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They grow up so fast đ±
#brightbill#rozzum unit 7134#the wild robot#the wild robot spoilers#my post#also oh my god Roz my girl look at you becoming a part of the island#the difference is more stark than I realized#mother and son
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Cassandra vs. Parenthood
#fantasy high#dimension 20#d20#d20 fantasy high#d20 cassandra#cassandra fantasy high#cassandra d20#baron from the baronies#baron#potatart#THE IDEA THAT CASSANDRA HAS NO RECOLLECTION OF EVER CREATING BARON WHILE THEU WERE THE NIGHTMARE KING IS SO FUCKIGN FUNNY TO ME#you have become the stark father now. come get your child
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Just once I would like a Peter stuck in Gotham story where Tony gets dragged along with him for the ride.
Like they drop down and Tony is like
âNot an ideal situation, good news is weâre not dead. Bad news that looked like a one way trip for us. Weâll cross that bridge when we get to it. Now we should focus on short-term goals: food, water and a place to stay, everything else can wait.â
I want Tony to be out there working his ass off from helping people with broken items then getting a job at wayne enterprises and starting a technology revolution in this dimension because he just canât stand how out of date everything is and then running to pick up Peter from the rich kid school and the two of them trying to do reconnaissance and failing miserably.
Peter for his part is having a great time with school and his new vigilante gig.
Peterâs vigilante friends in school are worried about how bruised Peter looks sometimes and think that Tony is abusive before breaking in and just hearing Tony being a mother hen.
Then one breakout things are not looking too good and Spider-man just says
âKaren, activate Papa Protocol.â
And then like ten minutes later in comes Ironman with a bone to pick with the rouges.
Bruce doesnât know if he loves Tony or hates him but his kids find him hilarious.
#writing prompt#marvel x dc#peter parker#tony stark#bruce wayne#just let peter have some support#tony doesnât go out in the ironman suit a lot bc itâs was damaged on the way here and very flashy#tony after running home due to a code Papa: you know Iâm a little disappointed no one invited me#Bruce watching tony be a suave and charismatic man in front of reporters to give him an exit#knowing full well this is the same man who wear stained t-shirts in the lab while headbanging to ACDC and drinking old coffee#Brue: hm.#Dick: i mean heâs not the worst youâve ever gone for#Tim: either you marry him or i beg to become peterâs brother#Bruce: heâs annoying I want to kiss him#bruce wayne x tony stark#i guess?#marvelxdc#dc x marvel#canât belive i forgot these tags
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maybe itâs the underlying trauma or whatever but Tony getting just about any kid in his care/general vicinity and interacting with them immediately turns on the parental part of his brain and i think thatâs funny as fuck
is he great at it? no. but he had Harley for like, a day, and basically became the Cool Mechanic Uncle-Guy to the kid. Peter? not even a year after so much as meeting the kid and heâs suddenly trying to âbreak the cycleâ or whatever
#hilarious to me#bro had his whole life being a dickbag and never really growing up even after becoming Iron Man#and suddenly two children drop into his lap and he just goes#âoh fuck oh fuck oh fuckâ well i canât be like *my* dad. i never want to be like my dad!â#and somehow stumbles into parenthood instead of just being like#the kidâs boss or colleague or something.#he stupided himself into being a dad and i think thatâs just lovely for him#tony stark#marvel cinematic universe#iron man#iron dad#harley keener#peter parker
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Friendship In Escape
Summary: Steve Rogers x fe!Reader -> After escaping a party, you meet Steve Rogers. It's in a simple conversation, you and him find common ground and from that a friendship grows. Question is, will either of you ever find the courage to act of the underlying feelings?
Disclaimer: This is a LONG one. Spoilers ahead for most of the main Captain America/Avengers films from The Avengers. Also, there's probably a lot of plot holes in this fic so we're just gonna ignore them. Slow, slow burn. Angst-y moments. Found family, fluff, taking care of each other. Some swearing. Reader helps Steve adjust to the modern world. Lots of hugging. Probably spelling and grammar mistakes but we're gonna ignore them, too (it's late and I'm pretty sure my brain is fried). Hope you enjoy it <3 Not proof read.
The party had been humming to life for an hour or more before the honorable host finally showed his face. Dawned in a big name branded suit, Tony Stark stood at the top of the stairs, calling for people to start the party.Â
There was meant to be music, laughter, too many drinks and a fight heâll be able to tell a story about at the next party. And you were sure, by the end of the night, heâd get his wish.Â
This party in particular had been the third youâd been dragged along to in the space of a month. It hadnât changed since you were a child.Â
Posh names belonging to posh people with deep pockets and, when the time called for it, had long arms, too. The amount of money that was gathered from parties like this were worth the events being held.Â
But never once had you felt comfortable.Â
It wasnât the shoes or the dress. In fact, getting ready was the best part of the night. But being dragged to the same people, with the same stories, being told about the same single people in their family, their sons, nephews, cousins. Being told to stand and take a picture with a smile that will let everyone know how fun the parties are.Â
But they werenât.Â
For others they were. But for you? You had more fun spending time alone in the libraries at University, studying, answering company emails and working, mostly, from behind the curtain.Â
If you could have done that, you would have avoided the parties all together. Relationships with other businesses were already solidified and had been for almost fifty years.Â
So, after the fourth hour of walking around the gala room, standing and being forced to listen to the same conversations that youâd heard your whole life, listening to people be more interested in what Tony Stark had placed around his hosting room, and being introduced to another twenty something with a multi-billion dollar company behind his familyâs name, but no integrity, you found your escape.Â
âDarling, where are you going?â Your mother asked as you handed her your drink.Â
âJust to the bathroom.â
She gave you a smile. âHurry back. Sandra told me sheâs bringing her cousin. Special invite from Mr Stark himself.â
You forced your millionth smile of the night and nodded. âWill do.â
As you took the stairs up towards the upper floors and bathrooms, you looked down over the edge of the balcony. They were preoccupied, listening to somebodyâs story.Â
Rather than taking a right, you took a left, bumping into a waitress.Â
âIâm so sorry. Are you alright?â
She nodded. âCan I help you with something?â
You looked around you. âJust promise you didnât see me. I need a break.â
The waitress just smiled. âThereâs some rooms that haven't been decorated yet. Just take a right at the end of the hall.â
You looked down the hall, looked back and smiled at her. The first genuine smile of the evening.Â
âThank you.â
She shrugged. âThis is my fifth party helping the host. We all need a break every once in a while.â
You thanked her again before walking down the hall. The minute you turned the corner, the party seemed like it was miles away. Every once in a while, you heard a roar of laughter but it never got any louder than that.Â
With a sigh of relief, you decided to explore the different rooms. Some had tarp over the entrances, the insides not being suitable to survive at least an hour in. From holes in the floors to fresh paint fumes and drying plaster.Â
But then one at the very end of the hall had a door. So, taking your chance, you opened it.Â
âOh!â
Inside stood a man dressed in a woolen style suit, his tie loose around his neck. He looked as if heâd been pacing and deep in thought before youâd opened the door.Â
âI-â You looked around you, fearful you were about to get into trouble. âIâm sorry. I didnât know anyone- Sorry.â
âTrying to escape the party, too?â
You stopped trying to close the door and looked at him. You couldnât put your finger on it; maybe it was the way he stood, maybe it was the tone in his voice or maybe it was the way he was looking at you, but you saw something trustworthy in him.Â
An unlikely friend in a place where you had none.Â
âWhat gave it away?â
He smiled, softly. âYouâre welcome to stay, if youâd like.â
You stepped inside. âThank you.â
âI- Iâm Steve, by the way.â He held out his hand and you shook it.Â
âY/n.â
âItâs nice to meet you.â
For the second time that evening, you gave a genuine smile. âLikewise. So, what are you hiding from? A match-making mother, or a business minded father?â
âNeither.â Steve laughed a little.Â
You walked further into the room before finding a spot with less sawdust on the ground. Youâd been on your feet for a long time. You found the perfect spot against a wall between two windows.Â
âWow,â you brushed what sawdust you could with your feet before turning around and tucking the skirt of your dress down. âSounds like thereâs a story there.â
He chuckled. âNot a big one.â
You shrugged, stretching your legs out and crossing them at your ankles. You patted the ground beside you. âMy parents want me to socialise. Iâd say talking with you qualifies as that. Iâve got time.â
Steve smiled as he watched you, finally agreeing to sit beside you.Â
And for the first time in almost a month, you werenât bored.Â
Talking and listening to Steve didnât make you so bored out of your mind you would have rather ran a cross country race. Talking with Steve was the first time you felt comfortable at one of these fancy galas.Â
Youâd come to learn that he was, in fact, the man theyâd dug out of the ice. That he was the soldier lost to time, being forced into a new century without any idea how to deal with it.Â
âI know a little of what thatâs like,â you admitted to him. âTo feel lost. Iâve been attending different parties like this since I was a kid. And never once have I felt comfortable attending them. I can talk to everyone in the room and feel completely loney, but I can sit on my own in a quiet place like this andâŠfeel comfortable and be myself.â
âI had that once.â Steve told you. âIâd say back home, but Iâm still in the same country. To be honest, I donât know what anything is outside of this room.â
Then an idea popped into your head. âI could help.â
âHow?âÂ
You shrugged. âI could help you adjust. Iâm no therapist but I know how most things work in the 21st century. Movies, media, books. You said they gave you a document packet?â
Steve nodded, reaching into his jacket and pulling out a folded over thick document.Â
âWith all the stores and street names, I donât recognise anything anymore.â
Opening it up, Steve handed it to you. It had an address, some pictures, different appointments and different wifi codes.Â
âI know where this is.â
âYou do?â Steve seemed surprised. Theyâd given him the address three days ago with no instruction on how to find it. They just told him something about Google Maps. Whatever a Google was.Â
You nodded. âIt looks kinda old.â
Steve shrugged. ââGuess itâs their way of giving me some familiarity.âÂ
You shook your head. âWhen do you move in?â
âEnd of the week.â
âIâve got a meeting in the morning, but I can take the rest of the day â help you move in, if youâd like.â
Steve looked at you. âYouâd really do that for me?â
You handed his document back and nodded. âI would. Just because you were given an image for them to control, doesnât mean that they should take advantage of the person you are behind it all.â
âThatâs really kind of you, maâam.âÂ
You smiled. âDonât mention it.â
For an hour more, you and Steve just talked. Filled with quiet laughter and genuine smiles, you and Steve found an unlikely friendship in each other that evening.Â
A friendship that would only grow stronger and stronger over the years.Â
At the end of that week, you met Steve outside the SI building before walking with him towards the underground and pointing out different landmarks for him to recognise. A university campus, a museum, a deli store that served the best sandwiches. You explained about the times for the trains that headed towards the different states. Finally, walking down the different streets, Steve started to recognise a few different places. New businesses stood in their places, but the bricks around them were the same.Â
âPretty sure I got beat up in that alley.â
You followed Steveâs eye-line before looking back at him. âBet your mom was beside herself with the amount of times you came home with a black eye.â
Steve held a reminiscent smile on his face as he looked at his shoes. âJust a kid from Brooklyn who was too dumb enough to run away from the fight.â
You watched Steve for a moment; something in his tone told you those werenât just his words.Â
âCome on, weâre almost there.â
You took Steveâs hand, leading him down the street before you both arrived at the apartment block. A couple of younger kids were playing out in the street, kicking a football around until they scored it round the corner of the building, one of their motherâs yelling to play in the back.Â
A guy with a coffee cart served passers by heading back from their lunch break, on the corner.Â
Unlocking the front door, you and Steve walked up the first few flights of stairs before finally reaching his new home.Â
As Steve opened up the door and walked inside, he was met with a living space that probably hadnât had someone live thereâŠmaybe ever. The furniture seemed old, the kitchen table was rusting a little at the bottom of the legs and the curtains had seen better days.Â
A few boxes had been stacked by the entrance way with different labels scribbled on them.Â
You rifled through them. âBed sheets, books, clothes.â
You took a note of the size label. âYou know, I think one of my friends might have some clothes youâd like. She runs a clothing company that does everything from a vintage style to modern day. Iâm sure sheâd love to let you rifle through her products; see if thereâs anything youâd like to take off her hands.â
You turned around but Steve hadnât been listening. Instead, heâd been focusing on the case files that were strewn across the kitchen table.Â
Standing beside him, keeping your eye on his reactions, you looked down at the table before you came across a picture. You had to take a breath.Â
Steve had told you a little about his friends from the war. The Howling Commandos.Â
âIs that them?â
Steve nodded.
