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Worth The Feeling

Content Warning: 18+

This story contains explicit smut, intimidation, and an age gap relationship (26 x 40s). Minors, do not interact.

Chapter 13

Heat. That is all I have thought about all day. We should be getting out of here soon, ironically just as the sun is finally setting. It has been ten straight hours of running around, often uphill. And for whatever reason, I wasn't granted access to a golf cart today. This meant that I felt the full force of the Italian sun, and could certainly feel the sweat dripping lightly down my back.

I haven't been around Javi or any of the other talent today. I haven't even seen Lana. Most of my duties today were assisting the prop department on a nearby beach. I overheard some of the prop people saying that we were mapping out what was needed for this shot that was to take place in the next few days. My time was mainly spent waiting for people to hand me things, and carrying it up the hill to our truck. Or, occasionally, retrieving things from that truck. I was ecstatic when we got here in the morning and the air was still mild, but as the day went on, I'm lucky I haven't passed out from dehydration.

I'm just finishing up one of my last uphill trips when my walkie buzzes to life.

"Dwayne to Ava," I hear Dwayne's muffled voice.

"Go for Ava," I reply, placing one of the cushions I'm carrying into the back of the truck.

"We're about done for the day, but I want to chat with you when you have a second. Can you speak with me at base camp before you go?"

"Yeah, no problem. I'm finishing up here, I should be there in about ten."

"Copy," Dwayne says, and the fuzz on the other end dies down.

I take a deep breath, telling myself this will be the last time I have to go down another hill today. I take the steep, ten minute walk down to base camp, finding Dwayne by the vans that will take us back to the hotel. They look heavenly.

"Hey Ava, good work today." Dwayne greets me, glancing up from his phone just long enough to verify that it's me.

"Thanks Dwayne," I wait as he types on his phone. His furrowed brow is focused solely on the screen in front of him. "Did you have something else you wanted to talk to me about?" I ask lightly. I assume it's the list of tasks for tomorrow, or he needs me somewhere other than the beach.

He is silent for a moment longer, finishing up his text. "Yes. I would love it if we could discuss your position." He finally looks up from his phone, putting it in his pocket.

"How long have you been with us, Ava?"

"Um...about four years now I believe."

"And do you feel like you've learned a lot during that time?"

"Absolutely." Where is he going with this?

"I mean, do you feel like you've learned from a lot of different departments?"

I get the sense that I need to sell myself somewhat.

"Yes, I feel like I could jump into almost any department at this point. To help out, I mean. I've worked with sound, lighting, props, costumes...I could jump in anywhere."

Dwayne nods, bringing his thumb up to his lip in thought.

"You and I have worked together for a while. You're quick on your feet and you're quick to learn. I'm looking to train someone to fill my position. I know you're in graduate school, and if you do well here, you can meet more people. I interact with some of the editing team as well. It could be a great stepping stone."

My heart starts to pound at his words, and I can feel the smile splitting my face.

"Dwayne, I–I would love that. Thank you!" I know that I'm practically gushing, but it's been a long day, and I didn't even think that Dwayne remembered I was in graduate school. Let alone that he would be willing to introduce me to the studio's editors if I took over as Key-PA.

Dwayne shrugs, clearly uncomfortable with my glee. "We can work out the details once we're home, but for now you can train with me. Starting tomorrow, meet me here and you can follow my lead. Sound okay?"

"It sounds excellent! Thank you again, Dwayne." I shake his hand, surprising him slightly.

"See you tomorrow, Ava." He sounds just as matter-a-fact as always does, but I am elated. The warmth of the sun doesn't even bother me as I board one of the vans back to the hotel. I cannot wait to tell Lana. I should also probably give my parents a call. They'd certainly be relieved that this assistant job seemed to be moving somewhere. Granted, it's to another assistant job, but this has real promise.

I am way too wired to nap on the way back to the hotel. I excitedly burst through our door to tell Lana, but the room is empty and quiet. It didn't occur to me that the sound team may not be cleared for the day. Now would be a good time to call my parents, but I check the time difference on the East Coast and it's still the middle of the work day for them. I flop down on my bed in defeat.

Key-PA. I'd be reporting directly to the first assistant director. I wouldn't have to run around nearly as much, and I'd mainly be in charge of other PAs, so I wouldn't have to interact with talent as much as I do now. It would be so much easier, and most likely better pay. I mean, it had to be better pay if Dwayne had been doing it so long. I hadn't even thought to ask what position he'd be moving into. I hope that doesn't paint me in a bad light. Surely he'd noticed how excited I'd been. He would probably just assume I was taken off-guard, which really was the case. Regardless, I make a mental note to ask him more about his new position tomorrow.

My phone pings next to me on the bed. I lift it in front of my face, not bothering to sit up.

To my surprise, it's Javi.

Javi: Hot day today, huh?

I chuckle to myself.

Ava: We're discussing the weather now, are we?

I wait a moment before I see him typing.

Javi: I'm looking for an excuse to cool off. How about a swim?

A swim? We're an hour away from the lake. I'm about to protest, when another text comes through. This time it's a picture of an infinity pool overlooking the city.

Javi: Top floor. I'll let you in.

A few more moments pass.

Javi: That is, if you're interested.

I look lift my head, glancing around my empty hotel room, internally buzzing from my good news earlier. And not a soul to share it with.

Ava: I'll be up in 10

- - -

I only packed one bathing suit for this trip, in the spirit of packing light. Also in the spirit of knowing that this is a work trip, and that my free time, as usual, will be limited. The higher the elevator climbs, the more conflicted I feel over my one piece and jean-short combo. With my flip flops to complete the ensemble, I feel more dressed for a waterpark rather than an Italian penthouse infinity pool. The door pings, and I know it's too late to change my mind.

I enter into a plain, short hallway with a singular frosted door at the end. I move to open it, but it's locked. I see a keycard reader next to the door, and take out my card to swipe it.

Denied.

I try again. Denied.

I'm about to text Javi, when I see a shadow appear on the other side of the frosted glass, and the door opens to reveal his smiling face.

I hold up my keycard. "Premier access only, I'm guessing?"

Javi rolls his eyes, holding the door open for me as I step through. "You get the view, I get the pool."

"Uh-huh," I stroll past him only to suddenly stop short. The picture he had sent didn't do this view justice. Not by a long shot.

The infinity pool stretched across nearly the entire side of the building, looking out onto the ancient rooftops and giving way to the sparkling streetlights below. In the distance, you could see the top of the cathedral, and I could be mistaken, but I think I can also make out the Duomo rooftops. The sun had just set, and there was still one strip of deep magenta lining the edge of the sky past the cityscape. The pool itself had several lounge chairs and chaises, some even made to be submerged in the more shallow end of the pool. It was completely breathtaking.

"So," Javi says quietly from my left, "Was it worth the elevator ride?"

I scoff, "And the dehydration today. Ten times over."

Javi scowls at that, but doesn't say anything as he places his hand lightly on my lower back, guiding me to the side of the pool. The view had kept me from noticing the picnic set up on two of the chairs. There was a box of a pizza, a bottle of wine, and multiple bottles of water. My mouth salivated at the sight.

"I wasn't sure if you had eaten yet," Javi rubs the back of his neck.

I hadn't. I was so thrilled about my chat with Dwayne that it had completely slipped my mind. Now, with some of the magnificent scent of mozzarella wafting in the air, my stomach rumbles.

"Thank you," I smile at him. "I don't know what I'm more excited about. The pizza, or the water." I reach for one of the bottles, cracking it open and chugging. In the back of my mind, I know it isn't the most lady-like thing for me to do, but I can't resist.

Javi takes a seat in one of the chairs, and I follow his lead.

"You know, at the risk of sounding...old," he gives me a knowing smirk, "You should really be drinking water on set. You're out in the heat a lot longer than you are in L.A."

"Yeah, you're right," I say, taking another swig. "You do sound old."

He chuckles and opens the box of pizza. The smell alone practically wraps around my hand, forcing me to reach for a slice.

"Be careful," Javi says, his hand darting out in warning, "This is your first Italian pizza. Once you taste this, there's no going back."

I take another deep inhale of herb and mozzarella-filled air.

"I think I'm okay with that."

I take my first bite and—wow. Holy god, wow.

"Maybe I've just had a long day, but this is the most incredible thing I've ever had."

Javi beams, and I realize he may have been apprehensive waiting for my response. He takes a slice as well, his shoulders easing.

"I didn't see you much today," he says, picking off a rather long string of cheese.

I try to ignore how my heart flutters at those words. Was he looking for me?

"The Key-PA had me working on the setup for tomorrow with the prop department. You'll get to enjoy the beach a lot tomorrow, apparently."

"Dwayne?"

"Yeah, you know him?"

"Of course," He starts to uncork the wine. "Why wouldn't I?"

"I...I don't know. I guess I haven't met many actors who would know those things."

"Who has Norwick been hiring?" He says jokingly.

"You'd be surprised," I say before taking a sip of the wine he hands me. My eyes go wide.

"Oh yeah, that will be ruined for you too." He winks, taking a sip of his as well.

I take a few more sips, still jittery from my good news. I realize that I still want to share it. And looking at those deep brown eyes, and the soft smile of the man who got me dinner, and made sure I had enough to drink...I know that I want to tell him. Even though my future has proven to be a challenging topic for us.

"Despite the heat, today was actually a really good day. I got some great news from Dwayne." I paused for a moment, and Javi's raised eyebrows gave me enough encouragement to continue. "He wants to train someone to take over his position. He...asked me if I would be interested. He even said that if I do well, he could introduce me to some of the studios' editors." I take another sip.

"And what did you say?"

"I start shadowing him tomorrow."

"Ava!" His smile is contagious. "That's fantastic, congratulations." He reaches between us, squeezing my knee, "Your hard work deserves to be noticed."

"Thank you," I return his smile, "I was ecstatic when he asked me. I wanted to tell my parents or Lana but I haven't had the chance. I know I should be tired after a day like today but I'm just–I don't know. I'm so excited."

"I'm happy for you," his hand doesn't move from my knee, giving it another squeeze. His voice is gentle, and his joy for me is undoubtedly genuine. My gaze drifts from his eyes down to his mouth.

"I'm happy, too." I look back up from his lips to his eyes. Eyes that are inquisitive. Expectant.

"I do, however, still need to cool off." I pop up from my chair and move toward the edge of the pool. I admire the view again, turning in a slow circle, confirming what I already suspected. We were the only ones here. Eyes still on the cityscape, I kick off my flip flops before unzipping my jean shorts and shimmying them down my legs. I make an extra show out of bending down to step out of my shorts. Not completely necessary, but as I said, I'm happy. I feel good, and I want to keep feeling good. I turn back around to face Javi. His eyes were transfixed on my body, his hand gripping the stem of his wineglass far tighter than need be.

I take a step backwards onto the first step of the pool. The water that laps my ankles is warm, and my skin prickles in anticipation. I didn't imagine that I would be doing what I'm doing now when I agreed to meet him here. But the jitters that I felt earlier have molded into something different. With this view and this man...I have the overwhelming feeling that I need to soak up every moment. Every possible opportunity of solitude we have.

Javi drags his eyes back up my body before meeting my gaze.

"I like your bathing suit." He says, his low tone nowhere close to matching his nonchalant words.

"Really?" I raise an eyebrow, hooking my thumbs on both on the shoulder straps on each side. "I was rather disappointed with it." I bring one of my arms out of the straps, stepping down a few more steps into the water as I do so. I pull my other arm loose and gently pull the middle of the bathing suit down, exposing a generous amount of skin on my chest. "I think it might have to go."

Javi watches me, taking a long sip of his wine. Though he is as composed as ever, his complexion is much closer to the red of the liquid in his glass than beforehand. He places the glass down carefully.

"Ava," his voice warning, "What are you doing?"

I take a few more steps backward, now fully in the pool. It must be only about five feet deep. I bend my knees, sinking deeper into the water as I pull my bathing suit down further, ever so slightly.

"I'm cooling off, like you suggested." I'm keeping my tone as innocent as possible, turning my back on him as I pull my bathing suit past my breasts, down my stomach, and eventually step out of it completely. As I toss the sodden fabric onto the pool's edge, I hear Javi groan behind me. I look back over my shoulder, teasing. When I gaze at his eyes, they are a blazing mix of desire and concern.

"Anyone could come up here, Ava." His voice is hoarse.

I smirk, dipping my head backward to wet my hair, knowing that it will give him a pleasant peek of my bare chest skimming the surface of the water. When I pull my head back up, I turn to face him again, just low enough in the water to cover what I had just given him a glimpse of.

"Then I guess you should be quick about getting in here."

With a final sigh, and a look that could burn me where I stand, Javi rises from his chair and starts to unbutton his shirt. I study his movements as though I'll be tested on which finger undid which button. He doesn't give me nearly enough time to examine his glorious frame before he wades into the water himself. I want to look at him longer, now that I'm allowed to. Now that we aren't on set, and I don't have to look away as if I was just surveying the crowd. All I want to peruse is him.

Continuing my boldness, I glance down at his lower half through the water as he approaches me.

"That doesn't seem fair," I say, gesturing toward his swim-trunks.

He breathes out one, frustrated laugh and stops no farther than a foot in front of me.

"I meant what I said the other night, Ava. I want your head to be clear."

"I'm not sure how else to convince you that I know what I want," I take a half-step forward, close enough that I have to incline my head to look him in the eye. "I'm not playing games."

Javi looks contemplative, his eyes searching mine for possible trepidation. I know he won't find any. I can't remember the last time I felt this confident in front of a man, especially not while being this exposed. Part of me thinks he might try to blame it on the wine, but I hadn't finished even half of the glass he had poured me. I know what I want. I knew it on our first date. I knew it waking up with my head on his shoulder. I even knew it when he had thought to order me an extra burger during that first week on set, just in the hopes that I would eat lunch with him. And tonight, bathing in the warm water and the moonlight and breathing in the fresh air, I know it now more than ever.

Whatever he finds in my eyes is confirmation enough.

"Aren't you?" He asks, cocking a brow, "Playing games?"

Suddenly his hand tickles my side in the water. I squeal, pulling back, laughing as I run away from him. He catches up to me, rather easily given our height difference and the water slowing me down. I feel him tickle my side again, and I keep running until I'm at the edge of the infinity pool, against the glass. Nowhere to go.

His large hands appear on either side of me on the glass edge. I turn slowly to face him, breathless from running against the water. He is leaning down, using his arms as support. They are strong, protective, locking me in so that it is just me and his fierce, molten chocolate gaze.

"That's better," he says, his voice husky and laced with arrogance. It only makes me want him more.

I bring my arms up around his neck, knowing that by doing so, my breasts will be out of the water in full-view. I can tell by Javi's sharp intake of breath that it doesn't go unnoticed.

