#demisexual!tony

[politicalprocrastinator]

anyway shoutout to tony gilroy for explicitly addressing the undercurrent of sexual violence and it's fetishisation in star wars

[acebirdofprey]

Am I going to write a 9-1-1/NCIS crossover?

YES!

When will it be set? Post tsunami but no lawsuit (yet!)

Will Buck be a Navy SEAL? Yes, he’s just before the bomb has finished in the reserves.

Tommy? Absolutely! They meet as Tommy left the 118

Buddie? NOT ROMANTIC ONLY PLATONIC! Best friends who are still in contact.

Bobby is the father figure of Buck? DEFINITELY NOT! That is the role of Gibbs.

Is Ana going to be in it? NOPE!

Eddie demisexual? YEP! And he will be getting a boyfriend (Yes from the NCIS cast)

Will team Gibbs not like the 118 fam (minuses Eddie)? Yes!

[pandagirl45]

Tony: *gets dipped by bucky while dancing* *eyes blown wide*...

Bucky: tony, our target is moving out

Tony: target? Oh...! Yeah, yeah *laughs nervously patting his cheeks* let's go Watson haha! 🫠 *stumbles put to find their target*

Bucky:...tony?

[dropofbittersea]

"I'm lost," Stark admits. "Are you secretly marrying Steve without telling him?"

[mx-pokirby]

Arch System Introduction Post

We are Verasillious Pokirby [Lastname], often shortened as Veras We do not use a signifier

One/They/Vae Genderfluid non-binary omnigender godgender pantheon Abrosexual abroromantic

A blend/co-front of all us headmates at once. For Oneself and the other co-fronts, you can infer details.

Steam Backloggd Anilist Ao3

Main System

➕(Plus) - William He/Him Capybara/puppy/rodent-esque amab trans boy Demi-queerplatonic Small & timid pacifist; occasional Little

♦️(Diamond) - Isabelle She/Faer Magical catgirl succubus trans woman Hypersexual omnisexual lesbian Shamelessly lewd flirt

➖(Minus) - Mizzo They/It Genderless force of nature Sex & romance repulsed aro/ace Confrontational & blunt; retaliates if the System is harmed

Sub System

⚖(Scales) - Toni They/Them Non-binary elf Aro/ace Maintains balance among the system; a manager & delegator.

🧠(Brain) - Dexter Any/All Agender slime piloting a mech suit Aro/ace Dedicated to learning & archiving everything

💪(Muscle) - Bruce He/Him Man Bisexual Enjoys building & decorating

🐕‍🦺(Service Dog) - Nitro Any/All Anthropomorphic lavender dog Panromantic Will rush into harm's way for the sake of another non-human life and treasures nature

Co-Fronts

🍃(Leaf) - Vera She/They Bigender girlboygirl Isabelle & William

☯(Yin-Yang) - Vas He/They Demiboy William & Mizzo

🔦(Flashlight) - Vile It/Vaer Nightmare entity of bloodlust Mizzo & Isabelle

[fandom-hoarder]

This is *not* Tony Soprano smash propaganda, it's just funny: canonically he thinks it's emasculating for people to know he gives oral, but he gives oral regularly anyway. It's just a secret

Thank you for this important information! He receives a partial vindication! However, be a better role model dude! Like I know he kills people but this affects the ones that live. 👀

It will still be a pass from me, but I did have to think about it lol.

[rotblume]

ahahaha, Scar who was voiced by Jeremy Irons who also played Alfred in the DCEU movies, it fits perfectly

srsly, great idea and honestly completely plausible for me

also, first date plans are perfectly fine, but I gotta admit, I personally like to imagine Bruce as Ace(Spec) more often than not .. there's just something about the feelings (Pining, Misunderstandings, Angst, Hurt/Comfort) when it comes to a real - potential or even new - relationship in contrast to the public mask of our favorite "playboys"

really, it's the same with Tony Stark - a while back I read this tumblr-inspired fic (and the second part of it's series as well as the inspired-by story) where his indeed promiscuous behavior was a result of over-compensation because he never figured out when he 'could safely' say "no" and it totally pained me to read that and it is a similar premise with this just recently discovered fic where Bruce is in much the same position

... oh, AND that's another ship right there (one of the only handful CrossOver Pairings I can actually imagine): IronBat - perfectly normal humans among Supers and Aliens, if normal means rich, clever and broken with unhealthy coping mechanisms, their characters absolutely similar yet also wholly different

Imagine along with his contingency plans to eliminate each member of the League, Bruce also has 'first date' plans as well. Somehow, these files are leaked and to each members dismay (or elation), the date ideas are all spot on.

They ask why he's done it and Bruce replies 'the same reason I have plans for if you go rogue. I want to be prepared.'

[tonycries]

Daddy Tony plls pls explain to me the Geto Love

Like? I dont think Hes hot at all? Like hed Just insult me fr and try to kill me.