It took Steve a while to get used to his new apartment, but with your help, he found it becoming a home. You helped him change the bedsheets and work out his washing machine before putting your phone number into his phone.Â
âThink of it like a telegram,â you told him. âBut rather than waiting weeks to hear back, itâs almost instantly.â
In the weeks that followed, you met Steve at his apartment every few days. On the weekends, you showed him around some of the thrift stores where heâd found a new kitchen table and some dishes to use in the kitchen.Â
One of your friends â the same friend that ran a clothing company â had delivered some new curtains. They were plain, but they were better than the ones Steve had been left with.Â
Meanwhile, Steve found an old gym where he could spend his evenings and, with your help, had figured out the basics of a phone and computer.Â
The one Shield had given him was far too high tech, even for you. So, you had brought Steve one of your old ones. It was still pretty modern, but it was a lot simpler to use than the Stark Industries issued one.Â
Then he got pulled into helping Shield with a threat that, to him, would have been best left in the ocean.Â
News reports came in thick and fast during the attack on New York. You hadnât heard from Steve during it, until you nearly ran into him in the middle of the street as mechanicalâŠwhatever the hell they were, were flying through the sky.Â
âWhy are you still in the city?! Everyone needs to get out.â
You nodded. âI know, but people needed help.â You looked down at his shield. âYou know how to use that?â
Steve nodded.Â
âCan you break a lock with it?â
Steve followed you as you ran down an alley before disappearing around the corner and to an employee entrance. Neither you or Steve could tell what had welded a lock shut, but considering some kind of blue weapon lay not too far out in the middle of the street with similar residue being left of the door, you could only gather it had been some alien technology.Â
It took a few tries but the lock finally busted open and a bunch of parents with their kids came flooding out of the doors. As you and Steve started directing people to safety out of the city, you saw the way the kids looked up at Steve.Â
The whole image of Captain America had been controlled by the government, making him an image away from Steve Rogers. But nothing could control the way those kids looked up at Steve as their hero.Â
A comic book hero that existed in real life.Â
âMaâam, is that everyone?â Steve asked one of the women that left the room.Â
She seemed distressed as she looked around. âI-I think so.â Then she ran off with the others.Â
Something in your gut told you to check the rest of the room, and Steve followed you inside.Â
âGo! Help the others! I can look after myself.â
âBut-â
âSteve.â You looked at him. âGo. They need you.â
It took him a minute but he took your word for it and ran back out of the door. Meanwhile, you checked under every table and desk before something caught your eye at the side of one of the cabinets.Â
A kid, no older than six.Â
âHey, honey.â
âMommy was meant to pick me up.â
You looked around, hearing something hit a building nearby.Â
âIâll help you look for her. Can I pick you up?â The kid nodded. âIâm Y/n, whatâs your name?â
âSophie.â
âItâs nice to meet you, Sophie. Come on, let's go and find your mom.â
After three hours of destruction over the city, and countless injuries being collected by people, it wasnât until a mom came running through the crowds of EMTs and doctors, screaming out for her child that you and Sophie, sitting in the back of an ambulance, looked up.Â
And Sophie called out.Â
Jumping from the bench, Sophie looked outside and saw her mom running through the crowd. You watched as they collided and sank to the ground.Â
âIâm so sorry, baby. Are you okay? Are you hurt? Why arenât you with the rest of your class? Where are they?â
âHey,â you said, walking behind Sophie. âThey got separated when trying to clear the city.â
âDid you save her?â
âI got her out-â Suddenly, the mom crushed you with a hug.Â
âThank you. Thank you so much. I donât know what I-â The tears continued to flow from her eyes.Â
âItâs alright. All that matters is that sheâs safe.â
âThank you so much.â
Hours later, you had finally made it back home, had showered and switched your TV on. The news had been following updates and different peopleâs theories of what had happened.Â
Then a knock came to your door.Â
Upon opening it, you were greeted with a fresher looking Steve Rogers.Â
âShouldnât you be with a medic?â
Steve smiled, âShouldnât you? Between the pair of us, Iâm the one who has a serum running through their veins.â
You looked in his hand. âIs that a pizza?â
Steve nodded. âDidnât know which kind youâd like, so I got the classic. Figured you havenât eaten since yesterday.â
Inviting him inside, Steve laid it on the coffee table.Â
âShouldnât you be helping The Avengers or something?â
âAvengers?â Steve looked at you with a curious look.Â
You just pointed at the screen. âOh, right. Yeah, weâve all decided to take a break. But Shield tells me theyâve finally found me a job.â
âThatâs something to celebrate.â
Steve shrugged. âKinda hard to celebrate when an entire city almost got levelled to the ground.â
You understood. âIâm gonna head back tomorrow and see if they need any help.â
âCan I come with you?âÂ
âYou donât have to ask, Steve.â
He smiled, if a little sheepishly.Â
For the rest of the evening, you and Steve shared a pizza and talked until neither of you wanted to say anything else.Â
So, you picked out a film and placed it into the DVD player. And you and Steve just sat and watched it.Â
As the months passed, you and Steve slipped into a familiar routine. He got better at texting, but youâd come to find he preferred to call. And during the days he was at the training facility in Washington and devoid of signal, heâd write you letters.Â
And you wrote them back.Â
Heâd also started keeping a list, youâd noticed, of things youâd say in passing or youâd tell him to listen to or watch.Â
On the quiet afternoons you spent together, Steve would open up more. He told you more about the 40s and being in the army. He told you more about his childhood and his best friend, Bucky.Â
Youâd surprised him one afternoon by taking him to the Smithsonian. They had a new exhibit put up â one pillar being dedicated to Bucky and his friendship with Steve.Â
In one of his final letters, heâd told you of a man heâd basically been trolling on his morning runs. Youâd come to find out his name and you smiled.Â
Outside of you and the members of his team, Sam Wilson was the first friend Steve had made.Â
However, you didnât get to meet him in person until you got a call from him, under Steveâs contact. Of course, the minute the headline had flashed on your screen, youâd tried to get into contact with him. Heâd fallen, or rather, jumped, from an elevator and fallen a hundred feet or more to the ground. His own work seemed to be after him.Â
So, when you were told heâd fallen, once more, from one of the jets and had been in surgery, you rushed to him.Â
Entering his room, Natasha had been the one to take you to his room after two nurses read your name on his file but wouldnât let you through.Â
âHeâs alive, as you can see.â
âIf I get a call like this again, telling me youâre dead, Iâll kill you myself.â You warned Steve before you walked to his side. The bastard had the audacity to chuckle.Â
âI promise. If Iâm gonna die, Iâll ask your permission first.â
From behind you, you heard a voice smile. âI like her.â
âY/n, this is Sam. Sam, this is Y/n.â
From that day on, the movie and pizza nights came to include both Sam and Natasha. However, unbeknownst to you and Steve, the movie nights also came to include the rest of the team.Â
Natasha had been trained to read people. And sheâd never read anyone easier than you and Steve.Â
And her information soon became Clintâs information which soon became everyoneâs information when he accidentally let it slip to the others.Â
Tony had been planning a party. Rather, he wanted to throw one and Pepper had come up with a list of people to invite. And when she read out your name, Steve had looked up but Clint had spoken first.Â
âIs that Steveâs girl?â
They all looked around at each other before looking at Steve. He had a girl?