"Better?" I ask, still feigning innocence.

"Mhm," he leans in closer, his lips a mere inch from the corner of my mouth, "I can't risk anyone else seeing you like this."

Without moving his lips away, he takes his left hand and drags it languidly, gingerly, across my collarbone before it disappears in the water. I shiver as the same fingertips trail up my bare hip, stroking my side before trailing over my breast, brushing across my quickly hardening nipple.

And with that, with the possessiveness of his words and his proximity but the gentleness of his touch, I can't take it anymore. I pull his lips to mine, ravishing him. I'm immediately lost in open-mouthed kisses, gasping into him, pulling him closer to me. I use my arms around his neck to hoist my legs up, wrapping them around him. I pull him in as close as I can, desperate to feel any sort of friction where I need it most. I gasp again, eyes shooting open as I feel his arousal through his swim-trunks. I shamelessly grind against him once more, moaning lightly into his mouth. I pull back just enough to speak, my hands sliding into his hair.

"Take them off," I plead in a voice that would be best described as a whine.

He groans, leaning down again, this time to kiss my neck.

"Siren," he breathes, mainly to himself. He trails a line of kisses from the nape of my neck up to my earlobe.

Despite the warmth of the water, my skin sprouts goosebumps as I try to collect my breath. It's being made increasingly difficult to do so with Javi's lips still attached to my neck. And as one of his hands still rests on the glass edge of the pool, his other hand is now firmly wrapped around my waist, holding me close to him. I continue to tangle my hands through his soft waves, relishing in the soapy, sandalwood smell that brushes against my nose. His smell. I press my torso closer to him, dying to feel more of his broad chest against mine, skin to skin. I shiver, feeling the warmth of his muscular figure. Feeling that warmth travel all the way down between my thighs. I don't think I've ever been this desperate, this needy, for anyone's touch before.

"Javi," I pant. He pulls back from where he had been attached to my skin, his eyes suddenly concerned, his hand dropping from my waist immediately. I hurry to finish my thought. "More," I shake my head to emphasize my desire. The last thing I want is for his hands to leave my body. "I need more."

Slowly, my eyes never leaving his, I bring one of my hands down in between us, grazing the waistband of his shorts. Javi takes a sharp inhale, his head falling back slightly. I take that as permission to dive my hand lower, still on the outside of shorts. I have to reach lower than I thought given the height difference, and I'm just about to grab what I was searching for when Javi's hand suddenly grasps my wrist.

"Not tonight," my disappointment must have been rampant on my face because he chuckles, detaching my hands from around his neck, "Tonight," he places his hands on my thighs still wrapped around his waist, "Tonight we're celebrating you."

He gently untangles my legs from around his torso, and I fight the whine threatening to escape my lips. Even through the water, his calloused hands made my skin ignite. I'm reveling in the feeling of their wide span stretching across my bare legs. Until I frown, realizing that he is putting my feet down. He gives me a roguish grin, spinning me around so that I'm facing away from him, toward the view of the city below. I place my hands on the glass edge of the infinity pool, light droplets spilling over the sides.

I sigh when I feel his lips next to my ear.

"I can't have you missing out on this view."

I smile back at him, but his eyes are dark. The darkest shade of brown I've seen from him in the time that we've known each other.

"Eyes forward." He quietly commands. I oblige, my heart fluttering in my chest so loud I'm afraid he can hear it now.

Slowly, he pushes my wet hair out of the way to place a featherlight kiss in between my shoulder blades. I feel his leg step in between mine from behind. He nudges one of my feet with his.

"Wider," He commands again. I step out to one side, widening my stance, obeying.

"Here are the rules," He whispers, low and husky, still by my ear, "We stop when you say so. If you don't like something, tell me. And, if you do like something..." his fingers trail up my side, slowly moving toward my right breast, "Feel free to tell me that, too."

The arch of my back is the only response I give him.

Then finally, finally, he touches me. Really touches me. With a force that I have been needing for months. He starts with his right arm curling around me from behind, squeezing both of my breasts in turn. He stays fixated on one at a time, rolling one of my nipples in between his thumb and forefinger until I am gasping again. I'm so distracted by that heavenly sensation that I fail to realize that his left hand is also reaching around me now, moving slow, tantalizing circles around my stomach. The circles dip lower and lower with each rotation. I arch my back further, silently begging him to move that touch to where I need it the most. I've kept my grip on the edge of the pool, and now my knuckles have gone white trying to absorb as much of this moment as possible.

Javi tugs gently on on my earlobe with his teeth, distracting me once again from his hand that has now settled between my thighs underneath the water.

"This is how I want you to feel when you look at me. Tomorrow, when it's hot and you're maybe a little bit bored, making glances my way. Think of this," And through the water, he delivers a quick, sharp slap right to my sex. There is no hope restraining my moan this time. He waits a moment or two, perhaps still gauging my willingness. I push back further into him, feeling his own arousal on my backside, which only drives me further into this heated daze.

He takes the opportunity to cup me with his entire hand, his middle finger dipping into me slightly, running a slow and delicate line up my most sensitive spot. Javi groans into my ear, clearly appreciating how wet he's already made me. I know he can feel it, even through the water. I let my head fall back onto his shoulder, my eyes pinched shut. I need him to do that again. Without thinking, my left hand leaves the railing and covers the top of his under the water, between my legs.

Javi listens to my body, curling his middle finger again, pushing down hard when he reaches my clit. My breaths are coming in and out erratically, still keeping my eyes shut tight.

"K-keep doing that," I gasp out. The words are rushed, and I hadn't planned to say them. But it felt too good, those slow strokes ending where I really want him.

He does just that, dragging his nose along my neck before whispering in my ear.

"Open your eyes," He says in a voice that is not quite a suggestion.

I keep trying to steady my breathing, barely registering that he's speaking to me as his hand continues to build a delicious swirl of tension below my belly.

"Ava, I told you I didn't want you to miss the view. Open your eyes," I know I have to listen to him now. Simply out of fear that if I don't, he will cease his movements.

I open my eyes and...

And what a view it was.

Javi's face, inches from mine, possessive and passionate. Protective, his body still shielding me from anyone who could walk out onto the patio. The glow from the city below is illuminating his damp hair, making him look like an angel. An angel with devilish eyes, trying desperately to push me to the edge of desire. And suddenly I can't help myself from looking down to where his hand was working his magic. The view of him squeezing my breasts, holding me in place is enough to make my arch back further. And though my left hand is on top of his and I can feel his patterns, seeing his strong forearm, veins popping through the top, dipping into the water to please me nearly sends me over the edge.

He must be able to feel it, because he groans again before changing his movements. Javi dips his middle finger inside this time, cursing under his breath. I stop breathing entirely, feeling myself contract slightly as I adjust to the length of his finger. He pulls out, far too slowly. And pushes back in even slower.

I crane my neck to the left so I can look him in the eyes again.

"Javi," My voice sounds so needy, "I need more, I need to–" I can't even finish the words.

His voice is a low chuckle in my ear, "I know what you need."

I've never heard him sound so cocky. But I believe him. The way my body reacts to him–he knows exactly what it needs.

He cups my sex again, his middle finger still inside this time. His eyes ablaze.

"Keep looking at me. I want to see how pink those cheeks can get when you come."

My mouth falls open, and I want to make some clever remark, but suddenly he starts to move his entire hand in circles, his finger moving deeper inside, the heel of his hand hard on my clit. He's touching every part of me that needs him. He's pulling me in so close, keeping me held so tightly that I can't move away from the pleasure. And now that I'm looking back in his eyes, I can't imagine closing them again. Watching him watch me as I feel this pressure builds is the most erotic I've ever felt in my life. The desire in his eyes keeps any of my anxieties at bay as I move closer and closer to the peak of my arousal. My legs start to shake, and his smirk of a reaction is what finally pushes me over the edge. I contract again and again around his hand, breathing heavily and then not at all, holding it in and absorbing as much of this euphoria as possible. I don't think I've ever come this hard before. My eyes don't leave Javi's, and there still that uncharacteristic arrogant smile on his face. His pride is evident, and he is clearly taking his own pleasure in knowing that he made me feel this good. I'm still catching my breath, otherwise I'd want to give him shit for it.

He releases me with a kiss on my shoulder, and I turn around to reach for his shorts again. He must be in desperate need of a release by now. But he simply shakes his head.

"I told you, tonight we are celebrating you," And then, even after his dirty words and dark looks, he bends down to press a kiss on my forehead.

"Are you sure?" I say, still breathless.

"I might hate myself for it later, but yes," He chuckles, wrapping his arms loosely around my back. "I do have one request though."

"Anything," I blurt. I can tell that fills him with pride once again.

"Can you please put your clothes back on so I can stop worrying about anyone else taking a peek?" Javi gives my butt a quick squeeze, and I giggle, moving to retrieve my bathing suit to where I tossed it near the pool's edge.

As I pick it up, dragging it back into the pool with me, I glance behind me at Javi. He is gazing out at the view now, running his hands through his hair. His back muscles are strained, and my heart pulls a little. Normally at this time in the filming process, I'd be relieved. The majority is over with, and we're now on location for a change of scenery. But the thought of only having a few more weeks with Javi, secret or not, fills me with a dull panic.

I shake my head a little to try and clear it. This moment was perfect, and we agreed not to focus on the future right now. I slowly move back over to him, hoping my fear will drip off my skin with the water droplets, and sink down to the bottom.

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SixVengers - The Beginning (Fic 1) Chapter 4

Dr Anne Boleyn walked through the narrow corridors of the T.O.W.E.R. by herself that Friday afternoon. The director Meutas had phoned her earlier that day, asking her to meet with her as soon as possible. Fortunately for Meutas, Anne was free for the next few days and all calm so no risk of becoming Hulk during a meeting. The director didn’t specify what the meeting was about but Anne suspected it had something to do with her powers and how she accidentally became Hulk after she got angry during her Twitch stream. Anne, as a semi-professional gamer, said to herself that it wasn’t her fault that she had the misfortune of playing with one of those stupid kids. The only positive thing from that is that she gained 1.5 million new subs, after all, who wouldn’t want to watch a literal superhero play games and then change form when angry?

Anne had now reached the meeting room after asking for directions from one of the agents that she had passed on her way there. The room was located at one of the top floors of the T.O.W.E.R. headquarters, allowing a great view of most of London during the meetings. Boleyn didn’t bother to knock and just opened the door to the room.

Inside there were already 4 people. Anne, of course, recognised 3 of them - one of them being Director of T.O.W.E.R as expected, Joan Meutas. Next to her sat the darling of the United Kingdom and World War II hero, Captain Seymour. Then there was Catherine Parr, the owner of Parr Industries (created by her grandfather William Parr and is the greatest tech company in Europe when her father Thomas Parr became the owner) who was also the one and only, Iron Woman. Next to her sat the last woman, who was wearing the black uniform of T.O.W.E.R. with gold details showing that she was a high ranking agent.

“Good afternoon, Dr Boleyn. I’m glad you could join us.” Stood up Director Meutas as she made her way to Anne, shaking her hand in greeting when they met halfway through the room. “Allow me to introduce you to the others. They are; Captain Jane Seymour, Miss Catherine Parr aka Iron Woman and Agent Catalina de Aragon.” she pointed at each woman as she introduced them. “We’re just waiting for 2 more people to join with my 3 agents. They should be here soon.”

“I hope they will be here soon, Director. Not all of us can sit around all afternoon without knowing why they’re here.” Said Parr, getting up from her chair, stretching and making her way towards Boleyn. “People just call me Catherine or Parr, none of that Miss business.”

“Well, Parr, most people don’t bother with Dr Boleyn so please call me ‘Your Highness' .” The woman said with a wink.

“That will be a problem as you are rather short.” Said someone from behind Parr and it turned out to be Agent Aragon. Parr just chuckled and made her way back to her seat while Seymour shouted “ Catalina! ” from where she was seated.

“And here I thought that we would be friends but agent Aragon here has decided that’s not the case. I hope I won’t have to see you that much in the near future… Catalina… ” Smirked Anne, clearly enjoying annoying the other woman.

“It’s Agent Aragon for you, Boleyn.” replied Aragon, stepping closer towards Anne, enjoying being taller than the woman before her.

Meutas seeing that the situation could get out of hand rather quickly decided to intervene.

“I think it would be better if all of us would sit down. I got a message from Agent Salinas that they will be here soon with the other two. When they get here, I will explain why we are all here. It will be easier that way.”

“Maria is helping you with this? Huh, that’s why I hadn’t seen her earlier today.” Mused Aragon, taking a seat back at the table.

“Yes, Agent Salinas along with Agents Lee and Blount were tasked with helping us in this situation,” Joan said, taking a sip of water, mentally thanking herself that at least only two women were at odds with each other and not all 4 of them in this room. That would be a disaster.

5 women sat in silence for 5 minutes, waiting for the others to arrive and not knowing each other well enough to make small talk. Parr, Boleyn and Aragon were on their phones while Seymour looked through the windows at the side of the room, enjoying the view of London and the sun entering the room.

The not-so-comfortable silence was broken by the sound of the door opening. Everyone turned their heads towards the newcomers.

First came in 3 women in T.O.W.E.R. uniforms, similar to the one that Aragon had but instead of gold details, they had silver details, Anne noted. The one that walked in first was of a similar age to Aragon while the other two were younger but not by much. Next walked in a dark-skinned, small woman dressed in red and black with short hair. She walked with a confidence that Anne liked. She recognised the red woman as Anna Von Kleves, the Scarlet Witch from Germany. Rather powerful but nobody knew how powerful. It was the last person that caught her attention the most.

A young woman (maybe even a teenager?) with light brown skin, brown hair that had pink ends. She didn’t walk as confidently as Scarlet Witch but more carefully as if trying to sense the danger. She didn’t remind Anne of anyone she saw on the internet or TV so it could be anyone.

Meutas introduced them all yet again, confirming to Anne the identity of the red woman as Kleves and the kid as Katherine Howard�� Boleyn heard that surname before but knowing how names like that were common, she just accepted that and waited for the Director of T.O.W.E.R. to say more about her during the meeting.

As they sat down, Meutas stood up, gaining all the attendees’ attention.

“Thank you everyone for being here. I want to say that normally I would try to do something like this, as in all of you meeting for the first time, in a more… orderly manner however, the time we have left doesn’t allow us to do it.”

“Um, sorry but what do you mean ‘ time we have left ’?” Everyone turned towards Katherine and the young woman blushed, not expecting that. “I mean, it’s not like the world is ending, right?”

“I was getting into that but you are wrong, Miss Howard. The world is ending and you six, are the only people who can stop it.” Meutas sighed. Every single person looked at her in shock, clearly not expecting those words.