(Same with Sukuna but atleast Hes actually hot)

Like?I dont want to BE called a monkey During Seggs ;-;

(Demisexual Screaming at me rn BC i called Sukuna Hot Lol.Gatekeeping myself IS fun :D)

Babygirl, w-w-w-what do you mean you don't find my wife Geto to be the prettiest princess to ever princess?? 😱😱 Like suuuure he might insultyouandtrytokillyou but that's just foreplay 😋

[dexbian]

hi guys here’s my headcannons, i have 2 more cause i did twelve whoops anyways.

dexter — demisexual butch (lesbian)

katana man — asexual butch

lucifer — pansexual butch

hopper — butch lesbian

jack h. — pansexual butch

hotch — transfem masc lesbian

john — butch lesbian

jack r. — bisexual butch

tony — bisexual masc woman (i couldn’t find a flag for went with butch)

peter — bisexual butch

[starkparade]

Masterpost 2024 by starkparade

2024 marked the year I started to write and post fics in the stevetony fandom! I posted my first one in August, and since then I published 9 works and 43,927 words in total. It's my first time writing for a fandom that has writing events, which is a whole new experience to me, and I've been having a lot of fun with them! I wrote my first four fics for Tiny Reverse Bang, I joined the Reverse Trope Bingo of the POTS 18+ MCU SteveTony Discord Server, and my first exchange event at the end of the year. It's been so inspiring, and I adore this fandom so much, I'm sure I'll be here next year as well, hopefully with even more fics or words!

Who Wants to Live Forever (MCU, T, 2.8k)

Major Character Death, Immortality It turns out that not being able to get drunk is far from being the worst and only unfortunate side effect of the serum. As the years go by, Steve notices he has not been aging. Everyone else, including Tony, has been.

Morning Light (MCU, E, 1.8k)

Morning Sex, Mild Somnophilia Tony can’t sleep in complete darkness, and Steve can’t stay asleep once the sun comes up. Most mornings, Steve just gets out of bed quietly so he wouldn't disturb Tony's sleep, but this time he can't bring himself to.

The Fun Way (MCU, E, 1.7k)

Blow Job, Resolved Sexual Tension Tony is convinced Steve keeps harping on about him putting himself in danger on missions because he is frustrated about something else entirely. He has an idea how to relieve that frustration.

Close It (MCU, T, 3k)

Major Character Death, Soulmates AU Steve had to make the hard call to prevent the nuclear blast going off inside the wormhole from reaching the island of Manhattan. As a result, Tony Stark never made it back. Steve did what he had to, and yet his guilt is eating him alive and he can't figure out just why he is so affected.

Romcom Fantasies (MCU, T, 4.8k)

Too Many Beds, Misunderstandings Tony runs into Steve at the airport, and when the hotel Tony booked in Washington DC abruptly cancels his reservation, Steve offers him to stay the night at his place. It sounds like something straight out of Tony's romcom fantasies starring Steve, except Tony is convinced that Steve is in love with someone else.

Making the Right Call (MCU, T, 6.1k)

Civil War Fix-It, Getting Back Together Tony and Steve have not spoken to each other since that fateful day in Siberia. However, when Steve gets gravely injured in a fight and thinks he is going to die, he goes to find Tony in his workshop so he can see him one last time.

with you (in never-ending twilight) (Avengers Twilight, E, 5.1k)

Intimacy Issues, Body Dysmorphia In the dystopian future of Avengers: Twilight, Steve found out that Tony had survived the devastating H-Day that had claimed the lives of many heroes and led to the rise of a totalitarian government twenty years ago. After Steve rescues Tony from captivity, they must face their feelings for each other. The problem is, Tony's body is now reduced to his disembodied head. How could he ever be good enough for Steve like this?

love (if it means you) (MCU, E, 10k)

Demisexual Steve, Abandonment Issues Steve isn't a puritan prude, thank you very much. He may not have had partnered sex, but it's not because of some moral conviction or a conscious choice of abstinence. He simply never felt like he needed a partner. Even with his serum-enhanced libido, the idea of sex never meant much to him before he's fallen in love. With Tony, however, it does. Even if Tony doesn't think he's the right partner for Steve.

Not Like This (MCU, E, 8.3k)

Captivity, Fuck or Die Steve and Tony are captured while the Avengers are hitting a Hydra base in the aftermath of the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D. The kidnappers try to coerce Tony into helping them recreate the Super Soldier Serum using Steve's blood, but when he refuses, they think of another way to destroy Steve and Tony, and with them the Avengers. The success of their plan is only threatened by the fact that Steve and Tony have been secretly in love with each other.

[torturedfolkloredepartment]

(Before I start this , please note this is my opinion and if you don’t agree that’s fine)

I don’t have a problem with people shipping bob and yelena or hell I don’t even have a problem with people saying Yelena is Aroace.

What i do have a problem with is when the people who say Yelena is Aroace start hating on the people for shipping Yelena with people. People interrupt characters differently just because you see Yelena as Aroace doesn’t mean others do.

I personally see Yelena as Demisexual(but that’s just me).

Shipping bob and Yelena isn’t problematic, stop hating on others for who they ship.

Unless the ship involves a child and adult (peter parker and Tony stark) STOP THAT SHIT. It’s weird and gross.

I’ve been in the marvel fandom long enough to know there will always be people who have different shipping options than you, yall gotta learn fandom edicts

Rule number 1 of fandoms : people will always have different opinions/views of said character than you.

Stop policing people for there views and opinions on characters.

[pandagirl45]

Love aspec rhodey and tony. They are a different flavor packets but the same genius bastards.

