#but then you gotta write it yourself. or find someone who takes requests. or comm a friend!!

[thus-spoke-lo]

I love how everyone’s like “write what YOU want to write!! create for yourself!!” until they’re not finding the fics they like and then it’s “um actually writers need to have some versatility here because I’m tired of the writing I’m finding and no I will not write it myself so. get it together writers.”

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being a feral Avenger

Avengers x reader

warnings: guns and death mention (but no one dies dw)

a/n: s/o to @emcon-imagines for the idea since we needed smth OPPOSITE of the norm. also i find it really funny that i got a request for a feral xmen hc while i was writing this

prompt:

you were just.....too much for the team to handle

and that was saying something considering you were THE AVENGERS

“guys, guys, guys, oh my god, look what matt damon just posted” -you

“since when do you care about matt damon?” -literally any avenger

“i dont” -you

absolutely no idea when to quit

so there’s never a dull moment

“who is screaming ‘i fucking knew it?’ some of us are trying to work” -tony

“i think you know” -nat

“follow up question: why?” -tony

“i believe they are watching ‘the mandalorian’” -wanda

“WITHOUT ME??? SON OF A—” -tony

not being allowed to have coffee

or really any kind of caffine but

“sowhatimtryingtosayisshieldwasconnectedtohydraandhydraisdefinitelyconnectedtotheilluminatisowereweapartoftheilluminati?” -you

“...vis? did you give y/n coffee?” -wanda

“i wasn’t aware that it had this effect on them” -vision

accidentally punching a hole in the wall

putting a picture of the team over it

“oh, that’s nice...oh, nevermind” -sam

yes, you announce yourself every time you enter the room

*arms raised* “hello all, it is i, your favorite avenger” -you

“actually my favorite avenger is natasha” -clint

“okay, then it is i, that bitch” -you

“im going to duct tape your mouth shut” -tony

fun fact tony cracked peter’s formula for web fluids just so he could web your mouth shut

*mmph. mmmmph. MMMMMMPH* -you

“ah, finally. peace and quiet” -tony

being found asleep (or just lying down) in some odd positions and locations

the quinjet, on the helipad, in natasha’s room, on the kitchen floor, under the couch cushions, and more

*finding you lying on the kitchen floor* “you alive down there?” -tony *nudging you w his foot*

“hnnnnnn” -you

“cool” -tony

steve has tackled you on the battlefield several times. why, you ask?

“dont go chasin’ waterfalllls stick to the rivers and the lakes that youre used toooo...erbaneanananeeneedododoo...” -you

“y/n, watch out!” -steve

you can put the rest together

also just being the worst on the comms

“clint u gotta pull ur pants up” “work it, wanda!!!” “anyone else smell hamburgers?? hey peter, why don’t you get me a combo?” “look guys! i got one of their weapons! wonder how it works—NEVERMIND” “woah, holy shit, nat. can you teach me how to do that???” -all you, babey

“i don’t remember hitting ‘play’ on the director’s commentary of this mission” -natasha (courtesy of the brilliant @emcon-imagines)

“tony?��� -rhodey

“yep, turning off their comms now. they’ll manage without us” -tony

“you’re the genius, why don’t you develop a real-life mute button for them?” -rhodey

“yeah, let me just turn y/n into a cyborg first. thanks for the input” -tony, sarcastically

meanwhile...

“GUYS??? GUYS???? ARE YOU ALL DEAD??? IM THE ONLY ONE LEFT???? this is not how i imagined this happening. maybe i can get a bigger room at the compound. hmph.” -you

whipping a random ass chain around??? where did you get that???

flagging down rhodey

*lands* “what?” -rhodey

“did everyone die?” -you

“no” -rhodey

“why cant i hear them on comms?” -you

“see you later” -rhodey, flying away

sleepless nights tbh

why? why. whywhywhywhy why

was it nightmares? was it hunger? straight up restlessness? wouldnt you like to know

“do i smell popcorn?” -nat to wanda in the dead of night

you had two ENTIRE boxes of popcorn bags out on the counter

“maybe you should just knock them the fuck out, wanda” -natasha (also a product of @emcon-imagines’ genius)

“no!!! movie night!!!” -you, moments before falling into nat’s arms

ur not only feral.....ur also a good friend

“y/n, i really need your help” -peter

“shoot. wait—is it illegal? i’ll do it if it’s illegal” -you

“?? no, no, i just need you to schedule my dentist appointment. my aunt says she won’t do it for me anymore” -peter

*gasp* “can i make up my own character??” -you

you were actually a fan favorite

at times

*in front of news cameras* “hey cool fact about captain america: he can lift his legs behind his head”

social media legend

wintersoldierthirstpage: “can you tell us if bucky’s metal arm vibrates”

y/n_l/n: “can neither confirm nor deny. yes.”

you had a tiktok that was half trends/dances and half memeing serious situations

*pointing camera at secretary ross* “dude’s really trying to take away our rights and shit” *phone smacked out of hand by rhodey*

*all the avengers arguing with “say so” being played over it*

walking into the room covered in string lights

burning ur cookies!!!!

taking clints bow and arrows for “practice”

bad decisions all around

“oh no” -you, rushing out of your room

“what? what’s ‘oh no’” -sam

“my toilet is on fire” -you

“are—are you joking?” -sam

“where’s the fire extinguisher.” -you, VERY CALM

“y/n???? Y/N???? WHY ARENT THE ALARMS GOING OFF?? THE SPRINKLERS?? THERES SMOKE COMING OUT OF YOUR ROOM” -sam

“fire alarms are a myth” -you

“NO??????”

they act like they cant stand you but deep down, you make their lives sm more interesting and they don’t know what they’d do without you. there isn’t always someone trying to achieve world domination.

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[rendevousz]

mum?

mother figure!nat x fem!teen!reader

avengers x reader

req by @teenwonder ; i absolutely love the entire teams adoration for reader skfksngnsf its so cute! could i please request one a little more nat based? maybe r treats and loves nat like a mom but nat hadn’t noticed that before, and the whole team is like listing examples of how and why 🥺🥺🥺

summary: the four times you needed nat and the one time she admits that she needed you too.

warnings: blood, a random attack out of nowhere because i'm not creative, inaccurate writing of medical situations because i have no idea how those things work, also let's just pretend bruce was around during iron man 2 when tony still had palladium in his arc reactor, also inaccurate descriptions of palladium effects bcs i just...don't know much about palladium pls forgive me thanks, and idk any hospitals in new york/manhattan or even the states LMAO so uh bear with this, and last but not least, my inability to write good endings

word count: 5426

notes: that's a long ass warning nevertheless pls do enjoy this fic <3

"i'm going now, bye!" you bid the team who were having breakfast together, walking out of the common area.

"bye, cupcake! don't get into trouble, don't do what i'd do and definitely don't do what i wouldn't do." tony advised and you rolled your eyes because tony says that to you every morning before you leave for school.

"wait, don't forget your lunch!" nat stands up from her seat and grabs your lunch that she had packed, from the kitchen island, bringing it over to you. "thanks, nat!" you grabbed it, giving her a quick peck on the cheek before leaving.

nat smiles at the action, turning around to walk back to her spot on the table, only to find the team staring back at her with knowing looks.

"what?"

"you know, you only need to sign a couple papers and the kid's all yours." tony states matter-of-factly. nat snaps her head towards the man, an incredulous look on her face. "what are you talking about?"

"we all see the longing looks on both your faces. she's dying for you to call her your daughter and you, her mother." clint explains and the others nodded in agreement.

"that's nonsense. she has wanda too," nat reasons, sitting back down. "i'm pretty sure she sees wanda as a sister considering how much she drags wanda with her whenever she's causing trouble around the tower." steve raises his brows at the redhead who was in denial.

"she sees you as her mother, nat. just accept it," wanda tells her, taking a sip from her glass. "really? name me one time she showed it." nat challenges them, not knowing that they've been watching your interactions with her for the longest time.

"you have no idea what you just got yourself into, romanoff," clint chuckles, cracking his neck and knuckles as if preparing for a fight.

"remember new mexico?" he smirks and nat only frowns, trying to remember.

i.

"no!" you screamed, dropping down to the ground. you didn't care that you scraped your knees doing that, the only thing that mattered was the overwhelming feeling of grief engulfing your whole being. tears streamed down your face as you looked at the debris on the ground, the remainder of what used to be standing in front of you; a building. blown up, now in ruins.

clint, bucky and steve watched you break down in front of them, their hearts breaking at the sight in front of them as well as the fact that their teammate had been caught up in the middle of the explosion.

"y/n/n? come on, tony's team called for back up. we gotta go," steve tried to get you to stand up, failing when you kept your ground. you screamed when he tried again and their hearts clenched at the heartbreaking sound.

"we can't just leave her! please, we have to find her," you cried, clinging onto steve's body as he ran his hand up and down your suit-cladded back to soothe you. "y/n/n, we can't. the whole place is in ruins now," he didn't want to say it but he had to. he had to in order to get you to leave. "she's gone."

"she can't be gone! she can't just leave us! we need her! i need her, stevie.." you cried into his chest and he had to control himself so he didn't cry right then and there too.

he looked up to see bucky looking at the two of you guiltily, tapping his wrist to indicate that they were running out of time. steve had no choice but to carry you in his arms, getting you to leave the site against your will. but you were too weak to fight back now. "what am i gonna do without her now, stevie?" you asked quietly.

"we're gonna be okay, y/n/n," he tells you, sitting you down on a chair and settling down next to you as clint flew the jet to your next location. the atmosphere was tense and you could tell everyone, too, was sad about this.

"what if we're not? what if we're not gonna be okay, stevie? i know i won't be." you wiped the tears streaming down your face despite the fact that your face still wasn't drying up any time soon.

"because nat wouldn't want to see us like this. she'll be angry if she sees that we're risking people's lives just because of her." he says truthfully.

"we're landing, guys." clint announces and the team prepared for another round of fighting. steve turns to you, wiping the tears on your face as he made you look up at him. "now let's save some people and make nat proud, yeah?"

you nod at him sadly, preparing your weapons. all of you got out the jet and the second battle of the day begun. boy, were these people unlucky because they were on the receiving end of your fury.

you were busy taking down a group of guards alone when you heard a familiar voice. "y/n, behind you!" and you turned just in time to take down a guard who was aiming at you.

you didn't even have time to register your shock of seeing the redhead because more guards came at you two. you guys fought alongside each other until all the men were taken down.

"nat?" you breathed out. "yes, bub?" she answers as you both carefully walked over the knocked out men. she was taken aback when you slammed into her, hugging her the tightest you ever did since you met her.

"please don't ever do that again." you mumbled into her chest. she was about to ask you what you meant when she heard you sniffling. figuring out it wasn't the appropriate moment to ask, she continued to just hug and comfort you in silence.

"wait, that was why she cried that day? because she thought i was in that building when it blew up?" nat asks after steve finished the story. "i never found out why because she never told me."

"yeah, you should've seen her when the building exploded. completely shattered my heart, dude." clint states, remembering the broken down state you were in that day.

"wait, did you guys not grief over my supposed death then?" nat glares at clint, bucky and steve. "in our defense, they were about to blow up about a hundred people, we didn't have much time to process the whole situation." clint tries to convince his best friend, only to receive a glare again from her.

"alright but just because she cried when she thought i was dead, doesn't mean she sees me as her mum. i'd cry too if any one of you guys died," she states, still in denial.

she did love you like how a mother would love her child. but she didn't want you to feel that she was forcing the title onto you. after all, you had so many other adults around you, who's to say that you saw someone else as a parent figure instead of her? she didn't want to make you uncomfortable.

"woman, are you serious?" sam exclaims, throwing his hands up in the air dramatically. "need i remind you that the girl sacrificed her life for you?"

ii.

"nat, watch out!" you stood right behind her where the man was about to attack her. you gave him a harsh kick to the head and that was all it took for the man to go unconscious.

the redhead turned around, not having enough time to comprehend what had happened before you dropped into her arms. you two were lucky the last of the men had already been taken out.

"bub? what's wrong?"

at this point, you were fully leaning against her. she was holding up your whole weight, hands wrapped around your middle to support you. that was when she felt it. the familiar thick substance on her fingers, leaking from the back of your suit.

her eyes widened, pulling one hand away from you to look at it. red. her breathing picked up as one of her hands felt around your back, finally feeling the handle of a knife sticking out from your back.

your eyes were already drooping by now and she lightly shook you awake, careful to not hurt you. she lowered you down and you were both sat on the floor now.

she presses a finger to her ear and you could hear her voice echo in your ear from your own comms. "can someone come please," she paused, exhaling shakily. "y/n's down."

if it had been any other person, she probably would be bringing them to the jet by now but it was you. she didn't know what came over her but when she saw that you were injured, it was like her whole body shut down. her knees felt weak and she couldn't bring herself to move.

"hey, hey, keep your eyes open. can you do that?" she asked gently and you nodded weakly. "bub, why did you do that?" she cried softly, moving your hair away from your face as you leaned sideways against her. the action caused your face to be smudged by your own blood from her hands but she didn't care as she caressed your cheek.

"he–he was gonna hurt you. i–i couldn't..." you paused a while, the pain getting too much for you to bear. "y/n, don't strain yourself. you need to stay awake," she tells you as tears streamed down her face.

"rather me than you," you whispered. nat's eyes widened at this. "don't say that, bub." she scolds gently.

you smiled weakly at her. "i've grown too dependent on you, nat. it's to the point that i," you coughed and nat worried that you were straining yourself but you continued. "that i'd rather die than live without you. you probably can go on with life without me but i can't without you. i need you, nat." your eyes closed and nat panics, shaking your body.

"y/n?! bub?! stay awake, please, they're coming!" nat cries out loud, holding onto your limp body.

"did we not agree to not mention that to me anymore?" nat glares at sam for bringing that up.

the night of that incident had been one of the worst nights for nat. she sat by your bed all night after you had been treated. she had been the first one you saw after you woke up. she had been the one you broke down in front of after you admitted the full reasoning behind your actions. she had been the one who opened her arms for you to make yourself at home in.

"i'm sorry but you must be blind if you can't see how really she sees you for the past years," bucky states. nat turns to him with a glare. "you don't know what you're talking about."

"oh really? who does she call whenever she has a really bad nightmare?" bucky questions rhetorically with his eyebrows raised.

iii.

"no, please, don't!" you begged, asleep and thrashing around in your bed. quiet whimpers turned into heavy breathing as you plead for your life in your nightmare. "please," you whispered, inhaling and exhaling harshly.

FRIDAY, noticing the amount of distress you were in, alerted the closest person to your room, that being bucky who was returning from a late night trip to the kitchen for some water.

he quickly went into your room, only to see you shivering and thrashing around in your bed. "doll?" he approaches slowly, finding you still asleep, though sweating a lot. nightmare, he realised.

"doll? wake up," he gently shakes you and you immediately jolt awake, breathing heavily as you register what was going on. "it's okay, it was just a nightmare," he soothes you, holding you close as one hand rubbed up and down your back while the other held your head to his chest.

none of that helped as you were still in the same state as you were when you woke up. "are you okay?" he asks, worried. "nat... i need nat.. please i need her," you whimpered, shaking in his hold. you were having trouble breathing.

"FRIDAY, get romanoff."

within minutes, nat arrived, looking panicked and disheveled like she had just woken up, which she just did. "what's wrong?" she asks bucky, approaching you two.

"she was having a nightmare and woke up and i think she's having a panic attack. she asked for you," he informs her and immediately moves away when she approaches, so that she could take his place.

"bub? it's me," you look up to meet natasha's pretty green eyes. "you're okay, bub. can you tell me five thing you can see?"

you looked away from her eyes, looking around your room. "i–i see my book on my nightstand, my lamp, my jacket on the chair, my laptop and the painting on the wall." you told her after some difficulties.

"good, that's good. four things you can feel?"

"i feel the socks on my feet, my fluffy blanket, the pillow i'm leaning on and your hands around me."

she smiles softly at you. "three things you can hear?"

"i hear your voice. a–and the faint noise from the ac and i can also hear bucky's breathing." you look up at the man and he smiles sheepishly at you, standing around awkwardly. you gave him a small smile back.

"two things you can smell?"

"i can smell my own shampoo..and my room's air freshener." you told her more calmly now, feeling the panic attack already going away.

"one thing you want to taste?"

"i wanna taste wanda's blueberry pancakes." you pout and the two adults couldn't help but chuckle. "you can have them in the morning. right now you need to sleep so you can have the energy to devour them tomorrow, okay?" you nod at the woman as she tucks you in.

not long after, you fell asleep. she then presses a kiss to your forehead before leaving with a less worried bucky now. and sure enough, the next morning, wanda made you blueberry pancakes.

"okay, so what? we all need someone to help us through panic attacks?" nat rolls her eyes. "did you miss the part where i came in and tried to help but she specifically asked for you? she needed you, nat."

"guys, i... i love her with my whole heart but she has all of us. i don't wanna make her feel like she's restricted to only one of us. you all love her too," nat reasons.

"yes but she doesn't have anyone to call her mum and frankly, i think you'd be perfect for it." wanda encourages the older woman.

"i—" before she could continue, her phone rang loudly and she thanked whoever it was that called her because now she didn't have to make up excuses about her doubt of becoming your official mother.

iv.

she looks down at the caller id, sighing when it was you, meaning the team had more against her now. of course she didn't mind you calling her, you could call her when she'd be asleep after a mission and she'd still pick up with a smile on her face. but it was the fact that the whole team could see how she softened when she realised it was you who called that bothered her. she really didn't want them to let her have hopes that you'd accept her as your mother.

"bub?" she said into the phone and half the team smirked at her while the other half gave her knowing smiles. "aren't you supposed to be on your way to school?"

"yeah but uh are you busy right now? i um, i need you."

nat immediately stands up, worry etched onto her face and the team frowned at this. "what happened? are you okay?"

"you know how i told happy i wanted to walk to school today? yeah, i just remembered why i don't walk to school anymore."

"what do you mean? what happened? are you hurt? did someone hurt you?" she bombards you with questions out of worry. at this point, the team had also stopped their chatter and teasing looks, equally worried for your well-being.

"yeah, i am. wait, maybe not. i mean, i was just being dramatic but uh, i tripped on who-knows-what and now i have a sprained ankle. i can't walk now so i'm standing in an alley right now so i'm not in the way of people. can you come get me?"

nat sighs in relief, thankful that it wasn't anything that she was thinking of. "you are unbelievable, y/n." she chuckles in disbelief at your clumsiness. "can you tell me where you are? i'll come get you now. i'll have the school know you're not coming today." you told her your location and she immediately leaves after telling the team what happened to you.

you were expecting nat to call again, to tell you she was around the corner but instead you heard a whoosh of air beside your head, followed by a crack sound. your head followed the sound, eyes widening when you saw that a dart had struck the wall beside your head. you looked ahead, trying to see where that came from.

if it hadn't been for your fast reflexes being an avenger for the past few years, you probably wouldn't have ducked in time when another dart came flying right for your head. "what the hell?" you grunted, staying low but still looking around for the source. you squinted when you looked up, the sun blazing but you managed to catch a glimpse of a man on a rooftop nearby. he had blonde hair and was dressed in all black, donning a same coloured mask that covered the bottom half of his face.

"you had one job! how could you miss her twice?!" the blonde hears his colleague hiss in his ear through the earpiece. "i'm sorry! i'm no hawkeye, how was i supposed to get her in one try?!" he scolds back.

"you didn't even get her in two!"

"shut up and just let me work! you're distracting me!"

"hurry because i see the redheaded one nearing the alley. boss'll kill us if he finds out we didn't get her in her vulnerable state."

"i'm trying, i'm trying!" the blonde closes one eye, his sight now locked on your crouched state. he saw you move once you saw him and he cursed under his breath, his weapon following your movements. "she's moving!"

"just take the shot and be done with it! you have to go now!"

and shoot he did. after he shot the dart gun, he immediately fled but it wasn't like you were going to be able to chase him down or anything. a scream left your lips as a dart pierced through your skin, right under your shoulder.

you dropped down to the ground, right in the middle of the alleyway. you cried when you felt the burn in your flesh. you had been stabbed multiple times before with much bigger objects so why did this feel different?

"y/n?! is that you?!" you heard nat's voice yell from a small distance away. "i'm here," you croaked out, feeling your body grow weaker at an alarming rate.

"oh my god, bub, why are you on the ground? it's dirty, c'mon let's get you up. which foot did you sprain?" she places both her hands under your arms, pulling you up on your feet before accidentally dropping you back when you let out a shriek, crying out in pain.

"oh my god, did i hit your ankle? are you okay?" nat assumed that your tear-stained face was because of your sprained ankle but then you wheezed, your eyes drooping the longer she stood there.

your right hand slowly reached across your left shoulder, the butt of the dart sticking out of your skin now in between your shaking fingers. nat's eyes followed your hand movement's, a gasp leaving her lips.

"y/n, what happened?!" she panicked but before she could even get an answer from you, you had already blacked out. her eyes widened, knowing it was the dart because why else would you pass out that quick from a simple penetration in the shoulder. you had dealt with much worse than that and she knew your tolerance level.

she took off your bag, careful to not move the dart. she then placed her hands under your knees and behind your back, easily picking your unconscious body up and rushing back to the tower.

when she arrived, she was met with many confused yet concerned looks from the tower staff, seeing the black widow, rushing in with the youngest avenger unconscious in her arms. they had seen you leave the tower for school about half an hour ago so they knew something must've happened on the way.

"get bruce in the hospital wing. tell him it's urgent." she tells the woman working the front desk, hurrying into the elevator and telling FRIDAY to get her to the floor she so desperately wanted to arrive at quicker. black lines appeared on the left side of your neck, slowly spreading to the right side and she assumed it was from that damned dart in your left shoulder.

"natasha! what's wrong? they said it was an emergency," the doctor spoke in a panicked voice when nat entered, immediately going quiet when he saw you in her arms, neck lined with seemingly black veins.

nat laid you down on the surgery table, frown growing when black lines steadily spread to your arms now. though she was too worried to think, she managed to at least tell bruce what was outwardly wrong with you.

"dart. left shoulder." she blurted, incapable of forming proper sentences now that she had seen more of you. the black lining your skin got her speechless and anxious. bruce got ready with medical gloves, removing the dart from your flesh before analysing the pattern of your skin. it looked familiar.

"FRIDAY, get tony down here. it's urgent."

"bruce, please, what's wrong with her?" she cried, tears now freely streaming down her face. she didn't cry much in front of anyone but when it came to you, you always managed to get her to do just that.

"hey, what's going on? FRIDAY said there was an emergency here, who's hurt?" nat heard tony's panicked voice but she didn't make an effort to reply. her gaze was fixed on only you.

tony's jaw dropped, frowning when he saw you on the bed, upper body covered in black lines. "what the hell happened?!"

tony stepped beside bruce, taking a closer look at your skin. his frown deepened. "wait, it looks like.."

"yeah, looks exactly like when you had palladium instead of vibranium in your arc reactor."

"does that mean—"

"palladium's been running through her veins for about twenty minutes now. FRIDAY, how high is her blood toxicity level?" bruce asks, sampling a drop of your blood from when he took out the dart.

"53% and it is still steadily increasing."

"tony, at the rate it's going, if she's not treated in the next fifteen minutes or so, she'll.." bruce pauses, not wanting to say it out loud.

"no, she just needs lithium dioxide. that's how fury and i cured your palladium poisoning, tony." nat finally speaks.

"SHIELD probably has them but they're all the way in dc. they're not gonna reach here in time," tony states solemnly, reaching over to move your hair out of your face, looking down at you sadly.

but he was immediately pulled aside, nat grabbing his collar and looking him straight in the eyes. "you have your stupid iron suits that can probably travel faster than the speed of sound if you try. you can go down there yourself and get the damn thing. i swear to god, tony, i'm literally going to destroy those stupid suits myself if you don't put them to good use." nat threatens, glaring at the billionaire.

tony's eyes widened, the genius having not thought about nat's idea yet. "yeah, yeah, you're right, i'll go now."

he left immediately and nat approached your bed hesitantly, not wanting to see the black lines making home on the skin on your upper body. "do you think tony'll make it back in time?" she sniffles and bruce's worried frown on his face softened. "of course he will. he won't let anything happen to y/n. we won't let anything happen to y/n." he assured her.

there was nothing they could do now but wait for tony to come back with the lithium dioxide. nat sat beside your bed, hands gingerly grasping one of your own. despite the black staining it, nat held it to her face and her tears rolled past the back of your hand.

bruce decided to give her some privacy, opting to inform the whole team of the situation instead of standing around idly.

nat pulled your hand away from her face, rubbing her thumb over the back of it, crying even more at the sight in front of her. "y/n, please. i've never told you this but i need you." she pauses, breathing in shakily. "i've always needed you and i'll always need you. you can't leave me, please. you said i could go on with life without you but you're so wrong, y/n. you're the reason i'm still here and you're the reason i still want to be here. if you're not here then it's as if i have no reason, no purpose. i need you, y/n. so much more than i'd like to admit. heck, probably much more than you need me. so please, don't leave me. i can't do this without you." nat sobs out, watching the patterns on your skin spreading and growing bolder.

at this point, the whole team had now gathered outside of the room, watching nat cry over you. they wanted so bad to get a closer look at their beloved baby avenger but they respected nat and instead, waited for her to finish talking to you. once she stood up and looked around, bruce knew she was done so he entered, followed by the team.

"status, FRIDAY?" bruce asks, sampling a bit of your blood again. "blood toxicity at 96% now."

the team looked your unconscious body in apprehension, some crying and some worried out of their minds.

"goddamnit! where the hell is stark?!" nat growled. her eyes were now puffy after having spent the last half an hour crying. the team had never seen her lose her cool like this but they figured why.

as if on cue, tony's iron man suit crashed through the windows of the room but he couldn't care less. his main priority was to get to you quickly. in his hand was a silver briefcase that he passed to bruce.

bruce opened the case before wasting no time in plunging the syringe containing lithium dioxide, your supposed cure, into you. immediately, the black patterns on your skin started disappearing. it was slow but noticeable. it started from the tips of your fingers, going up towards your neck.

everyone sighed in relief, and to tony's surprise, nat hugged him tightly. "thank you. you have no idea how much this means to me." she whispers. tony pats her back gently. "hey, i care about her too, okay? of course i'd do this for her. any one of us would."

nat smiles at him when she let him go, turning back to you and almost crying out in joy when your skin had finally turned back to normal. she let the medical assistants set your bed up and handle your sprained ankle before going back to sit by you. the team left her alone with you once again.

it was only about an hour later did you wake up, squinting when bright lights shone down on you. you moved around but you felt hands around your left and you heard a familiar voice.

"and remember when you dragged wanda to pull that prank on me with you and after you did, i grounded you like i was your mum or something?" you hear her chuckle, still not noticing that you've woken up.

