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The Walking Dead Game What Ifs: What if the New Frontier stole from the Saviors?

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Settle the Score

What if the New Frontier stole from the Saviors? (TW: Violence and Negan)

Clementine swallowed, Javi was at the base of the gallows, while Tripp, Ava and David were being held hostage. She hadn’t been at her best, especially since she saw the Saviors mark on some of the supplies in the warehouse.

Then, without warning, a flare went up, cutting Joan off and making everyone go silent. Then she heard it. The whistle. That fucking whistle. As if everyone knew who it was, the crowd parted and he casually strolled up to the stage.

“Hello.” Drawled Negan, looking around the group, “Now, I usually wouldn’t just, invite myself in.”

More people started to appear, with Clementine freezing, recognising some of the faces.

“But,” Negan grinned up at Joan, “a little fruit told me that you,” he pointed Lucielle at Joan, “had your people stealing.”

Clementine looked down, ashamed of how fast she told Negan.

“Clementine,” Sighed Joan, before Negan cut her off.

“Oh no, she’s smart.” Negan looked around, “I mean, your surrounded by a bucha guys and you just happen to have stabbed their leader? Ooh, she was in a really bad position.”

Negan looked around, “Alright, round ‘em up.”

Everyone in the square soon found themselves on their knees, with one Savior roughly shoving Kate down next to Javi.

“You okay?” Whispered Javi, getting a brief nod from Kate.

He pointed his bat at someone, “Eeny.” He pointed his bat as he counted them off at random, walking up and down the line up, leaving a word for each person, “Meeny. Miny. Mo. Catch. A tiger. By. His toe. If he hollers. Let him go. My Mother. Told me. To pick. The very. Best one. And. You. Are. It.”

Negan looked down at his victim, “If anybody moves, anybody starts something,” he pointed at Clementine, “cut her hand off and feed it to that prick next to her.” He looked back at his victim, “It’s okay, you can breathe, you can blink you can cry. Hell, you're all gonna be doing that.”

STS

Gabe sat in the church; Clementine had fallen into an uneasy sleep. He saw the council sitting towards the front. Clementine’s hand was in bandages, Lingard managed to sew up most of the damage, so with some hope, it would heal, even if it would take the better part of a year and it wouldn’t be as strong as it had been.

“Their definition of half isn’t half,” Said Eleanor, “it’s most of what we have.”

“David?” Lingard looked at Gabe’s father, “Anything to add?”

David didn’t respond, instead getting up and walking out of the building.

“Does he usually do that?” Asked Eleanor, getting a scoff from Clint.

“No, but Joan did get people killed.” Clint glared at her, “We should’ve listened to him.”

“I was going what I thought was best.” Sighed Joan, trying to ignore the blood on her clothes.

Clint glared at her, before leaving after David. Lingard sighed, “Clint has a point. Your…greater good got people killed, and, if what Clem told us is true, he wouldn’t hesitate to kill the rest of the community if we fought him.”

Joan sighed, before she looked over at Clementine, “Why did she tell them where to find us?”

“Who knows.” Eleanor glared at Clementine, getting a snort from a guy lounging in a pew at the back of the church.

“He probably already had this place cased out,” The man sat up, “he wouldn’t have a force this big if someone squealed to him. He was coming already, he just wanted to play mind games with someone who managed to get away from him.” The man glanced at Clementine, “She’s probably scared out of her mind, given she’s just a child.”

STS

Tripp scowled, getting up and walking off as Eleanor approached him, while Gabe helped a limping Clementine to the truck.

“Dr. Lingard told us that AJ’s at a place called McCarroll Ranch.” Said Gabe, as Kate looked on from the truck, “He’s given us some supplies, but we’re going to need to scavenge for stuff.”

“You’re leaving?” Eleanor spoke up, walking up to them.

“Er…” Gabe looked around, “Yeah, I mean, look at this place, it’s not safe.”

“That’s because—” Conrad cut her off, “People got killed? Yeah, that’s why we’re going.”

“Javi got them killed.”

“And you sold us out.”

“Because the plan was going to get all of us killed,” Eleanor looked around them, “I was trying—”

“To save your own neck.” Kate snapped, glaring at Eleanor, “You might like living in a prison, but some of us prefer to live freely.”

“Richmond isn’t a prison.” Protested Eleanor, as the group joined Gabe and Clementine in the truck.

“Maybe,” Kate looked around, “but, from what we’ve been told about…them, it’ll soon be.”

Kate got back in the truck, before they drove off, leaving Eleanor staring after them.

STS

Clementine winced as AJ tugged on her hand, collecting AJ had gone more or less smoothly, she supposed having David with them helped.

“Clem.” Babbled the toddler, prompting Clementine to readjust him.

“Hey goofball.” Clementine’s response got a giggle from AJ.

To the group, the change in Clementine’s demeanour was like whiplash, especially since they hadn’t actually heard her laugh before.

“So,” David looked back at them, “about…what happened back there…”

“At the ranch or Richmond?” Asked Tripp, returning David’s look.

“At… at Richmond.” Clarified David, “I…I know that I should’ve done more.”

“Negan’s a psychopath.” Said Clementine, “He’s the type of crazy that keeps everyone afraid.”

“He’s not gonna chase us, is he?” Asked Conrad, looking at Clementine.

“No.” Clementine shook her head, “He chases large groups, not small ones or individuals. I ran into him a couple of years ago, the woman I was with got hurt, so I took some of his group’s medical supplies. He caught me and, in a panic, I stabbed him. It was almost funny, he seemed more amused than angry and had me sit down and tell him what I was taking them for. It was like a teacher finding you taking crayons or something.”

STS *Three Years Later*

“So,” Clementine looked over at Kate, “about… Gabe.”

Clementine noticed the others stiffen up, “I’m not going to break every time he’s brought up.”

“You get angry though.” Said AJ, getting a flat look from Clementine.

“Seriously, I’m fine.” Clementine stood up, before looking around, “Where’s David?”

“He’s watching Mari.” Answered Kate, “He’s… going through losing Gabe.”

“You don’t have to speak like I’m going to go crazy.” Said David, returning to the group, gently cradling the new born, “There’re signs for a school nearby, hopefully, we can have separate rooms to sleep in soon.”

“If it’s clear.” Said Clementine, giving him a look as she took the baby from him, “I don’t think Tripp want to deal with another Walker while he’s…”

“Taking a shit.” Finished AJ.

The group stared at the toddler, before Tripp sighed, “Why’re children like sponges?”

STS

Clementine looked around the school grounds, they, somehow, managed to get the people to let them in. Apparently, they survived since the outbreak, with the help of the school Nurse, Clarissa Martin. Unsurprisingly, she and Conrad hit it off and the residents slowly came around to them, especially since they managed to drive off those raiders that’s started giving them grief.

“So,” Louis leaned against a wall next to her, as the group sat around a fire, “Do you want to talk about that day?”

“It’s pretty sickening.” Warned Clementine, “But, we might as well. You see, David and I we were part of this group, called the New Frontier. I was kicked out for taking some medicine for AJ and David found out that the New Frontier was raiding and stealing from other communities, one of which being the Saviors.”

Clementine swallowed, “They were led by this man, Negan. He followed the who ‘eye for an eye’ approach. So, when he found out that the New Frontier had stolen from him and killed some of his men, he decided to settle the score.”

STS *Flashback*

He raised his bat, as Clementine tried to move to stop him. As he brought his bat down on Ava’s head, Clementine was shoved to the ground and had her left hand struck by a Savior’s machete.

Negan continued to beat Ava over the head, until she collapsed forwards and Negan smashed her head into a bloody pulp of shattered bone, brains and teeth. Clementine grasped at her bloody wrist, with one of Negan’s followers making sure she watched the beating, tears running down her face.