Steve faltered. âYes, well, no. Sheâs my friend. Weâre friends but-â
Tony turned to Pepper. âInvite Steveâs girlfriend.â
âSheâs not my girlfriend. Weâre just friends. And she doesnât really like big parties so-â
âInvite her anyway. I canât believe Clint knows about her before we do.â Then he turned to Natasha. âI suppose you already knew.â
She just nodded.Â
And that was just the start of it.Â
A few nights later, Steve had given you a heads up which you appreciated but it did put you on edge a little. But all in all, it wasâŠfun.Â
It was the first time you enjoyed yourself at a party and didnât hate every minute of it.Â
Firstly, the attire was fancy but not gala fancy. It was a celebration of Hydra finally being overthrown from Shield.
You arrived in your heels that didnât hurt your feet so much, wide legged trousers and a graphic t-shirt.Â
âNow, who is that?â
At the bar, Rhodey, Thor, Tony and Maria all stood watching as you entered the room, clearly looking for someone. Tony and Rhodey had met most of the building at the party. Maria had met them all â at the very least, she had a file on them all.Â
But not on you.Â
From behind the bar, Natasha leaned over. âThatâs Steveâs girl.â
From the bar they watched as Sam noticed you first and called you over. You looked relieved at seeing a familiar face. Even more relieved at seeing Steve. Tony watched as Steve noticed you, too.Â
The game of pool Steve had been winning at suddenly took a dip as his aim went off kilter, his attention immediately going to you.Â
âSteve has a woman?â Thor asked, the other just nodded. âWell, we must meet her.â
However, as they all went to walk towards the pool table, Maria reached her hand out. âYou boys swarm her, Steve will make sure you never get to speak to her again. I will go.â
And so she did.Â
The others watched on as Steve introduced you to Maria, every protective instinct a man got when introducing his girlfriend to the rest of his family going up. And somehow, with simple ease, Maria had gained a small part of your friendship and led you towards the second bar.Â
Meanwhile, Steve watched as you walked away, the heart in his eyes never leaving. Not even when Sam nudged him and they got back to the game.Â
Throughout the night, Steve kept his eye on you.Â
He almost broke the sound barrier by how quickly he turned up at your side when you were dragged into the conversation circle with most of them.Â
âSo, tell me.â Tony said, sitting beside you. âHow did you meet our fellow Captain?â
âTony.â Steve warned, though no true malice could be traced in his voice.Â
You smiled. âItâs okay. We actually met at one of your parties.â
Tony sat back. âReally?â
You nodded. âSome fancy gala a few years back.â
Conversation between yourself and the rest of the group seemed to take a natural flow until eventually, all your nerves had subsided.Â
But that didnât stop you from needing a break by the end. Between talking with Natasha, Maria and Thor for most of the night, and beating Sam at a few rounds of pool â something Steve found incredibly entertaining,
Tony had backed Sam on his idea that you were cheating. Nobody won that many rounds of pool one after the other. So, as the others gathered and watched the game, Steve stepped forward and he covered your eyes.Â
For a moment you looked up at him and smirked, and he smiled back with a light shrug of his shoulders.Â
âYes, thank you, Cap.â Sam said. âSee. This will prove that sheâs cheat-â
As you hit the white cue ball, everyone watched and was left speechless as every ball suddenly found its home in the pockets, leaving you with an automatic victory.Â
Opening your eyes once more and standing up, you looked at the pool table with a proud look before looking at Sam. Youâd never seen him as shocked. Looking at Steve, he seemed shocked but also proud.Â
âStill think Iâm cheating?âÂ
Tony just looked at you. âSheâs a witch. She had to be. Were you cursed as a child? Born to some Vampire in Europe or something?â
Steve chuckled, as did you.Â
âCome on, Tony. Accept your defeat.â
As the hours passed, eventually you found yourself outside on the balcony, taking a breather from the party.Â
âFigured youâd find some place quiet.â
You stood back up, holding onto the balcony bar. âHey.â
Steve smiled. âHey. You okay? They can be a bit much.â
You shook your head. âNo, itâs not that. Just needed a minute. You know, this is the first time Iâve enjoyed myself at one of these?â
Steve looked up at the building before looking back at you with a smile on his face. âIt is better when people arenât trying to show you off.â
You nodded with a smile. âThank you for inviting me.â
âThank you for escaping the last one and finding me in that room.â
It was in that moment that you realised the last time youâd gone to any kind of gala or party of the same scale was the first time youâd met Steve.Â
You smiled fondly at the memory. âThanks for not being mad when I opened the door.â
âI could never be mad at you.â
âYou didnât even know me.â
Steve shrugged. âIâve got a good judge of character.â
You felt yourself chuckle before you looked out across the rest of the city before a cold wind blew through making you shiver.Â
âHere,â Steve shrugged off his jacket but before you could tell him you were fine, he placed it over your shoulders.Â
It smelt of him.Â
âThanks.â
Steve just nodded with a smile watching as you placed your arms through the holes and wrapped it a little tighter around yourself before you looked out at the rest of the city with him.Â
âCan I ask you something?â
âAnything.â
âIs something going on between Maria and Sam?â
Steve couldnât help but laugh. âSheâll eat him alive.â
âHe might be into that.âÂ
Steve laughed and closed his eyes in disgust. âWhat makes you ask?â
You shrugged. âJust something Iâve noticed. He looks at her like she hung the moon. Though, of course, thatâs when sheâs not looking. When she is, it's like Iâm back at school rehearsing for Much Ado About Nothing.â
Steveâs joy widened. âYou were in a play?â
You laughed. âI wasnât any good. I was only put on stage because my folks donated so much money to the school. All I wanted was to work with Tech.â
Steve chuckled. âIâd pay good money to see that. But, I get what you mean about Sam and Maria. Who knows? If the timing is rightâŠâ
Steve looked at you and you felt something bigger was being hidden behind his words. Part of you certainly held out hope that there was.Â
âWe should probably get back inside.â
An hour later, most people had gone home so it was left with just Steve, yourself, Clint, Natasha, Bruce, Maria, Tony, Rhodey and Thor.Â
Still wearing Steveâs jacket, you were sitting in the middle of the sofa, your legs curled towards your chest. After he stood up, Steve came back and handed you a beer before he nudged your legs allowing him room to sit down before he pulled them across his lap.Â
It was the standard procedure for you and him to sit on a sofa together. Mainly because his sofa in his old apartment had been small enough to do so.Â
Despite changing apartments and the sofa, it was just something that stuck.Â
The others took silent note of it as the debate continued between Thor and Clint over his hammer.Â
By the time everyone was trying to lift it, Steve became one of the last. Sharing a look with you before looking at Thor, Steve stood up and tried to lift it.Â
You watched as it squeaked on the table for a moment, but moved no further. However, your knowing grin â despite it never truly lifting from the table â caused you to look at Thor.Â
He looked panic stricken.Â
But Steve stood back and held his hands up.Â
âOrâŠyouâre all not worthy.â
âItâs still a trick!â
In the moments that followed, everyone turned to their own conversations; including you and Steve.Â
But Clint and Natasha kept their eyes on you and Steve. Your legs over his lap, wearing his jacket, his focus solely on you, his hand rubbing lightly against the bottom of your leg that was exposed under your wide-legged trousers, your ever loving gaze on his that matched yours, light and soft smiles on your faces.Â
âTen bucks says theyâll be married in two years.â Clint whispered up to Natasha.Â
âDeal.â
Something that Clint didnât know, that Natasha did, was that you and Steve were fucking oblivious.Â
Theyâd all be lucky if it happened in two years.Â
Quite frankly, it should have happened two years ago.Â
Suddenly, a high pitched noise rippled through the room.Â
âOf course youâre not all worthyâŠâ
Your eyes landed on an oil leakingâŠzombie robot?
His voice was deep and menacing and nothing about any of it felt comforting.Â
âSteve?â
âStark?â
âJarvis?â
In a single turn of events youâd gone from laughing and joking with each other to suddenly defending yourself against a robot who claimed heâd killed someone.Â
A swarm of them flew in through broken glass panels and Steve kicked up a table before any of them could hit either of you.Â
You landed on the floor beside him, a little winded.Â
âAre you okay?â
You nodded. âIâm okay. Go, go, go. Iâll be fine.â
Steve helped you up before running off in the other direction. It was a whirlwind of blasts, bullets and shattered glass.Â
At one point, one had you cornered as Tony unhooked another. And for a moment, you thought youâd be sent flying out of the window and out into the open before Steve took hold of it, throwing it back towards Thor before Clint threw him his shield.Â
And it all ended as Thor sent his hammer flying through Ultron.Â
âWhat the fuck was that?â
âBanner.â Tony called him over before they headed towards their lab.Â
Meanwhile, Steve turned around before heading straight towards you and holding you in his arms, almost lifting you from the ground.Â
âAre you okay?â
You nodded, letting the scent of him, his clothes, his jacket, calm you.Â
âYeah. Thanks for saving my life.â
Steve truly breathed for the first time since the high pitched noise had rang through the room. With a hand at the back of your head, he pressed a kiss to your temple and he closed his eyes.Â
âCome on, let's go and find the others.â
However, as he took your hand, you pulled him back. âSteve.â
âRight, you-youâll want to go home-â
You shook your head. âItâs not that. Youâve got glass in your arm.â
âOh.â
âDoes Tony have tweezers in his lab?â
Steve nodded. âI think so.â
Less than five minutes later, you sat Steve in one of the chairs, Bruce handing you and Maria a set of tweezers each.Â
Staring with his arm, you plucked out the small fragments of glass before his skin healed over them, before holding his palm up to face you. Meanwhile, they began discussing the extinction of The Avengers and the possibility of nuclear codes getting out to the rest of the world.
Then rage got passed around the room.Â
By the time morning rolled around, Steve drove you back home.
