#avengers assemble fanfic

[avengers-assemble-fanfic]

Ashley conhece o Hércules?

Ashley: Agora vocês só estão inventando nomes, não estão?

[cowboylikeyouu]

why does everybody hate mcu clint so much??? i’ve read his comics but i still love jeremy renner’s portrayal of him and stuff :(

like i can understand being disappointed in some ways about how the character was changed for the movies, but i can’t understood all the hate for him

for me, personally, it's not that mcu clint is a bad character per se, it's really just the fact that he doesn't feel like clint barton. give him any other name and he's a fine character, but compare him to comic clint and they're in NO WAY the same person.

on one hand you have that responsible, serious husband and well adjusted father of three, who cracks a joke here and there but takes everything pretty serious most of the time, who has his life under control, while everyone else on the team is a mess. he doesn't have that much of a personality, no weird habits or (dis)likes, he really fades in comparison to other team members like tony, who's lines are always on point and who gets a back story and everything.

on the other hand there's this 6'3" disaster of a human being, who lives for coffee, dogs, tv shows and nothing else, is obsessed with purple for no reason at all, grew up in a circus after he escaped his abusive dad, can't take anything seriously and cracks the funniest joke all the fucking time, even makes fun of captain america on a regular basis (at least in the early avengers comics), runs away from himself and responsibility, fucks up nearly all of his relationships because he really sucks at emotions, but then forms those really precious bonds with people like kate, and who's just kind of an asshole really, but simultaneously a fucking ray of sunshine. plus he's deaf and we always love some representation. oh, and mcu clint is like the straightest guy ever, and then there's comic clint who is just so easy to headcanon as this bisexual disaster, and we all know how much fandom loves a queer coded character.

so, the mcu basically took away every fun part of the awesome character that is clint barton and it SUCKS. i really don't hate movie clint as his own character, i just hate hate HATE the fact that he's supposed to be THE clint barton because he IS NOT, and he'll never be. i'm sorry, but jeremy renner just can't pull it off, i'll never understand how they saw bigger-than-steve, blond-mess, purple-loving, coffee-addict comic clint and where like: "oh yeah, let's cast 5' 9" jeremy renner and give his character a huge, healthy family, and no mental health problems, that's just perfect😍"

it's just so sad to be aware of the awesomeness of comic clint and then watch the movies because you're constantly thinking "oh what could've been..." if they did comic accurate movie clint, he'd definitely be a fan-favourite and we'd have tons of edits, and ships, and merchandise, but NO, most mcu fans just forget about him or don't find him special or entertaining (bc his mcu version really really isn't) and he gets left out of all the casual merchandise you can find in random shops (i literally have an album on my phone that's dedicated to photos i took of cheap avengers merchandise with the "o6" avengers sans clint lmao)

you're obviously allowed to love movie clint and jeremy's portrayal, that's great!!! i was an mcu fan way before i even knew just how different comic clint was, and i loved mcu clint so much back then! but after reading the comics and thousands of fanfiction, i'm just really really angry that there isn't a good live action on screen representation of my all time favourite fictional character, and i think many people feel the same :(

okay, i think i'm done lmao.

anyways, shout out to avengers assemble clint, my one true love <3 the mcu should take notes.

[schrijverr]

Avengers Assemble Tony breaks down when he comes home and sees they’ve wrecked the Tower again, because he puts so much time and effort into their living space and fixing it up every time they wreck it again. Like, I know it’s a gag, but this man has a job and is responsible for their house and they just keep breaking it and I can just picture him arriving after a long day of meetings (maybe he got yelled at for missing a deadline that he missed because he was off fighting a threat, but it never made it to earth, so the board doesn’t believe him due to his rep) and he just takes a look at the state of their living room and breaks down crying.

[peteypiessuperfamily]

I write fanfics like the mcu cast is in avengers assemble and I think thats how the world should be

[super-luna-fic]

Welcome to my Page!

Hello! I go by Luna online and I am excited to share with you what I have been working on for the past few months. As stated in my bio I will be writing DC and Marvel fanfiction stories/series. In these stories, the original character I created will be the main character. The first series that I will be posting will be a DC fanfiction series from a television series a lot of us watched as a kid. Please be on the lookout for the series description for I will be posting it later this week!

Now onto why I created this page and decided to write my own fanfiction. As someone who loves to read, I would always be searching for new fanfiction whether it was DC, Marvel, or anime-related. I, however, noticed that I could not relate to a lot of the main characters for various reasons. For one I don't have blonde straight hair, nor do I have blue eyes, or "white" skin (Yes, this is general but I do see these descriptions a lot). I am a brown girl with curly hair and brown eyes. If anyone tries to run their fingers through my hair, chances are it's probably getting stuck (unless it's within a day or two from wash day). I'm not saying there aren't readers who match those descriptions but for me and maybe other brown readers, it can be hard to relate. Which is why I decided to create this page so that I can provide content that some of us can relate to. To provide characters where some of us can say "Hey, I kinda relate or look like that person". Have you ever heard of the phrase "If you want something done, do it yourself". That's exactly what I'm doing. Now I know people have created stories with characters who are brown but to me, there are just not enough. Hence the creation of this page.

Thank you so much for taking time out of your day to read this post! I genuinely appreciate it and can't wait to share what I have with you!

See Ya Soon!

[cosm1cbrownie]

get a room! Clint and Janet being unwilling participants in the pining..

[blondie20000]

Actions Speak Louder than Words - Loki × Wanda Maximoff

It all started with words.

Everywhere Wanda went Prince Loki would be there to greet her with a series of compliments most of them all quotes from Shakespeare. Soon those words appeared on paper as Wanda started receiving poems almost every night by the door of her room.