“Excuse me but can you repeat that? The world is ending? I mean, there is global warming killing our planet but I don’t think we can help with that.” Anne joked and Anna chuckled from the other side of the table while Katherine just smirked.

“The world is in danger of an invasion that will start tomorrow in London at 2pm according to our calculations. An invasion led by a man named Lord Henry.”

#six the musical #catherine of aragon #anne boleyn #jane seymour #anna of cleves #katherine howard #catherine parr

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bisexualsforprompto · 5 years ago

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For Garmari what if they had a secret relationship that only the heroes knew about(knows shes ladybug) and her parents (dont know shes ladybug). They met while the teen titans or yj were on a mission. She didn't tell anyone cause 1)Alya might post it 2) her class and her aren't really friends and 3) some people might be extremely rude especially about his green skin.(lila and/or chole). Class fi3nds out comments spew and she ends friend ship with everyone. Jealous adrien trying to break them up

A/N not sure how happy I am with this, but oh well...

Marinette Dupain-Cheng was used to secrets.

She wasn’t fond of them but she was used to them.

Being Ladybug, hiding Lila’s threats, hiding Chat Noir’s blatant sexual harassment.

She would’ve broken if not for Tikki, but sometimes even they weren’t enough.

Sometimes she thought she might break down because of all the different parts of her she was forced to hide.

Until she met Garfield Logan.

As weird and almost silly as it sounded when Ladybug had contacted the Justice League and started out with her first mission with the Teen Titans she instantly clicked with Beast Boy, Garfield.

He broke down all of her walls, he had so many as well with everything that had happened in his past, and suddenly there weren’t any secrets between them.

It was refreshing to have a friendship with someone with no secret identity, comes with the territory when you’re green Marinette supposed, it felt like Gar didn’t have to hide from the world and she didn’t have to hide from him.

It wasn’t soon after (or surprising) when their friendship blossomed into a relationship. But ironically it created a new secret.

She told her parents (of course leaving out the small detail that’d she’d met Beast Boy as Ladybug, though they didn’t push, Tom and Sabine were just proud that their little girl had a boyfriend, even if he was a green superhero), but nobody else. She was afraid Alya would post it to the Ladyblog and she didn’t want that kind of attention. She knew Lila or Chloé would try to belittle Gar, say that Marinette of course could only date a beast. And although Garfield had a lot more self esteem than Marinette she refused to subject him to that kind of abuse.

The rest of the class wouldn’t be any better, they’d all sided with Lila. Adrien and coincidentally, Chat Noir were becoming problems too. They would constantly bother her and try to ask her out and she knew if the word about her and Garfield got out they would try to break them up.

The other Titans knew and she had a sneaking suspicion that some of the others in the hero community knew as well, but she trusted those people, she couldn’t trust Paris.

She could trust Gar, he was always there for her, but at the moment she was almost ready to slap him in his beautiful, beautiful face.

“Um I do have a special someone,” Garfield said over the television as Marinette facepalmed watching it with her parents in the bakery, “It’s kind of a secret who she is but she lives in Paris and I love her very, very much.”

If Marinette didn’t love Gar she would’ve marched herself over to Titans Tower and kicked his ass all the way to Paris for being so stupid.

She understood that he didn’t want to keep their relationship a secret, she didn’t want it to be either, there were enough secrets, but if anyone found out they were dating...well Marinette knew her life would be unbearable.

Marinette stomped up to her room ignoring her parents calling out to her and dialed her boyfriend’s number.

“Garfield Logan I’m going to kill you!”

“So I take it you’ve been watching the news.” Gar chuckled nervously over the line.

“What the hell Gar?!”

“Ok first I need to tell you I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that, I was being a moron and wasn’t thinking.”

Marinette rolled her eyes but felt slightly more calm, “Yeah you shouldn’t have.”

“I don’t want to try to justify what I did because there’s honestly no justification for what I’ve done. I really never want to hurt you Mari.” He said softly. Marinette felt her breathing feel steadier.

“I get it Gar. I don’t want to hide our relationship either, really I don’t. One day I promise I’ll be ready for everyone to know, but it’s just- Lila and Chat Noir-“

“I know babe.” Garfield sighed, “I honestly wish you didn’t have to deal with them. Sometimes I want to skin that idiotic cat for what he does to you.” Marinette choked out a laugh. “I’m gonna come over, is that okay?”

“Yeah Gar, how long should it take?”

“Well I’m kinda already here,” Garfield laughed nervously, “The minute I realized how bad I screwed up I asked if I could take Robin’s- well I guess Batman’s plane, and come to Paris.”

“You being so sweet is making it hard to be mad at you.”

“I’m gonna make it a little harder babe, come onto your balcony.”

Marinette placed her phone in her pocket and made her way onto the balcony. She felt the cool air caress her bare shoulders since she was in nothing but pajamas.

Garfield was standing there holding flowers and giving her a loving and apologetic look. Marinette chuckled slightly.

“I don’t deserve you.” She whispered.

“It’s the opposite Mar-bear, I screwed up today, you shouldn’t give me a second chance.” Gar said rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

“I love you, you dumb dork.” Marinette said closing the gap between them and kissing him.

Gar dropped the flowers and leaned into the kiss as he wrapped his arms around Marinette.

It was surreal, like a scene out of a movie. It was only them in that moment, no secrets to worry about.

But then their shared moment came to a grinding stop when they heard someone squeal, “What a scoop! My bestie is the one dating Garfield Logan AKA Beast Boy!”

Marinette pulled away from the kiss and mirrored Garfield’s panicked look as they slowly turned around and saw Alya filming them from below.

“Alya no!” Marinette cried, “Please don’t post that.”

“What? Why? Well, doesn’t matter because it was sort of kinda a live stream…” Alya said sheepishly.

Marinette felt a sting of horror, this could only end badly.

“Leave.” Garfield told Alya.

“What?”

“I said leave, I need to deal with this. I’m assuming you saw the news where I said we wanted the relationship to be a secret, you had no right to do that.” Garfield said with more bite than Marinette had ever heard from him.

“But I-“

“Don’t make me ask you again,” Gar growled almost releasing the part of him Marinette knew he had trouble containing. It scared poor bewildered Alya enough and she ran in the other direction.

“What’s going to happen tomorrow?” Marinette choked, the reality of what had happened catching up to her.

“I- I honestly don’t know, but please call me if anything happens. I don’t know what Adrien, Chat Noir, Lila, or your idiot classmates will try to pull...Maybe you can ask your parents to not go to school tomorrow?”

“What’s the point in that?” Marinette started to sob, “I have to go back eventually.” She started to come undone into his arms.

“I’m so sorry.” Garfield said rubbing her back in soothing circles knowing it was all his fault.

Marinette walked into DuPont hiding herself under the gazes of her fellow students, she didn’t have to be a mind reader to know they all saw the video. She kept her head down and tried to walk into Miss Bustier’s class before Adrien pulled her aside.

“Is it true?” He said with masked anger. Marinette gulped and nodded. Adrien inadvertently dug his fingers into her skin, “How could you do this to me?”

“Please Adrien, I don’t want to do th-“

“Marinette what’s it like dating a superhero?!” Asked Rose oblivious as to what Adrien was doing.

“Well-“

Mylené, Alix and Juleka followed her over. “Ooh yeah, tell us! I had no idea you were dating the Beast Boy!”

A larger crowd started to gather and Adrien still hadn’t changed positions. Marinette felt the walls closing in on her.

“How come you didn’t tell me girl? I’m your best friend!”

“Yeah Marinette, why didn’t you tell your friends?!”

“Come on, Mari you should’ve told us!”

“Ooh! Can you get me an interview for my blog?”

“I’m a big fan of Beast Boy, can you get an autograph?!”

“I’m asking as a friend so can you-“

“None of you are my friends!!!” Marinette finally blurted as she broke from Adrien’s grasp and pushed through the crowd. She subconsciously pulled out her phone and dialed Gar. She made it out of the school, felling the fresh air until she realized Adrien had followed her.

“Marinette come back we need to talk about t-“

All Marinette saw was black, the last thing she remembered were her hands shaking and then feeling off balance, so off balance.

The first thing she heard when she came to were muffled shouts and a loud ringing in her ears. Marinette opened her eyes slowly to see her Robin and Starfire getting in a fist fight with Adrien. Her eyes closed again, Garfield must’ve called them. She felt herself being carried by familiar arms and she opened her eyes once more.

“I’m taking you to the tower.” Garfield said in a low whisper. “I’m getting you out of here I promise babe.” She closed her eyes in weakness again.

Marinette woke up to see Gar sitting next to her. He engulfed her in a hug the moment she opened her eyes, “I was so worried, I’m so sorry.”

The memories came running back.

“It’s not your fault Gar.”

“It kind of is.” Garfield laughed humorlessly.

“You can’t control the people at DuPont or Adrien. It’s not like you knew Alya would take that video.” Marinette sat up in the Titan’s hospital bed.

“This wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t blabbed to a reporter, I feel like all I do is screw up.”

“Gar, I love you. No matter what you do, I'll never stop. You need to stop blaming yourself for everything.” Marinette looked into his eyes, his green ones refused to meet hers.

“If I actually took things seriously maybe-“

“I’m going to stop you right there.” Marinette huffed, “You’ve been through hell and back. The Doom Patrol… You take your job seriously, I know you do, it’s just sometimes taking things lightly is important. Most people who would’ve suffered a tragedy like you would be broody or villains...but you’re an amazing and positive hero, you inspire hope. At the end of the day you take things seriously, you’re not Chat Noir.”

“How are you so amazing?” Garfield chuckled.

“I try,” Marinette winked.

“What are you gonna do about DuPont?”

“Well...They know we’re not friends now.” Marinette laughed, “You know...I think I’m done with secrets. I’ll tell my parents the truth, Ladybug, everything. Then maybe I can be a Titan...permanently? That is if you think the team would have me…”

“Are you kidding?!” Gar beamed, “They love you almost as much as me, they’ll be all for it.”