âWhatever happensâŠâ You looked at Steve, a small voice in the back of your head begging for him to be imprinted in your memory as if he hadnât already. âJust promise me youâll be careful.â
Steve nodded. âI promise. Youâre the only one that can kill me, remember?â
You felt yourself laugh. At least he remembered.Â
Looking at him again, you hugged him. âI mean it, Steve. Please be safe.â
He hugged you back, the feeling of him strong enough for you to still feel hours later.Â
âI promise.â
Each day you didnât hear from him was a little more worrisome than the last. And then when the media reported Shield helping evacuate people from a floating countryâŠall you could do was hope Steve wasnât one of the casualties.Â
âMaybe Iâll take a leaf out of Bartonâs book.â
âThe simple life?â
âYouâll get there one day. Maybe you could get there with Y/n?â
Steve couldnât deny he hadnât thought about it once or twice. You and him. Together. More than friends. A part of him did think you felt it too. The same spark. Familiarity. The same love.Â
âIf something was gonna happen, it would have happened by now.â Steve told him. âBesides, I think the guy that wanted all that went into the ice seventy five years ago.â
Tony shrugged. âDonât count on it. That guy is still there somewhere. See you âround, Rogers.â
As Tony drove away, Steve took in the building in front of him. And despite the acceptance he felt of being home, the idea of you and himâŠhe figured that would always be with him.Â
Even if it never happened.Â
That night, Steve turned up outside your apartment with the next movie on his list and a case of soda. However, when you didnât answer, he went in search of you.Â
Opening the door to the roof, he looked around before spotting you in the very corner, sitting on the table of the picnic bench.Â
âPenny for your thoughts?â
Looking around, you gave a sigh of relief at seeing him. He dropped the case on the table before you reached for him.Â
âThank god youâre okay.â
âHow long have you been up here?â
âSince Nat called me and told me youâd landed. I couldnât sit in my apartment anymore soâŠI came up here. Last time I looked out at the city was before everything went to hell.â
Steve looked out at the city himself before looking back at you. âWeâre not out of the woods yet. Ross is probably about to reign hellfire down onâŠeveryone.â
âWhat about the girl?â
âWanda?â
You nodded.Â
âI donât know. She went through a lot, losing her home and her brother in one fowl sweep.âÂ
âYou should train her.â
âWhat?â
âTrain her,â you repeated. âYouâre the only one who knows what itâs like to be in a war, to sign up to be experimented on. Sheâs gonna need someone who actually understands some of what sheâs going through.â
Steve agreed with you. You had a point.Â
âTony can have a lot of influence and his heart can be in the right place but he doesnât always remember that people didnât have his childhood or his life.â
âHeâs been through a lot.â
You agreed with Steve. âHe has. But heâs never lost a brother, or his life to somebodyâs cause. Sheâs gonna need help.â
âIâll see what I can do.â
The rest of the evening was spent talking over what had happened, what Steve had thought when the earth quite literally started to lift from beneath him, what had happened with Banner and Nat and then you gave him your news.Â
Bucky had been spotted.Â
The next time you saw Steve was at Agent Peggy Carterâs funeral. You sat at the back for most of it, watching as Steve helped carry the coffin and as people gave their eulogies.Â
You didn't know much about Peggy Carter personally, though you could remember learning about her in school. The founder of Shield, working alongside Captain America in her early career. And from meeting Steve, youâd come to know more about her. As well as how deeply both she and Steve were in love.Â
Youâd seen the clips at the museum, and with Steve beside you, it gave them a whole other meaning. And even though Steve living through the ice and landing himself in the 21st century had given you one of the greatest friendships youâd ever had, part of you felt angry for him.Â
Angry at the fact he missed out on his chance with Peggy and that she had to live a life where, as far as anyone knew, Steve was dead.Â
A soldier and a love story left stranded in time.Â
You could remember when Steve had first visited Peggy, again.Â
And now he had to say goodbye, again.Â
âIt was a beautiful service.â
Steve looked up and down the aisle to where you were walking towards him. He felt the breath get knocked out of him. Or maybe back into him.Â
âHey, what are you doing here?â
âThought you could use a friendly face?â
 A silent conversation then took place between you and Steve. Silent conversations werenât unusual between you. A thousand words could be said in a look, but youâd both understand.
âI donât know whatâs gonna happen after I leave here-â
âNo, I know. I know.â You understood completely. After he walked out of the church, Nat would be leaving without him.Â
âTodayâs been a lot. Tomorrowâs gonna be a lot.â You looked back at Steve. âRight now can just beâŠright now. Youâve lost someone, Steve. Right now you donât have to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders. You donât have to be Captain America right now.â Your gaze turned to Peggyâs picture. âI might not have met her, but I know you and I both know she would be telling you, you donât have to be Captain America right now. At this moment, youâre just Steve: World War Two veteran who has just lost a great love in their life and deserves a moment to breathe.â
Steve gave you a weak smile, his emotions building up in his chest. âThank you.â
Stepping forward, you wrapped Steve in a comforting hug and for the next twenty minutes, you both stayed inside the church.Â
There he told you the smaller facts about Peggy â the ones heâd learnt when she was with him and his Howling Commandos.Â
But then the time came to leave.Â
Walking down the different streets, hearing time tick away, you and Steve soaked up what time you could before everything was about to go to shit.Â
And on a bench beside the River Thames, you and Steve said your goodbyes. Both of you knew something was going to go wrong. What that was exactly, neither of you could put your finger on it. But something was going to happen.Â
It was only a matter of time.Â
âHere.âÂ
âWhatâs this?â
Steve read the piece of paper. It was a set of coordinates.Â
âI own a house. Itâs in the middle of nowhere, somewhere in Europe. If anything happens, Ross canât touch you. The house had been in my familyâs name for generations but one of my great auntâs left it to me. Itâs yours to use.â
âY/n-â
âTake it, Steve. Nobody knows it exists so they wonât find you. Itâs run down but there should be running water.â
Steve finally accepted it. âThank you. You know, if Tony ever finds out about this, heâs gonna believe that you are a witch from a vampire family.â
You shrugged. âMaybe I am, you just donât know it.â
Steve shrugged, pocketing the paper safely.Â
âIâm gonna miss you.â
You took his hand. âIâm gonna miss you, too.â
You tried your best to avoid the tears, but they were trying their hardest anyway.Â
âJust promise me one thing, Steve.â
Steve nodded, squeezing your hand a little tighter. âBe safe?â
You nodded. âBe safe.â
Your eyes locking with his, Steve decided to take a risk. There was a chance he might never be able to see you again. Whatever was going to happen, the first person theyâd put a tail on would be you.Â
He kissed you.Â
With your hand on his lapel, you held him closer. It was short and bittersweet, but the memory of him and his kiss would forever be seared into your brain.Â
And for a few moments, you just held onto each other, fearful of opening your eyes and accepting that one of you would have to walk away.Â
With his finger, Steve gently brushed the stray hair from your face away and behind your ear before kissing you quickly for a second time.Â
âOne of us has to say goodbye.â
âI know,â you sniffed. âI know.â
âIf thereâs one thing Iâm grateful for, it's that you walked into that room when you did. You were the first person to treat me like one and to help me. Thank you for wanting to escape that party.â
You laughed through the tears. âYou never have to thank me for that. Itâs crazy to think I almost didnât go.â
âIâm glad you did.â
âSo am I.â
Looking at each other for one final time, you leaned in and kissed him. You prayed that his hand by your waist would leave a brand â a different pain to carry with you than the one in your heart.Â
Feeling yourself stand, the kiss broke away and you were the first to say goodbye.Â
Walking down the stone pavement, you looked behind you before you turned a corner, only to find Steve had already gone. Between the bustling people, the bench youâd both just been sitting at was exactly that.Â
A bench.Â
Going home, you tried to find a way to keep yourself busy but no matter where you looked, everything reminded you of him. The movies youâd watched with him, the ones you didnât. The pizzaâs shared, and soda spilt, the curtain, bedsheets, books, clothes, pictures.Â
You had some of his artwork in your house. Some of them people, most of landscapes â people and places youâd seen together.Â
And in an album under your bed, you had his letters.Â
Each one in its original envelope on one page and the pictures heâd drawn of the skyline from wherever heâd been.Â
Some evenings, youâd reread his letters â still able to hear his voice.Â
Then the headlines started to roll in.Â
Captain America was a fugitive and had broken his team out of a high secure facility.Â
And for almost two years a hunt was put on for him. You were interviewed every couple of months with the same questions.Â
Did you know where he was? Had he contacted you? What information did he share with you?