The Scarlet Witch did find it quite endearing and also quite amusing how the Prince will simply not give up. It also made her puzzled as well. There are many ladies out who would love to take his hand he had so many options yet his focus was on her. A Prince in love with a Witch? It sounded absurd. If there is one thing Wanda knew about Prince Loki is the fact he is a rebel at heart. As the youngest of the Odinson family Loki had less responsibilities and more time to do the things he loved. He had freedom and therefore liked to make decisions that would be seen as controversial but to him it was a progress, a way to modernize society.

Wanda admired him for that.

One evening Wanda decided to go for a walk it was a nice evening the sky is clear and there is a breeze in the air. She tilted her head back and felt the wind blow on her face causing her hair to fly out. This here felt like freedom to her. Little things like this made life more worthy of living and gave her the motivation and hope that someday their world will be saved.

Captain Carter will save them all.

"Great minds think alike." A voice suddenly said.

Wanda spins round her hands immediately glow red with power ready to attack.

"Miss Maximoff!" The voice shrieked.

It took a few seconds for Wanda to realize who it was. When she did her eyes widen and she quickly lowers her hand.

"Prince Loki." She does a curtsy her cheeks flushed with shame and embarrassment. "I apologize I thought you were..."

"An intruder? He gives her an amused look. "My brother?"

She huffed a laugh at that.

"Your brother?"

"You must have thoughts? To strike? He can at times be a nuisance. Impatient as well."

He gives her a knowing look Wanda knew what he meant. She did respect His Highness and will always remain loyal to him but sometimes he can be increasingly difficult. Since the Captain's arrival Thor has demanded for an update Wanda tried to reassure him but he wouldn't hear for it.

"Our world is falling apart!" Thor snapped at her. "We don't have time! You fail me Witch?"

She shook her head.

"Never."

His face darkens.

"You better succeed because your life depends on it."

"Yes your Highness."

"Such thoughts should not be expressed out loud my Prince." Wanda nodded.

"So you have thought about it?"

"Didn't say that my Prince. You know throwing accusations around is not wise you wish to see me in the dungeons?"

He raised an eyebrow at that.

"In chains? Completely at our mercy?"

There is a underlying meaning to that. His lips tug upwards into a smirk. His eyes shone with mischief.

Another blush forms on her cheeks.

"What brings you out here?" Wanda quickly changed the subject looking everywhere but him.

"Admiring the view." He looks up at the sky. "Such a fine night."

She agreed with him on that.

"I also come out here to think." He continued to nod. "The quiet it helps."

"How is that going for you? Your work?"

"Making progress." He then sighs. "I do wish they would show respect towards my work."

"Who?"

"My siblings." He again sighs. "My sister and brother I am not like them I will never be a warrior my interests differ from theirs. I love art, music, poetry, theater. They mock me for it my brother says I need to be a man not a weakling." He shakes his head. "It shouldn't bother me but it does. I support them but they do not return the favor."

He lowers his head at that. Wanda looks at him with sympathy. She has witnessed the other Royals' behavior there is always a boo or jeer from Prince Thor while Queen Hela dramatically yawns and rolls her eyes. Wanda always found them childish their younger brother is helping society in another way he is entertaining them through these dark times the Royals should encourage it not dismiss it.

The Scarlet Witch places her hand on his shoulder.

"I like your work."

He looks up at her with surprise.

"Your poems they are beautiful." Wanda continued with a smile. "I keep them stored somewhere safe and whenever I feel down I read your poems they always lift my spirits." She then shrugs. "My opinion may not mean much but..."

"Miss Maximoff." He gives her a serious look. "It means a lot coming from you."

Wanda takes a deep shaky breath.

His eyes shift on to where her hand remains on his shoulder. Realizing her mistake Wanda pulls her hand away. Loki reaches out and grabs her hand.

Wanda froze. Her eyes lock to his.

They stared at each other in silence.

Loki then slowly intertwined his fingers with hers.

Wanda takes another deep breath.

Loki closes the gap between them.

"My Prince." Wanda said her voice trembling the fear of getting caught starts to consume her. "We can't."

"Shh." He tucks a stray of hair behind her ear. "I do not care what they think. I only care about you Miss Maximoff. Lady witch." He smiles. "From the moment I set my eyes on you I knew you were the one for me. You are the Juliet to my Romeo. My glorious purpose."

Wanda already knew the Prince was interested in her but hearing his confession still made her heart soar.

"Such kind words my Prince." She smiled sheepishly.

"Well you have always been my inspiration." He grinned. "I think of you and the words come out my pages flow with the beauty of language. It is a sight I wish to share with you."

His other hand rests on her back. He leans forward and whispers in her ear.

"On a physical level that is." He added with a smirk.

Wanda tilts her head and smirks back at him.

"An invitation my Prince? For me?"

"If you want to." He assured her. "There's no pressure."

"I accept." She replied without hesitation her fears immediately washed away replaced with a feeling of excitement. "My Prince."

She goes to curtsy again but he stops her.

"Save that for my quarters my dear."

That was the moment words turned into actions.

..............

The couple didn't waste time removing each other's layers. Wanda however decided to get more creative. She used her magic and the clothes ripped off the Prince's body. Loki looked up in wonder as the clothes hovered in the air before they dropped on the ground. He then looked at the Scarlet Witch and frowned.

"My Prince." Wanda said suddenly fearing she has done the wrong thing. "I apologize my excitement got the better of me there I promise there will be no more magic."

"Wanda." Loki said using her name for the first time.

Hearing him say her name caused a shiver to go down her spine.

He goes up and cups her face in his hands. He grins.

"Never hold back for anyone especially me in fact I want you to be free tonight! We shall explore these uncharted waters together as equals."

Equals?

"My Prince?"

"No need to be formal." He shakes his head. "Please drop the title my darling. Say my name."

"Loki." She said uncertain. He raises an eyebrow. "Loki." She repeated this time sounding more confident.

"Hmm." He hummed at that. "I am going to enjoy hearing my name from your mouth." He rubs his thumb over her lip. He sighs heavily. "Yes I will."

"I hope I do not let you down...My...Loki."