"i didn't mind, though. frankly, i don't think i would ever mind if you continued acting like my mother or something," you spoke and she immediately tore her gaze from your hands, looking at you, now wide awake.

"bub!" she hugs you so tightly you didn't think you could breathe. you still returned the hug though, laughing. "i was worried you might still have some palladium in your bloodstream."

"wait, palladium?" you asked her in shock. "yeah, the dart that got you in that alley, it contained palladium. it's highly toxic so we used lithium dioxide to counter it. speaking of the dart, i'm going to find out who did this to you and they're never going to see the light of day for putting us through all of this." nat says, disturbingly calm.

"yeah...you do that," you tell her, slightly scared. "but palladium? in my blood? how cool is that? i had literal metal in my blood! i could've become like tony but like...palladium woman or something." you said excitedly.

"you do know we already have metal in our blood, right bub?" nat questions in amusement. "oh." you say dumbly. "and palladium don't belong in our body and you literally almost died because of it." your mouth opened but no words came out.

"speaking of, can you please not do that again? i really thought i was gonna lose you." she whispers, stroking your hair. "oh yeah, of course. i'll just announce to the whole world to not target the youngest avenger," you joke, smile dropping when nat gave you a stern look.

"nat, being part of the avengers at my age undoubtedly means i'll be a target for the bad people out there, but i don't care because while i get to kick ass, i know all of you have my back when it's my ass that's kicked. and i think that's the best part of being an avenger; the sense of security i get having you amazing people as my teammates." you tell her honestly and she smiles softly.

"oh come here you," she pulls you in for another hug but this time it's better because you could still breathe. you make yourself comfortable, snuggling into her.

"did you mean it?" she asked and you look up at her in confusion. "mean what?"

"when you said you wouldn't mind me acting like your mother."

"of course i do, you're like the mother i never had. i wouldn't even mind you being my actual mother." you say without a second thought, eyes widening when you realised what you had said. you swore under your breath, knowing you've just made it awkward between you two.

"i– really?" despite the teams efforts to make her see the truth, it was much more meaningful when she heard you say it yourself. "y–yeah.." you admit sheepishly.

"then you wouldn't mind if i actually adopted you?" she asks carefully, gauging your reaction. your jaw dropped, eyes going wide once again. "are you serious?!"

"yeah." she smiles at you fondly. "no! of course i won't mind!" you hug her tightly, tears forming in your eyes. you had gone all your life without parents so this was a huge thing for you. not only were you going to finally have a mother, but the most amazing woman you knew was going to be your mother.

"mum?" you tested the title, smiling when she acknowledged it. you were now crying in joy.

"hey, don't cry." she soothes you, running a hand up and down your back. "no, no, i'm just so happy. this is the best day of my life." you tell her. "me too, bub."

you stayed in her arms until you fell back asleep, nat tucking you in before going back to sit down on the chair. she looked down at you fondly.

sure, she was scared of the big step she was about to take with you but she had you with her and she knew that was enough. "i love you, y/n." she whispers, planting a kiss on the side of your head.

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[spacedikut]

risks ; spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid (criminal minds) x f!reader

summary:  “Hi! Do you take requests?? If you do, can I please request a Spencer x Reader (Including the BAU), where they are dating and the reader is a year or so younger than spencer, but just as smart and very loved by the team, and one day she has to save the team from an unsub and gets really hurt and after everyone is safe they are all really worried about her?? Idk if that made sense at all. Love you work!” 2898 words

a/n: do i know anything about bombs or surgery or post-op procedures? No. did i still have a lot of fun writing this? Yes . i hope you like it! this specific request has been sent to multiple fic writers which i didn’t know until i’d already written and posted BUT the good thing is every writer is different so every request will be approached differently

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“No.”

“Hotch-“

“I said, no.”

“My girlfriend is stuck in there with a psychopath, Hotch! I can’t leave her in there!”

“I know, Reid. But I need you out here, alive, rather in there, dead.”

Spencer glares, “She could be dead in there for all we know.”

Emily winces from behind Spencer. Hotch stands, hands on hips, trying to think logically despite the situation, “We can’t afford to think like that.”

“He has a bomb! He-he-“

“Reid.” Hotch says, tone authoritive to show he’s playing unit chief and not old friend Hotch, “I need your head in this. We need to profile him to figure out the best way to negotiate – we can’t do that if you keep threatening to act irrationally.”

Spencer scoffs. Derek steps forward and pulls Spencer aside to talk him down from the metaphorical ledge he’s standing on. He’s one second away from running right into that abandoned building that everyone had just evacuated, bar you, and straight into the arms of the man who now has you hostage with a bomb ready to be detonated whenever he pleases.

Hotch already tried calling and negotiating. The man scoffed, voice gruff, and rumbled, “Either I get what I want, or both me and the pretty agent are getting blown to bits.”

In hindsight, they should’ve been more prepared.

Storming the abandoned warehouse, the team expected to find the remnants of a crime scene – they profiled the warehouse was the base of operations for the unsub, a place for him to store all his supplies, and because it had made the news that the FBI were on the case, they assumed he would’ve started running the second he felt them closing in.

He didn’t. He’s ready to go down with his ship, and you’re the unfortunate one that found him. And his homemade bomb.

Derek found the bomb-making equipment. He shouted in his comm for everyone to evacuate, and Spencer realised the second he stepped outside that you were not there. And you hadn’t responded to any calls after stepping into the building.

All it took was one call from the too proud unsub for them to realise your life is in the balance and for Reid to stop thinking rationally.

Spencer should’ve gone with you. He knows you can handle yourself, you’ve saved his ass enough times, but if he’d just.. followed you instead of JJ. Maybe you’d both be in there, or, even better, out here. Alive. Safe. No hostage situation in sight.

Suddenly, several shots ring out.

The team ducks behind their SUVs, Hotch having to drag Spencer down when he doesn’t react, just in case he decides to run straight in.

“It wasn’t the bomb!” Derek calls across, their heads beginning to pop up from behind the vehicles.

Spencer breaks free from Hotch’s grip and sprints into the warehouse. Bomb be damned, there were exactly six shots fired – the exact amount you have in your revolver.

Also the exact amount he has in his revolver.

“Go! Go!” Hotch shouts. The team all charge after Spencer, separating and flowing through the hallways and doorways of the warehouse – there’s this sense of dread running through all of them. There’s something so unique to the panic you feel when someone so close to you, someone so dear, is the one in danger.

There’s a screech from the back of the warehouse. It’s filled with agony, anguish and unadulterated pain – loud enough to reach every nook and cranny of the premises.

“I need a medic!”

Spencer’s throat burns from the tormented yell that leaped from his throat when he found you. There’s so much blood, and it takes Spencer longer than it should to find where your wounds are: two shots to the stomach, one too close to your lungs for comfort.

Although, none of this is comforting. Your eyes are closed.

The unsub is dead. The team looks around the room and easily pieces everything together: you both shot at the same time. You were able to give fatal hits and Spencer refuses to let the hits you got become deadly too.

They spare little to no attention to the bomb – the bomb squad stampede in and analyse it. Their focus is you, if you’re breathing and if the blood has stopped and how weak your pulse is.

It’s too weak. Spencer chokes on a sob above your body.

“Spence, you gotta move,” Derek’s voice is gentle despite the chaos around them, two medics taking Spencer’s place when Derek pulls him away.

“She-she- I can’t-“

“I know, kid, I know. We have to let them take care of her.”

The team is frozen around you as a stretcher is brought it. You’re being given oxygen, the medics are frantically shouting all kinds of things that Spencer doesn’t register – he follows behind you, shoulders slumped and cheeks wet, scanning you from head to toe constantly to see some display of life within you.

Hotch tells him to ride with you to the hospital. He doesn’t bother sparing the team a glance – he needs to keep his eyes on you because if he doesn’t he’s terrified you’ll disappear and he’ll never see you again and never hear your voice and never get to hear you say “I love you” ever again.

He’s terrified.

+++

You’ve been in surgery for hours.

Spencer’s still covered in your blood. He sits next to Derek, who just force-fed him half a granola bar, leg bouncing while he bites his nails.

The whole team is waiting impatiently. Hotch hasn’t sat down once, JJ has been on the phone to Will and Henry several times so she doesn’t go crazy, and everyone has been taking laps around the hospital to burn off some… fear? Apprehension? Just to do something?

Penelope broke several driving laws to get here. She came in, makeup smeared all over her face and hiccupping as Derek caught her when she approached them and collapsed. It took her an hour and a half to calm down.

“Reid.”

Spencer doesn’t move.

“Reid, kid.”

Derek nudges him. He looks up, lips chapped and bitten raw, and looks at Rossi who holds his to-go bag.

“You should change.” Rossi says, a warm smile on his face as he speaks quietly.

Spencer stares at the bag, then his shirt and sweater vest. He nearly vomits – your blood is everywhere. It’s dried now, a testament to how long you’ve been on that table, and he feels himself getting choked up all over again. He wishes he could help you. He wishes this wasn’t happening.

The guilt sinks in.

If he’d stayed with you. If he’d followed you. If he’d found you a little earlier. If they’d realised who the unsub was quicker. If they’d come to the warehouse more prepared.

Maybe you’d be here. Maybe it would be him on the operating table. God, he wishes it was him.

He needs you alive. He needs you.

“C’mon, Spence,” JJ whispers. She can’t speak any louder or she’ll cry. She takes the bag from Rossi, gingerly takes Spencer’s hand and pulls him towards the toilet just a little way away.

She opens the door and holds it open for him, gesturing with her head for him to go in.

“It’ll take you five minutes. I’ll be right here.”

He sniffles and nods, a tear sliding down his cheek, and heads in.

Everyone breathes a sigh of relief when they hear the lock of the door.

Spencer hasn’t moved since he got to the hospital and you were hurried away straight into surgery. Your eyes opened in the ambulance and Spencer could only cry harder – you used every last bit of strength you had to grip Spencer’s hand and passed out again.

He hasn’t spoken, either. No one can blame him. But changing clothes, cleaning your blood from his hands and forearms and it’s somehow on his neck, that’s progress. It’s about as good as they’ll get until there’s an update on you.

Spencer slumps back out of the toilet, walking clumsily towards his friends with his head facing the floor. The room is too bright, his eyes are beginning to sting from crying, and his heart is hurting because he doesn’t know what’s going to happen. All of it is giving him a headache.

You know how to help him with his headaches. You always know how to help him. You.

There’s movement from the large doors next to Spencer. A doctor comes out, looking frazzled and still in scrubs, and says, “Y/N Y/L/N?”

They all stare.

“She’s stable.”

Penelope lets out a verbal gasp and a “Thank God,”, both Emily and JJ’s heads fall in their hands in disbelief and even Hotch’s head falls back as he lets out a sigh of relief.

Derek’s hand grips Spencer’s shoulder. He’s too shocked to say anything.

“Can we see her?” Derek asks. He knows Spencer will want to see her the second he can, and he’ll spend every moment with her until she’s fully healed.

The doctor gives a pitiful grimace, “Only one at a time, unfortunately. These next twenty-four hours are vital and we don’t want to overwhelm her.”

“I have to see her.” Comes Spencer’s voice, weak and fragile as he still chews his thumb.

Hotch nods, “Of course. Spencer, you stay with her and we’ll come back later.”

He then nods towards the rest of the team and they all filter out slowly, all acknowledging Spencer in one way or another – Penelope kisses his head, Derek and Rossi give his shoulder a squeeze, JJ, Emily and Hotch tell him to text them if he needs anything.

He knows they don’t want to leave, but Spencer would fight every single one of them if any even tried to see you before he could. He needs to see you for himself. Needs to see you breathe.

“Follow me, sir,” The doctor says, “She might look a little off-putting – she had more injuries than we thought. But she’s steady and strong, so we’re confident she’ll make it through.”

She gestures towards your room. Spencer nods and gives a tight lipped smile, mumbling, “Thank you.”

When the door’s pushed open, Spencer chokes on a cry.

He remembers the only time he was shot: that one time in the leg. It wasn’t much. It was a shock to the system, but ultimately he was fine. He’s come to love the scar thanks to you - you’ve placed plenty of kisses on it for him to see it and instantly think of you and the love you bring.

Which is exactly why he can’t lose you. He loves you too much and he knows you love him and he’s never been so sure of anything or anyone in his life until you and he swears to God if you’re taken from him-

He takes a deep breath, pulling the chair towards your bed as close as possible as he moves to interlock his fingers with yours and grip tightly.

Please be okay. Please be okay. Please be okay.

+++

Penelope is the first to visit. She waddles in, flowers, chocolates, a card, a cuddly bear and some food for the good doctor in her arms. When she walks in she realises Spencer is knocked out in the chair next to you. She’s not surprised; she didn’t want to leave you, but Spencer needed to be with you.

She pokes him gently. And again, when he doesn’t respond.

He jumps awake, immediately going to rub his neck that is stiff after spending hours at an awkward angle.

“Morning, handsome,” Penelope smiles. She hands him the food she brought and, after sparing a glance to your sleeping form, he takes the bag and digs in.

“Thank you,” He says quietly. Penelope looks at you.

“How is she?”

“Not bad. She hasn’t gotten worse, and that’s all I can ask for.”

Penelope leans over and presses a kiss to your head, “She’s a boss. She’ll be up and at it before you know it.”

Spencer pauses in his eating and watches you, feeling nothing but love and pride, and his lower lip began to quiver. He clears his throat and looks away.

His eyes have been rubbed raw from Spencer trying to stop his tears and from trying to stay awake all night, just in case you woke up. He doesn’t remember when he fell asleep.

Derek appears then.

“Hey, you two,” He’s also carrying flowers and a cuddly bear (the team knows you so well – the way to your heart is stereotypical gifts). He gives Penelope a side hug and shoots Spencer a nod, “How you feeling, pretty boy?”

He rubs his eyes, “I’m awesome.”

Derek chuckles, “Uhuh.”

He looks at you, then, and his smile becomes tighter. Penelope grips his arm and tugs him towards her, leaning her head against his shoulder.

“You two look cosy.”

All attention is snapped to you: half lidded, voice coarse, lips dry. Spencer drops the bag of food.

“Hi, pretty,” He grins, eyes filling with tears again when he stands and leans towards you on your bed. God, what do you do to him?

His forehead rests against yours and you close your eyes in comfort. His smell fills you, all familiar and oh so welcome after whatever the hell you went through. Your whole body aches, breathing feels strange and almost unknown, and you’re acutely aware of the tubes in your nose.

Spencer pulls back suddenly, eyes jerking open, and grabs some water for you, “Here, drink.”

You do as he says, gulping it down and gulping down a second and third cup.

“I’ll get the nurse,” Penelope says, having to tear her eyes away from you because you’re awake and it fills her with so much happiness to see you okay.

After a quick visit from the nurse, you’re told you have to stay for a further few days and you pout at the thought. No one likes hospitals. No one likes being stuck in a hospital.

The whole team arrives and Derek and Penelope offer to go meet them to catch them up on everything before they come in. Everyone knows it’s really so you and Spencer have a second alone.

The second the door closes, Spencer kisses you. It’s eager and full of angst. You wish you could wrap your arms around him and pull him in tight, but everything hurts. So that’ll have to wait.

“You had me so worried,” Spencer gasps, forehead against yours and hands cupping your face, “So, so worried.”

“My apologies,” You giggle. It hurts to do it, but Spencer makes you so happy, even in a dreary hospital. “Won’t happen again.”

“It better not.” He smiles. He feels like all the tension has evaporated from his body - you’re here, you’re okay, you’re awake, you’re as perfect as ever. “You had everyone scared.”

“I have fans?”

He can’t help but roll his eyes at you. You just woke up from being shot and going through a long surgery, and you’re joking around?

He loves you so much.

Your arm slowly moves up to loosely hold his wrist. Your eyes look glassy, suddenly.

“I love you, Spence.” You breathe, “My first thought when I got shot was I’d never be able to say that to you again. I love you so, so much.”

Spencer grips your face tighter and pulls your lips back to his. There’s so much passion in the kiss; he wants to tell you he loves you every second of every day for the rest of his life, and he’s trying to show that.

Now you’re here, he can do that. Thank God he can do that.

“I love you too. So much. I’ve never been as scared as I was when I found you, I-“ He gets choked up again, “If you ever do something like that again, we will have issues I swear to God Y/N-“

“Kiss me again you idiot,” You say, all smiles.

When the whole team roll in, Spencer is perched on the very edge of your bed, hand in yours, thumb rubbing back and forth. They all smile at you, holding various gifts that get you very excited, and tell you how glad they are you’re okay.

Derek’s brows furrow, pointing at your heart monitor, “Now what happened while we were gone, cuties?”

Everyone looks towards the monitor, where your heartbeat is still high from kissing and being close to Spencer after being scared you’d never be able to again.

You and Spencer blush, “I’m just very happy to see my team.” You say, trying to suppress a smirk.

“Yeah, yeah,” Derek smirks at you both, “Just couldn’t keep your hands off eachother, huh?”

Spencer sputters, “It would be so inappropriate to do anything like that in a hospital, Morgan! Actually, hospitals…”

As Spencer rambles on, you scan the room and find yourself tearing up. You feel so cared for and loved, surrounded by the people you consider family and holding the hand of the love of your life. You’re so lucky, you realise, despite the situation that led to this, to have such amazing people so close.

You move and lean your head against Spencer’s shoulder and, mid-sentence, he presses a kiss to your forehead.

It’s an honour to be so loved by such lovely people.

[anothertimdrakestan]

Light Of My Life Jason Todd x Reader

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Words: 2.7k

Requested? Yes! From a lovely anon!

“Hello! May I have a Jason Todd x reader where the reader is a really powerful superhero from the avengers and is well known and she met Jason when she was hopping on rooftops in Gotham (for fun idk haha) and the reader feels lonely and they bond over that with Jason and they start dating and when Jason’s brothers find out they’re dating (a few months later) they freak out and say things like “YOURE DATING THEM?! How did this happen?!” Thank you!”

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Ok so I took this as a new avenger I hope that’s okay :). It’s mostly selfish that I wanted to write my own badass hero for Jason to simp for... can you blame me? She’s basically a heroin Livewire for those of you that watched Supergirl. Also you really set me up for a long fic so strap in anon, you did this to yourself by giving me an amazing request! Hope you enjoy! xoxo

“You’re kidding right. Gotham? Mr. Seclusive Bat Brat’s turf? Not a chance in hell.” you groaned hearing your newest mission. “Sorry Y/H/N you’re headed to nut-case capital” your comm buzzed back and you rolled your eyes. At least it was a short trip right? Confirm with Dr. Strange exactly the newest magical item you needed to look for, find it, and get out. Maybe zap a couple villains for shits n giggles. Grabbing your motorcycle you headed out, praying for a short trip. 

Arriving at your hotel you began to set up, having powers meant no bulky suit which was nice but Strange had set you up with about a million photos, books, and what looked like scrolls about a stupid helmet. Apparently all the helmet did was let the wearer float and see in the damn dark, half of the avengers could do that shit already. But when THE Dr. Strange makes a request of the Avengers, they comply. 

You’d heard about a drug leader with an eye for shiny objects, and you decided to start there hoping you could really give him a show. Waiting for night to fall you headed out, appreciating the constantly terrible weather in Gotham, lightning cracked in the sky exhilarating you, taking it as a sign from your gods that they liked this mission you felt the electricity run through your veins as you sped towards the ring a friend of yours had tipped you off about. Propping your bike up on the side of the building you felt the electricity dancing through the wires of the building and you zapped into them, travelling in to the main room.

Jason just about pissed his pants. He watched this hot motorcycle chick park her (sexy ass) bike outside the drug ring he was busting that night and right when he was about to put on some Red Hood Charm™ he watched her turn into a giant spart and shoot into the building through the camera system. Realizing she was going to do his job for her he decided to watch from above, trying to figure out who the mystery meta was. As he sat perched on the top of the building he couldn’t help but hope it was Y/H/N, one of the most prominent new Avengers but what was she doing in Gotham? Regardless he sat, ready for the lightshow.

What you saw inside the building was horrific. Disgusting men were throwing cash around to take home young, terrified girls. Disregarding the mission at hand you flashed into the middle of the “show”. Immediately guns were out but that had never stopped you. Dissapaiting into one of the lights you enjoyed how some of the men shrieked at your powers. “Shit dog I think it’s Y/H/N but what’s she doin in Gotham?” never able to pass an opportunity to boast you appeared behind the group smirking “hey boys. Don’t there girls look a little young for you? That said, you should let them go or I’ll get angry. And you’d be shocked with how angry I can get - literally.” you held up a hand letting sparks dance in you palm. What you didn’t expect was to see a blundering idiot in a red mask crash through the ceiling. 

Before you could light him up he called “uh hey! It’s Y/H/N right? Big fan. Red Hood pleasure to meet you. See, this is usually my territory, drugs and all, but I’d be happy to share with a lovely lady like you so-” you scoffed. “Shut up BatBrat I don’t intend on swinging minor league with you tonight, I just want these girls out of here and to talk with you” you gestured to the drug lord, annoyed this Red Batman or whatever his name is was getting in your way. “Minor leagues huh? Princess if you think this is any type of game you’re wrong, we don’t play by the rules here.” and he pulled out two guns and began firing. This shocked you. You thought the bats held the same standards as the majority of the Avengers, no killing. This clearly went down the drain as you watched him blow the brains out of the majority of the drug dealers. 

Deciding this wasn’t the night for you to successfully capture the man you needed, especially because Stark would kill you if you got in a fight with another vigilante on an away mission. While Red Mask went hand to hand with the guards you helped the girls escape, shooing them towards the exit and making them promise to be safer. After securing the public’s safety you took a moment to watch Red Armour fight. He was trained you had to admit, he ducked and punched like he’d been doing in for years, he was refined in skill but reckless and practice, it was fascinating. “You gonna help or is that not in the Avenger’s handbook?” you smirked as he got pinned by a couple guards. As he was preoccupied you zapped to the drug lord, shocking him enough to put him down long enough to move him. Forming an electric rope around his limbs you began dragging him out. “Sorry RedBat I got what I came for, you make a good side kick though” with a wink you walked out, not before hearing him shout “ITS RED HOOD SPARKY” 

In one of the Avenger’s safe houses you’d tied up your captive. “This is super easy buddy, all I need to know is where to find the Helmet of Razadazar” what a stupid fucking name, it doesn’t even sound cool. Knowing he’d feign innocence you prepared yourself for light, pleasure for you, not so much for him...

“You’re. Lying. Todd.” Tim’s fingers flew across the BatComputer. “Y/H/N in Gotham? EPIC!” Jason rolled his eyes. “Drake she definitely wasn’t all that amazing, plus she gave the impression she wasn’t long for Gotham so it’s probably nothing. Newbie training for the A list.” Tim sighed, Jason was probably right, the Avengers left Gotham to Batman, no one wanted a piece of it. “Alright, but you gotta tell me everything, I think she shorted all the camera footage so you better use all the detail.” Jason agreed, secretly excited to recount his experience, maybe fangirl a little. All he knew was that he was going to find you, the only game he wanted to play was chasing you.

After taking a short lecture from Captain A about aggressive torture techniques and why they should be AVOIDED you had gotten your answer. Apparently an underground auction with other-worldly treasures was the place to be. At least Gotham’s wealthy were making everything easy for you tonight. 

Jason adjusted his bowtie as he waited to enter the auction. Attending as Bruce Wayne was easy, he did owe Damian a barn now, but it was a worthy pay off for Damian to endure some father-son time as a cover up while Jason played billionaire. Finding an excuse to go other than finding Y/H/N wasn’t hard either, and now here he was, hoping you’d stand out. Let’s just say fate helped a little.

Sitting at a table with your fake identity as Ms. Stark was equally as easy. Excited to be meeting Mr. Wayne the Gothamite who was seated next to you. As he sat down he looked younger than the paparazzi pictures showed. You stuck out a hand to shake and he took it gently, kissing it, to your surprise. He looked at your smirking, “looking lovely tonight Sparky” you’re jaw dropped. Mr. Wayne I had no idea Red Cap was your speed” you whispered, shocked, but slightly comforted to know you had your sidekick here.”It’s. Red. Hood. And just as you Ms. Stark, this identity is not my own.” it made sense, but it was still impressive. 

Having exchanged pleasantries with the table the auction began. Item after item went, you and Hood slid in low bets to seem interested, but you wondered why he had came. Then the helmet was up. You sucked in a breath knowing the plan was to win the bid then snatch the helmet. You bid politely against someone at table 37 until it was yours. “Going once” “Going twi-” the auctioneer stopped as Mr. Wayne raised his paddle, tripling your bet. The auctioneer looked shocked at the amount, not letting you bid again before he shouted “SOLD to the sir at table 14!” For the second time that night your jaw dropped. “I need that helmet!” you whisper yelled. “That old thing? Sure princess. You just have to get dinner with me tomorrow” you realized he just spent millions and millions of dollars just to win your time. “Deal” you hissed. 

Jason decided not to tell his brothers about his date. Feeling like it was a once in a lifetime opportunity he wasn’t ruining it. After hiding the helmet in the BatCave he was waiting for you at a candle lit table for two. When you walked in he knew it was love at first sight. Sitting down across from him you smirked. “You clean up nice..” he finished for you “Todd. Jason Todd.” taken aback you’d heard about him, the kid that lived, part of the Wayne family. “Well if we’re going real names Mr. Todd what do I have to lose, y/n l/n” you smiled, drinking in his appearance. He was dashing you had to admit, confident and laidback it was alluring. “Beautiful name to fit a gorgeous girl” he winked, to your shock, making you blush. 

The two of you spent the night throwing snide comments, compliments, and flirtation between you. Something about Jason just clicked, it felt right. After hours at the table you and Jason went for a walk around Gotham while he showed you his most memorable spots. Somehow the two of you wound up on the top of a skyscraper staring at the stars. Finally having a person who understood the burden of heroism but wasn’t judging you for being new was refreshing. Only knowing each other for hours it felt like it had been years, confiding in each other about some of your deepest secrets. Jason was amazed with your powers, but you explained that they were hard to control, bottling electricity up in anything was difficult, batteries rotted, lightbulbs broke, and sometimes it felt like you were no different. He watched as you showed him how sparks danced across you skin and though he didn’t tell you, they’d been sizzling around you since dinner, an aura vibrating around you as you laughed, cried, and smiled with him.

“So Lightning McQueen, what do the sparks do when you’re happy?” you grimaced at another of his nicknames and explained how they crackle and pop sometimes taking on certain weather-like patterns. “Huh, well let’s see some lightning then” Jason grabbed your hand pulling you into his chest, using the other hand to lift your eyes to meet his as he leaned in. You sped up the process, hands wrapping around his neck, crashing his lips on yours. He was right, lightning struck across the sky as sparks danced between the two of you. Pulling away he grinned as he breathlessly looked at you. “Beautiful” You pulled him in for more, deciding maybe Gotham wasn’t so bad if he was here. 