Just because youâd given him a set of coordinates didnât mean heâd use them. The last time youâd heard from Steve was in London and the only information heâd shared with you that day was about Peggy Carter and some of the old stories of when he was first in London in the 40s.Â
In the meantime, your parents had convinced you to attend different dinner parties, charity shows, fundraisers and galas, all the while helping you find a date.Â
Most of the people your mother had first introduced you to years ago, they were recently married. But the single ones sheâd found; you dated some, though it never went any further than a sixth date â usually the date after your parents invited them to attend dinner.Â
But no matter the fancy meal, or the conversation, or the man; none of them could beat a pizza, soda, a movie andâŠ
Steve.Â
None of them could beat Steve.Â
But that all changed one afternoon when you were gardening.Â
Living in the city had reminded you too much of Steve, and with the constant reminders of the memories and new threats and superheroes popping up, you decided to find somewhere nice to live.Â
SomeplaceâŠsimple.Â
So, buying a house outside of the city with a few acres of land, you started renovating. Any business meetings you had could be done online which meant you had more time to fix your new home up.Â
The smell of plaster, paint and sawdust filled your home for most of the days until finally things started to come together. New windows and locks were installed, the faulty taps were fixed and finally the entire place was given a new lease of life.Â
And just as you were half way through with fixing your garden; planting some flowers and digging patches for a small allotment, a car pulled up outside your drive.Â
On your knees in the dirt, it took a moment for your eyes to focus on the person climbing out of the car in the distance.Â
They were tall, broad and had a beard.Â
However, the closer they got, memories started to kick in. The walk, the frameâŠ
You stood up and walked closer until you stopped again, feeling the breath being knocked out of you.Â
âOh, my godâŠâ
He watched as you stopped in your tracks, your brain confirming who he was. Then you started running. Across the grass and onto the gravel path, you collided with Steve.Â
âThis is you, Iâm not dreaming, am I?â
Steve shook his head and he held onto you, the essence of you filling his senses.Â
âNo, youâre not dreaming.â
You leaned back and looked at him before hugging him again.Â
Finally, Steve set you back onto your feet and his hands remained at your waist.Â
âWhy are you back? Last I heardâŠâ
âThe team and I are keeping our distance for a few days. Natâs headed to Ohio and Sam is trying to see his sister. Itâs the best way to avoid Ross.â
You nodded, checking him over. He didnât seem like he was dying.Â
With a hand on his cheek, you smiled a little, pointing out the obvious. âYou grew a beard.â
Steve smiled a little. âHelps me blend in.â
You looked into his eyes and smiled. âIt suits you.â
Holding gently onto your wrist, Steve turned his head and kissed your palm and for a second you closed your eyes, leaning into him.Â
âIâm really glad youâre okay.â
Placing your hand over his heart, Steve seemed to bear into your soul. âSo am I.â
What followed was two hours of conversation around where heâd been and what heâd been doing since he left, and what you had been doing.Â
Then he started to help. Painting the porch on the back of the house as you continued planting in the back garden, you spent time together.Â
Time that was all too precious knowing he was on a clock.Â
âWhere did you learn to cook?â You asked Steve as you helped him chop up veg.Â
With a smile on his face, Steve continued to prepare dinner. âI have a contact in Scotland. Their aunt runs a cafe and needed a few extra hands in the kitchen.â
As you helped Steve prepare dinner, you listened to the stories heâd gathered over his time away. Scotland, Spain, Germany, Italy, England, Poland, Norway, and many others.Â
Once dinner was finished, you started to clean up. But from the table, Steve looked at you standing by the sink in front of the window.Â
Youâd never left his thoughts.Â
Sat on that bench in London, he watched you walk away and for a moment, he remained where he was. He didnât know if heâd ever be able to see you again â not without heavy restrictions.Â
He wanted you so desperately to turn around, but if you did, he would have followed you. He would have stood up and ran after you.Â
So he left.Â
He left before you could look around, he left before he would stop fighting himself and follow you.Â
And each day he woke up, for the few moments in the morning where he would forget what had happened, where he would forget the world heâd been found in, he thought about you. He thought about calling you or writing you a letter. He thought about seeing you when heâd roll over in bed. But each timeâŠ
You werenât there.Â
You werenât with him.Â
You were at your home, thousands of miles from him.Â
And he had no way of talking to you.Â
Walking across the kitchen floor to you, he placed a hand on your waist before reaching across to the window cill.Â
âWhat are you doing?â You smiled.Â
Looking at you and turning up the dial, Steve smiled. âCome with me.â
Taking the cloth from your hand, Steve dropped it back into the bowl of soapy water and took your hand in his. Then, pulling you into the middle of the kitchen with him, you both started to slow dance.Â
âWhatâs this for?â
Steve shrugged, holding your hand over his heart once again. âI donât know how long Iâve got with you. Figured we could spend it not washing up.â
You felt yourself smile. âI think I like that.â
It was soft and slow. Swaying with the beat until the radio turned static, you and Steve remained in each other's arms.Â
âCan you stay the night?â
Steve nodded.Â
âGood.â
The night soon settled over your home, the stars slowly emerging from behind the clouds. With your porch taking on a blue hue in its own shadow, you and Steve sat side by side on your porch swing.Â
Your hair still a little damp from your shower, Steve continued to run his fingers through it. And with your head on his chest, you let his heart beat calm you. For a moment, Steve turned his nose into your hair and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.Â
After a few moments, he didnât say anything. Not that you would have heard anything considering your body was begging for sleep.Â
Carefully standing, Steve slipped one of his arms around your back and one under your legs before carrying you inside. He tucked you under your bed covers before making his rounds, locking up the doors and windows. Finally, he got in beside you.Â
For years, heâd dreamed of it.Â
Being with you, by your side, a domestic and loving day before laying beside you knowing he would be waking up beside you every morning.Â
And Steve smiled as in your sleep you moved closer to him, your arms wrapping across his middle.Â
You couldnât remember when youâd gone from the porch to your bed, but you could remember Steve. Feeling his arms around you, his heartbeat under your cheek, his lips on yoursâŠ
âHey,â
Steve was sitting on the edge of the bed by your legs, fully dressed.Â
âHey, what time is it?â
Steve kept his eyes on you. âA little after four.â
You gave a groan and closed your eyes again. Steve chuckled. Reaching out, he gently swept the hair from your eyes, your head turning towards him. With his hand on your cheek, he felt your smile.Â
It was your turn to hold onto him and kiss his palm.Â
And just as the knowing sadness started to grow, Steve still smiled, leaning forward and kissed you.Â
You would never get bored of his kiss.
Peppering it out, you held onto his face before your hands slipped around his back and you held him closer.Â
With a sigh, Steve held you closer to him, trying to imprint the feeling of you in his arms.Â
Trying your best to ignore the growing tears, you spoke.Â
âJust promise me youâll be safe?â
Steve chuckled a little. âYou know youâre the only one who's allowed to kill me. But I promise.â
âGood.â
Holding on a little tighter, you silently begged for more time with him. But the clock was ticking.Â
From above, there was deep rumbling.Â
âYou better go,â you told Steve.Â
It took him a moment before he let go and with one final kiss, it was his turn to say goodbye.Â
Hearing his boots walk across the floor of your bedroom, down the hallway, through the living room and towards your front door.Â
You heard his pause for a moment and in that moment, you wondered what he would do if you called out for him.Â
But he couldnât stay any longer.Â
People needed him.Â
The world needed him.Â
Hearing your front door click open, Steveâs footsteps trailed off as it closed once more until eventually the only sound that was left was the ever quieting sound of a rumbling jet engine.
Six months later, half of the world disappeared.Â
With a snap of Thanosâ fingers, Steve watched as half of his team, his family, disappeared. And upon returning back to the Avengersâ compound, you were his first call.Â
Only, you never answered.Â
âGo.â Natasha told him.Â
He didnât need to be told twice.Â
Making a break for it, Steve ran down into the garage before hopping on his bike. Heâd made it to yours in half the time.Â
Pulling up, he started calling out for you. His voice filled with desperation and fear, he ran up to your front door.Â
It was unlocked.Â
He almost tripped inside as he tried the door, the hinges getting stuck.Â
âY/N!â
He raced around your home; checking the kitchen, living room, pantry, washing room, office, bathroom, and the bedrooms before finally reaching yours.Â
The bedding was strewn a little, the soft lines of the fitted sheet folded into where you would have been laying. The pain in Steveâs chest seemed to grow heavier by the minute.Â
You werenât here.Â
One hand on his hip, another covering his mouth, Steve turned around in a slow circle. Tears pricking at his eyes, his mind had gone from running a thousand miles a minute toâŠbeing completely overrun by pain.Â
He had nearly a thousand chances to be with you, to share a life with you that heâd always dreamed of â all before everything went to hell.Â
But it was too late.Â
You were gone.Â
Just like half of the world, you were gone.Â
Gripping onto the cold metal of your bed frame, Steve tried to steady himself.Â
You were gone.Â
Somewhere behind him, he heard a click.Â
His entire body stilled.Â
Slowly turning around he foundâŠ
No one.Â
Somewhere down the hall, a door closed.Â
As quietly as he could, Steve walked from your bedroom and down the hallway. The noises started to compile together.Â
Shoes shuffling, a bag being thrown onto a counter, a bucket handle rattling against itself.Â
From a corner, Steve saw an apron thrown across the back of a kitchen chair. A tap started to pour before someone switched it off.Â
Then someone started to hum.Â
You started to hum.Â
Fully stepping into the kitchen doorway, Steve felt the entire life get knocked back into him.Â
Then you turned around.Â
He scared the shit out of you.Â
The bucket slipping out of your hand, it knocked against your sink, the water spilling down the drain.Â
Just as it did, you recognised him.Â
Rushing forward, Steve enveloped you into his arms, your feet lifting from the ground.Â
âYouâre alive,â you breathed.Â
âI thought you were gone.â Steve mumbled into your shoulder, holding onto you tighter.Â
âSteve, whatâs going on?â
âHe won.âÂ
Steve set you back down on your feet and for the first time in almost seven months, you finally got a good look at him. He looked tired, worn. Beaten.Â
âWe almost did it, but he won.â
âWhose left?â
Steve tried his best to name those who were left.Â
âWe think Tonyâs gone but we canât be sure.â
The tears were falling from Steveâs cheeks as he told you. Wiping them away, you pulled him back into a hug.Â
âI tried calling you but when you didnât answerâŠâ You could feel Steveâs entire body shaking under you. âI thought Iâd lost you, too.â
âIâm sorry I didnât answer. Steve, honey, you need to sit down. Let me get you some water.â
As you sat him down, Steve watched as you moved around your kitchen. Grabbing a glass from the cupboard, running the tap until it was cold before handing it to him.Â
âIâll make you some food. When did you last eat? You should call Nat.â
âRight.â
After calling and updating Nat, Steve hung up the phone. And for the next few hours, Steve talked you through everything he could; right up to him running through your door.Â
In the months that followed, a transition started to take place. People had to get used to a world where half of the people they loved were gone.Â
And somewhere between Steve finding you in your kitchen and Tony and Pepper having their daughter, yourself and Steve finally came together.Â
Properly.Â
This time there were no goodbye kisses and fear of never seeing each other again. That biggest fear had been and gone.Â
What you were left with wasâŠacceptance.Â