He again shakes his head.

"You will never let me down Wanda." He said the last part in a husky voice.

Wanda immediately found herself drawn to his lips. She leans forward and locks her lips with his. He responds and kisses her back. The kiss then deepened and became more passionate.

Wanda bites his lip causing him to moan. He then pushed his tongue in and rolled it along with hers.

Seconds later the couple pull apart needing to catch their breath.

"You still want me to curtsy your Highness?" Wanda asked with a smirk.

"You remembered." He goes in again and gently caressed her face. "Answer to your question yes. The sooner you please me the sooner I can repay you." He kissed her and runs his hand over her breasts. Wanda pressed herself against him but he shakes his head. "It seems fair hmm."

She sighs and smiles at him.

"Very well." Her hand moves to his balls. "I shall do just that." She then squeezes his ball causing him to gasp and groan. She has him backed against the wall her hand still fondling his balls. "Hmm."

She tilts her head. Her eyes spark red.

Loki could stare into her eyes all day.

"Like rubies." He muttered.

The eye contact breaks when Wanda goes down on her knees. She wraps her hand his length and slowly draws him into her mouth. The Scarlet Witch almost choked when his length hits the back of her throat. Once she regained her compose she started to suck him.

Loki throws his head back against the wall and squeezes his eyes shut as Wanda sucked his dick off. Her head bobs up and down and her tongue slides along him. He ordered her to pick up the pace.

Wanda obeyed.

She continued to suck him. Fast, hard and rough. She kept going until the Prince reached his climax. Loki let out a cry as he spilled himself inside her. Another gasp escapes him as he pulls himself out. Wanda looks up at him. She swallows the cum and grins.

"Does that mean I have royalty in me now?"

He laughs. He then takes a deep breath and helps Wanda up to her feet.

He kisses her cheek and brushes himself against her hair.

So soft. He thought.

It sent a wave of calm through him. Loki felt reassured, solid in her presence. His faith in her continued to grow every second he spent with her.

"I did say I would repay you my love." He again kissed her. "I never go back on my word."

"Never?" She smiled.

"Well..." He gives her a teasing look. "Sometimes. Depends on the person."

"Like your brother?"

He again laughs.

"You know me well."

"I know all the games. The mischief."

"Mischief is who I am my dear." Wanda suddenly gasps as she feels a finger go inside her. Loki smirks at her reaction. "I am very very good at it."

He abruptly pulls out of her before going in again. Wanda wraps her arms around his neck and holds him tight as he started to thrust her with his fingers.

Wanda hitched her leg up on to his waist and buried her face in his neck as he stuck another finger inside her.

"Oh!" She grits her teeth. "Oh!"

Her moans encouraged him to go faster. Soon the couple found themselves on the bed. Loki resumed the thrusting pumping her harshly and enjoying the sweet sounds that came spilling from her lips.

After a few more thrusts Loki pulls his fingers out.

"Loki!" Wanda said frustration in her voice.

He responds with a grin.

"You called?" He asked in a teasing tone.

Wanda flashes him a glare. Her eyes burn bright red. Loki chuckled not fazed by her power.

"Now now." He strokes her thigh in a tender manner. "Where's that lovely smile?"

Her face scrunched up at that.

Loki found her reaction adorable.

He smiles softly at her as he eyes her up and down.

"Beautiful and blooming like a rose." He said.

That brought a smile out of her and her cheeks turned pink.

"There it is." Loki kisses her cheek followed by a series of kisses along her collarbone.

Wanda angled her neck to allow him better access.

Loki kissed her with such tenderness. He takes his time and admires this woman he believes is a work of art. The words formed on the tip of his tongue he had so much praise for her but they are past that phase now and as they say actions speak louder than words.

He sucks on her nipples, bites down on her flesh, licks her burning hot skin. Each stroke from his tongue sent a shiver through the Scarlet Witch.

His tongue draws all the way down between her thighs. He licks her folds and sucks on it causing her to gasp.

Loki grips on to her thighs and pulls them further apart he then positions himself until his cock is in front of her entrance.

"You ready my dear?" He asked as he twirled strands of her hair in his fingers.

Wanda's hand goes on his. As she looks at him her eyes are dark with lust.

"Do not ask such ridiculous questions." She growled.

Seeing this side of the Scarlet Witch made Loki feral. He purred with delight as he took in her beauty yet again. His eyes remained on hers as he slowly goes inside her.

Then he started to rock her.

Arms snaked around each other, their lips locked Loki and Wanda poured all their emotions into this intimate act. Their breathing became shallow and their bodies shook as Loki pounded into her.

A groan comes from the Prince when he felt Wanda's nails dig into his skin. Wanda clawed at his back. She pushed herself up against him and swore out loud when he gave her a hard thrust.

"Blasphemy!" He pretended to scowl at her. "You have a filthy mouth Witch!"

"What are you going to do about it?" Wanda smirked at him. "Punish me?"

He grabs a handful of her hair and tugs it forward. Wanda laughs at his stern expression.

"Quite the little Devil you are." He mused.

He lifts her up enough to give her a slap on the ass. Wanda again laughed wanting to push him further. Loki grips her ass tight, his cock is buried deep inside her now.

He gives her a mighty thrust and covers her mouth to stop her from crying out. He kept going and chuckled at the muffled sounds from behind her hand.

Soon the Scarlet Witch fought back. Her hands glow and she pushes the Prince back. She didn't push too hard just enough to put him in his place, remind him of his promise to please her.

Loki's hands end up behind his back. He tried to move them but he couldn't. He gives her an amused look.

"You?"

"Your hands are tied my Prince." She grinned.

"Powerful and wicked." He huffed an laugh. "I knew you were the right one. Such a character."

She waved her hands again.

Loki felt something push him from behind. He flies forward his lips ending up on hers. She kissed him then said.

"A rebel that's what you are. One of the things I always admired about you."

He grinned at the compliment.