“Why does Y/H/N always get the Gotham missions?” Peter Parker groaned. “Well seeing as she practically lives there it’s easy” the rest of the gang retorted as you blushed. “I guess I just really like the weather” you grinned while everyone rolled their eyes knowing the reason Gotham was having more lightning than ever was no coincidence. 

“Honey I’m homeeeeee” you squealed as you zapped into your kitchen. Jason had learned not to be alarmed when you appeared out of thin air and he opened his arms as you fell into his embrace. “Hello to my favorite double A” he grinned when you gave him a zap, he knew you loved all his nicknames. He pulled you out of his embrace looking you dead in the eyes. “Sparky it’s time you meet my family, you know Tim is going to kill me for hiding you” You were so excited, timing never aligned or one of you was injured or not on Earth but finally, it was time to meet the family. 

You’d snuck into the manor before, but everytime it seemed to get bigger. Jason squeezed your hand warning you about how annoying his family was. As you entered you took in everything. The cutest little boy was chasing a grown man with a sword, a teenage boy sat on a kitchen cupboard shotgunning an energy drink, all while a nice elderly man chopped carrots calmly in the kitchen. Breaking the silence you began to name each boy “Uh hi guys! I’m y/n you probably know me as Y/H/N but I’m so excited to be here! I’m guessing Damian, Dick, Tim, and the wonderful Alfred!” all the boys froze. Alfred smiled and continued chopping.  “Oh my god oh my god oh my god” Tim jumped off the cupboard wide eyed staring at you. “Todd how do you know her?” Dick looked at you, shocked to see an Avenger not in costume next to his brother. 

“Actually guys I’ve known Y/N for a while, remember Tim that night? We’ve kept in touch since and I’m lucky enough to be her boyfriend!” Jason kissed you on the cheek and immediately Tim passed out. As Dick poured water on the teen Damian walked up to you and you bent down to look him eye to eye. “Prove you’re Y/H/N because I don’t believe Todd could pull a famous hero like Y/H/N” Jason started “No y/n it’s fine” but you wanted to make a good impression so you zapped into the light fixture, counted to 5, then appeared on the cupboard Tim had been on, only to zap back nex tot Jason. “TT I’m impressed Todd. Y/n let me say I’m impressed with your recent activity with the Avengers. I know what it is like to be surrounded by older, entitled idiots.” Damian stuck out a tiny hand and you shook it, making sure to give him a little shock. 

Having woken up Tim began rapid fire questions. “So Todd lied you’re here? And you like him? Can I just say you’re so cool. Would you let me run some tests on your powers? What’s the biggest lightshow you’ve done? What is spiderman like? I feel like I’m quicker than him but I don’t know. Do you love Jason?” you tried to take in all the questions. “Yes I’m here, yes, thank you, sure I guess, biggest was cracking a small moon in half - don’t asl I was mad, spidey is cool kind of a dweeb but, he’s pretty quick but I haven’t seen you, and yes I do love Jason” you took a deep breath. Jason smiled at you, glad you could keep up with Tim’s q & a. Suddenly Tim grabbed Dick’s arm and started running to the BatCave, “okay y/n I’m gonna go set up some tests come down in a minute. Todd you lucky asshole you bring her down in five okay?” before you could reply he was gone. 

Taking a deep breath Jason wrapped his arms around you. “I’m so glad you can deal with them, but if Drake gets really bad knock him out cold” you chuckled, knowing that dealing with the Wayne’s was more difficult for Jason than it was for you. “Anything for you babe” you grinned. “Always the light of my life y/n” you rolled your eyes knowing the jokes would never stop, one of the many reasons you loved Red Hood with all your heart. 

haha I never do A/N but do y’all get the pun in the title hehehehe wow I need to go to bed. Also check out the pun in my masterlist lolz. Now, dear reader, that you read this post we have an inside joke together hehe... love you! xoxo

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Ferocious I Darth Maul x Reader

Chapter 10: Trust

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note: For… reasons, this is an alternate universe in which space ships have actual showers with water, not just sonic showers. Also, Maul’s cybernetics are waterproof. I don’t make the rules... wait- I do. Also, make sure to read the end notes today :)

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Stars, you hate it here.

Everything, from the endless nights to the lack of clean water and the ever-looming prospect of going to prison increases your motivation to somehow fix the communicator yourself and run off before Kenobi can take you with him, leaving him stranded on the planet.

For exactly a decade, just to be even.

“It should work,” Kenobi remarks with very apparent annoyance. “Everything is connected and the power source is on.”

“Well, it’s obviously not working.”

“Thank you for your observation.” He drops his hands into his lap, looking quite defeated. And tired.

While you’ve been keeping some structure in your days, he’s been working tirelessly on repairing that communicator. Until he did tire out, occasionally.

Now was one of these occasions.

“I’m losing focus and I can hardly see anything. It’ll be best to continue when the sun comes back up again.”

Which is precisely what you were hoping he’d say, but you still force yourself to make another snide comment. “Maybe it’ll fix itself while you’re resting and we are magically transported off this planet.”

He pays you no mind and heads to what’s become his sleeping spot over the past days - or has it been over a week already?

“I trust you’ll keep watch?”

You just huff, but don’t refuse his request. It is an agreement you’ve come to quite early on when you both realized that the death of one would make the other’s survival significantly less likely. So while he sleeps, you make sure no animals sneak up and attack him, which, apart from the “dinner” incident a few days ago, only happened once, but still rattled him enough to make him remind you of your duty evry time he went to sleep.

Except tonight, you plan on shifting your attention to something completely different. 

You have not, in fact, come to terms with the probable reality that you’ll spend the rest of your days in a prison of the Republic. Instead, you’ve been observing what exactly Kenobi is doing to repair the life-saving device and despite your lack of aptitude in such things, you, too, see that the communicator should - in theory - work. Kenobi is overworked and agitated; it would only be natural for him to miss something.

Something you might be able to catch and use to your advantage.

 You remain still where you are until you hear his quiet breaths evening out, indicating he has fallen asleep.

“Kenobi?” You whisper into the silence, a last test to check if he is still conscious.

No response.

Your heart beats fast in your chest, all too aware of how pressing time is. For some reason, this man rarely sleeps more than two hours at a time, which could be partially blamed on you for always nagging at him when he isn’t trying to fix the communicator. But then again, you have the feeling that he usually doesn’t have very different habits.

With the kind of stealth only someone who has been trained in these arts could bring up, you sneak across the clearing to where the source of all your troubles and hope lies on the ground.

The device has been taken out of the starfighters cockpit and thus looks pretty out of place and… unfinished. But you know better, having watched the Jedi dismantle and reassemble every little piece.

The metal glints in the shine of your flashlight as you crouch to be on eye-level with the device. At first glance everything seems to be in order, just like the Jedi remarked, but that is not acceptable. Fixing the cursed thing before Kenobi is your only way to freedom and you will not allow your own incompetence to stand in your way.

So you look again. And again.

You shine light into every little corner, every port, under every wire and in between each panel. Time is passing too quickly, you are aware, and your chances are dwindling.

But then you see it.

Tiny and inconspicuous, something organic - a seed maybe - is blocking one of the loose wires from connecting with its respective port. 

You bite your lip to suppress a victorious exclamation, looking over your shoulder to check if Kenobi is still fast asleep.

Heart thrumming in your ears, you take a deep breath to calm your nerves and steady your hand for the task ahead. Cautiously, you lift some of the metal paneling to give you access to the section, fingers weaving through the wires with extra care since many of them are not firmly in place due to the crash and were only pinned to their receptors by Kenobi.

At last, your fingertips graze the disruptive piece of forest that has made it so far into the technology. Slowly, you remove it from its spot, moving the wire back to where it was supposed to connect.

Now let’s try this.

You turn the power on, holding your breath and praying to whatever force there is out there that it won’t make any noise.

A quiet whir is the only indication that the power is flowing, causing a small smile to creep over your hidden features. The display comes to life, faintly glowing blue. You throw looks over your shoulder every few seconds, hastily pressing the buttons to type in the private comm information Maul and all his commanding warriors kept as a backup for emergencies. You have no idea how many emergencies must have occurred in these past weeks, but you hope your message won’t be drowned out by others. This is the only shot you get.

You pick some coordinates that, if your knowledge of space navigation isn’t misleading you, should be a few miles north of your current location, then sign the message with ‘ -S ’ .

You stare at the numbers, forcing your mind to absorb them, then you hit send and a series of green lights tells you it at least went out successfully, meaning all you can do now is to hope that it will be received the same way. 

Kenobi is still fast asleep, chest rising and falling steadily. You almost feel sorry for what you’re about to do, but there really aren’t many alternatives. 

You take out a small vial from a pocket in your belt, filling a syringe with it. It’s been a while since you last used it, but you made sure you always have some tranquilizers on you, and now you’re thankful for that.

On your tiptoes, you sneak to Kenobi’s sleeping form, narrowing your eyes to make out the exposed skin on his neck.

The needle is buried in his neck in a matter of seconds and his eyes shoot open in shock and confusion while his hands fly to his neck.

“Why-”

“Nothing personal,” you assure him when his eyelids droop and his words lose coherence.

Normally, this should knock a person out for at least three hours, but you don’t know how a force sensitivity might influence that. One way or another, you should take off now and get as big a headstart as you can. But first, one more thing.

You give the heap of beige robes that is the Jedi knight one more almost regretful look, then you crush the communicator beneath your heel. Can’t risk him calling for Republic forces while you’re still in the area after all, and you’d have no way of taking the device with you, since it’s hooked up to the ship wreckage.

Why you spare his life, you don’t know, and you’d rather not spend too much time thinking about it. Perhaps you should kill him, after all he’s done to Maul, and why your conscience decides to pipe up now of all times will remain a mystery. You have killed people in less honorable ways, but…

“Ugh,” you grunt, finally turning your back on the Jedi and starting your journey north.

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 “Maul! Maul, come here!”

He jerks up, briefly having fallen asleep leaned against the wall. For a second, he fully expects to see your gleaming eyes staring back at him, that’s how familiar the voice is. It takes him a moment to understand that it’s not you, but Loa calling him.

Which is supremely peculiar, because the young woman rarely ever addresses him, let alone command him.

He is out of the room, your room, in a flash, looking over Loa’s shoulder at the message displayed a second later.

Both of his hearts seem to skip a beat.

The message consists of nothing but a set of coordinates, the only indication of its origin the ‘ -S ’ with which it is signed.

S as in… Spectress?

It must be you. There is no one else with access to this line of communication who would send this kind of message.

Loa gapes at the writing. 

“It’s… It’s her, isn’t it? It’s gotta be her, I’m…”

“Set course,” is his only response, sitting down in the copilot’s seat, several scenarios already running through his mind.

“Looks like some type of… forest moon,” She remarks, readying the ship for hyperspace with outstanding speed and routine. You weren’t exaggerating at all when you said she had become a good pilot.

He ponders for a minute. If you are somehow stranded there, they won’t need reinforcement, with their forces stretched thin as it is. But if any threats lurk nearby and he puts your little sister in danger…

He will die by your hand, then. Or his own.

“How long?”

“Estimate of four hours.”

“Very well. I will try to find out what to expect when we arrive there.”

 According to his sources, there has been no Republic activity in the system in question over the past month - that’s what he found out after two hours of vehement research. Really, he already knew that after thirty minutes, but you being so close yet so far from him drove him to bury himself in databanks and records by his spies.

His thoughts travel to a darker place.

He doesn’t know what state you’ll be in when he finds you - if he finds you. And even if you’re fine, everything else is far from fine. Mandalore, the crime syndicate and most of all, Savage…

Something on the dresser that takes up most of the cramped space clatters to the floor when he loses control of the chaotic force inside him and he flinches, immediately worrying he broke something of importance to you. After all, he has taken up residence in what used to be your small quarters on your ship, before everything happened, before you joined the Death Watch, before you saw him again.

When you were still living relatively safe, off the Republic’s radars.

Out of Master’s reach.

It’s been torturing him every waking moment to think that you might meet the same end that Savage did. The speculation of what could have been if he hadn’t reentered your life has become a constant in his mind. Because if he ever has to see the life fade out of your eyes, the way he saw the nightsister magick leave Savage when he exhaled his last breath, he isn’t sure he could forgive the galaxy. He vows to himself, already vowed to himself few days after he first laid eyes on you, that he will do anything to keep that fiery soul safe.

His fingers run over the cold piece of metal that has fallen, curiously examining it. No, not normal metal, beskar . There are letters forged into it, but they look like traditional Mando’a scripture, which he is still unpracticed in reading.

He contemplates putting it into the uppermost drawer, lest it get lost during more daring flight maneuvers, but he hesitates. He’s never opened any of the drawers, despite the very persistent curiosity he felt. The last he’d want is to invade your privacy; you hadn’t even consented to him sleeping in your private space (although he doubts you would mind after he has literally slept with you).

Maul makes up his mind and pulls the drawer open, not intending to even look, but his gaze still gets caught.

He expected to find clothes, maybe, or, knowing you, weapons. What he finds instead is a collection of… trinkets. 

It’s not new to him that you have a tendency to collect items, sometimes out of sentiment, sometimes as a trophy. He didn’t realize you kept them so meticulously stored.

It’s quite endearing, he thinks.

Some of the items he recalls you talking about, but others seem entirely random. His eyes linger on a piece of flimsiplast that looks like a child has drawn on it. 

He is tempted to take it out and hold it into the light, but quickly realizes that it would go against his original decision not to pry.

There is so much personal history collected in that small space. Dozens of untold stories, so many parts of your life that he missed.

He won’t rest until he knows you’ll still be able to tell them.

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 Oddly enough, you miss Kenobi. More precisely, you miss his ability to sense danger before it has reached you.

Every little noise startles you, every swish of wind making your heart stop and you increase your speed a little.

By now, you’re nearly running through the woods, less than half a mile away from the coordinates you chose.

Chances are, he has woken up by now. And you’re not stupid; you know it’ll be easy for him to track you down when there is no civilization around. From what your understanding of the force is, he should be able to sense your force signature from a larger distance when there is nothing else to disrupt it. That also means that he will be hot on your tail, so whoever shows up to rescue you better hurry .

With a heavy heart, you turn off your flashlight and lean against a tree while you remove your mask for better air supply and allow your eyes to adjust. It still takes so kriffing long, you wonder if that’ll ever change.

If Kenobi finds you first, it won’t make much of a difference.

You get moving again, slower but also less of a beacon in the dark.

The trees start coming in more sparsely now, until you can actually see farther than twenty feet without trees blocking your view. This allows you to pick up speed again and thus make up for the darkness that is slowing you down, until the landscape is so open that you’re actually running now.

And that’s when you hear them.

Branches cracking somewhere behind you. 

Probably just the wind. Keep going.

The dull thud of feet hitting the ground makes your breath catch in your throat.

So maybe he did wake up earlier than anticipated.

You whirl around, seeing nothing but his black silhouette and desperately wishing for a lightsaber, which you - unwisely - have sworn off after the Naboo incident. That, and running around wielding a lightsaber wasn’t exactly the level of subtlety you were going for at the time.

But now, you could really use it.

“I spared your life!” You yell.

“And destroyed my only way away from here,” he responds, sounding almost hurt as he makes slow steps towards you. You take just as many backwards.

Something in the sky beyond him catches your eye and suddenly, the situation looks different.

“I’ve got to look out for myself first,” you argue. “Surely, you understand that.”

“You know I can’t let you go.”

“I do,” you say serenely, taking a deep breath, then whirling around to make a run for it.

You don’t need to look over your shoulder to know he is following you and, even worse, gaining on you.

The small headstart you got, combined with the distance between you two in the first place isn’t nearly enough, even though you are in great shape and a truly fast runner.

The ship you spotted earlier now flies over your head, approaching the ground and you could laugh and cry at the same time. It’s not just any ship, it’s your ship. Your home, and aboard, you hope, your family.

It doesn’t touch the ground, but it flies low enough to be accessible from the ground while slowing to a speed that should allow for you to jump on, if you could only run a little faster.

Damn, ten years ago this would have been easier.

The blast door in the back, only about twenty feet away from you, slides open, revealing a figure that even in the dark you can make out to be…

Maul.

He extends his hand and you instantly know what he wants you to do.

So, you take a deep breath and jump .

The moment your feet leave the ground you feel the tug of the force pulling you to the zabrak while your own hand reaches forward and you fly through the air, until your hand finally reaches Maul’s.

You are not safe yet, still hanging from the edge of the ship when you suddenly feel a different pull on one of your ankles. Your eyes widen in shock and you try to tell Maul that it’s Kenobi, he is pulling you back, but all that you manage is a terrified shriek when your hand almost slips out of his at a particularly strong pull backwards.

Not this time, Kenobi.

Your determination sets in and you look down to see Kenobi standing still, arms extended to manipulate the force. With your one free hand, you reach for your blaster, aiming and-

The hold on your ankle abruptly loosens and you are yanked on board at once, the blast door sliding shut immediately, drowning out the deafening sound of wind.

You are panting, sprawled out on the floor, not even realizing that you did it .

“Hyperspace, as soon as possible,” you distantly hear Maul say, but the thrumming of your heart is too loud to properly hear his voice, until he somehow sits you up and…

Embraces you. 

Warm fingers run through your messy hair, soft murmurs that you can’t quite understand coming from right next to your ear.

“I’m filthy,” you protest weakly, half-heartedly trying to free yourself from his hold but he only holds on tighter and at last you melt into the affection, burying your face in his neck.

“Is Loa…?”

“In the cockpit,” he instantly calms your worries and you sigh happily. For a moment, everything is alright.

“What did I miss?” You eventually muster up the courage to ask.

His grip tightens so much you can feel his fingertips dig into your hip and you immediately know something bad happened.

“It was… Master. He killed Savage.”

Your heart sinks, the previous relief replaced by a dark type of sadness. There is anger and, most dominantly, fear.

The Sith lord doesn’t intend on letting Maul off, which by extension also means there is a target on everyone he surrounds himself with.

You can’t even find words to console him, only taking in a shaky breath against his skin and whispering, "I'm sorry."

"He's free now."

Eventually, you find the strength to get up, tiredly patting over to the cockpit.

“Hey.” Loa presses a few last buttons, then jumps up and crushes you in a tight hug.

“I thought I would never see you again.”

“You know me better than that,” you retort mildly.

“I suppose so,” she sighs, holding you at an arm’s length. “You need a shower,” she assesses, plucking a leaf from your hair.

Self-consciously you run a hand through the tangles, then look down at your muddy clothes.

“I agree.”

 Maul waits for you when you leave the cockpit, immediately taking your hand as if to reassure himself that you are truly there.

“Missed me?” You joke half-heartedly, doing nothing to hide the way the tension seems to melt from your body at the touch.

“Every minute,” he answers earnestly, not a hint of a joke in his voice.

“Come with me, then,” you offer, making your way to the refresher and pulling him along. As expected, he follows you all too willingly, thumb rubbing circles on the back of your hand.

You don’t even bother undressing all the way before getting under the water stream, suddenly realizing how much you’ve been longing for it. While your clothes soak, the water pooling around your feet turns a muddy brown as the dirt from the forest is finally washed off.

Maul steps in the small shower behind you, holding a hand into the falling water.

“That’s cold,” he states.

“Not for me, it’s not.” You eye his frown. “But we can turn the temperature up.”

The heat does feel good, and not much later you finally attempt to peel off the remaining layers of clothing. Red tattooed hands come to your aid fast and within seconds, your skin is completely exposed, the stress of the past weeks running down the drain along with the dirt and… blood?

You bring a hand up to touch your forehead at the same time that a scowl makes its way on Maul’s face.

“Kenobi,” he growls, but you shake your head.

“That’s from when I crashed the starfighter.” You examine your bloodied fingers with moderate interest. “I think it’s healed already, that’s just dried blood coming off.”

He huffs, lightly running a finger over the area on your face.

“Any other injuries?” His eyes roam your body, not in a sexual, but in a concerned manner.

“None I can think of,” you sigh as he gathers soap in his hands, closing your eyes for a moment as the warm water runs over your face. When you don’t hear another noise from Maul, you open your eyes again, only to find him staring at you with something like bewilderment in his eyes.

“Are you okay?”

He responds by crashing his lips into yours, expressing so many emotions through his actions that he otherwise can’t find the words for. You very nearly fall at the suddenness of it, but his arms are wrapped around you in a heartbeat, pressing you into his chest and giving you the skin-to-skin contact you’ve been missing so terribly.

Your eyes water as emotions overcome you, the relief, the sorrow, the uncertainty and… guilt.

When you break apart, his are shining in a similar way.

 You lean against the weapons locker, facing the ceiling while you let the details of your situation soak in. The havoc that was wreaked on Mandalore by the resistant Mandalorians, the coming and going of the crime families, and the looming threat of Sidious’ grand plan finally coming together.

“I have a suggestion,” you begin slowly. “But you’re not going to like it.”

“Go on.”

“The Jedi are not our main enemy anymore, if what you foresee comes true.” You recall him talking about the envisioned destruction of the Jedi order, something that Sidious has been plotting for a long time. “If we give them the right tools to do so, it’ll be them who need to fight him, not you. Not any of us.” Your eyes dart to the cockpit where your sister is holed up.

“Tools, such as… knowledge?” He touches his chin the way he always does when he mulls over an idea.

“Sidious is but one man. He only thrives on secrecy, so if we-”

“A Jedi will never cooperate with a Sith .” He snarls. “Their self-righteousness wouldn’t allow it.”

“Maybe not.” You sigh with exhaustion. “All I know is that the better equipped the Jedi, the higher the chance of them actually defeating Sidious before it’s too late. And that’s why I have another proposition.”

“What is it?”

“We make a small transmission to the Republic fleet, sending them the same coordinates I sent you.”

“You’re trying to save Kenobi?” He doesn’t sound angered, he sounds… surprised.

“As much as I dislike him, he is one of their more capable knights, and it’s become pretty obvious he and his padawan are quite invested in uncovering Sidious’ identity.” 

You are astounded he even considers the idea. 

“Also, helping him could be interpreted as a show of good faith. Might get them off our back for some time, until we figure out who to fight,” you add.

For a minute, he remains silent. Then, his arm is wrapped around your waist and his lips brush over your temple.

“I trust your judgment,” he mumbles. “Do what you believe is right.”

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SOOO, after a two week delay, I have elected to post once more... my bad. In the next 2-4 weeks I’d like to edit and improve the older chapters because I’m not 100% happy with the writing in them anymore, so because of that there won’t be another update during that time. Don’t worry though, I’m not done yet, the story will go on - just after a short break :,)

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A Christmas Heist Pt. V - Confrontations

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: inaccurate depictions of technology, depictions of violence, flirty Bucket, an actually big word count 

Hi guys! This is it! The final addition of “A Christmas Heist”! I am so so glad to have been able to write this out! Of course, this part will be a bit longer than the previous parts, as this is the final part after all. I must thank @world-of-aus​ immensely for going above and beyond for these action scenes! Without her, this part wouldn’t be what it is! Thank you once again to @hailhydra920​ for putting this wonderful request in for the holidays! It was a nice request to kind of dip my feet into the water, as this is my first mini-series! There will be an epilogue to be an official end to this mini series! That shall be posted Monday night! As always, feedback and commentary are deeply appreciated! What did you like? What did you not like? What do you guys wanna see? I’d love to know! Thank you and enjoy reading!

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“So you wanted to take a look at the MacBooks that we offer right, Miss?” Steve asks with feigned enthusiasm, keeping up the facade until you two were for sure alone on the table, far away enough from anyone to hear. Steve takes a look around one more time before he whispers, “Okay, so… this should be the section I think. I tried looking for it on the other two tables to your left, but they weren’t there. The serial numbers were getting a bit close, but not quite.” Bucky lightly clears his throat and looks around, adjusting his cap. “Well, it’s the last table with the MacBooks, we can take a look here for sure.” You take another cautious look around, resisting the urge to take the different colored wig that you have on off. “Well, why don’t you two pretend that you’re looking at MacBooks? I have a feeling that it could be here.” You whisper softly. Steve looks at you and nods. “Well, be careful Y/N. I double checked these employee drawers too. No luck anywhere. Shelves may have to be it.” You nod in understanding and waste no time into searching for this darned hard drive.

“Well these MacBooks are said to be our highest selling so if you’d like to take a close look at each one,” Steve offers, voice raised slightly as another employee walks by the three of you.

“That’ll be perfect, thank you,” Bucky gruffs, “should we need any further help I’ll send my husband to find you,” you add. Steve nods and keeps up his raised voice, “No worries, ma’am. Take all the time you need. And umm… and yeah, just take your time,” Steve says softly, turning red as he stutters the last part. You shook your head in embarrassment as you turned away from the blond super soldier who was scratching his head. You look cautiously through the display, pretending to look through the specifics of the MacBook on display before looking at the settings to examine the serial numbers. The search kept going, you were on the brink of bursting due to your frustration, until. “Got it,” you whisper, trying your hardest not to show a huge smile as you notice the serial number perfectly aligns with the serial number that you had written down on your little piece of paper. “You got it?” Bucky says with a hint of excitement as he goes to you, Steve following suit. “Yeah! It should be the one!” You say excitedly. “The hard drive from what I remember should be in these shelves behind us,” you whisper, motioning at the products behind you.

“I’ll cover for you,” Steve offers, with Bucky nodding in approval. “Yeah so will I. I think you know this techy thing more than I do.” You playfully roll your eyes, starting the search from the box of airpods that were stacked along the shelf. “It’s just a different type of package that we’re after, Buck. Nothing much really.” Bucky only scoffs as he keeps pretending to look at MacBooks with Steve, looking around cautiously. However, his eyes widened. “No… oh hell no…” He grunts under his breath. “What is it, Buck?” Steve whispers, looking around even more cautiously. But then his answer was arriving at full speed. 

It was Rumlow, striding his way into the store, eyes looking around the store, but for what? You three would not even know. “Shit.. shit shit shit…” Bucky mutters in frustration. “Y/N, sweetheart, if you have found that damn packaging, you might as well tell us now.” He whispers in a harsh tone into the comm. “Seriously, Buck? Don’t rush me, I’m about more than halfway into the stock!” The two men hear you say into their earpiece. “I think we have every right to rush you right now, doll. We’ve got company. Your 6 o’ clock.” You hear Steve say in a pressing tone, causing you to turn around right behind you to see Rumlow approaching what must be a fellow Hydra agent. Your eyes widen, rushing your process on that shelf. “Oh come on… come on..” you tell yourself, heart beating fast as you try your hardest to find that packaging. But then you soon see it, a white box of the same size, but no, it did not show the image of a pair of AirPods, it was just blank. No little text, nothing. 