“Then I guess I know I’m doing...No more secrets.” Marinette smiled, “At least not to the ones who matter.”

~~~~~~~~

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cami-chats · 4 years ago

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The New Assistant

Fandom: Marvel, Jurassic World

Pairing: Claire Dearing/Tony Stark

Warnings: Mentions of kidnapping and attempted murder in keeping with Iron Man 1

Written for @periwinklepromise. Also on AO3

"This is Claire," Pepper said.

"What did you do, clone yourself?" Tony asked, looking at Claire. From the straightened and perfectly cut red hair, down to her low heels and pristine dress suit, she looked very similar to Pepper. Not to mention the no-nonsense look on her face. "Seriously Pep, she could be your sister. Wait, is she your sister? Please say yes; it would make me very happy."

Instead of asking why it would make him happy-- because Pepper was a spoilsport-- she said, "She's your new assistant. She has excellent management skills, and god knows she'll need it do deal with you." Pepper turned to Claire and handed her a tablet with a window already pulled up. "This is Tony's schedule for the day. I'll be in my office looking over paperwork, so I'll be available if you need me."

Claire dipped her head in acknowledgement, taking the tablet from her. Her eyes flitted over the screen as Pepper walked away, and a moment later, she looked up at Tony with a polite smile. "You have a meeting with Mr. Kenjiro Fujikawa in thirty minutes. Where would you like to be briefed for your meeting?"

So she wasn't fucking around. Tony's assistants before Pepper had always thought they were being serious, but there had been no getting around the fact that he was their boss, and as a personal assistant, they were supposed to do things the way he wanted. He should've known to expect more from a person that Pepper had hand-picked, but everyone made mistakes-- even Pepper. "Here's fine," he said, because they were already in his office, and there was no point in picking a fight with Claire now, when he did need to prepare for that meeting. He'd had a lot of assistants that didn't even know he had to prepare for big meetings, and it had always been a pain in the ass.

By the time Claire's first day of work was done, Tony was suitably impressed. He hadn't gone out of his way to make things difficult, but he also wasn't a kid anymore. It was more important for him to get his shit done than it was to see if she could handle him on his worst day; it's not like he'd been at his worst in quite a while, so hopefully she would never be put to the test. Claire had been able to keep up, and she was able to adjust to the way Tony wanted things.

"So," Pepper said, first thing when Tony answered his phone, "what do you think?"

"I'm keeping her."

Pepper's voice was expectedly smug as she replied, "Good to hear. Does that mean I don't have to check in on you tomorrow to make sure your entire schedule hasn't collapsed?"

"Don't go crazy, now," Tony said. "There's always the chance for things to collapse around here."

"Still, I think I'll take my chances. This is what you get for promoting me."

"Yes, and I'm sure I'll constantly regret it."

"Claire really is good at what she does," Pepper said.

"And what exactly is it that she does? I took a peek at her resume, and there was nothing about being an assistant on there."

"If you read her resume, surely you could figure it out."

"I skimmed it," Tony said. Mostly, he'd been looking to see who else she'd been an assistant for, and he'd found no one. He hadn't looked further than that.

"She used to do administrative work," Pepper said, since she knew that Tony was more likely to pester her for an answer than he was to go back to her resume and look for himself.

"Then what's she doing here?"

"The last charity she helped turned out to be less than kosher. She wants a break."

"Ah." Tony could understand that. He'd taken some time off from the company when he felt like everything he'd done had been a colossal failure. Granted it hadn't been what SI needed at the time, but he understood needing a break all the same. That being said, he hoped she stayed longer than just a 'break'. Good assistants were hard to come by. "I'm still not convinced you didn't clone her so you could be in two places at once."

"If I could clone myself, one of me would be resting at all times," Pepper said, which was a good point, but Tony couldn't relate. If he had two of himself, he'd be able to get so much more work done.

"Mister Stark, there’s a flight you have to be on in half an hour."

"It's my plane, isn't it? Can't it just leave whenever I show up?"

"Would you like to personally explain to flight control why your schedule is more important than the hundred other planes in the area?" Claire asked, reaching for her phone.

Tony knew that she wasn't bluffing. He'd thought she was bluffing the first half dozen times they'd done this, but he'd finally learned his lesson. "No, no, that's fine," he said, hurriedly saving the document that was up and tossing tools back in the closest box-- DUM-E would fix it if it was the wrong one. "Look at me, I'm closing everything down. I'm practically out the door."

Claire put her phone back in her pocket. "Your bag is already packed and on the plane," she said, pulling her tablet up and tapping at it. "Would you like to continue expanding your modern art collection?"

"The Pollock, right?"

"Yes."

"What do you think?"

"It's overpriced, and you already have some of his work. I think your collection would be perfectly fine without it."

Tony was tempted to say that he wanted it anyways. "Eh, pass on it, then."

"When you get back, you have a presentation you need to work on, and you're supposed to do a walkthrough of the R&D labs in Manhattan."

"Ugh, can't we do one miserable job at a time?"

"You like the walkthroughs," Claire said, her voice devoid of any frustration, but he knew her well enough by now to see the spark in her eyes.

"I meant the presentation, but sure, we can talk about the walkthroughs," Tony said with a shrug. He walked to the door, and Claire followed. "There's nothing good about New York. The weather's horrible; I think it's effected all of their brains. Seriously, you should see some of the designs they've come up with lately."

"I wouldn't be able to tell the difference between a good design and a bad one," she reminded him.

"I think you'd be able to tell the difference anyways," he muttered.

Claire didn't let him take a seperate car the way he wanted to, and he understood why when she continued briefing him on the upcoming weapon's demonstration and what he'd be doing when he got back.

When they stopped, she gave a friendly wave to Jim and told Tony, "Try to come back on time. I have a feeling we'll both be annoyed if I have to rework it if you miss your flight."

Funnily enough, it was one of the things Tony thought about when he woke up in the cave. Not the first time. The first time, he was in pain and trying to figure out where the hell he was and what the fuck had happened. The second or third day though, before he knew what he was going to do, he thought about Claire saying that, and he laughed.

Yinsen looked at him and raised an eyebrow questioningly.

"Something my assistant said before I left," he said, shaking his head.

When he got back to the States, Pepper and Claire were both waiting as he walked down the ramp. Pepper, he had expected. He was surprised to see Claire, though. He'd thought that she would've moved on to a different job, since being his assistant had been a temporary position for her.

He exchanged a few words with Pepper that amounted to 'I care about you and that scared me out of my wits'. Then he turned to Claire. Her eyes were similarly red-rimmed, as Pepper's had been, and she'd pulled her hair back instead of straightening it like she usually did.

"So, is my schedule in complete disarray?" he asked.

"You have no idea. I did um, clear any personal appearances for the next six months."

"I'm not that injured."

"There's a lot to catch up on after you're back to work. Personal appearances are not a priority."

Tony would be lying if he said he wasn't excited to get out of personal appearances-- they were easily his least favorite part of what he did for the company.

"I agree," Pepper said, coming back with Happy by her side. "The most important thing right now is to make sure you're okay. Happy's going to take us to the hospital."

"No."

"What?" Claire said, frowning at him-- and she wasn't the only one.

"Tony, you have to go to the hospital. Jim passed along your medical report from the military doctors, and he made it clear that you need another visit."

"Medical files are confidential, so you're both guessing that I need another visit," Tony said, even though he knew that Rhodey had looked at the details. He didn't want anyone poking around the arc reactor in his chest, and that included doctors.

Claire's frown deepened, like she knew he was hiding something.

Pepper and Happy started in on him about how he had to go to the hospital, and if he tried to refuse, they were going to drag him there. Tony knew that it was an empty threat, but he also knew that they would do their level best to force him. If it got bad enough, they'd probably hire someone to come to his house, which he was even less a fan of.

Claire being exactly who she was, put it in Tony's schedule, along with a visit to a therapist. It was someone who usually only worked with actors and musicians, but it meant that they were trustworthy to not spill any secrets.

Tony negotiated yes to the doctor, and no to the therapist. Claire nodded, and then scheduled a different therapist for two weeks later. When Tony got upset with her, she glared at him. Claire had never glared at him before, and then she said, "What part of 'kidnapped' has gone over your head? It's a little thing we like to call 'trauma'. Even if you go once and he says you're fine, you need to go."

"If I agree to go to that appointment, will you go with me to the benefit tomorrow?"

"Deal."

"Deal," Tony echoed with a grin. Pepper had said she'd go to the benefit on his behalf, but since she'd gotten her own invitation, he didn't think that would work. She wouldn't be there on his behalf; she'd just be there.

Claire dealt with the discovery of the armor pretty well-- a lot better than Pepper did, when she ended up finding out-- which surprised Tony. He'd thought that she'd freak out. What surprised Tony more was when she hauled off and punched Stane in the face. The man was in a massive metal suit, and Claire punched him. It didn't solve the situation and Tony still had to go repulsor to repulsor with him so that he was incapacitated when Shield got there to arrest him, but it was beautiful to behold.

"I can't believe you punched him," Tony said, trying to ignore all the feelings that wanted to send him into hiding. He'd known Stane his entire life, and... god, he didn't know what he was going to do. Claire had talked about investigations and lost inventory, and Tony was just trying to hold himself together.

"It didn't do much good," Claire said. She shifted the ice pack on her knuckles to a more comfortable position.

"Still, it was nice to see." Tony loved Pepper, but she didn't really do violence. Claire, on the other hand, hadn't hesitated. Tony had one hundred percent not expecting it. Claire had squared up like she was always ready for an eventuality like this. "You know, we never had that drink."

"I considered the attack on terrorists that night to be a good replacement for talking over drinks," she said, slanting a smile at him.

"You've got a weird idea about dates."

"Is that what you getting me a drink was supposed to be? A date?"

"Well technically, you going to the benefit with me was a date. The drink was to make it better."

"And since we left the drinks behind so you could give the armor a test drive, I think it counts as a continuation of the date," Claire said.

"You realize I have to quit now, right?" Claire said.

"What? No, absolutely not."

She rolled her eyes at him, but the fact that she was spending a lazy morning after in his bed took off the sting. "I am not going to be in a relationship with my boss."

"Aw, c'mon, you went on a date with your boss, and we both know that this isn't a matter of sexual favors and preferential treatment. What does it matter if you keep working for me?"

"I'm either going to date you or be your assistant. I'm not doing both."

"But you're so good at being my assistant," Tony whined.

Claire snorted. "In between your Iron Man duties and the company, you need two assistants. I'm not qualified to be two people. Besides, I found a charity I'm willing to work with, and I have an interview next week."

"When were you going to tell me that you were quitting?" Tony asked, failing to not sound offended.

"Last night. You distracted me."

"I think you have to give two weeks notice for this sort of thing." Having never been employed by someone other than his own company, he wasn't sure, but he'd heard about it enough times that he thought it was true.

"I told both Pepper and Human Resources, and they are looking for a new assistant fo you as we speak. Well, HR is. Pepper's probably busy with her own work, since it's not her job to find you an assistant."

Tony frowned. "She found you."

"We're friends, and I told her when I quit my last job. She didn't act as a head hunter and seek me out."

"Huh." He hadn't known about that, and he felt like he should have. "You're friends?"

"From college." She pushed herself up and stretched her arms.

Tony tugged her back down, grinning at the exasperated look she gave him. "Since I'm still your boss, I can say that our work day hasn't started yet."

"My day always starts before yours, otherwise you-" she tapped his chest pointedly "-wouldn't be anywhere on time."

"Fine, I won't get up until noon. That gives you until eleven or something, right? Right. So we can stay in bed until then, and-"

"You are ridiculous," Claire said, then she kissed him. "And I'm getting up, work or no work."

"I can't believe I signed up for this," Tony groaned.

#tony stark #claire dearing #marvel #jurassic world #fanfic #my writing

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winetae · 5 years ago

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:: modern loneliness

⇨ prompt : android!hoseok x reader. 2205 words. drabble with a possible follow-up. it’s been 38 days since you’ve last seen and interacted with a living, breathing person and you’re slowly going insane.

[Week 1 of lock down.]

At first, you’re optimistic.

Working from home comes with its own set of non-negligeable perks. Notably, no more commute time! No more squeezing in between sweaty men on the subway during rush hour just to get home. The new arrangement means that you’re no longer obliged to wake up at the ass crack of dawn to blow-dry your hair or meticulously put on makeup while stuffing a bagel into your mouth because you’re short on time.

On Day 1 of quarantine, you roll out of bed and don’t even bother to change out of your pajamas. It’s quite the sight. Not that you care whether or not your hair looks like a bird’s nest or if there’s a small hole in your shirt. You’d gladly take your flannel pants and old university sweatshirt with the coffee stain by the collar over the rigid pencil skirt and stupid obligatory heels they force you to wear to the office. Ironing? You don’t know her.

That’s not to say there aren't any inconveniences but as of now, the pros outweigh the cons. For one, you’re now allowed to add as much sugar into your coffee without susciting your coworkers’ judgement. You can blast angry rap songs while finishing your reports and no one will stop you. The list goes on.

With all this newfound time on your hands, you have no more valid reasons to procrastinate. You start off by cleaning out the kitchen cabinets you’d been meaning to re-organize for months. Then you rearrange your wardrobe, dust off the top shelves of your bookcase that you usually skip over because no one can see them, and water the potted plants you’d been neglecting.

It feels great to be so productive. Your friends tell you via FaceConnect that your productivity streak won’t last long, but you’re quick to shake off their doubts.

“I’m a new me!” You insist when Mia’s laughter echoes around your empty apartment. “My life is back on track. I feel like a proper adult now that I’m not struggling so much to get everything done.”

“Sure,” she humors you. “Just don’t get upset when I tell you I told you so.”

[Day 8 of lockdown.]

Now that your apartment is cleaner than it’s ever been, you need to find other means of entertainment. According to the internet, now is the ideal time to learn a new language or acquire a new hobby, like crocheting or playing the guitar. But while it might be technically possible to learn a language, you’re definitely not an overachiever. You’re aware of your own limits.

Today you try your hand at baking. To some it might not seem like a big deal. But for someone like you who solely uses the kitchen to boil ramyeon packets and chop the occasional vegetable, today’s venture into the world of cooking is the equivalent of a quantum leap.

The molten lava cakes that come out of the oven 15 minutes later don’t look like the picture advertised in the online recipe. They don’t taste like how you’d expected, either.

You try not to be too disappointed with your failed attempt. After all, it’s only your first try. Dry cakes aren’t that bad in comparison to the horrors that could have occurred. At least nothing is burnt and your oven is still intact. You’ll try again tomorrow with hopefully a little more success.

[Day 16 of lockdown.]

It turns out that baking is not for you. After numerous trials and errors you learn a few days later that you have no vacation to be a baker. You end up abandoning all attempts to acquire a new hobby and instead look for new ways to pass the time.

Thankfully, your home server is offering free VOD for a limited amount of time, so you’re not short on distractions. You consume around half a dozen cult movies, the kind people always reference and quote without actually watching, before you finally begin crossing TV series off your to-watch list.

You yawn. It’s 9 PM on a Saturday night and you’ve just finished binging the entire season of Tiger King. It’s the third show you’ve watched from start to finish since quarantine began and now you’re wondering whether you should start a fourth.

“Well, it’s not like I have anything better to do,” you say before a grimace crosses your face. “Oh great... Now I’m talking to myself.”