"Thank you."

With one more kiss Loki continued to thrust her until they both reached their climax.

"Wanda!" He growled as he took her hand. "I want to do this with you...this...together...us...this act of love."

"I want...I want do that as well." She replied between pants.

She increased her grip on his hand.

"I want to see your reaction." Loki added his eyes going wide. He is close. He needed to let it out.

Wanda sensed this and quickly nodded.

"Keep your eyes on me." She said.

He managed to muster up a smile.

"I wouldn't look anywhere else."

A shudder coursed through them. Seconds later the couple cry out as they let it all out. Once it was released Loki pulls himself out and takes a deep breath. Wanda's legs collapse on to the bed. She trembled as she slowly came down from her high. Loki lies down next to her and pulls the covers over them. He then takes the Scarlet Witch in his arms and holds her.

He kisses her head and runs his fingers through her hair. He loved her hair. Wanda lies on his chest and closes her eyes savoring this moment wanting it to last forever. They sat like this for a while in silence. Minutes later Loki breaks the silence.

"I know no ways to mince it in love, but directly to say, I love you."

Wanda lifts her head up. Loki looks down at her with such warmth it made her heart flutter.

"King Henry V." She said recognizing the famous Shakespeare quote. She also then realized that behind that quote is a confession. A love confession. Prince Loki has officially come out and said he is in love with her.

"I love you."

Hearing that confession said out loud caused a stir of emotions to rise inside the Scarlet Witch.

Wanda frowns. Loki suddenly became worried.

"I hope I haven't scared you away it's just I have felt this way about you for a long time and tonight it felt right to tell you how I feel about you." He lifts her hand and rubs his thumb along it. "Miss Wanda Maximoff will you accept my hand?"

Wanda looks down at their hands. She then looks back up at him.

A big beaming smile spreads across her face.

"I accept."

His face lit up at that.

"Wonderful!"

He takes her other hand and kisses it.

"Wanda my love you have made this man very happy."

"You have made me happy." She nodded. Her smile turning into a full blown grin. "But my Prince I have to ask why me? There are others who would wish to take your hand? I am a simply only a Witch..."

Loki raises his hand making her pause.

"Do not ask such ridiculous questions." He repeated her words back at her.

Wanda laughed.

"If you say so."

Loki kisses her neck.

"I do love nothing in the world so well as you." He breathed a sigh. "Goddess, nymph, perfect, divine!"

Wanda huffed a amused smile.

This man really does love Shakespeare the quotes are never-ending but Wanda didn't mind she could listen to this man talk all day

"You have witchcraft in your lips."

Wanda arched an eyebrow at that quote.

"I do?" She asked with a smirk.

He brings her forward his eyes lingering on her lips.

"I want more of it." He added.

Wanda nods.

"And you shall." She replied.

Soon the couple made love again. Their hearts are full and their belief is stronger than ever.

Captain Carter will save them all.

And they will live on for another day.

The End

[zahrabookz]

Baby Of Mine Is Now Completed and Available to Read :)

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

Proof that I'm a forever ride-or-die MCU Stephen Strange Stan ~

My first thought when learning of the return of RDJ to the MCU was: WHAT ABOUT DOCTOR STRANGE??? Isn't he closely tied to Doom as adversaries in the comics? Why wasn't he mentioned in connection to Avengers: Doomsday? Has Feige/et al, decided Stephen has no further value to the MCU?

Second thought? FU Feige/Waldron/et al.

[avengers-assemble-fanfic]

Queria saber da Ashley se o pai dela já contou a ela que ele matou Zeus

Ashley: Quem é Zeus?

Morgan: Essa garota precisa ir pra escola, ou jogar mais videogames.

[writerofadream]

Can u either do Nat x Reader oneshots, or Clint x Reader oneshots.

And have a powered reader, with gravity manipulation

(seriously best power ever ngl)

Of course I shall, mi amor, I'll do whatever your heart desires. I'll be starting off with Natasha first!

If I am being totally honest, you kind of didn't know what to think of Natasha Romanoff at the begining.

I mean how could you? She came up to you with her beautiful red hair and amazing voice.

You didn't know what to do!

But Natasha knew exactly what to think of you from the start.

Fury had told her exactly what you deal was and why you were there in the Avengers just like her.

You worked with Bobbi Morse, and when she went undercover at Hyrda... you did as well. But you didn't make it out.

A year later, a girl named Daisy Johnson pulled you out, and well the mess you had been undone to, wasn't pretty.

When you became even the slightest upset everything around you seemed to drop to the floor, people, animals, picture frames, food, the list went on.

So when you found out that SHIELD wanted more from you, that they wanted you to join the fucking Avengers?

"There ain't a chance in high Hades I'm going ANYWHERE, with you." Is exactly what you screamed at the poor intern assigned to picking you up.

... There's a chance that you may or may not have pushed him twenty feet away from you with a flick of your wrist very soon afterwards.

So Natasha came next.

Well, after an hour of... talking, you joined, and let me tell you, the ammount of god damn JOKES Tony made about you 'Shaking his world.' made you want to drop him through his building to the bottom floor, no scratch that, through the bottom floor.

When Natasha asked you out, it was- something to say the least.

Nat at 3 a.m: *Knocks on your door* You opening the door yawning: What the fuck- Nat quickly looking at a spot on the wall behind you: Do you want to go out yes, or no? You tired out of your mind: Sure? Nat: *slams door*

When you did start going out Clint and Tony made about a million bets (Who'd kiss the other first, etc.)

You did, you kissed her first, (cue sounds of Clint clapping in the background and Tony crying) and it seemed to be the only thing that kept your emotions in tact

Natasha loved you, she loved the way you looked at her, the way your mouth smiled, she loved each of your scars, she loved you, and that meant every part.

Now here comes the true oneshot time.