“Y/N… Y/N, come on let’s go.” 

“Y/N! Stop. Put it all back.” 

You couldn’t. You couldn’t stop now, you’re so close.

You were about to reach for it, but quickly jumped when you felt a tap on your shoulder. 

Shit.

You sighed in relief when you see Bucky, quickly tensing up when you see his stern face. “Did you not hear me and Steve? We gotta put this back.” he orders, stealing some of the boxes to place quickly back on the shelf. 

“But Buck I almost got i-”

“Yes you did. But this isn’t the time and place to obtain that right now. They can’t know that we know!” He hisses, holding your hand after putting away the last of the box, leading you to Steve. “We’re lucky if they do not plan on moving this out of this section, do you u-” Bucky continues, but you hush him. “Steve, come on, escort us out.” “Don’t you dare interrupt me, sweetheart this shit’s dangerou-” 

“Shh! Rumlow is near…” you whisper quietly, rubbing your nose. Steve wastes no time when he fakes to reorganize the MacBooks in their rightful place. “Right, I’m so sorry we could not fit your needs, ma’am. I do hope you do reconsider.” Steve says and you both nod. “It’s alright. Give us time to mull it over today, Andy. I think I can get my husband to change his mind. Thank you.” You get more weary when you see Brock looking at the three of you with a suspicious eye. You were glad when you saw that the other two noticed. “Thank you for coming to the Apple Store. I hope you enjoy your day,” Steve says as he walks you both out, making it clear to the employees. “Alright, I found that there’s an alternate route to get out. If you want to go to the parking lot, try to go through Bloomingdales, walk around the building, cross the other plaza, and then the lot is on the right.” Steve whispers hurriedly and you two nod, trying your best to go out as smoothly yet swiftly as possible. 

“Steve, I need you to keep watch of that package. We gotta see where they move it. Please.” You whisper into your comms shakily, clinging onto Bucky’s gloved hand as you quickly walk into Bloomingdales. “I think you need to keep watch of something worse. Or someone.” You hear him say, causing you and Bucky to look at each other in realization. “Fuck,” You groan as the two of you quicken your pace. “Yeah… I know… Rumlow heard from a fellow agent you two were going near the package. If you haven’t gone through Bloomingdales. Now is the time.” You hear Steve say imperatively. The pace has quickened, the strides were longer, and your grip on your boyfriend’s hand is long gone as you two made your way down the escalator to the first floor quickly and out the door. 

Once you two were out, the walking quickly turned into running. Bucky hears the door hurriedly open as well as fast footsteps. “Shit, sweetheart. Come on let’s go through that outdoor mall. It might be a shortcut,” He grunts, you two quickening the pace as a whole group of pedestrians start walking across the street, you two blending in quickly in the middle of the group. You turn around to see Brock a bit far behind you. But this was not the end.

You had to keep up the strides once again, trying to avoid bringing the security into the mix, so you stayed with the crowd of people. Luckily it came to the point where everyone was squished against each other’s bodys, you weaved through the crowds alongside Bucky, getting yourselves closer and closer to the parking lot. “Drop your jacket.” Bucky orders, you look at him in shock. “What?! Why?! What for?” “Misdirection, sweetheart,” He says grabbing your hand once you take it off, leading you towards an empty alley, making you have a run for it. “You’re so crazy! I love this jacket!” You hiss, your heels clicking against the concrete as you ran alongside bucky. “Oh shush, I’ll buy you another one. Drop it… now.” He says, resulting in you throwing down the jacket as you sharply turned to your right when you got to the sidewalk of the busy road beside you. Sure enough, you hear Brock’s hurried footsteps echoing far behind you. 

You two quicken your pace, hopping into Bucky’s motorcycle, you in front of him, his arms wrapped around your torso. The engine roared before you two quickly zoomed out of the farthest exit possible, quickly weaving your way onto the busy road and hiding the two of you behind cars. “You know, I should be driving that so you don’t gotta worry.” You hear Bucky remark. You smile. “Sometimes, your girl needs a turn. Payback for making me let go of that jacket.” You couldn’t help but snicker at how lost Rumlow looked around running in frustration with the jacket of yours clenched in his hand on the sidewalk. He may have been smart and burly, but boy, was he clueless out in the open. You knew Bucky saw it two as the lights turned green, starting on your journey home. 

“He must be so lost.” You remarked, giggling as you concentrate on the road. You smiled when you felt Bucky’s chuckle rumble onto your body, playfully groaning when Bucky playfully kisses and nips at your neck. “I bet… you ran fast on those heels of yours two… proud of you…” You playfully huff, shaking your head. “Well I’m supposed to be mad at you. You know that jacket is Christian Dior?” Bucky only chuckles into your neck. “Like I said, I’ll get you another one.” A smile cracked on your face, shaking your head. “How are we like this after what just happened?” “It’s our job, sweetheart. Sure it’s a bit panicky when we are on the field, but hey… there’s nothin’ you and I can’t do.” He says into your ear. “Yeah… you’re right…” you chuckle, turning a right to go inside the parking lot of the apartment complex. “Let’s just hope he has doubts that it’s you. He must know it’s me for sure.” You snort. “Nah… Wore a cheaper perfume today in case of run-ins like these.” 

“Jesus, you’re a genius, sweetheart.”

“Can you two remember that I am still on the comm with you guys? At least turn it off.”

You called the manager to say that you were going to be late today. Bucky promised that he’d stay alongside the pouty Santa Claus to make sure no one apprehends you or Steve. You sigh shakily as you watch Steve unlock the door. “Deep breaths, doll. I know you hate the idea of being in public doing this, but we are here a good hour before opening time. So you can do this with no problem. You’re disguised. So let’s hope. We ran through this plan three times last night. Trust your instincts.” Steve reassures you as he opens the door for you. You nod, thanking him as you quickly went to get the small box. Fury knows. They’re waiting for you guys to finish this.

“So it was in there, huh?” Steve asks, as he sees you hurriedly make your way to a laptop that he just turned on. He’s already getting flustered at how the default home screen turned into another black screen filled with numbers and letters. You only nod, concentrating on the task at hand. “What are you doing?” Steve asks softly, as he looks around, trying to find a way to pass the time. “Altering the firmware to install a backdoor.” You simply respond as you type furiously at the keyboard. 

Steve only nods, shaking his head and scratching the back of his head. “Shouldn’t have asked… no idea what that mean-”

“Done. Okay next.” 

His eyebrows raise. “A-Already?!” 

“I hope you have your shield in handy just in case.” You mutter as you keep on going. “I do… Yeah, Buck has it in the case Brock goes after ‘im.” He responds, visibly confused at your work. “What are you gonna do, Y/N?” He keeps questioning, preferring to know what you are doing than sitting in silence. “We’re gonna load surveillance and let headquarters control their softwares at boot up. They can have cont-” 

All thoughts were halted when the glass doors burst open, showing a couple of men and women storming through. “Shit,” you mutter, “I got it,” Steve grunts as he moves forward, “you keep working I’ll keep them off you as long as possible.

Steve wasted no time as he rushed forward taking on the first man that ran at him.

Your eyes fly back and forth between the men rushing at Steve and the screen.

“You good?!” you call as he’s kicked to the floor only to jump right back up. He licks the blood from his lips glaring at the men in front of him body guarded as he keeps them from getting to you.

“Keep going Y/N,” his eyes meet yours, “I could do this all day.”

You want to make a remark but the middle goon runs at him, and Steve’s legs sweep up and out sending the man arms up and spread out right into the other two. Your eyes dash back to the computer screen, “Give me two minutes!”

“Don’t worry about me,” he grunts, “get it done!” Your fingers continue to clack against the keyboard, muttered curses falling from your breath as you will the damned machine to hurry, Steve could only go so long against three men with the other two standing guard by the door.

The machine beeps, “I got it Steve!”

“Gr-” he takes a fist to the face, the force enough to send him back towards you. A gasp leaves your lips as you fall away from the device.

Your hands are reaching for your friend, but one of the men gets brave as he rushes you, his hands fisting into the back of your shirt. He sends you flying back, your body skidding away from Steve and into the two by the door way. You have but a second to react, the two standing guard by the door now moving at you. Deft fingers reach for your hidden holster, your fingers hooking around the taser disk as you quick flick it to the goon that had sent you flying back.

They may be quick but you’re quicker.

He goes down in a shock before he can reach the computer, “Steven the hard drive - AH!” you get out, “You’re not going anywhere, rat,” the girl by the door hisses as she pulls you back. “Looks like we have more than one rat,” the other calls out as he kicks the hat from Steve’s head, the kick sending him back into the displays. The goon turns his head to the others, “Take her out,” he mutters, “Let’s worry about this traitor here.” You’re scrambling on your feet trying to find some leverage against the pain radiating from your scalp as you are thrown from the store.

You’re not up quick enough as they lock the door, the grey walled barricade coming down, a sinister smirk kissing the lip of the hydra goons.

“Steve!”

“Steve’s not the one you should be worrying about, Mrs. Claus, or should I say Agent L/N.”

Chills creep up your spine, and you’re turning slowly on your heel, eyes hard as you glare at the man before you.

“Rumlow,” you grunt, he wipes at blood splitting his lip. “Gotta say agent you all almost had us, but that sly trick of yours,” he steps forward, “You know... the one where you took my keys, that agent that’s where you really fucked up, did you really think I wouldn’t notice,” he tsks, “figured you all might be smarter but then again, think I prefer it like this, you’ll be easier to take down.”

Rumlow advances on you then, his body slamming into yours as he takes you down around the waist. You scrabble to get leverage, the base of your palm meeting his nose.

“Bitch,” he grunts as he falls off to the side, your body moving to stand. Your eyes fall to the store where the commotion is even louder.

“I wouldn’t worry about your friend there,” Rumlow spits a grin appearing on his face, “he’s not going to last very long.”

You’re the one charging now as you creep closer, your body dropping slightly as you let your leg sweep out and send Rumlow right back onto his back.

“You won’t last long out here either.”

“We’ll see about that,” he growls his fingers pressing to his ear as he mumbles something foreign to your ears. Your head snaps to the side where the grey gate is slowly lifting, the goon that had thrown you from earlier waiting for the gate to fully lift.

Shit.

You watch as Rumlow pushes to stand on his feet, his stance unfaltering as he waits; it’s not long before the door to the store is being pushed open, the goon falling out, grunts and crashes coming from within the store.

“You see agent, you all thought you were slick, but really we knew all this time, just like Fury sent in his rats, we’ve sent in ours.”

Your eyes widen at the news, “Oh don’t look so shocked, it was never going to end well for the lot of you, though I wish it would have, you’re not such a bad kisser,” he smirks, “we could have been something you and I, but I guess maybe in a different world,” he hums. It’s a split second before they’re both charging at you, one leg swings out as your foot meets the agent’s chest knocking him back only slightly as your hands grip at Rumlow.

You climb the burly man, your fingers reaching for the garrote hidden in your boot.

You hook the wire around Rumlow’s neck, tightening it around your fingers as you pull roughly. Rumlow chokes as he tries to knock you off, you don’t see that the goon has gotten his bearing and is now charging at you,  but it’s not like he would have made it a step closer.

“Y/N!” you hear Bucky scream, “Duck!”

Your eyes flash up, seeing Bucky running at you shield in hand, the jingle of the bell from his hat and shoes being heard. He stops mid stride to throw the vibranium shield towards you. Your fingers tighten on the metal string in your grip, your body tilting back as you and Rumlow fall to the side, the shield whizzing past you.

It takes the goon in its path down, knocking three more in its way out.

“About damn time Buck,” you hear Steve shout out, the ping of the metal meeting face reaching your ears.

You couldn’t help the hopeful smile that appears on your face as you see the blond super soldier run to the door and catch it successfully, using it to knock out the other agents coming at him. You try to get up, making the wire retract on its own, the main objective to get back into the store. You yelp when you feel a strong hand grab onto your ankle, making you thud face first against the tiles of the mall. By instinct, you kick your heel against the face, hearing Rumlow groan as you get up. You hear a crack and you look behind in shock, seeing the burly elf pinning Rumlow in the ground, landing a hard punch at him, the blood from his face matching the redness of the Santa costume. “Go! Go get that thing and let’s get out!” You hear Bucky exclaim to you, you only nod and push through the glass doors, hopping over the unconscious bodies to get to the laptop, taking the hard drive out of the port for good measure. Sighing in relief, you tuck it in a secure place and quickly run to Steve as he gets his shield. 

“Come on, let’s go,” Steve says as you nod, paging headquarters to quickly get the agents that had participated into custody. You two run out and see Bucky throw one final punch before Brock is unconscious, bloody face and nose evident. “BUCKY STOP! COME ON!” You exclaim as you and Steve make a run for it. It is only a few seconds until Bucky catches up with you, quickly running to the car. You three quickly left, more than ready to go straight to the med bay.

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slither of optimism left : s.r

brief summary: along with bucky, after steve was presumed dead you were taken by hydra and made into their weapon. after seventy long years, you’re used in a mission to infiltrate a shield base, unaware of who exactly is inside

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You had no idea what had happened after that man approached you. Pieces of the events that took place that night haunt your memories as you picture a man holding a knife, muttering words that made no sense to you then, but soon would become your entire life.

Before everything, you were a young girl with ambitions to work for a company upstate. You’d been well educated, as best you could for a woman and had it all planned out. But that was before the war, and before you lost two of your closest friends to it all.

To the world, they lost Captain America and members of the Howling Commandos. Yet you lost so much more than that, you lost Steve Rogers, your first and only love alongside your best friend, Bucky Barnes. The duo was always there for you, on hand to cheer you up whenever required. Bucky would always encourage you to say something to Steve, ensuring you the feeling was mutual.

It took a long time for you say anything to Steve about how you felt, but once your feelings were shared you never looked back as he returned a new man, one you adjusted to, but loved nonetheless.

They promised it would be one last mission and then they’d be home, and in truth, it was their last mission; just not in the way they anticipated it. 

*

“He, he can’t be.” You tremble as the words leave your lips with despair hanging from every syllable.

Lifting your eyes up, you see her red lips locked in a straight line as she nods, remaining silent. Men stand behind her in a line, holding their hats at their chests as their eyes avoid yours.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n.” Peggy sits beside you, her hand resting on your upper arm. “He truly cared about you.” A smile ghosts Peggy's lips, remembering Steve’s last words before they lost connection to him.

“I, I never got the chance to say a real goodbye.” The realisation hits you in the chest, sending you back as your heart begins to numb. “He, he’s never coming home.” Tears fall from your eyes as you stare straight ahead, forgetting the presence of Peggy and the soldiers as your mind remains in an easier, simpler time. *

The meeting that took place with Peggy didn’t end as it should have. You were escorted from the building as you tried to hold your head high, stop the tears cascading down your cheeks. But you only made it a few feet from the doors before you felt a pair of hands cover your nose and mouth, seeing your eyes widen to the knife before they blurred.

When you first woke up, everything hurt. Never before had you felt the intense burning throughout your body like that. You’d often ran after Steve after pinching a loaf of bread and catching a ride back into town on the end of a truck, but that burn was filled with satisfaction. What you experienced initially was pure fire through your veins, itching to be released.

You had no idea what time it was, who had held you or where you were. The questions that plagued your mind weren’t answered for almost several days as you were starved inside of a cell, your left wrist chained to the wall.

Once you met the figure behind everything, the events that took place are faint in your mind, but the evidence lines your skin. You were taken, beaten, tortured for information on Captain America. *

“I told you,” You cry out. “I don’t know!” You scream as another blade is sliced across your thigh as you wish to curl up and hideaway, but the chains and ropes you’re attached to leave you fully exposed for their fun.

“You do know, Y/n.” A soldier tuts as he wipes the blood from his knife along his sleeve, the HYDRA logo never tainted in the process. “We will get the information from you, one way or another.” He tickles the knife along your temple, moving it away before it penetrates your skin with a sick laugh.

You’re released from the restraints and dragged back to your cell, left once more to suffer in silence along with those hidden behind the large doors that line the corridors you pass every time. *

Years of your life were lost to the restraints of HYDRA, even when you were put into cyro you could hear the things being discussed. You were stuck, without a way out.

At least, that’s what you thought.

It was going to be another mission, alongside the infamous Winter Soldier you heard plenty about. Yet, despite his ranking, your paths had never crossed.

The doors to your room were opened and three men walked in. “Miss.” The man with the green eyes nodded, and you swiftly followed behind him in silence.

You were led down various corridors you knew hid their experiments, many having been performed on you. “Here,” Green eyes motions to a large wooden door with the HYDRA symbol etched into the oak. “he’ll be in there, waiting for you.”

Without having a chance to question who, the doors are opened for you. Someone pushes you inside and shuts the doors before you’re able to process.

“So, you’re her?” The hairs on the back of your neck rise as you mutter nonsense under your breath. “We can’t stay here, we’re needed on the jet.” He instructs, not caring about you keeping your back turned to him.

Slowly, you turn around and catch a glimpse of their Winter Soldier, your oldest friend, Bucky Barnes.

You sat in silence on the jet as you listened to the plan in question. No one was to survive on the opposing side, SHIELD was too much of a threat to spare anyone involved.

Occasionally, you glanced over at Bucky, but he wasn’t the same. You heard the stories of what HYDRA did to him, but knowing it’s him breaks your heart all over again.

“Stop staring.” He tells you bluntly, ignoring your quiet apology before looking up at you. As Bucky focuses on you, something inside of him is screaming out. “Do, do I know you?” He asks as the soldiers remain out of earshot, and he watches as you lift your head up quickly.

“A long time ago, yes.” You mutter. “Do you know who you are?”

A glimmer of hope fades from your gaze as he shakes his head, hiding himself away once more as the soldiers return with the weapons of choice.

“You don’t get out much, do you?” Bucky questions, still keeping his gaze averted from yours.

You knew you shouldn’t be talking to him, not this version of him in this situation. HYDRA kept a close eye on him, and entail, a close eye on you. “Is it that obvious?” You try to joke, but it feels disingenuous. “They mostly keep me asleep.” You mutter, focusing your attention on your gun as you place it into your holster.

“It gets easier with time.” Bucky mumbles as he rises to his feet, you following suit as the barriers descend, revealing a man in a black suit before you both.

“Soldiers.” He nods curtly to the pair of you, a title you’ll never fully adjust to. “All we need you to do is get intel and leave, do not engage with that inside of the SHIELD base. Is that understood?” His eyes fixate on you, the cold green sends a shiver through your spine.

“Understood.” You respond whilst Bucky simply nods, taking out his gun as he walks ahead without you.

“Watch him closely, we don’t want to lose another soldier, Y/n.” The man comments as you walk past, ignoring the cold smirk across his lips as his eyes follow you.

Following closely behind Bucky, he stands beside a tall window. “Get up.” He holds his hands out, but you flinch away. “I won’t hurt you.” He mutters, his eyes on yours and you swear you can almost see a glimpse of Bucky, your Bucky.

“Okay.” You whisper, forcing back every image of the guards grabbing you, the Doctors experimenting on you, torturing you and throwing you aside like dirt.

Bucky hoists you up and you silently climb through the window, disabling the alarm whilst Bucky finds another route in. Cover as much ground as possible, but leave together- that was a requirement, not an option.

Looking around, all you can see are tall grey walls, some painted with numbers as the evening lights illuminate the flooring. “I’m on the 3rd floor, soldier.” You mutter through your comms unit, but Bucky doesn’t respond. “Soldier?” You repeat yourself, only hearing static.

As you turn the corner, you see three armed guards in front of a large metal door. They’re all engaged in conversation, making for the perfect and easiest of targets.

Sliding across one of your tasers, you take a step back as you press the button linked to it as it fires up at the three of them. “Oops.” You mumble as you step over their unconscious bodies, facing the door in question.

It didn’t take you long to override the system, but as you do a series of alarms begin to blare.

“Soldier, what’s your status?” Bucky barks through the comms as you push the door open, immediately seeing files upon files stored.

“I’ve found some files, I’ll gather what I can.” You tell him as you begin to rifle through documents, seeing what exactly could be of use to HYDRA and what is worthless.

Flicking through one file, you glance back into a filing cabinet, filled to the brim. Unable to stop your intrigue, you pull out the file seeing it labelled as ‘Captain America.’

You can feel your heart in your throat as you open it up, seeing a picture of your Steve, the Steve you’ll never forget, no matter how many times you’re brainwashed by HYDRA. Steve was someone locked into your mind, unable to be erased.

“If you wanted to know more about me, just gotta ask.” You tense up as a voice interrupts your thoughts.

Keeping your back turned, you reach for your gun hidden inside of your suit before turning around and aiming it at the man in question.

But as you turn, you lower it from the man's face. “Steve?” Your voice can barely be heard above a whisper as you focus on him. “No, no you, you’re dead.” You tell yourself, more than him as you raise your gun, trying to hide your shaking hands in front of the imposter.

“It can’t be,” Steve speaks up, stepping closer as his shield remains in hand. “I was told you were gone, presumed dead. Y/n, I, it’s me.” He tells you, feeling his heart thudding against his chest at an alarming speed, even for him.

Unable to hold back a short laugh, you smile. “Well, looks like we both got it wrong, Stevie.” You comment. “I, I don’t want to hurt you,” You focus on his eyes, how many nights were spent in his arms looking up at them. “so please, let me leave.” You clear your throat, holding your gun back into position.

“Wait, Y/n, no.” Steve tries to move closer, but you take off the safety. “Are you, are you with them?” You can’t ignore the disgust in his tone or the horror in his eyes as you nod.

“I have no choice, Stevie.” You tell him as tears line your eyes.

“Soldier, mission status?” Bucky chimes in through your comms, and you let out a small gasp.

“They have me, Steve. But, they’ve also got Bucky.” You try to explain. “I know it all sounds insane, but we can’t leave here without information. If, if we don’t come back, they’ll hunt us down.” You plead with Steve, something you didn’t imagine ever having to do.

Steve shakes his head as he reaches out. “I can’t lose you, not when I just got you back.”

“You have to let me go, Steve.” You can’t stop the tears from falling as you fire your gun behind him, shooting a guard as he falls to the ground. “I’m sorry.” You whisper before releasing another enhanced taser, watching as it encaptures him and his shield falls to the ground. “I’ll always love you, Steve.” You hand glides across his cheek as he tries to fight the restraints, but it’s no use.

“Soldier, mission status!” Bucky yells as you grab the files on Captain America, firing at guards and dodging bullets before finding an exit.

“I’m out. Where are you?!” You’re screaming to Bucky as you see your ride out of here insight.

As you run you can feel yourself being weighed down. Not physically, but emotionally. All you can picture is the look of betrayal on Steve’s face, your Stevie after all this time.

“I’m on the jet.” Bucky tells you and you let out a sigh of relief, seeing a figure waiting for you.

But no sooner does the figure raise an arm, it’s encapsulated by an explosion, knocking you back.

“NO!” You scream, looking up at the flames, oblivious to a pair of arms grabbing you, all you can hear are your cries for Bucky as your ears ring senselessly. “Bucky!” You cry out, coughing violently as you look above you, seeing blonde hair covering his forehead.

“You’ll be okay, Y/n.” You listen to his faint voice but focus on his eyes. “We’ll keep you safe.”

*

“So, she’s an old friend, huh?” A voice questions with a light laugh, one unknown to you as you begin to come round.

As you begin to open your eyes, a hand rests on your shoulder, but you’re too weak to fight it off. “Hey, you’re okay. Just, take it easy.” Steve mutters, still trying to comprehend how you’re even here.

Steve watches as your eyes dart around the room, scoping out every possible exit. “B,Bucky?” You stutter, looking up at Steve as you remain tied down to a hospital bed.

Your eyes glance over to another man who lowers his head. “We couldn’t find his body.” Steve tells you, and all you can do is nod, hoping that he might be out there somewhere, away from HYDRA.

“What’re you going to do with me?” You question bluntly, raising an eyebrow, ignoring the pain searing across your forehead.

“How’d you feel about working for us?” The stranger asks you. “I’m Sam.”

“Is this a joke?” You scoff, but as Steve mutters your name, you sigh. “You’re not joking.”

“Y/n, you’ve been under HYDRA’s control for almost seventy years. We know snippets of your history, what happened in there. But, but we want to help you, I, I want to help you.” Steve explains, his fingertips brushing across your cheek.

“They’ll kill me.” You comment, moving your head to remove Steve’s soft touch you once loved. “I’m not the same Y/n, Steve.”

“And I’m not the same Steve, Y/n.” He retorts. “Just, let us help you. If you’re not comfortable, you can go. We can help you start again.”

Focusing on Steve, you can still see the boy who refused to back down from a fight in the alleys of Brooklyn. There’s still something in there that reminds you of home, of what once was. Maybe there’s hope for you, that you can have a fresh start, that you won’t have to return to the restraints of HYDRA.

“Okay, Stevie.” You nod to him, smiling up to him as your hand reaches out for his, feeling his fingertips resting on yours. “I’ll give it my best shot.”

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Feel it When My Heart Beats

Title: Feel it When My Heart Beats Author: Katie @sunlightdances​ Pairing/characters: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, feat. Peter Parker, Steve Rogers, and Sam Wilson. Rating: PG mostly, but there are a few curse words. Words: 3,091. I got a little carried away. This is pretty dialogue-heavy, even for me. Summary: One instance of Bucky helping Peter with his history homework turns into a tiny bit of hero worship. Bucky acts put off, but really he relishes in his visits to Queens, because they mean getting a glimpse of you, Peter’s charming (and pretty) neighbor. Inspired by this post I keep seeing going around! (I just really need Peter and Bucky to interact more, okay) Disclaimer: I don’t own Marvel, or any of its characters. The plot belongs to me! Please don’t repost my work on any other sites without my permission. Reblogs are okay, appreciated, and encouraged!

Let’s get one thing straight, right off the bat.

It’s not like Bucky doesn’t like Peter Parker. He does, really.

Doesn’t even mind taking him under his wing, sort of.

He only acts put off when Steve basically assigns Peter to Bucky’s charge, insisting that it would be good for Bucky to get to know the kid, and good for the kid to have someone to look up to.

(Bucky still isn’t sure that he’s the best person for anyone to look up to, but that’s a conversation for another day)

So, yes. It’s not like Bucky doesn’t like Peter Parker.

It’s just-- he never planned for you. Peter’s down-the-hall neighbor, the one who is entirely too smart for your own good and subsequently very suspicious of all the comings-and-goings into a fifteen-year-old’s apartment in the early hours of the morning.

You’re also very pretty.

You make Bucky nervous. He stutters over his words, he blushes something fierce… you knock him off center, and you’ve only ever had a small handful of conversations.

Bucky ran into you on the elevator tonight, in fact, and could barely think of anything to say. He’s pretty sure you recognized him. He’s trying his best to come during non-busy hours, after most people come home from work, before they go out for the evening, in hopes that Peter will be able to keep his anonymity for a while longer. He’s just a kid, after all.