That can’t be a good sign, you think to yourself. How long has it been since you’ve last talked to someone? You used to call your parents every day but when there’s nothing new to report, the conversations become repetitive and dull.

You should call Mia. Just to see how she’s doing.

[Day 24 of lockdown.]

YOUR WEEKLY BASKET FROM FOODCONNECT HAS ARRIVED. ALL PURCHASES WILL BE ADDED TO YOUR MONTHLY EXPENSES CARD. REMINDER THAT DUE TO THE EXCEPTIONAL CIRCUMSTANCES, CONNECT CARDS ARE ALLOWED A 5000 EXCESS OVER FIXED LIMIT. TOTAL EXCESS HAS NOT YET BEEN REACHED.

[Day 38 of lockdown.]

You’re browsing BH, hoping to restock your vitamins. Lately you’ve been feeling tired and mentally drained, despite your workload not being what it used to be. Why you’re so exhausted is a mystery you’ve yet to solve. In all logic, your energy level should be at an all time high now that you’re working less and spending all your free time lounging on the couch surfing the internet.

According to the national health guideline, you’re supposed to be exercising an hour a day minimum in order for your body to remain in good condition. Your BODYCONNECT watch monitor beeps every hour to remind you that you haven’t completed the suggested activity.

Ugh.

You press the button on the side of the watch to turn the reminder off. It’s the fifth time you’ve had to silence it today but you can’t bring yourself to work up a sweat right this minute. You keep telling yourself that you’ll exercise later but like all things lately, later ends up being never.

Come to think of it, this isn’t the first time you’ve caught yourself slacking off. Where did all your motivation during week 1 of lockdown go? You don’t even have the strength to do ten jumping jacks anymore; it’s like your bones belong to a person three times your age - feeble and brittle and threatening to break at a moment’s notice.

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A bright yellow advertisement flashes on the top right corner of your screen. Intrigued, you follow the link without expecting much. The last thing you expect is to be brought directly to BH LAB’s homepage.

“Um… I don’t think I have the budget for this…” You mutter under your breath and prepare to exit out of the page.

Androids are usually employed by the government but the ones for sale to the general public are known to be exorbitantly expensive.

A message reads: EXCLUSIVE 1 HOUR PROMO, 40% OFF YOUR FIRST PURCHASE. Click here for more details. Offer valid for new customers only.

You pause and decide to click on the link. Looking around won’t hurt anyone, right? It’s not like you’ve decided to buy anything yet.

The seven Dwellers available for sale are just as good looking as you expected them to be. Their unnaturally good looks and vibrant green eyes are what makes them easy to pick out from the crowd.

You skim through each Dweller’s description. It seems that apart from the physical differences like their facial features and build, they each have their own specialty and characteristics. One of the best-selling models boasts the cooking ability of a 5-star chef, which you admit sounds very tempting since your skills with a knife are pathetic enough to make Gordon Ramsey cry.

Another best-selling model specializes in...sex. You blink, your cheeks warming as you read over the model’s description (the “thick, vibrating cock that guarantees an orgasm every time!” comment makes you choke on your saliva). You can understand straight away why this particular model would be so popular. All of the models are pretty, but this one’s face doesn’t look like it’s from this world. Confinement would make anyone horny, and when promised a godly sex bot equipped with a vibrating dick, well…

Too bad you’re too tired these days to even think about having “mind-blowing sex for 5 hours straight.” Having such intense intercourse would probably make you pass out on the Dweller’s artificial cock, and there’s no way in hell you would want someone from CONNECT to intervene after receiving distressed signals from your body monitor. That would just be embarrassing.

You’re about to exit out of the page, curiosity sated, when the last model catches your eye.

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Personality : This model is energetic. They are very active and therefore requires a minimum 6 hours to recharge. They are extremely tactile and will easily engage in skinship such as hugs or holding hands. They are talkative and will hold passionate conversations with you about almost any subject.

Likes : cleaning, working out

Dislikes : horror movies, strong smells

When reading the description, it feels they’re talking about a person rather than an android. You’re surprised to see that the Dwellers are programmed to have a certain personality that caters to specific needs because the only androids you’ve ever come across before are the government ones, and they’ve always been stoic and devoid of any distinguishing characteristic.

It would be nice, you think, to have a companion. Someone you could talk to for real instead of through a pixelated hologram. As much as you enjoy your time alone, each passing day locked in your apartment makes you realize how much you long for a hug. You miss holding someone in your arms, feeling their heartbeat against your cheek and the rise and fall of their chest as they squeeze you back.

Model JHS looks like he could fill that vacancy. Their smile is blinding, like they’re physically radiating sunshine through their expression alone. You don’t doubt their capacity to bring positive energy into your life.

Before you can think twice about it you’re adding the model to your shopping cart. The site asks you if you want to pay more in order to customize them. For an additional fee, you’re able to tweak the Dweller’s personality or modify their physical attributes to your liking. You skip over the option. For one, you don’t have the funds to afford a vibrating dick enhancement and two, you’re more than satisfied with your Dweller as they are.

It’s not until you finish supplying all your information including your Connect Card details and shipping address that you realize what a monumental purchase you’re about to make and how empty your account will be by the end of it.

You stare at the price listed at the bottom of the screen and weigh your options. Even with the 40% reduction, it’s not a negligible sum. You could buy several models of the new Birkin bag you’d been saving up for with this money.

Why purchase designer bags when you can’t even go out and use them? a voice argues. And - uh. Fair point.

In any case, you’d have to stop shopping, eating out all the time and going on frivolous trips overseas. Not that you really have a choice, given the circumstances.

You look at the laptop screen again. Are you seriously so touch-deprived that you’re willing to fork over that much money for a live-at-home android? Really?

Fuck it.

You click on [VALIDATE PAYMENT] before rationality has time to kick in and you change your mind again. Just as the screen changes and the new page loads, you feel your heart leap to your throat but it’s too late to back out now.

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You expel the breath you’d been holding. Your father will throw a fit once he finds out you’ve blown all your money on a bot. The criticism is warranted.

What are you even supposed to say to defend yourself? You’ve bought a Dweller on a whim while browsing for Vitamin C supplements.

Quarantine is really making you lose your goddamn mind, huh.

#blurb.txt #idk what to think of this tbh so i guess i'm just testing the waters?? if it's not too weird i'll write the rest #i really hesitated btwn jimin and hoseok dflkdjf it was a hard decision #drabble named after that lauv song

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thorne93 · 5 years ago

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Unforeseen Chasm (Part 42)

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together.

Word Count:2842

Warnings: Language, mentions of self-experimentation, mentions of cancer, implied smut, guilt. song for this part: Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my novels). It’s a collaboration with the amazing @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo. It started as a funny “What if…?” and it evolved and got huge. This took two years to write. We are both proud and happy and we hope you enjoy it. It follows from Thor 1 to Endgame in the MCU. Some of the timelines may be off in order to fit certain people, and some characters may show up earlier or in different ways than they have in the movie. But for the most part, it follows the MCU. It also has a bit of crossover with some other Marvel characters throughout the story.

Masterlist for Unforeseen Chasm

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Three days after the incident at the sanctum, Shannon had been in and out of the med bay per Bruce’s request. She was getting tired of going in to get her vitals checked when she could have Jarvis do them from her lab.

“Bruce, is all of this really necessary?” she questioned the man unaware as to why he’s doing so. “I said I was fine I just needed to rest.”

“Shannon, you were unconscious for almost two days, That's never happened before!” He looked exasperated while comparing the vitals from the previous day to today’s. “There's been an increase in how much time you spend under that's rapidly increasing.” He walked over to her to check her eyes.

“Wouldn't that have to correlate to how much time I spent over using my negative powers?” she half whined, hoping to get back to her lab soon enough. “Why can’t you just have JARVIS scan me and send you the vitals? I’ve been working on a new project using Steve’s super serum,” she said pulling out her holographic files.

“Well of course I could have done that but I’d much rather do it myself as a good friend would for another friend.” But truth be told he was doing so to keep an eye on Shannon so that she wouldn’t try to experiment on herself. Worried that she’d find out that she had a “cancer” of some sorts would destroy her. “Alright everything seems fine, just make sure to notify me if there’s a change or something okay?”

Getting off the bed, she wiped her hands on her skirt, then turned to look in the mirror. “I will, don't worry. You sound like my sister when she found out I had come home from a mission.” She smiled, remembering her sister Tracey cleaning up her cuts.

“Alright, alright, you’re free to go back to your lab,” he sighed giving her a small smile. “Check on Tony would you? He hasn't left his lab since last night,” he called over his shoulder while putting away the files.

“Sure thing, Bruce.” She skipped over to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Don’t stay in here too late either, we’re still on for that meditation time right?” she asked hoping to get some quiet time with him.

“I won’t stay late and yes we’re still on with that, see you then.” He waved her away, already occupied with figuring out how to help her be cured.

Shannon walked the halls of the tower for a few minutes trying to get some alone time before getting Tony out of the lab to go eat something and catch some cuddle time. Heading towards the main doors of the lab, she could hear his music pounding away against the walls. She shook her head and headed inside.

She stood there for a moment watching him work on one of the many suits he’d created. She noticed the iron woman suit had some changes to it, making her groan. Not wanting to disturb him just yet she walked over to her suit. She marveled at the detail he’s added into it.

“Like it?” He’d noticed her come in but didn’t want to stop working just yet. “I’ve made a few changes to the design.” He wrapped his arms around her waist

“I noticed. Why are you still working on it?” She turned to face him and smiled having him this close to her. “I told you I wasn't going to wear it,” she deadpanned.

“I know, babe, but it doesn’t hurt to have for safety,” he tried, hoping she’s be okay with it. “You know I just want to make sure your safe.”

“I know that, but my powers could be a hindrance to it.” She looked back at the suit. “My electricity could zap it and cause it to shut down.”

“I’m still figuring that out, babe, don’t worry.” He kissed her slowly. “Is this that skirt I like?” he asked as he lifted Shannon onto one of the work benches.

“Might be,” she teased. Feeling his hands slid up her legs.

“Going commando today I see?” He smirked. “You’re such a tease.” He nipped her shoulder.

“What can I say? I know how to rile you up.” She winked and kissed his jaw feeling his growing beard. “We should go eat. I know you’ve been in here since yesterday, Bruce told me.” She pulled back to look at him.

“I'm not hungry for food right now,” he growled at her. “We should head back to our room and I’ll order some food.” He lifted her up again and headed for the elevators.

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Bruce had let you have the day off yesterday to help Loki be tended to.

Seeing as Shannon was finally awake, he could go back to working on what the two had left off. He also had in mind talking to you about the possibility of traveling when needed or asked for, seeing as you’d done well and had made sure that Shield has been aware of your good standing they’ve agreed to give you a bit more freedom.

Heading back to his office he noticed that you were coming out of the elevator with drinks. “Morning, Bruce, got you that herbal tea you like to drink so often,” you said in a cheery voice, handing him his cup. “What are the plans for today?” You followed him to his office hoping to get started on something new.

“Actually before we get started on anything new, I wanted to talk to you on your parole and some of the new things they’ve added for you,” he said as he sat on the couch.

“Oh?” you said, starting to feel a little nervous. Maybe they were going to crack down on you now that Loki was out. Maybe they were going to say you couldn’t leave a fifty mile radius of the city. Maybe they were going to relocate Loki to somewhere other than the apartment, and the thought of that ripped you to shreds.

“No need to worry, you've been informed about the work part of your parole.” He motioned for you to join him. “I’ve been keeping track of the work you’ve done and so has Shield and they believe you deserve a bit more freedom.” He gave a pause so to let the news would sink in.

With this, a small smile perked at your lips. “Oh? Is that so? I’m glad to hear that… What exactly did they have in mind?”

“Well for starters, you’ll be able to travel to other states for work and for fun however there will be a certain amount of time to do the latter.” He pulled up a file of what he was sent. “I took the liberty of picking out some projects you might be interested to do from around the states.”

You couldn’t help that your eyebrows shot up. Allowed to travel to other states? Encouraged even? Getting paid to travel and work? Was this real?

“Wow. That sounds… amazing. Where all do you have? What are the projects?”

“Well there’s a project Jane is currently working on down in Nebraska.” He pulled up the file with her work. “It revolves around your expertise, and she specifically requested you.” The file for that project was on his desk and he retrieved the file handing it to you.

Your eyes scanned the file quickly. “This sounds really interesting. How would this work though? When would I stop work with you and begin with her? For how long? Can Loki accompany me?”

You weren’t sure he knew all the answers to your questions, but part of being a scientist meant questions were always swimming in your head.

“Balancing the workload for starters, there won't be much happening over here so you’ll mostly focus on what she’s doing unless I need you to look over something.” He sipped the tea and continued. “You can begin whenever you're done with what you're currently doing or want to start working with her,” he said taking a breath. “The length I am unaware of, Loki accompanying you would depend on his parole officer, but I’m sure if you spoke with him there might be some sort of compromise that could be made,” he reassured you hoping that answering all your questions will calm you a bit.

“I really appreciate you telling me about this. Thank you. Um, I’d like to think on it, just tonight. I can give you my answer tomorrow morning, if that’s alright?”

“Of course take as much time as needed. I’m sure there’s a lot to talk about with Loki. Whenever you have your answer, let me or Shannon know and we'll get things ready for you.” He got up and patted your shoulder. “If you need me I’ll be in the lab, go eat something and come in when you're done,” was what he said as he walked away putting on his lab coat.

You caught your lip between your teeth, chewing it as he walked away. This was a lot to think about, a lot to do. Another job, already? In a different state? Shannon’s wedding was coming up, you needed to be here for that. It felt… wrong, to up and leave her now, now that you were finally free.

But you couldn’t hold your career back either. It already had a long unintended pause on it.

You certainly had a lot to think about…

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Loki got home to the apartment before you -- God that still felt so foreign. Loki with a job, you with a job, going home to an apartment… All of these… domestic ideas that you never thought you would get with him. It was almost like the American dream -- for two alien terrorists.

“Hi, darling,” he greeted you with a quick kiss as you came in and dropped your purse. “How was your day?”

“Uh, good,” you slowly said, sitting at the kitchen island while he made you a drink.

“Doesn’t sound good,” he noted. “Everything alright?”

You nodded. “Yeah, everything is great. I have some news.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, Jane has a job opening… and she requested me to work with her.”

He smiled at you. “That’s wonderful! It’s good to know she still wants to work with you.”

With a nervous knot in your stomach, you began to play with your hands, your nervous habit. “Yeah… yeah, I guess. Um… it’s in Nebraska… I don’t know when it’ll start or end… That means that I don’t know if you can come. You still need your job here. Shannon needs me too, with the wedding and everything. I love New York. Nebraska is nothing but fucking corn… But it’s a project with someone I love working with. I just… I don’t want to turn down a good opportunity. I would be advancing my career, which is something I can’t afford not to do. But abandoning Shannon, and possibly you--”

“Darling, darling, stop,” he gently commanded. “Is this something you want?”

“I mean… I think so. Working with Bruce and Stark Industries is great. It looks awesome on a resume but I’m so tired of that tower and I’m not out in the field… I would love to be back out there, gathering data, crunching numbers…”