[rasin-c00ldude]

Hai!! What headcanons do you have for Fat Tony and his crew? I love your art of them it’s so silly and awesome!!

ahhhhe thank u.:D!! i havnt tought much about hcs but i do have a few

fat tony:hes defintly not cis. like queergender or something he doesnt care but hes in big denail bout it.:( he loves garphhild but i think thats cannon. also hes like a father-like figure 2 them

legs:uh legs x louie❤️ demisexual but doesnt use labels. i also keep joking about him being a hello kitty pajama girl and i dont know if its a joke anymore

louie:pansexual icon !! and anypronouns he likes them all.:3b i see him having an sibling relationship with johnny with how they fight but like get along enough just 2 work 2gether if that makes sense. also dislexic and scared of dogs

johnny:bisexual.... for frankie❤️ he likes like dad metal music like acdc n metalica stuff like that.:p orphan and grew up with his grandma (orwhatever he calls her i dont wanna check).

frankie:trans and gay (hez so me). adhd and anxeity disorder. he bites at his nails and his lip and like picks at his loos threads and stuff and does that thing when u rub ur feet 2gether when u sleep (projecting)

oh also their all on the autism spectrum. but i feel like that goes withour saying/hj

[brooklynislandgirl]

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒

full name: Elikapeka Ailine Alohaekauneikahanuola'Ilikea'wahine Riley alias: Beth Riley age: 35 {verse dependant} date of birth: 28 June gender: female pronouns: mostly she/her sexuality: demisexual // ????romantic species/race: Polynesian/Pacific Islander {hapa} nationality/ethnicity: Hawai'ian languages spoken: English and Pidgin, Spanish, French, Latin, Mandarin,  Basic/some: Russian, German, Greek, Japanese, Mandarin, Kikongo {Kituba}, Masalit current residence: New York {verse dependent} occupation: Nurse/Nurse Practitioner {verse dependent} education level: 1 residency shy of her Medical Doctorate

𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

height and build: 5ft flat {152.4cm}, and about 94lbs {42.6kg}. Beth is slight, slender and possibly waifish. eye colour: green/honey brown {central heterochromia iridum} hair colour and style: deep chestnut/mahogany brown and she almost always wears it shoulder length or longer. skin tone and complexion: sand/olive with warm undertones { “deep autumn”}. She has smooth, unwrinkled skin, a few tiny freckles around her mouth, and becomes noticeably more haoli the more she spends time near the Admiral. notable features: Beth has a tattoo, a deep and terrible scar, and a body piercing. Wide doe-eyes, 'fangy’ smile, nose crinkles when she does so unguarded/genuinely. posture: Beth has the fluid grace of a dancer and yoga enthusiast. Her posture is either rigid and precise as a ramrod, or it's a wonder she hasn't turned herself inside out from its sloppiness. voice: soft, gentle and a little deeper than expected face-claim: Kristin Kreuk

𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒

parents: Iwalani Riley Stern and the Admiral B. C. Riley, divorced siblings: Andrew Riley, William Manderly Riley, hanai-sister Jayden Morgan ancestry: Hawai'ian and Irish romantic status: Verse dependent romantic interest: Verse dependent friends: Ron Kray {all verses}, Stephen Strange {all verses}, Peter Parker {all verses}, Groot {all Marvel verses} Others that are verse dependent enemies and rivals: The Admiral, verse dependent important connections: Tony DiNozzo {cousin}, Luis Litt {hanai-Uncle} pets: flame point Siamese cat named Houdini

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒

chronic illnesses and injuries: Scarred leg with a shortened tendon. phobias: darkness, heights, flying, peanut butter trauma history: psychiatric commitment, ect trauma mental health: bipolar disorder, {morbid} codependency, chronic insomnia, night terrors, sleep paralysis physical health: extremely good health, able to shake off most 'bugs' with little effort. Can be considered underweight. She has mild Turner Syndrome, audio processing disorder, and she is infertile. medication: risperidone/valproate/olanzapine for bipolar disorder triggers: nothing she is willing to speak about body modifications: 1 tattoo, dermal piercing, and multiple ear piercings

𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒

morning routine: wakes up at 4 am, makes coffee, takes shower, might consider glancing at some toast or a yoghurt. Heads to the hospital. Works 12 to 16 hours on a shift {4 days on / 3 off, or 3 on /4 off}. On her off days, she'll sleep in until maybe 6 am, go out for a surf or swim, come home, drink a pot of coffee, spend time painting or reading, and likely spends the day at the free clinic she runs. night routine: comes home, drinks a glass or six of wine, does some knitting or yoga, goes through her notes, catches up on her charting, might have the television or stereo on for 'noise'. sleep schedule: Regularly skips sleep either for work or because he's having nightmares mannerisms: Beth tends towards a very dreamy sort of existence. She's unbearably soft toward others, she tends to be very touch oriented, very comforting. lying tells: Beth doesn't actually really lie. She might change the subject, she might only partially answer a question, but she doesn't flat out lie. comfort items and rituals: Beth has a stuffed turtle given to her by her brother from childhood. Inside of it she keeps his dog tags. When something extremely good or terribly bad happens to her, she always swims out with her surf board and tells the ocean. social behaviours (introvert/extrovert): Beth is an ambivert meaning she is both extroverted and introverted at the same time, depending on her mental health. When socialising with others, she tends to pay particular attention to their eyes and mouths so as to gather context in conversation. coping mechanisms: knitting, yoga, dancing, surfing, painting, working obsessions: The sea, sharks, charity, children, Pearl Jam/Eddie Vedder addictions: Beth doesn't have addictions per se, but she does enjoy at least 3 cups of coffee a day {16oz or larger} and Amon Ra shiraz.

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

biggest strengths: Her greatest strength is unending enthusiasm, boundless energy, and a vast network of people that she knows. That and she is ridiculously wealthy. greatest flaw: Beth is often naive when it comes to others, always willing to see the best in a person, and can be easily manipulated by certain people. moral code: Beth's moral code is convoluted. Laws concern her less than what's good and 'right'. Some would call her a socialist, others would call her a liberal, and she doesn't really care about labels. {she'd best be considered chaotic good, or neutral good} core values: love, kindness, respect, dignity temperament: More often than not she's friendly, charming, and enthusiastic. myers-briggs personality type: INFP love language(s): she offers others physical touch and acts of service how they handle conflict: Beth isn't terribly good when it comes to verbal conflict and tries her best to placate others. Physical conflict triggers something dark and dangerous in her and she will refuse to back down. how they handle affection: <insert the sound of crickets here> reputation versus reality: The reputation is that she is a poised, polished woman of extraordinary grace, diplomacy, and wealth. A passionate champion of charity and social activism. The reality is that Beth is those things but she's also wonderfully...quirky and a little weird but she means well.

𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒

combat training: she has a purple belt in karate. {Depending on verse? She's learned some things from Frank Castle} weapons expertise: Girl can do some serious damage with knives and scalpels. magic or powers: {verse dependent} she is a skilled healer/witch, has extraordinary healing powers, shape-shifting, a master of life and elemental magick. Can speak/interact with spirits, ghosts, and dimensional beings. languages and communication skills: she knows some American, Hawai'ian, and British sign language. survival skills: she is more at home at sea and in the wild than she is in city and suburban environments. hobbies: surfing, dancing, knitting, reading, gardening, card games, chess. {Beth is amusingly aggressive when it comes to competitive games/sports} weaknesses and limitations: Beth has the self-esteem of a banana slug, doesn't always hear what's being said to/around her, and anything over 6ft in height requires ladders/acts of God for her to see/reach.

Tagged by: my darling J @big-d-little-i-big-n-little-ozzo

Tagging: leaves this on a plate with some cupcakes that say "free to good home"

[ussgallifrey]

(She Moves With) Shameless Wonder | 25

✦ Summary: Your badge clearly said SHIELD consultant, so you weren’t entirely sure where Fury was getting this whole make you an Avenger idea from. But you had a feeling it might have something to do with the recent discovery of an artifact at the bottom of the Arctic Sea.

✦ Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

✦ Warnings: Canon divergence, dialogue taken directly from Avengers: Age of Ultron, demisexuality on full display, language, mentions of minor character death, baby can you taste the foreshadowing in this chapter?

✦ Word Count: 5.2k

✦ Playlist: Here

✦ Cinematic Soundtrack: Here

[Master List]

Tony has absconded your rotary phone and secluded himself in the living room, calling numerous numbers on a list he keeps waving around in his hand as he paces back and forth. You watch him go, catching only a few words of his rapid-fire conversation before you move to join the others at the back of the house.

The three rooms at the rear of the home had once been an office, a ladies’ parlor, and a dining area. You had them all converted to be one large library. While the archways remained in place, separating the three areas, they looked nearly identical. Emerald wallpaper covered the tiny slivers of walls that weren’t obscured by the floor-to-ceiling bookcases.

Clint is sitting on the chaise lounge with his legs kicked up over the powder blue fabric, his head dangles over the edge. Steve is respectfully listening along to whatever Bruce is working on. The doctor had found an old chalkboard of yours and was currently writing down several things with a small stub of white chalk.

Looking to your left, you see the assassin currently perusing the shelves in the first room - where your oldest items were held. While, ordinarily, you wouldn’t want anyone to be anywhere near those books and scrolls, you knew you could trust the redhead with the precious items. 

Wordlessly, you slide past the archer.

Natasha is hunched slightly as she stares at a framed document on the wall.

“Wow, an MA from Cornell?”

Her eyes flicker up as you move to stand beside her. Crossing your arms, you stare at the old degree.

“Mhmm.”

“It’s a good forgery,” she comments. “Did you get Brandon or Nadia to do it?”

Back in your SHIELD agent days, those two were the best when it came to making forged documents: passports, ID cards, certificates, you name it.

But you merely shake your head, chuckling as you lean your weight down onto the edge of the small wooden desk, “No, that one’s legitimate.”

She’s silent for just a moment before she hums, “That makes sense.” And then she’s turning to look at you, snapping a ball of evergreen gum, “How many more you got hiding around here?”

“Oh,” you smile, easing up from your spot. 

Crossing the room, you bend down to pick up a stack of frames, all lying on the carpet beside an olive-green velvet armchair. You flip through them, old memories pulling up to the surface as you view the degrees for the first time in a long while.

“I have nine here,” you say as you hand them over to Natasha, one by one. “University of Sydney, Art Institute of Chicago, Royal College of Arts, University of London, uh… Bedford - that was my first medical degree, Göttingen, Washington University.”

She smiles that secretive little smile of hers as she inspects each one. Holding up the last frame, she states, “This looks pretty old.”

You snort, “Near ancient really. That was… Cronus, 1794? They started allowing women into their lectures just a few years before that. Actually! My oldest one is from Bologna, in Italy. That was…1431?”

Her brows arch, “They gave women degrees in the 15th century?”

“13th. Professoressa Gozzadini was one of the first to graduate and teach at the university. I sat in for a few of her lectures, but law was never really my interest.”

She lets out a low whistle, “Look at you. Probably the most educated out of the group.”

With a shrug, you take back the frames - returning them to their rightful spot in a pile on the floor, “I’m not the one who went to MIT, I don’t have any degrees in engineering or mathematics. I certainly wouldn’t call myself the most educated.”

She reclines back on the desk across from you, “Why did you bother?”

“Pursuit of knowledge, mostly. And, back then, before a government-appointed forgery artist, you had to have an MA to be a museum curator. I mean, once I started working for SHIELD, I had a few made up just to give me access to other places. It tends to raise a few brows when you show up with a degree marked thirty years older than what you look, you know?”

Natasha offers you a gentle laugh.

“I imagine so.”