Bucky rolls his eyes at himself when he finally knocks on Peter’s door, his ears tuned to where you’re unlocking your own door a few feet away.

The door in front of him opens. Bucky pushes past him into the small apartment.

“Thank god you’re here,” Peter says, dramatic as ever. “I’m going to fail AP History.”

Bucky rolls his eyes. “No, you’re not.” He sits down on the couch, arm thrown across the back as he glances at all the papers and books spread out on the coffee table. Bucky reaches into his pocket and tosses a comms device on the table. “Put this on for a second.”

“What?”

“Comms. Put it on.”

Peter looks fairly betrayed, pointing accusingly, “You can’t do this to me again. I gotta study, if I don’t pass I’m--”

“Captain’s orders,” Bucky says seriously, trying not to laugh as Peter straightens up.

“Cap? Captain America?”

“Do you know another one?” Bucky sighs. “Look. What’s the problem? We’ve been studying for weeks. You know this backwards and forwards. Honestly, you should trust your books more than me anyway,” he points at his head. “Memories aren’t what they used to be.”

“I can’t keep all the names straight. The German ones.”

“Just write down that they were all dicks and call it a day.” Bucky says, laughing when Peter glares. “Really, though. Comms. Cap’s got a mission for you.”

Peter does as he’s told, but grumbles something about ulterior motives under his breath. Bucky presses his finger to his left ear. “We’re here,”

“Peter, it’s Steve.”

Peter almost gulps. “Hi-- hi, Steve. Cap. Captain America--”

“What have you got for us?” Bucky interrupts, watching as Peter shakes his head at himself. “Kid really does need to study, at least for a bit.”

“It’s recon. That’s all. No involvement,” Steve says, “Plus I wanted to make sure you’re not filling the kid with lies about me.”

Bucky snorts. “All he has to do is go to a museum and he can see you in all your star-spangled glory, pal.”

“Do I need my suit?” Peter asks.

Bucky shrugs. “Couldn’t hurt. You can climb up higher than I can with that, anyway.”

“Buck…” Steve trails off, exasperated.

“Right, right. Recon. We got it. And back in time for dinner.”

Peter rolls his eyes again.

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It’s part of Peter’s training, to do small recon missions, small skill stuff, and get used to the comms devices plus working with other members of the team. Tony and Steve’s idea, per Fury’s request.

Bucky doesn’t mind the training. It gives him something to focus on, a goal to achieve. Plus, he hopes the people who he trains end up with a better mental image of him as Bucky Barnes afterwards than they ever did of the Winter Soldier.

Now, perched on a rooftop, Peter on the opposite side of the street, he’s beginning to regret this particular assignment.

Peter’s whispering the names of German generals to himself.

“Parker,” Bucky barks, “You gotta press the button again if you don’t want everyone to hear what you’re saying.”

“Sorry,” Peter mumbles. “I guess I should learn this stuff so when I fail AP History I have something to fall back on, huh?”

“Focus, guys.” Steve chides. Bucky can hear the laughter in his voice.

“There,” Peter says suddenly, “Two guys in the alley. They’re making a deal, but I can’t see what either of them have.”

“Our intel says they’re planning something bigger, so this might just be the initial meetup.”

Bucky looks through his scope. “Average build, caucasian, one’s got a tattoo on his left arm.”

“Parker, can you zoom in, see if you can see anything that might give us an idea of when this is going to go down?”

Watching, Bucky gets the feeling on the back of his neck that tells him there’s eyes on him. He’s laying as low as he can get, the sun is going down… he whirls around just in time for the door to the roof to slam shut.

“Shit.” He curses.

“Buck?” His comms crackle to life.

“Nothing,” he says to Steve, staring at you, watching him with narrowed eyes, your hair fluttering slightly in the breeze. “All good.” He presses the button to switch off the mic on his comms.

“I knew it.” You say, no preamble.

You take a few tentative steps forward.

“You’re an Avenger.”

He smirks. “The arm give it away?”

A small laugh. “Never noticed it until now, to be honest. Where’s Peter?”

“Peter?”

You sigh. “You were literally just in his apartment.”

“Um--”

“Sergeant Barnes! I’m supposed to tell you to-- oh.” Peter actually swings on to the rooftop. “Oops.”

“Yeah, oops.” Bucky says, watching your face closely for your reaction. You actually look surprised.

“He’s Spiderman? You’re Spiderman?!”

Bucky groans, “Really? I was so easy to figure out but you couldn’t tell that this kid who is always sneaking out of his apartment is Spiderman?”

“I thought he’d be older,” you say, shrugging.

“Man…” Peter mutters. “So… what do we do now?”

A half hour later, and the three of you are in Peter’s apartment, an uncomfortable silence settling over you. Peter’s thumbing through notecards for his exam idly, and you’re tapping your fingers against your jean-clad legs.

“Does it really matter that I know? I mean-- you’re all famous anyway.” You say suddenly, laughing lightly. It reminds Bucky of a windchime in the breeze, and-- shit. He really shouldn’t be thinking like that.

Peter looks at Bucky, who sighs.

“I guess not? I don’t know. You’re the one who wanted to keep it a secret,” Bucky says, gesturing towards Peter.

“I want to be a teenager, okay. For a little while longer. If everyone knows who I am, that’s it.”

Bucky knows what he means. He can’t go anywhere without someone asking for a picture, or shying away from him entirely because they’re wary of him. He doesn’t know which is worse. He doesn’t mind it, really. But the kid’s right. Privacy goes out the window once you’re officially an Avenger.

“You don’t need to, like, wipe my memory or something?” You wonder aloud, and Bucky snorts.

“This isn’t the Men in Black.”

“Well.” You stand up. “Your secret is safe with me, Peter Parker.” A glance towards Bucky. “Sergeant Barnes,” you say, letting yourself out the front door.

“She’s something else, isn’t she?” Bucky asks, and flinches when Peter throws a pillow at him, catching him on the jaw.

“Gross! She’s my neighbor.”

“Concentrate on the cards, kids, or I’m going to find that MJ girl, and--”

“Okay, okay.”

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It’s weeks before Bucky sees you again. He’s picking up Peter for a training session back at the compound, and is pretty much loitering in the lobby when you come in, looking flustered.

“Oh, hi.” You say, your gaze landing on him and rooting him to the spot. He never noticed what a unique color your eyes were before.

“Everything okay?” Bucky asks.

“At ease, Sarge,” you say, and Bucky wants to kiss that smirk right off your mouth. “Just went for a run.”

Bucky smiles, looking down at his feet. “Didn’t decide to become a vigilante after realizing your neighbor’s secret identity?”

You grin. “Thought I’d leave that to the professionals.”

From somewhere deep inside him, Bucky gathers his courage. “Do you-- I mean, would you want to--”

“Sorry!” Peter barrels down the stairs, “Sorry, I’m late, I-- Oh.” He stops when he sees you, and looks suspiciously between you and Bucky.

“You’ve got amazing timing, Parker.” Bucky mutters, sneaking a glance at you. You’re looking at him, a pretty blush on your cheeks, and a smile on your lips.

“What were you saying?” Peter asks.

“Nothing. We’re late…” Bucky says, trailing off. Leaving right now is the last thing he wants to do, but the moment is lost.

“Next time.” You say, quietly, only for Bucky to hear. “Ask me again next time.”

Bucky feels the Earth come to a standstill underneath his feet. A slow grin grows on his face, and it takes everything in him to say goodbye to you and leave with Peter.

“Can’t wait to tell Cap we’re late because you were flirting,” Peter says as he climbs into the passenger side of Bucky’s car.

“Watch it, punk.”

Peter really does remind Bucky of Steve sometimes.

When they get to the compound, Peter heads down to the lab to hang with Tony while he makes some modifications to his suit, before he’ll head back to the training area to spar with Bucky, Steve, and Sam.

Bucky heads to the training area to meet with them, finding them already halfway through a simulation. He watches from the sidelines until they finish and steels himself when he sees Sam nudge Steve and the two of them share a laugh.

“Don’t start,” he warns as they get close enough to hear him.

“You brought Parker today, right?” Sam asks, “Finally make a move on the neighbor?”

“You’re literally the worst.”

“Leave him alone,” Steve says, but he’s clearly trying not to laugh.

“If you must know--” Bucky starts, ready to just spill the beans, because it’ll be easier than the shit he’ll get for it if they find out on their own, but Peter runs in, reinforcing what Bucky already knows - he really has the worst timing.

“Sergeant Barnes!” He skids to a stop, phone in his hand, “Oh, sorry. Cap, Mr. Wilson--”

“Steve.”

“Sam.”

“Right. Sorry, I just-- I got an email, I passed my exam!” He says, his excitement contagious.

“Right on, kid.” Sam says, high fiving the younger man.

“Told you so,” Bucky says, grinning. “Great job.”

“Good work, Parker.” Steve says, and Peter practically lights up at the praise.

“You can totally ask my neighbor out now,” Peter says, off-hand, despite Bucky’s sharp look, “Now that you don’t have to come over to study all the time.”

Steve and Sam have the most unbearable, shit-eating grins on their faces as they look back at Bucky, eyebrows raised, smug. Bucky feels the plates in his arm whir as he struggles to maintain his composure. He can feel his face burning, but suddenly doesn’t understand what the hell he’s so embarrassed about.

He does want to ask you out. He wants to know more about you than just your name and where you live. He wants to know what makes you happy, what makes you tick, and what makes you laugh. He wants to make you laugh.

“You know, I was halfway there this morning before you interrupted,” he tells Peter, who looks properly chastised until Bucky elbows him. “Go suit up.”

Peter waves goodbye to the others sheepishly, and heads off.

“You dog,” Sam says, ducking out of the way of Bucky’s punch.

“Good for you, Buck.” Steve says, clapping him on the shoulder. “By the way, Parker’s been improving.” He was already strong and agile on his own, but he needed some discipline. God knows he had the heart, too. “I think I might partner the two of you for a small mission if Tony signs off on it. Just to see how he does.”

“He gets in enough trouble on his own,” Bucky grumbles, “Just wait for him to get into something and you won’t need a mission as an excuse.”

Steve rolls his eyes. “You know what? Take the afternoon off. I’ll handle it for now. Maybe you should go back to Queens… bump into a pretty girl…”

“God. Shut up.”

Steve and Sam leave him alone, but Bucky finds himself unable to get you off his mind the entire day.

Suddenly, finding an excuse to get back to Queens is at the top of his priorities.

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.

Bucky does not get back to Queens out of his own free will.

He’s undercover, technically. He and the rest of the Avengers, spread out across the street at several different cafes, watching and ready for an illegal arms deal to go down.

Of course, this is when you spot him.

You’ve been shopping, and you sit down at the table next to him without so much as a hello, and Bucky’s eyes widen, like he can’t even believe what he’s seeing.

Timing.

“Uh, Bucky…?” Steve’s voice is in his ear.

“I know,” he says through grit teeth, keeping his voice soft and level.

You glance at him out of the corner of your eye, eyes narrowed. “Bad time?”

He smiles, but it’s exasperated. “I’m beginning to think this is never going to happen the way I want it to.”

“Bucky, get her out of here.” Steve’s voice sounds again, tense.

“Not a great time for flirting, Tin Man.” Sam.

He smiles tightly at you, “Please, shut up.” Then, quickly, “Not you. Look, this is-- not a great time. In fact, you didn’t hear it from me, but I think you should get at least ten city blocks away from here.”

Your eyes widen a little, but to your credit, you don’t run away, you don’t shy away. “Big operation going down?” Your voice is quiet, conspiratorial.

“Just trying to catch some idiots. With some idiots.”

“That’s rude,” Wanda’s voice says in his ear.

Bucky curses every god he can think of and a few he’s pretty sure he made up, because he wants nothing more than to sit here with you and talk for hours. He wants to hold your hand and he wants to learn about you… he’s beginning to think he’s cursed.

“I’m gonna go,” you say, and he flinches, his hand reaching for yours before he can stop it. When his fingers close around yours, it’s like a zap of electricity runs up his entire arm.

Your eyes meet his, liquid and warm, and he feels like he’s drowning.

“Tomorrow. Lunch time. Meet me here?” You ask, and he’s nodding before you can even finish your sentence.

“You got it.”

Your smile is etched into his memory for the rest of the day, even as he’s throwing punches and getting the absolute crap punched out of him back.

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It’s lunch time and he’s late.

You look around nervously, your feet tapping a rhythm. You look at your watch, wondering if maybe this just wasn’t meant to be.

Quick footsteps draw your attention, and you turn to see him practically jogging down the block, his imposing figure unbearably attractive in a leather jacket, white t-shirt, and jeans that fit him just right.

His eyes light up when they land on you, and you melt.

“Sorry, the train was late, and--”

“It’s okay. You’re here.”

“Finally,” he agrees, and you’re relieved to see he’s as happy as you are to finally be doing this.

When you first saw him coming and going from Peter Parker’s apartment, you were suspicious. You figured maybe May was seeing someone, but there was a familiarity about him, and you couldn’t place it.

One night when he was leaving, you were taking out the trash, and when he offered to take it down for you, you saw a glimpse of silver between his sleeve and the glove on his left hand.

You felt like an idiot for not recognizing him sooner. It all started to fall into place after that, and between the lingering glances and awkward flirting in the elevator, getting time alone with an actual Avenger proved to be difficult.

“Can I say something to you before we get interrupted again?” He asks, still sort of out of breath as he sits down, closer to you than you expect him to be.

You nod, nerves settling in.

“I think you’re beautiful. And funny, and smart, and I don’t even--” He shakes his head, “I don’t even really know you, aside from your name. But I want to. I want to know you.” He sighs. “My job… it makes it hard. But I don’t want you to get the wrong impression. I like you and I want you to like me too.”

It all comes out in a rush, and he looks almost sick as he finishes. Something in you softens seeing how nervous he is.

“I like you too,” you say quietly. Throwing caution to the wind, you grab his hand. Belatedly, you realize it’s the left one, but you don’t care. “I like you too and I want to know you too.”

He lets out a breath, leaning back in his chair. “Yeah?”

You smile. “Yeah.”

You have lunch together, but the food gets cold as you spend more time talking than eating. After, he walks you to your door. He’s shy and a little flustered, but also so, so charming.

You have a brief, wild thought that it would be so easy to fall in love with this man. You feel it, deep inside, deep in your bones, and with every beat of your heart. You know it’s crazy, you know you need to remind yourself not to go too fast or get too ahead of yourself, but you firmly believe that you met Bucky Barnes for a reason.

[mysteriouslyswimmingfan-blo-blog]

The Batman x Reader Ep.1 THE BAT IN THE BELFRY

I’ve never done an xReader before, but I’ve always wanted to. So this is my attempt at an xReader.

It is mainly based off of The Batman, meaning most of it will be pulled directly from the show itself and the reader will just be inserted. This is where you can find the series. Some parts will be removed while others added, please watch the show and understand that I am taking things from the show directly.

 Please be kind to me when you leave your thoughts on how I did.

*Line Break Inc.*

You hear Rupert Thorne breath heavily as Bruce hid in the shadows, causing the mobster a scare. “He’s here.” Thorne breath out in anticipation, his voice barely being picked up by Bruce’s mic.

You always feel better with his mic turned up all the way so you could hear what was going on while he crusaded around Gotham, so in case anything were to happen, either you or Alfred would be able to respond immediately.

“Where, Mr. Thorne?” One thug with a terrible scratch to his throat, you felt bad for his throat and felt like you should send that thug some cough drops.

The next few moments were confused sounds and soft thuds as Bruce continued to mess with the mobsters.

“There! I-I I saw him!” Oh, Thorne just sounded plain desperate at this pointed, thinking he himself have gone crazy.

“Wha…What’s that?” You started to type into the batcomputer looking up that thug’s name and where you could send some cough drops to. A louder thud this time, something was dropped.

“Take him!” Thorne had demanded his lackeys. You just roll your eyes as you continue to find information on the thugs, apparently there is two of them there. Turning away from the computer once you have sent in the requests of two bags of cough drops to be sent to them, you turn back to the pile of essays that you have to read and grade.

Sounds of Bruce fighting two lackeys that have not had his training, and are such easily taken down, come through as you mark up one essay.

“Okay… uhhh, we split the take 30, 70.” Thorne sounded nervous.

You smirk as you write something on another essay, “Only thirty percent?” You made a noise of disapproval. “Drop his ass.” You could physically feel Bruce restrain himself from smirking.

Your heard Thorne gasp out before stuttering over his second offer. “50, 50.”

“Weak!” You called to no one, not even paying attention to the comm feed anymore trusting Bruce to wrap things up from that point.

Thud from landing and panting from running was heard as Bruce most likely had to pursue the mobster. A loud impact was heard over the comm before Rupert Thorne moaned out, “Whoa… How you do that?”

“I’m the Batman.”

You started laughing at Bruce’s response.

“‘I’m the Batman.’” You laughed some more at your pour intimidation of Bruce’s dubbed ‘Batman’ voice, “Were you trying to intimidate the guy?”

“Yes.” Bruce sounded like he was deeply offended, but you just couldn’t stop laughing.

You had been with Bruce for two years and had been helping him with the whole capped crusader for the past year. A chance meeting had turned into so much more.

You had taken a deep breath as you start to clean up the essay’s scattered around the desk leaving Bruce to drive home in quiet, so he didn’t run over anything or anyone. You were surprised by Alfred placing a cake with three candles on it on one end of the desk. Raising an eyebrow in questioning Alfred simply held a finger to his lips and turned around, hiding the cake from view when Bruce rolled in.

Bruce came up the pole and took off his cowl, smiling at the two of you.

“Surprise.” The first word out of the butler’s mouth. Alfred lead Bruce over to the cake, only adding to both of your confusions.

“I’m touched Alfred. But my birthday is not until October.” Bruce spoke the truth. He was 26 when he became the Batman, and when he met you, Bruce had only just turned 29.

“It’s an anniversary, Master Bruce. 3 years ago, tonight, you first dawned cape and cowl.” The father figure of your lover’s life explained to the two you with disbelief, most likely because neither of you remembered.

“Crime flies.” You mumble as you snuggle into Bruce’s side while you both looked at the three burning candles.

“Chop Chop. Make a wish.”

Bruce stood there for a moment before attempting, “I wish…” He didn’t seem to be able to get them out the first time, so he tried again. “I wish…” Only to meet with the same results. Instead he closed his eyes and hugged you a little closer.

“I wish they were here too. Very much so.” Alfred spoke from the other side with his hand on Bruce’s shoulder.

“To the memory of Thomas and Martha Wayne.” Bruce leaned forward blowing out the candles. “The reason I became the Batman.”

*Line Break Inc.*

“Chief Rojas, can you verify rumors that it was the Batman that apprehended crime boss, Rubert Thorn and his gang last night?” You paused in getting ready to leave for work, a proud high school English teacher, to take in what the police had to say about last night.

“Do you know of anyone who actually seen this Batman?” The Chief of police actually had the audacity to put finger quotes around ‘Batman’. You leaned over the back of the couch that Bruce sat on eating his breakfast.

“I uhm…” The reporter fumbled for an answer.

“Because he’s what’s called an “Urban Legend”.” Those dang finger quotes once more.

“Why that cheeky…” Both you and Bruce looked over to Alfred with slightly raised eyebrows. “Brand flakes sir.” Alfred leaned over and poured more into Bruce’s bowel.

“Easy Alfred. The Batman is right where he likes, hovering below the radar.”

“You never did like taking the spotlight for yourself.” You leaned over even more to give Bruce a kiss on the cheek while the news continued on.

“Well there you have it. In only 3 years time, our crime rate has plummeted to a nationwide low. Thanks to Gotham’s finest. Back to you, Jim.”

“Next up, Billionaire Bruce Wayne contributes an unprecedented sum to Gotham Children’s Hospital.” Bruce held up a hand which you automatically slapped, all without looking at one another. “And in Sports, Gators kick off a new season with tonight’s home game.” Bruce turned the TV off, allowing you to finish getting ready for work, and Bruce to start getting ready.

“Which billionaire Bruce Wayne and his girlfriend (Y/N) (Y/LN) will be there to enjoy.” Bruce set his bowl down as Alfred held out two tickets. “Your season tickets, sir and madam.”

“Ohh, tonight? Aw, but I had…” Bruce started to whine like causing you to straighten your back and fold your arms over your chest.

“Work to do in the Batcave?” Bruce looked behind him to you.

“For the Batman to remain under the radar, Bruce Wayne must occasionally venture above it.” Alfred spoke before Bruce could retaliate.

The billionaire sighed before looking back to you, “Pick you up from your apartment or the academy?”

“My apartment will do just fine.” You gave him a smile and a quick peck on the cheek before finishing getting ready for work.

*Line Break Inc.*

“You know,” Bruce leaned over to whisper into your ear while you tried to make sense of the game. Sports are not a specialty of yours. “I once toyed with the idea of buying the Gators.” You turned your head ever so slightly with a single raised eyebrow, waiting for the punch line. “Buying them lunch.”

“Weak.” You look back to the game while Bruce gave the most offended sounds.

“That is some of my best stuff.”

“Then you need,” You were interrupted by a beeping from his suit coat pocket. You bit your lip and looked over to Bruce who looked at the phone like item. “to be the bat?”

“Major Arkham breakout, all cells in the east wing.” Bruce didn’t look up until he finished speaking. Bruce put the item away and put his arm back around your shoulders. “I can look at the evidence after the police have left, like usual.”

“Bruce, it’s Arkham. The police aren’t going to leave anytime soon.”

“All the better to wait after the game.” A moment of silence came between the two of you before Bruce stood up and held his hand out to you. “The camera just rolled over us, Alfred knows that we were here. So does most of Gotham.”

“Time to be the bat then, I guess.” The two of you smirk at each other before you take his hand and sneak out of the game together.

The two of you got into the alleyway connected to the building, you called the bike while Bruce called the car. The motorcycle stopped right in front of you while the car almost ran over Bruce. “Gotta work on though stops.” You rolled your eyes and went to change behind a dumpster while Bruce changed in the batmobile. Your emergency suit, worn only when Bruce needed a pickup, is skintight and has a marble effect of navy blue and silver.

Just as you are about to put your helmet on you walk over the batmobile and tap on its window. Bruce opens the top, already in his suit and buckled, ready to drive off. You give him a chaste kiss on the lips and said against his lips, “Come back to me alive.” 

While you walked back to the batbike you put the helmet on. Sadly no comm in the helmet so you don’t have a chance to talk with Bruce as he heads to Arkham and you to the Batcave.

You get back to the batcave and turn on the comm just in time for you to hear Bruce comment, “That was theatrical.”

“What was?” You asked while changing back into your date clothes. A white off the shoulder shirt with bell sleeves, blue skinny jeans and nude sandal heels, one of your more favored date outfits.

“Someone just blew up the bridge to Arkham, not allowing the police over to prison.”

“Someone wants to be alone.”

The two of you were quite while Bruce slipped through Arkham without alerting the police outside. At the same time you sat the computer working through Arkham’s system to get to the security cameras so you could see everything.

“Takes after his Pa wouldn’t you say?” You heard a new voice over the comm.

“Who is that?” You abandone hacking into the system to focus on Bruce and whoever it is that he is confronting.

“What did you do to him?” Bruce asked instead.

“Just some laughing gas, drag. Don’t tell me you’re… not an inmate? What rational being dresses like you? And speaking of threads, think that this is a good look for me?”

“Who are you?”

“Finally asking the right questions.” You mumble as you get back to the task of hacking into the system. Which is taking longer than necessary, while your father worked IT your whole life and taught you how to fix just about any problem a computer could be having, he never taught you how to hack into another computer or system that wasn’t right in front of you.

“Joker.”

“Not what, Who?” Bruce argued, his patience running thin.

“Smear free. It’s perma-clown! Ohh, tough crowd. Look! Nothing up my sleeves!” The Joker is mentally twisted. You can tell just by the way that he chuckles. “Nothing that won’t put a smile on your face. Say cheese!” The Joker’s pure laugh was worse than his chuckle. “I’m out of gas…”

“And I am out of patience!” You heard something rip and you just hopped that it wasn’t anything important.

“We know how to spoil a coming out party. How do you expect me to spread mirth and whimsy without a proper hideout?!?”

“Bats, he needs help. Like real help and not the kind that Arkham offers.” You had finally gotten through the system and are now looking through the cameras trying to find the one with Bruce and the Joker.

“Listen Joker, you’re sick. You need help.”

“Well, maybe I am a little off.” You heard grunts and a thud like a body landing on the ground. Just as the Joker started speaking once more you found the right camera. “But what are you going to do? Lock me in the loony bin? I’m already here!” No audio from the cameras, but you have audio from the comms, so you weren’t worried, too badly.

You watched Bruce get up and start to fight the Joker.

“You know, I really love this place. My old hideout a shamble, and these digs just scream me!” They stopped for a moment letting you listen to the Joker pant and Bruce breath heavier, like he just finished a workout. “Okay…Take back the asylum but mark my words: this town has happy days ahead!” You had followed the fight through the cameras and had followed the Joker the same way until the cameras had stopped working and you weren’t able to follow him anymore.

“Smile Gotham!” You hear the Joker’s voice and you leap back through the cameras until landing on the one with Bruce, only to find him laying on the ground with some sort of contraption in the hallway.

“Cameras went out a few hallways down and I can’t track him anymore.” You sigh while leaning back into the chair.

“I’m headed back to the cave. With some evidence.”

“I’ll see if I can get Alfred to warm up some dinner for us.”

“Play a bit of buffer for me?”

“Get him use to the thought that we both skipped out the game and that you have evidence that we’ll be going over tonight and possibly tomorrow.”

You stand up and go up to the manor, receive a lecture from Alfred and help him make two plates, one for you and one for Bruce. When you both had gotten back to the cave Bruce was already back with someone on the gurney.

“Sir? A stranger in the Batcave?” Alfred spoke for the two of you, but once you had seen his face you dropped the plates you were holding for yourself and Bruce before covering your mouth with your hands. The feeling of bile in your throat. The mans face stretched to the extreme with a sick smile that had stretched his lips so wide and big they were bleeding, and his eyes, the pupils were barely there, so much of them were white.

“Tonight, we’ll make an exception.” Bruce walked away from the body and over to you, wrapping you up in a hug hiding the body from your view.

“Oh my, chap could use a dentist.” You wanted to smack Alfred for that comment.

“Or a medic.” Bruce looked over to Alfred.

“Right then.” Sounded like Alfred regretted his comment after seeing your state, thankfully enough.

Bruce walked you into the manor and into your bedroom where he took your shoes off and helped you lay down before quickly changing in the bathroom and joining you in bed, wrapping you up in his arms, seemingly to protect you from the world.

