implication of what that meant.

He knows. He overheard your conversation and he knows!

He placed his hands on your waist and pulled you towards him, leading you away from the elevators. Away from the notion of running.

His fingers were soft and warm as he cupped your cheek. “Since you’ve saved my life, I have plotted and asked several times for you to kiss me again, my angel. I will not ask again.” His lips were grazing your skin. The heat in his breath intoxicated you. You closed your eyes at the overwhelming sensation of being held by him.  “I told myself that the next time we kiss, it would be because you asked me to. Not out of any obligation. But because you want me. As much as I want you.”

Outside you could hear the deafening roar of people counting down from ten. It melded with the electric buzz going through your body being held so close by Loki. “But I truly can't resist you any longer. I have thought of nothing else since you kissed me that day on the field.”

“Loki…”

“Please ask me.” Three.

“What?” Two.

“Ask me to kiss you.” One.

“Kiss me Loki-” you barely said his name when his lips found yours and held on tight.  A slight whimper fell from your lips, and he reacted by holding you tighter against his body.

Your fingers were entwined in his hair, holding him close to you. You pulled away to catch your breath, and his lips followed yours—unsatisfied from the short amount of contact they had received.  

This kiss was different than the last. There wasn’t a threat of losing his life hanging over you. Instead, the urge was from longing and desire. There was fire and vigor in his lips. And you consumed him easily like a starved woman.

“Happy New Year, my dear,” Loki exhaled between kisses.

“Happy New Year,” you giggled holding him tight.

⬅️ Have Mercy (prequel)

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Shared Experience - Chapter 2

Shared Experience - A Captain America Fanfic

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Rating:  E

Warnings:  Canon typical violence and the usual vampire stuff

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Rose Astor

Word Count: 2346

Summary:  Rose Astor met her end in 1920, joining the ranks of the living dead two years after the birth of Steve Rogers.  A century later the two meet in battle - a beacon of light clashing with a creature of the night.  Despite their differences, the two bond over their shared life experiences.  Can a vampire become an Avenger?  Can two such different beings create a life together?

Chapter 2

The cell was cold and sterile and lit far too brightly for Rose’s taste but lacked any natural light sources; under the circumstances, she was grateful for that.  She could feel dawn’s arrival nearing.  The urge to go to ground was clawing through her, making her skin itch and her teeth hurt.  Despite the fact she should be safe here, her body didn’t like being so far above ground without being encased with soil or a coffin.

When Captain America had caught her, she’d pleaded to be put somewhere dark.  The spinal injury had kept her incapacitated for hours, yet even still when he came close to her to help put her on a gurney, she’d tried to compel him to let her go.  There had been some device blocking her will, and she’d realized that the Avengers must have developed some technology to block psychic attacks.  Likely due to the witch in their company.   Not only had Steve Rogers been unaffected by her powers, but he’d been aware that she’d been using them and warned the crew that brought her to the Tower that she would attempt to use them.

They had unnecessarily treated her injuries and placed her in this metal cell lying flat out on a hospital bed.  When the feeling came back to her feet she’d gotten up and looked for a way out, and now that dawn was approaching she knew if she wasn’t able to compel anyone to let her go soon, she’d be unconscious and helpless in the midst of superheroes.

For a while she crouched by the door, hoping to ambush anyone that might come to check on her.  They might be impervious to compulsion, but they weren’t to being turned.  When it was clear that no one was coming, she tore the mattress and the blankets from the gurney and pushed the mattress under the metal bench that ran along the side of the room.  She hung the blankets over the side of the bench and crawled in.  It wasn’t ideal, but it stopped the itchy feeling from bothering her as she fell into unconsciousness.

Rose didn’t fall asleep or wake up like humans did.  She was awake and then she wasn’t.  It wasn’t even sleep in the way a human would experience it.  To any layman, the lack of heartbeat, brain activity, or breathing would indicate she was dead.  She didn’t react to external stimuli in any way.  If someone chose to take that moment to stake her through the heart, she would jerk up as the stake entered her, and then crumble into dust.

