#but barton is going to do what he wants even though i write him so he did it anyway lol. and oh my gosh-
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if barton tried hard enough, he thought, imagining himself being literally anywhere else but the warehouse right then was easy. this place was never meant to be lived in for an extended period of time after all; despite the fact that it had appliances that you might see in an every day home like a fridge.
it put him on edge instead of at ease, and it certainly didn't better barton's mood when he stayed in it either, after all. but so long as he was allowed to dream within it to some degree... it was tolerable. plus, he had company here, courtesy of nico, jack, and barton also supposed jervis counted. nico had complicated feelings towards the doctor, though, and spending time around jack whilst in it thus far gave barton an unfortunate impression; which was that his own son was made nervous by him.
and the irony of it all was, barton only gathered that because he could feel cognitive empathy towards him. something that didn't include feeling but reasoning. therefore, the hopes of him somehow patching that up with jack someday were drastically decreased. barton vaguely listened to jervis respond to what he'd said about him being in the warehouse solely because of them; all of the words but one not quite having any actual impact on him, this being 'nightmares.'
the smell of the yuja tea that jack prepared for jervis, as fragrant in the air that it was, seemed to be the one thing keeping him from being sucked down a unpleasant train of thought. for someone who didn't feel human half the time, barton sure as hell experienced his own fair share of seeing 'ghosts' from the past and mourning the way some things had gone in his life. and regret, as well as sorrow, were practically intertwined in every single 'normal' person's life that he'd known.
speaking of regret, once he'd closed the curtains, something from the small cabinet hanging on the wall next to them fell to the floor. barton picked it up and was immediately reminded of why he kept this photo here instead of at his home. hiding it away helped alleviate the pain of not only loving someone and losing them, but also knowing that at the time it was taken, everything seemed fine.
'my 19th birthday party - spent right, with my handsome fiancé!' was written on the back in marcy's handwriting. barton felt like screaming and smashing something simultaneously. the photo was instead placed in his pant pocket, whilst he dragged his hands down his face and thanked his lucky stars that jervis wasn't exactly expecting any big conversations from him. barton's hand flexed by his side before he was changing his shirt, wondering just what the hell he was supposed to do after seeing that again.
grief was a thing he'd never been able to pend down how to deal with 'appropriately,' unfortunately. from marcy, to the momentary blink of an eye that felt like his bittersweet friendship with yves, to his son julien's death - barton thought he'd be destroyed by all of those losses for the longest time. but he supposed he was still here, god willing, or laughing at him more like if such a being did exist. barton noticed the fabric that was splitting on the blanket and how jervis very much appeared to be in his own world.
it was at that moment that he reached for something in that same cabinet he'd opened to change his shirt, finding that sewing thread and needle he'd stored in there long ago. barton kept it there because the shirt he was wearing had actually torn at some point and he'd fixed it. though, he had no use for it now, so he decided to put it on the edge of edge of the cabinet if jervis wanted it. but he didn't really know what he wanted. that night seemed to be a series of gut punches now as the other touched upon how jack was a good person and barton should be proud of him.
he blinked several times as he felt this sensation like something ugly was swirling within him. jack had always kind of gotten the short-end of the stick, and for what? â ahh. well, sometimes i've found myself practicing behaviors towards him that my father used to use on me... but i try to stop myself when that happens. jack has come a long way, as the first time i met him, he was a scared two year old who was on his own with his brother. but now jack's a young man and very brave, despite maybe still being scared sometimes. â barton cleared his throat then, â that's normal though. so yeah, i am proud of him. â
barton turned his attention back to jervis and tilted his head at the other's sluggishness. being vulnerable like that surprisingly didn't feel too nerve-wracking, as he added just a bit more to the equation. barton gave the iv bag jervis was hooked up to a good squeeze, â hmm. are you still in pain, jervis? or are you just tired? â he observed the other silently and looked down at the cards before the both of them. that is, before barton heard jervis approve of him reading his fortune.
he drifted a hand along the cards then. choosing one that felt 'right' came without much difficulty to barton, and when he did, the reversed 'wheel of fortune' card for jervis's past. the next card he chose was the reversed 'six of swords' for jervis's present. barton flipped the last one for his future and was greeted by 'the sun,' which made him let out a soft 'huh' and smile a bit. â well... i hate to start off with the past when you got this card, but i guess we have to. â he was about to start interpreting jervis's fortune when jack came back into the room with the breakfast he promised the other. well, talk about convenient timing.
Jervis merely rolled his eyes at Bartonâs remark, fingers biting into the fabric of the blanket as he pulled it around his shoulders like an old shawl. The plush material was a little threadbare at the corner; a tear disrupting the otherwise seamless fabric.
Sea-green and white plaid. Utilitarian, impersonal.
It sufficed perfectly; his thin frame was almost terminally intolerant to the cold. 27 years in Gotham had failed to inoculate him against the frigid rains and bone-chilling air sweeping off the harbor.
âTrust me, Iâm well aware where I would be, if it werenât for you both. I see enough of the place in my nightmares⊠so I donât require any reminders.â He flexed his fingers around the teacup, feeling the warmth seep into his hands as he cautiously tipped the liquid into his mouth. It had a strange, but not unpleasant consistency, like warm, thin honey that slid smoothly over his tongue in a tangy blend of sweet and sour. Tiny bits of softened citrus peel floated in the syrupy mixture.
Bartonâs IV pole scraped slightly along the concrete floor, a sharp metallic sound that mingled with the sudden rasp of the curtains being jerked shut. The room was clean and sparse, a sterile space designed to be free of clutter, yet a faint, telltale mustiness clung to the airâa lingering scent of damp fabric and stale dust that disinfectant alone couldnât quite mask. Beyond the makeshift partition, the rest of the warehouse stretched out in vast, dark emptiness. The floor was cold, unpolished concrete, marred with cracks that split like spider webs. Dim, flickering fluorescent lights cast a harsh, uneven glow, barely cutting through the haze of dust that swirled in the air.
But, of course, beggars couldnât be choosers when it came to hideawaysâespecially when youâve learned to take shelter wherever you can find it. Or when you were part of the criminal element.
How far heâd come and how little had truly changed.
Jervis glanced across the room at where his coat, shirt, and gloves rested neatly on the desk, carefully folded with almost surgical precision. He flexed his hands again around the teacup, feeling the phantom prickle of sensation where the wool-lined leather should beâan exposed vulnerability that gnawed at him, made his skin itch with invisible grime.
He sank his teeth into a particularly broad piece of yuja peel, the bitter tang releasing as he bit down; meanwhile, Bartonâs voice drifted in one ear, out the other like the static hum on a faulty wireless. He chewed slowly, savoring the rind as he turned his attention back to the small tear in the blanket. Nodded intermittently.
Jervisâ callused, scarred fingers found the frayed edge; the fabric was worn thin and splitting, and he traced it absentmindedly, feeling the uneven fibers beneath his touch. For a moment, his thoughts shifted to the sewing kit buried somewhere in his bag, imagining the small spool of thread and the thin, glinting needles; each one ready to pierce the fabric and pull it back together.
As if stitching this small wound would make any real difference, he thought bitterly; like it could somehow soothe the cold reality pressing in on them from all sides⊠It was a small, pointless task, a flicker of control in a situation that felt like it was slipping away, unraveling faster than he could sew it back together. He knew it wouldnât ameliorate anythingâwouldnât solve the problems looming larger than this tiny, frayed corner. And yet, his fingers lingered there, desperate for something tangible to fix; something he could make whole again, if only for a moment.
Jervis gave no reply as Barton moved to change his shirt; blinking hard as he gazed down at the floor, but the darkness behind his eyelids refused to stay empty. Flecks of indigo light bloomed in the black, shifting like dust motes that twisted with each beat of his heart. The room swam as he opened his eyes again, the ceiling blurred and murky like the styrofoam cup Alice stored her wet paintbrushes in. He scratched absently at the IV in his arm, feeling the tug of the thin plastic embedded in his skin but barely registering the discomfort. The bright pinpricks danced at the edges of his vision, trailing like little comets whenever he turned his head.
âYou ought to be proud of him, I imagine. Your son⊠he seems like a good lad.â Jervisâ voice was a wisp of silk, smooth and thin, like it might unravel into nothing if he spoke too loudly. He tilted his head slightly, almost resembling a marionette on a slack string, the hint of a smile touching his lips but never quite reaching his eyes. He ran a finger along the rim of his teacup, the motion delicate and deliberate as he pondered Bartonâs final query.
âHmm⊠can you?â Gray eyes blinked slowly, the lids heavy and sluggish, further dragged down by fatigue. The question lingered in the air, softly innocuous. He glanced over at the tarot cards Jack left behind on the deskâarranged in a rough, careless spread, but somehow feeling deliberate, as though the cards had fallen exactly where they were meant to. The edges were worn, curling slightly; the images esoteric, half-familiar symbols. Stars, sun, moon, cups and swords, animals and human figures rendered in faded colors.
He paused, gaze narrowing, subtly curious despite the exhaustion that weighed down his expression. For a moment, his hand tightened around his teacup; twitched like he might reach out and touch them, as if by brushing the surface he could glean some hidden answer buried beneath the painted ink.
âWhy, they're only a pack of cards, after all.â
His grip on the blanket slipped momentarily, fumbling at the worn edge before he reached for his collar instead. He dug beneath the charcoal fabric of his T-shirt, searching with a practiced motion until his fingers found the tarnished silver chain again. He drew it out slowly, the weight of it comforting against his skin as he absently ran his thumb over his and Sylvieâs rings, threaded side by side on the links.
The metal was dull, no longer shining with the luster it once had, but it carried a certain softness now, smoothed by years of worry. His eyes dropped for a second before he let the chain slip back beneath his shirt. âBy all means, if it tickles your fancyâŠâ Jervis gave a short, rough half-shrug, the motion stunted as though his shoulder couldnât quite decide whether to follow through.
#divingdownthehole#tw: grief.#tw: mentions of death.#tw: mentions of child death.#tw: negative thoughts.#OOH you used a quote from alice in wonderland in here? that is epic NGL though i don't think i know which one you used ahahhh#and AWW well gosh... you're going to make me blush now <33 but thank you so SO much for saying so + i just want you to know#that i enjoy writing with you a lot myself! but yeahhh i feel as if barton is a lot more quote unquote 'subdued' here than usual#but it kind of makes sense because this man hates being in the warehouse probably just as much as jervis honestly (': and with#everything that went on regarding the picture he found. all i can say to that is GAHHH but you're good!! don't even worry about it#i totally understand as i know i took a bit to reply to this one though that's just 'cause i want to give you the best quality reply#possible + sometimes i don't have much time to sit down and write but i did today tehe!!! but really? oh my gosh thank you VERY much-#for all of your kind words! it really means a lot to me that you not just like the little things i've put into his character but love them#;; like i don't even know what to say besides that makes me feel so happy!! but geezzz you're making me turn bright red like a tomato over#here now and simultaneously going to make me hashtag cry in the club. just the fact that he's fascinating to you is like... everything a#writer like me could dream of y'know? and i return the same feelings ten-fold because jervis is just SO interesting that i feel#like i can't get enough of roleplaying with your version of him (': but JSJSJ well alrighttt i'll try not to worry about the muse versus mu#thing then since you're being so sweet. and i thank you once more for that BUT đ THIS IS ME RN because you're also my bestie and-#being called a ray of sunshine is? possibly one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me?? so i'm giving you a big hug right now-#and letting you know i think you are an incredible human being. but yeahhh there's a UHHH whole terrible story behind that-#unfortunately but i'm just going to boil it down to: yves died and barton sought to essentially make him be a 'part' of him because#he actually has no idea how to healthily move on from... most relationships đ« so he decided to do something TOTALLY normal-#and replace one of his arms with yves's (sarcasm) but TBH i have to say i wouldn't even blame you if you weren't joking about that-#because this man is seriously WILDING for that. like barton is absolutely 100 percent not okay no matter what he tries to tell other#muses đ
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Friendsgiving
College!Quarterback!Bucky Barnes + Curvy!College!ReaderÂ
Summery- You and Bucky explore your new relationship while you and the gang celebrate Thanksgiving.Â
W.C.- 4221Â
Warnings- Smut, oral (fem), fingering, unprotected sexÂ
A/N- I am so so sorry this is late. Iâve been stressed and I didnât know how I wanted to do this. But I keep it sweet with no drama, for now anyway, the next one will have lots of drama lol. I do hope you enjoy this. Home For Christmas will be long since itâs going to have a lot in it. But that one and the one for new years might be late and I apologize in advance for that. Anyway enjoy and see you next time my loves! (The picture of the kitchen is mine)Â (not proofread)
Taglist-Â Â @calwitch @winterslove1917 @hi172826
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âHeâs doing it again,â Sam snickers.Â
âDoing what?â Steve hums.Â
âLooking at her with those love sick puppy eyes.â Â
Steve looks up from where he was fiddling with the lights for the back patio to see you and Bucky cuddled on the couch. Bucky had a small smile on his face as he watched you ramble on about this new book you were reading. Â
âGive him a break, heâs happy.â Steve set the lights back in the box. Since you and Bucky had started dating the guys had been coming over more often, spending the nights too. You didnât mind though; you had the room and if anything, it felt nice to have a full house. It made it feel more like home in a way. Â
Sam looks back over to you and Bucky. He smirks, knowing damn good and well Bucky has no idea what youâre saying. He's too captivated by the way you look and the joy on your face to pay attention to the plot of your book.Â
You and Bucky had been together almost two weeks now, when you had told the others they seemed happy and relieved. No more tip toeing around and no more arguing. Â
You had laughed as a grumpy Steve handed $20 to a very happy Sam. Bucky grumbled and smacked Samâs arm. Steve had bet Bucky would be the one to confess while Sam bet you would be the one to break first.Â
Now even though you havenât been together long, you were enjoying seeing this new side of Bucky. You were learning new things about him and seeing the side of him he didnât even show Steve. Â
You found out his favorite books were The Hobbit and Lord of The Rings. He loved to watch older movies; he was a big nerd when it came to anything space or scientific related. And what surprised you the most was he knew the answer to just about every history question you could think of.Â
Bucky was also learning new things about you. How you procrastinated until the last second and somehow whatever you were working on always came out amazing. How good you were at drawing; how creative your mind was when it came to writing stories. He just about fell out of his chair when you told him you knew how to change the oil and tires on a car.Â
You both were taking it one step at a time, exploring the unfamiliar grounds of this new relationship. Â
Steve and Sam walk over and join you on the couch. Steve sits next to you while Sam sits next to him.Â
âYou know he has absolutely no idea what youâre saying, right?â Sam chuckles. Steve elbows him.Â
âYes, he does, right Bucky? Bucky?â You wave a hand in front of his face. âJames,â you sigh.Â
Bucky blinks his eyes, refocusing them. âHmm?âÂ
âSeriously Bucky?â You scoff a laugh.Â
âIâm sorry, princess. You're just so cute when youâre excited,â he smiles. Â
You blush and hide your face while Steve and Nat coo. Sam and Yelena make gagging faces, those two like two peas in a pod. Â
âSince Thanksgiving is in a couple of days shouldnât we go food shopping tomorrow?â Steve asks.Â
âMe and you can go after we get back from the fall festival tomorrow,â you answer.Â
âFall festival?â Sam asks, disinterest clear in his voice.Â
âYeah,â Natasha nods. âWeâre going to the Barton farm; theyâre having a fall festival.âÂ
âI thought we already went to a festival there?â Sam groans.Â
âWe did, but that was for Halloween. They have three festivals every year, one for Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas.â Â
âWell, have fun, cause Iâm sitting this out.â Â
âYouâre going,â Yelena says sternly.Â
âNo, Iâm not.âÂ
âYes, you are.âÂ
âNo.âÂ
âYes.âÂ
âNo.âÂ
âPlease?â Yelena sticks her bottom lip out in a pout and gives him her puppy eyes.Â
âFine,â Sam grumbles. He rolls his eyes when everyone laughs. It had been Yelenaâs idea to go, there was a certain someone she wanted to see. Â
A little while later you and Bucky lay in your bed rewatching a show youâve seen a thousand times on your computer. You were just starting to doze off when he speaks up.Â
âYou didnât go to the Halloween festival,â he says softly. His bushy eyebrows set in a frown. Â
âWhat?â You yawn, blinking your eyes repeatedly and doing your best to keep them open. Â
âThe Halloween festival, you didnât go.â Bucky closes the laptop and sets it on the nightstand. Â
âNo, I didnât,â you sigh and snuggle into Buckyâs side. That same stuffed dog squished between you both.Â
âWhy? Was it because of me?â He whispers. Â
You let out a small laugh. âNo, I didnât feel good that night, nor did I want to get dragged to the haunted house. I hate scary things.âÂ
âOh, okay.â Bucky pulls you impossibly closer. âGoodnight princess,â he kisses your forehead. Â
âGoodnight Bucky.â Â
The next morning the six of you get ready for the festival. You and Bucky are the last ones to be ready, Bucky having gotten a little handsy while you were in the shower together. Â
You wore snug blue jeans that hugged your thighs and ass. A silk tank top-one that accented your curves and made Buckyâs mouth water-under a long-sleeved shirt. You then stole one of Buckyâs jackets to wear, claiming it would keep you warmer, it went down to about mid-thigh on you. Bucky helped you put your boots on and laced them. You slid on some gloves while Bucky wrapped a scarf around your neck and slid beanie on your head. Â
Though you were covered up, Buckyâs mouth still watered at the sight of you. He didnât understand how someone could look so adorable yet sexy at the same time.Â
Bucky, Steve, and Sam all wore jeans, a long-sleeved shirt, and jackets. You practically had to force Bucky to wear gloves and a hat. And while he looked like a three-course meal youâd never understand how he could wear so little layers in this freezing weather. Some people just donât get cold. Â
Steve, Natasha, and Yelena took Steveâs car while you, Bucky, and Sam took Buckyâs car. Once you got there you pulled Natasha aside.Â
âYou know youâre gonna have to help her, right?â You say quietly, watching Yelena fix her outfit.Â
âDonât worry, babes. Iâve already got a plan,â Natasha smirks. You can see the sparkle of mischief in her eyes.Â
You arch a brow. âAnd what kind of plan would that be?âÂ
âAll you need to know is by the end of the day, Kate and Lena will be a couple.â You laugh and shake your head.Â
Natasha links her arm with Yelenaâs and drags her off in the direction of the face painting station, the one Kate Bishop was currently working. Sam tags along, eager to see what mischief plan Nat has. Â
You and Bucky walk hand in hand through the festival, Steve on the other side of you. The three of you making your way to where they keep their homemade goodies. Â
âIf Natâs plan goes well, Sam will be the only single person left in the group,â You wonder aloud. Â
âHmph,â Bucky hums. He couldnât care less. Â
âWe should set him up,â You suggest. Â
âYou know, Sam has had his eye on someone for a while now,â Steve speaks up.Â
âWho?â You ask a little to excitingly. Â
Steve chuckles. âLila Taylor? Lina Taylor, something like that.âÂ
âLeila Taylor?â Â
âYeah that.â Â
âWait, isnât she on the collegeâs reporter team?â Â
Steve nods. âYeah, she also supports a lot of activist movements and stuff.âÂ
âOh cool,â You smile. âIâll circle back with the girls to come up with a plan and then coordinate with you.â Â
âHold up,â Bucky interjects. âYou really think itâs a good idea to go snooping around in Samâs love life?âÂ
âHey! Itâs not snooping,â You argue. âItâs more like giving him a little nudge in the right direction.âÂ
âWell, whatever it is, I want nothing to do with it. Cause if this blows up, it wonât be pretty.â You just roll your eyes. Â
You and Steve pick out some jams and spices to use in Thanksgiving dinner before heading off to the face painting booth. There's not much of a line so you wait, looking for Nat, Yelena, Sam, and Kate. When itâs you guysâ turn, you walk up to see Cassie Lang running the station. Â
âHey Cassie,â You smile. âWhereâs Kate and Lena?âÂ
She points behind her. âBack behind the station.âÂ
âGood for them,â You laugh. You get a bunny painted on your face, Bucky gets a cat, and Steve gets a dog. Â
You thank Cassie and Steve heads off to find Nat and Sam, telling you to meet up at the hayride line. Bucky keeps his arm around your shoulders as you walk. You relax and lean into him, letting him guide you.Â
It almost doesnât feel real, being here with him. It's almost like a dream come true; one you never knew you had. You cherish the feeling of being in his arms, the comfort and warmth it brings. Â
You, Bucky, Sam, Steve, and Nat meet up by the hayrides. Even Yelena and Kate tag along too. While you wait you make small talk and get to know Kate a bit. You learn that sheâs mastered in archery and is taking an engineer course. You could see Yelena relax a little when she seen how well Kate got along with everyone.Â
During the hayride, Buckyâs gaze kept drifting back to you. His heart fluttered as he watched you, the way your eyes shine in the sunlight. How your nose scrunched just like his when you laugh and smile.Â
He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer. He buried his nose in your hair, closing his eyes as your peach scented shampoo filled his nose. Â
From the moment he met you, something told him you were different. That feeling was just pushed back and blinded by a false sense of hate. One thing he knew for sure, even if this was just the start of the relationship, was that something was different. Â
None of his previous relationships had ever felt this, whatâs the word? Special. He just wishes you and him would have come to terms sooner. But later is better than never. Â
You guys spend most of the rest of the day doing various activities. Just laughing and having fun, spending time with one another. A lot of people argue over what family is, whether itâs being blood related. Or just knowing someone for a long time, always being there for them and having their back. Â
Whichever it may be, you knew this was the family that you would ever need. And while your heart does ache for the family you grew up with, youâd never felt more loved than you do with this family. Right here, right now. Â
Before it got too late you guys called it quits. You and Steve headed to the store while the others headed home. You giggled at the sad puppy eyes Yelena had when she had to say goodbye to Kate. Â
You and Steve browse the aisles, grabbing ingredients and checking them off the list. You're almost done when you pass the area they keep the turkeys, except, theyâre out. Â
âCrap, Y/n,â Steve sighs. He looks at the empty display that was once filled with Turkeys of all sizes. âWhat are we going to do?âÂ
You grin. âYou know how they say women are smarter than men?â You snicker.Â
âYeah, but what does that have to do with the fact we wonât have a turkey for thanksgiving?âÂ
âMe and Nat picked one up last week, Steve,â you laugh. Â
âOhâÂ
âOh!â You gasp. âSo, I have a request to make,â you bite your lip.Â
âWhatâs that?âÂ
âSo, youâre cooking the turkey this year, right?â Steve nods and you continue. âWell, I was wondering if maybe we could smoke the turkey on the grill?âÂ