“So, even though I have fake degrees from Yale, and Harvard, and U of M, and Cambridge, I’ve only ever actually attended about ten universities?”

“More than me. The KGB didn’t really hand out degrees for… my training.”

Your smile fades as you watch the flicker of something distant dance in her green eyes.

While you had checked in on everyone earlier that afternoon, Natasha had been with Clint when you came in. He had assured you that they were both fine then and she had nodded in agreement. But you could tell, there was far more under the surface than she was willing to let see the light of day.

“You doing okay?” you ask, voice hesitant as you move closer to her.

She glances up, back down, and then up again, “Mhmm.”

“Hey,” you draw closer, enough to gently nudge her arm with your elbow. “It’s honestly no one's business, but… if you did want to talk to someone other than Barton about it… I mean, we’re the only two women here and I imagine, even though you guys are friends, it might be harder to talk about some of these things. I don’t know, I’m not great at the whole friend thing these days.”

She snorts, a smile playing on her lips as she looks over at you.

“You’re doing fine, Seven. And you know, me and Clint aren’t just friends. I can tell him pretty much anything and he’ll listen. Even if he’s got his aids out.”

There’s a nod of understanding as you breathe out, “Yeah, I guess you two have been through a lot together. Budapest and all that, right? Hard to shake a friend like that.”

Natasha pauses, dropping a hand to your wrist as she meets your eyes.

“We’re more than friends. I mean, don’t go… talking about it to everyone. But, wow, I thought we were a little more transparent?”

Your line of thinking pauses, resets, and starts moving again before you’re able to get any words out that sound even remotely coherent.

“Oh… you’re… together?”

She nods, offering a little humming sound.

“I did not know that.”

The redhead laughs, “Well, welcome to the party. Everyone else has been pretty… respectful about it actually.”

You shake your head, “No, I honestly had no idea. That whole… realm? That’s kind of beyond me.”

She blinks.

“Relationships?”

Looking toward the wall of shelves where medieval manuscripts and musty age-worn books reside, you take a steadying breath.

“Romantic relationships. Eros, if you will.”

She lets the words sit for a minute before she says anything further.

“I mean, I didn’t want to perpetuate the virgin goddess stereotype, but…”

“Hey,” you shove her arm. “I got enough of that kind of talk from Sharon. I don’t need you jumping into it too.”

“Carter?”

You hum in reply.

It may have only been a year since you last encountered the blonde agent. But your short time on Olympus with the humans had been cemented in your mind for some time now. You could recall the young woman’s words, her inquiries into your… past love life, or lack thereof.

Humans spoke so freely about that topic these days. But… that was not for you. And though you understood their curiosity when it came to you, they had to know that the way you existed was far different than the way they did when it came to love. 

You knew the worlds of agápē and philia. Even storge, philuatia, and xenia. But eros… that had always remained far from your reach, slipping through your fingers like wispy mist. And that was just the way it was; the way it had always been.

The way it would likely remain.

“Hey.”

The two of you turn to see Clint resting in the doorway.

  “Whatcha talking about?” he grins.

You and the redhead share a look before simultaneously replying:

“College.”

“Relationships.”

Your eyes seek out Natasha’s but she merely winks at you before returning her attention to the archer.

“Right…” he drawls, itching the back of his head for a moment before he continues, ”Stark says he can’t get through to Cho’s lab. He’s trying to get someone on Hill’s team to go look into it, but…” he ends with a vague shrug.

Feeling the pull of the previous conversation fall to the wayside, you blink, “She was working with regenerative tissues, right? Oh, that is so obvious I want to smack myself!”

“Okay?” Clint calls as you breeze past him into the central room of the library.

Steve stands from the lounge as soon as you walk in, moving to stand alongside Banner as you peer over his shoulder at the chalkboard.

“If I was looking to evolve, as an artificial intelligence, why would I need living tissue?”

Bruce nods, juggling the chalk between his hands, “Exactly what I was thinking. Vibranium is more than enough.”

“So, why would you want a humanesque body if you believe you are the superior life form?”

The others circle into the room as the two of you begin to brainstorm.

“Uhm… relatability? You know, a friendly face to the humans you’re trying to protect?”

You shake your head, “No, he’s artificial he can’t care about that. I’d say maybe he’s trying to circumvent the Laws of Robotics in some way, but that seems like a far fetch.”

Steve stands beside Bruce, tilting his head to look down at the current list of theories the doctor had written out.

“Would he be able to convert vibranium to be like a form of skin?” he wonders aloud.

You both let the idea simmer for a moment before reaching the same conclusion.

“Anything’s possible, I suppose,” Bruce admits, looking to you for a differing opinion.

With a nod, you add, “And if anyone could accomplish that, it would be Helen. Her work in the field is above anything else to date.”

“Bet she wouldn’t be doing it willingly,” Natasha points out as she browses through your literary collection.

The supersoldier lets out a breath, realization dawning, “That’s why he needed the scepter.”

“And a million distractions,” Clint huffs.

As the idea rests upon your consciousness, Tony finally makes an appearance. Surveying the gloomy atmosphere, he whistles.

“Wow, brainstorming without me. So… got in touch with my contacts at Nexus. Looks like we were right, someone’s been scrambling the launch codes. Faster than Ultron can figure them out, I might add.”

Natasha perks up, “We have an ally?”

You offer her a look, “Ultron has an enemy. We can’t assume that’s the same thing as an ally. All things considered.”

Your eyes land on Steve and he seems to give a small nod, agreeing with your sentiment.

“So,” Tony begins. “I think I want to head to Oslo, see what’s what.”