When she regained consciousness, it wasn’t slow or gradual.  She didn’t feel tired.  She was just awake where before she was not.

It took her a second to realize that she was no longer under the bench she’d hidden in, but now in a metal box.  She was much colder than normal, but it didn’t bother her.  What bothered her was that she was locked in a mortuary fridge.

It wasn’t the first time it had happened, once she’d hidden in one herself, but she knew they were nigh on impossible to break out of once you were in one.  It was strange though, despite her predicament, she was relieved.  She was relieved they hadn’t tried to do an autopsy on her.  She was relieved that whatever path they’d taken from her cell to the morgue, she hadn’t passed through sunlight.  She also seemed to be in most of her clothes.  Her shoes and socks were gone, as were her sunglasses and jacket, but she still wore the palazzo pants and turtleneck she’d been wearing last night.  It could definitely be worse.

She began to kick at the door beneath her feet, hoping to any god that might care about her, that she’d be able to break the hinge off the door.

After two kicks the door swung open and the drawer was pulled out, and she was face to face with Steve Rogers once more.  “Why did you lock me in there!” she shouted, pushing herself up and jumping down from the drawer.  She didn’t try to run.  Not yet anyway.  She knew if he had been waiting here with her, he must know what she was, so if she attempted to escape there would be something to take her out.  It was better to bide her time and look for the best exit.

“You were dead,” he said.  “That’s where we put dead people.”

“And you just hang out in morgues for fun, do you?” she hissed.

“I had my suspicions,” he answered.  “They found you dead, but you’d managed to pull a gurney apart despite having a spinal injury that left you paralyzed the last time I saw you.  There was footage from the security tapes of things being tossed around, but you were nowhere to be seen.  When I went in to speak with you, you were under a bench in what looked like a fort, and there were no signs of life.  They wanted to do an autopsy.  I told them to wait until tomorrow.  So tell me - what are you?”

She rolled her eyes. “I think you already know the answer to that question.”

“See that’s the thing,” Steve said, taking a seat on one of the tall metal stools at the autopsy table.  “I thought vampires were fictional.”

“I thought Norse gods were fictional, and then there were two smashing up my city,” she said. “The universe is big.  Maybe all fiction has a piece of reality in it.”

“Still,” he said.  “Thor was living on another planet.  I’ve been on this one for quite a while now, you’d think I would have come across one of you before.”

She stalked toward him.  Her bare feet padded along the cool steel floor.  “What do you want me to do?  Prove it to you?”

She moved lightning fast, one hand going to his hair and the other to his neck as she shoved him up against the table.  She yanked his head back and bared her fangs.  “I wonder what a supersoldier’s blood tastes like.  Do you think that serum will make me even stronger?  Maybe I’ll turn you.  That might get me out of here safely, Captain.” 

She didn’t mean anything she said.  It was all for show.  She’d never turned anyone, and she didn’t want to start now.  But he obviously wanted something from her and she wanted to see what he’d do.  She leaned in pressing her fangs against his skin, just above the carotid artery.  She could feel the blood pulsing through it under her teeth.  She could smell it.  There was something slightly different to the scent.  Something akin to ozone or smoke.  She didn’t have time to study it, as Steve reached up and pressed something to her collarbone, and it felt like her skin caught fire.  She scrambled back, hissing in pain, and moving as far away from him as possible.

Steve held up the crucifix he’d pressed against her skin.  To double down on the old mythos, it seemed to be made of silver.  “So it is true.”

“I told you it was,” she said.

“Those children, they said you saved them,” he said, putting the crucifix back into his pocket.

“I told you that too,” she said.

“I’m just trying to understand it,” he said.  “Why would you save those children when you’re … well -” he waved his hand at her, gesturing up and down her body.

“A bloodthirsty monster?” she asked.

“Something like that,” Steve agreed.

She sighed and leaned against the wall.  “I was human once.  I drink blood because I have to to survive.  That doesn’t mean I want to see children used as a human shield.”