“Then it sounds to me like you have to do what you love, what’s best for you, and take this job.”

You peered up at him. “But what about us? What if you can’t come with me? You still need your job, it’s your parole…”

“And I’ll serve it.”

“We’ve never been apart,” you reminded.

“I think… after everything we’ve endured, some distance is the least of our concerns.”

“What about Shannon and the wedding? I feel like I’m completely bailing on her.”

“That’s something you’ll need to discuss with her, but if I know her, and I think I have a good idea, she will support you bettering your career and your life.”

You mulled this over for a moment. “And you’re sure you’ll be okay with me being thousands of miles away?”

He walked around the island and put his hand under your chin, raising your face to look into his eyes. “My love, I’m positive I want you to be happy, no matter what that costs. If we can’t withstand some distance, that says a lot about our relationship, doesn't it?” he challenged with a soft smirk.

You sighed. “I suppose you’re right… Well, I need to to talk to Shannon then… Thank you for supporting me.” You wrapped your arms around his waist as he held you back, kissing your forehead.

In a barely audible whisper, he said, “Anything for you, my love.”

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The following morning, you begrudgingly walked into Shannon’s office. You stood outside the office, taking deep breaths, trying to calm your nerves. Would Shannon completely hate you after this? Would she just feel like you were abandoning her after all the strings she pulled to get you out? Would she yell? Would she cry?

You knew she would support you, of course she would. But this was her wedding, the wedding she dreamed of ever since she laid eyes on Stark… And now you were disappearing…. What kind of message did this send? You left her for Asgard. You left her for Loki. You nearly killed her for Loki. Now that you were free, and swore you would spend more time with her, you were ready to leave for another job -- leaving the one she got for you.

Knowing Shannon like the back of your hand, you knew she would want you to go take this job… But that was before this engagement. Any other circumstance, she wouldn’t hesitate to send you off. But now? Now you weren’t so sure.

With a final deep breath, you opened her door and knocked, peering at her working. “Hey, Shan? You got a sec?”

She looked up from the wedding binder she had on the table. “Hey Y/N/N, for you always. What's up?” She closed the binder putting it back on the shelf next to a picture of Tony and her in Alaska. “Come on in, Y/N, need any help?”

You tentatively stepped in and took a seat in front of her desk. “Actually, yeah. Um… so… Jane offered me a job in Nebraska…” you stated, ripping the bandaid off. “Loki told me he’s okay if I take the job, but I wanted to come to you… We don’t know how long it will be… so, I don’t know if it’ll interfere with the wedding. I mean, I won’t be here for dress shopping or cake tasting and stuff…”

This was it. She was going to either blow up on you or shut down. You tensed, awaiting her reaction.

Shannon’s demeanor changed. She had been calm almost peacefully been looking through her wedding things. And now she had an unreadable expression. But there was a hint of emotion in her eyes.

“Y/N/N, you know I’ll always support you a hundred percent. Go for it! I'm glad Jane’s wanting to work with you again,” she started off saying. “I can practically see the nerves popping off you, Y/N. I’m not mad. I haven't even made appointments for any of those things yet besides that one day we went in to look at dresses. There’s still a lot to get done, and I'm sure even by Jane’s side you’ll be able to help.” She got quiet for a moment thinking. “I could probably have Stephen bring you to me when I need your help and have him teleport you back really quickly.” Shannon seemed to relax knowing what you were worried about.

“Really? You’re sure? I’m not… fucking the whole wedding up?” you questioned.

“Heck no! Go ahead. If I really need you I’ll have Nightcrawler poof me to your side.” She smiled, knowing he’d enjoy helping again. “Your career has been on hold long enough plus being here all the time has got to be getting to you, I know it does sometimes for me.”

You nodded gently. “You realize you’re literally the best person on this planet, right?” you asked before jumping up and rounding the desk to give her the tightest hug.

Shannon laughed and waved her hand. “What can I say? I would do anything to help you succeed, your my best friend till the end.” She hugged you equally as tight. “Now why don’t you go tell Bruce and I’ll get started on the paperwork.” She kissed your forehead before letting you go.

Grinning from ear to ear you nodded, nearly racing out of her office. “I owe you big time! Thank you!” With that, you ran down the hall, to the elevator, then up to the lab, where you formally accepted the job. Bruce said he was happy for you and stated he would let Jane know, and get the paperwork underway with SHIELD.

Next stop: Nebraska.

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yadds · 5 years ago

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Tony Reappears - Pt 2

The follow-up to my previous post looking at what would happen if Tony appeared out of nowhere to be found by Peter, who’s still haunted by Beck’s reality bending.

In which Tony is in bad shape and Peter helps, Strange snarks, and Pepper gives him the kick in the pants he needs.

This is now Part 2 of what is looking to be turning into a slow-burn starker, y’all. Just a heads up, it’s still Pepperony for now since it’s pretty much canon compliant through Endgame.

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Peter was at his side before he could blink, hands hovering, unsure, before cradling Tony’s face briefly, eyes darting across his features as he catalogued every detail. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I-is it really you?”

Tony just nodded wearily, letting out a soft huff as Peter’s hands slid back through Tony’s hair, touching the gray at his temples reverently. Seriously, if he wasn’t already about to pass out he’d probably be reeling from the emotional whiplash of seeing Peter transform back into the gentle, wholesome boy he remembered.

When Peter seemed to be content to simply stare, followed by flitting, fleeting touches, Tony cleared his throat before croaking, “Hands?”

Peter’s brow scrunched in confusion before realization dawned, cheeks flushing. “Oh! Oh, oh, oh my gosh. Of course. Um, here, one second,” he muttered, fumbling with something on his web shooters before producing a vial of clear liquid that he poured carefully over the webbing on Tony’s hands.

“This is normally something I use in aerosol form from my web shooters, but it can make a mess and it makes everything ironically sticky, so I figure you might not appreciate a potential full-body spray. I’m still working out the kinks - It’s surprisingly rare that I ever need to prematurely dissolve my webbing,” Peter explained, voice high and quick like he was nervous.

“I seem to remember designing a solution for that specific problem - in fact, I think it was the first thing I did when I got back to my lab with remnants of your spider juice still stuck to my hands after our first meeting,” Tony said. Or at least he tried to, but his mouth just wouldn’t cooperate. It came out more like; “I...solution already...lab...spider juice,” with incoherent mumbling in between.

But Peter, bright, wonderful Peter, got the gist and grinned, small and guarded but genuine. “Yeah, of course you did Mr. Stark,” he assured as he pulled Tony’s hands away from the wall and set them gently on the floor next to him. “You thought of everything for my suits! But I’m always tinkering with the web fluid design so I’m also having to change the dissolving solution.”

How long has it been? Tony finally thought to wonder.

Peter sat back on his haunches, still staring wonderingly at Tony. Tony couldn’t blame him - if he had the energy, he’d probably be doing the same thing. He had invented time travel, primarily to bring back one Peter Parker, to remedy his worst failure. Of course, saving the rest of the world was motivation as well, but that was mostly an afterthought. And other than a quick, heartfelt hug on a battlefield at the end of the world, he never got the chance to acknowledge that he had actually succeeded.

But now that his life wasn’t in immediate danger, his pounding headache and burning throat were clamoring for attention again. Right. A glass of damn water, that’s how this started.

Tony’s head listed to the side, staring forlornly at the fridge. It was only about two feet away, but it might as well have been two thousand miles.

Peter followed his gaze and, noticing the shattered glass on the floor, quickly realized what Tony was wanting. “You want some water, Mr. Stark?”

Tony nodded gratefully. When Peter returned a minute later, he tried to lift his hands to grab the cup, but couldn’t get them to do more than twitch. After hovering awkwardly for about thirty seconds, Peter hesitantly lifted the glass to Tony’s mouth, tilting it carefully so that the water trickled slowly past his lips.

When that first drop of cool, clean water touched his tongue, Tony’s breath hitched and his eyes stung, overwhelmed by the relief of it. But after only three swallows, he felt the liquid fall heavily into his completely empty stomach and he clamped his lips shut tight. Peter’s intent, watchful gaze and quick reflexes ensured that he noticed almost immediately and righted the glass, pulling it away. Now that Tony could feel the moisture on his face from the slight dribble that escaped his mouth, he realized how agonizingly dry his skin felt, stretched taut and paper thin. His heart was racing, chest heaving, the thirty seconds of interrupted breathing it took to have his precious drink apparently too much after everything else.

He glanced back up at Peter to see his face creased with concern, his mouth moving but no sound coming out. He could definitely make out the ‘Are you okay?’ forming on Peter’s lips.

He tried to respond. To reassure him that he was fine, he just needed to rest, but spots were blooming behind his eyes, slowly taking up his field of vision as his heart rate continued to increase. Uh oh. He was pretty familiar with the way an overstressed heart felt and this was suspiciously similar. He felt Peter’s hands press firmly on his chest and saw his name frantically falling from his mouth before his eyes rolled back and everything faded away.

When he awoke, he blinked blearily, eyes sluggishly tracking around the room he was in. Off-puttingly white, machines beeping quietly in the background, and people in scrubs off to the side. A hospital. Which was probably apt, considering he felt like he’d been starved to death only to be thrown in front of a train and lit on fire. He also took note of the comfortable mattress and tastefully low lighting. So he was probably in one of his own facilities.

“Mr. Stark! You’re awake!” Tony startled at the exclamation to his right, not aware that anyone was there. He turned his head to see Peter, the wizard standing aloofly behind him.

“What happened?” Tony asked scratchily, hand coming up to rub absently at his throat. Peter leapt to his side to bring a cup of water with a straw to him, only letting him take a few sips this time before pulling it away. Tony gave him a quick smile in thanks.

“Well I was hoping you’d be able to tell us,” Strange said dryly.

“I meant my health at the moment, which I thought you might have a better idea of than I since you’re actually a doctor, as you’re so fond of reminding me,” Tony responded, finding the remote and levering his bed up to sit up slightly, feeling much more human than the last time he’d been awake.

Strange stared at him impassively for a long moment before replying. “Of course. Well your vitals are stable now. Your main ailments are malnutrition and dehydration extreme enough to bring you to the brink of organ failure, which has been aided by the IV fluids and nutrients you’ve been receiving for the three days you’ve been unconscious. You’ll be on a strict diet for a while before you’re ready to eat normally.”

“Spectacular,” Tony sniped. At least he’d regained enough energy to maintain his flippant attitude. Priorities. “Don’t worry Doc, I know the drill. Been there, done that. Would have gotten the t-shirt, but they were fresh out. You know the saying. Whatever. Point is, that’s a pretty standard medical issue. A little above your pay grade these days isn’t it?”

“I was simply answering your question, Stark. That’s not why I’m here.”

When silence followed that statement, Tony gestured in his direction. “Do you need an engraved invitation to finish that thought? A drumroll? Some dramatic mood lighting?”

The smothered laugh from Peter’s direction was a pleasant counterpoint to the irritated pursing of lips from Dr. Strange.

“I would have thought it would be pretty clear. You reappeared unexpectedly after being dead for 3 years. I’m here to figure out what’s going on and make sure you haven’t completely torn a hole in the fabric of the universe, as I’m sure you would at the first possible opportunity.”

“And to make sure you’re really okay, you know, mind, body, soul and all that,” Peter chimed in.

“Yes. You do appear to actually be alive, by the way, considering near organ failure affected you as it would anyone else. Further tests will need to be done to determine if everything else is ‘normal’,” Strange explained.

“Mmhmm,” Tony hummed with a dismissive nod. He was choosing to work very hard at not thinking about the fact that he’d pulled some kind of resurrection act. He didn’t know how he was back, if he was still himself, how long he would be here or anything. And he was choosing to live in blissful ignorance at this point. That was a problem for future Tony. If there would be one. Who knows? He could disappear tomorrow.

“So you really don’t remember anything?” Strange pushed.

Tony glared at him. “Whoops, you caught me, Merlin. I’m purposely keeping a whole host of information all to myself so that I can remain under constant surveillance and suspicion. Because that’s how I get my jollies. No. I remember dying - which, not super fun, let me tell you - then nothing, until I suddenly showed up here. Or there. Am I still at the Compound? Where am I?”

“Yeah, you’re at the Avengers medbay on the Compound campus,” Peter answered helpfully.

“Well there you go. Consider me interrogated,” Tony intoned.

Strange was opening his mouth, probably to continue his inane, insulting questioning, but Tony cut him off as he saw the door to his room open. “Pepper, Honey, light of my life!” he called, holding his arms out in her direction.

Pepper stopped right inside the doorway, hand falling heavily on the wall beside her as she stared at Tony with wide eyes that were quickly filling with tears, chin quivering. “Tony,” she whispered.

“The one and only. Come on Doll, don’t leave me hanging here,” he joked, hoping the desperation that was creeping into his chest wasn’t apparent in his voice.

Pepper finally moved, stumbling to a stop at Tony’s bedside and collapsing to the side of the bed to gather him in her arms. Tony let out a heavy, ragged sigh. Yes. This is what he’d needed, her warmth seeping into his skin like a toasty towel fresh out of the dryer.

After a moment, he looked around and frowned. “Where’s the munchkin?”

Pepper pulled back, looking uncomfortable but not averting her gaze. “Tony. We don’t know yet what’s going on - are you really back? For how long? Are you completely stable? It didn’t seem right to bring Morgan into this until we knew for sure.”

“Right, yes, of course,” he murmured, heart seizing in his chest again. It all made sense and objectively, he agreed. She was still so young - to involve her now when he could possibly be gone in another five minutes would just be devastating.

But subjectively, it was fucking ripping him to shreds. His daughter, his baby girl. Even if he was only here for five seconds, he’d want to spend them holding her tight. But that was selfish. She’d probably moved on by now, made some kind of peace with his death. He didn’t want to ruin her world all over again. And what if he wasn’t safe? What if he suddenly went berserk? What if he was some radioactive mutant or some crazy shit like that? No, this was the right decision. Didn’t mean it wasn’t low key killing him all over again though.

Suddenly he was a lot more motivated to face everything and get it all figured out. Guess he’d have to actually cooperate with fucking Dumbledore. Wonderful.

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Part 3 - Tony comes back with more than he bargained for

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browneyedhimbo · 5 years ago

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Magnets

Paring: Not really one, just platonic

Summary: Bucky doesn’t like his arm, always reminding him of Hydra and what they did to him. Little does he know, a certain little avenger takes notice of this and decides to take matters into his own hands, with some help of course.

Warning: Fluff, Swearing

Word Count: 2k

A/N: I FINALLY FINISHED IT!! This went waaay over the word count I originally thought it’d take. Just so you all know, I’m not that good with summaries buuut I tried. Also, sorry there are so many time skips. Not sure if this idea has been done or not, but if it has this is my take on it.

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"I want to make him feel better. But I just don't know what to do. He glares at the thing when he thinks no one is looking." Peter Parker said as he was putting books in his locker.

"Well, have you tried sticking magnets to it? You said it was metal right?" Ned suggested.

"Vibranium actually. But yeah. You know what? That sounds like a great idea!" Peters's eyes lit up with excitement, knowing exactly what kinds of magnets to get.

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Now on a mission, he was swinging as fast as he could through the compound.

"Peter swings from side to side. Sticking to the walls. He jumps and he - AH!" Swings right into Tony, making them both fall with an oof.

"Why the rush kid?" Tony asks getting up and outstretching his hand to help Peter.

"I'm on a very important mission, Mr. Stark. Top secret." With a sweet smile and fake salute, he was back on his way to Bucky's room.

"I swear that kid's going to be the death of me," Tony mumbled with a sigh. "Fri keep an eye on him."

"Yes, boss."