*Line Break Inc.*

“Chief Rojas, any suspects yet on this bizarre Jack in the Box hostage incident?” You and Bruce were listening to the news on the radio. Your head in his lap and his finger carding through your hair. You were taking the Saturday to just relax and not fret over the body down in the cave, which you will not be going down to until the body is gone. And Bruce was still working on the case, thankfully outside of the cave.

“I’m not at liberty to reveal whom.” You heard the chief say over the radio.

“They have no leads.” You mumble out being put to sleep by Bruce’s fingers.

“But, I feel confident our best detectives are closing in on them as we speak.”

You heard the radio turn off before you heard Alfred speak, “And Gotham Gator fans Bruce Wayne and (Y/N) (Y/LN) with nearly an alibi.”

“How’s our patient?” Bruce asked about the body instead of commenting on their absences at the game.

“Despite the ghastly grimace, fit as a fiddle. Poor fellow is simply a prisoner in his own body.”

“A sample of Joker’s Gas is our only hope of deriving an antidote. And I need to find it, before this madman puts a permanent smile on all of Gotham.” Bruce didn’t speak for a moment, his fingers stopping in your hair causing you to wake up and look up at him. “If I find the old hideout, I find this Joker.”

Just as you open your mouth to give him hope, Alfred spoke up. “Master Bruce, someone to see you.” You sit up as Bruce asks who it is, the door to the personal family room opened revealing Detective Ethan Bennet, one of the leading detective’s in the GCPD. “The police.” Alfred spoke in the most obvious of tones, some reason feeling the need to announce Detective Bennet’s presence though they all could see him.

“Detective, am I under arrest?” Bruce stood up first hiding the card he was looking at in his back pocket. You stood up as well and grabbed onto the arm that had put the card in his pocket. It was a tense moment before Ethan started laughing and the face you had pulled at the police officer.

“Yo Bruce!” Ethan, Bruce’s best friend since high school. The same high school that you currently teach at.

“Hey! Ethan!” You release Bruce so the two of them could do their strange man hug.

“Where’d you been my friend?” The detective had released Bruce and held him at arm’s length.

Thankfully Alfred answered before either Bruce or your self could fumble out an answer. “Master Bruce and Madam (Y/N) were at the game last night.”

“Speaking of, thought we were on set to shoot some hoops last week.” Ethan faked a punch to Bruce’s shoulder which Bruce dodged and faked one of his own.

“You’re not the only one that he’s skipping out on plans on.” Ethan stopped their fake boxing match and looked over at you for a moment before doubling over in laughter.

“You said that you’d never do that to (Y/N)!” He cackled some more, causing a not fond, fresh memory of the Joker’s laughter. “But here you are! Skipping out on (Y/N)! (Y/N) man! The woman you literally have never shut up about.” Ethan had wrapped an arm around Bruce’s neck and brought his head down so Ethan could rub his knuckles against Bruce’s head.

“Hey, what happens on the court stays on the court.” Bruce was annoying good at that whining thing.

“We never agreed to what was said on the court.”

“Well we should!”

“Not in this lifetime!” Bruce had gotten Ethan’s arm from around his neck just as Alfred came back with a tray of three mugs, emanating steam, and a brush. 

You took the brush and helped Bruce straighten out his hair while Bruce took both of your mugs and waited for you to finish with his hair before moving. He gave you your mug just as you handed the brush back to Alfred. The butler placed the brush on the tray and handed Ethan his own mug.

The three walked over to the chairs and couches, on the way Bruce asked, “So, why the sudden visit?”

“Not that we are complaining.” You reassured Ethan while sitting next to Bruce on one of the couches.

Ethan sat on the chair next to Bruce before leaning back into it with a sigh. “Just, I needed to talk to someone. Other than the guys at the station I mean. This is going to sound weird Bruce, but last night, I saw the Batman.” Across the room Alfred had dropped a vase shattering it on the ground causing you three to look over to see if he was okay.

“Only a Ming.” Alfred told the three of you. “And no, Madam (Y/N), I do not need help.” You pouted as you picked your mug off of the coffee table and took an annoying loud sip from it.

“So, he’s for real? What does he look like?” Bruce looked back to Ethan while patting your knee.

“Dude like you or me. ‘Cept he wears Bat jammas.” You hid your snickers in your mug while Ethan got to openly chuckle. “Tough part’s this Bruce, I really believe the Bats helping Gotham. Even if he is on the wrong side of the law, but he is getting a bad rap and the heats on me to take him down.” A moment of silence washed over the three of you, you tried to think of ways to help your boyfriend best friend. A glance at a picture frame on the coffee table had you smiling.

“Why don’t you two go play a few rounds of HORSE in the back?” You gave the two of them a gentle smile while taking Bruce’s mug from him and placed it on the coffee table. The two men looked to one another before racing to the backyard.

*Line Break Inc.*

The next day you were driving in your car on your way to meet up with a friend, after having spent the night at your own apartment not being able to be in the Manor and not be in the Batcave with Alfred and that body, listening to the news as the reporter talked about a hot air balloon in the sky last night over Gotham. The reporter went on to say the culprit was caught in Gotham Bay and was now serving time in Arkham.

Once you reached the park you were meeting your friend in, you looked to your phone seeing that you have received a text from Bruce.

BW: I missed you last night. Still do, and I wish you have a safe day.

(You): I missed you too. Just being in the Manor and in our room when you’re out crusading, doesn’t sit right with me. Even then I didn’t really sleep last night. I didn’t know for a fact that you had gotten back alive and safe. I am glad that you are alive to see another day.

BW: You called it our room.

(You): Don’t you have a meeting or something?

BW: On a Sunday?

You didn’t text him back once you saw your friend and the picnic that they had laid out. You can continue to argue with your boyfriend, once you have spent time with your friend.

*Line Break Inc.*

Mean while in Arkham Asylum. A guard, the same one that fell victim to the Joker Gas, was walking down a hallway checking rooms. “Steiner... Check… Mcswang… Check... 223… New Arrival… Check.”

Joker gave a laugh before speaking, though the guard had already moved on. “They all said I was sick in the head. They said, “I needed help.” Well, maybe I am a bit batty. Blame it on the Bats in my Belfry.”  The Joker gave his trademark laugh, even though he is locked up tight.

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Nightmare (Pietro x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys!! So sorry for the long update again!! I’ve just been so tired hahahaha really sorry. Also kinda sorry about how this fic turned out😅 it wasn’t really how I expected it’ll goooo but I guess it’s still pretty cool ya know haha anywayssss, enjoy!

Request: hello, I was wondering if you could write a fic with pietro and a reader who’s a mutant and has similar powers to Wanda but stronger and dangerous due to a demon/spirit(similar to enchantress in suicide squad) that has possessed her and her powers. So director fury thinks she would be a good asset to the avengers, so she introduces her to the avengers and pietro takes a great liking in her. Sorry if it’s to much. P.s: you know how Wanda’s powers are red, the readers powers is black.

Demon is speaking in italics.

Warnings: slight cursing, very slight blood

You awoke with a start, gasping as you sat up, frantically looking left and right. Curling your fingers tight around your blankets, you dropped your head down as you tried to collect your breath, hopping to calm yourself down.

“Aw, is little Y/N having a nightmare?”

You flinched at the voice as you shook your head, trying to ignore the heavy feeling in your chest as the thing inside you chuckled.

“Don’t be scared, I’ll comfort you,” it said as black smoke started to emit from your body, wrapping itself around you. “Just let me take over and you’ll feel all better.”

“Stop it!” You shouted as you gripped your hair, slowly feeling the smoke seep back into your body. You stayed in that position for a while till everything felt quiet. Sighing, you flopped back in bed, staring at the ceiling. 

Turning to the side you reached out and grabbed your phone to see that it was only three in the morning. You let out another heavy sigh before you remembered something, biting your lower lips you hesitated before deciding that this was for the best as you dialed a number.

You felt yourself getting more and more nervous as each ring passed. It was quite late, so maybe you shouldn’t disturb. Just as you were about to put the phone down, someone answered.

“Hello?”

Swallowing your saliva, you spoke. “Hi, is this Director Nick Fury? This is Y/N.”

You shuffled your feet as you stood behind the domineering presence that is the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., both of you going up the Avengers tower. Looking down at your feet, you decided to break the silence. “Do you really think I can control my powers? Because I can be really dangerous.”

“You can’t control me.”

The voice hissed in your head but you ignored it. Fury turned slightly to look at you. “I believe in a lot of things, and you controlling your powers is one of them.”

You smiled slightly, feeling more at ease when the lift doors opened, making you stiffen up again. Fury walked out and you followed quietly behind.

“Avengers,” Fury called out, gaining the attention of everyone who was there.

Glancing around, you saw everyone looking around you curiously. You saw a flash of blue before someone was standing in front of you. A man with silver hair and bright blue eyes were looking at you with a cheeky grin. “Hi.”

He had an accent and he was pretty cute as he looked at you, sticking his hand out for you to shake. “I’m Pietro, Pietro Maximoff, and who might you be?”

You shook his hand as you smiled back at him, finding him charming. “My name is Y/N.”

“Avengers,” Fury said again. “This is Y/N and she’ll be part of the team from today onwards.”

“So, what can you do?” Tony Stark asked. You looked at all of them, recognizing them from TV.

“I can, um,” you started to say as the voice in your head interrupted your train of thoughts.

“Let’s show them.”

A dark smoke started to surround your body, the Avengers looking shocked. You disappeared before reappearing behind Tony, coming out from his shadow, scaring him as he jumped back.

“What the hell?”

You closed your eyes as the smoke retracted back into your body. You could hear the voice in your head laughing. “Pussy.”

A small smile graced on your face as you scratched your head. “Sorry, there’s a demon possessing me and it’s kind of a shadow demon. It’s a major nightmare.”

“Nightmare! How dare you.”

“Excuse me, but did you say demon?” Bruce Banner spoke up.

“Yeah…I guess we have some kind of connection, it can’t really live without me,” you said sheepishly. You could feel the demon rolling its eyes. “Shut up.”

“Woah, that’s so cool,” Pietro said as he gave you a toothy grin. “You’re pretty cool.”

You felt your face go warm. “Thanks, I guess.”

As the rest of the members did an introduction, they went off to do their own things, Pietro volunteer to show you to your room. Wanda, his sister walked up to you with a concerned look. “Y/N, I can hear a voice in your head and it doesn’t sound like you. Is it the demon?”

“You can read minds?” You asked, surprised as Wanda nodded.

The demon growled. “Mind your own business.”

Wanda frowned and you apologized for its rudeness. Pietro watched the both of you as he cocked his head to the side before he clapped. “Shall we bring you to your room?”

You saw his enthusiasm and chuckled. “Sure.”

~

A few months passed and you were settling in a lot better than you expected. You found some great friends and you might have actually found someone you really like.

“You ready to go, Y/N?” Pietro popped his head into your room and you felt your heart skip a beat as you unconsciously smiled.

“Always ready,” you replied with a wink as you both walked out together.

Ever since you started spending time with Pietro, he managed to bring out sides of you that you never knew you had. Having a demon in you did not help in the making friends zone of your life, so it was refreshing to get close with someone who wasn’t afraid of you.

Pietro had been sticking with you these past few months, training with you, going out with you and everything. It’s was pretty amazing how he managed to stay even though the demon in you could get pretty scary.

“What’s so good about him. He’s the polar opposite from us.”

“Exactly,” you muttered.

“Did you say something?” Pietro asked, glancing to you as you shook your head, both of you reaching the quinjet.

The past few months you’ve been training to control your powers and today was the first time you get to go on a mission. You really hope you wouldn’t screw up. 

~

You appeared from one of the HYDRA soldier’s shadow before raising your hands as black smoke surrounded the two soldiers in front of you. You clapped your hands together which made the soldiers hit each other, knocking themselves out. 

A blue streak headed towards you before stopping beside you. “You’re doing real good, draga.” 

You grinned, as you continued fighting. You, Pietro and Steve were supposed to infiltrate this HYDRA base and retrieve information as well as help any victims that were there.

“We got everything,” Captain said through the comms. You closed your eyes as black smoke engulfed you. When you opened them, you appeared behind him, shocking him. He let out a breath. “Please don’t do that.”

You chuckled as you looked at him unapologetically. “Sorry.”

He gave you a look as you saw Pietro coming out. Pietro stopped in front of both of you. “That’s all?”

“We’re just supposed to retrieve information and any possible victims, that’s all,” Steve started. “We a- Pietro! Behind!”

For a speedster, Pietro seemed to be caught off-guard as a bullet came whizzing past and he was thrown forward. Steve quickly moved to stand in front of you, his shield covering both of you. You stared at Pietro’s body on the ground, your chest tightening.

“Y/N, take Pietro and- Y/N? What are you doing?” Cap asked as he saw you step out from behind him, black smoke pouring out of you immensely.

“Y/N, get back! You’ll get shot,” Steve called out as you walked forward but you couldn’t hear him, you could only hear the pounding in your head.

“Finally.”

You appeared behind the HYDRA soldier through his shadow and reached your hand out. You weren’t touching him but he started gasping for breath.

Steve helped Pietro up as he saw that your shadow was holding on to the neck of the HYDRA soldier’s shadow. “Y/N, don’t do it.”

You snapped his neck and Steve felt chills going down his spin as he watched you. You didn’t look like yourself anymore, dark smoke surrounded you as you had a pair of horns growing on your head with a bit of blood trickling down from the base. Steve was not one to get easily scared but the grin on your face was terrifying.

“Y/N?” Pietro called out as he struggled to sit up, holding on to his side.

“She’s gone,” you spoke, but it wasn’t your voice. “I finally have her.”

Steve stiffened as he frowned. “You are the demon.”

“How smart, Captain,” you smirked. “I guess her control snapped when you saw loverboy here on the ground.”

“Give her back,” Pietro gritted out as stood up, wobbling slightly.

“So you could keep following her like a good little pup?” The demon asked, laughing. “She’s dense but it’s so obvious to me that you clearly like her and it’s almost as if it’s love at first sight, am I right?”

Pietro ignored the demon as he took a step closer. “Y/N, I know you’re in there, you gotta come back. You can do it.”

The demon growled before disappearing and appearing behind Pietro. There was a flash of blue and Pietro was hugging you.

Cap noticed you raising your hand, claws out and ready to strike Pietro. Steve nearly called out but saw that your hand stopped short, trembling.

“How?” You asked, you voice slowly changed back to normal. Closing your eyes, you felt your horns painfully retracting as your whole body went limp. Pietro held you close and tight against him as he kissed your forehead.

“You’ll be alright.”

You felt your eyes close as everything went black.

“Why.”

Tags: @melconnor2007, @sammysgirl1997, @shannonr2003

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Champagne and Jealousy

Title: Champagne and Jealousy Word Count:  2087 Ship: Alexys/Lance [Canon/Self Insert]

Summary: At an awards show for Grave Encounters, Alexys runs into a fan that gets a little too interested in her. Lance comes to shoo him away, with a surprising admittance that, perhaps, it was because he was a bit jealous of her giving attention to someone else. 

Author’s Note: A writing comm for @bad-blue-moon-rising who requested some jealous Lance. It was super fun to write and I had a good time. I hope you enjoy it ;u;)b

Alexys had never thought too much about the concept of jealousy.

It was familiar, sure, but only in fiction. Novels and books had bestowed upon her the concept of it in association with fairy tales. To her, jealousy was associated with prompts in fairy tales. Where wicked queens grew jealous of their step daughter’s beauty and locked them away from the world, convincing them they were ugly until the handsome prince swooped in and freed them from the lifetime of stockholm abuse. It was used in horror movies, where a killer got jealous of their crushes potential love interest and chose to sneak into their house in the dead of night to murder them, approaching their crush with a blood soaked front only to be rejected and forced to kill the other as well in a fit of overwhelming heartbreak. Neither situation was desirable nor attractive to her and, thus, she had separated them far from the reality of life. In the vast distance between the space of comfort and like. It almost felt like a made up emotion at this point. Something fake and far away.

Until it happened, of course.

Lance sported a rather nice tuxedo, his face freshly shaven as a hand holstered a champagne glass between its fingers. Alexys stood at his side, accepting a similar glass from the approaching wait staff but never actually reaching for a sip, the smell of the liquid already moderately repulsing. It was, at least, beautiful to look at. The bubbles floated lackadaisicaly against the edges of the crystal finery, dissipating once they hit the top of the surface and popped with a satisfying, carbonated sizzle. It faded away amongst the cacophony of echoes that rang solidly throughout the rest of the large ballroom. Shifting from foot to foot, Alexys couldn’t help but feel slightly awkward in the knee-length gown she had chosen to wear to the event her boyfriend had invited her to.

The black and white attire television awards show was invitation only, after all. Grave Encounters had caught a lot of interest after several of its episodes became surprisingly prevalent in the ghost hunting and scientific community alike, hoaxes dismissed in favor of later episodes that were proven to be more real than ever before. It was enough to bring notice (and ratings) to the humble program, allowing it to slide into the contending of an Emmy Award for ‘Best Supernatural Reality Show’.  A prestigious honor, that was certainly, but also...an incredibly nerve wracking one.

A hand slid around her waist, a kiss pressing into her forehead as she felt Lance chuckle at her side.

“I’m the one about to get either celebrated or demolished in the public eye and you look like you’re going to vomit way before I am,” His tone was teasing as he nudged at her side gently with his hip, “You need to take a deep breath before you forget how to breathe, babe.”

“I can breathe just fine!” Alexys argued back with a mumble, brushing some hair behind her head and wrinkling her nose at the champagne again. Lance took a deep swig of his, draining the glass in a single chug and looking at Alexys’ own glass wearily. With a breath of defeat, she simply handed it to him, ignoring the grin of delight he wore as he accepted it and drained it as well, handing them off to a passing waiter in the process.

“I just,” Alexys started while biting at her lip, “Don’t like parties too much that’s all. So many people...so many people I don’t know and. It’s always so LOUD all the time and-.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Lance murmured as a hand slid from her waist to her shoulder, bringing her close with a knit to his eyebrows that expressed concern, “I know, and, it means so much that you came with me to this, honestly, it does...I promise, once we’re called up and after whatever happens on that stage, I’ll take you right home and we can crawl into bed and watch whatever movie you want, huh? I’ll even let the cats on the bed this time.”

“You see, you always SAY the cat’s aren’t allowed on the bed, but, every time I come home you’re always just laying on your back while all four of them are sitting on your chest purring at the same time. I feel like there’s a sort of conspiracy going on here.”

“They trick me into it!”

Alexys giggled, the light banter between the two of theme asing her nerves as the before party continued on, a multitude of guests and television stars alike chugging down the offered alcohol and food like there was no next day. Yet, with Lance, she felt grounded. She felt safe and with, at least, familiar people in an unfamiliar environment. She touched at his shoulder gently, desperate for the soft contact.

A photographer approached, echoing a constantly stated call for the group to line up so that he could take a photo for them for the local awards newspaper and events twitter. That it would take a few minutes so they were advised to finish whatever drinks or food they had on their person. Lance took a breath, looking over and giving Alexys a smile. “I’ll be right back, babe,” He spoke with a kiss to her temple yet again, “Stay right here. Or go chasing after some good hour d'oeuvres and bring them back for me okay?”

“Aye-Aye, captain.” Alexys laughed as he was taken away with the rest of the Grave Encounters crew. Alexys sighed and walked towards the nearby bar countertop, leaning against it and rolling one of her ankles, tired from standing even if she had cheated and wore converse with the sleek dress she had chosen. The music of the event hummed in her veins as she people watched, waiting patiently for the group she had come in with to return.

A shadow blocked her way shortly though, tall and almost intimidating in its placement. Alexys jumped in surprise, whirling around with wide blue eyes.

The man standing before her was big, almost meek looking as he held up both of his hands out to her in a signal that he meant no harm. The scruff on his face was finely groomed and appealing in a rugged sort of way. His eyes were bright blue, almost ice against his warmer shaded skin.

“Hey, woah,” He laughed, “Sorry to startle you, Dove. I just...noticed you standing around by yourself, looked like you could use some company.”

“Oh,” Alexys hummed awkwardly, “I was just...My group went to take some pictures with the camera guy and-”

“Yeah,” He nodded, “The Grave Encounters crew, right? You’re Lance Preston’s girlfriend, aren’t you?”

“Yeah.” She blinked, surprised, “How’d you know?”

“Recognized you from some of those few episodes you appeared on,” The man grinned at her, “Though I gotta say you’re way prettier in person.”

Alexys blushed, discomfort mixing with flattery as the man leaned, perhaps, a bit too close to her for comfort. Red flags sung like warning bells in the back of her mind as she tried to step a little further to the side of him, hands falling together to fiddle with one another before clearing her throat softly, an effort to make sure her tone held no sign of stuttering for the polite refusal she was about to have to go on.

“Uh, yeah,” She managed out with a laugh, “Look, my boyfriend will be back in a second and-”

He reached out, touching her hand and sending shudders up her spine. His smile was sickeningly sweet.

“Why the rush? I thought I’d get to know you a bit better if I could...what, that stuck up ghost hunter’s better than a conversation with a fan?”

Alexys laughed and pat his hand in return, “No, not that. I just didn’t wanna be separated for too long and-”

A hand flew onto the man’s shoulders, a familiar voice laced with what she could only described as edged jealousy echoing hard against the backdrop of their conversation:

“She said she wanted to go look for me, you really should respect a gal’s decisions. Sides, I prefer ‘confident’ over stuck up.”

The man turned, seeing Lance’s face dark with annoyance at him. HIs own eyes narrowed sharply as he released Alexys, the two squaring one another up too close to be considered anything friendly. This is what it must have felt like, she imagined, to be stuck between two bears vying for control of a food supply. The power between them was bulking and immeasurable as the man quirked an eyebrow at Lance, his smile only thin and formal over friendly and wanting as he had been with Alexys.

“A right prick is what you are. What, can’t let your girlfriend converse with a fan?”

“When the fan is trying to hit on her and drag her away when she’s uncomfortable,” Lance retorted, making sure to put himself between them both, “Yeah, guess I have a hard time letting go.”

His hand snuck around her waist, bringing her close to him as if to prove the point he had made in his voice. Alexys blushed as she was held, so possessive and warmly, against Lance’s body. The other man glared at Lance for a moment, Lance returning it with his own tight, show-stopping smile while he reached out and gave the man a pat on his shoulder. “It’s about time for the show to start, big guy, why don’t you find your seat?”

“Tch, whatever.” The man backed off at last, seeing not only the rest of the Grave Encounters crew huddle slightly around, but the eyes of the security guards faintly chasing him as he limped away. Lance turned to Alexys, a hand touching her cheek as she looked up at him with a smile. “You good?” He asked, the possessive edge still in his voice.

“Yeah,” She sighed while leaning into the touch, “What made you rush back so fast?”

“I-” Lance’s face turned red as he rubbed the back of his neck with a free hand, “Saw the guy talking to you and….Uh….I got a sort of sixth sense for it I guess?”

“He was jealous as fuck that’s what he was.” Sasha chimed from across the table before moving on, a champagne glass in her hand and a knowing smile on her lips while Lance shot her a ‘how could you’ look of betrayal rivaling that of a kicked puppies. Alexys grinned herself, reaching out and giving him a hug to which he returned. “Jealous? Really?” Alexys couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled in her mouth as she tilted her head up at him, “I….why would you get jealous?”

“Because you’re MY beautiful girlfriend, not his!” Lance pouted back, “Pardon me if I think other people hitting on you isn’t that wonderful.”

“...b-beautiful?”

The two were staring down at one another now, eyes wide as he had realized what he said. A smile formed again on his lips. Lance took the moment to lean forward, capturing Alexys in a hot and needy kiss. One that seemed to pour all of the passion he had between them. She could feel the chapped texture of his lips. Taste the bubbling champagne and leftover strawberries of their celebration dessert the night before. The scent that she got was of his cologne and the leather of a jacket he had worn to keep warm earlier in the cab ride there. It was so uniquely and overwhelmingly Lance that she couldn’t help but fall into it, even as he pulled away. Breath hot on her lips, he murmured words only she could hear:

“The most beautiful person I’ve ever seen or been with,” He admitted with a smirk, “I love you. And I’m happy to prove it to any dicks who try to get in our way.”

Alexys blushed as she was kissed again, warmly and possessively, until the echoes of the team to ‘get a room’ separated them. As Lance blushed and she laughed, she finally came to terms with the concept of jealousy once again in the real world.

Perhaps it wasn’t too real to her, but, it was real to others...and if it meant Lance kissing her like that more often, well, she couldn’t say it was a bad thing.

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Star Spangled Daughter- Chapter One

A/N: This is a request from the lovely @inlovewithmiddleagedcelebs​ and as soon as she asked me to write it, I was in love with this idea!! It’s definitely going to be a bit of a confusing chapter since I had to set up an entirely different plot and world, with original characters, but if you stick it out, I promise, it’s gonna be good! 

Also P.S: I know that “Autograph Seeker” in TFA is technically the same actress as Starlord’s mom, but we’re ignoring that and just making her a character. Too complicated. WAAAY too complicated. 

Words: 2,220

Steve finished signing a little boy's comic, fighting his way down the stairs through the throng of people. The sound of voices mixing filled the air, clouding his brain with noise and distractions, until she walked up. Her blonde curls bounced, and her smile brightened the air around him as she held out her book for him to sign.  

The air around him seemed to still as he looked, really looked at her face. Her blue eyes met his own, and almost as if somebody else (probably Bucky) possessed his body, he found himself asking her out. Dancing, specifically. That night, at a bar downtown. She accepted with a blush and wrote down the address and time to meet, before she disappeared into the crowd with a timid wave.

Steve had to fight, really fight, against Brandt to convince him to let him leave that night. He used some lame excuse, like "Captain America needs to be seen by the public" or something of the sort. Once again, he had to fight through the crowds to find that mystery girl.  

Once he reached the lit up bar with festive music coming from inside, he scanned the people millilng around outside, looking for that shiny blonde hair he couldn't take his mind off of. Then, he felt a small tap on his arm and he, once again, found himself staring into those blue eyes.

She smiled at him. He smiled back. "So. You clearly know who I am, but I don't know who you are. Care to tell me a little about yourself?" She laughed, a soft, happy sound and replied.

"My name's Judith, but my friends call me Judy. And I know you're technically 'Captain America' but that seems a little bit too formal for a night of dancing." A joke shone in her eyes and Steve relaxed, just a tad. "You can call me Steve."

The night flew by in a blur of dancing, talking, laughing, and drinking. Judith's eyes sparkled when she walked home with him, stopping in front of a small apartment building and shyly twisting her hair around her finger as she stood on her tiptoes to give him a goodnight kiss on the cheek before turning on her heel and opening the door.

Steve recovered from the shock of that kiss and found his voice. "Maybe we could-uh, maybe we could do this again sometime." Judy smiled. "I'd like that. I'd like that a lot."  