“Whoo!” Yelled Negan, stepping away, “Now that—”

David rushed forwards and punched him, making Negan stumble back and laugh.

“Ooh,” Negan touched his face, “that was uncalled for.” Negan looked down, “Now, I’ve got to show you that there are consequences to your actions.”

Without any warning, Negan brought Lucielle down on Javi’s head. Kate let out a short scream, as Negan gave another blow, making one of Javi’s eyes pop out of its socket.

“Oh, god!” Negan laughed, “Look at this gross shit!”

Javi tried to speak, turning to Kate, getting a laugh from Negan, before he brought Lucielle down on Javi’s head again. Kate screamed and cried and pleaded, as Javi’s skull split open and Lucielle pulled his brain out, killing him.

Negan looked around, as Kate started screaming herself hoarse, “You know what, I don’t think that does it. Kill half of ‘em.”

Almost immediately, the Saviors gunned down half of the residents of Richmond, leaving the remaining line up member in steadily growing puddles of blood, with Kate trying to get Javi to speak to her, despite his head being destroyed.

STS

“He didn’t kill any children,” Said Kate, “but, he made his mark.”

“We had a friend, Eleanor, she seemed to think that Richmond could be saved.” Tripp continued, “We left her behind and haven’t looked back since.”

“What about that Gabe guy AJ mentioned?” Asked Tenn, making Clementine look down.

“He was David’s son and…” Kate glanced at Clementine, “and Clementine’s boyfriend. He got bit on the back of the next while looking for supplies about three or four weeks ago and…had to be put down.”

“Whoa.” Muttered Louis, “So…It was a horrible few days for you?”

“That’s the understatement of the century.” Muttered Clementine, as Mari started fussing.

“Are you still thinking of moving on or…” Violet looked around, “because it’d be nice to have all of you around.”

Clementine and her group shared a look.

“Yeah,” David spoke, “We’ll stay.”

Next Story: What if the Bandits captured the Motel group? (TW: Rape/Non-Con, somewhat Graphic Violence and homophobic language)

[mohish-ko]

★ Hear evil, See evil, Warn of evil

[morgangalaxy43]

The Avengers 2012 era was the best time ever in the fandom

Thor loves pop tarts, Clint lived in the vents, Bruce and Tony did science together, Steve was the mom friend of the team and did art in his free time, Natasha was cool aunt of the team, Loki was there too and a bunch of other characters like Peter, Sam, Bucky, Vision and Wanda all lived in the Avengers tower together

It was a much simpler time where everyone in the fandom was chill and having fun together

[smerfols]

Bunch of sketches themed "me and bro when we instalock DPS on marvel rivals"

[hurtspideyparker]

If Civil War didn't end in divorce and everyone lived together Part 2

Read Part 1 and Part 3

Tony: Why is Underoos mopping the ceiling?

Sam: Told him since he's sticky that's his chore

Bucky: It's only fair he helps out around the house

Tony: Hm. Makes sense

-

Vision cooked dinner:

Peter: *pushing around food to make it look eaten*

Natasha: *surreptitiously spitting into napkin*

Steve: *taking small bites with tons of water*

Bucky: *just stares at full plate*

Tony: Well this is disgusting, I'm ordering pizza

-

Sam: C'mon man stop moping around, you gotta get yourself a girl

Bucky: Ok.

Sam: Ok? Okayyyyy! I know-

Bucky: Give me your phone

Sam: Oh you got a number in mind already hotshot? *hands phone over*

Bucky: *ring* Hi Sarah ;)

Sam: BOY-

-

Peter: Ned thought you would seperate your colours from your lights but he also thought you'd be homophobic so I don't pay him much mind cuz clearly I'm more of a superhero expert than him but he does have a 2% better average than me in history so like maybe you do hand wash your clothes and that's why I asked what underwear you wear because-

Steve: *listening intently with apprehension and alarm*

Natasha: I can't believe you found the one person on Earth who talks more nonsense than you

Tony: I know right, it's incredibly unnerving. I'm planning on adopting him

-

Peter: Mr. Stark I have to tell you something. I think Vision is a... *whispers* pervert

Tony: Um, why?

Peter: He keeps floating through my room without knocking! He saw me changing, he saw my nipples !

Tony: Well if anyone's a predator here it would be you. I mean showing your nipples to a 2 year old? Deplorable.

Peter:

Peter: Oh god, I'm the pervert...

-

Bucky: Y'know animosity isn't good between teammates. I think we should spend more time together

Sam: Am I being punked right now? Where's the camera

Bucky: I'm serious. I think it would be healthy for us to bond

Sam: Okay fine I'll bite... what did you have in mind

Bucky: Wanna go for a run?

Sam: *slams door in Bucky's face*

-

*staring at Bucky's sparkly clean metal arm*

Bucky: Dishwasher?

Peter: Dishwasher :)

(later that day)

Bucky: I've decided to let the child live

Peter: YoU wHaT?!

-

Thwip

Tony: Who took my coffee cup, It was right here

Thwip

Bruce: Um, has someone seen my book? I just had it

Thwip

Steve: I could've sworn I was holding a pen a moment ago

*giggling from the ceiling*

Tony: Young man I will take those webshooters away if you use them for shenanigans and rascality

Peter, muffled: Mr. Hawkeye told me to!

Clint: Oh so you're just gonna rat me out like that?

Peter: Sor- OOF

*falls out of ceiling vent*

-

Sam: You're in my spot

Bucky: There are no spots, it's a common area

Sam: Well that's my spot

Bucky: Did you buy the chair??

Sam: No, but everyone knows that's where I sit. Right Steve?

Steve: Oops I forgot something in my car, be right back *leaves*

Sam: Still my spot

Bucky: Still not

Sam: *sits on him*

Bucky: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU ALL THE COUCHES ARE FREE-

Sam: IT'S MY SPOT YOU CAN'T TAKE A MAN'S FAVOURITE CHAIR-

BUCKY: YOU HAVE ISSUES GET OFF ME-

(one hour later)

Steve: Hey so turns out I don't have a car! Isn't that funn...

Sam & Bucky: *Squeezed awkwardly on the chair together*

Steve: I think I left something in my car

-

Steve: Leave the bedroom door open when you have Vision in there

Wanda: UGH you're so protective

Tony: Teenagers, am I right? Caught Pete reassembling my particle accelerator at midnight because he needed to neutralize a miniature nuclear bomb he nabbed off some guy he neglected to tell me was trying to kill him

Steve:

Steve: Wanda y'know what do whatever you want

Wanda: Really?

Steve: Yes just keep being normal. At least I can read about our issues in a parenting book

-

Thor: Ah, new warriors I see! Good to make all your acquaintance. But why are you so grumpy my friend?

Bucky: *glaring*

Peter: He's always like that. It's um, P- P- PMS? Wait -

Natasha: Yes it's PMS

Wanda: He's got it bad

Steve: *genuinely concerned* Bucky you didn't tell me something was wrong. What can I do to help?

Bucky:

Bucky: I like chocolate

-

Wanda: Welcome to the first annual girls night! This place reeks of men, so I thought we needed some women time

Pepper: Why is Vision here?

Wanda: I get sad when he's gone

Natasha: Why is Pietro here?

Pietro: Slay queens

Wanda: Moral support I think

Maria: Why is Peter here?

Wanda: He looked really upset when I said he wasn't included and I felt bad

Wanda: Anyways... yay girls! Who wants me to paint their nails?

Peter: ME ME ME

-

Steve: Pancakes or waffles?

Natasha: Pancakes

Steve: Good because I don't have a waffle maker

Natasha: Then why would you ask-

Steve: It's important for your voice to be heard, as team leader I value your opinion

*2 minutes later*

Steve: Good morning Clint, pancakes or waffles?