Steve crosses his arms, “And Dr. Cho?”

“I think we can safely assume we dropped the ball there as well,” the billionaire gestures a small explosion with his hands.

The supersoldier’s eyes harden.

“We’re not abandoning her.”

“Is that what I said?” Tony clips, squinting at Steve as he moves to cross the room.

Natasha knocks her head back against the bookshelves, “What happened to not splitting up?”

Tony turns to look at her, “What are we? The Mystery Gang? Zoinks, Scoob, let’s go fetch the metal man.”

“Hey, look,” Clint moves to stand between the two men. “No offense, but as someone who’s been on the other side of that damn scepter, I wish I had someone running to come undo it.”

Beside you, Bruce tugs off his glasses and gives a slight sigh.

Observing the room, watching the team begin to tear themselves apart once again in the span of a single evening, you finally step forward.

“If you - ” you address Tony, “ - head to Oslo and track down this entity or person or whatever, the rest of us can go to Helen and figure out what exactly Ultron might have needed from her.”

“Or, we can trust that Hill and her agents have it in hand and we figure out where the bastard is hiding out,” Tony suggests with a knowing smile.

Before you can even ask why he would consider that option, your landline begins ringing its shrill bell tone. You stare at the billionaire for a moment more before you push your way out of the room to answer the call.

“Hello?” you ask into the receiver.

“It’s Hill,” comes the instant reply. “Stark was right. I’ve got people at the labs right now and she’s still coming out of it. It sounds like Ultron made out with something of hers - hell if I know what, right now. Give me some time and we’ll get an answer out of her. She’s… pretty shaken.”

“But unharmed?” you question, glancing back as you notice someone coming down the hall.

“Luckily, yes.”

There’s a beat of silent static, but you sense there is something more she wants to say.

“What is it?”

“We… uhm, we intercepted an image before it was broadcast to every major news network.”

Tony’s, surprisingly, the one standing beside you. His eyes are wide and imploring, but you merely wave your hand at him.

“What was the picture?”

“Strucker. Dead.”

“His usefulness ran out,” you surmise.

“Pretty graphic stuff, honestly. But we’re keeping it from the airways for now, so.”

It made sense, of course. For the perfect peacekeeper to remove a threat once it was no longer helpful to him.

“Any idea on the location?”

“Funny you should ask,” she says. “It was taken in the mutants’ cells, back at his hideout.”

Now that, was interesting.

“Okay,” you sigh, rubbing your forehead as you glance back over at the billionaire. “Well, I’m going to hand you back to Tony before he forcefully rips this out of my hand.”

Before you can even hear her reply, Tony does in fact take the receiver out of your hand.

“Talk to me,” he says, offering you a wink as you shake your head before he dips into the living room to continue the call.

When you walk back to the library where the others are still conversing, Steve looks toward you with a questioning look.

“Well, I hate to say it,” you huff. “But Stark was right. She’s in good hands right now and yes, she’ll be fine. We might have a location though, for Ultron.”

Bruce’s eyes brighten as he looks over at you, “Where?”

You offer them all a tight smile.

“Sokovia.”

The house is bathed in the hushed tones of evening. The halls are painted with the cool hues of starlight and the feint ambiance of a lone lamp in the library. 

After Maria’s revelation, the team had a quick conversation before it was admitted that they would need at least a few hours of sleep before anyone was in any condition to go anywhere near a robot hell-bent on your collective destruction. So, you bid goodnight to Clint and Natasha - now understanding why the two were sharing a room. As well as Bruce, who was guided up to a room on the third floor.

Tony was determined to head to Oslo as soon as humanly possible. He had taken his suit and decided to fly to the internet hub after his last call with Hill.

That only left…

“Are you just incapable of sleeping?” you ponder as you lean against the wooden archway of the library’s main entrance.

Steve blinks up at you before offering a tired smile, “To be fair, I’m not sure if I could sleep even if I wanted to right now.”

He’s sitting on the blue lounge with a book in his lap. A black-bound story with lettering so faded on the cover you’re not immediately sure which book it is. You take a few steps into the room before you drop down beside him on the chaise.

“From fear of our possible demise or… from that vision?” you ask, tone soft as you begin to tread difficult waters.

The supersoldier’s mouth gapes before he snaps the book closed.

Ah, Treasure Island.

“Little of both?” he answers honestly.

You give him a nod before taking a breath for yourself.

“Do you, uhm, want to talk… about it?”

He looks at you before he drops his gaze to his hands. His silence makes you think you’ve waded out too far into the unknown, but after another stretch of quiet, he says:

“I saw my Ma, actually.”

“Really?”

With a nod, he places the book on the end table beside the lounge. Leaning against the back of the chaise, he entwines his hands into a fist in between his legs. His eyes are locked on the ceiling.

“Everything before that was… hell,” at that, he glances over at you, before almost immediately pulling his gaze away. “And then… I saw her. She looked just like she did before…” he gives a sigh.

“It didn’t feel like the beginning of the vision. That felt like I was completely at the mercy of the nightmare. This part, with her, it was… I don’t know, different.”

Your hand finds purchase on his right forearm, silently imploring him to continue.

“She verbally snapped me out of it, I guess you could say.”

“Must be one powerful woman,” you comment with a small smile.

Steve’s left hand rests comfortably over your own, his thumb rubs at the area just above your wrist. You find yourself leaning into his side, your head coming to rest on his shoulder.

“She was.”

And then, he gives a warm chuckle.

“She, uh, actually used to read me this,” his hand lifts from yours to gently pat the book on the table beside him.

“Oh, such a classic,” you smile.