Her face danced in his dreams that night, replaying her smile over and over. Steve's thoughts were reeling. I could get used to this.

One month and three days. That's all the time Steve had with Judy – because after those days and weeks passed, he was on the move. Senator Brandt had wanted to stay longer once he saw how much happier Steve was in this particular area. He went out more, smiled more, and always had his eyes on a single, fixed spot in the crowd.  

Before they left, Steve and Judith had their final goodbye – at least until the war ended and Steve could come back. Judy had given him a... special gift before he left, one that was on his mind for a fairly long time. Steve's last thought before hitting the water was of her. It was always of her.

"Come on, push! You can do it, baby, you just gotta give a few more good pushes!" Judy screamed as the nurse repeated the same words she had been shouting for a good few hours. Finally, the pressure released and she heard a beautiful sound – her child, Steve's child, crying.  

"Congratulations, mama. She's precious." Tears streamed down Judy's face as she held her new baby, wishing Steve could be here with her. "Your daddy would have loved you so much, sweetheart. He would be here if he could, I just know it."  

The next few weeks were the hardest ones Judy had ever been through. She had yet to tell her parents that she was even pregnant, given the fact that she wasn't married and that the father, the love of her life, was dead. She had a certain sense of pride, though – her daughter, Stella, would grow up knowing that her dad saved the world.  

Three weeks after Stella was born, their little world was torn apart. HYDRA had found out about Steve's little love affair with Judith and checked hospital records, discovering that Captain America had a daughter.  

Judith was awakened by a shrill scream coming from Stella's little room across the hall and she shot out of bed, wrapping her robe around her as she darted towards the door. She stopped short when she saw a short man wearing round glasses, sporting a lab coat, hovering over her baby's crib. His accent filled her ears. She barely registered his words as he began to speak, lifting her daughter's writhing body out of the bed.

"We cannot risk losing any trace of the serum. Perhaps your baby could be of use to our experimentations. I am so terribly sorry about this, but luckily, you will be too dead to remember ever seeing us."

Judith screamed as he handed Stella to a strange man holding a gun, but it was cut short as a gunshot rang out through the apartment.

Years passed. HYDRA assigned a low-ranking female scientist to raise Stella. As soon as she was able to walk and talk, they killed her caretaker and started the experiments and procedures.  

She was too little to understand what was going on, and why it hurt so bad, but she did know that these people did not love her. They acted like they did, but the things they did didn't show that.  

Experiment after experiment failed, until Zola decided that he wanted to try the serum on her. Since she was Captain America's daughter, it was already in her blood, so they knew it was compatible with her system. So, they tried it. Small doses at first, until she was up to the same dosage that Steve had received. She almost died, but her genetics saved her. She became super-humanly strong, but they didn't stop there.  

More and more experiments were undertaken inside her. Zola knew that it wasn't enough to just have another super-soldier. He wanted somebody enhanced. Finally, he knew they had succeeded when she reached her hands out to ask them to stop and instead, flames burst out of her hands and engulfed the room. When the smoke cleared, she was completely unharmed, but her hands this time were covered in ice.  

After tests, studies, and more experiments, they discovered that she could manipulate extreme heat or cold and create fire and ice without straining a single muscle. She was trained, taught to fight like the Winter Soldier, and when she had control over her powers, Zola decided what to do with her.  

His first decision? Wipe her memories. "She cannot remember what we did to her in order to make her the way she is. Turn her into a compliant Asset."  

His next decision was a scarier one. She was to be put into cryofreeze. One brave scientist spoke up. "But, sir, she's barely 15. Her body might not be able to handle it-" He was interrupted by Zola. "Dear sir, the serum will protect her." He clears his throat, caressing the face of the now unconscious and drugged girl.  

"Someday, we may need her. She will be a great help to HYDRA's true, final plan." Zola laughed, and on her cryochamber, inscribed the name "Ignatia."

"Hey Steve, we got signs of life coming from...the warehouse, I think?" Tony's voice crackled over the comms. Steve's reply came through, only slightly interrupted by the sound of someone getting a giant metal frisbee thrown into their sternum.

"Buck, you and Wanda go check that out. Nat and I will clear out the rest of the floors."

Bucky lifts his gun, slowly walking down the hall to the set of doors leading to the storage warehouse of HYDRA's last known facility. Red tendrils floated out from Wanda's hands, crushing the locking mechanism. Bucky meets her eyes, and she nods. He counts down from three, kicks the door open, and is greeted with a mostly empty warehouse full of boxes and shelves.  

"Stark, you said there were signs of life in here. Where were they radiating from? There's nobody here." Tony cursed and the sound of his repulsors firing filled everybody's earpieces before he shouted his response. "Back left corner, pinned in between two shelves, it looks like."

Bucky jerks his head at Wanda and she takes the lead, followed closely by Bucky holding his rifle in front of the both of them. He stops her with a hand on her shoulder and steps in front of her, throwing the shelf to the side.  

His heart drops into his stomach when he sees what was hiding back here. A cryochamber.

Once they manage to get the cryochamber onto the Quinjet, the team gathered around it. Somebody had wiped the frost away and they were all shocked into silence when they were greeted with the sleeping face of a teenager, no more than 16 or so years old. Tony was the first to speak. "Who would do this to a kid?" Steve simply nodded, stunned and unable to speak. He felt drawn to this girl- she reminded him of...Judith. "Oh- oh my gosh, Tony, she looks exactly like..." He couldn't finish the sentence, but Natasha finished it for him.  

"She looks exactly like you, Steve."

The ride back to the compound was dead silent. Steve stayed firmly by the chamber, a hand on the glass, constantly watching over this strange girl. Bucky was next to him, worried and waiting for a reaction of some sort. The rest of the team just sat quietly, staring at Steve and wondering who this could possibly be.

As soon as the jet landed, everybody helped push the chamber into the compound. "Take it to my lab, I bet we can figure out a way to safely defrost her there," Tony piped up from the back. "FRIDAY, any idea how we can get her out of this thing?" FRIDAY responded and they had a rapid-fire conversation before they reached Tony's lab.  

It was a long procedure, but once she was defrosted, they moved her to the medbay, strapping her down in a bed and waiting for her to wake up.

The night passed with Steve by her bedside the whole time, anxiously staring at her, waiting for Tony to come back with the DNA test results he'd sent for when he took a blood sample. The team rotated in and out, hoping that she would wake up simply confused instead of being a HYDRA murder machine.  

Steve almost missed it when her head shifted and a soft groan left her lips. "Tony, Tony get in here!" He stood up quickly, almost knocking his chair over as he did so. Tony and the rest of the team burst through the door. "Um, Steve, you're gonna want to see this- er, I guess hear this." Tony's worried voice cuts through the chatter in the air. He grabs Steve's arm and yanks him out of the room. "I don't really know how to tell you this..." He throws his arms in the air. 

"Congratulations, Captain America. It's a girl!"

Steve's head spun. How in the name of all that is holy did Judith not tell me that she was pregnant? I have a kid? A daughter? Here? He couldn't breathe. His chest felt like it was collapsing. Tony's voice echoed through his ears. "Cap, her name's Stella. Stella Sloane. Stella Sloane-Rogers, if you will. Steve? Are you okay?"

Inside the room, Wanda and Natasha were quietly asking the girl questions. "How are you feeling, sweetie? Do you know where you are?" Her voice was shaky and quiet, but she replied all the same. "I don't know. I don't know. Who are you people?"

Steve finally got the nerve up to walk into the room. "Hey, kiddo. Can I talk to you for a minute?" Everyone in the room exchanged looks and slowly backed out. Steve sat on the edge of her bed, gently unstrapping the bands around her wrists. She looked at him strangely, but thanked him all the same. He dismissed it with a nod, wringing his hands together. "I don't know how to tell you everything I need to, but here's the first thing you should know. Your name is Stella Sloane."  

Her blue eyes met his as she repeated it. "Stella. I like that." He laughed bitterly, blinking away sudden tears. She looked so much like Judy, so much like her. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't feel the small hand on his own. "Are you okay?" He exhaled. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. Stella, I have to tell you a few things and hearing them is going to come as a shock. Are you ready?" Her unsure smile met his and she nodded.

"First of all, you have been asleep for a very long time. Since 1958. It's- it's been 60 years, sweetheart. It's 2018." Her breath caught in her throat, and then he delivered the real kicker.  

"Stella, I'm your dad. My name's Steve Rogers."

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I know its so cliche but classic i-need-you-to-pretend-to-be-my-boyfriend while visiting family and they make a huge celebration about it bc you finally "found a man" for Gabe? Please make it super awkward and fluffy 😂

Okay. I still have commissions to do, but I couldn’t stop thinking about this request and I just had to write!

It’s over 3,000 words. Enjoy!

You had no idea the Commander had been watching you. You hadbeen twiddling your thumbs and biting your lip nervously at breakfast, seldomeating your food. He stopped you right outside the mess hall, having to wavehis hand in your face to get your attention.

“Wanna tell me what’s going on?”

“What do you mean, sir?” He rolled his eyes and you give in.“My family,” you said, sighing dramatically.

“What about them? You’re excited about going home for theweekend, right?” He crossed his arms and you knew you weren’t going anywhereany time soon.

“Yes…and no.”

“What does that mean?” he asked.

“They’re always asking about my love life and, well, I kindasorta told them that I had a boyfriend.”

“And you don’t?”

You shook your head. “No sir.”

“And they’re expecting to meet this non-existent boyfriendwhen you get home?”

“Yes sir.” For some reason, you blushed, feeling ridiculous.

He dropped his arms and shrugged. “I’ll go.”

You looked at him then laughed hysterically. You wiped youreyes and looked at him again; his face was completely serious. “You?”

“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean? Am I too old for you orsomething?”

“N-no sir…I just…seriously?” You shook your head. He wasonly a few years older, but it just felt odd ‘dating’ your Commander. “Aren’twe going to breaking every rule ever?”

“It’s not like we’re actually dating, agent.”

“Oh…right.” You giggled stupidly. “What about your familythough? Don’t you want to see them? Won’t they miss you?”

He appeared to hesitate for a moment before he smiled.“Don’t worry about that. Guess I better go start packing, huh?” He walked awayand left you standing there, dumbfounded.

Commander Gabriel Reyes just agreed to be your fakeboyfriend for the weekend with your family. Your Commander.

“What just happened?” you asked yourself.

The next morning, a knock on your door woke you from yoursleep and you groaned as you rolled over to look at your clock.

“Shit!” You practically jumped out of bed to answer thedoor, forgetting that you probably looked horrible. ���I overslept!” you said tothe Commander who stood on the other side looking like he had rolled out of bedlooking perfect.

“No shit,” he said, “and good morning to you too.”

“Sorry. Good morning, sir.”

He smirked. “You’re going to have to stop calling me sir ifI’m your boyfriend.” Just hearing him say that word made your blush.

“I…okay…Gabriel.”

“Gabe is fine, sweetie.”

“Oh.” He laughed at your sudden shyness. “Um…I need to…” Youlooked down at your pajamas.

“Oh, right. Make it quick.”

“Yes sir.” You winced when he rolled his eyes. “Sorry Gabe.”Luckily, you had taken a shower last night, so you threw on some clothes andput your hair up in a messy bun. You made sure you had everything packed,grabbing all your bags and swinging the door open to find the Commander leaningagainst the wall, looking down at his phone. He looked up when he heard thedoor close. His eyes widened slightly, and you assumed it was because youdidn’t bother dressing fancy.

“We have a two-hour flight ahead of us. I’m not gettingdressed up for that.” You began to walk past him, but he caught up.

“I’ll take those.” He grabbed your bags along with his ownand walked ahead of you.

“I can carry my own bags.”

“That’s good to know,” he said without stopping. “Move yourass, we got a plane to catch.” You stared after him then followed quietly.

At the airport, you dreaded waiting on line, but whateverkind of clearance Gabe had got you both through lines quickly and on the planein no time.

“I gotta bring you with me more often,” you joked as youtook the window seat.

“You saying you want to be your fake boyfriend again?” Youput your sunglasses on and looked out the window. He leaned in close to you.“Well?”

You jumped and turned to him. “What?”

“You didn’t answer my question.” He looked at youexpectantly, but you only turned back to the window and held on to the armrestsas the place taxied and prepared for takeoff.

“Dammit,” you said through gritted teeth

“You okay?” Gabe asked, clearly concerned.

“I’m…fine.” You accidentally grabbed his hand as the plane beganto speed up and lift off. He squeezed your hand, trying his best to comfortyou.

“I didn’t know you had a fear of flying.”

You took your hand from his. “No big deal.”

“Want something to help you sleep?” he asked. You thought hemeant sleeping pills or something, so you nodded. He waved a flight attendantover and ordered drinks for the both of you.

“Seriously?”

“You look like a lightweight,” he teased, and you punchedhis arm.

He turned out to be right. After two glasses of whatever heordered, you were out cold. The next thing you know, he was nudging you awake,telling you that the plane was preparing to land.

“Wake up, lightweight.” You rubbed your eyes to focus betterand noticed he had taken his beanie off. You had never seen him that way andyou found yourself staring. “What are you looking at?” he asked.

“Nothing,” you answered quickly, buckling your seatbelt. Youheard him chuckle as he buckled his.

The plane landed soon after and you two shuffled through thecrowd to get the luggage. You weren’t expecting him to grab your hand and youstared down at it as he led you through the throngs of people. He finally letgo at the baggage claim and you rushed off to get a taxi as he grabbed thebags.

“Are you always this nervous when someone shows you affection?”he asked.

“Nervous? Who’s nervous?” You climbed into the taxi as heloaded the luggage. You gave the driver your address as Gabe slid in next toyou.

“Ready?”

“Nope,” you admitted, and he grabbed your hand.

“It’ll be okay, honey.”

“Sir…Gabriel, you’re not helping,” you scolded though youwere smiling, and your hand fit perfectly in his.

The ride to the house seemed much faster than it usually did,and you sat in the car for a moment to compose yourself.

“You know, we’re going to have to actually go to the dooreventually,” Gabe said.

“I know, I know. Just…give me a second.”

He carried your bags to the front door and waved you overimpatiently. You got out, closed the door, and made your way to the doorslowly. “If you’re not going to knock, I am.” He lifted his hand, but youstopped him.

“Are you sure you want to do this? We’re lying to myparents.”

He turned to you. “Live a little.” Before you could stophim, he knocked, and you heard movement and an excited voice on the other side.The door swung open and you were both greeted with your mother’s bright smileand your father’s smirk.

“You’re here!” your mother said, pulling you into asuffocating hug. She finally let go and you were able to greet your dad with awarm hug. Gabriel cleared his throat and you giggled nervously.

“Uh…mom, dad…this is my Comm—”

“I’m Gabriel. The boyfriend,” he cut in.

“Yeah, my…boyfriend.” You blushed furiously as your motherfawned over him.

“I knew you were going to be handsome, but oh my,” she said,“what a tall drink of water you are.”

“Mother!” You didn’t dare to look at Gabe. He laughed andthanked her then shook your father’s hand. Your dad gave him the once over andnodded.

“A good, military man.”

“Yes sir.”

“I was a military man myself,” your dad said, standing up straighter;he was still much smaller than Gabe was.

“Oh dear, how rude! Come in, come in!” Your mother led youboth inside and your father took two pieces of luggage from Gabe to help.

“I gotta show you some pictures from my glory days in theservice,” you dad said, and you rolled your eyes.

“We fixed the guest room up for you! Honey, don’t make thatface. Your father and I know you two will be sharing a bed.” You stopped inyour tracks and turned to Gabe.

“We don’t have to if it makes you guys uncomfortable,” you said,and your mother laughed.

“You’re a grown woman. We have no say in that anymore.” Youhadn’t even thought about the sleeping situation until now and you felt yourworld crashing down around you. “We’ll let you two get settled in and get some rest.I’ll let you know when dinner is ready.” Your mother tittered as she closed thedoor to the guest room.

“We don’t have to share the bed,” you said immediately, “I’mgonna freshen up.” You ran into the bathroom before he could say anything. Youstupidly forgot that all your clothes and other things were still packed away.When you peeked out of the bathroom, Gabe was standing there, holding a bag outto you.

“Thought you might need this.”

“Right. Thank you.” You took the bag from him and closed thedoor again. You showered and washed your hair, feeling a little more relaxed.You barged out of the bathroom, rambling. “So, like I was saying, we don’t haveto—” You glanced at your bed and realized that Gabe had fallen asleep. Hesnored quietly, long legs stretched out and his hands folded on his stomach.You smiled and walked over to put a blanket on him. He mumbled something thensmiled lightly which gave you butterflies for some reason.

You couldn’t help but wonder why he didn’t want to spendtime with his family. You looked at him again and tucked the blanket around himbetter. You unpacked then laid down beside him carefully, keeping your body asstiff as possible, and eventually giving in to sleep.

“Sweetheart,” you mother called, knocking a few times. Youjolted awake and stretched. “Dinner’s ready.”

For a moment, you had forgotten that you were sharing a bedwith your Commander until you felt a heavy arm draped over you. Oh, he was sowarm…

“Uh…Gabe…” You shifted, and he only held you tighter.“Dinner’s ready,” you said quietly. You had to be a little more forceful.Freeing yourself from his arm, you sat up and nudged him. “Gabriel!” He onlyrolled over. You got an idea suddenly and start tickling his side. He shifted abit and tried moving your hand away. When you did it again, he sat up, rolledon top of you, and pinned your arms above your head. “Sorry,” you mumbled.

He stayed on top of you a little longer than expected.Finally letting your arms go, he sat up and ran a hand through his curls beforeputting his beanie back on. “Tickling a sleeping man. Dangerous.” He clearedhis throat and got off the bed.

“Dinner’s ready,” you told him in a small voice.

“Good, I’m starving.” He turned to the bedroom door andopened it. “You look nice by the way.”

“Thank you, sir…Gabe.”

“Sir Gabe? That’s new.” You shoved him playfully and walkedout of the bedroom with Gabe following closely behind.

“It’s about time you two lovebirds joined us!” your mothersaid as soon as you walked into the dining room.

“We were sleeping,” you said, refusing to even glance atGabe. Your mother giggled then gasped when he pulled a chair out for you to sitin.

“How sweet!”

“Thanks…babe,” you said.

He looked at you wide-eyed then smirked. “You’re welcome, dulcita.”

“Ooh, what does that mean?” your mother asked.

“Sweetie,” Gabe told her, and you looked down at your plateto hide your smile. You all began eating and having your own conversations.Your mother only wanted to talk about Gabriel and you found yourself smiling inhis direction more than you cared to admit. You were sure your father wastalking to him about being in the military.

“I’m not so worried about you anymore now that you have sucha good man to watch over you,” your mother said, and you smiled in hisdirection again only this time he was looking at you too. He winked then lookedaway sheepishly.

After dinner, you made your way over to him. “I think myparents like you.”

“I passed the test?” he asked.

You nodded. “My mom cannot stop talking about you.”

“She’s sweet and your dad is a very interesting guy.”

“You guys were over there talking about military stuff Ibet.” You laughed.

“, we were talking about you,” he said before joining yourdad for a beer. What could they have possibly been saying about you and why? Imean, of course, your father would have a lot to say about you, but why would Gabebe interested in talking about you?

Your mother tapped you and you looked at her. “I’ve beencalling your name for two minutes. What’s got you so distracted?” she asked butthe smile on her face told you that you didn’t need to answer. “He really is alovely man. I can tell you’re smitten with him.”

“Smitten?!”

Your mother nodded. “And he’s the same with you.”

“Mom, I—”

“What are you ladies over here talking about?” Gabe asked,putting his arm around your shoulders and kissing your cheek. He was reallytaking his role seriously. You smiled up at him, but he was listening to yourmother speak. When he did look at you, your heart beat faster and you feltwarm. You excused yourself and walked away as quickly as you could.

A few moments later, Gabe knocked on the door of the bedroomand asked if you were okay. “I’m fine,” you said quietly.

“May I come in?”

“Yeah.”

He walked in and sat next to you on the bed. “What was thatabout?” he asked.

“I’m just…this is new for me.”

“Being shown affection?”

You shrugged. “I guess.” You laughed quietly. “You’re reallyenjoying this though, huh?”

“It’s fun,” he confessed.

“Well, in a few days this will end and I’m worried thatthings are gonna be awkward between us.”

“I won’t let that happen.” He put his arm around you andheld you close. He pulled back a little and looked down at you. You feltsomething—a spark. You moved away quickly and cleared your throat.

“I’m gonna get ready for bed.”

“Yeah…right.” He watched as you grabbed a few things andwent into the bathroom.

The weekend went by faster than you wanted it to and withoutincident. Each day, your parents fell more in love with Gabe and, you had to admit,he made it very easy to fall for him…but you could never let anything go pastthis weekend. This was all a fun little game for the both of you and that wasit. Right?

You watched as your dad and Gabe shared stories, his smilemaking you smile.

“It’s too bad you have to leave tomorrow,” you mother said.

“Gotta get back to work sometime, mom.” You shrugged, andshe hugged you and kissed the top of your head.

“I’m so happy you found someone so special,” she said happily.

“Me too.” Just as you said it, he looked over at you andnodded.

Later that day, you decided to pack your stuff and you assumedGabe was still busy with your dad. You never expected things to go as well asthey did, and you were going to miss this. The door opened and your ‘boyfriend’walked in.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” you said with a smile.

He nodded to your bags. “Ready to get back to work?”

“I guess.” You stood to grab more of your things and packthem away. “I wanna thank you again for this,” you said, your back to him. “Ireally—” You turned, and he was much closer than you expected. “Whoa, you sureare light on your…feet…”

He reached up and touched your face gently. “Forgive me,” hewhispered before lowering his head to kiss you. Your eyes widened, and yousquealed in surprise before you finally relaxed against him. When he pulled away,he put his forehead against yours and kept his eyes closed, cursing himself quietly.

“Gabe…please…”

“You sure?” You nodded, and he sighed before kissing youagain, making you whimper. The knock on your door had you both moving away fromeach other in a flash, ending up on opposite sides of the room.

You fixed your hair and wiped your lips before opening thedoor. “Hey dad.”

“Hey,” he said then his face fell, “you feeling okay, honey?You look flushed.” Gabe chuckled quietly behind you.

“I’m fine, just tired. Looking for Gabe?”

“Well, I can say what I have to say to the both of you.” Hewalked into the room and shook Gabe’s hand. “I haven’t seen my daughter thishappy in a very long time and I guess I have you to thank for that.”

“Well, sir, your daughter has made me the happiest manalive. She’s the best thing to ever happen to me.” He looked at you and youblinked your tears away.

“You two are talking about me like I’m not standing righthere,” you joked.

Gabe walked over to you and wrapped his arms around you. “Aren’twe allowed to talk about how great you are?”

Your father laughed and smiled at you two. “Your mother andI hope you’ll come back soon. Both of you.”

You tensed and nodded. “We’ll try our best to make ithappen,” you said.

Your dad left the room and Gabe still didn’t let you go. “Didyou mean that?” he asked.

“Mean what?”

“That you’re going to try your best to come back here…withme?” He looked down at you.

“Yeah…I mean…if you don’t want to you don’t have to. I wouldnever expect this to go beyond this weekend…this was just—”

He kissed you and you melted against him. “This was justwhat?”

“I-I…don’t know.”

“I think this was the start of something special. What doyou think?”

“I think…I really enjoyed having you as my fake boyfriendand wouldn’t mind it if you wanted to come spend time with my family again.”You smiled shyly at him.

“Well, next time we won’t be lying to your parents when wecall me your boyfriend,” he said.

“We won’t? You mean you really want to be—well, won’t we getin trouble? I mean if anyone finds—” He put a finger to your lip then put hisforehead against yours. You sighed and calmed yourself down.

“We’ll worry about those things later. Right now…I wouldjust like to kiss you again, if you don’t mind.” You smiled and nodded. Hetangled his fingers in your hair and kissed you, pulling away every now andthen to tease you. “Amazing, dulcita.Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Sir Gabe.” You both laughed. This hadturned out to be the best weekend ever for the both of you.

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beyond belief : part nine - s.r

brief summary: it’s been a year since you said goodbye to steve rogers, but you’re needed by the avengers now more than ever 

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An entire year had passed by since Steve had been given the video of your goodbye to him. And despite it all, the pain still felt fresh whenever your name was mentioned. 

All Steve wanted was to see you, speak to you face to face. But with your whereabouts left as classified information, he was left just to wonder about you and hope you were alright. 

Truth be told, you were. You were healing, working on yourself with the occasional visit from old friends, Carol included to your surprise. Yet, with every visit you could tell they were holding something back, there was something they weren’t telling you, but you could simply see it in the looks they exchanged with one another. 

Opening your eyes, you rolled over in the bed, once more woken up in a cold sweat with memories of what the Teacher inflicted on you.

A pair of hands rest on your shoulders as you blink rapidly, looking up to see Wanda smiling softly. “It’s only me, I’m real.” She assures you, glancing down to see your hands burning energy and it slowly dissipates. 

“Sorry,” You mutter quietly as you sit upright, ignoring the cold sweat lining your back. “I forgot you were here.” 

Wanda shrugs her shoulder in response. “It’s okay, was it about?” She doesn’t have to finish her question to see you scrunching up the duvet with your palms, the apparent fear in your gaze. 

“I’ve not had a nightmare about it in a while.” You sigh, bringing your legs close to your chest, just how you did in the experiment when you were scared. “It just felt, felt so real.” You focus on Wanda as tears fill your eyes, but you blink them away. 

“It’s okay to feel defeated sometimes, Y/n.” She mutters, reaching out but you flinch away, retreating to the corner of the bed as you huddle by the window. “It happens to us all.” 

Keeping your eyes fixated on the wind blowing through the leaves you take a deep breath in an attempt to ease your rapid heart beat. “It just feels like I’m making progress and then I have a nightmare and suddenly I’m back to square one all over again.” You admit, watching as two squirrels spiral around a tree and a smile ghosts your lips. 

“Is this about what Tony said the other day?” Wanda questions to you, noting your smile dropping as you glance back over to her, nodding. “It’s only if your ready, Y/n. It’s a training mission, but he doesn’t want to force you out if you’re not sure.” She reminds you, having sat beside you as Tony explained the mission to you. 

“I would’ve been ready yesterday.” You remark. “But now, now I just don’t know, Wanda.” 

Wanda can tell there’s something you’re not admitting, but throughout all of this, she’s learnt better than to try and prise information out of you. The last time that happened, she was thrown through the window in the kitchen. 

“Well, you know how to reach us, okay?” She pats the bedding, leaving the burner phone that you’ve not used since you arrived at the cabin. “I’m only a phone call away, you know that.” She quietly adds before rising to her feet and heading toward the door. 