Clint: Waffles

Steve: Oh no.

-

Some of these were based on requests (ex. more Sam & Bucky, dad Steve w/ Wanda) so if you have certain dynamics you enjoy let me know !

[vyynn]

Tony, texting in the avengers group chat: Good morning people!

Thor: Morning human

Clint: Good morning

Steve: Good Morning!

Bruce: good morning.

Natasha: Good morningg

Tony: You guys are boring, spice it up a bit for God's sake.

Bucky: I hope you mfs fall off a rooftop and die.

Bucky: Not Steve though, good morning Steve.

[paanmoxi]

they put them on a mission together

[skewiie]

[urdreamydoodles]

MARVEL COMICS CHARACTERS x FEM!READER

Marvel Comics Characters Receiving a Dirty Picture from You in Public

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Thor, Loki, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Bucky Barnes, Matthew Murdock, Frank Castle, Marc Spector, Johnny Storm, Reed Richards, Felicia Hardy, Stephen Strange, Namor, Johnny Blaze, Eddie Brock / Venom, T'Challa & Elektra Natchios

God, I love Marvel Comics...

Peter Parker aka. Spider-Man

Peter has been through a lot. He’s fought villains, lost people he’s loved, and carried the weight of responsibility since he was a kid. But nothing—not Venom, not Doctor Octopus, not the Green Goblin—has ever hit him as hard as opening his phone and seeing you.

He’s perched upside-down on a fire escape, mid-stakeout with Daredevil, when his phone buzzes. He barely glances at it at first, assuming it’s an update from MJ or the Bugle. But then—his Spidey-Sense misfires. His stomach drops. And suddenly, he’s scrambling so fast that he almost falls off the fire escape.

“...Parker?” Matt’s voice is suspicious, brow furrowing beneath the red mask. Peter clutches his phone like a lifeline, heat rushing to his face, his entire body going rigid. “Uh—nope! Nothing’s wrong! Totally fine! Just, uh—gotta—go!” Before Matt can say another word, Peter web-slings away, heart pounding.

Later, in his apartment, he stares at the image, biting his lip so hard he might draw blood. Then, fumbling with his phone, he types back: You cannot just drop this on me in the middle of a mission. I almost DIED. You’re gonna make it up to me. In person. Immediately.

Tony Stark aka. Iron Man

Tony Stark is always the one making people flustered. He’s the king of inappropriate timing, the grandmaster of chaos. So when you flip the game on him? When you send him something completely indecent while he’s in the middle of a live press conference? Oh, he is in trouble.

He’s mid-sentence, standing in front of a sea of reporters, when his phone vibrates. He glances at it without thinking, because hey, it might be about stock prices or another alien invasion. But no. No, it’s you. In the filthiest pose imaginable.

He visibly freezes. Blinks. Blanches. Then—his brain blue screens. The entire room stares as Tony suddenly cuts off mid-sentence, clears his throat, and forces a smirk that’s absolutely not covering up a crisis. “Uh—ladies and gentlemen, I think that’s enough questions for today.”

The moment he’s offstage, he stumbles into the nearest private room, yanks at his tie, and pulls out his phone like it holds the meaning of life. He types back immediately: Oh, now you’ve done it, sweetheart. I hope you’re home right now, because I’m on my way, and I’m bringing consequences.

Steve Rogers aka. Captain America

Steve is not a prude. He’s been around, he’s seen things. But there’s something about you—about the way you know exactly how to knock the breath from his lungs—that makes him feel like a kid again.

He’s in the middle of a strategy meeting with Sam and Bucky, his shield leaning against the table, when his phone vibrates. He checks it without thinking, eyes flicking down—and then every muscle in his body tenses. His grip on the phone tightens. His ears burn red.

“You good, Rogers?” Bucky gives him a knowing smirk, because he immediately recognizes that look—Steve flustered beyond belief. Steve clears his throat, hard, locking his phone like it’s offended him. “Fine,” he says, voice a little too even. “Let’s, uh—let’s keep going.”

But later, when he’s alone, he exhales deeply, pressing a hand over his face before looking at the image again. Then, with slow deliberation, he types: I hope you know what you just started. Because I don’t break my promises, sweetheart. And I promise—you’re not leaving that bed when I get there.

Thor Odinson aka. God of Thunder

Thor has seen battles, has waged wars across the cosmos, has faced monsters and gods. But when his phone pings—when he sees the absolute sin that you’ve just sent him—he forgets how to breathe.

He is in the middle of the Avengers’ common room, laughing boisterously with Bruce and Natasha, when he pulls out his phone. He expects something simple—a text from his brother, perhaps, or a message from Jane. But instead? Instead, he sees you.

The entire room feels it when Thor’s laughter stops. There is a moment—just a beat of silence—before the lights flicker. The air crackles with static electricity. His fingers twitch around the phone, and then, in a low, very serious voice, he mutters, “By the Norns…”

Natasha raises an eyebrow, but Thor abruptly stands, clearing his throat. “I must depart. Urgently.” Bruce frowns. “What? Why?” Thor barely offers an explanation before storming out of the room, typing furiously: You dare tempt the God of Thunder? Very well, little one. You shall learn what it means to summon a storm.

Loki Laufeyson aka. God of Mischief

Loki is the undisputed master of control. He is calm, composed, always one step ahead of everyone else. But when you send him something so shameless, so brazen, in the middle of an important diplomatic event in Asgard—he nearly drops his goblet of wine.

He’s reclining on his throne, listening to some dull ambassador drone on about trade negotiations, when his phone vibrates. He lifts it lazily, expecting nothing of importance—until he sees you.

His entire body goes rigid. His grip tightens around the goblet, the silver denting beneath his fingers. His green eyes darken, and for the first time in centuries, he feels his pulse stutter. The ambassador keeps talking, oblivious, but Loki? Loki is seething.

Later, in his chambers, he lounges on his bed, turning the phone over in his fingers before smirking. Then, with slow, careful precision, he types: You dare tease the God of Mischief? Oh, darling, you are in such trouble. And you know how much I enjoy trouble.

Clint Barton aka. Hawkeye

Clint Barton is used to chaos. He’s fought alien invasions, taken down crime syndicates, and, most impressively, lived in a house with three dogs and somehow survived. But nothing—not the Avengers, not S.H.I.E.L.D., not even Kate Bishop’s endless sarcasm—could have prepared him for this.

He’s in the middle of a debriefing with Captain America and Black Widow when his phone vibrates. Normally, he’d ignore it, but boredom gets the better of him. He sneaks a glance, tilting the screen just slightly—and immediately chokes on his coffee.

“Barton?” Natasha’s voice is sharp, her suspicious gaze snapping to him. Steve looks concerned. Clint, on the other hand, is malfunctioning. He quickly locks his phone, pressing it to his thigh like it’s burning him. “Yep. All good. Just… wrong text thread. You know how it is.”

The second he’s alone, he whistles, rubbing a hand down his face before sending a text: You are absolutely trying to kill me, aren’t you? I’m a trained marksman, babe. You know I always hit my target. Hope you’re ready.

Natasha Romanoff aka. Black Widow

Natasha Romanoff is a professional. She’s endured psychological conditioning, trained with the deadliest assassins in the world, and can lie so well that even she forgets what’s real. But when you send her something so utterly filthy, in the middle of a high-stakes poker game with some very dangerous people—she nearly loses her composure.

She’s holding a perfect poker face, one leg crossed over the other, a cigarette between her fingers (purely for effect). Then, her phone buzzes. She never checks her phone during missions, but for some reason, she does this time.