You were not a cuddler, but surprisingly, Natasha was, after the redroom and all that time with Drakov, and not truly ever knowing the way a loving touch felt, meant she loved whenever you held her, or whenever your shoulder brushed hers, any simple touch, made her so happy.

Natasha had a tiny secret, which was that she loved cooking, her best memories where when she was younger with Yelena, and her parents were at work so she'd cook up something special for her younger sister, but you on the other hand, were terrible at cooking, the one time Clint tried to convice you, you got so pissed off the entire refrigator began floating and getting suspiciously taller then Cint.

Nightmares were a common thing between the two of you, but on days were it was truly terrible, the entire bed would lift off the ground and you'd scream these horrible words, and when you woke up? All you'd do was stare at your hands and rock back and forth.

Natasha's nightmares on the other hand were always silent, but you weren't used to silent, the tower was always bustling even at nightime, no matter if it was the familiar pang on the window as Tony's pet project The Spider would come in to repair his suit, or if Clint was pacing in the vents, or if Thor and Loki were fighting over Uno... again, or if Steve and Bucky were sparring with Wanda, and finally Natasha's familiar snore, it was soft, but whenever it stopped you woke up quickly. When she woke up it was different, she'd wave you worried hands away and tell you nothing happened.

When you guys fought, it was deathly silent, aside from the gentle hum of raw energy in the air. If she was to blame you'd just stare at her and with a whisper of despair all you'd manage was "Why?" and if you were at fault you'd get the cold shoulder, she'd change bedrooms, and wouldn't tell you what you did wrong.

she proposed because god knows your not risking rejection from the god damn black widow of all people

Now it is Clint's turn.

He screamed at you the first time you met.

Okay let me explain.

You had walked into the compound on your first day after a workout session at the gym, and it had been fucking four in the morning (You had sleep issues), and he was just laying half in-half out of the vents, and when his half opened eyes saw you...

Well he screamed.

Loudly.

Surprised by the action, a chunk of the wall fell down and you cursed, and made the concrete rise back into its place in the wall, and you stitched it together, Clint watching you silently the whole time.

When you finish, you give him a slight glare and walk off

Hes in love

Your hot, powerful, and hate him??? literally on his knees

He fell first, and he fell hard.

You didn't fall in love till around age of ultron.(at least that is what you told him)

But you ask him out first, and you do it at the worst time possible.

*during a fight* You as you bring down a building with a snap of your fingers: Just curious, you free saturday? Him blowing up some bad guys with his arrows: Yes- why? You: We're going on a date then and just wanted to make sure.

... does natasha give you the shovel talk?

...kinda...??

one night you go to bed and wake up somewhere in the middle of isreal tied up with a large piece of paper sitting in front of you that says "fucking watch yourself."

and then y'know, u quicly become besties... somehow

clint hates it (but he likes that it makes you both seem brighter)

now heres the real oneshots

he's not the best with kids, but you are, yet kids make you worried

the first date is a movie and dinner

he doesn't visit your part of the tower till the fifth date ;)

after the loki incident and even before that nightmares were common with clint, he was even more paranoid the nat

there was a gun underneath his pillow, a smoke bomb on the dresser, a comprresed bow and 15 arrows in a basket by the bed

and ofc his gravity girl <3

(thats ur name on his phone)

(his name on urs is: hawkie xo)

he loves cooking, like it borderlines crazy,

"hey babe, do you want to go out tonight cause i dont wanna cook?"

clint crashing out of the vents screaming his head off: FUCK NO. IM ABOUT TO MAKE THE MOST SCRUMPTIOUS SHIT YOU'VE EVER TASTED

and then- and then somehow he does??

your a super big hugger, but he's not.

none of the avengers have noticed the fact u 2 r dating

steve catches the signs though

he notices the way you 2 act after rough missions

You had been ignoring everyone on the way home, the avengers has went after a sex trafficking ring and you had stumbled on a room full of what the children called 'the miss behaviors' it was a room full of twenty-three children dead, with one bullet in their heads.

Now you sat in the kitchen your head in your hands. "What can't the big bad, Gravitas, deal with it?" Clint teased. "Fuck you, Barton." You hissed at him, about to stalk upstairs. "Wow, the great Gravitas can handle everything but emotions can't she?" He laughed at you and Tony was about to tell him to screw off, but Natasha grabbed Tony's arm and shook her head.

Suddenly a kitchen knife flew at Clint and he deflected it quickly. "Oh come on, such a cry baby." He smiled wide and joyfull. You were standing in the hallway shaking quietly and when you turned around you were smiling.

You were fucking pissed. You launched yourself at him, and the entire compound shook. But Clint didn't return any of your punches. He either took them or blocked them.

Finally you just stood there, your fists clenched. "Come on gravity girl. You'll be alright." He whispers.

Then... you break.

[sd2006]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44019369

I just wanna say I've started to write a fanfic and have decided to advertise (I guess) on here so that, hopefully, more fans of this ship will see it and read it.

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Bonus:

I love Avengers Assemble! They're just so cute in a cool way! Practically a married couple too! 🤗🤭💖

[villainousshakespeare]

Therapy Fit for a God Chapter 26

“Loki/OFC Rated E: Trigger Warnings: Smut, Sex, Oral Sex, Angst, talk of suicide, therapy, unhealthy family dynamics, mention of torture and mind control, touch starved, drinking, memory loss

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20, Chapter 21, Chapter 22, Chapter 23, Chapter 24, Chapter 25

Loki’s plans to conquer and rule Midgard have come to a disastrous end. After being captured by the Avengers, he is being held on Earth. Odin has refused to interfere, and the outlook for the God of Mischief appear bleak. His only hope may lie in one mortal woman, a Psychiatric expert brought in to interrogate him.

Dr. Caroline Thorpe is intrigued by Loki and thinks that more lies beneath his actions than is commonly known. Can she find out the truth before he is shipped off to die for crimes against the Earth? And can Loki bring himself to care?

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"I could hold her, brother, if you are feeling tired."