Steve pauses, considering the idea. âThat actually doesnât sound too bad,â he hums.Â
âRight? I mean, any other dish we cook on the grill tastes amazing, so why not try it with the turkey?âÂ
âYeah,â he nods. âI think thatâs a good idea. So thatâs what weâll do then.â Â
Once you have everything, you pay and pile everything in the trunk of the car and head home. Sam and Bucky help bring the groceries inside when you get home, you and Nat put them away. Â
Since everyone was tired from the fun filled day and no one wanting to cook and clean the already prepped kitchen. You guys just decided to order some pizza. The TV is playing some cooking show, one that was actually decent. Â
Sam and Yelena sat on the floor between the coffee table and couch, munching on the pizza. You and Bucky sat on one end of the couch, squeezed together under one blanket. Steve and Nat sat at the other end, hogging the bigger blanket. Â
âSo, what all are we having tomorrow?â Sam asks around a mouth full of pizza. Natasha nudges Samâs shoulder with her foot, playfully scolding him about not talking with a mouth full of food. Â
âWell, weâre gonna have turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, gravy, Nat will make her mac & cheese,â you list the dishes out. âProbably some corn too.âÂ
âWhat about homemade bread?â Yelena asks.Â
âAbsolutely,â you smile.Â
âYou make homemade bread?â Bucky asks, surprised. You nod. âSince when?âÂ
âSince I was like, 15 or 16?â You shrug. He hums and pulls you closer.Â
âOh, by the way, I invited Kate to come over after. If thatâs okay?â Yelena says.Â
You nod. âThatâs fine, I invited Wanda.âÂ
âI invited Clint, too,â Nat adds. Â
You, Bucky, Steve, and Nat head to bed early since you have to get an early start on cooking tomorrow.Â
The alarm on your phone goes off at five in the morning, jolting you awake. Bucky groans and shuts the alarm off, tightening his arms around your waist.Â
âI gotta get up, baby,â you whisper. You card your fingers through his hair.Â
He buries his face in your neck. âNo,â he mumbles, voice muffled. Â
You smile softly. âYes.â When he doesnât let you go, you pinch his shoulder. Â
Bucky grumbles and let's go. âYouâre mean,â he pouts.Â
You press a quick kiss to his lips. âHere,â you hand him your stuffed dog. âFido will keep you company.â Bucky smacks the dog away, making you gasp.Â
âHow dare you!â You pick him up and coddle him to your chest. âItâs okay, I got you.â You kiss its head.Â
Bucky rolls his eyes. âAre you really talking to a stuffed animal?â He asks in that deep, sexy morning voice of his. Â
You hug the dog closer to your chest. âDonât listen to him, heâs a big meanie,â you mumble against its fur. Bucky raises a brow. âYou up set him, now you have to give him a kiss.âÂ
âIâm not kissing a stuffed animal, Y/n,â he huffs.Â
âWhatâs that? He has to give you cuddles?â Bucky shakes his head. âNow, James,â you say, trying and failing to sound stern.Â
He rolls his eyes again but takes the stuffed dog. He cuddles the dog and gives it a kiss. âHappy now?â You can see the hint of a smile on his face. You nod. Â
You quickly use the bathroom, brush your teeth and pull your hair back. You quietly head back to your bedroom to grab your phone and meds. You have to cover your mouth with your head to keep from laughing.Â
Bucky had already fallen back to sleep, but he was holding you stuff dog like it was his lifeline. You figured heâd chuck it once you left, but he didnât. You snap a picture and head downstairs. You see Steve in the kitchen and a lump under a blanket on the couch. Sam. Â
âMorning Steve,â you say quietly. Â
âMorning Y/n,â he whispers with a smile.Â
âLook at this,â you giggle. You show Steve the picture of Bucky to which he laughs. You hear Sam grumble something about being quiet.Â
âYou should have gone to bed sooner,â you snicker. Sam stuck his arm out from under the blanket, flipping you off. Â
You get started on the bread while Steve fires up the grill. You both work in harmony to get things started and prepped. Â
Around 8, Sam decided to give up on trying to sleep in. He made himself a bowl of cereal and plopped on the couch to watch some cartoons. By 8:30, Bucky had sauntered down the stairs and immediately plastered himself to your back.Â
âMorning princess,â he mumbles into your neck. He presses a kiss there. Â
âMorning Bucky,â you smile. Â
After about five minutes of him hanging on you, you make him get off. He pouts but lets you go, grabbing a bowl of cereal and joining Sam on the couch to watch cartoons. Â
By 9, Nat and Yelena had come down. Yelena joining the boys and Nat helping out in the kitchen. At 11, you and Nat force the three stooges to get ready and clean up. Slowly but surely, you, Nat, and Steve get ready. Â
Bucky and Yelena keep up on dishes, so you arenât running the dishwasher ten different times today. Bucky washes them while Yelena dries and puts them away. You and Yelena set the table, Bucky and Sam had cleaned up the living room by then. And finally, by 1, the table was being filled with food. Â
Steve had cooked the turkey and while that was cooking, he did the gravy, mashed potatoes, and stuffing. Nat cooked her homemade mac & cheese and some corn. You had cooked the homemade rolls that, in Samâs words, were to die for. You had also made some fudge and a pumpkin pie. Â
Finally, once everyone sat down, Steve and Nat on one side, you and Bucky on the other, Sam at one end, Yelena at the other. The wine was poured and Steve said grace. Steve cut the turkey and everyone filled up their plates with food. Â
While you ate, Bucky rested his hand on your thigh. After a while it started to slide up, his pinky toying with the hem of the long-sleeved dress you wore. He didnât move it much more than that, just wanting to tease you. Â
By the time everyone finished, Kate, Wanda, and Clint had shown up. They were just in time for dessert. You and Kate had fudge while everyone else had pie. After a little more pie and wine, everyone moved to the living room to hang out, leaving you and Steve to clean up the mess. Â
You put the food away and loaded the first load of dishes in the dishwasher. Steve threw napkins and various things away, sweeping the crumbs up and taking the trash out. Steve went to join the others while you finished wiping the counters. Â
When you finished you headed to the living room, pausing in the archway. Steve and Nat were cuddled on the couch under a blanket, watching a Christmas movie. Clint, Kate, and Wanda were playing some board game. Yelena and Sam were building a Castle out of Legos. Â
You smiled. This was your family. This was your home. Â
Your smile widened when you felt two arms wrap around your waist.Â
âHey,â you say, your voice soft. Â
âYou did a good job on the bread and pie,â Bucky says. He starts to kiss your neck. You tilt your head and relax against him. Â
âThanks,â you bite your lip. âSince everyone is preoccupied, what do you wanna do?â Â
He hums and slides his hands to your waist, spinning you around. âI think I want some dessert.â You can hear the lust in his voice. Â
âDidnât you already have dessert?â You giggle, knowing full well thatâs not what heâs talking about. Â
âNot that kind of dessert princess, this oneâs more...sweet.â He runs his nose up your neck to nibble on your ear. Â
âI donât know, that pie was pretty sweet.âÂ
He huffs and tosses you over his shoulder, making you giggle. You playfully grope his ass as he walks, he really did have a nice ass. He kicks your bedroom door shut with his foot and tosses you on the bed. Â
Bucky kneels on the bed between your thighs, pushing the loose skirt of you dress up around your waist. He spreads your legs and rips your panties, growl coming from him when he sees youâre already wet.Â
âYou have got to stop ripping my panties! Iâm gonna run out soon.â Your laugh turns into a gasp when he runs his thumb over your clit. Â
âSorry princess,â he mumbles absentmindedly, eyes focused on your pussy. Â
âNo, youâre not.âÂ
âNo, Iâm not,â he agrees with a smirk. He leans down, laying on his stomach between your legs, kissing and nipping the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. Â
He makes his way up one thigh before switching to the other, causing you to huff. He presses one last kiss to your thigh before hovering his lips over your pussy. He blows on your pussy, causing you to shudder. He chuckles and runs his tongue through your folds up to your clit.Â
You gasp and thread your fingers through his hair. He eats you out like a man starved, like this is his first meal in days. He sucks on your clit, making your hips buck. He throws his metal arm over your hips to keep them still.Â
He runs his tongue down to your slit, sucking up your juices. He starts to fuck you with his tongue, he thrusts it in and out. His two-day old stubble rubs against the skin around your pussy, making you close your thighs around his head.Â
He brings two fingers to your entrance, thrusting them in and curling them in that way that has you seeing stars. He adds a third one, fucking you with his fingers, his mouth back to sucking on your clit. Â
He moans against your pussy, the vibrations running through you and bringing you that much closer to the edge. Your fingers tighten in his hair. With one last curl of his fingers, you cum, moaning his name.Â
He helps you ride it out, lapping up your juices. He gives your clit one last kiss before sitting up. He pulls your dress over your head and throws it behind him, he flings your bra in the same direction. Â
He pulls his shirt over his head and you run your hands over his abs. You donât think youâd ever get tired of seeing this man naked. Once his pants are off, he covers you with his body, lips latching onto one of your nipples, his metal hand squeezing and pinching the other one.Â
You reach down and grab his cock, stroking him a couple of times and making his hips buck. You run his tip through your folds and line him up. Â
âReady princess?â He pants. You nod.Â
He slowly pushes in, burying himself all the way in with one thrust. He laces his fingers with yours and pins your hands above your head. You wrap your legs around his waist. Â
When you give him the okay, he pulls out and thrusts back in, starting a slow pace. He buries his face in your neck, sucking and biting, leaving his mark on you.Â
His pace starts to pick up, your moans and whimpers like music to his ears. Soon enough heâs pounding you into the bed. Skin slapping against skin fills the room, the air smelling of sex. You bite your lip to keep from moaning too loud, knowing your friends are still right downstairs.Â
âLet them hear,â he pants into your neck. âLet them hear I good I can fuck you.â he angles his hips to hit that special spot, making you cry out. âThere you go,â he grins.Â
Each thrust hits that spot, bringing you closer and closer. The patch of hair above his cock rubs against your clit, adding to your pleasure. Bucky can feel you squeezing him, he knows your close. Â
âCome on, princess, cum for me. Be a good girl and cum.â That all you need, the band in your stomach snapping and stars blurring your vision. Your back arches and you moan his name, probably a little too loud. Â
Bucky fucks you through it before his thrust grow sloppy and heâs cumming inside you with a groan of your name on his lips. Â
He collapses on top of you, panting and still feeling the after effects of his orgasm. You rub his back and run your fingers through his hair as you both catch your breath. He makes a contented sound and nuzzles his face into your chest.Â
After a few moments of silence his phone vibrates on the nightstand, indicating a text message.Â
He carefully pulls out and rolls over to grab his phone. He makes a âhmmâ sound before setting it down and pulling you back into his arms, spooning you from behind, ready for a nap.Â
âWho was that?â You ask softly.Â
âMy mom,â he mumbles into your hair.Â
âOh..is everything okay?âÂ
âShe wants us to come home for Christmas.âÂ
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Crush | Angus Tully x reader
pictures not mine, edit is mine gender neutral reader edited: no (might edit in future) warnings: angst(?), swearing, drinking/drunkenness, weirdly-written pov, disappointed "parents", idrk summary: Angus and reader are both pining but all it takes is a little alcohol to fix that. -> Hunham isn't fired, reader goes to Barton a/n: I'm so glad the internet loves this man as much as I do. This movie got me to write again so I'm just glad for that. I might post more for him, idk. Let me know if you want some shorter stuff. I tried to capture Angus's dorkiness but IDK how well that turned out, LOL!
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âGod, that was so nerve-wracking!â
âReally?â He smirked. âYou didnât look nervous when you were up there practically singing your heart out.â
âI mean it! My heartâs going so fast! Here, feel it.â Before he could process what you meant you had already grabbed his hand and stuck it flat against your chest. He could feel the thumping, rhythmically beating faster than usual, but mostly he was fixated on his hand being pressed against your body. His eyes widened a little, staring at your hand that still held his, his mouth parted ever so slightly.Â
His face became flushed as you rambled on about the presentation and how you worried about how it might affect your grade. He envied you in that moment, able to be so normal about something as intimate as this. He wanted to move his hand lower, feel more of your chest, but instead you released his hand and he returned it to his side.Â
You didnât notice how quiet he was, trying to stop his mind from going to places he didnât want you to know about. He nodded along whenever you looked up at him and laughed when you laughed but his eyes flitted between your neck and your lips.Â
He noticed he was walking at some point, didnât even realize he was moving until you stopped in front of the door to your room. You walked inside, turning when he didnât follow. âComing in?â
He shook his head, effectively shaking his wandering mind free of dirty thoughts. âYeah, yeah. What are we doing?â
âI donât know,â You sigh, flopping on the bed. âWhat do you want to do?â He stood awkwardly beside you, his hands in his pockets. Laughing, you pat the spot next to you. âRelax, what are you so on edge for?â Right. This wasnât something unusual. You two often came to each otherâs rooms and lounged around.Â
He didnât smile back but he could feel his cheeks heating up. He only hoped you wouldnât noticeâ âYou okay?â You sat up, leaning against the headboard and staring into his eyes as he sat down across from you.Â
âYeah, sorry, my mind is somewhere else.â
âYeah? Where else?â You tilted your head slightly, like a puppy diligently listening to their owner.
âNowhere.â You didnât press, you never did. Heâd tell you if he really wanted to, no sense in annoying him about it. After that fateful Christmas break that brought you two together, though, you couldnât help but wonder if he was thinking about his dad every time he began to stare off into space.
Youâd met because of circumstance. The only two âholdoversâ left at Barton academy. Angusâs parents couldnât be contacted and you couldnât stand the thought of spending three weeks with the biggest jerk in school. Itâd be much nicer to spend the weeks alone, reading in your roomâ or studying as Mr. Hunham originally governed. Instead you got to, albeit unintentionally, sort out your trauma together. Who knew Librium was such a popular drug?
âYou wanna go see if Maryâs got the Match Game on? I kind of just want to sit on the couch.â He nodded. Â
Mary was in fact in front of the TV and Mr. Hunham, a bit unexpectedly, was too. They shared the couch facing the screen although sat on each of the ends, as far away from each other as possible. Mary and Mr. Hunham both liked their respective routines: Maryâs was to relax each night with game shows and Hunhamâs to be alone⊠somewhere.Â
You and Angus entered the room silently and sat on the adjacent couch, considerably closer than the two adults. Angus grabbed a pillow and handed it to you before grabbing one for himself and hugging it. He leaned back into the cushions, tired eyes lazing towards the television. You had a similar approach, putting the pillow on the arm rest and lying down, legs tucked in.Â
When you woke up, you were just as you were when you first sat down. Only now there was a blanket draped over you. You peeked over the blanket to see where Angus had taken up the same position you had on the opposite armrest. He was rubbing his eyes currently, only just have woken up himself.
He winced as he stood up and stretched out. You smiled, his long legs must hurt from being curled into that awkward position all night.Â
Mary walked in, fully dressed in her uniform. âGood, you two are up. I didnât want to have to wake you. Hurry back to your rooms, itâs already 7:15.â You glanced at the clock to confirm.Â
âShit!â Angus exclaimed but then rescinded under Maryâs disapproving gaze. âBreakfast is in fifteen minutes. Mary, why didnât you wake us up last night?â
She put a hand on her hip. âWhy should that be my job? Anyways, I fell asleep too. Only one who didnât was Hunham who was gone when I woke up.âÂ
âFair point.â Turning to you, Angus got caught in his own tracks. He meant to quip a âletâs goâ and begin to head back but he was instead met by you, still leaning against the pillow with slightly tousled hair and half-open eyes.Â
Mary had left at this point, leaving the two of you to awkwardly stare at one another for a couple moments. You broke it by standing up next to him, slowly and steadily. âGuess we should get ready for breakfast, huh?â
âYeah. Uh, yeah.â
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After breakfast, you and Angus didnât see each other until your Laws and Government class. He usually sat in the back corner, unseen and unheard, but you preferred the front so you could pay better attention. Instead, a compromise was made, and the two of you now sat in the center of the room.Â
The teacher of the class was a highly pompous and old-fashioned old man. His hair was stark white and his cheeks and nose glowed red. Heâd almost look like Santa Claus if it werenât for his contant scowl. Worst of all, he hated uniqueness. If you didnât kiss up to his highly conservative values then you werenât getting an A. And you needed an A.Â
He was handing back the scores from the oral presentations you had the day prior. The one that made your heart jump out of your chest and into Angusâs unexpecting hands. You both looked at each other, making reassuring eye contact before flipping the papers. He smiled, B+. You, on the other hand, couldnât be more disappointed. C-? What was the point of putting a minus when anything under a C was failing? You shrank back into your chair, never having got a failing grade before.Â
You stuffed the paper in your bag, not caring that it crumpled. Angus reached over and placed his hand on your knee. He didnât say anything but you appreciated the gesture. He knew how much your grades meant to you. You stuck your tongue out at him and his decent grade but he knew you meant well.
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You didnât usually drink, but tonight was the exception. Was it dramatic to be drinking due to a bad grade? Yes. Did that stop you from taking up Teddy Kountzeâs offer to go to an off-campus party? No. Yeah, maybe it was a bad idea to accept the offer of the guy who was a constant ass to you and your best friend, but when he asked you were already in a bad mood. You didnât even have to interact with him there, just confiscate all the free alcohol and get comfortable on the couch.Â
And so you did. When you walked into the house you said âhiâ to a couple people you knew and then ran to the kitchen. The smell hit you immediately, there was no second guessing what everyone was drinking. God, people really like this stuff? Whatever, itâs just one night.Â
âAngus Tully, call for you.â A teacher Angus didnât recognize had knocked on his door at nearly five to one in the morning. He groaned, trudging down the hall to the nearest phone. Getting a call was already rare for him but one at one at one a.m. was out of the question. It was even more surprising when he heard the voice of the person on the other end.Â
âTully?â
âKountze?â
âThank God, can you get down here?âÂ
âI already told you, I donât want to come to your stupid-ass party. Shouldnât it be ending soon, anyway?â
Teddy groaned. âI donât want you to come and hang out, I want you to come and pick up (Y/n).â
â(Y/n)? Whatâre they doing there?â
âI donât know, man. Just come get them. I donât know how much he drank but heâs been passed out on the couch for hours. Every time I try to wake him up he just kicks me.â Angus laughed. âJust get him out of here, okay?â
âYeah, okay. Give me twenty minutes.â
Angus didnât have a car but he knew someone who did. He knocked on the door to the teacherâs lounge where he knew Mr. Hunham would probably be watching TV with Mary. They seemed to be doing that a lot lately. Mary yelled for him to come in.Â
Mr. Hunham nodded. âMr. Tully.â
âHello, Angus. You didnât come all the way down here just to watch TV with us, did you? Usually youâre not alone.â
âI didnât, actually. I was hoping I could get a ride, (Y/n)âs drunk and needs a ride home.â
Mary frowned. â(Y/n)? I didnât think they were the type.â
Angus just shrugged. âUsually heâs not but heâs been talking to Teddy Kountze more. I think heâs the instigator here.â He stuffed his hands into his front pocket, shrugging.Â
Hunham scoffed. âThat boy is a devil.âÂ
âOh, shush. Heâs just a kid.â Mary scolded. â... even if he is a little asshole.âÂ
They shared a laugh, followed by Mr. Hunham groaning as he stood. âAlright, Iâll drive. But I'm staying in the car. And tell him not to vomit on my seats.âÂ
Angus nodded, following his teacher out. âYes, sir!â
When they arrived Mr. Hunham parked on the street, right out front. Angus got out onto the lawn. âIâll be right back.â Hunham nodded.Â
He saw Teddy first. Teddy just scowled and pointed to a room to the right. You were exactly where Kountze said you would be, passed out on the couch. You had a bottle of something in your arms, snugly held tight against your body. Angus pulled that out first and set it on the table across from you. You grumbled softly, missing the feeling of having something in your arms, and shot your leg out to kick who you thought was Kountze.Â
Luckily Angus was just out of reach and laughed in response. â(Y/n), time to wake up.â You lifted your hand to shoo him away but he persisted. âCome on,â he shook you softly. âLetâs go. Mr. Hunhamâs outside.â That woke you up.
âMr. Hunham?â Your eyes got wide. âWhatâs he doing here?â You sat up and Angus sat next to you, keeping you upright after a bit of sudden dizziness.
âHeâs our ride.â
âIâm a bit embarrassed.â You put your flushed face in your hands, leaning your elbows on your knees.
âIâm sure he wonât judge you⊠Maybe just a little disappointed.â He laughed, standing back up and holding his hand out.
âNo, Iâm embarrassed with myself. I shouldn't have drank.â Your slurring was becoming more apparent now and Angus was sure youâd start crying if you stayed here any longer.Â
âHow much did you have to drink?â
You knit your eyebrows together and frowned, obviously starting to get a bit grumpy. âI donât know. Three? Four?âÂ
âWhat? Bottles?â
âCups.â You nodded towards a red solo on the table.
âCups?â He laughed. âThatâs it?â
You sighed, grabbing his hand and standing up. He couldnât help notice the way you didnât let go. Chests almost pressed together from the tight space. âYeah, Itâs my first time.â He breathed in sharply, eyes floating down.
âReally? Youâve never drank before? Mary was right about you.âÂ
You slapped his arm half-heartedly. âMary knows too? Who else did you tell!?â He broke from the spell and began to lead you towards the door.
He smiled. âOnly the whole school.â You groaned in response.
When you got outside, Mr. Hunham rolled down the window to begin his speech before you even had the chance to get to the car. Angus opened the door to the backseat and helped you in but you grabbed his arm when he began to back up. You tugged ever so slightly and he gave in to the weak show of force, climbing into the backseat with you. You didnât put up a fight but neither did he.Â
â... this isnât the way to go about life. When you get to my age youâŠâ You nodded along to whatever Mr. Hunham was saying, occasionally adding in an âI know,â âYouâre right,â or âIâm sorry.â Angus sat a bit stiffly next to you. You still had his arm in yours, hugging it as you had with the bottle.Â
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He dropped you onto the edge of your bed before falling down beside you with a groan. He needed a moment before he went back to his room. You, slightly more awake now, slung your legs across Angusâs chest in an awkward L-shape. He let you stay like that for a moment, catching his breath and savoring this while he could.Â
âAngus?â You asked softly, tilting your head to peer down at him.Â
âYeah?â He pushed your legs back off the side of the bed so he could kneel beside you and help you take your shoes off.Â
âYouâre so pretty, do you know that?â He paused, staring across at you, obviously shocked. Your face, though, was completely indifferent. âI mean it, youâre so beautiful. Youâve got perfect hair and perfect skin and perfect eyes. I donât get it. You must know, right? I hope you know.â
âI-â He tried to speak but what would he say? He was still knelt down, desperately watching your faceâ which was still staring back innocently. Without thinking, he crawled onto the bed next to you, leaning up against the headboard. You adjusted, too, so you could continue staring at him, head on the pillow. He felt a bit hot under your gaze but he basked in the attention, he only wished he knew how to respond to make this last. To get you to look at him like this forever. Â
âGod! Youâre just so perfect! I donât tell you that enough but I do think it. A lot. Youâre just so prettyâŠâÂ
âI donât think youâve ever told me.âÂ
He could see the fatigue slowly taking over your eyes as you kept going. âYouâve got this dopey smile,â You saw his face turn. âNot a bad dopey! Cute-dopey. Itâs the kind of smile that makes me want to smile too.â Absent-mindedly you began to reach up to touch his lips, stopping centimeters from contact.