The second she sees the image, her fingers twitch. She almost fumbles her cigarette. Almost. A single slow breath is all that betrays her before she locks the screen and smirks, adjusting her sunglasses to hide the flicker of heat in her gaze.

Later, after she’s won the game (because of course she has), she finally responds: You must be very confident, sending me something like that. I hope you know what happens when I catch my prey, моя любовь (my love). Because I always catch them.

Bucky Barnes aka. Winter Soldier

Bucky is already always on edge. He spent decades being controlled, his mind fractured, his instincts constantly telling him that danger lurks around every corner. But when his phone vibrates in the middle of a mission briefing and he makes the mistake of checking it—he nearly self-destructs.

He’s sitting next to Sam Wilson, arms crossed, trying to focus on the tactical discussion. Then, out of habit, he glances at his phone. And suddenly? His enhanced heartbeat spikes. His grip on the phone tightens, metal fingers creaking.

Sam immediately notices. “Dude. You okay?” Bucky doesn’t answer. He just exhales deeply, jaw clenching, and locks his phone like it’s personally offended him. “Fine,” he mutters, but the way his throat bobs betrays him.

Later, in the privacy of his room, he leans against the wall, pressing his flesh hand over his face before looking at the image again. Then, he types—slow, deliberate, full of promise: You are playing with fire, doll. And you know I don’t burn alone.

Matthew Murdock aka. Daredevil

Matt has learned to control himself. He has to, considering his senses pick up everything. The heartbeat of a liar, the scent of blood, the whisper of fabric against skin. But when he puts in his earpiece during a stakeout with Elektra and hears you—sultry, teasing, wicked—his composure shatters.

Your voice is a purr, warm and full of amusement, as you describe, in explicit detail, exactly what you want to do to him. Every syllable slides into his ear like a sin, and for the first time in years, Matt Murdock forgets how to breathe.

“Murdock.” Elektra’s voice is unimpressed. “Are you even listening?” Matt clenches his jaw, forcing his expression into something neutral as he slowly removes the earpiece. “Yeah,” he lies, his voice way too tight. “Loud and clear.” But his fingers twitch, betraying him.

Later, alone in his apartment, he plays the message again. And again. Until his own heartbeat is thunderous in his ears. Then, with a slow smirk, he records his reply—his voice low, gravelly, barely more than a rasp: Angel, you have no idea what you’ve just done. And I promise—you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.

Frank Castle aka. The Punisher

Frank Castle does not fluster. He’s a man who’s seen the worst of the world, a soldier who has lost everything. He does not get distracted. But when he’s sitting in the middle of a grimy bar, brooding over a whiskey, and his phone vibrates—everything stops.

He checks it absently, expecting intel from Micro or maybe a warning from Daredevil. But instead, he gets you. And just like that, his grip on the glass tightens. His jaw locks. His entire body tenses, muscles coiled, because you have just sent him something so utterly indecent that he has to set his whiskey down before he crushes the glass.

The bartender notices. “You good, man?” Frank barely glances up, his fingers white-knuckled around his phone. “Fine,” he mutters, voice rough. He shoves his phone back in his pocket and downs the rest of his drink in one go.

Later, in the dead of night, he finally lets himself look at the picture again. He exhales, rubbing a hand over his face, before sending a single message: You think you’re real cute, huh? Yeah. Keep that same energy when I get home. See if you’re still smirking when I’ve got my hands on you.

Marc Spector aka. Moon Knight

Marc has lived multiple lives. A mercenary. A vigilante. A fist of vengeance. But the moment his phone vibrates in the middle of a stakeout, and he sees you—he nearly blows his own cover.

He’s perched on a rooftop, watching a weapons deal go down, his mind sharp and focused. Then, out of habit, he checks his phone. His breath hitches. His grip tightens around the device, and he has to physically restrain himself from groaning. Khonshu’s voice rumbles in his mind: "Your mortal desires are distracting, Spector." Marc grits his teeth. "Yeah, no shit."

“Something wrong?” Jake’s voice purrs from inside his head, amused. “She send you something nice, hermano?” Marc rolls his eyes, exhaling sharply before locking his phone. “Mind your damn business.” But his pulse is thundering.

Later, back at his apartment, he leans against the wall, staring at the image before typing: You have no idea what you’ve just done. Hope you’re home. Hope you’re ready.

Johnny Storm aka. Human Torch

Johnny Storm is used to attention. He thrives on it. He’s a celebrity, a hero, a walking flame. But when you send him something scandalous in the middle of a live television interview, even he isn’t ready for it.

He’s laughing, flashing his signature cocky grin at the camera, when his phone buzzes. He checks it without thinking—because hey, it might be Sue yelling at him again—but instead, it’s you. In the filthiest pose imaginable.

Johnny visibly chokes. His entire body tenses. For the first time ever, he forgets what he was saying. The interviewer blinks. “Uh… Johnny?” His brain short-circuits. His face heats—literally. The tips of his ears ignite before he clenches his fists and forces himself to not spontaneously combust on live television.

The second the interview is over, he’s sprinting to his dressing room, slamming the door shut and typing frantically: Ohhh, you are in trouble. You’re really trying to set me on fire, huh? Hope you’re home, babe, ‘cause I’m flying over. Right. Now.

Reed Richards aka. Mister Fantastic

Reed Richards is a genius. His mind is constantly working at speeds beyond human comprehension. But when he’s mid-lecture at a prestigious scientific conference and his phone vibrates—his brilliant mind suddenly goes blank.

He absently checks his phone, half-expecting an alert from the Baxter Building. But instead, it’s you. Wearing almost nothing.

For a solid ten seconds, he is frozen. His eyes slightly widen. His fingers twitch. And then, very slowly, he locks his phone and clears his throat. “Ah—excuse me, esteemed colleagues, but I must—um—attend to an urgent matter.”

Later, he adjusts his glasses, staring at the image with a fascinated, almost scientific appreciation. Then, with methodical precision, he types: You are a very distracting woman. I will be conducting an… in-depth study on you as soon as I return. Expect a thorough examination.

Felicia Hardy aka. Black Cat

Felicia Hardy is a master of seduction. She flusters men for fun. But when she’s in the middle of a high-stakes casino heist, and you send her something utterly indecent, even she loses her composure.

She’s leaning against the bar, sipping an expensive martini, eyes locked on her mark. Then, her phone buzzes. She lazily checks it, expecting an update from her crew. But instead? Instead, she sees you.

Her eyelashes flutter. Her lips part just slightly. And for the first time in years, her poker face cracks. The bartender—oblivious—raises an eyebrow. “Everything okay, miss?” Felicia exhales, smirking as she locks her phone. “Oh, it’s better than okay.”

Later, she lounges on silk sheets, staring at the picture before purring into her phone: You really think you can tease me, kitten? Oh, sweetheart… you just made a very expensive bet. And I never lose.

Stephen Strange aka. Doctor Strange

Stephen Strange is not easily shaken. He’s fought cosmic horrors, bent reality, and wielded power beyond mortal comprehension. But when he’s in the middle of a magical duel with Dormammu, and you send him a sinfully explicit picture—he almost loses.

He’s mid-incantation, floating above the Sanctum’s rooftop, when his phone vibrates. Normally, he’d ignore it—except something in the back of his mind tells him it’s you. He flicks his fingers, glancing at the screen—and immediately regrets it.

His spell stutters. His fingers twitch. The fabric of reality briefly warps. Wong, standing below, yells, “What the hell was that?!” Stephen clenches his jaw, locking his phone immediately before snapping his wrist and repairing the timeline. “Nothing,” he mutters. “Absolutely nothing.”