You can feel him nod, “Honestly got me thinking I was going to grow up to be a pirate one day.”

Pulling back, you fix him with an incredulous expression, “You? Seriously?”

He grins, “What, can’t see it?”

“The rule-breaking and lawlessness? Oh, absolutely. Pillaging and treasure-taking, not so much. You don’t seem the type.”

Steve gives a low-belly laugh.

“I’ll concede to that.”

“Though, now that I think about it,” you pull away just to appraise him. “Captain Rogers does have a certain ring to it if we’re dealing in the realm of piracy.”

He shakes his head, looking down at the book for a long, quiet moment.

“God,” he says. “I don’t think I’ve read this since I was a kid, actually.”

“You want it?”

His head whips back to look at you, an immediate shake of dismissal, “Nah. No, Athena, it’s yours. And it looks, truth be told, older than even me.”

“Well, that’s not much, considering,” you schmooze.

Pushing up from the chaise lounge, you swipe up the book for yourself. The raised leather feels familiar in your hand as you trace your index finger over the embossed green letters.

“It’s a signed copy, you know.”

You flip open the front cover to reveal the signature.

He blinks.

“You’re shitting me.”

“No,” you laugh, collapsing back on the lounge next to him with your legs tucked in under you. Shoving the book in his direction, you point to the dedication.

To Minnie, Wishing you a wonderful adventure. - Robert Louis Stevenson

“I was his nurse for about three months in 1884. Real sweet guy once you got him relaxed and comfortable. I think I have his copy of Jekyll and Hyde around here somewhere…”

Steve’s still staring at the words written in ink, so you carefully deposit the book into his lap. You lean back onto the opposite end of the lounge, waiting for him to say something.

“Minnie?” is the only thing that comes out of his mouth, however.

“Oh, yeah. That.” Rubbing at your arm, you look toward the shelf of books across from you. “Athena’s not too common of a name for most of history. I ended up going by the name the Romans gave me: Minerva. Minerva Polias; Minnie, for short.”

He nods, still a little transfixed.

“Do you still go by that, or…?”

You drop a hand on his arm and he immediately turns his attention toward you with wide blue eyes.

“Steve. Please. Never call me Minnie. I gave you my real name three years ago with the intention that you would use it. There’s no need for aliases between friends.”

He lets out a small breath as a sweet smile comes to his lips.

“Good,” he settles on. “Almost had me worried for a minute there.”

“Hey,” you bump his shoulder with your own. “Can I convince you to try and get some sleep? It’s almost two in the morning and I’d like you to be in top condition if you’re throwing that shield around tomorrow. Don’t need to have you taking off Clint’s head.”

“I wouldn’t - ” he starts to say, but the look on your face settles him. “Okay, fine. You too though.”

“Me too what?” you question with a tilt of your head.

“Sleep. You have to sleep sometime, I’m sure of it.”

With a shrug, you stand from the couch and offer him your hands, “If it’ll get you to try, I’ll do it.”

Steve chuckles, setting the book back down on the table before he pulls the drawstring on the lamp, pulling you both down into the heavy darkness of night.

“Guess it’ll have to,” he says, voice low as the embers of light fade away.

His hands slip into yours and you don’t really have to pull him up, but he allows your fingers to stay entwined all the same. Up the stairs you go, walking slowly to avoid the creaking steps, a hand still held in his.

On the third floor, you can hear the very gentle breaths of Bruce’s snoring from down the hallway. In the sliver of moonlight drifting through the stairwell’s window, you can make out Steve’s features. They’re chiseled like Grecian marble, his eyes are ablaze with the lonely dots of shimmering starlight.

You stop outside of his room, your hand slipping free from his hold.

“It’s a deal then?” you ask in a hushed tone. “You’ll try and sleep if I do the same?”

He nods as he looks down at you. His hands are shoved into his jean pockets.

“Can’t make any promises,” he admits with something somber in his words.

Unable to help yourself, you reach out your hand to cup his cheek. His skin is warm under your touch and you can feel him dip his head down into your palm. Dark eyelashes flutter closed.

You offer the supersoldier a sad smile.

With everything that had happened today and everything that was still to come, it would surprise you if Steve was able to even drift into a light sleep, let alone keep his thoughts at bay long enough to fall asleep.

You’re a little surprised when the man in front of you turns his head ever so slightly. His lips gently press against your open palm before his eyes blink open to look down at your surprised face.

“Get some sleep, Rogers,” you murmur, letting your hand drift back to your side, feeling a ball of tension building in your stomach. “I’m just across the hall.”

His eyes lift from your face to peer at the door directly behind you. A small smile appears on his lips.

Without another word, but several long looks, Steve goes into his guest room and you move across the hall to the room you had long ago claimed as yours. Your door clicks closed first, followed a moment later by the sound of his.

You do not sleep that night.

Your mind is a labyrinth of thoughts, and plans, and ideas that may or may not come to pass. Working through imaginary strategies well into the morning light. You do not feel the draw of exhaustion that you imagine your mortal friends do.

So, as the glimmer of orange and magenta light drifts over the horizon, you take hold of your pendant - still resting comfortably, if not heavily, against your bosom. You offer a silent prayer to whoever wishes to listen before you begin gathering your things.

Coffee is running in the pot for the others, though you have no real food to offer them. You knew Clint and Steve kept a well-stocked snack pouch in their go-bags; mostly granola bars and the like. But it would have to be enough for today.

The others emerge at their own pace, starting with Bruce and then Natasha. Followed by Clint and eventually Steve. The plan had been made the night before, when all six of you were still present, that no matter what, the five of you would leave on the quinjet this morning - regardless if Tony got into contact or not.