âUm, thank you.â God, thatâs what he came up with?Â
You giggled, though.âYouâre welcome.âÂ
âI think youâre pretty too. Iâve been staring at the back of your head since I got to Barton. And then when Christmas break happened I was pissed I didnât get to go home, sure, but man I was so excited when I found out you were staying too. Iâm glad I get to see more of you than your hair now.â
âYouâre lying.â You accused him but you were smiling.Â
âIâm not, I swear!â He couldnât help but smile too.Â
âYou canât have been looking at me since you moved here because Iâve been looking at you since you moved here. And before Christmas, I donât think we made eye contact once.âÂ
âBelieve what you want,â He laughed. âIâm telling the truth.â
You sighed, brushed him off wistfully, and went back to longing. You spoke as if youâd forgotten the previous few exchanges. Perhaps you had. âI wish I could look at you all the time. I wish I could touch your face and your hair whenever I wanted. I wish I couldââ You abruptly stopped and stared him down. Angus had to remind himself again that you were out of it. You looked as if you were trying to make a decision but the alcohol was making it impossible to choose. Angus leaned forward a bit, almost unwillingly. He hardly even noticed his movements until your fingers finally touched his face.
Your eyes flickered down, his did too. Slowly you brushed against his bottom lip. He parted his mouth slightly, cheeks becoming more red by the second. You moved onto his top lip before brushing his cheek. His eyes hadnât left your mouth. Pulling your hand back slightly you looked up to his messy curls. Reaching up, you grabbed the hair at the back of his neck, running your hands through it. He had to stop himself from making any noise.Â
âAnd youâve got these big brown eyes, theyâre really pretty, you know. I feel all shy when you look at me⊠like in the way you are now.â You sighed deeply, as if the weight of the world were on your shoulders. âGod, Angus. I think I love you.âÂ
It took everything in him to not swoop down and kiss you right then. He was glad you were drunk so you wouldnât remember his bright red face, but he also couldnât help but wish your confession had been a sober one. His mouth was stuck in a small âoâ before he realized you were waiting for an answer. âI donât think this is the right time.â
You cut him off before he could clarify. âWhat do you mean? Are you dating someone elseâŠ? Iâll wait.â Your words made him sputter out a short laugh but your face was nothing but serious.Â
âThatâs not what I meant. IââÂ
You frowned. âThen, what do you mean?â
âI mean,â He brushed some hair from your eyes. âYouâre drunk and probably won't remember any of this in the morning. How about you tell me again when you arenât inebriated?â Â
You grabbed his hand, holding it close to your chest. âWhy? What if I forget? It hurts too much not to tell youâŠâ
âI wonât forget.â He smiled. âDonât worry, Iâll remind you.âÂ
He kissed you on the forehead, needing something to tide him over until he could act the way he truly wanted to. You curled up on your side before looking at him expectantly. He blushed and compiled, lying down next to you but leaving a couple inches between your two bodies.Â
He heard you laugh and move closer. He let out something between a moan and a gasp and you smirked in victory. Still, though, he wasnât close enough. You reached out and grabbed his hand, setting it on your waist.Â
âYou never told me,â You leaned into his chest. âDo you like me back?â You sounded like a middle schooler talking to their playground crush. Angus was almost unable to respond from the grin that trapped his face.Â
âIsnât it obvious? Of course Iâm in love with you too.â
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tangle me in all your broken pieces (and watch me stay) | ch 1
Loki x Reader
Summary:Â An Asgardian god has just threatened your planet and you were called in to provide a little help. What you didn't expect was to develop a strange soft spot for said god, who hid more pain behind his cold facade than you thought possible.
A/N:Â Yes, this is chapter one. Yes, there are going to be more chapters. But one important thing to keep in mind with this particular series, is that the updates will not have a fixed schedule. This is a story I will update whenever I have time to write in between my other projects. Anyhow, I do hope you enjoy this random idea I had. <3
Word count: 4,2k
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Fury came looking for you as a fail-safe. That was the simple way of putting it.
One of S.H.I.E.L.D's facilities had recently been attacked by someone who came from outside of your world; he'd taken what Fury called the Tesseract, twisted the minds of Agent Barton and Doctor Selvig, and worst of all, threatened to take over Earth. So when Fury came knocking on your door, on a rainy Saturday, you didn't have many options other than agreeing.
Rain pattered on the windows of your small apartment, the weather was rather cold today. You picked up two mugs from the cabinet, placed a bag of tea on each, and added hot water.
"I need you with me," Fury told you, taking the mug you handed to him.
You sighed, taking a seat on the armchair of your living room, "you're putting together a group of heroes. I'm not a fighter, uncle Fury, you know that."
"And I'm not asking you to be," he shook his head softly, leaning forward to place his mug on the coffee table after he took a sip, "if anything, I'll make sure to keep you away from any fights." He looked at you for a beat, and then; "but Loki has messed with the mind of one of my best agents, I cannot take that risk again, and you're the only one who can make sure it doesn't happen. Or fix it, if it does."
With that, you couldn't argue.
Your powers were something you had never asked for, never wanted, they simply happened. Your fourteen-year-old self woke up one day being able to pry into people's minds at will. You could feel their feelings if you wanted to, search recent memories if you focused long enough, and occasionally, do or fix much heavier damage. The full extent of what you could do was still somewhat of a mystery, now and then you caught yourself doing or feeling something new; just like that day when a stray cat had scared the shit out of you and you ended up exploding the can of soda on your hand.
After that incident a couple of years back, you had agreed to let S.H.I.E.L.D. study you just long enough to find out you had something along the lines of psychokinetic and telepathic abilities. Fury then had also told you that your big heart had given you empathic abilities as well; it was intended as a lighthearted joke, but you weren't so sure it was a joke anymore.
Because right now, you could feel hints of Fury's desperation just by looking at him. You nodded, "Yeah, alright. Give me a few minutes to pack."
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S.H.I.E.L.D's Helicarrier was impressive, to say the least. It was an enormous aircraft that could literally disappear in a matter of seconds. Your nerves were still high even though you'd been aboard for a few days.
The main control room was the heart of the hive, so to speak. The place where most agents walked back and forth between the rows of computers, all overlooking the massive glass windows at the front of the aircraft. You stood just behind Fury's main control panels, leaning back on the big glass table. "Will Tony be coming too?" Your eyes roamed over the hustle and bustle of agents around you.
"He will," Fury didn't take his eyes off of the screens as he spoke, "was supposed to arrive with agent Romanoff, but we all know he likes his entrances."
A fond chuckle escaped you. Tony was a friend, you'd met him a few times because of Fury, he'd been a great help in figuring out your⊠condition, and you kept close contact with him ever since.
Out of the big windows in front of you, you watched as the ocean slowly drifted from view the higher you went into the sky. You could feel the familiar tingle in your stomach as you gained altitude fast. Maria Hill approached Fury not long after, informing him you were high enough to disappear, and so you did.
The sound of footsteps caught your attention and you turned around to see Natasha, Steve, and Doctor Banner walking in. A small frown appeared on your features when Steve handed ten dollars to Fury, but you didn't comment on it.
"Doctor Banner," Fury walked up and extended his hand for Bruce to shake, "thank you for coming."
The scientist looked around with the eyes of someone who hadn't known real peace in a while. You could feel a heavy wave of apprehension and uncertainty coming from him. "Thanks for asking nicely," he answered.
As they spoke, you walked over to Natasha, a small smile coming to your lips, "hey Nat."
Her green eyes lit up as soon as they caught sight of you, she was already opening her arms to pull you into a hug. "Hey, how have you been?"
You hugged her back just as tight, swinging gently from one side to the other. "Alright, you?"
"Well enough," she pulled away with a smirk already on her features and bumped your shoulder with her fist. "It's nice to have you around for a change, even if it's because the world is at risk."
You raised your hands in a half-hearted gesture of surrender while biting back a chuckle, "Point taken, I promise to visit more."
Fury called for your name and you turned to him, "I don't think you've been properly introduced to Doctor Banner." He gestured to his side and you reached out to shake Bruce's hand with a polite smile. "Banner, this is my niece."
Still holding onto your hand, he raised his eyebrows in a mix of excitement and surprise. "The telepath?" He looked from you to Fury.
You pursed your lips, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious. "That's me." You wondered if the people here saw you as one of the heroes too, which of course, you were not.
"I've read your file, the range of your abilities is remarkable."
Fury placed a hand on your shoulder to catch your attention. "Why don't you show Doctor Banner the lab he'll be working on? You can entertain his curiosity then."
"Of course," you buried your hands in your pockets as you tilted your head towards the door, "follow me, Doc."
The laboratory was like a playground for scientists. Filled with all the kinds of machines and computers one could hope for, surrounded by bright white walls and even brighter artificial lights that made your eyes hurt.
As the night stretched on you ended up hanging back with Bruce in his lab. His interest in your abilities didn't die down, but you found that speaking with him about it turned out to be quite easy. He was very smart, there was no doubt about that, having extensive knowledge in areas you didn't even know existed. But he was also kind.
It didn't take long for Fury to come to inform you that they had gotten a hit on Loki's location, Germany. You shared a look with Bruce then, knowing that all there was to do now, was wait.
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"So you can just tell what everyone is feeling all the time, and manipulate those very feelings if you want?" Bruce leaned back on one of the workstations, a look of pure bewilderment in his eyes.
You chuckled, pushing yourself up and sitting on top of one of the desks. "Well, kind of. I can feel emotions if I want to, yes. Memories even, if I can focus on the person long enough. But the manipulating part is trickier," you tried to explain to the best of your abilities, fumbling with the sleeves of your black cardigan. "I can't⊠take away people's emotions, feelings, but I can ease them. Dull anger, or sadness, for example. But Fury believes that if there's something else intruding on someone's mind, I'd be able to counter it. That's why I'm here."
"That's fascinating," Bruce scratched his chin in thought, "it's almost like a mix of telepathy and empathy."
You hummed, "That's been my experience, yeah."
"What about theâŠ" Bruce gestured around, and somehow you knew exactly what he was talking about.
A smirk came to your lips. You lifted your hand, and tiny white sparks danced between your fingertips, they were barely there, looking almost like a trick of the light. Suddenly the glasses that had been resting on top of Bruce's head flew to your grasp.
A genuine laugh escaped him while he muttered; "remarkable". You couldn't help but join him as you handed him back his glasses. It felt⊠nice, to have someone genuinely, innocently appreciating what you could do.
Suddenly, the sight of several guards walking past the laboratory's windows caught both of your attention. In the middle of them walked a man with slick black hair, wearing some sort of armor in black, green, and golden, and a devilish smirk on his lips as he looked at you.
Your gaze locked with his for a mere second, and a gasp fell past your lips as you took half a step back. Your heart was in your throat, because even through the glass windows, you could feel an immense pain squeezing your chest and suffocating your lungs. There was raw anger there too, desperation, loss. But the pain overpowered them all. And they came from him. Loki.
You gulped, forcing your gaze away so you had a chance to breathe. "They caught him," you mumbled, still feeling lightheaded from the punch he'd just dealt to your soul.
"Yeah, they did." Bruce's voice sounded far away still.
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Loki wasn't the only new arrival, his brother Thor was also here.
You decided to hang back while everyone discussed how to proceed, leaning against the wall of the main control room as they sat around the glass table. From the camera images displayed on the screens, you could see Loki speaking with Fury, from inside the glass cage that wasn't quite built for him; he spoke with a tone of superiority that sounded like a defense.
Thor explained something about Loki having an alien army he would bring to Earth, and that he was trying to build another portal with the help of Doctor Selvig. You heard bits and pieces, after all, you weren't here to strategize attacks. Instead, your mind drifted to what you'd felt when you briefly locked gazes with Loki. His mind seemed⊠messy; as if he wasn't quite the only one there.
"I don't think we should be focusing on Loki." You heard Banner say. "That guy's brain is a bag full of cats. You could smell crazy on him."
"Have care how you speak." Thor spoke up, "Loki is beyond reason, but he is of Asgard. And he is my brother."
"You mean he's never been like this before?" You finally spoke up, pushing yourself away from the wall and taking a few steps towards Thor. Your voice drew the eyes of everyone in the room for an instant. "That he's not himself?"
"Yes, Loki has always been one for mischief but never like this. My brother is not evil." The god explained.
"He killed eighty people in two days," Natasha added, raising an eyebrow at Thor.
"He's⊠adopted."
"I think you might be right, about him being beyond reason," you walked up to stay beside Thor, "when they brought him in I could briefly connect with his mind and⊠I don't know, it wasn't right."
"You mean to say he's been enchanted?" Thor looked down at you, sparks of hope dancing around him.
You could feel everyone's unwavering gaze on you as well. Your eyebrows scrunched in thought and you fumbled with your sleeves to ease the nervousness. "Kind of, yes. I felt as if he wasn't the only one in his own mind, there was something else there, twisting his thoughts and drive." You glanced up at Thor and then at your teammates around the table, "I may be able to fix it."
A rather loud call of your name captured your attention then. You turned around to see Tony Stark walking in, along with Phil Coulson.
"You always did have a heart of gold, picking up strays and insisting on fixing broken things," the billionaire said with a smile, walking up to you in that smug way only he could pull off, as he already opened his arms.
You mimicked his smile, naturally falling into his hug.
"How have you been, kid?" Tony asked while rubbing your back. He pulled away and kept a hand on your shoulder.
"Pretty good, considering an Asgardian god decided to invade my planet." You smirked back at him, stuffing your hands in your pockets.
"And now you're playing the I can fix him card, is that what I'm gathering here?" Tony pointed a finger at you, comically narrowing his eyes.
You sighed, averting his gaze, "I'm serious, Tony. If there's something invading his mind, don't you think I'd be able to counter it? That's- that's the whole reason why I'm even here."
"I think," Tony began, "you'd be able to do that, and much more. If you actually trained your abilities like I suggested-"
A groan escaped you.
"But you haven't done that, so it's a shot in the dark." He shrugged.
"If there is a chance to help my brother, I would take it," Thor spoke up, looking around to gauge everyone's reactions.
"And what if there isn't?" Steve asked, gesturing with his hands, "You said it yourself, you can't be sure. Is this a risk we're willing to take?"
"We won't be taking risks," you were quick to reassure him, taking a step forward so you were able to lean your hands on the glass table. "All I want is a chance to speak with him, nothing more for now."
"Absolutely not." Fury walked in, his steps large and meaningful as he walked up to stand before you. "You are not getting anywhere near that lunatic."
"I can accompany her to assure her safety," Thor offered.
"Thank you, Thor, but I need to go alone." You said, then turned to look up at Fury. "You called me here to help. Let me help."
Fury tilted his head, an annoyed frown coming to his lips. You knew you'd won.
"He's in pain. So much that I could feel it through the glass windows of the lab, uncle. He's not alone in his own mind. I just wanna talk to him." You pleaded. Why you suddenly cared so much about the very person who was threatening your home, you didn't know. Maybe you did have a heart that was too big for your own good.
Fury stole a single glance towards Stark, and after the latter nodded, he turned back to you. "Five minutes," he leaned just a tad closer, looking you straight in the eyes, "nothing more."
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You closed your eyes, took in a deep breath, held it in your lungs, and then exhaled. You stared at the door that led to Loki's cell, giving yourself yet another pep talk. And then you pushed it open.
The round, glass cage was somewhat intimidating to look at. Built to contain and to kill, if needed. The artificial lights inside were bright, a contrast to the metal walls of the outside. There was a single bench in the back of the cage, but other than that, it was bare.
Loki had his back turned to you as he paced from one side to the other, hands clasped behind his back, as if waiting for something. His black and green attire stood out under the blinding lights.
Your steps were slow and quiet, you couldn't deny the racing of your heart, punching against your ribs in fear and anticipationâyet you kept an emotionless facade.
You could tell the exact moment that Loki felt your presence. He stopped pacing, waiting for a beat until, ever so slowly, he turned around to face you. His eyes were ice cold, a pale blue that made you shiver; his smirk was nothing short of devilish, worthy of a person who knew held all the cards in his hands. Loki looked at you up and down, and took a few steps forward so he stood right against the glass, as close as he could be to you. His gaze never once wavered.
"And who would you be?"
Silent. You kept silent for several moments. The nails you previously had piercing the skin of your palm in nervousness loosened their grip, a soft breath went past your lips, and your shoulders relaxed.
No, there was no reason for you to be afraid of him. Well, that would be an understatement. After all, you could easily sense the raw power and magic flowing through his veins. But that didn't instill fear in you, and neither did his empty threats. Because right now, as you finally looked him straight in the eyes, you easily slipped into his mind, his subconscious, his memories, and feelings.
More than anything, he was hurt; had been bleeding for long. But you were glad to confirm your suspicions, he was not alone in his mind; there was a plague in him, twisting and piercing into old wounds, worsening what was already there; it drove his anger and instilled fear and desperation in him for what would happen if he failed.
Looking into his eyes, you didn't feel fear. You felt sympathy.
At last, when Loki had started to look at you with a deep frown, you told him your name.
"Agent Barton hasn't told me about you." Loki's eyes roamed your features, undoubtedly determining if you were harmless or not.
"I'm afraid we aren't that close," you told him simply, keeping your voice gentle.
A low chuckle escaped Loki's lips then, "Did you come here simply by imprudent curiosity then?" He raised his chin higher. "Have you any idea who stands before you?"
You pursed your lips and took a step closer to him. His words sounded a little muffled to your ears as you struggled to focus. There was a faint burning sensation behind your eyes, a pressure in your head that spread to your entire body until it reached your fingertips. It was both familiar and unfamiliar. You'd never used your powers to this extent.
Loki had a strong mind, there was no doubt about that. Yet briefly, you could catch glimpses, a blurred array of memories even Loki tried to push away. You watched his fall from Asgard. His descent to what he thought, hoped would be the end. Until he was found. And then there were screams of pain and cries for help that nobody answered until he was forced to give up. Nothing was clear, everything twisted and scrambled, but enough to snatch your breath away and hold your heart in a vice grip.
He felt it, you know he did. The gentle whispers of you in his mind. You could tell the exact moment. All emotion and color drained from Loki's face, he took several steps back and away from you. For the first time, he wore an expression other than smug and confident. His bright eyes were wide and glimmering under the artificial lights, lips hovering open and quivering. It was a blink, a fraction of a second and then he was back in control.
"How dare you?!" He all but growled, fists closed tightly on either side of his body as erratic breaths went past his lips and nostrils. "Who do you think you are to try and pry into my mind?"
You felt as if there were cotton balls in your throat as you gulped, your vision went a little blurry. You shouldn't be feeling this way for someone who had literally threatened your home, but all you could hear right now was that same voice of his, begging for mercy.
Without a physical connection, Loki was able to keep you out of his mind pretty easily.
You sighed heavily, closing your eyes for a beat to recompose. You looked up at him then, unable to help the softness of your features. "What happened to you?"
Loki hesitated, even though he tried to hide it. He blinked, stumbling over his words; "I think you should be more worried about what I will do to you and everyone you've ever loved, you insolent, pathetic mortal."
His threats were emptier than you thought they would be. He felt exposed and was desperately trying to defend himself.
You shifted your gaze to the cameras around the room, biting into your cheek while you considered just how stupid and reckless it was what you were about to do. With your mind, you turned the lock on the door you'd just come from. In one swift stride forward, you were able to flatten your palm against the glass walls that held Loki; and with just a bit of struggle, you had him pushed and pinned against the bench on the far side of the cage.
"What do you think you're doing?" Loki snapped, he fought against the invisible force holding him, trying to get up and lift his hands, but to no avail. "Release me this instant."
"Sorry," you walked backward, keeping your eyes on him until you reached the control panel and pushed the button that opened the glass cage, "can't do that."
"If you think for one minute that your sorry excuse of magic can hold me down-"
"I know I can't." You told him as you carefully walked inside with him. He was strong, much stronger than you, and sooner or later he'd overpower you. "Not for long at least." You stood in front of him, looking down at his enraged form sitting down on the bench. "But maybe just long enough."
Right now, as Loki looked up at you with nothing but anger in his cold eyes, his lips in a thin line, and his eyebrows pulled together; you could say you felt a little scared.
Slowly, you raised both hands. Your fingers shook as you halted your movements just short of touching him. "I promise I just want to help you," you told him quietly, your eyes never leaving his.
"I will make you regret ever walking into this room," Loki spoke through gritted teeth, the muscles on his neck straining as he tried to break free.
"Maybe," you breathed, struggling to keep him in place, before unceremoniously cupping both his cheeks with your hands.
Loki opened his lips to, most likely, throw another insult at you, yet his words died in his mouth.
With your skin touching his, your soul entangling with his, you were finally able to enter his mind freely. You closed your eyes and made quick work of dissipating the plague infesting his brain, severing the connection he had with the creature that had tortured him, and freeing his subconscious from its influence and enchantment. It was harder than you wished and easier than you expected, pulling at the strings of your heart while you worked your power through him, but it was done. Loki's body was still healing from what they'd done to him, and now his mind would follow.
You also couldn't hold yourself back from dulling his pain and anger while you were at it. Trying to offer just a bit of peace to his troubled soul.
You opened your eyes again with a heavy gasp escaping your lips. Your lungs lacked air and you could taste copper on your lips. Blinking several times, you took a single glimpse at your faded reflection on the glass walls and noticed that a steady line of blood was trickling down your nose. You'd nearly gone past your limits.
With your hands still holding onto Loki, you risked a look down at him.
It was like a wave washing to shore, soft and calm after a heavy storm. His eyes slowly faded from a pale blue to a gentle green, glistening under the light, pupils blown wide as he kept his gaze fixed on you. A soft breath went past his lips and his eyebrows softened, it was as if for a brief moment he forgot where he was, and simply basked in the absolute relief of having his mind finally free. He stood bare before you.
A single tear trickled down his cheek and landed on your thumb. You brushed it away tenderly, and you thought he almost leaned into your touch. He blinked lazily then, and you saw his walls gradually coming back up.
You felt lightheaded, and with Loki coming back to himself, you took it as your cue to leave him.
Stumbling on your feet, you made your way out. You pushed the button and closed the glass door again.
Loki hadn't moved, even though you were not holding him in place anymore. He stayed seated, knuckles white as he gripped the edge of the bench and kept his gaze ahead, unfocused.