Steve’s blue eyes moved up and down her body, assessing her, looking for any sign she was lying to him.  She folded her arms around her middle.  It had been a long time since anyone had made her feel this vulnerable.  Not since she’d been turned.

“Can I go?” she asked.

“No,” he answered.  “You still killed a man.”

“Oh, like you haven’t,” she spat.

“Of course I have,” he said.  “But never like that.  I try not to kill whenever possible.”

“Well, we can’t all be a perfect little golden boy,” she snarked.  “Can we at least not have this conversation in the goddamn morgue?”

“Sure,” Steve said.  “Follow me.”

He opened the door and she followed him back through the building to the elevator.  Her eyes darted around the space, trying to work out if there was a means of escape.  Steve was fast.  Fast enough to keep up with her if she ran.  Plus he was strong enough to match her hand-to-hand.  Then there was everyone else in the building.  If Thor was alerted, she didn’t think there would be anything she could do to survive an assault from him.  So she followed along placidly, hoping he’d show some mercy on her.

They caught the elevator up, Steve leaned against the wall and looked at her.  “You barely look eighteen,” Steve said.  “How old are you?”

“You barely look twenty-five, how old are you?” she asked.

Steve laughed.  “Touché.”

“What are you going to do with me?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” he replied.  “I have never had to consider what to do in this situation.  You helped.  But the way you helped.  How many other people have you killed?  Are you going to kill again?”

“You can’t hold me for imagined future crimes,” Rose argued.  “And you can’t hold me without evidence of any past ones.  I thought you of all people should know that.”

He frowned and looked down at his hands.  She had gotten to him.  Not enough for him to let her go.  This wasn’t a case of a hypothetical danger to the world.  She was a monster and setting her free meant setting free a being that fed on humans.

The elevator opened and he gestured for her to go through.  Still, the perfect gentleman he was raised.  She walked through and he led her to his office, pulling out a chair at his desk for her to sit at.  When she was sitting he went to his chair and sat facing her.  The office was much more modern than she expected.  The desk was black formica and extremely polished, to the point that if she gave off a reflection she would have seen it on the surface.  It attached directly to cabinets that ran down the side of the room under the frosted windows that acted as a wall to his office.  There was a panel that, if activated, would create the holographic screen of his computer on the desk, as well as a keyboard and a landline phone.  The only personal objects in the room were a series of papers stuck to the glass above the shelves.  Among them were some pencil sketches on aged notebook paper, and what appeared to be his 4F forms.

“I fought in World War II, you know?” Rose said as she turned her attention back to Steve.

“On which side,” he asked suspiciously.

She laughed.  “It really bothers you to think I might not be evil, doesn’t it?  The Ally’s side.  I was there before you started fighting.  The US had a monster division.  Did you know that?”

He shook his head.  “I don’t even know if I can believe that,” he said.

“It’s true.  There were monsters on the other side too.  The monster hunters were sent after them, and we were told to take care of Hitler’s obsession with the mystic world,” she explained.

Steve sat back and pinched the bridge of his nose.  It was hard when your whole worldview had come into question.

“Maybe we should start at the beginning,” he said, opening up the holographic screen on his computer.  “What’s your name?”

“Rose.  Rose Astor.  Of the Manhattan Astors,” she said.

Steve raised an eyebrow and began to type something into the computer.  “I’ve heard of you.  The Astor’s daughter went missing around the time I was born.  My mom would always bring it up when I would go out to play and dad…” he trailed off.  “It doesn’t matter.  What happened to you?”

“This happened to me,” she said.  “It was the start of prohibition and I had reached the legal drinking age the year they banned drinking.  I went out to a speakeasy and a vampire got me.  He kept me with him for a while.  I got free and he returned to Europe.  I was glad to see the back of him.”

“So you’re from my time?” he asked. 

She smiled.  “A little older, but yes.  We were in the same city when you were growing up.  I’m sure we have a lot in common, Captain Rogers.  Possibly more than you do with your friends.  Well - aside from that one little thing.”