The moment the battle is over, he retreats into his study, loosening his Cloak, before typing: You dare distract the Sorcerer Supreme? You have no idea what you’ve just unleashed, darling. And I do hope you’re prepared for consequences beyond mortal comprehension.

Namor aka. The Sub-Mariner

Namor is a king. He does not answer to anyone. He has waged war against the surface world, stood against the mightiest heroes, and commands the loyalty of an entire empire. But when he is seated on his throne, discussing politics with his council, and his communicator vibrates—everything else becomes irrelevant.

He glances down, expecting a diplomatic missive. Instead, he is greeted by you—a vision of temptation, captured in a way that only he has the privilege to see. His grip on the communicator tightens, his lips parting slightly. The light of the display reflects in his dark, narrowed eyes.

The council drones on, but Namor hears nothing. His golden gauntlets flex, his knuckles tightening as his jaw sets. A slow, deliberate exhale is all that betrays his reaction. But those closest to him—his most trusted generals—see the flicker of something dangerous in his expression. A storm, barely contained.

Later, as he stands upon his balcony, overlooking the endless ocean, he types a single response: You seek to tempt a king, my love? Then be prepared for the wrath of a god. When next we meet, you will drown in my devotion.

Johnny Blaze aka. Ghost Rider

Johnny Blaze has seen Hell—literally. He has ridden across the desolate highways of damnation, stared into the abyss, and laughed. But when he’s sitting in a biker bar, nursing a whiskey and half-listening to some guy ramble about the Devil, his phone vibrates. And when he checks it—he nearly sets the whole place on fire.

The image of you is burned into his mind, seared into his soul. He sucks in a slow breath through his teeth, his fingers tightening around the glass. His knuckles go white. Somewhere deep inside, the Spirit of Vengeance chuckles.

“Something wrong, Blaze?” One of the other bikers eyes him warily. Johnny forces a smirk, setting his whiskey down before he crushes the glass in his grip. “Nah,” he rasps, his voice a little too rough. “Just realized I got… unfinished business to take care of.”

Later, on his Hellfire-coated bike, he sends a text: You got a real bad habit of making me wanna sin, sweetheart. And I promise—I’ll make sure you repent. Over. And over.

Eddie Brock & Venom aka. Venom

Eddie Brock has been through hell. He’s fought monsters, been one himself, lost everything, and still kept going. But nothing—not a damn thing—could prepare him for the absolute carnage of getting that picture from you in the middle of a crowded subway.

He’s scrolling through his phone absentmindedly, Venom muttering in his head about wanting tater tots, when the image loads. For a solid five seconds, he is completely still. Then—

“Eddie.” Venom’s voice rumbles, amused. “Your mate is very… bold. We approve.” Eddie, red-faced, slams his phone against his chest like that’ll somehow erase what just happened. “Jesus Christ,” he mutters, eyes darting around to make sure no one saw. A teenager across from him raises an eyebrow.

Later, when he’s alone, he finally lets himself look at the picture again. A slow, predatory grin spreads across his face as he types back: Oh, you think you’re being cute, huh? Yeah. Just wait till I get my hands on you. Hell, maybe we’ll even let Venom have a little fun, too.

T’Challa aka. Black Panther

T’Challa is a king, a warrior, a legend. His mind is a fortress, his will unshakable. But when he is seated in the royal palace of Wakanda, surrounded by dignitaries, and his Kimoyo Beads alert him to a personal message—his focus wavers.

He allows himself a discreet glance. And in that moment? His heart skips a single beat. His fingers—steady even in the heat of battle—tighten just slightly around his beads. His expression does not change. But to those who know him well—Okoye, Shuri—they notice the subtlest flicker of something dangerous in his eyes.

Shuri smirks. “Brother,” she murmurs, leaning in. “You look… distracted.” T’Challa exhales deeply, locking the message with a casual flick of his fingers. “I am merely… anticipating a conversation.”

Later, when he is alone, he reviews the picture once more, fingers grazing his jaw before he types: You are testing my patience, beloved. And you know I am a man of great discipline. But for you? I am willing to break my own rules. Expect me soon.

Elektra Natchios aka. Elektra

Elektra Natchios does not fluster. She has slit the throats of kings, danced on the edge of oblivion, and played cat-and-mouse with death itself. But when she is sharpening her sai on the rooftop of a New York high-rise and her phone buzzes—her grip falters.

The blade nicks her glove. Barely. But it happens. Her lips part in a slow, dangerous smirk as she tilts the phone toward the moonlight, drinking in the absolute audacity of your message.

“Something amusing?” A voice—a rival assassin, lurking in the shadows. Elektra does not answer. She merely tucks her phone away, standing smoothly, her stance lethal. “Yes,” she purrs. “Something… very amusing.”

Later, as she leans against the window of her penthouse, she finally sends a reply: You are so very reckless, my love. And I do enjoy breaking reckless little things.

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cooking up a Hawkeye takes home another brainwashed Russian Assassin AU

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do you think he sent that picture to bucky

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The Walking Dead Game What Ifs: What if Clem found out AJ was at McCarroll Ranch before she met Javi?

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What if Clem found out AJ was at McCarroll Ranch before she met Javi? Prompt Submitted by Worker72 on AO3

Clementine quietly walked along the dust covered road. Her mind was on AJ, she should’ve fought harder to keep him. Ava had given her some supplies, as well as the drawing he’d done. Sighing, Clementine looked around, before walking over to a small clearing. Deciding it was safe enough for her to get some sleep, she dropped herself down on the ground, silently taking AJ’s drawing out of the bag Ava had given her.

The drawing was a mess of squiggles, Clementine couldn’t discern what they were supposed to be, but she stared at it intently, before she idly flipped the piece of paper over, revealing a note.

He’s going to McCarroll Ranch – D.

Clementine blinked. One. Twice. McCarroll Ranch wasn’t far, hell, it was just a couple hours walk from where she was currently. Clementine jumped to her feet and continued down the road, before breaking into a run.

C

Clementine found getting into McCarroll Ranch was easy. She found some car keys and located the car they belonged to. She’d managed to get some guns and supplies into the car without being noticed. Quietly ducking her head into rooms, she found a lot of sleeping children, but none of them were AJ. Frowning, Clementine wondered if David’s note was lying, before she ducked behind a cabinet as a couple of people walked past.

“That kid is terrifying,” Said a man in a beanie, “why did the guys ask us to look after him.”

“He’s been sick.” Shrugged another, “I’m just glad that Helen has him in time out, away from the other kids.”

Clementine frowned, slinking out of her hiding place and looked at the doors. Each door had a small sign saying what it was for. Clementine finally found the door that said Time out room, and quietly pushed the door open. She could hear the sound of a toddler throwing a tantrum, she didn’t need to listen long to know it was AJ. Looking around the room, Clementine spotted a woman asleep in the corner. Quickly and quietly, Clementine snuck across the room and crouched down in front of the toddler. She smiled as he started to calm down, before his crying started up again. Frowning, Clementine picked AJ up, only for something to drop off him producing the foulest stench she’d ever smelt.

Looking down, Clementine located the source of the smell. AJ’s pants and diaper had come off, scowling she held AJ out and looked him over. They’d left him to sit in his own filth and they were saying he was trouble? Looking around the room, Clementine spotted some diapers and some clean clothes roughly AJ’s size. Quickly walking over, Clementine cleaned him up, dressed him and started calming him down. Quickly making sure the woman was still asleep; Clementine grabbed a bag and stuffed the baby stuff into it.

Without anyone noticing, Clementine hurried back to the car, carefully put AJ in and drove away. Leaving the people to find AJ’s dirty clothes and some weapons, supplies and a car missing.

C

Clementine finally managed to find Prescott, AJ was asleep, and she’d managed to get them entry. A woman, Eleanor, was checking them both over. AJ, somehow, managed to sleep through being manhandled, although Eleanor frowned at the rash he had.