Once again, you touched the glass wall with your fingertips. It was indeed pathetic, that you felt a surge of protectiveness, of worry even, for the god who had threatened your planet.
"For what it's worth," you began quietly.
Loki's eyes drifted up to your face. His expression unreadable.
"I'm sorry for what you've been through." With that, you gave him a tight-lipped smile, and left.
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Heyhey, may I request something like a reader who is Clint's daughter, sucks at archery and thinks she's a disappointment to Clint. Seeing this situation and not really knowing what to do, Kate decides to help reader with some archery lessons. The lessons really help reader, but at the same time they are a distraction and the BIGGEST test of self-control not to kiss Kate while she talks about archery and invades personal space to show how itâs done.
Likeâ who would be 100% focused with Kate so close?? đđđ
can you see right through me? [K.Bishop]
pairing: kate bishop x barton!reader
summary: you're notoriously bad at archery and somehow even worse at keeping yourself together around a certain kind-eyed archer.
warnings: none, just fluff with a side of romantic tension; kate being a flirt without realizing; very platonic touching [...not]; me pretending like i completely understand how archery works
wordcount: 1.7k
a/n: for every one fic i write where kate is confident and cocky, i have to write another one where she's dorky and awkward and confident and cocky. that's just the law of the universe. this request was a lot of fun to write so thank you. hope you enjoy <3 [also, it would take a ridiculous amount of self-control to stay focused around kate's goofy little smile]
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You wouldnât say youâre the worldâs worst archer but youâre definitely close to the top of the list. Itâs something that shouldnât bother you, and maybe it wouldn't if you were anybody else. Unfortunately, youâre Hawkeyeâs oldest daughter and you also happen to be the absolute worst at archery.
Even your youngest brother has better aim than you and heâs not even strong enough to pick up a bow.
Your dad swears your lack of skill doesnât bother him but it certainly bothers you. Especially when it results in him taking on Kate Bishop as his protege instead of you.Â
The worst part is, Kateâs incredibly sweet so you canât even hate her for being everything youâre not. Her love for archery is genuine, and so is her admiration for Clint.
And, okay, fine, maybe she also happens to be attractive and caring and far too charming for her own good.
You hate to admit it but you have the biggest crush on the brunette archer and itâs only gotten worse since she kindly offered to teach you how to properly shoot a bow. Your dad complained, not because he didnât want you to learn, but because he was offended that you seriously thought Kate would be a better teacher than him. (You didnât have the heart to tell him the real reason you accepted the brunetteâs offer)
So, against your better judgment, youâve been hanging out with Kate every day, letting her talk your ear off about the âproper techniquesâ involved and what the best bows for beginners are. Sheâs clearly more excited about all of this than you are but getting to see her so often isnât something youâre going to complain about.
ây/n, youâre not even listening.â Kateâs teasing tone brings you back to the matter at hand. Well, more like the bow in your hand.
âSorry,â you mutter, hoping she canât notice the nervousness in your stance.Â
She does, unfortunately for you, because sheâs far too observant despite her scattered attention span. What she doesnât realize, though, is that she's the reason for said nervousness.Â
âYouâre shaking too much,â she comments. âLet me help you.â
You open your mouth to tell her you donât need her help but all your words die in your throat the second she steps closer to you.Â
Sheâs trying to be helpful, you know that, and yet she achieves the complete opposite. Her front presses up against your back as her hands land on top of yours to stabilize your movements. âRelax. Youâre trying to guide the arrow, not control it.â
You attempt to listen to her advice but relaxing is the last thing on your mind right now. Every muscle in your body is acutely aware of the brunetteâs presence which causes your heart to beat faster than should ever be possible. The position youâre in doesnât help and soon, you really do start shaking from the tension of drawing the arrow back.
She counts down for you, something that should not be as attractive as it is, and you finally let go of the bowstring and shoot the arrow into the target. A target that you miss by several feet.
You canât even be disappointed in yourself because youâre too busy trying to regain your breath the second Kate finally steps away from you.Â
âHey, at least youâre not hitting the wall anymore!â She says in whatâs now become her signature âcheering you upâ voice.
It makes her sound ridiculous but it also makes you smile so you donât have the heart to make fun of her for it. âI appreciate it but itâs going to take years for my aim to get better than this.â
âOh, come on.â Her exasperated words are accompanied by an eyeroll and a step toward you that makes your breath catch in your throat. âYou've already improved so much. Give me one more week and I promise youâll be hitting that bullseye.â
You take advantage of her proximity to hand the stupid bow back to her. âYou're doing that thing again.â
âWhat thing?â She asks, her eyebrows furrowing as she tilts her head slightly.
âThe thing where you get too confident right before totally falling on your ass.â
She does her best to look annoyed but the pink hue that tints her cheeks gives her away far too quickly. âKeep talking like that and Iâm canceling the lessons.â
âWow, what a shame.â
You manage to successfully break her this time and she bursts out laughing, the sound setting free hundreds of butterflies inside your stomach. There are a lot of things to love about Kate and her laugh might be at the top of the list. (Right below her smile and her incredibly comforting hugsâŠnot that youâve ever noticed or anything.)
âAlright, Iâll make you a deal,â she says while getting into position to do some shooting of her own. âIf I hit the bullseye three times in a row, weâre staying for fifteen more minutes.âÂ
âAnd if you miss?â You ask, knowing damn well the chances of her missing are close to zero.
âIf I missâŠIâll take you out to dinner instead.â
Youâve never wanted her to prove you wrong more badly than at this moment. You donât say that out loud, though, you donât even say anything. You just shake your head at her and do your best not to give away how much you adore her silly antics.
The thought that sheâs genuinely flirting with you crosses your mind but you instantly push it away, too afraid of getting hurt to entertain the idea for too long. Youâll take what you can get and if all Kate gives you are stupid flirty jokes then thatâs all you need. Hoping for more canât end well when it comes to the brunette.
Your eyes are glued to her frame while she nocks and draws her first arrow, her muscles straining through the fabric of her purple shirt. You know she knows youâre closely watching every move she makes and the self-assured smile that graces her face has you thinking much different thoughts.
Thoughts that are shot right out of your mind as Kate hits the bullseye not three times in a row but five because sheâs an annoying overachiever when she wants to be. Youâd be pissed if you were unaware of the way her eyes light up with genuine excitement at her success.
âWe get it, youâre the worldâs greatest archer.â Your dad would disown you if he ever heard you speak those words but what he doesnât know wonât hurt himâŠor at least thatâs what you hope.
âDonât sound so jealous, baby.â
Your legs shake the tiniest bit as you approach her again, taking the bow back into your hands with a huff. âWhatever. Shouldnât you go fetch your arrows or something?â  Â
âYou sure you can handle shooting on your own?â It comes across as another one of her usual teasing comments but her eyes give away her sincerity. She truly does want to help you do well even if it means you wonât need her help anymore.
âYou sound like my dad. Iâll be fine, Kate.â
The comparison distracts just enough to stop her from putting up a fight. She walks away toward the target full of her arrows and you walk a few feet away to find a new target to inevitably miss.
You go through the motions Kate patiently taught you, taking in slow breaths and forcing yourself to focus. Youâre not fully focused on yourself though. Rather, you visualize the kind-hearted archer and repeat what youâve seen her do a thousand times at this point.
Time seems to slow down as your eyes hone in on the bullseye and you let the arrow fly. It soars through the air and misses the bullseye by a few inches. But you finally managed to hit the target instead of the wall behind it or the floor in front of it.
You actually did it.
And thereâs only one person to thank for that.
âKate!â You throw the bow down onto the ground in your excitement, your eyes searching for the brunette only to find her already looking at you with the most gorgeous smile on her face.
âYou did it!â
She opens her arms for you and you waste no time in running toward her, crashing into her body with a laugh. Her arms slide down your waist and before you know it, sheâs picking you up and spinning you around in a giddy haze.
You wrap your legs around her waist without a second thought before looking down at her. âThank you,â you whisper, your voice slightly breathless from your moment of celebration.
She instantly shakes her head, strands of her soft yet messy hair waving around in the process. âThat was all you, y/n. I knew you could do it.â
Youâre ready to argue back and insist youâd be lost without her but you make the mistake of letting your eyes wander for a second too long.
Maybe itâs the excitement or the adrenaline still pumping through your veins or maybe itâs Kate herself. You donât know what it is that makes you work up the courage to finally kiss her, you just know itâs the only thing you want right now.
So, you do it.
You lean in and press your lips to hers in a way that borders on desperate. If she notices, she has no complaints about it because she kisses you back just as passionately. And nothing has ever felt as right as this.
You reluctantly pull away from her and attempt to catch your breath. Something that completely fails due to the way Kate is looking at you. Sheâs got that soft look in her eyes that can only mean one thing. âSoâŠIâm guessing you like me?â
Yup, there it is.Â
âYouâre a dork.â
âHmmâŠmaybe.â She sneaks in another kiss that you happily accept. âBut this dork would love to take you on a date. If you want.â
âI do want thatâŠbut only if youâre paying.â You joke before she sets you back down on the ground.
âGolddigger.â
âShut up.â
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Barney Barton META: Childhood
This isn't exactly the META, more like a big note with my thoughts about Barney's personality during his childhood. Given that Clint's past, and Barney's past as well, is changed too often in the comics and it's confusing to understand what's going on, I'm going to take the bits that I think are important and squeeze it together. Because if I wanted to put everything in order logically, it would be impossible - his agenda changes too often.
I'll only talk about their lives before their parents' deaths and their first years in the circus. Barney's personality changes dramatically as he gets older and I don't want to write too much in one post.
Dedicated to @carcrash429 and @hawkzeyes. I love you <3
TW: Mentions of child abuse, violence, underage drinking
1. What kind of child was Barney?
The first thing worth noting is that despite the constant changes in Barney's personality, the authors always try to emphasize his role in Clint's story â as one who is "the worse brother," the "rotten" one who causes problems and is a schemer. The bad brother who is the opposite of the good brother. Two sides of the same coin â you know the deal.
Honestly, only Hawkeye Vol.3 showed Barney in some way as "morally better" than his brother. Everywhere else, it's emphasized that he's the worse version of Clint. You know the deal, Clint is the good-shoe guy, and Barney is the worst thing that ever existed. But why?
As we know, childhood plays a crucial role in shaping a person. To truly understand Barney, we need to delve into his early years and explore what kind of child he was. So let's start it, shall we?
- VIOLENT
A recurring trope we see in Clint's childhood memories is Barney teaching him something. I'll mention about this later in the post, but for now, let's focus on the most significant skill he taught Clint, which reveals a lot about Barney himself: he taught Clint how to fight.
(Hawkeye 2012 #12)
Not the self-defense way where you hit someone and run away. Not the stereotypical superhero kind where you fight to defeat someone because you're the good guy and they're the bad guy. No, Barney taught him how to fight in a way that would hurt, how to knock someone down so that they wouldn't be able to stand on their feet anymore.
(Hawkeye 2012 #15 & #21) [rip photo limit]
If someone attacks you, you show no mercy. An eye for an eye. A tooth for a tooth. Beat them so they won't want to hurt you anymore.
(Hawkeye 2012 #19)
If thereâs no one to defend you, you have to defend yourself. Barney started teaching Clint how to fight after Clint attempted to attack their father. Itâs clear that Barney is the reason why his brother even knows how to hurt people. However, it was never explained why Bernard knows how to fight or where he learned this skill. And that's understandable; this flashback is about our golden boy, not about his problematic brother.
To understand why Barney might know how to fight, we need to explore his relationship with violence as a child.
He is an example of how trauma can make you angryâat what happened and what continues to happen. As a child still living with his parents, Barney is filled with hatred towards their father. This contrasts with Clint, who, for a long time, was the "good child" trying his best to earn his father's affection and better treatment.
(Solo Avengers 1988 #2)
Bernard was a "smart-mouth brat" who didnât hesitate to speak back, even though he knew the consequences of doing so. Even better, this little guy wanted to beat his dad up so badly. Clint would never consider acting this way (until the events of Hawkeye Vol. 4, but I'll discuss that later). And it also seems that this wasnât the first time Barney had behaved like this.
I have a theory that Barney likely had conflicts with other adults as well, mostly because of his statement in Solo Avengers 1988 #2 panel, where he says, "I'll show them all." This implies that he probably didn't want to take revenge against JUST his father. The way I interpret it is that his father wasn't the only person who treated him badly. We can interpret this in different ways: maybe he was talking about his bullies, maybe teachers or anybody who ever treated him badly. Who knows?
Avengers: Roll Call highlights how different their approach to their father was. Barney is explicitly described as being cynical and resentful as a child. In fact, he is described as a bitter kidwho took of his frustation on Clint by bullying him.
And his different approach to Harold is visible. Barney he has never been shown to say anything positive about their father. True, Clint also hated Harold, but as shown earlier, Clint for some time hoped he'd change, whereas Barney never believed in it. He always saw their father as a scumbag.
(Hawkeye: Blindspot #1)
His hatred for his father and how he was treated, naturally influenced his behavior in childhood, which you could see before. And we know he wasn't a "good boy" in any ways. Like for example, in Blindspot, Clint mentions that Barney was never the smarter of the two and believed that sometimes you need to fight dirty.
This panel illustrates that Bernard believed that the best way to resolve conflicts wasn't through calm, peaceful ways but by fighting dirty. It paints him as someone who often relied more on brute force. Because, in his eyes, it is an easier and more proven way to deal with problems. He saw it from his father and most likely from others that it was the best way; it always worked on him and Clint after all.Â
Barney is depicted as a child who has no problem with being aggressive or violent, as shown in Hawkeye (2012) even towards his brother. Yes, while his intent was to provoke Clint, stir him up, and push him to act, the fact remains that Barney still resorted to violence.
Additionally, Barney used violence against Clint because he knew that this was the most effective way to provoke a reaction from him. By mimicking their father, he wanted to trigger Clint's deep-seated rage and bitternessâemotions that were already boiling beneath the surface.
Barney knew that Clint, fueled by anger and resentment towards their father at this moment, would respond to this. Itâs likely that Barney didnât spend much time thinking what he should do; he simply resorted to the method he knew best.
Despite his hatred for his father, he still copy him in some ways, and this behavior pattern stayed with him. Barney struggles to express his emotions or wants verbally, something that continues into his adult life. He rarely communicates his thoughts directly, instead, his feelings are often showed through his actions. This tendency is mostly evident in how he expresses his anger, which is often in violence.
He never fully learned healthier ways. While joining the army may have helped him develop some emotional control, his involvement in the Trickshot "business" clearly ruined it lmao.
Before I expand further on Barney's ability to fight, I want to finish the subject about their father (because I started it and I want to finish it. I know it makes this post very chaotic, but I can't help it).
-AFRAID
In Hawkeye (2012) there is a noticeable shift in the Bartons brothers. Barney becomes more calm, while Clint got increasingly bitter. Itâs almost as if theyâve swapped their attitudes.
This is particularly evident in a scene where Clint attacks their father.
Initially, I thought Clint was solely focused on his father during this scene. However, it wasnât until I noticed Barneyâs eyesâfixed on Clintâthat I realized he was also looking at him. He would first glance at Barney and then shift his focus to their father. Remember this, because it will be important later.
So let's focus on Barney in this moment (because this is a post about him, duh). Specifically when he says "Clint."
While we might interpret this as a warning to prevent Clint from doing something stupid, because Barney might have known it would upset him and make him do something reckless. But based on Barney's reaction afterwards, you can get the impression that it was the first time when Clint did something like that.
At that moment during dinner, Barney probably shouldnât have know that Clint would react this way. So this "Clint" warning doesn't make any sense. Given that Clint was known to be a well-behaved child and Barney was his polar opposite, we have to look elsewhere for an explanation. And I'll rush you with my theory.
Since we know from All-New-Hawkeye, Barney was the one who always stood up for his brother (for example: Barney took the blame when they were suppose to work, but they sneaked in to see a perfomance)-
-then Clint might have been looking at Barney, hoping he would speak up against their father. Since he has been "obedient" so far, itâs reasonable to think that Barney might have developed a habit of standing up for him. After all, Barney didn't care about their father's opinions and hated his guts, so he could also speak on Clint's behalf just to piss their father off.
But when Clint realized that Barney had no intention of that, he reacted himself, which, as I mentioned earlier, was something he had never done before.
That's why I think the "Clint" could be interpreted as "Clint, not this time." Especially since Barney appears resigned to me.
Now you might be wondering: Why didn't Barney react? Why did Barney change his attitude? The answer is simple! This whole situation happened after Clint lost his hearing.
Let's take a closer look at this: Barney in Hawkeye (2012) is much calmer than in earlier comics showing him as a child. Here, we see that he's trying to take care of his brother (like when he came to Clint's room after the whole incident and brought an ice pack for the bruises). I think he stopped being so "rebellious" at home to not upset their father. Probably out of fear; if their father was capable to beat Clint so badly that he lost his hearing, what else might he be capable of?
So it's only logical for Barney to temper his normal behavior.
-A Troublemaker
Let's return to the topic of fighting: We can see that he learned how to fight so he could defend himself from his father. And due to his previously mentioned behavior, we can get the impression that he engaged in fights very often as a child.
He must have learned these skills from somewhere, so itâs clear he picked them up outside the home.
How did he learn? Who did he learn from? I don't know! It was never shown or mentioned where he learned all this, but I have theories.
Personally, I think Barney got himself in the wrong crowd during his childhood. Why?
Barney's main 'thing' in the comics is that he was in his brother's shadow and wanted to outshine him. And seriously, this is one of the main reasons why Barney hated his brother when he was in Dark Avengers lol. I honestly believe that their parents, especially after Clint lost his hearing, focused more on the good behaved younger brother, which may have led Barney to seek attention elsewhere. As a troublemaker, Barney likely engaged in stupid and dangerous behavior to gain the approval of othersâbehavior that fits his character trope. And I'm talking about drinking alcohol and stealing candy from the store.
Barney was shown twice drinking alcohol without flinching. While itâs possible he started drinking occasionally because their father did the same, I believe itâs likely that he also picked up this habit from other kids.
Adult Barney in the comics is portrayed as a charismatic guy with notable leadership skills. That's why I think that he definitely had a lot of childhood friends and wasn't a loner. However, he probably was not as popular as he wanted and due to his difficult personality (his bad temper), he certainly did not have stable friendships. This means thereâs a good chance Barney fell in with the wrong crowd and because out of desperation to be liked, he would definitely do stupid things.
This kid was good with people. He was a fast-talker and had the ability to easily persuade people. Like, he successfully convinced Carson to take in two orphans from an orphanage. C'mon, he clearly had skills.
Barney is a manipulative bastard, who had a natural knack for playing people like a fiddle. I don't think I need to provide much evidence for that; after all he was in the mafia and held a high position there as an undercover FBI agent. That says it all.
The beginnings of his manipulating and persuading tactics began in childhood. We see in that infamous panel how he used his brother to do his chores. Of course, Clint started it on his own, hoping it would prompt Barney to stop being such an asshole. But you can bet that Barney did everything in his power to ensure Clint continued to do his chores. You can see it in his smirk.
(Solo Avengers 1988 #2)
From Avengers: Roll Call, we also know that Barney was bored and unloaded his anger on Clint by bullying him. Does this make Barney a villain evil brother? No. Based on other Clint's memories, he wasn't abusive, he was simply an asshole. And Clint, desperate for any form of affection, ended up in a this mix with Barney. It's a recipe for disaster.
Another intriguing detail worth mentioning is that Barney clearly had a thing or two on his conscience. We can see from the interaction between him and Jacques when the old man tried to persuade him into stealing.
"But you, you're a scrapper, Barney. Something tells me you know what it takes to survive"
So we know he wasn't an innocent child then. And Jacques was aware of this and knew that Barney would not refuse such offer. Of course, it can be said that he knew survival techniques from the orphanage, since as we know, the life in there was not sunshine and rainbows. But as we know from their life, their hardest lessons in survival came from their father. For years, Barney has learned how to play dirty to survive, even more than Clint. As Barney himself reflected in Hawkeye: Blindspot, he was the "Tricky One."
Did he steal before? Possible. Maybe he stole things in the orphanage. Or maybe candies from the store like I said before. No matter what, we know that he wasn't a good child.
-ENVIOUS
Since weâre discussing Barneyâs involvement with stealing for circus, itâs worth noting that his agreement was fueled by jealousy. Because Clint got more attention and could do something better than him. This jealousy was never about wanting to be a performer/archer himselfâcontrary to what some people in fandom might think, Barney never showed any desire to be a circus attraction like his brother. In fact, when Swordsman offered them the chance to be his assistants, Bernard immediately refused.
He was simply envious of the attention Clint received and didnât care about the circus itself. This jealousy made him more willing to engage in theftsâhe was driven by a desire to be better than his brother in something. And well, being a tricky was one of the few things Barney excelled at.
2. What kind of brother was Barney?
-A TEACHER
The fact that Barney took care of his brother is already known from the post. He taught him everything from silly things like tossing a coin into a bottle, to more practical skills such as driving a car (possibly even a motorcycle) and how to talk with women. This shows that Barney genuinely cared for Clint and didn't want him to be a loser in life. Which makes sense since Bernard was in some way his caretaker after their parents deaths.
-A PROTECTOR
But more of him being "a caring big brother" was shown in All-New Hawkeye. While I don't like Hawkeye All-New, I do appreciate how it delves into Clint and Barneyâs past.
Barney is the one who goes to their foster father and took the blame, because he did not want this bastard to hurt Clint.
He was also the one who offered to earn money for Clint so his brother could focus on learning archery instead and wouldn't be kicked out of the circus.
He repeatedly shouldered every responsibility and tried to protect him.
As previously mentioned, when Barney first got involved in "work" for Carson, his initial motivation was jealousy of the attention Clint was receiving and a desire to prove his own worth. However, as time went on, Barney became less enthusiastic about the thefts but felt compelled to continue. He knew that stopping could lead to them being throwed out from the circusâthe only place where they could call a "home". And despite everything, he was determined not to drag Clint into this mess too.
In Hawkeye Vol. 3, itâs noted that Barney encouraged Clint to pursue his education ever since they escaped from the orphanage. I interpret this as Barney recognizing that life in the circus was neither secure nor ideal. He was not emotionally attached to this place, viewing it merely as a temporary situation. Barney wanted Clint to have more opportunities beyond the circus, which contrasted sharply with his brother belief that the future was bound there.
(Thatâs why I dislike the trope in fanfics where Barney is portrayed as someone who would let Clint to die because of circus. NO. While joining the circus was initially Barneyâs idea, they stayed because it was their only option at the time. Barney would always choose his brother over the circus. He only left because he was fed up with living that way and saw no way to get Clint out, since Clint was too stubborn.)
Whatâs interesting to me is that Barney seems to have stopped stealing for the circus once he became an adult, considering their conversation after Clint was offered the chance to join to the "business".