Acceptance that you had both almost completely lost each other for good. There was no point in avoiding feelings, or being scared of what might happen.Â
You both had a chance at a life together.Â
So you both took it.Â
From then on your home with Steve became interchangeable between the Avengers compound and your house. Saving her from the lifetime supply of peanut butter sandwiches, you dragged Natasha when you could to your home with Steve and made her a decent meal.Â
Being out in the open also gave her a breath of fresh air away from the training facility walls that never changed colour.Â
And eventually thingsâŠsettled.Â
People found a new way of life, coming back each year to celebrate those who were lost. And then new life was brought into the mix.Â
Not too long after Pepper had given birth to Morgan, you were faced with a positive pregnancy test result yourself.Â
And Natasha was your first call.Â
âWhatâs going on? I have an extra gun in the car if we need it.â
You showed it to her. âWhat does that show?â
âHoly shit, youâre pregnant.â
A small whimper left your lips as you handed her the test stick and started pacing around your bathroom.Â
âAreâŠare we not happy about that?â
You whimpered again as you paced up and down. âI-I donât know. We-we havenât planned anything. I mean, weâve talked about it a few times but what if something goes wrong? Are you sure it was positive?â
Natasha looked back at it. âWell, itâs got a plus sign so-â
âItâs the third Iâve taken this week. The other two came up invalid but that one was like a bright flashing light.â
Reaching for you by the shoulders, Natasha sat you down. âOkay, first off, breathe.â
You did so.Â
And then some more.Â
âOkay. Hereâs what weâre gonna do. Iâm gonna go and get you another box of tests. Proper ones, not these things. And youâre gonna call Steve.â
âHeâll probably pass out. Why do you think I called you?â
Natasha laughed. âJust call him. Iâll be right back.â
And she was.Â
Walking back inside, she called out and Steve called back.Â
Three minutes later, you were all huddled in the bathroom waiting for the result to finally show.Â
âWhat if itâs a false positive? If itâs positive-positive, will I be able to carry the baby?â
Crouching down in front of you, Steve held your hand. âWhatever it is, weâll figure it out. Together. Okay?â
You took a breath and nodded. Leaning up, Steve kissed you and you kissed him back.Â
Youâd been having conversations about starting a family together for a while, but neither of you had started planning it just yet. Mostly because you hadnât gotten around to it. And you didnât know if you could even carry Steveâs kid. For all either of you knew, the serum would carry onto your child.Â
Natasha looked at her phone.Â
âItâs time.â
With a shaky breath, you and Steve stood. However, you paused as you reached for the test.Â
âCount me down.â
Steve chuckled softly, counting back from three.Â
After one, you turned it over.Â
Pregnant 3+ weeks
You felt yourself smile and laugh a little before showing Steve.Â
âYouâre gonna be a dad.â
Taking the test from your hands, Steve took one look at it before the water-works started.Â
Nine months later, inside the Avengers compound, Natasha was walking with you.Â
âOnce they started arguing over what the manual said, I made a break for it.â
Tony had surprised you and Steve at your home and after an hour, Steve had wrangled him in to help build the crib. It was the final thing that needed to be built and since Steve had banned you from lifting heavy things since you had elected to ignore your midwife and pushed the crib from the living room and into the nursery. You couldnât help.Â
âHave you decided on a name yet?â
You shook your head. âNot yet.â
âWell, I might be biassed but Natasha is a really good name.â
You laughed a little. âIâll think about it.â
Natasha smiled, holding onto your hand as she helped you down one of the narrower steps.Â
However, halfway around the building, you stopped.Â
âEverything okay?â
You nodded. âJust a bit of cramp.â
But it wasnât just cramp.Â
Barely a second later, you felt water trail down your leg until there was a louder splash against the tiles.Â
âOh, shit.â
You looked down. âOh, my god.â
âOkay, okay. Weâre okay.â
You nodded, taking hold of her hand as she walked you down the hall.Â
âSteveâs old room is just down the hall. Once we get you there-â
âCall him.â
âI know, I will.â
âNo, call him now. Please.â
Twenty minutes later, Tonyâs car was kicking gravel up and onto the windshield. Steve ran inside, nearly taking out a few employees on the way.Â
Almost fifteen hours later, a healthy baby girl was delivered.Â
With her in Steveâs arms, bundled in a fresh baby blanket, everyone stood around the bed.Â
âOnly took you a decade.â
Steve chuckled, but he couldnât tear his eyes away from his daughter. And neither could you.Â
And for almost four years, it was blissful.Â
As your daughter grew up, Steve told her stories and showed her pictures of the 40s. Even at the age of three, she seemed wise beyond her years.Â
Then one night, everything changed.Â
Recently, she hadnât been sleeping. So, lay in bed with you whilst Steve was still at work, you told her a few bedtime stories but when Steve came in an hour or so later, he found her still awake.Â
âYou should be asleep,â he whispered to her.Â
âI tried. Mommy fell asleep, though.â
Steve looked over and smiled. âCome on, let your mom sleep.â
Picking his daughter up, Steve carried her down the hall, leaving his jacket on the bed beside you. Making sure to close the door behind him, Steve started to talk to his daughter.Â
Their conversation eventually turned to someone from Steveâs past.Â
âDaddy, whose that?â
Steve looked at the photo. It was him and Bucky during his army days, though both were out of uniform and in civilian clothing. There weren't many pictures of Bucky in normal clothes.Â
âThatâs Uncle Buck.â
âBut heâs not in green.â
Steve chuckled. âYouâre right, heâs not. That was when we were in London. Pinky, one of the Howling Commandos, decided to take us on a tour of London.â
âWow.âÂ
She was awe-struck.Â
âDoes he know I was born?â
Steve felt a pang in his chest. âMaybe. I donât know if he can hear me, but Iâve told him.â
âWould he like me?â
Steve smiled. âHeâd love you.â
Kissing her temple, Steve sat down in one of the chairs. âTry and get some sleep.â
Steve himself must have fallen asleep because next thing he knew, you were waking him up. Your daughter was still fast asleep, he carried her to bed before you led him down the hall and he collapsed onto your shared bed.Â
The next time he woke up that morning, everything you both knew was about to change.Â
Time Travel.Â
There was a chance everyone could be brought back.Â
And after a long conversation, one that was overheard by your daughter who had been playing in the back garden with the family dog, Steve accepted what he had to do.Â
âYou and Aunty Nat will have pictures again.â
Handing Steve a slightly mud scattered, crinkled, crayon drawing; your daughter had drawn a picture with everyone on it.Â
Herself, you, the dog, Steve, Nat, Bucky, Sam with his wings, Clint with his bow and arrow, Thor and his hammer, Tony, BruceâŠthe stick men with different items, standing on a green field with a corner sun, continued on and on.Â
It was that night you kissed Steve and he said what could have been his final goodbye to your daughter. She held onto him tightly, telling him she loved him. The only thing that carried him on his feet was the thought of going through what Scott was.Â
In the time he got stuck, he thought his daughter was gone.Â
Steve would have done anything to get his daughter back.Â
And it didnât take much for him to remember the pain that washed through and over him when he thought he lost you.Â
Scott, like many others, had lost someone they loved. So had Steve. But he hadnât lost you, though he thought he did.Â
People needed their families back.Â
And thatâs what they got.Â
At the cost of Tonyâs life.Â
After everything had settled, you drove as fast as you could to find Steve. And you found him far outside of the Avengers compound, crouched on the floor.Â
âSteve!? Steve!â
Looking up, he spotted you amongst the grey smoke. A shining light in the darkness.Â
Running as fast as you could, you eventually reached him.Â
âI couldnât wait any longer. I needed to know if you were okay. Are you okay?â
Steveâs voice was quiet. âHeâs gone.â
âGone? Whoâs gone?â
Steveâs voice broke. âT-tony. Tonyâs gone.â
âOh, my god.â
As Steve hugged you, you held him as tightly as you could. He asked about your daughter.Â
âSheâs with my dad back home. Sheâs safe. She just needs a cuddle from her dad.â
Steve nodded. âI think I need one from her, too.â
Two weeks later, Steve brought Bucky and Sam home.Â
âHoney, come here.â Your daughter ran to her dadâs side. âSam, Buck. Iâd like you to meet Aurora. Rory, honey, this is Sam and Bucky.â
Sam knelt down and shook her hand. âItâs nice to finally meet you, miss.â
Meanwhile, Bucky was in pure shock. Slowly, he knelt beside Sam and Bucky felt his life flash before his eyes.Â
âSteveâŠshe looks like your mom.â
As Rory studied Bucky, she decided to hug him. Sam smiled and so did you and Steve. And eventually Bucky hugged her back, frightened he might break her.Â
âCan I show them my room?â
The consensus was yes and whilst Sam was dragged towards her bedroom, Rory shouting for you to follow, Bucky and Steve followed behind.Â
Inside her room, her walls were covered in different pictures sheâd drawn of the different stories Steve had told her. Of course, most of them were stick men, but the message was still clear.Â
A week later, a funeral was held for Tony and the Stones had to be returned.Â
Standing beside Bucky as Steve stood on the platform, Aurora stood and waited in between both of you.Â
And in what was a few seconds later, Steve returned with Natasha by his side.Â
Aurora gasped and bolted forward.Â
âAunty Nat!â
âCareful, kiddo.â Steve warned just before Aurora collided with her, but Natasha shook her head.Â
âItâs okay.âÂ
Lifting her into her arms, she hugged her tightly. Â
âYouâre back.â
Natasha smiled. âThanks to your dad.â
Looking at her dad, she smiled before hugging Natasha again.Â
âIâll be back in a minute.âÂ
Natasha nodded and carried Rory back towards you before everyone started running over. Meanwhile, you watched as Steve walked over to Sam.Â
Ten minutes later, your daughter bolted from the crowd and towards her dad who was finally out of his protection suit.Â
âI missed you.â
âI missed you, too.â
Seeing you again, Steve kissed you before kissing Roryâs cheek.Â
âEverything okay?â
Steve watched as Fury made his way over to Sam, and he smiled.Â
âEverythingâs good.â
Kissing you again, Steve smiled. âThank you.â
âFor what?â
âFor walking into that room when you did.â Steve told you. âIâm just sorry it took me so long to do something about it.â
You shook your head, looking from him to your daughter and back to him. âIt happened when it was meant to.â
Steve smiled before he kissed you. âI love you.â
âI love you, too.â
Tony was right; Steve found the life with you heâd always wanted, even if it did take him a decade to do something about it.Â
#steve rogers x reader#steve rogers x you#steve rogers#captain america x reader#steve rogers captain america x reader#captain america x you#steve rogers captain america x you#steve rogers captain america#this fic is long#in google docs its 23 pages#found family#reader helps steve adjust to the modern world#the avengers#marvel#mcu#mcu x reader#tony stark#natasha romanoff#clint barton#sam wilson#bucky barnes#x platonic reader#falling in love#fluff#angst#kissing#spoilers for marvel pre and during endgame#probably plot holes and spelling mistakes#Natasha comes back with Steve and Sam becomes Captain America#aurora means 'dawn' -- also new beginnings
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In the whole âwhat would the Starks do if Jonâs parentage ever came to lightâ debate, the most interesting figure to me is Robb Stark. Ned is already caught between a rock and a hard place: duty and love to both his king and his sisterâs son, though he already committed treason once to save Lyannaâs boy. Catelyn the embodiment of the Tully words, âfamily, duty, honorâ, is fiercely loyal to her husband and children - but not to Jon. So if she was ever put in a position to choose, itâs obvious what she would do. Then thereâs Robb. Heâs his fatherâs heir, his motherâs pride. Heâs named after Robert Baratheon, the ruling king of the seven kingdoms, as a testament to his fatherâs upbringing and love for his friend. But Jon is his brother; his best friend; his greatest companion. Where Nedâs choice would leave him conflicted, Robb doesnât share the same loyalty to the king. So when forced to fight for the crown or his brotherâs life, heâd obviously choose his brother. Which would be an interesting twist of fate. Ned and Robert rebelled for their lives many years prior. How interesting it would be for the boy who bears Robertâs name and the boy who bears Nedâs face to rise in rebellion again.