“So,” the leader of the community, Tripp, “you got separated from your boy, found him again and came here.”

Clementine nodded, “I know it doesn’t sound very believable.”

“The dead getting up and walking doesn’t sound very believable,” Scoffed Tripp, “a kid knowing how to drive doesn’t sound very believable. Trust me, your story about your journey probably the most believable thing I’ve heard in a while.”

“What condition did you find him in?” Asked Eleanor, as AJ let out a small snore.

“He was in timeout because he was ‘misbehaving’,” Clementine gave air quotes, “they’d left him to sit in his own shit so long that his diaper fell off when I picked him up.”

Eleanor frowned, before handing AJ over to Clementine, “He’s got a rash, but that should go down in time. Any other issued can be fixed by some food and sleep.”

Clementine tried to give Eleanor a smile, “Thank you.”

Eleanor blinked at her, “You… er, you might want to get used to smiling, because you look like you’ve stood in a bear trap.”

C

Clementine scowled, she’d gone with a couple other people to an old junk yard with the plan on finding a vehicle in decent enough condition and using it to help guard Prescott. Instead, they found a girl hiding in a car and Clementine got flattened by one of the guys from Prescott landing on her after they were shot at. Clementine, the surviving guy from Prescott, and the girl, who gave her name as Mariana quickly got behind a car, with Clementine and the guy, Gus, returned fire. Clementine recognised them as New Frontier, taking the opportunity to nail Badger in the face. She continued firing at the other grunts, before her gun clicked twice. She pulled the trigger a third time and the gun fired.

“Fucking Eli.” Cursed Gus, as a bullet hit him in the neck.

Grabbing his gun, Clementine killed the last couple of New Frontier grunts. Sighing, Clementine looked at Mariana, “We’ve got to go.”

“Wait, I, I need to get Gabe and Kate.” Said Mariana, running off.

Clementine groaned, before snagging the keys and following after her. Clementine took out some Walkers, allowing a woman and a boy roughly her age to hop out.

“Mari!” Gasped the boy, hugging Mariana, “Thank god you’re okay.”

“Where’s Javi?” Asked the woman, as Clementine walked up to them, “Who’s this?”

“I’m the one that dealt with those Walkers,” Said Clementine, “you’re welcome, by the way.”

“Is Javi with you?” Asked the woman, looking around for someone.

Clementine looked around, “Nope, who’s Javi? Please don’t tell me he’s your dog.”

“Javi’s our uncle.” Said Mariana, “Those guys took him.”

“Oh,” Clementine frowned, “No, he might be at the community I’m from, Prescott’s not far from here.”

The woman looked conflicted, “We… we need gas to get the van to run.”

“What van?” Asked Clementine, frowning.

“They torched the van, Kate.” Said Mariana, looking at Kate, “But, Clementine’s got a truck.”

Kate looked Clementine up and down, before gesturing for the girl to lead them to the truck. Now, Clementine watched as Eleanor checked Kate, Mariana and Gabe over.

“You’re certain that it was the New Frontier?” Asked Tripp, getting a nod from Clementine.

“When I was with them, they didn’t have the numbers to hold onto multiple places.” Said Clementine, “I would’ve thought that the junk yard would’ve come under Richmond’s control. Then again, I spent most of my time in one of their other camps, Richmond itself could be New Frontier for all I know.”

Tripp nodded, looking at their new guests, “Thanks, for not confronting Eli before talking to me. I know you can get carried away when you’re angry.”

Clementine rolled her eyes and walked off, ducking into Conrad’s bar and finding AJ, who had a jar of, what Clementine hoped was, red paint. Looking him over, Clementine looked at Conrad, “What happened?”

“It’s tomato sauce.” Said Conrad, “I was hoping to use it, but he took off with it.”

AJ messily stuffed a fist into his mouth, freezing and looking up as Clementine loomed over him.

“Okay, Goofball,” Clementine picked him up, “you’re getting a bath.”

AJ suddenly started wriggle, whining and starting the throes of a tantrum, before he hit Clementine in the face. Clementine stopped walking, as AJ stared up at her, sighing, Clementine looked down at AJ, tomato sauce smeared on her face. AJ continued to stare up at her, before he started whining again, letting out hiccups, and AJ started to full on bawl. Frowning, Clementine adjusted him and checked him over. Sighing, Clementine grabbed the baby bag and continued to a bathing area near Tripp’s office.

Kate watched the girl walking off with a crying toddler, as Eleanor tutted, “What?”

“Clementine needs to get him on a tighter leash.” Said Eleanor, “He acts like he’s spoilt.”

Kate frowned, as Tripp snorted, “You know that’s bullshit. We all saw her control him with a look.”

“How old is she?” Asked Kate, looking at them.

“Thirteen or fourteen.” Shrugged Tripp, “Don’t know how she got a hold of the kid, but she cares for him.”

“I think he’s playing it up,” Said Eleanor, as AJ screamed, “he wants attention, doesn’t want to something, he’s caught doing something he shouldn’t—”

“OW!” Clementine’s voice echoed over to them, followed by a smack and AJ throwing a tantrum.

“She needs to spank that brat some more.” Muttered a guy walking past them.

Kate looked around, before frowning, “Where’s Gabe?”

Over in the bathing area, Clementine sighed. Thankfully, AJ always calmed down when he was in the water. Glancing as her hand, Clementine winced, before grabbing a rag, “Do you wanna tell me what happened, Goofball?”

AJ stared up at her, obviously feigning stupidity.

“AJ, you know that’s not going to work on me.” Deadpanned Clementine, looking at him, “I know you can talk.”

AJ huffed and splashed the water around.

Sighing, Clementine ran the wet rag over AJ’s face.

“Clem.” Whined AJ, giving her a reproachful look.

Clementine raised her eyebrows at him, “You’ve got food in your hair. Do you want to deal with maggots?”

AJ shook his head.

“Then let me clean you.” Said Clementine, simply, as she pulled a piece of tomato out of AJ’s hair.

After she finished cleaning the toddler, Clementine turned around to grab a towel. Which was enough time for AJ to run off, giggling as Clementine gave chase. He rounded a corner and ran into someone’s legs, giving Clementine a chance to cover him with the towel. AJ started wriggling, ready to start throwing a tantrum, only to stop at the look Clementine gave him.

“I’m sorry about him.” Apologised Clementine, looking at the guy AJ ran into, “Gabe, right?”

Gabe nodded, “Er, no problem. How old is he?”

Clementine glanced at AJ, “Almost three.”

AJ glared up at Gabe, getting a sigh from Clementine, “AJ.”

AJ huffed, before there was a loud bang on Prescott’s gate. Sighing, Clementine walked back to the bathing area and dressing AJ, “Look, I know you don’t like new people, but if you keep acting out, I’ll stop going on supply runs.”

AJ grinned, getting a glare from Clementine, “No, AJ. That’s not a good thing, it means I’ll be watching you like a hawk. You won’t be able to explore, you won’t be able to play for more than an hour, you won’t be able eat what you want. You’ll be staying within my eyesight at all times, until I’m satisfied that you can behave yourself while I have someone else watching you. Do you understand?”

AJ gave Clementine a hesitant nod, his smile falling, “Okay.”

Clementine sighed, “AJ, you have to behave yourself, I don’t want to take those things from you, but I’ll take them if you keep misbehaving. Okay?”

AJ nodded, as Clementine stood up.

C

Javi stared at David’s back as the man talked to the guy in charge of Prescott. He had an unexpected reunion with his brother, which was made tense when David found out that Javi had been stealing from the junkyard David’s group owned.