~~~~~~

After Peter knocked he started to feel a little anxious. Maybe he wouldn't like it? Or maybe he'll think its a stupid idea? Or maybe -

"Peter? What're you doin here?" Peter started fiddling with the bag in his hand.

"Hey there Mr. Barnes uh sir. I uh, I got you something. Hopefully, it'll make you feel better. Or at least I hope it does. Even if it doesn't, I mean - well. It’s just - um. Here.” Looking down, Peter sheepishly handed the bag to Bucky. Hearing a chuckle made Peter whip his head up so fast you’d think it’d break. Turns out he had nothing to worry about. The big smile plastered on Bucky’s face was contagious enough to make the kid smile too.

“So you like it? Even though it’s cheesy and probably stupid?”

“Cheesy yes, but it’s not stupid.” Peter’s soft brown eyes locked onto Bucky’s steal blue ones and saw the sincerity and seriousness behind the words.

“Why don’t you come in and help me put them on,” Bucky said while walking back inside toward his bed, leaving the door open.

“Oh uh, sure!” Closing the door and walking in Peter noted the few things in the dulled grey room. A decent-sized red oak stained office desk sat tucked in a corner with a small modern desk lamp on it, papers neatly piled and a notebook next to it, a pretty big sized bed pushed up against the wall very neatly made military-styled, and a decent-sized tv hung on the wall right across from it. His heart ached for the poor soldier. He knew Bucky would isolate himself from the others, but he figured he'd have things in his room to make up for it. Keep him occupied.

Bucky plopped on the bed, Peter in tow. Hesitantly, Peter put his hand in the bad and grabbed the first magnet he felt. Bringing his hand out, they both saw it was an iron man helmet.

"Well, what are the odds?" Bucky let out a laugh making Peter chuckle.

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About 10 minutes later Peter put the last magnet on Bucky's arm, a proud smile evident on his face. He sat back and admired his work. Different types of Avengers and New York magnets stuck to the arm.

Bucky seemed to like it. Turning his arm a few times to see the kid's hard work.

"Looks great Pete. Thank you." Bucky smiled and ruffled Peter's hair causing them both to laugh again. Peter looked at his watch and mentally cursed. It was 6:53 and he told May he would be home by 7. He started grabbing his stuff and shoved them into his backpack.

"Sorry to leave like this Mr. Barnes. I told my aunt I'd be home by 7," he started rambling as he was putting his web-shooters on his wrists. "Maybe I can swing by tomorrow after school and we can add more on. Oo or maybe-" Bucky let out a chuckle cutting of Peters rambling.

"Kid. You're aunt."

"Oh right! Bye Mr. Barnes!" He yelled out before swinging out the compound through the window.

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It was another 5 minutes after Peter had left and Bucky still sat on the bed. Undisturbed, unmoving, thoughts racing. It's not unknown that Bucky doesn't like talking much to the others. Sure he'll hold small talk when he has to, and yeah he'll hang out with Sam and Steve more than anyone else, but if he's being honest with himself, he'd rather just workout and stay in his room instead of constantly being worried they'll mistreat him, or rather, treat him like a villain. Okay, maybe that's a bit extreme. But he doesn't want to risk it, opening up and getting shut down, being nice and then getting the cold shoulder.