“It’s not that little,” he said.

“Ahh, yes,” she agreed.  “You signed up to have a foreign substance injected into you that made you superhuman.  I had it forced on me.  You get to go out in the sun.  I don’t.”

“I’m sorry,” Steve said.  “I’m sorry that happened to you.  And I’m sorry you’ve had to live like this.  But I don’t know if I can just let you go.  If you kill again, that blood will be on my hands.”

“So what?  You’re just going to hold me here forever as your prisoner?  You’re as bad as he is,” she said.

Steve shook his head almost imperceptibly.  “Maybe you could join the team.  Prove to us you aren’t a danger to the rest of the world.”

Rose sank back into her chair.  She hated this.  She was going to be a prisoner all over again being forced to do things she didn’t want to do.  There didn’t seem to be any choice.  She believed Steve Rogers was a good man.  Hopefully, he could prove that to her too.

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Seraphim

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Some may say j. Jonah Jameson is spider-man’s biggest hater. Some may say mysterio. They’re wrong. It’s Sebastian Stan and Anthony mackie.

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When Everything's Made to be Broken - Chapter 22: You're Talking Me Through

Summary: When Loki’s down for the count, he learns he doesn’t have to weather the storm alone. Along the way, he realizes a few things. 

Contents: This entire chapter takes place in a hospital; however, the blood and gore are kept to a minimum (if at all). There are, however, descriptions of almost fainting, pain, and medical equipment. If you like hurt/comfort, you’ll love this chapter. This is a chapter almost entirely composed of Loki/Theo interactions, which we haven’t had in a while! Also, the slow burn is burning, if you catch my drift 😉

Author's Note: Happy new year, and happy 150,000 words of WEMTBB (according to AO3)! Starting with this chapter, I’m changing how I share WEMTBB updates — I’ll have the first bit of the chapter posted on tumblr, but then link to AO3 to read the full chapter. With AI scraping more and more sites for text to train their language models, I don’t feel comfortable posting full chapters on tumblr anymore, but I know some folks still get updates here so I don’t want to leave them in the dark when things get posted and I want it to be easy for folks to reblog/share if they enjoyed reading! I’ll eventually go back and update the past chapters to this format as well, as time allows.

Anyways, if you’ve made it this far, thanks for continuing to stick with this story, even when my updates aren’t as frequent as they used to be (I wish I had the time to give 5k-10k updates each week, but capitalism and having to work during my peak creative time puts a damper on things.) I’m also toying with the idea of writing a few chapters ahead before I post the next chapter so I can have a backlog and hopefully get back on a more consistent posting schedule. We’re getting to the point where the slow burn is, well, burning and I’m quite excited for it 😉

if you are still here, feel free to send a wave and lmk! As always, I love hearing thoughts/comments/reactions, whether you want to comment, reblog, or send me a message — I love nerding about these dweebs! Reblogs are always appreciated <3

Word Count: 14,855

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You're Talking Me Through

Song: Platform Fire - Jack’s Mannequin Tore up like your baby blue jeans I was stepping through a fog Under pressure but I’m feeling weightless Can’t let heaven’s pinstripe shootings Leave you carrying a cross across a desert when you’re feeling faithless After all, this haze is only temporary Laughter falls on deaf ears in the auditorium

The first thing Loki noticed, upon waking, was a strange sense of fogginess that enveloped his entire consciousness, dulling his senses to the extent that the ache of his head and the soreness in his side felt as if they belonged to another body — one that was not his own, yet connected through some sort of mystical phenomenon. 

Sluggishly, he pried his eyes open, only to immediately squeeze them shut at a sudden, sharp stab of pain, as if the light slammed directly into his skull. He waited a moment for the discomfort to subside, instead relying on his other senses to give him any indication of where he might be.

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[dukeofthomas]

calling bruce jason's 'father figure' should be illegal. jason is his son. he was literally even legally adopted. "father figure" my ass that's his dad ???