He spotted Mariana and Kate, before Gabe appeared with a girl in a dirty hat carrying a baby. The girl’s face soured, before walking over to them. David looked at the girl and the baby, “Clementine.”

“What’re you doing here?” Asked Clementine, frowning, “I thought the New Frontier didn’t go this far out.”

“Javi said my wife and kids were in a junkyard near here.” Said David, getting a sigh from Clementine.

“Yeah, they had Badger shooting at them, he killed the two guys I was with.” Said Clementine, “We were looking for anything that could help keep the Walkers out.”

David frowned, before nodding, “Okay.” He looked around and his eyes settled on Gabe, “Gabe.” David rushed over to the boy, with Clementine giving Tripp a funny look.

C

David had left with his family, taking them to Richmond. David and Ava had turned up a week later with about a dozen people, saying they were redirecting a massive herd of Walkers. Clementine frowned as she looked through her binoculars.

“Have you given Joan’s offer any thought?” Asked Ava, making Clementine look up at her.

“Not really.” Said Clementine, going back to looking at the herd, “Kinda surprised it was even made.”

“You’ve matured Clem,” Said Ava, “the council—what the hell?!”

Clementine watched in horror as the herd changed direction and hit Prescott. She heard Tripp, Conrad, Javi and David join them.

“No.” Gasped Conrad, before he started rushing towards Prescott.

Clementine scrambled to her feet and ran after him, before they knew it, they reached Prescott. The Walkers had cleared out and many of their friends were lying dead and devoured on the ground. Feeling her throat get tight, Clementine ran around, looking for survivors. They found Francine and Eleanor, while Clementine ran to where she left AJ. Skidding to a halt, Clementine looked into the room, taking out a couple of Walkers, looking for any sign of AJ.

Then she heard it. A sniffle and a small sob, spotting a cupboard, Clementine ran over and wrenched the doors open. AJ sat curled into a ball, sniffling a rocking back and forth. Sighing, Clementine gently touched his arm, getting a flinch from him.

“AJ,” Said Clementine, softly, “it’s me.”

“I-I-I-I’m-m s-s-sor-r-ry.” Bawled AJ, “I-I-I-I d-did-d-dn’t m-mean t-t-to!”

Clementine frowned, before looking around, aside from the mess made by the Walkers, nothing seemed out of place. Clementine heard Eleanor and David enter the room.

“Is he alright?” Asked David, as Clementine continued to look around the room.

“He seems to be,” Answered Clementine, “but he keeps apologising for something.”

“We…” Eleanor looked around, “we were trying to toilet train him when the Walkers hit.”

Clementine frowned, before gently removing AJ from the cupboard, sighing when she saw the stains on his clothes. AJ continued to bawl his eyes out, his voice turning into babbling nonsense, making Clementine adjust him, “AJ. Goofball, look at me.”

AJ hesitantly looked at Clementine, the girl sighing at the mixture of fear, embarrassment and shame on his face.

“You have nothing to apologise for,” Said Clementine, firmly, “you were scared and there were Walkers. It’s not your fault.”

AJ hiccupped, as Clementine hugged him.

“You might want to clean yourself up.” Said Javi, from the doorway.

“I’ve walked around covered head to toe in Walker guts.” Said Clementine, throwing a glare at him as she picked AJ up, “Besides, it’ll wash off. Okay?”

AJ gave her a small nod, as they left the room.

C

Clementine quietly cleaned AJ up in the quarantine area in Richmond, David had managed to get a small bath and some new clothes down so Clementine would clean AJ. AJ quietly sniffled as Clementine washed him, she thought she heard someone come up behind her.

“How’s he doing?” Asked Conrad, making Clementine look around at him.

“I think the Walkers really scared him.” Said Clementine, turning and grabbing a towel. She started to get up, only to realise that AJ hadn’t moved. Sighing, Clementine dried him off, dressed him and picked him up, the toddler gripping tight to Clementine as she walked around the room, burying his face in her chest.

“Clementine.” David’s voice came from the doorway, “You’ve been okayed.”

Clementine nodded at him, carefully adjusting AJ as she walked past. Wincing as the light hit her, Clementine wandered around, absently bouncing AJ as she walked. She thought she heard Max arguing about something with someone, she thought she heard something about raiders or raiding. David had mentioned finding people who survived the attack on Wellington, and that there were people who mentioned three other cities that survived the outbreak, so maybe it had something to do with that.

Deciding that it wasn’t her problem, Clementine walked into the hospital, wincing slightly when she felt a stab of pain in her abdomen. Exhaling, Clementine continued on her way until she reached Lingard’s office. Pushing the door open, she saw Lingard going over some things with Eleanor.

“Clementine.” Lingard noticed her presence, “Do you need something?”

“Yeah,” Clementine awkwardly shifted, “AJ’s gotten… clingy, since Prescott. I was wondering if you had anything that could help him.”

Lingard frowned, before walking over to Clementine and AJ. After some coaxing, and gentle reassurances from Clementine, AJ was sitting on one of the beds.

“Eleanor said he was being toilet trained when the herd hit,” Said Lingard, “and that he was embarrassed about having an accident.”

Clementine nodded, “He’s had them before, but he’s never reacted like this.”

“But none of them were when a herd overran us.” Said Eleanor, as AJ started whining, “I know I’d behave differently if I was halfway through something, and Walkers attacked.”

Clementine frowned, as AJ started hiccupping. AJ’s hiccups turned into small sobs, before turning into loud wails. Stepping forwards, Clementine quickly scooped AJ up, checking the diaper and finding it was dry. Slowly, AJ started to calm down, as Lingard frowned at them.

“In some high stress situations,” Said Lingard, “people will regress to a younger mental as a form of defence. Especially if they were in a vulnerable position. It should pass in time, just try to continue the routine you’d started and, hopefully, he’ll get back to normal soon.”

Clementine nodded, as AJ started chewing her shirt’s collar.

C

Clementine didn’t know what was going on outside the apartment block she’d be placed in, since someone had started yelling about something, but she was trying to coax AJ into walking towards her. AJ had started crawling around and babbling in baby talk, which wasn’t ideal. Especially when he hurt himself and Clementine had to awkwardly check him over, while he bawled and wailed.

“Maybe he needs some motivation.” Said Gabe, getting a flat look from Clementine.

“With what?” Clementine looked at Gabe expectantly, “There isn’t anything here he’d want.”

AJ squealed and rolled onto his back. Sighing, Clementine gave up trying to get AJ to walk. Picking the toddler up, Clementine set him on the couch and walked towards the kitchen. AJ stared after her, before he started to whine, feigning hiccups, getting a flat look from Clementine, “That’s not going to work AJ.”

The toddler stopped and huffed, giving her a scowl and crossing his arms.

“Y’know,” Gabe leaned against the counter, as Mariana, Kata and Javi arrived, “maybe we could find something he likes and use that.”

“Like what?” Asked Clementine, grabbing a bottle of water, “We’ve got flip booming all.”

Everyone stared at Clementine.

“I’m not swearing in front of him.” Stated Clementine, before going through a draw, “At least, I’m not until he’s grown up a bit.”

“I’m hungry.”

Clementine paused, before looking at AJ, “What?”

“I’m hungry.” Repeated AJ, just as his stomach released a loud gurgle.

Sighing, Clementine started checking the cupboards for some food.

C

A few days later, Clementine was looking through a draw when Joan walked in.

“Clementine.” Said Joan, making Clementine look up, “What are you doing here?”

“Lingard’s asleep.” Said Clementine, “Or high, or both and I’ve started bleeding.”

“Where?” Questioned Joan, as Clementine shifted uncomfortably.

“Er,” Clementine coughed, “down… there…”

Joan frowned, before pointing at a draw, “In there.”