(I KNOW that this comic was made before All-New Hawkeye and thatâs why Barney reacted this way. BUT Iâll interpret it however I want, and there's nothing you can do about it.)
I donât know why Barney stopped, but perhaps when he became an adult, he was able to take on more demanding jobs in the circus and no longer had to steal to pay for their upkeep (plus, Clint started performing and earning money). And as we can see, Barney doesnât want Clint to steal. Even though Barney had do the same thing as a child to keep them in the circus, he didn't want Clint to fall into that same trap.
-A CARETAKER
FINALLY, Iâd like to shift the focus to Barneyâs role as a caretaker for his brother, particularly during their childhood, even before they ended up in the orphanage and Barney had to fully assume the role of guardian. Specifically, I want to delve into Barneyâs responsibilities a caretaker when Clint lost his hearing.
I donât have comic panels to back up my words because the comics donât delve deeply into Clintâs past as a deaf child. However, Iâll draw on real-life knowledge to support my points. Although Iâm not a sibling of a deaf person, but I have deaf friends and have read a lot of psychological studies to better write the dynamics of Clint in his family lol.
Sometimes a hearing sibling, often under parental influence, takes on the roles of caregiver, rehabilitator, or translator for their deaf sibling. They're often actively involved in therapeutic processes, taking on numerous responsibilities related to helping their deaf sibling in their everyday life.
Why do I believe Barney had such a role? The answer is simple: Barney knows ASL since he was a child.
I know it doesn't immediately meant that he had this kind of resposibility. But hear me out. We donât know if their parents learned ASL and how Clint learned it, but one thing is certain: Barney learned it with him. Depending on how we imagine the situation, Barney could have acted as a communicator between Clint and their parents, as well as with the outside world. I've read about cases where deaf kids learn sign language, and hearing siblings often pick up the language better than their parents. This often leads to the siblings acting as translators between parents and deaf child.
Another evidence is that he was also present during Clint's visit to the doctor.
Barney probably really wanted to be present during this, but why did his parents let him? I find this strange. Maybe they just expected Barney to help take care of his brother?
This certainly made Clint more dependent on his brother.
Clint clearly was dependent on him, since he always consistently influenced Clint's life decisions. Why did Clint run away from the orphanage? Because it was Barney's idea. Why did Clint join the circus? Because it was Barney's idea. Why didn't Clint leave the circus when he discovered its true nature? Because Barney said it was the only way they would survive.
Why did Clint later want to leave the circus despite his reluctance? Because Barney wanted to leave.
As Barney put it in All-New Hawkeye, "Where I go, Clint goes." Clint's life revolved around his older brother for many years. Mainly because after their parents' death, he only had Barney. But even before that, we can feel that Barney had a significant role in his life.
For instance, we see this during the moment they received the news of their parents' passing.
Barney only needed a few seconds to comprehend what happened before he immediately focused his attention on Clint, ignoring his own feelings at the moment. Maybe he wasn't fully aware at the time, but he felt from that moment on he would have to take care of Clint completely.
We need to be aware that Barney wasn't an ideal brother for such a role. He was full of anger, bitterness and of his own problems that he couldn't fully address due to their situation. He was just a kid himself. Barney was thrust into the role of a parent and teacher when he himself needed a parent and teacher. His attempt at "raising" Clint was a series of trial and error because he had no idea what he was doing.
But despite being a troubled child, Barney did a good job taking care of Clint, at least considering what Clint says about him in Blindspot.
I know many fans are angry at Barney for leaving Clint, but I see it as a moment when he finally did something for himself. He accepted that Clint was mature enough to decide for himself. Besides, him leaving Clint's life was good for Clint because if he had stayed, his brother probably would have never left Carson (or he would have joined the military with him) and never found himself. Clint relied on his brother for so long and he needed to be on his own for a while to find his place in the world.
3. The summary
Barney was hot-headed, extremely bitter, and was the most angry kid ever. But he also adapted well to the situation imposed on him and tried to help Clint adapt as well. We know anger often stems from fear, and to me, Barney is a scared child who doesn't know what to do but still wanted to do something.
And that's all I wanted to write about his childhood. Was Barney an angel? No. Was he the worst brother in the world? Also no. Does he need therapy? Absolutely.
#barney barton#clint barton#hawkeye#marvel#meta#my posts#I have been making this post since September and fought with the English dictionary to make it sounds good lol#i hate it#started making it. had a breakdown. bon appetit#i'm so nervous to publish this
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What Needs to Be Done
Summer of Bad Batch | Week 13 | Prompt: Crashing Hard
Summary: Crosshair was so sure he made the right choice, the only choice... But now he has doubts.
POV: Crosshair
Rating: PG
(Word Count: 650)
Notes: I've been wanting to delve more into what Crosshair might have gone through in season 2 before "The Outpost," especially since I think his confession to Hunter of "I've done things. I've made mistakes" refers to far more than just the Imperial missions we saw him on. I might expand on this storyline in the future; for now, here's a short little ficlet since there's only so much Crosshair angst I can write at the moment.
"CT-9904, report to Captain Dask for your next mission."
The operation involved relocating the inhabitants of Quwan to an Imperial holding facility to await the construction of a factory on their homeworld, a factory they would man in service to the Empire. Those who did not appreciate the opportunity, those who resisted, were not given a second chance, and so the people learned very quickly not to resist. The families cried as their homes were burned to make way for the factory; the children cried as they were hustled onto ships by armed troopers. Crosshair had completed operations very similar to this before; but for some reason, this time he heard Hunter's voice echoing through his mind: Crosshair, I've seen what the Empire's doing, occupying planets and silencing anyone who stands against them. You know it's not right.
But it didn't matter what he thought was right. "Good soldiers follow orders," he thought to himself, though the words had started to grow stale. "We do what needs to be done," he repeated like a mantra, drowning out the memory of Hunter's plea.
******
He heard the rumors, whispers about an attack on Rampart's Venator, intel extracted that proved instrumental in causing Rampart's demise. The Defense Recruitment Bill was passed, but Rampart was gone. And while no one had been able to ID the infiltration team, Crosshair listened to the details of the attack, and he knew who had done it. "They were fools, they won't let themselves see the bigger picture," he told himself, ignoring the painful wrenching in his gut at the reminder of his old squad, though the traitorous thought crossed his mind that he wished he had been with them, wished he was with his brothers now.
******
"Three CTs have gone AWOL and were recently spotted in the market district," the lieutenant addressed the hand-picked squad. "You are to apprehend them. One chance to surrender, one chance only. That is all."
"Traitors," he scoffed to himself, pushing down his unease upon learning that the CTs in question had been part of his detachment during their most recent operation on Vurun. He knew nothing about them, they hadn't even spoken to him the entire mission... so why did he worry about what he might have to do? And why did wish he could have left too? Going AWOL was pointless; they were tracked down soon enough.
"Traitor," he thought again, carefully aiming as one of them tried to run, though his finger trembled on the trigger...
Cody weighed on his mind, haunted his dreams for weeks afterwards...
******
He waited outside the ship preparing to depart for Barton IV; there was no point standing any longer than he had to inside the ship with all the other clones who always ignored him. A group of unarmored clones passed by, questioning an Imperial officer about forced retirement. He knew more clones were being decommissioned, but he wasn't concerned. That wouldn't happen to him. He was useful to the Empire. He had purpose as a soldier.
And he tried not to think about the long years stretching before him, serving as a soldier until the day he died, no friends, brothers gone, all alone.
******
Mayday.
Gone.
He had served as a soldier until the day he died, had outlasted most of his friends, all his brothers gone, and the lieutenant was now ordering Crosshair to leave him... to leave him all alone.
Crosshair had believed the Empire offered him purpose.
He didn't believe it anymore.
"Lieutenant," Crosshair said, the only warning he was willing to give.
He released all his anger and doubts as he avenged Mayday, and suddenly found that this release had sapped all his strength, sapped all his belief in purpose, and he collapsed, no longer caring what happened to him.
I... It needed to be done, was his final thought as the darkness closed in around him.
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#the bad batch#star wars the bad batch#summer of bad batch 2024#week 13#crashing hard#tbb crosshair#tbb fanfiction#crosshair angst
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I have to ask about Clint/Loki/Mobius for the WIP folders!!!
I'm so glad you did because I'm obsessed with this idea but have been quietly vibrating about it in my corner. đ So thank you for the ask! <3
I first teased this idea here.
The premise is: Clint (in his Ronin era) ends up in the custody of the TVA and runs into Loki and Mobius. Clint is furious that of all the people who died in the Snap (esp his family), Loki somehow survived (even though he was told by Thor he had died).
Loki is shocked because to him, it's felt like barely a couple of weeks since he was last in NY, working alongside Clint, who he may have formed an attachment to and definitely slept with. But Loki and Mobius are together at this point.
Whenever this is set, there's no pruning so it's not clear what to do with Clint, who is filled with a lot of anger and despair and a desperate need for that all to go away. Loki feels pulled between the feelings he still has for Clint and the desire to help him, and what he now has with Mobius, mixed with the shame of what he did in the past. Somehow, they end up in bed together.
In my head, there's a perfect fic in all of this that deals with grief and comfort and forgiveness and giving up control and being vulnerable with the person you love and trust who loves you regardless of your flaws. And it would be amazing if someone else wrote it and I could just read it, but since this feels very much like a "just for me" treat, if I want to read it, I have to write it. đđ
Here is another snippet because I never tease this one:
âHow do you do it, huh? I heard you were a frost giant but it feels more like youâre part cockroach, to survive this many times.â âAll right, thatâs enough,â Mobius said, when Loki flinched. He was smiling, but his eyes were hard. That look softened when he glanced at Loki. âThis was a lot easier when we plunked them down in front of a Miss Minutes video.â He turned his attention back to Barton. âOur old explanation doesnât really work anymoreâthings are in flux here nowâbut long story short, youâre a variant. There are other timelines out there with Clint Barton; youâre one of many.â âThe Loki you knew died at the hands of Thanos,â Loki forced himself to say. The footage from the Sacred Timeline was still fresh in his mind. âThat was no trick. Iâm merely a variant, like yourself.â Barton eyed them both. âAnd you work here? How the hell did that even happen?â âItâsâŠa long story,â Loki said, with a sigh. âMore importantly, we will return you to your timeline and you can carry on with your life.â âYou know me,â Barton went on, as if he hadnât spoken. âIf there really are an infinite number of me out there, how is it that you know me?â Loki winced again. As much as heâd wanted to confront his past, he hadnât imagined it would be like this. âMy path was very much the one of the Loki you knew,â he said. âHowever, mine diverged after the Battle of New York. I was picked up by the TVA and brought here.â âHow much like the other Loki?â There was no getting around it then. âThe same,â Loki said, meeting Bartonâs eyes. âTo all intents and purposes, that was me.â He swallowed. âAnd although you may have difficulty believing me, I am truly sorry for what I did when I first came to Midgard.â Bartonâs eyes narrowed. âWhat I didâ could cover a lot. Loki suspected they were both thinking of specific moments. He wondered if Barton would give voice to them with Mobius here.
From this list.
#it's so good in my head y'all#mobius gets to be a little bit dom daddy like in S1#loki has two hands#variant clint gets his family AND his best friend#it's perfect#if only i could just dump it out of my head đ€Ł#wanderingflame wip#lokius#clint barton#no idea what i would even call this ship#Hawklokius#Lokiushawk#???#tag game answers#frosthawk
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Professor Layton and the Spectreâs Call!! I actually discovered ordering the game from the UK with shipping was actually cheaper than ordering the American version of the game, there were no major differences that I could tell as they still had the original English voice actors.
I enjoyed this game!! Not my top favorite installment but I still had a great time and loved the new characters. The puzzles were well designed and had nice scaled difficulty and the mini games were really neat too. The Eternal Diva references were so blatant lmfao but Iâm excited for Miracle Mask! I was also super exhausted when writing the summary so sorry thereâs so many errors and I use the word fun a million times ToT
The Descole and Tea sticker are from JordyDrawsMerch! All other stickers are from Daiso. Writing typed below!
Rating: 8.3
Played: Sp 2024
Port: DS on 3DS
Favorite? Y
Replayable? Y
Recommend? Y
Series: Professor Layton
Comments
Emmy and BABY LUKE!!
OH THANK GOD ITâS CHRISTOPHER ROBIN MILLER
Ngl im so excited to watch the anime, I love the animation sm
Oh Layton is not taking Claireâs death well at all
I love how animated the background now is!!
Beautiful music as always
Does Clark have the same VA as Dmitri lol
THE WORLD WILL END? Damn Luke
The specter looks like one of those little kingdom hearts guys
Lukeâs been a LaytonMobile hater since day one lmao
Luke is especially funny in this game
Layton taking Luke to the black market is so wild
THE PUPPET PLAY IS ADORABLE
Iâm going to fight aunt taffy
Ooo we get to play as Emmy
Holy shit Emmy
GIRL FROG
Emmy asking if Layton always pokes lamps he sees is making me think he physically touches everything the player taps
The convo with the meowing man???
CHELMEY AND BARTON
Based anti-cop npc
THE DYNAMITE WORKS LMAO
Is Hershel gonna get a cask of amantilladoâd T^T
The canals are so pretty i like the design of misthallery
Oh i do not like the police chief
I LOVE YOU EMMYYY
Grosky is very funny
Omg the cliff death police cover up reminds me of killer frequency which i just watched a playthrough of
FUCK JAKES
Whereâs phoenix when you need him
JAIL BREAK JAIL BREAK!!!
I love descoleâs voice
YAAA LADDER VS STEP LADDER
NESSIE???
The story book stories and animations are so CUTE!!
I wonder if Naiya was added to the game to hit at the Eternal Diva
This kinda reminds me of a pokemon movie but I donât remember which one it was
^^ it was pokemon heroes when latias and latios were caught ^^;
AN OCARINA!!!
Creepy fucking factory music ToT
Oh dear. I seem to have stepped on a hexagonal spanner
Descole always serving massive cunt
Woah the golden garden is beautiful
Ohh so thatâs why Luke was fork life certified in plvspw
ZAMN T^T
THE WAY THE SPRITES WALK KILLS ME LOL
I really like these little episodes from others POVS! ^_^
Summary
This was such a fun origin story for Luke and Layton. Very much a classic Layton game with world ending machinery and gorgeous environment design. I really liked both Emmy and Descole, thereâs a more serious undertone than with Don Paolo as the main villain (even though I do love Don Paolo). Emmy is amazing!! I was afraid she would be sidelined like Flora was but Iâm glad to she stands her ground and does what she wants to do. I alos like how we got to go on our own adventure as her to London, sheâs a character that doesnât need to rely on Hershel to solve everything. Meeting Luke was great, loved his blank stare. It was fun seeing his origins and how Clark and Hershel knew each other. Iâm curious how the prequels will play into the New World of Steam, especially now that Lukeâs family have stories and sprites (unlike in the original trilogy). Loved the ACAB story, v nice to play while Iâm still so mad at whatâs happening to university students currently. Descole was so fun, I am obsessed with his outfit and personality. Unfortunately I was spoiled on who he is but Iâm very excited to learn more. I think similar to Ace Attorney, the fourth installment is that last game in the classic 2D style, which is sad but PLvsPW makes me very hopeful about 3D Layton. The overall story was fun, I really liked the sub plot about the Ravens - that was really fun (i was so tired writing this omfg). I wish we got a little more backstory on the rich guy who died, I feel like thereâs more to the story. OO I loved the little episodes, especially the one about Chelmey. They added a lot of fun context and gave more life to the NPCs. Such a fun and classic Layton game, I canât wait to play Miracle Mask! (And read the light novels). This wasnât my favorite Layton game but I still really loved it and had a great time and loved the puzzles â thatâs all I want from PL!
#journal#journalsouppe#bullet journal#video game journal#professor layton#spectres call#last specter#professor layton and the spectres call#professor layton and the last specter
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FIC REC WEEK 51 â HOLIDAY SEASON
SERIES: The Avenger's Favorite Holiday Moments (2013) by Era_Penn
Pairing: Gen Rating: G Words: 2,765 Tags: Team as Family, Domestic Fluff, Warm Fuzzy Feelings
Summary: The Avengers celebrate the holidays, too, and for this year's, I decided to write about each of their favorite moments centering around Christmas.
Reasons why I love it: This fic gives me all of the early Avengers Tower-era family feels. I've always loved Christmas, and this series manages to capture the magic of the season perfectly. It's warm and soft and cozy, and I guarantee that it will leave you with a smile, no matter what kind of a day you're having. So if you're looking for a pick-me-up, you've come to the right place!
This series consists of:
Lights All Aglow
Pairing: Gen Rating: G Words: 417 Tags: Traditions, Gifts, Tony Stark Feels
Summary: Tony Stark's favorite moment is the silence on Christmas morning. But he mainly loves it because it is broken quickly.
Reasons why I love it: I love the thought of Tony being all cozy in his armchair with a cup of hot cocoa, it makes me happier than you can imagine. This whole series is full of lovely moments, but this is one of my favorites, because I relate to it so hard. Definitely check this one out, it's wonderful.
Cookie-Cutter Crazy
Pairing: Gen Rating: G Words: 301 Tags: Cookies, Foodfight, Natasha Romanoff Feels
Summary: Natasha doesn't really know how to do holiday spirit. But she does love a good cookie.
Reasons why I love it: This is such a lovely take on Natasha as a person and her experiences with Christmas. I love how readily she lets herself fall into the magic of it now, with the team at her side like an imperfect little family. It's amazing, and I hope you go and check it out for yourself!
Deck the Halls
Pairing: Gen Rating: G Words: 336 Tags: Gift Wrapping, Decorating, Clint Barton Feels
Summary: Clint has two different favorite moments, for two very different reasons, that he associates with Christmas. One to share, and one just for him.
Reasons why I love it: This captures Clint so perfectly. I never thought about decorating being something that Clint would love to do, but it makes complete sense in my head. I love this one, and I hope you check it out!
Tree Trimming
Pairing: Gen Rating: G Words: 359 Tags: Christmas Tree, Love, Thor Feels
Summary: Thor just loves picking and decorating the tree. It makes him feel close to everyone.
Reasons why I love it: Picking out the tree has always been one of my favorite parts of Christmas, so I totally get Thor's excitement. The thought of the whole team wandering around and having snowball fights over which tree they want is so fucking wholesome, I want to cry. I love this one so much, you definitely have to read it!
Perfect Packages
Pairing: Gen Rating: G Words: 693 Tags: Reminiscing, Gift Giving, Steve Rogers Feels
Summary: Steve loves the look on peoples faces when they receive the perfect gift. But that isn't the only reason he loves to find the perfect present.
Reasons why I love it: Awww, I love the choice for each gift that Steve gives to his team, both the old and the new ones. The descriptions make me smile every time I read it, especially Bruce's second gift. This fic is lovely, and you should definitely read it!
Christmas Candy
Pairing: Gen Rating: G Words: 304 Tags: Cooking, Not Alone, Bruce Banner Feels
Summary: Bruce likes cooking, and he likes it when his creations mysteriously disappear even more. He isn't just cooking for one anymore.
Reasons why I love it: As a certified foodie, this fic makes my mouth water. I want to have every candy Bruce listed, right here, right now. Definitely check this one out! Fair warning though, it might make you hungry.
Orderly Chaos
Pairing: Gen Rating: G Words: 355 Tags: Plans, Home, Phil Coulson Feels
Summary: Phil likes to be the man behind the scenes, subtly creating the magic. And he likes to see others happy as a result of his efforts.
Reasons why I love it: This is exactly what I love about Phil as a character, his pleasure in making sure that everyone else is having a good time. It's absolutely perfect and an amazing ending to this wonderful series. Definitely make sure to check it out, because it's one of my favorites!
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Level 42
Summary: One shot. A former guard from the Siberian HYDRA facility tells Bucky a secret that sends him back to the structure to find someone.
Length: 5.7 K
Characters: Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Nick Fury, Thor, Yelena Belova, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, OMC, several OFC, OCC.
Warnings: Memories of mistreatment, forced cryostasis on non-super soldiers, lost love, anger, angst, Bucky making a decision that you may or may not agree with.
Author notes: For some reason I had a bit of an earworm moment that spurred me to write this story. I heard Level 42's Something About You and kept hearing it or seeing the number 42 in weird places. So this is what came from all of those different exposures. I thought long and hard about Buckyâs decision at the end. In a sense, his former handler paid for the decisions of those before him.
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The drive to the prison wasn't a pleasant one for Bucky, as he sat in the passenger seat of Sam's truck. Even though he appeared to be tapping his fingers to the music playing from his phone, Sam could see the tension increase the closer they came to their destination. They were only going there to see someone from Bucky's past, his HYDRA past, on a request from the person. At first, when the request was initially made, Bucky said no.
"The man tormented me," he explained to Fury, who called him into his office to pass on the official request. "He was abusive verbally, physically, and mentally. I don't want to see him."
"Well, he says he has information for you and only for you," replied the director. "It could be a way to get some closure on that time in your life."
"He has nothing to say to me that I want to hear," insisted Bucky. "Nothing."
"Alright, I'll notify the prison administration that you refuse to see him."Â
That was a week ago. Two days ago, another request was sent to Fury, but there was an addition to it; the phrase "Level 42." When Fury said it to Bucky his face hardened, then he sat forward, boring his eyes into the man.
"Just those words?"
"Yes. What do they mean?"
Bucky sat back, his face a mask. Then he nodded.
"Alright, I'll go," he said. "But not alone. I want a witness. Sam."
He stood up to leave.
"Barnes, what does Level 42 mean?"
For a moment, Bucky hesitated, then he shook his head and walked out. Fury looked up at the ceiling.
"Friday, what does level 42 mean?"Â
The answer, the name of a British jazz-funk band from the 1980s meant nothing to him and considering Barnes was the Winter Soldier then, likely didn't mean anything to him, either. They got their name by taking the 42 from The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, where it was said to be the answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe and Everything, which was also the title to the third book in the series. As Fury read the description of the third book, he saw something that troubled him and wondered if that had anything to do with it. Leaning back in his chair he thought for a moment.Â
"Friday, go through the HYDRA files. Look for anything involving a truth drug called Level 42. Bookmark any other references of that term. Mark for my eyes only."
If he found anything before Bucky and Sam left, he didn't say. They got in the truck and began the long drive to the prison, driving instead of flying because Bucky wanted the time to prepare himself to see Josef Czerny, a Czech born guard for HYDRA.Â
"You want to talk about him?" asked Sam.
"No." Bucky's terse reply wasn't a surprise. Then he let an audible breath out as he reconsidered. "He was a guard in Siberia, a nasty one. Bigger and heavier than me, with a streak of sadism every time I was being punished for my mistakes. He was there the day I returned with the serum that I killed Howard Stark for. Wasn't in the enclosure with the five other soldiers that received it. Good thing for him as he would have been dead after they went on their killing spree. After Karpov left to avoid retribution for wasting the serum on them, he left as well. Just went AWOL. Until he was found during the roundup of people after the release of the HYDRA files, driving a delivery truck in Florida. That's all I know about him."