Loki knew on a certain level that Thor's offer was kindly meant, but it still elicited a growl from him as he struggled to stay on his feet. This continued weakness was beginning to fray his nerves, to put it mildly.

"I am more than capable of carrying my mortal," he ground out, irritated by the light perspiration he could feel at the nape of his neck.

"Well, at least you know she can survive travel by tesseract," Thor said jovially. "After all, she has done it once before you know."

He did not know, which was part of the whole problem.

Once Caroline had made up her mind on speaking with Eir and his mother, it was as though she had become a force of nature. She had visibly stiffened her spine and charged into the room where Thor, Frigga, and a new mortal, this one sporting supremely asinine facial hair, were congregated. After Loki had suffered through the distinct offense of being engulfed by the absurdly barbered human in a totally unacceptable hug, he had had the amusement of watching the Crown Prince and Queen of Asgard being commanded by a tiny Midgardian woman who in the normal scheme of things should possess no authority whatsoever. To his unmitigated glee, they had quickly a quiesced to her demands that all four of them return to Asgard at once.

"What leaving so soon?" the Mortal who was introduced to him as Stark had asked. "Was it something I said? Stick around for a drink. Maybe some of that Asgardian brandy?"

"More like something I fear you might say," Caroline had sallied back. "Loki, I take it you still have the tesseract?"

"It is in my possession," Frigga told her with a smile.

"Perhaps we should just have Heimdall send the Bifrost," Loki had suggested slyly. "I think this place would be improved by a sky light."

"Never mind, get him out of here," Stark grimaced. "Doc, you sure about this? Asgard is a long way away, even for me."

"I assure you, I will make sure that she is well taken care of," Loki said, bristling at the implication in the other man's words.

"Easy there, Othello, no need to release the green-eyed monster on me. I'm a friend, remember?"

"I will be fine, Tony," Caroline covered for him before he could respond. "Take care of yourself."

Wanting to forestall any further conversation, Loki swept a startled Caroline into his arms, enjoying the feel of her cradled against his chest. His mother had produced the Tesseract, gathered them all to her, and moments later they were safely back on Asgard.

The fact that Caroline was now unconscious in his arms was not surprising, given that she was mortal, but the sight of her all but lifeless body still sent a tendril of anxiety through Loki. She had been so vital only moments before, and now her only movement was the rise and fall of her chest.

"She will surely wake quickly enough," Frigga assured him, as though sensing his unspoken fear. "It gets easier with each passage, and I was able to prepare for the trip while you two were speaking in the other room. I made sure to shield her from the worst of the effect by putting her to sleep before we left."

"Thank you," he said to her, wishing that he had thought to do so.

"I will go and locate Eir. Why don't you take her to your rooms, Loki," she suggested with a smile. "You can rest while she bathes and dons something a bit more suitable for the royal palace."

"I think she looks beautiful as she is," he replied, taking umbrage at his mother's slight to his love's appearance.

"She is lovely, Loki. But your Father will be irritated enough by the mere presence of a Midgardian on Asgard. The least we can do is see that he has no further cause for objection."

Loki nodded reluctantly. Odin's views on fraternization between Asgardians and humans was well documented. An occasional dalliance while visiting the wilds of Midgard might be excused, but a Prince bringing an Earth woman to court as his concubine was another matter entirely. The last thing he wanted to do was subject Caroline to one of his father's volcanic outbursts.

It was a short walk to his suite of rooms, yet Loki still felt winded by the time they arrived. It was clear from the slight staleness of air that it had been some time since he had been in residence. Still, it was a far sight nicer than the healers' recovery rooms had been. Gently depositing Caroline onto the bed, he opened the windows overlooking the gardens to let in the night air.

There was an easing of his soul being in these surroundings. At last, something was familiar to him again. The comforting sight of his books and instruments, the dark green and wood of the decor, and the knowledge that no one could pass beyond the threshold without his permission allowed him to relax for the first time since he had encountered Sif and Fandral. It was good to be home, in his own space.

The one thing in the room that was not as it had always been tossed gently on the bed, drawing Loki's attention. It was strange, he mused. He had no concrete memory of her, and yet Caroline occupying space in his most private sanctuary, in his very bed, felt right. He smiled as he watched her snuggle deeper into one of the copious number of pillows tossed about his bed. She did look lovely, even in her rumpled clothes and mussed hair.

With a wave of his hand, Loki disappeared most of his clothing, leaving only a pair of thin green shorts to cover his modesty. Carefully, so as not to disturb her, he climbed into the bed, molding his body to Caroline's under the covers. She gave a contented little sigh that constricted his chest in odd ways and pushed back against him. Despite his fatigue, Loki realized that he was once again fully aroused, a state her nearness seemed destined to thrust him into.

"We will figure this out, min kajesta," he murmured into her hair. "I promise you."

***

She had been prepared this time for the jolt of the Tesseract, but it had not been enough to prevent her mind from shutting down. Blearily she wondered if she would ever get comfortable enough with the form of transportation that it did not leave her completely shut down as a result. At least this time there was minimal pain. Come to think of it, she did not remember having traveled at all. One minute Loki was holding her, and the next she was... where was she?

In bed, apparently. For one disorienting moment Caroline wondered if she had dreamed it all - everything from Tony and Thor's arrival to the horrible events at SHIELD. She was in bed, and a body that could only belong to Loki was tight against her, holding her safe. Had it all been a nightmare suffered after their night of passion?

No, she knew it was not so. To begin with, there were far too many pieces of clothing between them. She was still dressed in her oversized SHIELD cast offs, and Loki was wearing some sort of underwear. Caroline was torn between relief and regret at this. She could feel his arousal clearly against her; if he had been completely naked, she would have been hard pressed to keep herself from taking advantage.