Clementine nodded, “Thanks.” Opening the draw and taking some of the pads.

“How’s your boy?” Asked Joan, making Clementine look up, “I heard he had a bad experience with the Walkers.”

“He’s moving past it.” Answered Clementine, “He’s back to normal, for the most part. He’s still getting nightmares about Prescott.” Clementine paused, “He… he said some of the Walkers spoke.”

“Maybe he imagined it.” Said Joan, crossing her arms.

Clementine was quiet, “In my time wandering around, I heard, and saw, Walkers that could climb and use tools. Almost like they evolved or something.”

“Well,” Said Joan, after a moment, “everyone’s safe in Richmond.”

Clementine gave Joan a nod, before leaving. Joan watched after her, she hadn’t ordered Max’s men to lead that herd into Prescott, they’d managed to salvage the supplies and weapons from the community, but they had to take the surviving members in, as not make people suspicious. Some, like Eleanor and Clementine, were assets. Eleanor with her medical experience and Clementine with her experience with Walkers.

She’d initially wanted to fit one of them up for killing Badger, but the man had started to become a liability. Given how he’d gone about killing everyone he came across, he’d almost brought the Saviors down on them, fortunately, Max had managed to stop him. Shaking her head, Joan glanced at Paul and left the room.

C

Clementine frowned from the roof of the apartment block, someone had blown a hole in the wall, letting a massive herd of Walkers into the city. David and Ava had managed to stem the casualties by getting the place locked down.

“Any thoughts, Clem?” Asked Ava, as Clementine looked amongst the dead.

“This is going to screw up all the progress AJ’s made.” Remarked Clementine, “Is Javi’s friend still herding the Walkers?”

“Yeah,” Ava nodded, “Eleanor’s managed to contact Lingard in the hospital.”

“He’s sober?” Snarked Clementine, wincing at the glare Ava gave her, “Sorry.”

“Clint’s safe too,” Continued Ava, “Joan’s missing, though.”

Clementine hummed, “I take it there’s been no word from David.”

“He left with Tripp and Javi, they’re bringing the truck and some stuff to block the hole.” Said Ava, “You did good down there, covering people so they could get inside.”

“I’m just glad I got to pick off some of the Whisperers.” Said Clementine, “You know, for how they all preach about keeping quiet and becoming ‘one with the herd’, they screamed really loudly.”

Ava let out a snort, as a truck and a bulldozer carrying a large vehicle drove towards the hole in the wall. Ava and Clementine started picking off the Walkers in the bulldozer’s way, with Javi and David doing the same from where they were standing on the bulldozer. From their position, they couldn’t see a Walker grab David’s leg, but they did see him fall off the bulldozer.

After plugging up the hole and helping Jesus herd the Walkers out of Richmond, the church’s bell tolled twice, signalling that the threat had passed. Clementine and some others spent the next few hours cleaning up the dead, they found Joan with her throat ripped out, as well as some others. Clementine had to put down a little girl that had been bitten, she recognised her as Rufus and Fern’s daughter, she wasn’t looking forward to breaking the news to the girl’s parents but knew she had to. Ava found David, barely alive with his guts scattered around him. It occurred to Clementine that she never thanked him for telling her where AJ was.

In the following days, Clementine found herself working closely with the council, with Ava filling David’s role and Francine and Conrad filling Joan’s. Clementine, Javi and Tripp were given some leading roles, Javi was in charge of recreational tasks, particularly sports, Tripp was in charge of expansion and repair efforts, while Clementine was tasked with teaching the younger, and some of the older, members of the community how to deal with Walkers. Clementine managed to find some thick clothing, so the supply runners would have some more protection against Walkers while outside Richmond.

In the next couple of years, they’d managed to set up supply/trade routes with Wellington, Portland, Omaha and Philadelphia, as well as set up some satellite communities, reestablishing Prescott in the process. They’d gotten into a ‘war’ with a group called Delta, with Clementine taking a group to West Virginia and stumbling across a group of survivors holed up in their boarding school, losing a leg in the process. They’d managed to end the war, with Clementine discovering that Richmond had fired the first shot. She went back to Richmond, taking a couple of the boarding school survivors with her, and relayed that news to the council. They’d investigated it, leading to Max and some of his guys, revealing that Joan had ordered raids on other communities for their supplies.

After coming to an uneasy peace, with the Coalition of The Kingdom, Alexandria, Hilltop and Oceanside acting as a neutral third party, Delta settled itself in West Virginia and adopted the boarding school as a satellite community. They’d set up supply lines and, were working on setting up phone lines.

Sighing, Clementine glanced over ay AJ, the toddler scribbling on a piece of paper with a crayon. He hadn’t had any of the turns he did when he was younger, which Clementine was happy about, although he’d taken what he’d learnt in the Walker lessons and applied it to people.

“Penny?” Asked Javi, dropping into a seat at the table Clementine was working on.

“Just going over the past few years.” Said Clementine, after a moment before looking at Javi, “Has something happened?”

“No,” Javi shook his head, “just thought I’d drop in.”

Clementine let out an amused huff, “Well, Dan suggested I make a lesson plan for the next few Walker classes, said I shouldn’t be ‘winging it’ to them.”

“He said the same thing to me, too.” Said Javi, glancing at AJ, “Gabe’s going to be out of the hospital in a couple of days.”

“That’s good,” Said Clementine, looking through the notes she’d written, “I get the feeling AJ’s bored without him.”

“Am not!” Protested the toddler, looking up from his scribbles.

“Oh, really?” Clementine raised an eyebrow at AJ.

AJ paused, “Well, maybe a little bit.”

Clementine let out a short laugh, before getting up and limping over to AJ. Javi looked at Clementine’s prosthetic, before sighing. Getting up, bid goodbye to Clementine and AJ and left the apartment, he had his own lessons to plan.

Next Story: What if Howes fell before Carver returned from the ski lodge?

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Hello winterhawk people,, here’s a comic I did two years ago that I never finished!

Enjoy

[woluble]

my offering for the yaoi nation

[smerfols]

Thanks to doctor house for the memes I can redraw

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Mundane Avengers headcanons:

Peter's phone screen is perpetually broken. He doesn't even try to fix it at this point and just reads between the cracks (his friends consider it another superpower)

Tony uses hand lotion and lip balm obsessively. He may forget to eat but his sensory issues won't let him forget his chapped lips

Steve doesn't trust dishwashers, even when Tony explains the science and why they're actually cleaner

Natasha stretches constantly. Whenever she's bored, tired, standing around. The conversation gets dull and the next thing you know she's touching her toes

Bucky is actually very funny but he always has a dry, straight-faced delivery so nobody knows he's joking. He gets sad when no one laughs

Bruce apologizes to inanimate objects when he bumps into them. He bumps into them a lot.

Clint needs reading glasses but he simply refuses this fact and instead squints at everything

Thor loves reality TV but doesn't really understand the concept. Either thinks it's the news or a soap opera. His favourite is Dance Moms

Steve has a piggy bank filled with just pennies and is really proud of it. Tony once gave him a penny from 1918 for his birthday and it is still his favourite present

Peter has a ton of commercials memorized and always repeats them when they come on. Including around others when he can hear them but most people aren't even aware the TV has any volume ("it tastes awful and it works", he says out of nowhere, while the Avengers all stare at him eat another forkful of spaghetti)

Bucky hates being perceived and once almost choked to death in public because he just let himself suffocate for a bit. Silently coughing and panicking

Tony hates Bob Ross. It freaks him out how nice and effortlessly talented he is

Natasha adds hot sauce to everything

Clint usually eats kids cereal for breakfast. Especially the chocolate kinds

Steve makes his bed every morning and silently judges those who don't (Tony)