"What's this Level 42 he mentioned?" Bucky turned to look at Sam. "Fury mentioned it."
"I don't want to say anything until I talk to Czerny," said Bucky. "He could have said it just to get my attention. Chances are he wants to taunt me."
It was early evening when they arrived at the prison. Officially, it was after visiting hours but Fury pulled some strings so they could see the man on their arrival. Their check-in meant Bucky underwent more scrutiny after setting off the metal detectors with his arm. When Sam pointed out that Bucky didn't need weapons to wreak havoc at the prison the warden extracted a promise not to do anything violent. With a scowl that seemed to fill the room, Bucky promised, and they were escorted to the prison hospital.Â
"He was in a super max prison but he's in the final stages of cancer," said the warden. "A couple of weeks, maybe only days is all he has left."Â
Stopping in front of the door to the man's cell, he signalled to the camera to unlock it then stepped back. The lock buzzed and both Bucky and Sam stepped inside a spartan room with a hospital bed, nightstand, IV stand, and several monitors hooked up to a being who was obviously a husk of what he looked like before. His thin frame reminded Sam of the pictures of concentration camp survivors after they were discovered. What was most prominent on him were his eyes, large and hollowed out. They focused on Bucky as soon as he entered the hospital cell, then the man's lips parted in what was supposed to be a smile but there was nothing friendly about it.
"Soldat." Czerny's voice was a raspy whisper. "I knew Level 42 would get your attention."
"What do you want?" asked Bucky, his voice and presence appearing strong.Â
"No comment about me getting my just desserts?" The former guard cackled, then wheezed, setting off some of the alarms on his monitors. He coughed then noticed Sam. "You brought a friend? Didn't trust yourself not to kill me now that I can't fight back?"
"That was your thing," replied Bucky. "I recall many times that you kicked me hard enough to make me piss blood for a week, but I couldn't fight back. I don't kill anymore. Now, what do you want to tell me?"
The man's face changed, revealing a face full of regret and, surprisingly to Sam, acceptance. He nodded, then looked up to the window that allowed him to view a small patch of blue sky. With a shaky hand he gestured to Bucky, who brought a chair closer.
"I'm going to Hell," said Czerny. "I've already seen it, and nothing will keep me from burning for eternity. I have no excuses for how I was when I was in HYDRA other than I liked to be in power over people, especially someone like you. Tormenting you was a pleasure because I was jealous of you, jealous that even though you were the Fist of HYDRA you still fought the programming, you still tried to stay human. I lost my humanity long before I was recruited and even though I told myself I was better than you, I knew deep down I wasn't."
He stopped talking and looked up at that blue patch of sky again.
"That's it? That's all you wanted to say?"
Bucky looked disappointed, then began to stand up.
"She's alive." Czerny still looked at that patch of sky, deliberately not looking at Bucky. "They didn't kill her. Instead, they put her into cryostorage. She's still in one of the lower levels of the Siberian facility, forgotten except for a few of us who knew she was hidden there. In the drawer is a letter. Take it, find her, before it's too late."Â
Bucky opened the drawer of the nightstand and drew out an envelope. Although the envelope was addressed in English to Czerny, it was obvious it was written by someone whose first language wasn't English. Sam stood up, looking over Bucky's shoulder as he pulled the letter out. It was written in another language, Russian, maybe. As Bucky read it, his face changed, then he looked at the former guard.
"Why now? Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"Hate and pride are powerful shackles," replied Czerny. "I'm just a coward. I'm sorry."
All sorts of emotions played over Bucky's face as he put the letter back in the envelope and slipped it inside his jacket. For the longest time he looked at the dying man.
"I can't forgive you for what you did all those years," he finally said. "But if I find her then I'll hope that your end comes quickly and without pain. That's the best I can do."
"It's more than I deserve."
He nodded at Bucky then looked up at the window again, focusing on that blue patch of sky. The other two went to the door, waiting for the click of the lock to let them out.Â
"What's in the letter?" asked Sam, but Bucky just shook his head.
It wasn't until they were back in the truck and had driven several miles that Bucky told Sam to pull over at a roadside rest area. He got out of the vehicle and went over to a picnic table, sitting on the top portion of it with his feet on the bench seat. Taking the letter out he read it again then looked at Sam with tortured eyes.
"She was a Widow, sent for extra training with me. Her mission was as an infiltration agent; to get into the inner circle of a prominent American and take him out. It was before the Stark mission but the only thing I know for sure is that it was the 1980s. She had one of those Walkman cassette players and she listened to a lot of music by a band called Level 42. She loved the music, and I would hear it from the hallway as I approached the training room. It was permitted as being part of her cover but there were times she would repeat the lyrics to me. I had been out of cryo for some time, so I was more myself then. Some of the lyrics came to have a lot of meaning for me, for us."
"You fell in love with each other?"
Bucky nodded. "I didn't even know her name. Wasn't allowed to know so I called her Level 42." He smiled. "I liked the music, too. It was jazzy and there were times she asked me to dance, my style of dancing. She'd look at the camera that always watched us and say she had to know how to do it right for the mission, so they let us continue. Until we took it too far."
"You were caught, weren't you?"
"Yeah." He looked at the letter. "We have to find her, Sam. She made me feel human."
"Okay."
"That's it? No argument, no trying to talk some sense into me?"
"No argument," replied Sam. "She was important to you and if she was brave enough to flaunt HYDRA rules then she likely had a mind of her own."
The next day
Fury looked at both men. "Is she still alive?"
He had obviously found an answer to his question about Level 42. The letter was in Bucky's hand, but he handed it to his boss, knowing he could read Russian, even as the super soldier stated what it said.Â
"According to this letter the chamber is still functioning as the power is still on at the facility. But it won't be for long as the Russian government is planning to destroy it. Something about removing symbols of oppression."
"More like removing evidence of their complicity," grumbled Sam. "We can revive her, right?"
"She's not supposed to be enhanced like Rogers or Barnes was but theoretically, yes," replied the Avengers director. "I suppose you want the quinjet. Who else do you want on the mission?"
The two Avengers looked at each other. "Yelena, Thor and Clint, if he's willing," blurted Sam. "With a sorcerer contingency to transport the cryochamber here if we can't thaw her out before we have to get out of there."
"We better send Banner or Cho to provide medical treatment if anything goes wrong," added Fury. "Wheels up in two hours. I'll call Clint personally and get a sorcerer to bring him here." The two men turned to leave his office. "Barnes, wait." Bucky stopped. "You're sure that she's not enhanced."
"She wasn't when we were together," he confirmed. "Whether they gave her serum when they took her away isn't known, unless you found something."
Fury met Barnes' stern gaze with his own. "It's not clear. They may have given her something, but I don't know if it was a new form of serum. I was looking for something else in the HYDRA files but had increased the search parameters for any reference to Level 42. It mentioned her nickname. It's possible they wiped her memory."
"Understood. If she is out of control both Thor and I will be there."
He left, hurrying to catch up to Sam. Both men prepared in the locker room; Bucky changing into his tactical suit, while Sam put his inner layer of clothing on. The flying suit would go in its travelling case, and he would put it on just before they arrived. The door to the locker room opened and Clint entered.
"Well, Laura wasn't thrilled, but I needed a change of pace," he said. "What's my role?"
"Firepower and back-up pilot," said Bucky. "We're trying to rescue someone put into cryosleep involuntarily. It's possible she received a serum before she went in but it's not clear. Thor and I may have to restrain her while Sam and a doctor work on her. Yelena is also coming, because of her background as a Widow."
"Another Widow?" Clint looked from one to the other. "How long has she been frozen?"
"Since the late 1980s," said Sam. "We don't even know her name. Bucky only knew her as Level 42, like the band."
Bucky was grateful that Clint didn't say the obvious; if she wasn't given the super soldier serum her chances of survival weren't good. An hour later they were on the quinjet and in the air. He told them everything he remembered about her, and how the guard who was now dying had given him the letter about the power still being on.Â
"You're sure he was on the level?" asked Clint. "This isn't HYDRA trying to get you back?"
"Fury checked satellite footage of the site," said Bucky. "There has been some minimal activity there, but they look like people assessing the structure. They wore jackets with the name of a demolition company. I figured Sam could stay outside and monitor any comings and goings while the four of us enter the facility to locate her. Then we call for Sam and Banner to head down. If we can defrost her there, I would prefer that but if we have to carry the chamber out Thor and I should be able to handle it. Yelena and Clint can pilot either way."
"Why should we help her?" Yelena had barely said anything since being placed on the mission. "The Widows of that time were well indoctrinated. I should know as Dreykov always talked about them being the good years when the Widows did as they were told."
"Level 42 was permitted to listen to Western music, on a Walkman. I was to train her in more forms of physical combat, as well as in stealth manoeuvres. She pushed the limits of our working relationship, inviting me to dance with her. She openly justified it as having to know my style of dancing as part of her infiltration technique, yet I danced to 1940s music, not 1980s. Among other things, she shared the song lyrics with me, lyrics I still remember." He looked at Yelena with understanding. "Yes, most of the Widows then were hard core spies and assassins but she was different, and she made me feel human. Please, help me save her."
She made a face, but nodded in agreement, so he hugged her, surprising everyone. As the flight continued, he went over the layout of the facility from what he could remember. Hopefully, they hadn't changed anything since then. For the remainder of the flight, he sat quietly, looking at the letter. With an hour left before their arrival, they began to get ready, checking weapons, while Sam put the suit on. Bucky wore a backpack with several foil thermal blankets, as well as some heat packs whose temperature could be adjusted. He had also packed some soft clothing, sweatpants and sweatshirt, as well as some medications to strengthen the heart rate. They all confirmed their comms pieces were working. Landing just outside the entrance into the facility, they noticed there were no other vehicles nearby and the door was wide open. Still, they entered with care while Sam kept watch outside, and Bruce monitored them from inside the quinjet.Â
"According to the letter, she is in a storage room 10 levels down," said Bucky, as they approached a stairwell. "I have no memories of being down there, so I don't know if any defensive or protective measures are in place. Go slow, be alert, and watch your backs."
They took the stairs down, although Clint wanted to see if the elevator would work, in case they had to bring the cryo chamber up. It did, although it was slow, and the others reached the 10th level down significantly sooner than he did. The lights didn't come on automatically down there, either. Some turned on by a switch but when they didn't, they had to crack some lighting sticks, which added to the sense of sickly doom inside the corridor. Bucky could barely manage his anxiety as they carefully moved down the hallway, testing each door and opening it to check inside.
"I can smell death in here, Yasha," commented Yelena, in Russian. "There are many ghosts present."
Bucky said nothing, just stopping then staring at a door at the end of the hallway.
"There's a hum coming from that door," he stated. "It's barely audible but it could be a cryo chamber in conservation mode."
They ignored the other doors, heading straight to the one at the end. Finding it locked, Bucky kicked it open, and they saw several cryo chambers, five in all, each of them with a figure inside. The surface of the glass was so frosted over that it was difficult to tell whether each one contained a man or a woman.Â
"Did the letter say there were others?" asked Thor.
"No, but there should be some documentation of who they are in the file cabinets," replied Bucky, going to the first chamber and using the warmth of his right hand to melt some of the frost to look inside. "This chamber is older than the others. There's only a view hole for the face. Puts it in the 1950s or 1960s."
Yelena was at another one, looking for any sort of identification on it. "They have letter and number designations, but it is prefaced with the word Prisoner, so this one wasn't a volunteer for HYDRA."
"We should awaken all of them," said Clint, then he shrugged when the others all looked at him. "They're going to bring this place down. If we don't, they die." He pointed at the oldest chamber. "That must weigh at least a ton. I don't know if you two want to be hauling that many cylinders up. There's no way we can carry all of them in the quinjet. Might need that portal."
Bucky went down the row of chambers, clearing away the frost on each of them but not looking closely at the inhabitant, then stopped at the fourth of the five. Something caught his attention and he stared at the face inside, then cleared away the identification plate.
"This is her." He took a deep breath. "They put her in a cryo suit, but she'll be soaking wet once the thaw process is complete. Clint, you and Yelena go back up. Send Sam and Bruce down with extra emergency coverings and all the dry clothing they can gather. I'm going to start the thaw cycle on her."
They headed back to the elevator while Bucky started the procedure then pulled his backpack down and brought everything out. Thor went over to the filing cabinets, looking for the designations on the folders that matched the designations on the chambers. He found three fairly quickly, when he heard the sound of the chamber with Level 42 opening. Bucky was already undoing all the restraints on the woman who seemed barely responsive. Her body was limp, and she was covered in a film of icy water. Finally freeing her Bucky laid her on a mat that had automatically inflated when he unrolled the thin roll it had been. He placed a thermal sensor on her forehead, noting her body temperature was 30 degrees Celsius. Quickly he covered her with a thermal blanket, wrapping it around her, then placed several heat packs under the mat, allowing it to spread the heat evenly through the mat.
"Do you need my assistance, Buck?" asked Thor. "I have found three of the five files."
"Find the other two," said Bucky. "So far, I've been able to manage and if Sam and Bruce bring more supplies down, they can take over while I awaken the others."
Noticing that the unconscious woman was starting to shiver Bucky quickly pulled her cryo suit off, using his knife to cut into it, remembering how hard it had been to remove it in one piece from his own body. Quickly, he pulled the dry clothing over her, then added socks on her feet and a stocking cap on her head, before tucking her back under the thermal blanket. As her eyes fluttered, he placed his right hand on her cheek.
"L'ubĂmaja [beloved]. It's me, your Soldier. I have found you. Can you hear me?"
She groaned then her eyes fluttered open and she muttered, and he spoke softly to her again in Russian.
"Your vision will return. You've been in cryosleep, radnaja [darling]. Just breathe. I am here with you."
Sam and Bruce, both of them stopping in shock at the site of five chambers, advanced towards Bucky who told them what he had done. The thermal sensor had warmed up to 31 degrees Celsius. Bruce took a stethoscope out to listen to her heartbeat and lungs, then nodded at Bucky.Â
"Keep her warming up slowly," he said. He gestured at the others. "What's their story?"
Thor came, having found the final two folders, dropping them off in front of Bucky. Quickly, he picked up Level 42's folder and opened it, reading the contents that were written in Russian.
"She was treated with an experimental serum, then placed in cryosleep in November of 1989." He let out a tortured breath. "She's been here ever since. Damn them." Flipping through the others he opened the file for the oldest chamber, then sucked in his breath. "Bastards. That chamber on the left contains the daughter of one of Stalin's enemies. She was only 17 when they kidnapped her. They injected her with the same serum I was given but they didn't even wait to see the results. They just froze her."
He got up to look at her face in the small viewing port. Bruce looked through as well, while Sam continued to monitor Level 42's progress. Bucky's face went grim.
"I don't want to even try resuscitating her here," he said. "These old chambers were tricky. We should take her back and try in a controlled medical environment. Theoretically, it would be equivalent to how Steve was thawed out. If she's had the serum her body should be able to handle it. There's no mention of the memory device being used so her personality should be intact."
"I agree." Bruce gestured to the other three. "What about them?"
Bucky opened the next file, comparing the photo inside with the woman in the chamber, which seemed to be an earlier model as well, like a hybrid between the first and third one.
"Imprisoned for saying no in 1974," he said, scowling again. "She rebuffed the advances of a high-ranking HYDRA official who wanted her to be his mistress. She was already married. They killed her husband, then he froze her with the plan to unthaw her when he was old and she was still young, to prove his control over her life. Except, he made a mistake and was executed in 1981. They just left her in the chamber as someone else's problem. No serum."
"We take this chamber back then," said Bruce. "I don't even want to try without medical backup."
They stopped at the third one, which contained a child, a boy. Both men looked at each other in disgust, then Bucky read the file, his face changing into something more sympathetic as he read it.
"Okay, this is unusual. How he got away with it, I don't know. Son of an industrialist who was high up in HYDRA. The boy has cystic fibrosis. His father paid millions of rubles to freeze him in the hope of someday there being a cure. Is there one?"
He looked Bruce who shook his head slightly. "Not really, although the drug therapies are more effective and their life span and quality of life have improved greatly. No serum in this one?" Bucky shook his head. "Okay, we take his chamber back, but his chances aren't good."
They stopped in front of the final chamber and Bucky flipped the folder open without looking inside at the person. His face became dark, and only then did he look at the man inside the cryo chamber for a considerable time. Then he closed the folder, his mouth set in a grim line.
"A HYDRA handler. In fact, he was my handler ... the one who took her away. This was his punishment for losing control of the Asset. He doesn't deserve to live as none of the handlers respected life. I know that as a doctor, you have an oath, but if we leave him here, that wouldn't violate it, would it?"
Bruce let out a significant breath. "No, but what if the authorities here decide to thaw him out? Do you want that?"
"No, but there's something I can do to make it certain he wouldn't be found but he wouldn't be dead, either." Bucky looked at the doctor steadily. "I promise I won't kill him."
With a nod of his head Bruce agreed then he activated his comms piece and contacted Avengers headquarters to find out if the quinjet could handle the weight of three cryo chambers. With the word that it was better to use a portal he requested one and promised to let them know when they were ready. Bucky was kneeling down next to Level 42, who was breathing easier, but still seemed to be a little out of it. Speaking softly to her in Russian, Bucky smiled when she answered one of his comments in flawless English, asking her own questions.
"You're free?" she asked softly. "HYDRA and the Red Room are gone?"
"Many years ago," he answered. "I have many of my memories back, including my name, James Buchanan Barnes. I'm American. I only know you as Level 42. Do you remember how we danced?"
She smiled. "You were a good dancer, James. My name is Renata Irina Volkov. How long have I been frozen?"
A sigh prefaced his answer. "36 years, Renata. I'm not the young man I was then but still not too old to have a life with you, if you wish it. When your vision returns, you can decide, radnaja."
He looked at Bruce, who was still monitoring her temperature and heartbeat.
"Renata, you can go back in the quinjet, if you want the time to talk," he said. "You're very stable. I'll go back with the other three chambers."
"Sam, would you help Renata up to the quinjet while I take care of something down here?"
His best friend smiled, then picked her up, carrying her in his arms to the elevator and taking it up. Bruce called for a portal, then took four of the folders, leaving the one with the handler behind. Thor moved the other three chambers through the portal, returning before it closed then looked at Bucky who still studied the chamber that held his old handler.
"How can I help, Buck?" he asked.Â
"I want to bring down this portion of the room around it, so that it's obscured," said Bucky. "A demolition team would just see debris and leave it untouched as it wouldn't be safe for them to even set charges in here. He'll live like this in the darkness forever. It is what he deserves."
Just before they began to destroy the room, they cleared away the supplies that Sam and Bruce brought down with them to return to the top. Then Bucky checked the functions on the cryo chamber before he and Thor began pulling the room down around it. Satisfied, they picked up the supplies and took the elevator up to the top. No one had approached the facility while they were there. Boarding the quinjet they stowed the supplies then Clint and Yelena started the aircraft, lifting it up into the air. Renata and Bucky looked at it then he helped her back into a seat, gently belting her in before fastening his own restraints. They began the long flight back to the Avengers compound, listening to the band, Level 42, on Bucky's cell phone.
Three months later
"Yuri, Irina, come," said Mariya, the woman who had been frozen in 1974. She watched as the 91-year-old who looked 17 held her hand out to the 57-year-old who was now a healthy 11-year-old boy and hanging upside down from a tree at the Avengers compound. "Hurry, Yasha and Renata will be here shortly. We're having a ...." She looked at Bruce. "What do you call it again?"
"Barbecue," he said, smiling at the dark-haired woman. "Everyone's coming for a barbecue."
She flashed him a smile that filled him with warmth. Her charms were obvious. No wonder the HYDRA official wanted her.Â
"Barbecue," she repeated. "Come or you don't get ice cream!" Turning, she walked back towards the main building with him. "So, you're satisfied with our health, enough to allow us to leave, if we wish. What if, we don't wish to leave? What if, we like living here? Yuri and Irina need a parent. I'm old enough to be their aunt."
"Their attractive and young-looking aunt," interjected Bruce. He noticed Thor waiting for them outside the building with Love. "Wouldn't have anything to do with a 1500-year-old Demi god, would it?"
"Perhaps," she said, her cheeks pinking up. "He has seen much and says we can split our time between here and New Asgard. I don't want to go back to Russia. There is nothing for the three of us there, not anymore."
"Well, you'll all be welcome, since I have to keep tabs on your health anyways. With Irina having super soldier abilities I'm sure they'll want her to consider joining the Avengers. Yelena and Bucky both say they'll work with her for training, if she wants it."
"Mariya," smiled Thor, putting his arms out.Â
She hugged Love first, who stuck her tongue out cheekily at her father, then she hugged Thor. The other two rushed up.Â
"I win!" Yuri jumped up and down. "I'm faster than you."
"Sure, you are, little man," said Irina, winking at the others. "Nothing to do with the blood transfusion from me that cured you."
"Maybe," he admitted. "But I still won."
They entered the building, seeing Bucky and Renata inside, holding hands. Yuri ran for her, laughing when she picked him up and tossed him in the air. Cheek kisses were given to the other two survivors of the cryo chambers then they headed towards the elevator, going up to the roof top terrace where the barbecue was happening. The celebration of their 3 months of freedom after the years in the cryo chambers had been in the works for a couple of weeks. It was a milestone moment for them and for Bucky, as well, looking with love on Renata as she made the rounds with the other survivors to Clint and his family, Yelena, Sam, and several others who had been involved in their medical care since their arrival.Â
As he watched, his cell phone vibrated and he checked the messages, seeing one that had him nod his head. The Siberian facility was officially demolished, charges placed on all levels, then set off in a sequence that collapsed the interior structure of the site. In a year's time when his old handler's chamber started its pre-programmed thawing sequence, he would be trapped inside a tomb of rock, hundreds of feet inside the ground under the Siberian wasteland. He would still be alive, for a time.
Bucky had no regrets about that, his last unofficial hit. As he told Bruce, some people didn't deserve to live. Placing his phone back in his pocket, he looked up, alerted by the laughter of Renata, Mariya, Irina and Yuri, as they posed for cell phone pictures. Four lives saved because of a guard who finally let go of hate and told him a long-held secret. He looked at the blue sky above them and thanked Josef Czerny one more time. Then he stepped forward and joined the others. Life was so much more enjoyable now.