#robert and ned were raised as equals#but jon and robb were not - jon received a lordlingâs education and was raised in a castle#but heâs a bastard! he was never robbâs equal in truth and the best he could hope to be is a bannerman to his brother#and robb knew that!#so id like to see how weird the situation would be if robbâs bastard brother turned out to be his king đ#everyone always talks about what if jon went south to become robbâs advisor#but yall what if it was the other way around- robb winning wars to defend his brotherâs claim on the throne#ah love a good what if đ#asoiaf#jon snow#robb stark#jon and robb the greatest duo to ever duo like!!! theyâd put ned and robert to shame and thatâs the T#for starters Jon would actually be a competent king andjsnajzbssj#always funny seeing people place robb in other peopleâs claims for the throne like my friends?!#that boy will fight the whole world for his bro donât even joke about that
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jaime being robbâs smiling knight
agot catelyn x - asos jaime viii - battle of whispering wood - acok catelyn vii - agot catelyn x - asos jaime viii
#smth about jaime not only becoming his own monster but robbâs too#asoiaf#jaime lannister#robb stark#the smiling knight#*#comparatives#book quotes
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Can you imagine if Ironman 1 FREAKY Stark met Peter instead of less freaky more "responsible" tony in civil war?? đ oh my GOD that kid would be DEAD AS HELL
Tony eating a donut: "sorry- who are you again?"
Peter: "I'm your intern.. I have been for like a month-"
Tony nodding and not listening at all: "yeah yeah whatever- listen I have a job for you."
Peter fully believing it's superhero related: "seriously? What is it-?"
Tony: "pepper banned me from the fridge.. In there you will find a large half full bottle of the best whisky I have ever drank. I need you to use your sticky gross kid fingers and grab it for me kay?"
Peter: "okay.. what if I get caught??"
Tony: "don't. Just hurry up kid."
Tony walking into the room: "pepper says we have to bond I'm taking you to a party"
Peter: "cool!! What kind of party?"
Tony: "the kind where you wait outside and let me gamble like a normal adult, if someone offers you cocaine just don't take it, I don't wanna deal with that"
Peter:
Peter: "can we get food on the way..?"
Tony: "see this is why I like you kid"
Pepper: "Tony I fired Peter. Your a horrible influence and an even worse caretaker!"
Tony: "so you hate me"
Pepper: "no?? You just can't take children to parties!"
Tony: "But he's my emotional support child??? Do you really want me to kill myse-"
Pepper: "Tony! That is not funny!"
Tony: "it is a little bit, what was his name again?"
#shitpost#if Peter fought vulture Tony would give him a gun and tell him to be back by 9#he totally got like a Grammy of something and gave it to Peter because he literally does not care#Peter sold that shit on eBay immediately#Tony is like that one dad who swears he doesn't want a cat and then when he gets one he becomes a girldad#Except its him not liking kids and then getting Peter and turning into a PTA mom#He pulls up to his school randomly to kidnap him to go grab burgers or something#mcu#peter parker#spider man#headcanon#tony stark#ironman#irondad and spiderson#this is stupid#but so are they
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Nonoooo whatever you do please don't give me Buck joining Eddie on a road trip to Texas to go get Christopher back and staying for a few more days. Eddie showing buck around and then they go to a bar and Eddie rides the Fuck out of a mechanic bull, cowboy hat on and everything and Buck's watching everything happen with a dazed look on his face and then Eddie makes eye contact with him, smirks and Buck chokes on his drink.
#the closest we get to premier the less sane i become#theyre driving me INSANE#just stared at eddies phat ass in an edit for 10 minutes#the clip wasn't even that long im just a mess#buddie#911 abc#eddie diaz#evan buckley#buck x eddie#911 fox#ryan guzman#oliver stark#911 show
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i remember in agot how much jon wanted to go back to winterfell and join robb's cause and help him be with him and i just cant help but think. robb probably wanted that too. in winterfell catelyn was not functional after bran's fall, his dad and sansa were gone, theon was with him but he had no role to make decisions like him. him and jon were the same age, got the exact same education from their father, they were equals in battle and mind. he would help with bran and rickon and he would help rule winterfell. after he leaves winterfell it's even worse because he's all alone, there is no person who would understand how much he grieves and how he feels other than jon. days and nights of thinking about getting him back, writing to him to be with him, wanting to tell him his plans and worries. he loved and trusted jon like he trusted no one, i think.
#sorry to the throbb girlies but i do think robb trusted jon more than he trusted theon#they grew up together!#jon was quick and agile where robb was strong and skillful#ned raised them as his sons and each other's brothers and robb trusted jon to the point where he made him his heir#dand his vows damn the wall he thought only jon could be trusted to become another lord to winterfell#robb stark#jon snow#asoiaf#agot#a game of thrones
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i donât understand the recent âned is an enabler of robertâ thing. he hasnât even been in the south for 15 years to enable robertâs bad behavior, thatâs jon arryn. âoh the slapping sceneâ where ned is high off milk of the poppy and feverish from being injured by jaime?? what is he supposed to do in that situation, heâs barely even conscious. none of what people are calling enabling behavior is actually enabling behavior.
#is ned delusional about robert? yeah but heâs not an enabler. he doesnât cover up for ribertâs mistakes.#he literally isnât even aware theyâre happening bc he *hasnt been in the south*#the whole book is him slowly becoming aware robert was not the man he thought he was and fighting it tooth and nail.#stupid behavior? yeah. but again. not enabling. he explicitly wants robert to be better so he can go home!!!#getting on my soap box#ned stark
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From what little of Lyanna that is flushed out in the books I must say, I do enjoy her as a wild and unflinchingly herself noble with little to no regard as to how other people perceive her. What I do not like however is the fandom characterization of her as a wilting flower that needed Rhaegar to steal her away from her big brute of a betrothed Robert.
We know she had a sensitive side to her due to her crying after Rhaegars performance, but we also know that she was a principled young woman with how she saw injustice being done to her fathers banner man and decided to take matters into her her own hands to distribute justice on those squires.
I cannot imagine a girl who was disgusted with Robertâs whoremongering ways would be happy to be the other woman to Elias marriage. This is why I donât buy into her running away with Rhaegar if he promised to marry her and annual his marriage with Elia. A girl who didnât want to marry Robert because he was a manwhore in every sense of the word would not have resigned herself to a mistress position. She was principled but wild and young but still principled.
This is why I donât buy into the fandom characterization of Lyanna being happy to ruin a marriage because she loved Rhaegar. The most plausible scenario, for me, is that Rhaegar promised her freedom in the south to either become a knight, or joining the royal household which would delay her marriage. She was 15 but I donât think she was stupid enough to believe that she wouldâve been happy if Rhaegar set aside his kids with Elia to marry her. The whole âLyanna and Rhaegar were in love!!! She was totally happy in the tower of joy!!!!â Even if they were in love at the beginning and she did agree to run away with Rhaegar to start a new life, do you think sheâd still be happy when news came that her brother and father were killed by her new father in law? Do you think she wouldâve been happy being a prisoner in a tower in Dorne when all she wanted was to be free and wild?
If there were any love in Lyanna for Rhaegar, I think it wouldâve disappeared the moment he locked her in a tower and the moment news came that her eldest brother and father was dead because of her. If Rhaegar even told her that they were dead.
#anti rhaelya#lyanna stark#anti rhaegar x lyanna#anti rhaegar targaryen#ASOIAF#I truly think that if Lyanna was so disgusted with Robertâs bastards and infidelity why would she become the other women to Rhaegar#why would she encourage infidelity when the whole reason she didnât want to marry Robert was because he was a manwhore?
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In the show, Rhaenysâ reaction to Corlysâ affair was very muted. Thatâs likely a result of her show personality being quite different from her book version. Therefore, I imagine that book!Rhaenys would behave very differently to the news of her husbandâs affair. Fire and Blood stated that Corlys took care to keep the affair secret in order to avoid Rhaenysâ wrath:
Princess Rhaenys, his wife, had the fiery temperament of many Targaryens, Mushroom says, and would not have taken kindly to her lord husband fathering bastards on a girl half her age, and a shipwrightâs daughter besides. Therefore his lordship had prudently ended his âshipyard trystsâ with Mouse after Alynâs birth, commanding her to keep her boys far from court. Only after the death of Princess Rhaenys did Lord Corlys at last feel able to bring his bastards safely forward.
In many instances of cheating that happen throughout the books, the reaction of the wives to their husbandsâ affairs is dependent on the wivesâ personalities.
Helaena express irritated resignation when referencing Aegon being with his mistress. Helaena is a gentle and sweet natured person who doesnât typically raise a fuss about anything.
Baela argues with Alyn when she suspects him of having an affair. The mistress in question is a ruling princess so thereâs nothing Baela can do to her. She can only express her anger towards her husband. Baela is known for having a bold and fiery personality.
Rhaenyra is furious at the possibility of Daemon cheating on her and potentially impregnating his mistress, a lowborn girl. Her response is to order the execution of her husbandâs mistress. Rhaenyra is shown to be a very proud woman who is quick to anger.