“Thank you, Wanda.” You call out as she reaches the front door. 

She hesitates before turning back, seeing you now sat upright with the phone in your hand. “Anytime, Y/n.” She tells you before walking out and boarding the Quinjet, seeing Tony rising to his feet. 

“Well?” He questions, watching as Wanda shakes her head. “You tried, kid.” He mutters as they fly off, leaving you in solitude once more. 

*

“Agent Rogers, Tony and Wanda have returned.” FRIDAY announces and Steve lifts his head up from his desk. 

“Thanks, FRIDAY.” He responds before rising to his feet, wandering through the compound to see if there’s a small chance that this time you’ll be alongside them. 

Once again, Steve allows his heart to sink as Wanda and Tony walk off unaccompanied. Wanda frowns to herself upon seeing Steve waiting in anticipation and walks over to him. “I’m sorry, Steve.” She brings him into a tight hug. “We tried.” 

Steve half heartedly hugs Wanda back. “It’s okay, Wan.” He mutters, unable to hide his disappointment. “She’ll come back eventually.” He thinks aloud, trying to convince himself more than anyone else at this point. 

“She is getting better though.” Wanda tells Steve, hoping to ignite some hope in him as he begins to walk off, back toward his room. “Don’t give up, Steve.” Wanda calls out as she listens to a door closing, causing her to jump slightly. 

“All we can do, Wanda.” Tony tells her as he walks past with a sad look in his eyes. “Just gotta keep trying and at some point, we might get through to her.”

Standing in his room, Steve walks over to his laptop with clenched fists. He sits down and opens up the video once again, something he can’t help but do. 

He leans in, watching as your face appears on the screen, but you’re too scared to look at the lens. “Steve, I,” You pause and Steve can feel his heart stopping, just like the first time he watched the video. “I’m sorry it’s come to this. But I’m not safe, I, I’m not secure in myself so I’ve left the compound.” He watches as you look around the place you’re staying, still wondering where you could be. 

Steve will never forget when Tony delivered him the small envelope, your neat hand writing on the front. He tried to remain composed as he rushed to his room to see what it was, but felt like a broken man as the footage came to an end. 

“I don’t know if or when I’ll return, but please, do not blame yourself for any of it.” Tears line your eyes as you sniff. “This wasn’t your fault, or mine. There are people out there who torture for their own gain, as you know all too well.” A flash of fear crosses your eyes and Steve can feel his heart breaking, all he wants to do is hold you close and apologise. 

Reaching his hand up to the screen, Steve sighs as tears fall down your cheeks. “I’m so sorry, Y/n.” He mutters watching as you finally look directly at him, right into the lens. 

“Until I see you again, Captain America. Take care.” A genuine smile crosses your lips before the video ends, and Steve is left looking back at his own reflection, seeing a figure behind him.

“I know what you’re going to say, Buck.” Steve speaks up, focusing on his notes surrounding him. “But I’m not giving up, not yet.” 

Bucky steps back as Steve turns around, seeing the hardened expression on his friends face. “I wasn’t going to suggest that,” Bucky states, crossing his arms. “but there’s something you should see.” 

Following Bucky into the conference room, Steve notes everyone is already there, including Carol. “Take a seat, Cap.” Tony advises. 

“What’s happened?” Steve questions as Tony brings up a video for everyone to watch.

“Earlier today, there was another attack from someone involved in Y/n’s kidnapping.” Tony explains and Steve shudders. “We know that Y/n killed this Teacher guy, but there are some others still out there.” 

“They’re looking to find more like Y/n, but ones who might be more vulnerable.” Natasha speaks up as she passes over the file to Steve who looks through, noting the three teenagers they’ve discovered. 

“So we need to find them before they do?” Steve looks up, seeing Tony nod. 

“We don’t know the extent of their capabilities, but if they’re anything like Y/n, they’re powerful.” Tony paces around the room, pulling up old footage of you on the field, something Steve turns his gaze away from. 

“Where do we start?” Sam asks as he takes the file from Steve, looking at the various locations. 

Tony slides away your training footage and replaces it with a map. “Right there,” He points, zooming in and dots a small farm just outside of Texas. “that’s where we’ll find Aria, number one if you will.” 

*

Walking out from the Quinjet, Steve is closely followed by Carol, Wanda, Natasha and Tony. “Comms in check?” Steve questions, hearing responses from everyone as they slowly make their way toward the barn. 

“Aria should be inside, but be cautious.” Wanda warns as everyone splits up, taking different angles. 

Glancing over her shoulder, Wanda waits for the signal before opening the door to find Aria sat on a haystack, playing with farming tools in the air. 

“You shouldn’t be here.” Aria coldly states as she directs the tools toward Wanda with red filling her eyes. 

Wanda lifts her hands up in defence. “Yeah, she’s definitely not wanting company.” Wanda mutters into the comms as everyone slows down, taking caution. 

“Who are you?” Aria asks as she rises to her feet, dropping a few of the tools with her left hand, but keeps the pitchfork up with her right as it hovers closer toward Wanda’s neck. 

“I’m a friend,” Wanda states. “and I’m here to help.” She keeps her eyes fixated on Aria. “There are people who want to hurt you, Aria. But I don’t want that to happen so, you’ve got to trust me, okay?” 

“Why should I trust you, how do I know you aren’t here to hurt me?” She raises an eyebrow and Wanda sighs. 

“I need backup.” Wanda speaks quietly into her comms and listens out for her team. “Because I know people like you, I have a friend like you.” Wanda begins to explain, stepping closer toward the pitchfork. “And she was hurt because of her powers, given false promises.” 

Aria steps back, taking the pitchfork with her. “I’ve been promised everything.” Aria admits and Wanda freezes. 

“Guys?” Wanda calls out as the doors behind Aria open up as three figures stand. “We’re too late.” She backs away, ducking as a series of objects are directed toward her. 

Wanda does her best to block them off, and for the most part, it works. “Wanda!” Steve yells as he takes a hold of her, backing away from the barn as Aria walks out, her whole body glowing red as three men stand around her. 

“You’re too late, Wanda.” Aria laughs. “No one can stop me, they want to make me more powerful, help me grow.” She explains with a bright smile on her face. “I won’t be some dumb kid anymore, my parents were wrong about me.” 

“Aria, this isn’t you!” Steve yells as Wanda keeps them both protected with her powers, but Steve can see Wanda struggling to keep the field up. 

“But this is my destiny.” Aria yells as she rises from the ground, leaving burnt grass beneath her feet as the men guarding her back away. “And no one is getting in the way of it, not anymore.” She tells them with a sinister smile, and Steve covers Wanda, waiting for the impact. 

But it doesn’t follow. Instead, silence falls. 

“Don’t believe everything they tell you, kid.” 

Steve lifts his head up and tenses up as you stand beside him and Wanda. 

You keep your eyes fixated on Aria, but you’re glowing white. “Whatever they promised you, it’s all a lie.” You warn Aria, but she shakes her head. “Let them help you, let us help you before they hurt you.” You step forward, hovering off the ground and Steve remains in disbelief. 

After all this time, here you are. And you’ve never looked happier, healthier or more yourself. 

“Why should I trust you? You’re with them!” Aria coldly looks down at the Avengers, but you reach out, resting your hand on her shoulder. 

Everyone watches as your white glow spreads across Aria, her red pupils dulling back to brown. “Believe me now?” You mutter to her as you both fall back down to the ground, the red encapsulating Aria is gone. 

“What, what happened?” Aria questions, looking around as the three men pull out guns and direct them to Aria. 

You step in front of her, using your powers to disassemble their guns. “I know who sent you.” You tell the three men as the white glow in your palms flickers, growing. “And if I were you, I’d leave now with a warning to them.” 

One man steps forward, watching as Steve rises to his feet, stepping closer toward you as Aria trembles behind you. 

“Don’t mess with kids.” You tell them before sending a blast through his chest, watching as he is fired back into the barn, tearing part of it down with him. The other men look at one another. “You two have something to say?” You raise an eyebrow, and watch as they start to run. 

Turning on your heels, you look over to Tony with a small smile who nods, running after the two men with Carol hot on his tail. 

“You’re safe now, okay?” You tell Aria as she hugs you tightly. “Whatever happened, whatever they made you do, it’ll be alright. I promise.” You assure her, knowing that was the only thing that helped you heal. 

Lifting your head up, you see Wanda smile to you as she holds her hand out. “Come on, Aria. I’ll get you patched up.” Wanda speaks up and Aria looks to you hesitantly, watching as you nod. 

“That was certainly something,” Steve states, watching as the glow surrounding you dies down. 

A small laugh leaves your lips as you face Steve after all this time. “Sorry if I got in the way of your moment.” You joke, and Steve smiles genuinely to you. “But, I kinda saved your ass.” You remind him, and Steve nods, still in shock that you’re here in front of him. 

“I, I just can’t believe you’re here.” He admits as you look around the farm site, seeing Natasha picking up the guard you threw earlier and dragging him toward the Quinjet in handcuffs. 

“Well, there’s only so many calls you can ignore from Tony.” You shrug a shoulder. “But when he told me there were more like me at risk,” You trail off and Steve remains quiet. “and I guess it’s about time.” 

“So, how are you, really?” Steve asks you quietly, watching as you focus on him instead of avoiding his gaze. 

You sigh to yourself before nodding, looking away from him. “I’m better.” You state. “I, I don’t think I’ve ever felt so in control of myself, but there’s still some things I can’t fix or change.” 

Steve steps closer toward you, focusing closely for any sign of discomfort in you, but you remain still. “I’m so sorry, Y/n.” He whispers as he reaches out for your hand, feeling his heart rise as you accept it in yours. 

“Please, don’t,” You mutter in response. “no more apologies. I can’t hear anymore sympathy.” 

“Okay,” Steve smiles to you. “then all I want to say is thank you for coming back. And I shouldn’t have underestimated you or anything because of your age.” 

Rolling your eyes, a small laugh follows suit. “We really back to the age thing, Steve?” You joke and Steve chuckles under his breath. “I couldn’t leave the Avengers forever, you’re all my family at the end of the day.” 

“Does that mean you’ll come home?” He questions, nerves evident in his tone as he rests his hand on your cheek, feeling you lean into it. 

Closing your eyes, you hum contently as you rest your hand on top of Steve’s. “I think it’s about time.” You smile and open your eyes, seeing Steve smiling back at you. “But there are more kids out there that need saving first, more people like me.” You explain as you look behind Steve, seeing Aria sat with Wanda. 

“We’ll find them, Y/n.” Steve assures you. “Together.” 

“Together. Just like we’re meant to.” You lean up, kissing Steve’s cheek as you walk back toward the Quinjet with a smile on your face, knowing it’s about time to make a difference and save those like you.

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unanswered : p.p

brief summary: you can’t deny it, you’re in love with your best friend, peter. however, as you fight alongside him during the events of far from home, you do wonder if the feelings could ever be returned. 

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“It’s a shame she couldn’t come on the trip,” Ned sighs to Peter as he sits beside him on the plane, glancing to see Peter weakly nod in response. “why couldn’t she come again?” 

Peter shrugs his shoulders, having received a message from you last night about your Mom being sick. He had it all planned, this was going to be his chance to tell you, but once again something has gotten in the way. 

“Come on, dude.” Ned nudges Peter who averts his longing gaze to his phone background which happens to be his favourite photo of you all. “Could she not like sneak out, call for some assistance?” Ned raises an eyebrow, having recently learnt that you’re also apart of the whole SHIELD/Avengers world.

“I told you Ned,” Peter reminds Ned. “Y/n has to stay low about that stuff.” A shiver curls through his body as his mind wanders back to the moment you were almost caught on a rooftop mere months ago. If it wasn’t for Fury keeping his eye out on you and Peter, anything could’ve happened.

Seeing his phone light up, Peter can’t help but smile at the sight. It’s a photo of you all at the local pizza place, cheesy grins whilst you’re in mid-laugh thanks to Peter. MJ is rolling her eyes, but she has a hint of a smile whilst Ned is holding up the biggest slice of pizza possible. 

“I know, it’ll be great I just, I had plans,” Peter mutters, having told Ned the plan of action he had all thought out. 

“But we’re bachelors in Europe!” Ned cheers quietly, but Peter merely shrugs it off. “Come on, Y/n will be alright you know that.” 

“I guess,” Peter agrees half-heartedly as he turns his eyes to the window, looking over three people to see them rising higher into the air as clouds disperse below them. “I’m just gonna miss her.” 

*

Inside of their small room, Peter continues to brush his teeth as Ned rambles on. After everything that has happened, all Peter can focus on is how he’ll explain this to you. 

“She’s so pretty, she was showing me around and suddenly it happened. Do you know what caused it? Like, I don’t know how to even comprehend it all does Y/n know? Is she going to come hel-” Ned’s rambles come to a halt as he hits the ground with a heavy thud. 

Turning quickly on his feet, Peter allows his toothbrush to fall as Nick Fury sits in an armchair. “You’re Nick Fury?” Peter mumbles before he spits his toothpaste out and wipes his mouth. 

“And you’ve been ignoring me, Spider-Man.” Fury retorts before he rises to his feet. “Come on,” He motions for Peter to follow. “you’re needed.” 

Without a chance to fully reason, Peter hangs his head in defeat as he follows behind Fury, unsure where he’ll be led. 

“Where are we?” Peter speaks up as he rests his hands in his pockets, looking around at the underground base. 

“About time and all!” Someone announces with a huff and Peter freezes. 

You turn around, your arms crossed over your chest as you stand alongside Maria. 

“Y/n?” Peter stutters in shock. “Why, what?” Words struggle to form as you chuckle. 

“You didn’t tell him?” You look over to Fury who shakes his head.

“He ghosted me, how was I supposed to tell him?” Fury answers before taking a seat, leaving you to explain to a rather confused Peter Parker. 

*

“So, all this time you’ve been apart of this?” Peter questions as you sit down in a private room, a table between the two of you as a dying plant rests in the middle.

You simply nod, unsure what to say. “Fury contacted me the day after Ixtenco, told me I was needed so I had to come up with an excuse to not come on the trip.” You explain, absentmindedly playing with the plant, slowly bringing it back to life with your powers. 

Peter couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Though your abilities to control nature were unlike anything he’d ever seen, Peter always knew the girl behind it first and foremost. He grew up with you, knew you throughout school and learnt your secret before the snap happened. 

“And Fury knew I’d come if you were involved,” Peter mutters, knowing his longing looks at you say more than words could at times, even if you remain oblivious. 

“He’s smarter than he lets on you know.” You comment with a small smile, now looking at a healthy plant before your very eyes. 

“And now we just have to wait?” Peter breaks the silence, snapping you from your deep concentration on the plant. 

You sit upright, leaning back in the chair as you nod. “Just go along with it, and have fun.” You tell him with a small smile, wishing you could’ve been a part of it. 

Deep down you regret having agreed to help with Fury. You had this whole trip planned, you were going to have the summer of a lifetime with your friends and make new memories. Part of you hoped something could’ve happened between you and Peter, but you saw the looks he gave MJ. You knew he could never look at you in that way. 

*

Sitting with Maria, you watched from the sidelines as things clearly developed between Peter and MJ. You couldn’t be mad about it, hell, you anticipated it happening. A trip around Europe? It would be the perfect and most romantic place to fall in love. It’s just a shame it wasn’t you.

“You seeing this?” Maria calls out, catching you out from your daydream as you walk over to see what she’s monitoring. 

Your eyes widen as you see Edith has sent drones to Brad. “Oh no.” You mutter as you watch in panic, unsure how it can be resolved. “What’s wrong with Brad! He’s a nice guy, albeit a bit of a douche at times.” You ramble, watching as the drones never hit. 

“He avoided that one,” Maria comments before looking up at you, seeing a smile ghost your lips. “just.” 

“He’ll get better,” You shrug your shoulder, trying to convince Maria but you can see she’s not warming to him. “it’s a lot of responsibility, knowing Tony wanted him to have those.” 

Maria hums quietly before she continues with her work. “You’ve got work to do, go on.” She tells you, dismissing you from the room as you walk off to find Fury, knowing he’ll at least be more helpful in your next task. 

*

You’re one of the first on the scene during the events in Prague. Undercover, hidden away from your friends’ view you try your best to fight the fire elemental. “Anyone around to help a girl out?!” You yell as you keep your hands on the ground, forcing plants to rise and swarm the creature whilst water runs through, causing the creature to scream. 

“Hang in there, Y/n.” You hear Peter speak through the comms system as he appears dressed in all black before he jumps to a building, shooting webs to secure your friends on the Ferris wheel. 

Forcing back the urge to laugh, you return to your main goal and focus. 

“Where’s Beck?” You question as Peter looks around, wondering the same thing. 

As if on cue, Beck appears. “You monster.” He mutters as the beast roars loudly, growing in size as he stomps down, forcing you back as you slam into a wall. You watch as he burns off the vines you wrapped him in. 

“He’s getting stronger!” You yell to the others and Peter is by your side, helping you to your feet. 

His hands rest on your cheeks, though he is masked you can tell he’s worried. “Are you alright?” He questions, watching as you nod in response before Beck surrounds you all in a bubble. 

“We need a new plan,” Beck announces as you nod. “What can you do, Y/n?” He asks you as you look down at your hands before resting them on the ground. 

“I can flood the place, control the water directly at the elemental.” You suggest and Beck waits for your signal before dropping the barrier, allowing it to happen. 

With a scream, you flood the creature, but within seconds his flames return. “No,” You mutter as you turn to see Peter, but he’s vanished. “that, that should’ve stopped it.” You state as Beck takes a step forward, standing directly in front of the thing as he fires at it. “Beck, what’re you doing?” You yell and Peter yells too. 

“What I should’ve done last time.” He states before nodding to you. 

Before you can react, Beck launches himself right into the belly of the beast. You shelter your eyes as you see the orange being engulfed in green smoke. 

The elemental roars before it becomes green and crashes to the ground. Flames surround you as Peter holds up the Ferris wheel. “Mr Beck?” Peter yells, but you’re running over to Beck who is lying on the ground.

Cautious to move him, you check to make sure he’s breathing. “Is he?” Peter mutters as he kneels beside you, fear evident in his tone.

Beck begins to move and Peter lets out a sigh of relief. “I’ll be alright, kid.” Beck mutters as he groans loudly, forcing himself upright with both of you helping him. “It’s gone, right?” Beck questions as he looks around at the damage caused. 

“Yeah,” You say with a small smile. “it’s gone.” 

Maria moves in to help get you out of there. You glance back at Peter, seeing him still standing there in his new black suit. “You in there?” You question and Peter snaps out of his daze before walking alongside you. “Gotta say, the new suit isn’t too shabby.” You nudge his arm, hearing him chuckle.

“So, I have your approval on it, then?” His voice has a small quirk to it, and he can see you smiling to yourself. 

As you go to respond, you hear the sound of your name being called. “I, I better go.” You tell him half-heartedly, watching as he quickly nods.

“Yeah, I should get back to everyone. MJ and Ned will probably be worried.” Peter tells you quickly, and you wish you could disguise your small heartache when he mentions MJ before Ned. 

You begin to walk away, but then you pause and turn on your heels. “Hey, Spidey?” You see Peter point to himself and you nod before wrapping your arms around him tightly. “Take care, okay?” You whisper to him, not waiting to hear his response before you disappear into the chaotic scenes surrounding you both.

Yet, you missed something that could’ve changed everything. You miss the way Peter rests his hand against his chest and the smile that refuses to leave his lips beneath the mask. If you saw that then maybe, just maybe, things could’ve been different. 

“He won’t come to Berlin, will he?” You ask Maria as you sit in the back of the car, leaving Prague to head to the jet.

She shakes her head in response, and as she goes to tell you it’ll be fine you shift and look out of the window longingly. 

*

“How did we not notice this?!” You yell in frustration, panic filling your mind as you think to everything that’s happened. 

He’s gotten everything he’s wanted and did it right under your noses. Hell, he fooled you all. You felt sorry for him, the loss he endured, the pain he went through. And all of it, it was all a lie. 

“Listen, we can’t let him know we’ve caught on. You have to go along with it, Y/n.” Fury explains to you as you all remain in one of the many office blocks in London. “Peter’s trip has been diverted to London, so they’ll be here,” 

Your eyes go wide. “You brought my class right in the middle of this?” You ask boldly, not caring who you’re talking to anymore. 

“Y/n,” Maria tries to calm you down, but Fury can see the fire rising in your eyes. 

“And, and where’s Peter?” You begin to pace as no one answers your questions. “Why is no one answering?!” 

“Y/n,” Fury snaps you out of your spiralling thoughts. “you have to focus.” He tells you, looking right at you as sparks begin to play at the plug sockets. “Beck has this all planned. A lot of people will die if you don’t focus.” 

Letting out a deep breath, you shut everything else back. “Tell me what I have to do.” 

*

Standing on London bridge you remain still as people scream with fear as they run past you. You focus on the tour bus being emptied, your classmates running in confusion as your teachers fumble behind, close to shitting their pants. 

You watch as the elemental is filled with lightning, flames and water amongst the dusty form. The technology is something else, you have to hand it to him. But you have to stay present at this moment, if you slip out of place it’ll ruin the plan. 

Resting your hands down on the ground, you begin to feel vines surrounding the bridge, holding parts together as they start to crumble. You block out the cries of families, children screaming knowing they’ll be saved. No one has to die today, not a single person. 

An illusion of Beck flies around the elemental, repeating the same line you have heard before. You can hear the elemental screaming in pain, but as you open your eyes you see a piece of rock hurtling toward you. 

Somehow, it misses you, only just. 

You rise to your feet and raise your arms, bringing water from the Themes upwards and force it straight at the elemental. Though it’s an illusion, it could be damaged by enough of a brute force, especially when it’s unexpected. 

“Not today!” You scream, ignoring the projection of Beck as it stumbles backwards. 

Letting out a heavy sigh, you remain unaware of Peter hurtling through the sky. You turn to see several bots rising from the water and locking on you. 

Sitting safely, Beck tells them something that no one would’ve expected. “Kill Y/n.” He states coldly, and not even Peter could stop it from happening.

Everything happened within an instant. 

You blocked only so many of them, stopped them using your powers. But for once, you couldn’t escape all of it, no matter how strong you were. 

The green laser fired through the right side of your chest, missing your heart by inches. You saw it coming, but there wasn’t time to react. Beck planned this element, a sick twisted way allowing you to die slowly. You would die before Peter could find you, you would die with a broken heart and Peter would live on with one. 

A painful scream left your lips as you fell to the ground, only to see a blurred image of red and blue fly past and disappear into the elemental. 

With weak vision, you reach out to the ground, forcing a vine to spread toward the bridge in the hope he might find you. All you want is to be found, for someone to save you. 

“Y/n, you in there?” Maria asks and you weakly reply.

“I’m, I’m down.” Your lower lip begins to quiver, the realisation hitting that you won’t be making it out alive.

“Y/n, can you hear me?” She repeats, urgency rising in her tone as you tilt your head, seeing the elemental projection disappearing piece by piece. 

“He’s doing it,” You think aloud, your comms system still on as tears fall from your eyes. “Peter, he, he’s saving everyone.” 

“Where are you?” Maria yells, but you merely chuckle to yourself as Peter lands on the bridge, the projection gone. 

Panting heavily, Peter looks around at the damage caused, the destruction Beck has created in months. 

Taking a step forward, Peter looks down to see a vine beneath his feet and his stomach drops. With fear rising through his mind, he follows the path to find something he never wanted to see. 

“No, no no,” He mumbles, collapsing down beside you and removes his mask. The glossy look of your eyes says the painful truth; you’re almost gone. “Y/n, please, no,” He whimpers as he rests his hand on your cheek. 

You smile up at him, realising it really is him. “Hey, Pete.” You whisper, forcing the corners of your lips to rise even further. “Gotta say,” You cough, ignoring Peter’s protests for you to not talk. “new suit ain’t too shabby.” 

Peter can feel the tears rolling down his cheeks as he wishes he could say it all to you, tell you the truth behind everything he’s ever felt. But time isn’t on his side, it’s never been a good friend to him. 

“You’ll be okay, Pete.” You nod, wanting him to believe it. “T, Tony would be proud.” You whisper, feeling tears pour more as you struggle to breathe. 

“Don’t go, Y/n. Please, I, I can’t,” Peter cries as he holds you in his arms. 

He watches as your weak smile drops and you go limp in his embrace, you’re gone. 

Sadly, someone died today, and it just had to be you. 

*

Two months had passed since the events that had taken place in London. 

It didn’t feel like two months to Peter, to MJ, to Aunt May or to Happy. Everyone felt lost without your presence to lift the mood. No one would ever hear your sweet laugh as you sat in the pizzeria, you wouldn’t hug anyone with as much love as you could project. 

But what hurts the most is that you’ll never know how much Peter truly loved you. 

You’ll never hear that Peter wandered the streets of Prague asking MJ about the best way to ask you out. Or how he looked back at old photos on the flight to Venice instead of discussing how to live his bachelor life with Ned for the next few weeks. 

You won’t ever hear Peter tell you he loves you, but he still says it every day when he visits your gravestone. 

Walking down the steps he’s memorised, Peter keeps a tight grip on another bunch of flowers. He’ll always bring you flowers, knowing you loved to be surrounded by nature at all times. 

“Hey, Y/n,” Peter speaks up as he kneels in front of your gravestone, wiping off a bit of dirt before placing the flowers alongside the rest. “I just wanted to check up on you as I do.” He lets out a small sigh. “Still trying to figure out how to, to talk to you knowing you aren’t here anymore.” His voice cracks as Peter averts his gaze from the dates on your stone, the engraved quote. 

Peter wishes he could scream, that he could yell at Beck for causing it all. But he’s dead, Peter watched him die before his very eyes. He has no one left to hold accountable beside himself. 

“I wish I could take it all back.” He thinks aloud. “That I told you to stay away, not go to London or if I told you sooner how much I love you it might not have happened.” He rambles, knowing it makes no difference now. “I just wish you were here,” He sighs as he wipes his face, unaware of Aunt May and Happy stood at the entrance of the cemetery. 

“Does it ever get easier?” Aunt May turns to Happy, seeing a solemn look on his face as he watches Peter hunch over, his shoulders shaking as he strokes your name, remembering how he stroked your cheek as he held you in his arms. 

“Time will heal him,” Happy says with a sad smile. “but he’ll never forget.” 

May nods. “He won’t want to forget.” She says honestly as Peter rises to his feet before turning away, seeing them stood waiting for him. 

Accepting him with open arms, May holds Peter close. “It’ll get easier, Pete.” May mutters as she looks at your gravestone, seeing the bright colours that surround the dull graphite. “You’ll learn to heal, and Y/n would be so proud.” 

The three of them walk out of the cemetery with heavy hearts, but you died knowing things would be okay. No one else had to die, and that’s what mattered the most. 

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