Is it so wrong to be human after all? (Line from Something About You, by Level 42)
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both matilda and barton were keenly aware that joker was watching them like a hawk. so, although she was tempted to pull away from him, his daughter decided she had just one more thing to do. matilda very subtly tilted her head in such a way that their 'unwelcome guest' wouldn't be able to tell that she was very quietly whispering to him; and at such an audio that even barton barely heard it, in fact. but the important thing was that he'd caught it for she had told him something in code that meant 'just say the word' in relation to joker. it didn't exactly take a rocket scientist to figure out that there wasn't something quite right with their new comedian friend, barton thought.
and how ironic that was for him to think, because unbeknowst to him, arthur was talking about how weird he was acting with what could potentially be one big thorn in his side: the batman. a sigh came from him as the only thing he could think about right now was that the unruly golden ringlets atop his head were going to get so poofy because of the rain. it only appeared to be getting worse and one way this was illustrated was by how the light teal of the also almost doll-like dress matilda wore was becoming a darker hue of teal, which was kind of bad news for her, as it wasn't a cheap dress. it was made out of satin. but between holding onto barton a little longer to maintain the façade that she was upset, or pulling away early and thus breaking the illusion, she chose the first option.
by this time, barton was fully hugging matilda back and looked down at the ground, trying to just listen to her to see if any of this distress could be genuine or whether it was all an act. he maneuvered a hand up to cradle her head then with a shocking amount of gentleness. barton didn't let his guard down, though, as the image of joker's service animal in the corner of his eye reminded him that he wanted something from them. he didn't know what, but if it wasn't obvious before, then it was now. â hey... you're acting like something seriously bad happened, lovebug. you've got to tell me what's going on, â matilda finally pulled away from barton and she covered up both sides of her face at first, before rubbing her hands down it.
matilda silently listened to joker for a moment. no one's threatened you... well, that was pretty untrue, actually. she had one hell of a shiner around her left eye. â honestly, from my friends leaving me stranded in there and ending up with this from some jackass who wouldn't leave me alone, i guess you could just say that i'm... really glad to be out of there. i mean, i tried to leave as soon as you texted me earlier, but this guy stopped me on the way out. i think he must've been as drunk as a skunk or something because he accused me of stealing from him, which i obviously didn't do, â barton knew that that whole story was probably a lie, but he did know that he wanted to kill whoever hit his daughter; no matter what circumstances they were under.
barton was basically seething with anger when he saw the bruise around matilda's eye. â oh? so, you're telling me someone hit you, in there? what'd he look like? and before you say anything, i just want to talk to him, â that was a lie if matilda had ever heard one. she chuckled in feigned surprise at that, raising both of her eyebrows at once. â oh my god... dad. i took care of it, so you don't need to do anything. in fact, please don't. he can get really scary when he's mad, â matilda directed this comment towards arthur before she finally noticed the small puncture wound on his palm. from there, she forcefully took his hand and she barely looked up at him to say, â it seems like you have a big family. what's that like? is it as chaotic as it sounds, or it is nice? â she offered him a small smile. â eh, well, you know that saying ' packed like a can of sardines? ' it's pretty much like that. mm, the dancers up on stage tonight were good, i'll give them that. â
matilda was lying through her teeth about the dancers. but the less that arthur knew, the better. his daughter finally opened up the umbrella that had been loaned to her by barton and gestured towards the other to take it. â your makeup's running, so you can go ahead and borrow this, if you want. as for the drops â sadly, yes. the drug problem here just keeps on getting worse and worse, â barton ever-so-slightly squinted his eyes at joker as if he was trying to read him. he'd let his nails get out of control, that much was for certain, but he had been 'taking a break' from practicing for about a month now... which really only meant he wasn't seeing any patients outside of surgery. and when he did surgery, it was with precautions taken so that his nails wouldn't breach the gloves ( though usually they were shorter and less sharp. ) the thing about gotham metropolitan was that he'd actually worked there quite some years ago, and they did have strict policies about how long your nails could be. but now that he had his own clinic, he could set the hygiene standards for it.
that didn't mean that he wanted it's existence to be known to the public, though, as his main clientele was criminals. forging some documents to make it appear as if he was working at the hospital like he had years ago was his solution to this. and it always helped to have someone on the inside who could quote unquote ' make that official. ' a micro-expression of displeasure seemed to flash across barton's face for just a second as he made prolonged eye contact with him. all the while, matilda wrapped his hand with a roll of bandages she'd taken out of her purse.
the corner of his lips curled as if to say ' i may not even know you that well yet, but i already hate you. '
Joker expects a gruff burst in his ear once his focus settles on Dr. Mathisâ pocket. Matilda dropped something in there. What exactly, Joker canât tell. Neither can the younger Wayne heir from their familyâs defunct terminal. Squinting wonât help, but it does relieve his red-streaked eyes. How tree pollen has managed to swamp the city is beyond him.
Werewolf slips the cigarette from his mouth to cough into his elbow. He resists the urge to paw at his nose. MAC Chromacake pigments dry down matte, but mist already has begun beading on the surface. A pale blue streak trickles from Tragedyâs eye, down his cheek, and into the margins of his scarlet simper. It has no taste.
Blaring horns donât distract him, though incoming footsteps while his back is partially turned compels Joker to glance over his shoulder. The line remains wrapped around Paradiseâs facade and around the corner. Overcast keeps bruising the night sky.
Sokol side-guards Joker on the left. The black wolf-dogâs ghoulish eyes remain locked on the father-daughter duo before them. One of the doctorâs palms bleeds. Joker hones in on it while accounting for both sets of hands. Those hands could never touch a patient. Something isnât right. A chill rolls the length of Jokerâs spine. He rears his chin, tucks the damp cigarette to his lips so he can inhale as itâs dying, then force himself to breathe.
Without moonlight to transform under, the lycan is left to shift from sole to sole; dipping his shoulders and carrying his torso on that subtle current. Each time he blinks, Bruce loses focus. He has more than plentiful clear frames to screenshot and print, but itâs the jostling of the cameras that unnerve him most.Â
âStand your ground and stay in plain sight,â Bruceâs instruction is calm as, âMATHIS, MATILDAâ appears alongside the young womanâs perfect face. No place of employment listed, however. Sheâs in every way proportionate; a living doll. Scars from cosmetic procedures to achieve such a flawless veneer might dent her skin here and there, but Joker isnât close enough to know for sure. Those low-resolution lenses certainly can't reveal if any cosmetic procedures have taken place. âNo oneâs threatened you,â his reminderâs gentle enough to soothe one of his little nieces, âNo oneâs gonna hurt you. Just hold steady.â
A gradual drop of Joker's left hand settles over the bracelet tucked under his cuff. Three quick taps onto the moon-shaped charm with his thumb are followed by three longer taps, then three short taps. Rinse and repeat. Rinse and repeat. Again. The moon symbol lights up once. Joker covers it with his thumb, then allows his damp sleeve to fall back down and resumes smoking. The Chiefâs Special carves his hip. Joker rakes his left hand-heel over the revolverâs snout and remains in position.Â
âIâve got three,â Joker speaks in reference to daughters, but scrunches his face and clarifies, âTheyâre all little, though. My oldest is five,â youngest has yet to be born, âAnd my sonâs a baby.â His chin nudges toward the doors guarded by DalĂâs long lost twin, âHow packed is it in there, Maâam?â Joker asks Matilda, though his voice might be swallowed by the rainâs hiss. âMy wife's on her way. We were just waiting on our sitter,â heâs doubtful Gary had evening plans, âShe likes the cabaret.âÂ
âThat was smooth,â though Bruce knows his older brother canât comment aloud, Joker preens in a fashion that opens his chest up enough for the little brother to know heâs gloating. âNothing about this guyâs behavior is right. Not hers either. Iâm gonna look up his medical license and see if heâs really still in practice. Itâs against board regulations to have nails like that. Unless Gotham Metropolitanâs nixed its scalpel budgetâŠâ Bruce thinks heâs funny. Jokerâs stomach knots in a bow. For that, he paws at his eyeballs and rattles the image Bruce is seeing enough to intentionally trigger a migraine or motion sickness on the younger brother's end. âDo you think they retract like that X-Men villain?â
Joker would roll his eyes if only he could. Instead he puffs enough smoke for a veil to float over his eyes. The rain wonât let it last. Droplets thicken and fall like little guillotine blades. They cut past polyester and soak the satin sleeves of Jokerâs dress shirt so they cling to his skin. His chest cinches, leading Joker to cough again and expel any smoke that might remain in his chest. Once more he checks both father and daughterâs hands, then winds Sokolâs light blue lead tighter around his own hand.Â
âAre they still slinging Drops around like candy in thereâŠ?â Joker speaks to Matilda again, though Dr. Mathis hasnât left his eyeshot, âLast time, we were practically stepping over bodies just to get to the bar.â
âTry to figure out what she does,â Bruce speaks in reference to Matilda, âI donât have an employer for herâŠand sheâs being just as weird as he is.â Before Joker interrupts him with some canned, âYou canât just tail people because theyâre weird,â Bruce stresses, âHe practically admitted to killing that cop, then tripped over it once he knew he couldnât take it back. Worst comes to worst, have Nix give him a shake-down and see what falls out of his pocket.â Joker slackens his jaw, but isnât certain if his brotherâs joking. âMaybe it is Drops.â Certainly wouldnât be a body.
#jokethur#ahh gotcha gotcha! thank you for letting me know that. i just know that everyone-#portrays their characters differently BUT that is very good to know!! and oh ok. that's valid NGL lolll i know that i have completely-#ignored some aspects of what is considered ' canon ' for barton bc i thought they were just terrible so i can kind of relate. but ahh i see#i have seen some of your posts related to them on my dash and i honestly think it's SUPER interesting how you have integrated bruce into-#your joker's story. like them working together is such a cool idea to me NGL but yeahhh that definitely sounds like bruce haha and i mean-#that in a good way ofc!! but i can't say i blame him for getting suspicious of him bc like you said barton was really saying all of that-#with his damn chest like đ uhhh sir i do not think this is the time nor place to talk about how much you hated this crooked cop#but barton is going to do what he wants even though i write him so he did it anyway lol. and oh my gosh-#wellll uh... if it would offer your portrayal of joker any reassurance barton can feel cognitive empathy towards other people? but actually#putting himself in someone else's shoes is usually pretty difficult for him as he has undiagnosed ASPD and that has really contributed-#to his inability to empathize with other people but it is not the sole reason why he finds it hard bc people are more than their conditions#ofc. but damnnn. the way you're describing him right now honestly hit me right in the heartstrings NGL because i love characters-#who try to be brave even though they're scared like... omg đ but OOF that may not be good for criminals like barton for obvious reasons but#good for them good for them LMAO i mean someone has got to do something about all the crime there so if they have to break a few-#bones to do it... * shrugging emoji * y'know? / j i'm joking well mostly (': but them being virtually the same person is really fascinating#to me and now i want to know everything there is to know about your jokers dynamic with bruce + nix now truthfully AHHH#and ty sm for understanding!! i lowkey got so embarrassed once i realized that haha but its good to know it didn't bother you or anything
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A murderous game of cat and mouse
Prologue
Part 1
Summary: The Scarlet witch just couldn't stay away from you, this cat and mouse game was getting annoying, you couldn't blame her though, you missed her too.
Nat loves interrupting you two and pissing Wanda off so it's a win win for her too
Warnings: 18 + Minors DNI, small amount of smut, like R giving Wanda some oral thatâs it (first time writing smut in a while, and even longer since Iâve had any so no judging đ) little knife play of course, Nat being the most annoying woman in the room but also relatable
Tag list: @xxxtwilightaxelxxx
Words: 2,500
"Y/n! Are you listening?" The piercing voice of one of your men Clint barton made you jump dropping the picture you were holding "fuck me Clint why don't you just slap me next time to get my attention"
The man laughed patting you on the back and trying to look at the picture you dropped "what do you have there?"
You didn't let him instead picking the picture up and stuffing it in your bra "you want it, you have to go fishing for it"
"You're gross you know that?" He laughed sitting on the chair opposite you and getting serious for a minute âso, is your stalker still giving you the runaround?â
You shook your head âno, I cockblocked myself by telling her I like the chase and I want to keep going-
âWoah woah woah! Youâre telling me you had this woman in the palm of your hand and you let her go?! I thought you were smart?â You rolled your eyes Nat had already through this with you including a few head slaps then a face slap when you mentioned wanting an orgasm from her to make up for the head slaps
"Yeah yeah I know, anyway do we have anything to do today?"
The man shook his head "no everything's sorted for today, you could go and get your hot stalker" he sent you a cheesy smile and you wanted to smack the smirk off of his face "go home barton" you said blankly and he gave you a thumbs up "see ya tomorrow boss!" He left you alone and you sighed relaxing in your seat leaning your head back and pulling the picture out of your bra looking it over once again, the look on her face while licking the knife would be engraved in your mind forever.
There was a sharp knock on the door suddenly and you whipped out your gun aiming it at the door, how dare someone interrupt your quiet time "state your name or as soon as you open that door I'll blow your brains out"
There was a small chuckle from behind the door and you raised an eyebrow "not much of a cat and mouse game if you come to my office is it?"
The door opened revealing the scarlet witch and you lowered your gun "I'll be truthful my love I hate staying away from you, fuck the game I want you now" she walked to your desk sitting on it facing you "you sound desperate" you say smiling but she just shrugged "you haven't been trying to find me either baby, I was getting lonely"
You pulled your chair close to the desk, she spread her legs so you could be closer to her and you placed your hands on her thighs stroking them "I'm sorry, we've just been really busy here"
She nodded along, placing her hands atop of yours "I understand princess but when weâre you gonna make time for me?â
You dipped your head down sadly âsorryâ
The woman remained stoic âwhereâs your knife?â
"In the drawer" you replied and you opened it pulling the object out, Scarlet took it from you admiring the shininess "I'm glad you kept her clean" she ran the knife along your cheek pressing the tip into your cheek just enough the keep you still "maybe I should punish you for ignoring me, were you with Romanoff?"
Your eyes widened slightly and she clicked her tongue "I see, do you want her dead? Do you want to see the blood pool around her shaking body as the light leaves her eyes?" In a quick second the knife sliced down your cheek cutting you but you didn't flinch being used to the pain knives brought
"Do you want to hurt me?" She asked sadly bringing the knife up to her lips licking the small amount of blood from it making you swallow hard "no, no I don't want to hurt you"
The woman jumped off the desk coming round to behind your chair where you were still sat unsure of what to do "when was the last time you fucked her?" Her arms found the bottom of the shirt you were wearing and lifted it above you head throwing it to the floor then spinning the chair around smiling at the lacy bra you had on
"Tell me" she asked again cutting the straps of your bra carelessly nipping your skin with it
"last night" you finally said and the cutting on your bra stopped and she sliced your other cheek, okay you'd had enough of being cut, she's hot but come on
"Scarlet-"
"Itâs Wanda" she corrected you, her real name? At least you were getting somewhere
"Wanda, how about you calm down, okay?" You took ahold of the knife putting it down on the desk behind you "I want you-"
"Prove it" Wanda said and you chuckled "okay sit on the desk then" you stood and the remains of your bra fell from your body "well, it's a good thing I have more" you looked at Wanda looking at your chest "want a taste?" Her fingers reached your breast holding them in her hands "you're not getting any satisfaction from me today, you're gonna pleasure me" she pinched your nipples and you jerked away "shit there's sensitive"
Wanda smiled "I know, I can't wait to have my fun with them"
You didn't question her instead letting her get up on the desk again and spreading her legs "want a taste?" She mocked you laughing at your rolled eyes
Instead of responding you knelt down pulling her pants down her long legs tossing them away and kissing up her thighs leaving deep purple marks in your wake "don't tease me detka"
You kissed her over her panties revealing just how wet she was, you didn't even take her panties off just moved them to the side moaning at the sight of her wet cunt "shit you're so wet"
"Stop talking and just fuck me" you smiled and licked through her folds seeking out her clit and when you found it you sucked hard feeling Wanda buck into you urging you on
"God you're so good with your tongue" Wanda gripped your hair tight keeping you in place, it didn't matter if you couldn't breathe, not that you minded, if you died like this it would be the greatest death ever
You felt Wanda clench around your tongue knowing she was close you kept going through her orgasm bringing her close to another one prying her legs open when she tried to close them "Y/n...Y/n so sensitive..." she tried but you ignored her licking and swallowing everything she gave you and she was delicious, you could definitely die right now.
"Y/n!" The door slammed open and you had a slight moment of dejavu when Nat's voice echoed through the room, trying to reluctantly remove yourself from between Wanda's thighs but she gripped your hair keeping you in place
"We're in the middle of something Natalia" you heard her hoarse voice say as she tried to regain some control and Nat scoffed "I can see that psychopath, am I allowed to speak to my boss or isn't she finished yet?" you didn't even have to look at her to know she was smirking
Wanda was smirking too, pulling something from her chest pocket pointing it at Nat "how about you talk to her later when she's finished?"
"ooohhh a gun I'm so scared"
You tapped Wanda's thigh and she glanced down at your eyes that pleaded to be let up which she allowed letting go of your hair and pushing you from her with her legs
You stood up facing Nat trying to put on a professional face "Nat, how about we-"
Nat held up her hand stopping you from continuing "before you start, please wipe your face, and put a shirt on I can't take you seriously with cum on your face and your breasts out in the open"
You blushed reaching for your shirt quickly putting it over your head and the looking for something to use to wipe your face when Wanda handed you a tissue "there you go medovyy, I think you look perfect the way you are though" she winked putting her pants back on, you didn't know your face could blush harder and yet you felt like it did
"Anyway Nat what do you need?" You cleaned your face throwing the wipe in the trash looking back at your friend "actually I don't need anything but I heard moaning when I walked past so obviously I had to barge in to make sure my boss was safe"
You went to speak but Wanda was already in front of you with the gun firm against Nat's head "give me one good reason why I shouldn't put a bullet through your skull"
"I could give you hundreds of reasons but I know that's not what you want to hear" Nat was always calm in stressful situations and this was no different "so Y/n we have that dinner meeting with Agatha in an hour so we should probably get ready"
She glanced at the angry redhead "you could come too if you want, having a psychopathic guard dog there would probably be a good thing" she laughed to herself "you won't be laughing when I put a bullet through your head"
Nat sighed "you know I'd blame your anger on being sexually frustrated but I walked in on you being eaten out and from previous experience I know that you've probably had about 3 orgasms so far...she's great with her tongue right?"
You flinched when the handle of Wanda's gun smacked Nat across the face, cutting her lip, which Wanda smiled at before frowning when Nat just chuckled "well, you definitely have a swing on you, that'll prove useful at the meeting, now come on you two the car's waiting"
She left giving you a wink and Wanda turned back to you "she's more of a boss than you are princess, I like her"
You rolled your eyes, jealousy creeping into your body "you like her? You've threatened her and just slapped her across the face with the back of your gun, if that means you like someone I'm a little jealous"
Moving behind your desk to clean some things up and collect your gun Wanda watched you carefully "how do you deal with jealously?"
You finished behind the desk and moved around to Wanda wrapping your arm around her waist pulling her flush against you "I deal with it as well as you deal with it"
Wanda's eyes widened "oh milaya devushka I really want to see that, I'll get you so rilled up with jealously that the red mist takes over your mind and you kill everyone who looks at me" she kissed you hard moaning at the still lingering taste of herself on your tongue "fucking delicious" she said breathlessly and you chuckled
"It's your own taste"
"And I taste delicious-
"Come on you horndogs! We can't keep Agatha waiting!"
Wanda closed her eyes and grumbled "I don't like her anymore"
"Do you actually want to come?" You asked and Wanda nodded "our game of cat and mouse can be on hold for now, I'll be the best guard dog you've ever had insteadâ
"Will you sit at my feet and let me scratch your head? You joked but Wanda didn't instead she did said something that surprised you "I'll wear a pretty collar with a leash that you keep a hold of...and if for any reason you feel like you need it, I'll get under the desk and lick you like the good puppy I can be"
"Shit" you couldn't say anything else, it was just hazy, the thought of this big bad serial killer on her knees pleasing you while you were in a meeting was all you could think about
"Princess? We shouldn't keep the Russian whore waiting, come on" she dragged you out the room still in your hazy gaze imagining her on the floor with her head on your thigh as you softly stroked her hair and when you asked it sheâd be between your legs making the dinner/meeting go so much better
"You'd look so cute with a dog collar" you managed and Wanda smirked "who said I don't have one already?"
"You're going to fucking kill me" you approached the car seeing Nat with a cigarette in her mouth tapping her foot impatiently "I'm glad you could pry yourselves away from each other long enough to come outside, get in the car" she threw away her cigarette and got into the drivers side while you two got into the back
The car was started up and Nat turned to the two of you "I swear to god if you two start doing anything in the back of this car I'll slit both your throats, it's a rental and I don't want to explain to the owners what the stains in the back are"
Wanda flipped her off "we'll do whatever we want Natasha"
The woman sighed before saying "fine, but if she gets action I want some too"
"Y/n won't touch you anymore Nat she belongs to me" Wanda threatened but Nat just looked at her in the rearview mirror "who said I want anything from her anymore? I think our hate hate relationship could leave to some hot sex, plus we're both redheads so it'll be fiery"
Throughout this interaction Wanda's hand flexed on your shoulder gripping it tightly whenever she spoke "and what makes you think I'd touch that dirty body of yours?"
Nat shrugged turning a corner into an alleyway and stopping the car "Maybe one day you're psychotic ass might change its mind, if the woman I normally fuck is now a pet for a serial killer then I want a taste of what she's having"
She got out of the car coming to the back and opening the door for you to get out, you thanked Nat and when Wanda stepped out Nat didn't get time to say anything before Wanda grabbed the back of her neck bringing her into a heavy kiss and slipping her tongue inside her mouth groaning at her taste
"Hmm I'll definitely think about it shlyukha" Wanda licked her lips giving Nat a pat on the cheek
"Takes one to know one psychopath"
You rolled your eyes "if you two are quite done, let's go" Wanda could tell you were obviously grumpy and grabbed ahold of you kissing your neck "are you jealous? Are you going to go into a blind rage?" Her voice was ragged against your neck, you know what you said about being jealous but you'd never hurt Nat, sexually you would sure but you'd never want to kill her.
"No Scarlet witch I won't be killing my friend" a stern tone evident in your voice making Wanda smile "using my stalker name are we? I love it when you're rilled up, can we go killing later? Seeing you up close and personal covered in blood will be the hottest thing I've seen in weeks"
You pushed her away slightly surprising the woman looking to Nat to open the door "let's get this over with" you weâre pissed, you couldnât touch Nat or anyone else because youâd get punished, fucking hypocrite psychopath.
you went through the open door slamming it leaving the two redheads stood there "what the fuck happened?" Wanda exclaimed and Nat laughed "you thought making her jealous would be a good thing? You silly little psychopath"
"But she said she dealt with jealously like me, I don't complain and be whiny about it"
Nat rolled her eyes "you're in for it later, now come on idiot, she's scary when she's mad"
"That's what I wanted but I didn't think shed be mad at me"
Nat pushed Wanda through the door "make it up to her then"
Wanda groaned "all I wanted was to kill people for her and then fuck her while I was covered in blood"
âToo bad, youâre in a relationship nowâ
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The Interview - Chapter 16
The Interview - A Captain America Fanfic
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Rating: Â E
Warnings: none
Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Melody Danes
Word Count: 2126
Summary: Â Melody Danes gets the break of a lifetime when as a lowly intern, sheâs assigned to write a profile piece on Captain America. Â Steve Rogers is a hard man not to fall for and as she and Melody get closer and Melodyâs career takes off, jealousy leads to sabotage, and the potential to bring her whole world crashing down.