Catelyn is bothered by the affection she believes Ned holds for the mother of his bastard son. She makes many attempts to have the bastard child sent away. As much as she loves Ned, she can never forgive him for keeping his bastard son at Winterfell, because he is a reminder of her husbandâs affair. Catelyn is a very dutiful wife but also exhibits wilful behaviour at times.
Cersei resents Robert for many reasons, which includes his tendency to always cheat on her. She has previously killed her husbandâs mistresses and the bastard children he fathered on them. On one occasion, she even sold Robertâs mistress to a passing slaver because the affair occurred too close to home, at Casterly Rock. Cersei goes the extra mile by also carrying on her own affairs behind her husbandâs back. She is cruel and wilful, with many of her actions motivated by her wounded pride.
Rhaenys is described as being spirited, proud and fierce. She is also known to have a fiery temperament.
I do not think Rhaenys would go straight to kill mode. Though her reaction would certainly depend on the manner of how she learns Corlys cheated on her. Itâs said that Addam and Alyn have Laenorâs likeness so that might affect Rhaenysâ behaviour. Rhaenys does have a very âfire & bloodâ mentality, but she might not be so willing to kill children, especially those that look like her own son. Marilda is the other woman, so she doesnât have any such protection from Rhaenys.
For highborn women like Rhaenyra and Cersei, they primarily express their discontent by taking their anger out on the (lowborn) mistress/bastards because they have no recourse in addressing their highborn royal husbands. As a princess, Rhaenys occupies a higher social status than Corlys. She would definitely quarrel with him, just as Baela was said to do with Alyn. But at the end of the day, Corlys is still a man in a patriarchal society that says cheating is okay:
Many men fathered bastards. Catelyn had grown up with that knowledge. It came as no surprise to her, in the first year of her marriage, to learn that Ned had fathered a child on some girl chance met on campaign. He had a manâs needs, after all, and they had spent that year apart, Ned off at war in the south while she remained safe in her fatherâs castle at Riverrun. Her thoughts were more of Robb, the infant at her breast, than of the husband she scarcely knew. He was welcome to whatever solace he might find between battles.
So Rhaenys would ultimately have to redirect her anger elsewhere. One of the core themes of the story is that it is the smallfolk that suffer in the conflict between the highborn. During times of war, the highborn target the smallfolk on each otherâs lands as a way to get back at each other.
Rhaenys could possibly order Marildaâs death, but might spare the children since they are just children. Though she would not allow them to remain on Driftmark. If Rhaenysâ own children are dead at the time she learns of the affair, she would be even less willing. If she did decide to spare Marilda, then Rhaenys would still want her gone. I think she would be very insistent on having Corlysâ mistress and bastards exiled (on pain of death, as is often the case). They can go elsewhere in Westeros or across the sea to Essos. But I do not see a scenario in which Rhaenys would be comfortable with their presence on Driftmark. As a Targaryen princess and the Lady of Driftmark, it would be considered an affront to her pride to let her husbandâs mistress and bastards continue living in the place that is also her home.
#my interpretation of book!rhaenysâ reaction to the affair#luckily for corlys he is not becoming meleysâ chewtoy#asoiaf#house of the dragon#rhaenys targaryen#corlys velaryon#marilda of hull#addam of hull#addam velaryon#alyn of hull#alyn velaryon#helaena targaryen#aegon ii targaryen#baela targaryen#rhaenyra targaryen#daemon targaryen#catelyn stark#eddard stark#cersei lannister#robert baratheon#meta
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something so sinister about catelyns last thoughts before being murdered are thinking how she should not live without her children and asking for ned to make it stop only to be forcibly resurrected and continue to be separated from all that she knows and loves
#catelyn stark#asoiaf#eddard stark#like⊠I WOULD BE PISSED TO#something about how catelyn becomes increasingly isolated and angry throughout asos until her heart is stone#ugh she makes me so unwell#I think that as a community we forget that catelyn does not know like ANY of the brotherhood without banners sans harwin#stoned thoughts
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@cdragons & i were having some thoughts about secondincommand!reader.. specifically how sheâd react to robb breaking his oath with the freys. believe it or not, theyâre in love with each other. i donât make the rules (yes i do)
tags â (@ghostinvenus)
secondincommand!reader who is the glue that holds the war camp together & keeps it running smoothly
secondincommand!reader who isnât the strongest person out there, but donât let that fool you. youâre often seen dragging 6â0+, 200lb northmen by the ear â giving them a scolding that would make tywin lannister look like a kitten
most problems are laid at your feet, not that robb doesnât do anything, but the chain of command makes them be brought to you first. you have a knack for fixing things, and sarcasm runs through your veins where blood should be. you has nothing, if not the audacity
tough as nails, and fears only the gods, all the northmen call you doe. they say youâre the long lost daughter of stannis baratheon, stubborn as a mule, youâll break before you bend.
so one can imagine how happy you are when you find out the king in the north broke his oath and married a nurse.
you give robb the absolute cold shoulder when you hear the rumors are true. robb and talisa stroll through the camp on their horses, and when you see them, you just stand there. theon glances at your stiffness, before you turn around and just walk away.
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robb thought he was going crazy.
you had always been said to hold the camp & northmen together, and now, with you not on his side â heâs finding out how true that really is.
you havenât spoken to him since he left & returned with talisa, abandoning his oath with the freys. if he asked you a question during a meeting, youâd answer the lord closest to you, as if he had asked you that, instead of robb. you had even resorted to speaking to him through theon, who found it hilarious.
âCâmon, Doe- you have to speak to me sooner or later.â
heâs this close to begging at this point. you merely turn to theon.
âTheon, do you hear that? It sounds like.. it sounds like a fucking idiot.â
theon nods. âBeen a lot of those lately. Think itâs seasonal.â
robb runs his hands down his face as they both walk out, and eventually he confides in talisa about it. after all, she is his wife. she approaches you after a meeting, while youâre gathering her things to leave.
âIâm sorry if youâre unhappy with me, Iâm only trying to do my best.â
you donât miss a beat. âYouâve only put all our lives in jeopardy and half-way ensured we lose the war. Why should I be unhappy with you?â
sheâs surprised by your boldness. talisa swallows thickly. âFeel how you will about me, Robb is your king. You should speak with him soon.â
you turn around, looking at her, brows pinched in faux empathy.
âIâm sorry- I donât speak with southerners. Gives me the chills.â
âIâve been in the North for many moons.â
âHow interesting.â you finish gathering your stuff, walking out of the tent with lord karstark trailing beside you. he leans over to rub your shoulders.
âI can feel yaâ shiverin, child.â you both laugh, walking on.
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your silence was eventually replaced by nonsense, and robb considered letting the lannisters march in here and put him out of his misery.
you had taken to speaking the language of old valyria, for all robb could guess. and the men around him could be none the wiser, theon included.
âKarstark, youâll lead the vanguard. And Doe, youâll command the archers.â
âMememememeh..â you said, rolling your eyes. theon nodded.
âAgreed.â
he thought someone would stop you eventually, but no, he failed to recognize these men adored you. their little doe, a spitfire who could demand their lives & theyâd fall on their swords.
âStew good, Doe?â he asked, walking by the campfire you sat at.
âEhmemememeh..â you said, shaking your head. the men sat around you only nodded, murmurs of agreement to each other spilling from their lips.
and when you did start talking to robb again (in the common tongue), he almost wished for the silence to return. no he didnât.
âGlad youâve started speaking with me again.â
âTell me, how much speaking will we be doing if Walder Frey decides to behead us?â
he opens his mouth to speak, but you raise a hand.
âIf I die because His Grace, King Robb, saw a bit of arse & his cock forgot the oath he swore, I am going to kill you.â
he thought the northern lords were going to burst a blood vessel with how hard they tried to hold in their laughter. in the end, their efforts did not prevail.
#game of thrones#asoiaf#robb stark#robb stark x reader#robb stark imagine#robb stark prompt#theon greyjoy#second in command reader#goddddd#theyâre so in love#trust weâll see it soon#iâm so sorry second in command reader is driving me nuts#boutta become a regular on this blog#give me sassy reader#give me fuck around and find out reader#sigh#robb fucked around#and has found out#and theon just#cheers her on
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Underrated reason why Lyanna as the KotLT just works is because it follows a pattern of deconstruction re the concept of knightly chivalry and honor, from Lyanna herself to her son 15yrs+ later. Lyanna as the KotLT is a gender-swapped version of the âknight rescues a helpless maiden from raucous bulliesâ trope, but grrm of course puts his spin on it because one Lyanna is not even a knight to begin with and two, sheâs a girl. Then knight!Lyanna fights the bullies which is again an adaptation of another trope: the âmysterious knight-errant enters the joust and wins then dipsâ, which is interesting because these types of knights sometimes fall into the black knight trope. And the black knight is, more often than not, not the hero. But the main reason why this is so interesting is Jon. Lyanna âcosplaysâ a black knight, but her son Jon later becomes an actual black knight. Jon then repeats his motherâs actions by defending Sam in AGoT, which is another subversion of the aforementioned âknight rescues a helpless maiden tropeâ because the helpless maiden in this case is a helplessâŠladâŠThough Jon and Lyanna acting as agents outside the bounds of knighthood (Lyanna being a northern woman and Jon being a member of the NW) puts them more in line with the traditional black knight (who is usually an anti-hero/villain), the actual essence of their actions puts them closer to the more valiant and honorable white knight according to tradition.
#asoiaf#in my arthuriana feels today đ#was gonna add that this trope repeats itself with jaime-brienne which I guess is the more traditional romantic version??#and brienne looking for sansa as a subversion of the trope#does that count?#anyway this knight errant trope continues when rhaegar-the valiant prince/evil dragon-kidnaps/rescues the maiden#so another performance of romance and chivalry#and that example ALSO leads to jon lmao because it becomes the ultimate manifestation#of the valiant knight/prince/hero trope which is also a deconstruction because jon doesnât look like it outwardly#or whatever idk hope that makes sense#jon snow#lyanna stark#valyrianscrolls#my stuff
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