Rolling over slowly, she took a moment to gaze at her prince's face. In sleep he looked younger, less guarded than usual. He had lost weight, that much was obvious. His razor sharp cheekbones stood out even more, sharp beneath his pale skin, and dark smudges circled under his eyes. He was still so beautiful it made her ache to look at him.

Unable to bear the closeness without kissing or pawing at him, Caroline slid from the bed and wandered about the room. It was huge, easily the size of her small apartment. A thick carpet cushioned her feet as she padded about, muffling any noise. Tall windows looked out over a world now shrouded in darkness. They were opened a bit, letting in a warm air that carried a faint perfume of flowers. A bit further down the wall were doors that would open out onto a balcony, but she was not ready yet to venture out.

The color scheme was a bit darker than his home in the woods, but she would have known instantly whose room she was in. Green, accents of gold, wood, and leather. An entire nook was dedicated to a curved wall of books, in the center of which was a decidedly comfortable looking lounge chair. A table held a number of glass tubes and bottles of various colors, paper, more books, and things she couldn't hope to give name to.

On a large chest of drawers to one side, she was touched to see a portrait of what could only be an adolescent Loki and Thor and their parents. Thor had a truculent look about him, as though only sheer force had compelled him to sit still for the painting. Loki, on the other hand, looked more still than any child she could imagine, face giving nothing away. Even then, she thought, even as a child he had hidden his thoughts and emotions behind an impenetrable mask. He had learned so early to guard himself, lest he be hurt by rejection or worse, indifference.

"The bed was much more comfortable with you in it," a sleep blurred voice started her from her rumination. "I don't suppose I could convince you to come back?"

"I would ask what time it is, but I doubt that has much meaning for me here," she said, instead of answering his question. "Was I out for a long time again?"

"Well, I don't know about again," he sighed, sitting up slightly and giving her a show of his thinner but still deliciously muscled chest. "I would say you slept for just under an hour or so. It is late on Asgard, but not prohibitively so."

"Asgard," she let the reality sink in for the first time. "I am on Asgard."

"You are," he smiled, standing with a stretch that showed just how well formed he was. "Welcome, my love, to my home."

There it was again. The wrongness of the situation. Her Loki, the one possessed of his memories better and worse, no longer claimed Asgard as his home. The time might come when he did again, she hoped that some reproachment with at least certain members of his family could be achieved given time, but he would not have so easily welcomed her there.

"Can we speak with Eir tonight, or must it wait until tomorrow?" she asked.

"Mother has gone to seek her out," he sighed, walking near to where she stood and making butterflies rise in her midsection. "We shall see if she is available. If anyone can convince her, believe me it is Frigga."

"Good."

"You look nervous, little one," he smiled, tugging on a lock of her hair. "Surely this is not the first time we have been alone together."

"No," she allowed, looking down as his eyes sought hers. That was no help at all, as it brought her eyes to the unmistakable tenting in his shorts that was impossible to miss.

"Your pulse is racing. Do I make you nervous?"

"Not usually," she blurted out.

"Really?" he sounded equal parts amused and surprised.

"Oh, you try to," she said, feeling her feet a little more under her. "In the beginning you did everything you could to make me uncomfortable."

"But you were proof against my efforts?" he lifted her hand and toyed with her fingers.

"Maybe not exactly," she admitted, "but I refused to let you distract me."

"Hmm. Yet distractions can be so much fun. For instance, we have some time now, while Eir is found. I know you are anxious to see her, but you must wait. Would not a distraction be helpful?"

"I can't," she insisted.

"Can't what?"

"Can't take advantage of you," she finished, wincing at how idiotic it sounded.

Loki seemed to agree with her, as after a stunned moment he laughed at the idea.

"In what way would you be taking advantage?" he asked.

"You don't remember anything."

"My brain does not, it is true. But other parts of me clearly have fond memories of you."

Her eyes darted to his midsection once more, where the tip of his cock was now sticking out just over the band of his shorts, pressed against his flat stomach.

"It's not just that," she said, struggling to form her thoughts when all of her brain function had gone decidedly south.

"What is it then?" he asked, putting one arm around her back and pulling her in.

"When we were together before, it was more than lust," she said at last, hoping she could make him understand.

"I see."

"In the beginning, when you first flirted with me and, well, propositioned me, that was all it was. For me at least. You are stupidly attractive Loki. I hope you know that. For you it might have been, oh, distraction."

She did not want to say too much. No need for him to know that he had been hours away from death when she came into his cell and his life.

"I doubt that was all," he murmured. "You are quite alluring yourself, darling."

"In any case, it would have been purely physical. A merging of bodies. Enjoyable, to say the least but not..." she trailed off.

"Not?"

"Not love," she said at last. "Not trust. Loki, you and I may not have known each other long, certainly not by your standards, but in that short time, we shared something profound. I trusted you with my life, and in return, you trusted me with your heart."

"That sounds unlikely," he said, uncomfortably.

"It was. I admit, I was a bit of a bully about it. Perhaps it was because we were alone, or because our lives had recently been in danger, but for whatever reason, you let me in. When we were together, it was more than just our bodies. You let me see your soul, and it was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen."

"Now I know you are lying," he said, turning away. "My soul is a tarnished bauble."

"No, it's not," she was angry now. "And this is just the point. We have been through this Loki! I will keep convincing you over and over if I have to that you are worthy of love. I am more than stubborn enough to do it. But I want you to love me too. Or at least to know why you want me. Anything else will feel empty by comparison."

Damn, but she deserved a medal! She was half ready to take it all back and throw herself on him when Loki released her and backed away.

"If it was as you say, you do indeed deserve more than I offered you just now. If you wish it, I can take you to your own set of rooms."

"Please don't!" she said, eyes welling up a bit as panic set in.

"My love?" he was confused now, understandable considering her complet turn around.