Chapter 16
Excitement bubbled in Melody's stomach as she rode the Avengers Tower elevator up with Bobbi. Theyâd both been to the tower plenty of times. Theyâd met all the Avengers. This was different though. They werenât there to sleep over with their prospective boyfriends. They werenât there for a party that half of the city had been invited to. They werenât there for work. Tony Stark had invited them to dinner with the team specifically to get to know them. Heâd even had an assistant call to find out if either of them had any special dietary requirements to make sure they felt completely correctly catered for. He wanted them to feel comfortable because for the Avengers this was the equivalent of meeting the family.
It felt like a big deal. A relationship marker. This was the part where the people who loved them best decided if Melody and Bobbi were good enough for them. Melody just wished it had been Steveâs idea.
Bobbi reached over and gave Melody a push. âItâs going to be fine. Itâs just dinner.â
Melody pushed her back. âI know. I know. It just feels like a big deal. I donât know if I should ask Steve to come meet my parents after this or what.â
âWell, at least you get to think about that as an option,â Bobbi said.
Melody frowned and put her arm around her cousin. âIâm sorry. I know. But you got me.â
Bobbi rested her cheek on the top of Melodyâs head for a moment. âYeah, Iâve got you,â she said. âAnd Buckyâs already met you, and he thinks youâre great. So Iâve got nothing to worry about. Still, there are my sisters, and I hold out hope mom and dad will come around.â
The elevator opened, and to Melodyâs surprise, instead of opening out onto the party deck where sheâd first met the rest of the team, it was straight into an apartment. She could only assume this was the penthouse because it appeared to take up the entire floor, and at least the one above too, as there was a large glass staircase that wound up on the left of the room. Ahead of her were three steps that led to what appeared to be a living room and the top of the Chrysler building dominated the view out of the floor-to-ceiling windows. The Avengers were all sitting on the couches together and they stood when the doors opened. As well as Steve, Bucky, and Tony there, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Sam Wilson, James Rhodes, Bruce Banner, Wanda Maximoff, Thor, Maria Hill, Sharon Carter, and Pepper Potts were all there. Sheâd met them all at the party, though some only very briefly, and while most she knew just due to their fame, there were others whose job it was not to be known by the general public. Melody had Steve go through everyoneâs names before coming just so she wouldnât embarrass herself.
âHere are the guests of honor,â Tony announced, when they approached he stepped forward and kissed each of them on the cheek. âWelcome, welcome. Have you all met? Iâm sure you know most of them from their do-goodings. Thatâs Maria and Sharon. Anyone else you might not know?â
âItâs fine, Tony,â Steve said as he put his arm around Melody. âThey both met everyone at the party.â
âThough some of us only briefly,â Hill said. âItâs nice to see you still around. I donât think any of us have ever seen that before.â
âThis is the first person Iâve even seen Bucky actually date,â Clint said.
âThere was that blind date Natasha set him up on,â Sam replied.
âAlright, alright. We donât all need to be going over my love life in front of my girlfriend,â Bucky said.
Bobbi took his hand and kissed his palm. âYour past doesnât bother me, mi corazĂłn. They can tease.â
âGreat, permission granted,â Sam said, rubbing his hands together. âThis is going to be great!â
Bucky groaned and ran his prosthetic hand down his face. âFuckinâ great.â
âCome on, come on,â Tony said. âDinner wonât wait forever. Letâs go through.â
Melody had never seen a dining table as large as the one in Tonyâs dining room in person before, and while sheâd seen ones on TV just as big or maybe even larger, they featured on shows with vampires, or large mafia families, or epic sagas with Kings and Queens. Those tables were always dark and heavy hardwood. Often they were ornately carved. This was nothing like those tables. It was rectangular and made of what looked like a single piece of highly polished obsidian and sat on a support of polished chrome in the shape of an x.
Steve pulled out one of the black padded chairs for Melody and she took her seat as everyone else sat down around her. As soon as they were seated two waiters came out and began filling glasses. One poured either red or white wine into the wine glasses, while the other poured water into the highballs beside them. Already set out on the table were platters with olives and warm sourdough bread, as well as meatballs, stuffed zucchini flowers, focaccia, and some kind of arancini.
Melody helped herself to a little of everything as the rest of the group filled their plates. She was used to eating with Steve and Bucky at this point and wasnât surprised to see how full Buckyâs plate was, nor how Steve had leaned more into the high protein things like the meatballs over the empty calories of the white bread. She was surprised to see just how much Thor had taken. He had dragged an entire platter of meatballs down to himself and added handfuls of everything else to it.
âSpeaking of peopleâs love lives,â Melody said. âHowâs things going with Mattie, Sam? He talks about you a lot.â
Samâs eyes lit up at the mention of his new relationship. âItâs going great,â he said. âI mean - you know what itâs like dating an Avenger. I donât always have a lot of free time, but weâre having a great time together.â
âOhh⊠is there another meet-the-family dinner coming up?â Tony asked, a teasing tone in his voice.
âIâll happily let all of you degenerates meet him any time,â Sam teased. âBut weâre a little way off taking him back to Lousianna.â
Tony put his hand on his chest. âIâm wounded, Tweety. You wound me.â
The appetizers were already starting to run out and the waiters started to bring out bowls of a rich soup filled with clams still in their shells.â
âThatâs Zuppa Di Vongole,â Tony explained. âIt was one of my grandmotherâs favorites. Or if you donât eat fish, youâre getting minestrone.â
âHow many courses are we having tonight, Tony?â Steve asked.
âJust six,â he said. âI didnât go overboard.â
Sharon, Sam, and Clint started laughing, while Steve, Pepper, and Rhodey shook their heads, the look of resigned disbelief was mirrored in all of them.
âThank you so much for doing all this, Tony,â Bobbi said. âIn a way, it reminds me of dinners with my whole extended family. Only we all cooked together as well. And it was a lot more dysfunctional.â
âGive it time,â Bucky muttered.
âYou donât want to cook with all of us,â Bruce said. âThereâs only a couple of people here who can cook. Most of us burn water.â
âWell part of the fun is passing on tradition, isnât it?â Bobbi said. âBuckyâs a great cook. Weâve been teaching each other different recipes.â
âI didnât know you liked cooking, Bucky,â Sam said.
Bucky shrugged. âYou donât know lots of things about me.â
Sam looked at him deadpan. âWell I was going to offer to share some of my family recipes with you, but see if I do now.â
Melody was using one of her clam shells to pick out the clams from the others, but there was still a lot of soup left in her bowl compared to the people around her. She was a little worried sheâd still be eating by the time the next course came out. She leaned up to Steveâs ear. âI might need your help to eat all this.â
Steve chuckled. âAnd youâre asking me?â
âThink of it as a public service. Your poor hard done by girlfriend needs to save face,â she whispered.
Steve laughed harder and stole a quick kiss. âOkay, Iâll help you,â he said.
âThank you, honey,â she said and kissed his cheek.
Steve shook his head, smiling affectionately as he scooped some of the soup from Melodyâs bowl into his own. She was just getting to the bottom of the bowl when the waiters came out with the next course. This time it was a salad course. Most everyone got a Caprese salad, though Tony and Pepper seemed to have gone for something without dairy that featured pear and red cabbage.
âStill avoiding dairy, Tones?â Rhodey asked.
âWell, cutting it down. Itâs hard when thereâs a Ben and Jerryâs flavor named after me,â Tony said.
âThatâs not the humble brag you think it is, Tones,â Clint said. âMost of the people here have Ben and Jerryâs flavors named after them.â
âAnd not one of them is as good as Phish Food,â Maria said.
âWoah, woah, woah,â Tony said. âHey now, I wonât hear a thing against Stark Raving Hazelnuts.â
Melody was starting to think she might make it through the entire six courses as she ate her salad. It was light and fresh, and it didnât feel like it was filling her up at all. Then the waiters began bringing out the next course.
âGnocchi with pesto cream,â Tony said. âBut itâs a cashew cream.â
Melody took a sip of her wine before she started eating. Before she even took a bite, the conversation had started up again.
âStark said you interviewed him, Lady Bobbi,â Thor said.
âYeah, thatâs right,â she said. âWe had fun. You should do it.â
Tony snorted and took a quick swallow of his water. âSorry. I just imagined what it would be like for your team to be making food from 2000 BCE.â
âJust big slabs of meat roasted over coals,â Melody laughed.
âI would not complain,â Thor said. âA feast is a feast.â
âThat sounds better than what I had to eat. Everything I had was set in jello,â Tony said.
Clint laughed loudly. âAmazing. I canât wait to watch it.â
âSo whatâs the premise?â Sharon asked.
âJust a casual interview while you eat food made from recipes in magazines that came out the year you were born,â Melody said. âWe have other ideas too. But so far we like that one.â
âThat does sound fun. I hate doing interviews and Iâd do that,â Clint said.
âYouâd be so welcome,â Melody said. âI was also thinking of doing a series where we compared things from different chains. Like pizza or burgers.â
âOh, oh, I want to do that one,â Clint said.
âIâll call you to set it up. Thanks, Clint,â Melody said.
âSo what did you have to eat Tony?â Natasha said.
âThere was a red cabbage salad in a jello that tasted like acid,â Tony said. âThis loaf made of creamed liver, this sandwich that was made to look like a cake.â
âMmm⊠sounds so appetizing,â Rhodey said.
âI was a little worried he was going to get revenge with this dinner,â Bobbi joked.
âThereâs still two courses to go,â Sam said.
Tony laughed hard. âSee, Iâm a better person than I thought. That didnât even occur to me.â
Despite Steveâs help, Melody was very full by the time she finished the pasta course. She noticed that most of the other mortals were struggling too. Pepperâs plate was practically full when they took it away and replaced it with Tuscan-style lamb shanks, while the non-meat eaters were given eggplant parmigiana. Thankfully, the conversation flowed freely around the room. So while Melody was feeling overfull, she didnât feel uncomfortable at all.
The fact that Steveâs friends were all so open to accepting both Melody and Bobbi was gratifying. Nothing was quite as gratifying as seeing Steve and Bucky enjoying having Melody and Bobbi fit in with their friends. By the end of the night, Steve had never looked so in love, and it made Melodyâs heart feel full every time he looked at her.
By the end of the night and after a serving of Tiramisu served with Vin Santo, Melody not only felt very full but very content.
She said goodnight to everyone and headed to the elevator with Steve. âWill you spend the night?â Steve asked.
She looked up at him and smiled. âYou couldnât keep me away.â
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers (except me because obvs I have done it). Spread the self-love â€
This is a lovely ask thank you!
Now let's see. 5 of my favorite fics I've written, hmmm.
I know no one asked for explanations but I'll give them anyway XD Here they are (these probably change depending on my mood), in no particular order even though they're numbered:
Lonely Stars Drifting In The Black (gen) Why is it fav? I of course CANNNOT go without mentioning this fic. My first, properly long fic that I finished. I remain so proud of what I achieved here and my commitment to writing it all out and FINISHING it. That used to be something so hard for me to do and I'm so proud of how I managed to write these complex relationships without sacrificing the character's morals. I-m still working on the series that sprouted out of it and I'm STILL so happy about the stories coming out of it. Fandom: Star Wars: Prequels Characters: Jango Fett & Obi-wan Kenobi Summary: It's an easy job, go in, get some information, and then Jango Fett can be on his merry way out of the disgusting Death Watch camp which he has nothing but contempt for. It WOULD be an easy job, that is if it weren't for the chained kid they've got, tied up like an animal⊠Jango sees red and nothing more. He'll make them regret the day they dared to lay hands on a child.
Of The Old Things Hidden In The World (gen) Why is it fav? I consider this one of my most self indulgent projects and I love it for this XD. It's a crossover but I take myself very seriously with it and that's one of the things I like so much about it. Could be silly but I don't let it be. I took a concept that I really liked (Merlin turning Aithusa human) and then I just REALLY ran with that idea. When I would usually hate miscommunication, this story is filled with it but it's purposeful and no one is being stupid about it. Fandom: Merlin BBC x Avengers MCU Characters: Aithusa, Merlin, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff & Clint Barton Summary: Merlin and Aithusa have weathered this world together since the long gone age of Camelot. But now Merlin is in grave trouble and there's nothing Aithusa can do to help him. Merlin has commanded him not to follow, not to help. If Aithusa keeps doing nothing at all, it'll soon break his heart, surely. But⊠this new age has heroes, perhaps they might help. After all, Hydra IS their problem, isn't it? The should be the ones to deal with it.
A Crime Of Passion (gen, but can definitely be read as shippy) Why is it fav? This story gave me SO much grief but since the MOMENT I conceived this story I've loved the idea and at the end (despite all the problems) I keep loving the result I got from it. I got some good narrative out of it and TENSION. Characters being forced to do something they don't want to my beloved. Fandom: Twilight Characters: Carlisle Cullen & Aro Summary: For the life of Edward, Carlisle Cullen must make a bargain with the devil of Volterra himself, the bargain though, is not at all what the Doctor thought it would be. (Canon Divergence from the end of New Moon)
After The Mist (pre-ship but SUPER gen vibes) Why is it fav? This ones OLD and you can see a lot of mistakes in the writing but I LOVE the interactions that I wrote and the relationship I was crafting. I like it so much, love the idea of the story, that I STILL want to finish it and give it the love it deserves. Fandom: Frozen ll Characters: Agnarr & Iduna Summary: After young Agnarr returns to Arendell that faithful day in the forest, there's a grief too deep inside his chest he cannot begin to comprehend it. But there's no time to dwell on it, he's a king now and he must act as such. Still, he is drowning, he's drowning all the time. But there's someone out there who might just understand what this profound pain is doing to him. "My name's Iduna."
Drizzle By The Sea (Gen) Why is it fav? Another VERY old work which I'm still very fond off. It captures one of the things I love writing the most and it's this little pleasures like walking in the woods or getting soaked by the rain. I find the feeling it produced beautiful and it makes me happy so, yeah. The execution is maybe a bit clumsy but I know what old me wanted to transmit. I keep coming back to this sort of writing and I hope I never stop cause it makes me feel alive and like the world is magic. Fandom: Teen Titans (cartoon) Characters: Robin & Jericho Summary: Jericho is a bit... weird. Robin can see in the way the sea captures his attention that there's a natural feeling and a sense of delight that he carries with him. It's contagious.
Thank you so much for the ask @cilil it made me very happy and I did want to answer something like this today. I'm glad for that emotional boost, so thanks again <3
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Midnight Suns - Chapter 3
Summary: Johnny wakes up, being held captive by Marc, Steven, and Layla.
TW: Language, Dark Themes, Mentions of Alcohol & Addiction
My eyes opened slowly. They felt heavy, making it hard to keep them open for long. My throat was dry. I tried to swallow but there was no moisture in my mouth. I needed to drink water, or anything. I tried to get up from the bed I was laying down on, and quickly realized I was stuck. My arms and legs were chained to the mattress.
âWhat the fuck?â I muttered under my exasperated breath.
âWhat are you?â A woman asked me who was sitting in the corner of the room with a bag of popcorn in her hand.
âNo, who are you?!â I snapped.
She quickly responded, calmly and casually, âNo, youâre chained up. My questions take priority.â She paused for a moment and ate a piece of popcorn. âI was told your head was on fire. That sounds pretty painful.
âJesus.â I sighed and laid my head back. âSo that wasnât a dream.. did I hurt anyone?â
âNo, fortunately so. Hold on, have I seen you before? Your face looks familiar.â She said before continuing to snack.
I looked over at her, âI- yeah. I was the lead singer of Johnny Blaze and the Wastelanders.. with me being.. Johnny Blaze.â I winced at the stupid shit I just said.
She looked like she was thinking a bit before replying, âNo.. no thatâs not it.â She thought for a few more seconds before pointing. âWasnât your dad a stunt cyclist?â
I smirked a bit. âBarton Blaze and His Stunt Cycle Extravaganza. You know if he was here, heâd already have started writing an autograph for you.â
She let out a chuckle, âOh wow. I was never really a fan but my dad loved that stuff.â
âAnyways, you know who I am now. Can I ask your name?â I asked again.
She paused for a moment while looking at me before responding, âIâm Layla.â
I responded softly, âWell, itâs nice to meet you, Layla.â
âYou donât seem like the angry, flaming monster I was told about.â She curiously stated.
âI wasnât in control for most of last night.â I stopped and looked at my bindings. âItâs actually probably a good idea that Iâm tied down.â
Layla tilted her head down and looked up through her hair. She sighed and asked if I wanted anything to eat. I was getting hungry but I couldnât accept. She left the room soon after.
A rush of guilt and regret flooded over me. I didnât want to hurt anyone, and the lack of control scared me.
I didnât know what the thing living in my body was, and in a moment of desperation, I whispered under my breath, âWho are you? What do you want with me?â
I waited for a response. Then I waited a little longer, even though I knew I wouldnât get one. I stared at the ceiling and spiraled about choices Iâd made in my life. I knew this day would come since that day that snake took over my life, and Iâd hoped heâd forget about me and I could move, but that was never going to happen.
The Devil himself, has had his grasp on me, and my entire family, for nearly my whole life. It all started with my father. One day he was a famous stunt cyclist, and the next, he was forgotten. Heâd tried to make a deal he couldnât come back from. But the Devil didnât want his soul. Heâd already lived most of his life. So the Devil offered that fame back to my father for the price of his sonsâ souls instead, and my dad agreed. After an accident during a stunt left my dad unable to work ever again, my brother secretly took to illegal street racing to earn us some money. He was always a good rider, just like our pops. After months of doing that, heâd gotten into a fatal crash during a race. I still remember when I found out. I was inside watching cartoons. Our doorbell was rung and my dad yelled at me to answer it. That was the first time I met him. A tall, well-fed man in an expensive looking black suit stood in the doorway.
âHello. You must be little Johnny.. Iâve heard a lot about you. Can I speak to your daddy please?â
I remember my dad stepping outside to talk to him. I watched through the window the whole time, trying to make out what was being said. When the conversation was over, he stumbled back inside and told me about my brother. I was devastated, like any kid who just lost their best friend would be, but it completely broke my father. Before my brotherâs death, he would only drink at night. Afterwards, I never saw him without a bottle in his hand.
One night, when he was especially wasted, heâd called me over to talk. He was sobbing, with tears and snot rushing down his face. I tried to ask him what was wrong, but he just grabbed my shoulder hard.
âIâm so sorry, Johnny.â He gurgled. âI let that man take your brother.. and heâs gonna take you too and thereâs nothing I can do.â
He spat out other gibberish before he laid down and fell asleep on the couch. I stayed by his side for a while unable to move. I knew. I knew the man he was talking about right away. Less of a man and more of a monster even when he wore the face of a man. I tried not to think about these things often, but being chained up after turning into a flame monster kind of made it the obvious thing to be reminded of.
I heard a knock on the door after a while of spiraling and the man Iâd fought walked in.
âAlright, weâre gonna talk.â He paused for a moment. âWell, no. Iâm gonna talk, and youâre gonna answer me.â
âAhh.. you must be Steven.. with a V.â I chuckled under my breath.
âNo. Iâm Marc.â He responded quickly, not seeming to find anything about this funny.
âOkay.. Marc⊠what do you wanna talk about?â I snickered back at him.
He answered quickly with a straight face.âYou know what. Why were you hunting that werewolf? What are you?â
âWell.. to answer both questions at once, the Devil told me to.â I smiled a bit knowing he wouldnât appreciate that response.
âAlright, you gonna be a jackass this whole time? Because Iâm not very patient and Iâm definitely not opposed to wiping that smug look off of your face.â Marc was getting visibly frustrated before he whispered to himself, âFine. Take over.â
I could see something change in his posture. He was slouching a bit and looked a lot less pouty.
âHey, mate. Johnny, is it?â The man now spoke in an English accent.
I responded quickly, âYep. Johnny Blaze, pretty famous musician. So you must be Steve.â
âI prefer Steven, but yes. Itâs good to meet you properly, without your skull head scaring the living bejesus out of me.â He said kind of chuckling a bit, but still a little uneasy.
âYeah.. I definitely still prefer my ugly face over the skull too.â I joked back.
He got back into the conversation Marc was trying to have. âDo you know why that whole monster thing happened by the way?â
I replied, being more honest than I thought Iâd be, âYeah, my pops sold my soul to Devil and thatâs somehow not anecdotal.â
âYou mean like.. the biblical one? That guy?â He sounded a little baffled.
âYâknow, I didnât ask him if he knew Jesus but Iâll make a point to next time.â
âWell.. I guess itâs not totally out of the realm of possibility. Marc and I serve the Egyptian god of the moon.â He paused thinking as I raised my eyebrows showing interest. âYou told Layla you didnât have control but you remembered my name was Steven. You were at least conscious then, right?â
I nodded, âWell, yeah. It was different though. Most of the time it feels like Iâm in the driverâs seat⊠but last night, it felt like I was watching what was happening from the back while that thing was driving my body around. It was scary.â
âHmm⊠thatâs kinda how it feels when Marc has the body. Except itâs not scary anymore.â
We sat for a few moments in silence before a blood curdling scream could be heard from what seemed to be outside.
Marc immediately jolted back into control, and yelled âLayla!â while running out of the room.
âWait! Whatâs going on?!â I yelled with no response.
My head starting pounding with pain while the voice of the spirit shook through all my thoughts. âThat traitorous witch.â I felt those words almost personally without knowing what they meant.
âCome out here now, Zarathos!â A womanâs voice yelled with booming intensity from outside.
The second that name was spoken, I could feel the chains that bound me becoming looser, and the closer I felt to being unchained, the less I felt in control. The entity in me was breaking out, both mentally and physically. Before I knew it, my skin was melting away again. It was happening quicker than the last time, and less painfully too. Was my body acclimating to it?
I was free, and it was in the driverâs seat once again. It sped out the room and outside with murderous intent. The chains were still dragging from its arms. As it stumbled outside, I saw both Marc and Layla on their knees, pinned with ground with red energy. Standing behind them was a woman in dark red clothing. She stared at me with her piercing, red glowing eyes. She felt powerful and gave the impression that she knew she was.
She tilted her head slightly while maintaining eye contact, and with overwhelming clarity, she spoke, âYouâre supposed to be in Hell.â
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