That's why he always separated himself from them. But the kid, that kid. Peter Parker. Whenever he was around, he always managed to bring out a different side of Bucky. A happier more open side, and no it's not just the fact that he's similar to how Steve was before that soldier serum, but there was a certain energy he had. Always happy, bright, ready to help, innocent. Bucky swore he was going to protect him, no matter what.

~~~~~~

No matter how busy the Avengers can get (not really), they always try to have movie night. Though he won't show it, Bucky is always excited for movie night. He's missed so much. It gives him a small ache in his chest, but he's just glad he's there.

After grabbing the popcorn bowl, Bucky walked into the living room only to be hollered and whistled at by Sam and Clint.

“So you finally decided to take your arm into the workshop then huh Barnes?” Sam smugly asked.

“Got it detailed? And oh lookie, it even has an arrow!” Clint smirked. They never could never resist a moment to tease the ex-assassin.

“Yeah. It was all Peter’s idea. Make one more joke and I’ll crack you for it.” Though he said it in a light tone, smirk in place, they all knew he was being serious. Everyone knew Bucky was more protective of Peter than Tony. And that says something.

“Alright, alright.” Sam put up his hands in mock surrender.

“Sit your ass down so I can get some of that popcorn then.” Clint slapped his hand on a spot next to him on the couch. Bucky shook his head at the archer while sitting down. The intro credits started rolling and when the main title popped up, it seemed familiar to him. ‘Star Wars’. Where has he heard that? Peter. It was always Peter.

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It happened randomly. Last week, Tony was working in the lab when FRIDAY started playing videos for him.

“Uh Fri? What’s this?”

“You asked me to keep on Peter, sir.” FRIDAY’s voice echoed through the lab. So he sat there. Watching every single video. And boy did they surprise him. He personally never really saw sweet caring side of Barnes. Sure Tony knew Bucky was capable of it, but it was quite a shock seeing him being so gentle with the kid. But Tony understood. Tony knew exactly what Peter meant to Bucky and what Bucky meant to Peter. It was a weird twist between parental and sibling bonds. Which explains why Tony is currently is the lab sketching up different designed arms for the super soldier.

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“Hey, Mr. Stark you’ll never believe what happened on patrol last night.” Peter was saying while walking into the lab. “There was this big - oh what’s this? New repulsor arm design or something?” Tony couldn't help but laugh at the kid's antics of changing the subject so quickly.

“For once, no.” Tony started. “I’ve seen how close you and Barnes have been lately. I knew sooner or later you were gonna ask me about building a new arm for him, so I started some designs last night for you to choose from.” Peter’s mouth dropped. And he also couldn't pinpoint exactly what he was feeling either.

“Am I that easy to read?” Tony gave a small smile at the kid before turning to the designs and spreading them out for Peter to see.

“Oo I like that one. But maybe we can make it more realistic. That way it doesn’t trigger a bad memory or anything.” Peter started rambling while messing with the design. The kid definitely reminded Tony of himself in so many ways, but his purity is what truly defines him.

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Five hours, four oil spills, three coffee pots, and two naps later, the arm was finished. Peter could hardly contain himself. He was so happy that finally after so long, Bucky can now say he was truly free from Hydra.

“How you feeling kid?” Tony asked, clasping a hand on Peters's shoulder. The kid looked up, tears in his eyes. Tony was starting to panic. Shit, why is crying? Why is crying? Why? Why? Why?

“Thank you, Mr. Stark.” Peter choked out. Tony immediately brought the kid to his chest, cradling his neck. A sad smile making away on his face. Now he understood. Tony always understands.

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Rapid knocking is what pulled Bucky out of his thoughts. Thinking something bad has happened he rushed over to the door. Though he wasn’t ready to fling the door open to find a bouncing Peter ready to bolt at a moment's notice.

“Pete, what happened? Did something happen? Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Bucky started inspecting the kid making sure nothing was broken or bruised. Peter let out a laugh.

“No. Everything is PERFECT!” He smiled brightly, causing the soldier to smile too. “BUT, follow me!” Peter started running towards the lab, looking back every few strides to make sure Bucky was right behind him. When they got to the entrance of the lab, Peter stopped.

“You don’t mind me covering your eyes, do you?” Peter tentative asked, holding up a blindfold.

“Nah. I trust you kid.” Seeing the kid's eyes light up always made Bucky feel happy and warm inside.

After putting the blindfold on, Peter gently guided Bucky to where the arm was displaying. Tony had left to give them space, but FRIDAY on the hand, had some other plans and recording was one of them. Slowly, Peter untied the blindfold.

“This is the lab.” Bucky started looking around, confusion evident on his face.

“Very good observation Sherlock Holmes.” Peter snickered. The playful death glare Bucky sent his way completely obliterated the seriousness Peter wanted to embody and sent him to a fit of giggles. “Look down.” All laughter subsided. Bucky picked up the arm and inspected it. Peter couldn’t tell what emotion Bucky was feeling. All he saw was an emotionless face before Bucky turned his face out of view.

Bucky stared at the arm. His mind was racing a million miles a minute. For a long second, he thought this wasn’t real, any of this. But the burning sensation in his eyes told him otherwise. He felt the lump in his throat, the shaking of his hands. No matter how deep a breath he took, Bucky felt like he couldn’t breathe. So many emotions and thoughts. He took a shaky breath and looked over at Peter. And it was there, that Peter saw the real Bucky for the first time.

Ever so slowly, Bucky placed the arm back on the table. He walked over to where Peter was standing still and engulfed him in the biggest hug. And Peter clinging on to him.

"Thank you. Thank you, Peter." Bucky started sobbing. He never would've thought that the one to help him pick up the pieces would be a kid from Queens. Yet, here they were attached like magnets. Like the family they both ever wanted.

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7-wonders · 6 years ago

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Ironically Alive

Summary: Now that you’ve recovered from your first meeting with your father-in-law, one question nags at your mind: what about the rest of Michael’s family?

Word Count: 3124

A/N: Mad Love part 8, woo! Hope you guys enjoy, if you do I’d love to hear your thoughts on it. Comments, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated.

Michael’s back to his awkward self for the rest of the weekend, but you can’t really blame him. How is a person supposed to act when their father kidnaps the subconscious of their spouse and attempts to scare them into submission? After your wonderful Friday with him, though, it’s disheartening to be back on opposite sides of a figurative brick wall. You spent most of the day yesterday in bed, reading a book to try and keep your mind off of your encounter with Satan. Although Michael stopped in periodically, he wasn’t nearly as attentive as he was the day before. Since you’re leaving the mansion in a matter of hours, you at least want to talk to him a little bit. Michael, you’ve noticed, has a habit of avoiding people or things when there’s a subject that he desperately doesn’t want to talk about.

A solitary knock on the office door is the only advance warning you provide before swinging open the door and waltzing in, a sarcastically cheerful “hi, Mikey!” falling from your lips. Michael tries not to react, but you can see the slight quirk of his lips as he rolls his eyes.

“I thought you were made aware that no one is allowed in my office?”

“Figured that didn’t apply to your wife,” you reply while taking a seat in the chair on the opposite side of the large oak desk.

“You believe that you’re exempt from all the rules of this household,” Michael points out.

“That’s because I am exempt.” You lay your head down on your arms, looking up at Michael while he works.

“Something’s on your mind.”

“You promised me that you wouldn’t use your magic!”

“I didn’t. Your eyes, however, always manage to betray you.” Shooting a quick glare at him, you can only hold a stern expression for a quick second before your lips twitch and you sigh.

“I was just...well, we need to talk about what happened on Friday.”

“What is there to talk about? I had assumed you asked all of your questions after it happened.”

“I’ve thought of some more.”

“Of course you have,” Michael chuckles, rolling his eyes. “Ask away, then.”

“When Satan was speaking to me, he mentioned your mother, but you’ve never mentioned her to me.” Michael stiffens at your words, slowly laying down his pen and looking up at you.

“I’ve never seen the need to mention her.”

“Why not?”

“Must I explain my reasoning to you?”

“I just think it’s a little unfair that you get to know every single detail about me, but then you get to pick and choose what you tell me about you.” You know not to press him when you’ve already made some valid points, so you wait in silence as he mulls over what you’ve said.

“My mother’s name was Vivien Harmon, she was a cellist and the wife of an adulterer. The Harmon family moved from Boston to Los Angeles, in the hopes that it would repair Vivien and Ben’s relationship. Unfortunately, that move would mark the beginning of the end, for they moved into the so-called ‘Murder House.”

“The house where those two nurses were murdered by that serial killer?”

“That and more. The house sits upon a Hellmouth, causing all of the spirits that die there to remain trapped as spirits. My father took advantage of a young, impressionable boy, possessing him and making him--” Michael’s voice breaks as he shakes his head, “--making him rape Vivien. Vivien, however, was already pregnant by Ben.”

“So...you have a twin? How is that even possible if you each have different fathers?”

“It’s incredibly rare in modern medicine, but it does happen. I overpowered him in the womb, basically starved him of nutrients and prevented him from ever being able to survive. A boy named Jeffrey, born stillborn mere minutes before I was born. The stress, the carnage that was my birth killed Vivien. That’s all I wish to say about the matter.”

“Michael,” you reach a hand out to touch his arm, but he jerks his arm away while wiping a stray tear from his face.

“You should be getting back home, (Y/N). Don’t you have an early class tomorrow?”

“I--yeah, I do.” Standing, you bounce awkwardly as you wait to see if Michael says anything else. “Uh, see you later?”

“Later. I’ll call you.” He’s short, in a way that he normally isn’t with you. Reaching the door, you turn around to look at him one last time. He’s facing away from you, staring out at the warm afternoon light while lost in his thoughts.

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Curiosity is going to get you killed one day, but you’re hoping that day isn’t today. Maybe you should have left the conversation with Michael in his office, but it was all too easy to find the address for the Murder House, and even easier to pick the lock once evening fell and you could move under the cover of darkness. The entire time you were fiddling with the lock on the back door, you told yourself that you would leave if you couldn’t get it open; a sign that you were meant to leave the information as it was, and never speak of your trip to Michael again. But when the lock popped open after only two minutes of picking it, you took it as a sign that you needed to pursue this matter further.

The light of your phone flashlight illuminates your surroundings, and you’re shocked to see that it doesn’t look like the dusty interior of any horror movie house you’ve seen prior to this. It’s well-kept, every odd and end in its place and not a speck of dust in sight. You hesitantly flip the light switch next to you, the light suddenly flooding in from the overhead ceiling lamp that someone still works. You’re pretty sure you can even hear an air conditioner running, and you briefly wonder if a family does live here and if you’ve just accidentally committed breaking and entering. If you have, then it’s a family who doesn’t like to personalize their home at all. There’s no photographs up, no childish artwork hanging on the fridge, nothing besides the obsessive cleanliness to indicate that anyone lives here.

Trailing your fingers along the wall, you take your time as you meander through the house. Although you don’t want to, you find yourself imagining a younger Michael. Was he a cherubic blond boy, chasing after a toy ball down this long hallway? Did he sit atop the arm of the couch while watching the house get cleaned, little legs swinging in the air? Which bedroom belonged to him? Thinking of Michael like this humanizes him, in a way. He’s always been human to you, but he’s always seemed like this indomitable figure that you could never fully touch. Having these mental images of Michael as a gap-toothed child somehow makes him seem just like every other person that you’re friends with.

Oh god, are you friends with Michael now? You did kiss him, so this shouldn’t be too startling, but being friends with the man who had you kidnapped doesn’t sit too well. People are supposed to be friends with their spouses though, right? That’s a good start, then, that you’ve gone from despising him to actually considering him one of your friends.

“It’s rude to break into a locked house, even if it is abandoned,” a cool voice mutters behind you. Gasping, you spin around at the unexpected voice.

An older woman with pinned-back red curls and mismatched eyes, one brown and one cloudy blue, stands before you. She’s clutching a feather duster in her liver-spotted hands, a white maid’s collar selling the look that this is the maid of the house.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know that people lived here or else I wouldn’t have picked the lock!” You mentally curse upon realizing that you just admitted your guilt.

“Child, surely your mind isn’t so closed off to believe that.” The woman smiles, extending a hand for you to follow her. “Come, I can practically see your mind whirring with questions.”

“How do you--”

“Please, we could feel the Devil’s mark on your soul from the moment you slipped through the gates.” A clean southern accent accompanies the words that float down the winding staircase along with the woman in a flowing dress, blonde hair teased into a beehive and delicately balancing a glass of bourbon and a cigarette in one hand. “My dear, you look as if you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Funny,” you say dryly.

“Now, who are you and how did my grandson manage to dig his claws into such a pretty, intelligent girl?” She reaches a shaking hand out, clutching your chin in her grasp.

“You’re…?”

“Why, Constance Langdon, of course.” Although Michael had never told you about his grandmother, the dramatics that both favor would have been enough of a giveaway. “You do know what that boy is, don’t you?”

“Unfortunately.” When Constance quirks an eyebrow at you, you continue. “He had me kidnapped and forced me to marry him in some weird Satanic ritual. Now I’m his wife, which is super ironic because the institution of marriage is inherently tied into religion.” You laugh awkwardly, not really sure how else to explain your unconventional situation.

“Welcome to the ‘lives ruined by Michael’ club.” A teenager with shaggy blond hair wearing an ill-fitting green sweater appears in front of your eyes, Constance tightening her grip on you to keep you from falling down the stairs in surprise. “I’m Tate and I’ll be your tour guide today,” Tate snickers.

“Um, I’m (Y/N).”

“Could you let go of her, Ma? Your nails are going to pierce her skin any second now.” Your eyes widen when your mind connects the dots. This must be the man who was unwillingly conscripted into Michael’s conception. Before you can form a coherent thought in your brain, Tate grabs your arm and pulls you from his mother’s grasp and in the direction of a living room. “Why are you here? We don’t get much in terms of visitors here, and when we do they’re usually killed by the ghosts here.”

“That’s not comforting at all,” you blanch.

“None of us could kill you even if we wanted to, not with the Devil having laid protection on your soul.” At least there’s one upside to being married to Michael, then.

“I just want answers, I guess. I get that Michael’s, you know, Satan’s kid, but there’s still the whole nature versus nurture debate. Could it have been prevented? What was it like when he was growing up? Did he just live in a house with ghosts? Did Satan raise him? Where do the Satanists come into this equation?” Once you start asking questions, you can’t stop, the inquiries pouring out of you like word vomit.

“Whoa, slow down. Who said we were even going to answer your questions? I may not be able to kill you, but I can still make your time here extremely painful.”

“Fuck off, Tate, you don’t scare me after everything that I’ve seen,” you roll your eyes at his pathetic intimidation attempt.

“You’ve seen it too, haven’t you?” A woman with copper hair leans against the doorway, a sleeping baby in her arms.

“Seen what?”

“Satan,” her voice drops to a mere whisper, as if the very mention of his name will summon him to this house. You don’t need to answer her, the widening of your eyes giving her your reply. “At least I was able to give Michael some humanity, or else he wouldn’t have someone like you as his bride.”

“Vivien?” A sad smile appears on her face as she nods.

“What did you see that made you seek out a place like this for answers?” A crowd has gathered, with spirits that you haven’t yet met joining the few that you have.

“I--It was on Friday. Michael lets me have my freedom during the week, so long as I spend the weekend with him. I had decided to take a bath, and I must have dozed off. When I woke up, I was faced with Satan. He...taunted me, made fun of me and then berated me for not yet procreating with Michael. Then he tried to kill me. I guess I screamed loud enough to jolt myself back to consciousness, because when I woke up Michael was yanking me out of the bath.

“Michael has never told me anything about his family, and so I was surprised when Satan mentioned you, Vivien. He complained about the fact that you had managed to pass your overly caring heart to Michael. I tried to ask Michael about his family today, but he gave me the story of his birth and then told me to leave. I’ve never been the type of person to leave with unanswered questions, so I came here. Probably not the smartest decision I’ve ever made, but it's the one that I stuck with.”

“That boy…” Constance steps forward, taking a swig of bourbon and bringing a hand up to her throat, “is nothing but a monster. You’d do well to find a way out of this marriage that he’s forced you into.”

“I can’t. He told me that if I leave, or tell anyone, he’ll kill my entire family. I tried once, and he managed to figure out what I was doing even though I had encrypted my computer. I’m stuck, and I just need to know. I need to know that there’s some good left in him. If there is, maybe I can stop the end of the world from happening.”

Constance and Vivien share a long look, and proceed to tell you everything. The small animals and nannies that he killed, the rose bushes, the priest, Constance’s suicide, and Michael’s subsequent abandonment. It only gets worse from there; Ben’s attempts to “help,” Tate’s disownment, the lesbian couple that he incinerated, Ms. Mead and the Satanists, and Michael’s first sacrifice.

It’s horrifying to hear the two women describe it. Michael, impressionable mind still catching up to his body after aging ten years in a single night, being manipulated by the Satanists to let them bring a kidnapped young girl into the house. The macabre pomp and circumstance of the ritualistic slaying, in which Ms. Mead and two others plunged a knife into the virgin’s chest and ripped her heart out. They presented the organ to Michael on a figurative silver platter, the boy taking a hearty bite out of the mass of muscle and tissue with nary a moment’s hesitation. Vivien vividly describes the shadow of a horned beast appearing over Michael and unfurling its wings as he swallowed, sealing his fate and affirming his birthright. You’re ashamed that, after all you’ve seen, heard, and experienced over the past month or so, your reaction to the graphic description of Michael’s first sacrifice…

...is to throw up.

You sprint out of the house in a frenzy, barely making it past the gate before violently retching. Your mouth burns as your stomach expels everything it has in it, heaving repeatedly until you’re vomiting nothing but stomach acid. Your hair’s been pulled back from your face, and the hand rubbing your back is soothing until you realize that the ghosts are trapped on the property that you’ve just left. Wiping your mouth on the back of your hand, you shakily glance up to see Michael.

“I’ve got you,” he soothes, running a hand down your face.

“Michael? How’d you know I was here?” Michael smiles softly, shaking his head.

“When you looked back at me before you left my office, I knew you wouldn’t let the matter go. After I realized that I gave you the name of the house, it was just a race to get here to you.”

Michael’s expecting you to be furious at what you’ve learned from his family. He’s expecting you to lash out and fight him, calling him terrible names and threatening to end his life over all of the sins he’s gladly committed. When you envelop him in a hug, his body stiffens from the turn of events.

“Why...are you...hugging me?” He’s gotten more used to hugs since you came into his life, but it’s still something he’s not used to.

“I’m so sorry for all of the shit that you had to go through. You didn’t deserve any of it; it’s not your fault how you were born.”

“Shh, you don’t need to apologize.” Michael slowly wraps his arms around you, but it’s still awkward for him.

“But it’s not fair that you--”

“I’ve come to terms with how my childhood was, (Y/N).”

“You’re not mad at me.” It’s not a question; you’ve seen Michael angry before, and this isn’t it.

“No. It’s my own fault for laying the temptation at your feet. I do wish you would have listened to me, though. I would have told you the information you desired in time, in a way that wouldn’t have been so overwhelming for you.” You chuckle, grabbing the hand he extends to you and allowing him to pull you up. “Come on, let’s get you home.”

“My home,” you say adamantly, looking Michael in the eyes.

“Yes, your home. After all, cats are supposed to be the best cure for a person’s turmoiled thoughts, are they not?” You quietly laugh, nodding.

“She’ll be more pleased to see you than me.”

With his bride clutching his arm, Michael glances back at the house. He hadn’t expected to actually see the spirits, but of course the nosy ghosts are all crowded in the windows. There’s his mother, her auburn hair shining in the late-afternoon light. Tate and Violet hold each other protectively, as if Michael’s mere glance will cause them to burst into flames. Front and center, as always, stands Constance.

She watches him with wise eyes, the grandson that she thought she was saving by hiding his murderous tendencies. She takes a drag of her cigarette and holds it deep in her chest, smoke leaving her lungs in delicate tendrils. Constance has a warning expression on her face, silently imploring Michael to let you go before he does even more damage. His father’s plan of bringing his soulmate to him, it seems, is just another disappointment to add onto Constance’s list of reasons to detest Michael. And so the prodigal son, unwillingly dragged once again to the house of his birth, raises his middle finger to the elderly woman before turning his back on the family he once wanted desperately to belong to.

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avenging-criminal-bones · 5 years ago

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New Beginning

Irondad & Spiderson

Word Count: 1600

Summary: Peter and Tony both have struggles after the events of Endgame, but they’re always there to help each other through them.

Warning: nightmares, anxiety (not detailed), and sort of fluff

THIS NOTE HAS ENDGAME SPOILERS: Tony doesn’t- you know- instead, his arm gets badly damaged and weakened, so he created a prosthetic to wear instead

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Tony is working in the lab at the compound when his phone rings. His AI alerts him of it.

Um, Boss? You have an incoming call from 'Aunt Hottie'. Would you like me to-

"Answer it!" Tony always gets anxious when he gets calls from May.

Answering call.

"Hello, Spider-Aunt." Tony goes back to tinkering with Peter's web-shooters. He has been trying to find a way to keep the supply of fluid constant for weeks. "To what do I owe this great pleasure?"

There's a bit of rustling on the other end, sounding like clothes dropping to to floor. Tony couldn't help but let his mind wander... just a little bit...

"Tony? Did you even hear what I said?" May's exasperated tone yanked him out of his daydream. "Tony!"

"What?! Oh- Um. No?" He puts the tools down and actually pays attention when she starts speaking again.

A loud sigh can be heard from the other end and a soft -beep- as the phones comes off speaker. "I said that I have to work a graveyard shift. Peter has been acting weird ever since- Well since you almost- Since Thanos..." She takes a second and adds, "Oh my God. I'm so sorry, that was so insens-"

"May?"

"-itive. I should-"

"May!" Tony spoke louder this time, effectively cutting her off. "It's alright. Did you want me to come get him early and keep him till Sunday night?" He had taken calls from Peter's Aunt like this before, her needing something from Tony, Tony already knowing what it was.

"Tony, it's a Thursday night though. You don't have to keep him overnight." She says the words fast and then speaks again. This time it's not for him to hear though.

"Hey, Peter. I'm off to the hospital. I love you, I should be home around eleven tomorrow. So text me before you go to the compound, yeah?" Her words are still rushed and Tony can't hear Peter's reply.

There's more rustling and the slam of a door, "Hey! Sorry about that, I'm kind of pressed for time."

Grabbing his screw driver again, Tony chuckles a little, "Go to work Mama Spider. I'll take the kid to school tomorrow. Have fun." He quickly has FRIDAY hang up the phone and tightens a few loose screws.

"FRIDAY, send 'Spiderling' a message. Tell him that I will be there to pick him up in thirty-six minutes." Tony doesn't look up or flinch at all as he finishes the mini project he'd been working on. He hadn't managed to make the web-fluid inexhaustible, but he made the capacity larger by 3 grams.

Yes, Boss. 'Spiderling' has responded with a string of emojis. Would you like me to name them?

"No, that's fine FRIDAY. Thank you." He drops the shooters and grabs a jacket as he heads to the garage.

Exactly thirty-five minutes later, Tony is pulling up in front of Peter's Queens apartment building. Today he has chosen to take the white Audi.

Okay. So now I wait exactly one minute. Gotta keep this kid on his feet somehow.

A minute later, Tony is knocking on Peter's door. "Kid, come on! I gave you a highly specific time, did you not-"

He is cut of by the door swinging open with Peter all but falling out while he tries to shut off his phone, which is playing 'Iron Man' by Black Sabbath. "-Set an alarm?" Tony finishes with an amused smile as the music finally turns off.

Peter closes and locks the door before sending Tony a sheepish smile. "Um... That was very... punctual of you?" He drops his keys in his backpack and fiddles with the end of his sleeves when he feels his mentor watching him.

"Pete, did you set an alarm for when I'd get here, using 'Iron Man'?"

"Would you believe me if I said no?" He asks, his voice not holding any hope whatsoever.

Tony shakes his head, "Not even for a second." When he watches Peter grabbing for his phone that he haphazardly shoved in his pocket, Tony says, "Hey, give me that."

Not looking up, the kid answers. "Yeah, sure thing Mr. Stark. In a second though. I have to text May and- Hey!"

Peter's phone was in Tony's pocket now.

"Aunt Hottie knows I'm taking you for the weekend early. She actually called and asked me to." Tony and Peter started walking down the stairs and Tony continued. "Yeah when she was on the phone when she said good bye to you? She was on the phone with me."

"Wait, why? Why did she want yo to come get me?" Peter glanced up at his mentor, confusion all over his face.

"She didn't want you to be alone."

"No, that doesn't make sense." Peter is quiet for a second before he thinks and adds, "Is she okay? Did something happen?" His voice is gradually panicking.

"Hey! Pet- Kid. She's fine. I promise." Tony offers a small smile and squeezes Peter's shoulder before sitting into the pristine car. Peter follows, buckling up as Tony starts the thirty minute drive back to the tower.

"Well then I don't get it. I'm hold alone all the time." He pushes the 'on' button in the console and flips to a music station playing old rock.

Tony hesitates, but replies cautiously, "Not since... Thanos." He says the name quietly, but doesn't miss how Peter tenses when he does. Tony takes Peter's lack of reply as a cue to turn the radio up a few notches. He looks at the kid and asks, "Hey, is that too loud for your ears?"

Peter shakes his head and looks out the window. The rest of the ride after that is pretty quiet, aside from Tony's occasional yell at an idiotic driver. The silence gave Peter the chance to really think about the last few weeks. Tony was right. Either him, or May, sometimes even Happy, would always be home with him.

The Who song that had been playing ended and the station switched to a commercial break. This break was filled with news broadcasts.

"Tony Stark, multi-billionaire. Two weeks ago during the battle against Thanos, he saved the world. But not without a price. His right arm was-"

"Hey Pete, can you turn that?" When he didn't get a response after a few seconds, he tried again. "Peter? Kid." Tony looked over at the boy and let out a soft sigh.

Peter was staring blankly at the radio, and his hands were shaking as he continued to listen.

"-the Infinity Gauntlet. Tony Stark is not the only hero that suffered though. Natasha Romanov, or Black Widow-" The radio cut out then and nothing took it's place. Peter looked up at his mentor with unshed tears in his eyes and saw Tony retracting his hand from the console.

"Sorry, Mr. Stark." Peter looked back down at his lap. Tony reached over and placed a hand on the kid's knee.

"You're okay Pete. And I'm okay too." Peter wants to believe him. Really he does, but everything just seems so not fine lately. Tony pulls into the compound after what only feels like minutes of driving.

Peter walks inside and lets out a yawn. "Mr. Stark? Can we watch a movie tonight?"

And that's how Tony found himself on the couch, dozing off next to his kid, who had school in the morning, to a Star Wars movie. Peter was already asleep, and Tony noticed how the kid was burrowing awfully close to him. Peter had managed to snake his arm around Tony's and was grabbing his hand. Tony didn't want to bother him, because he knew that the kid was probably just grounding himself.

Tony finally drifted off to sleep, his head resting against Peter's. They didn't stay like that for long though.

Peter woke with Tony jerking his hands a little bit. The younger boy looked around in the dark, grateful for his heightened senses for once. He saw that Tony's eyes were closed and sighed a bit. He started to let himself relax again, but then he heard speaking.

"No! Not him... No, no, no." Tony was twitching a little and his face was scrunched up in phantom terror. That's when Peter sprung into action.

Gently he shook the older man's arm, not wanting to startle him even more. "Um... Mr. Stark? Wake up, sir. It's just a bad dream. You're okay." Peter shakes his head slightly and tries again when he notices that Tony had stopped jerking and his words were getting softer. "Dad- I mean. Tony? Hey, you're okay." Peter places his arm pack on his mentor's and shakes it again.

Tony stirs a bit before jack-knifing up to sit normally on the couch. "Oh my- What?"

"You, um- I think- Nightmare..." Peter looks down and sits back on the couch where he had been sleeping just a few minutes ago.

"Oh." Tony rubs at his eyes and nods, "Okay. Well, uh. Thanks, I guess." He grumbles a little and the two of them go back to their positions to try and sleep. Tony already knows he won't get anymore shuteye, but he doesn't bring it up. Neither does Peter. It's sort of an unspoken law to not bring those things up unless the other does first.

Absently, Tony ran his fingers through Peter's hair. He's about to stop, but the kid lets out a soft hum of approval before sinking further down into Tony's side. The older man smiles slightly to himself and lets his hand lull Peter back to sleep.

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mrs-dragneel-stark-solo · 5 years ago

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Unforseen Chasm (Part42)

Part 42 of Unforseen Chasm

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together. Word Count: 2842

Warnings: Language, mentions of self-experimentation, mentions of cancer, implied smut, guilt song for this part: Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my other fic series). first major Collab with my best friend @thorne93 what was first a simple “what if” moment turned into a two year writing session and I’ve never been more prouder of myself than when i started my first series. goes through most of the MCU plots there are some changes to accommodate for what we wanted and there is a bit of a crossover between the MCU and other characters. I hope you guys enjoy reading this just as much as I enjoyed writing it.