"I'm sorry," she took a deep breath, trying to steady her thoughts. "Loki, in the past few weeks I have been shot at, teleported across the world, witnessed real magic, gone into hiding, fallen in love with a GOD, experienced the most world shattering sex in my life, had the walls blown in around me while tied to a bed, been possessed by a sentient rock, shot the person I love, convinced myself I had killed them, learned the they were alive but had no memory of me, and been transported to an alien planet! I have gone well past the ends of my ability to cope. I am two seconds away from bursting into tears and hiding under your bed. The only thing that is holding me together is the fact that you are here, and alive, and maybe I can be of some help to you. Please, please Loki, don't send me away."

She was shaking now, from her head to her toes. The hold that she had kept on herself coming rapidly loose as she vented her anxieties.

"I am not sending you anywhere," Loki assured her, pulling her close and wrapping both arms around her in a fierce embrace. "I may not remember the connection you speak of, but that does not mean I do not feel it. My words before were mere bravado, love. The truth is, I feel more at ease with you here, in my rooms and in my arms, than I remember feeling ever. I know not how you reached me, but it is clear that my heart resides in yours. Stay with me, min kjaereste. I will not overstep again. I promise."

"I don't" she laughed unsteadily. "Loki, I got out of bed because it was the only way I could keep from mounting you while you slept."

His eyes turned dangerously dark at her words, and Caroline had to exert all of her willpower to calm herself down.

"In this case," Loki said, pushing her away once more, "we must retrieve my memories without delay."

"Agreed. For both our sanity's sake."

"I will draw you a bath in the adjoining room, and lay out some gowns for you to choose from. Mother thought it wise for us to clothe you as an Asgardian."

"Will Eir have issues with me being human?" she asked.

"Eir has issues with everyone," he shrugged. "It is rather -"

"Yes?" she prompted.

"Odin is not overly enthusiastic about humans on Asgard."

"Odin?"

"It is possible, likely even, that we will encounter him."

Caroline thought of all the stories Loki had told her of his adopted father. From his pitting his two sons against each other, to his obvious favoritism of Thor, not to mention his horrible secret of Loki's birth, she had quite a few things she would like to say to the AllFather of Asgard.

"Whatever I have told you, it must have been one of the more lurid stories," Loki laughed. "I have never seen someone look so fierce. You could be a Valkari, my love."

"Let's just say I have opinions on Odin's parenting," she ground out.

"As do I. Come, let us get you bathed."

The visual these words inspired washed all thought of Odin from her mind, and Caroline decided that perhaps a cold bath might be in order.

"Thank you, I could use that," she agreed.

"It is this way. And I will be just outside, if you need help washing your back. Or anyplace else."

With a smirk and her small whimper, Loki led her to a small door in one wall, feeling more like her love every minute.

[veethesnake]

For the @stevetonygames Team Past square Poker Face challenge Resolutions (word count).

Words: 511

Universe: AA

Warnings: vampires, k*dnapp*ng, mentions of t*rture

We’ve got your man

Steve’s hands were cuffed rightly and bound to the table in front of him. He was alone in a dark room, but he had already found out that escaping won’t be easy. The table appeared to be regular metal, but the ropes securing his hands didn’t budge a millimeter. It had to be Vibranium. How had the Red Skull gotten his hands on Vibranium?

He contemplated throwing his head against the table to try and break it as much as he needed to flee with the handcuffs still on, when the door opened. Red Skull came in, and with him - Dracula. Oh, how wonderful.

“See, see”, the vampire whistled. Steve blinked, and suddenly Dracula was right by his side, sniffing his neck. He kept still, not moving his head an inch. So easily wouldn’t they get a reaction out of him. “It really is him”, Dracula declared.

“Of course it is him”, MODOK snarled, and with his arrival the small room felt incredibly cramped. There was definitely no way out now.

“So, Captain”, Red Skull started, “what is it gonna take for you to give us the information we need?”

Steve kept his face emotionless. “I won’t give you anything. You don’t need to try.”

“Oh really?”, Red Skull sounded amused. Not a good sign. “I am sure we can find something, don’t worry, Captain.”

MODOK… snickered. A strange sound from a being like him. “Oh yes, like having Iron Man in a cell right on this ship.” F*ck. Tony. Steve felt his emotionless mask slip for a second.

“You stupid robot!”, Red Skull shouted, “that kind of information is something you keep for much later, when it really stings!”

Dracula was coming closer again, staring right into Steve’s eyes. “Don’t worry, Red Skull. It has hit him more than he might make you believe.”

Red Skull turned towards Steve. “It is true. We have your man, so you better drop that uncaring facade and start speaking, if you’d like to see him again with all of his limbs still in place.”

“You’re bluffing”, Steve claimed, even though he really had no idea whether they were telling the truth or manipulating him.

“Am I? I guess you’ll find out eventually.” Red Skull turned towards Dracula. “I’m sure even a man with multiple health issues doesn’t need all his blood that desperately. Maybe you can visit our prisoner for a little afternoon snack.”

Steve’s heart was racing. This was the perfect moment for Tony to break through the wall, repulsors ready to blast, and say something like “miss me?” or “am I interrupting your playdate?”. But there was nothing. What if they did have him?

“Now now, that might not have been a bad strategy after all.” Red Skull leaned down so they were face to face. “Look at you, all emotionally distraught, the strong Captain America suddenly gone.” He turned around. “Bring in the tools. It’s worth a try, now that he is vulnerable.”

[breakfast-with-a-side-of-angst]

The Avengers learn a secret Penny Parker had hoped to take to her grave.

—————

“How was school?” Tony asked with what Penny might call a casual tone — if she didn’t know better.

“Fine. Nothing new to report on.” She shrugged to emphasize the absolute boringness of her day before sinking into the couch so that her body was obscured by Clint’s.

Tony crossed his left leg over his right and leaned forward. “No?” He asked, dangerously casual.

Penny winced at the forced casualness of his tone. She had a feeling Tony already knew that she was lying — though she had no idea how.

[moider-time]

Vision just reprogrammed a Red Skull Bot and asked if he could keep it as a pet. I can't even-