Which, he did, sometime just around 6:30.

“I found our ally. Had to pick up the pieces and reassemble him back together.”

“JARVIS?” someone had asked.

“He didn’t even know he was in there, that he was fighting back Ultron. He was still following protocols from within.”

“So, what’s the plan?”

“Still working on that,” he had said.

After placing the last coffee mug onto the drying rack, you take one final look around the house. It would be some time until you returned, you were sure of it.

Pallas is perched on the porch rails when you finally close the front door.

“Hey,” you coo with a soft sigh. “It’s gonna be a while till we see each other. I want you to head back home and stay there. Where we’re going is going be no place for you, bud.”

He bites your finger for good measure before he ruffles out his feathers and soars up into the early morning sky. Celestial blue starlight drifts behind him like a fluttering veil before he pops out of existence.

Steve’s waiting for you at the ramp, already dressed in his uniform - free of his helmet and shield for the time being.

“Once we’re twenty miles clear, we’ll open up the channels again,” Clint says, already behind the controls.

Tony had said there was a bag full of intel that Hill was waiting to tell you all. Settling into the seats behind Clint, you watch as the house grows smaller and smaller, and eventually, gives way to a projection of a forest canopy. And then you’re zipping across the landscape, ascending into the cloud coverage.

Only ten minutes out and they get their call from Hill. Steve watches as you begin to pace the length of the jet.

Right now, you were still down two players. Tony was wrapping things up in Oslo and Thor was still… nowhere to be found.

The public’s understanding of the entire situation was about as bad as it could be. Marking the team as the true villains of the day with endless coverage looping clips of the Hulk destroying Johannesburg and the two Gods going blow to blow in a debris-ridden New York street.

There were countless interviews with eyewitnesses and civilians who had been in the crossfire who praised the help they received from the Ultron bots. There was no mention of you or Sam in London, or Tony’s efforts to aid the people in South Africa.

For all the world knew right now, Ultron was their promised savior.

“What else?” you had asked, voice clipped as your head lay heavy in your palm.

Hill reported CCTV footage of the mutants in multiple locations across Sokovia’s capital city - seemingly hiding in alleyways and shadowy areas. As if trying to avoid detection.

“They flip sides?” Clint had questioned with a note of hope in his voice.

“Unknown,” was all Maria could offer you.

At least they had an answer for what Ultron had been seeking from Dr. Cho. For better or worse.

“A living body?”

“Well, that’s fucking terrifying.”

While they had been split across two continents, fighting mindless battles, Ultron had entered South Korea, otherwise undetected. He had used the scepter on not only Helen Cho but her entire team. Her precious cradle had been corrupted for his nefarious means.

She reported that the mutants, Pietro and Wanda she recalled, had left quite suddenly. And that it had been the girl who released Helen from her forced state. Ultron had escaped with the cradle right after. Helen and her team had been left completely unharmed.

As they crossed the Atlantic, only more questions lay heavy in the air. Multiple unknowns for what they might be walking into. While everyone appeared for all the world to be ready to face whatever lay ahead, Steve knew that appearances could be deceiving.

Just getting the wings fixed, Sam had texted him. Give me some coordinates and I’ll be there.

Steve had shown you the message, noticing a look of relief drifting across your features. He had almost forgotten how close of a call it had been at the Tower, thanks to everything else going on at the time. Between his own nightmarish memories and his need to get you and the God of Thunder away from each other before the city was destroyed any further.

“Only the Abomination could destroy something made out of Adamantine,” you had said with a slight shake of your head.

But as they draw closer to the country, Steve can feel the physical tension hanging in the air. So, when Clint calls out an ETA, the supersoldier stands up to address the team. If not to quell the anxiety in them, then perhaps to help with his own.

“Ultron likely knows we’re coming,” he starts, letting his hand fall onto the back of your chair. “Odds are we’ll be riding into heavy fire. And that’s what we signed up for. But the people of Sokovia, they didn’t. So, our priority is getting them out. We find the cradle and we clear the field. Keep the fight between us.”

He pauses for a moment, collecting his thoughts.

“Ultron… he thinks we’re monsters. That we’re what’s wrong with the world. It’s not just about beating him. It’s about whether he’s right.”

His eyes drift over to your face.

They all had been rattled by Bruce’s confession last night. And that, perhaps, was the most terrifying part of it all. He completely understood where the doctor was coming from. They were a rag-tail group of people from supremely different backgrounds who were supposed to be the elite protective force for the entire Earth.

And yet, there they were arguing over dinner, in a helicarrier with a scepter three feet away, in the middle of Manhattan.

Steve wouldn’t deny the fact that the team wasn’t perfect.

But the fact that Ultron propped himself up as the better option. An inhuman supercomputer who could decide the fate of everyone on the planet. No, even with all their imperfections, the Avengers Initiative was the best - the only - true option out there.

You nod, darkened eyes meeting Steve’s. And then a smile twitches at the corner of your lips.

“I’m still not ghostwriting your speeches,” you mouth.

Steve looks down with a chuckle before he grips your shoulder. Staring out the window, he watches as the distant stretch of land peeks past the waves of rolling blue ocean.

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♡Lynette Vega♡

Here it is!! The lore post about my girl!! @aspenm00n @ccstiles

Full name: Lynette 'Artemis' Vega

Nicknames: Lyn. Annette. Pretty bug. Star eyes. Bed bug.

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: pansexual/demisexual

Gender: AFAB

Realm: Al'terra

Hometown: Montell

Ethnicity and Race: middle eastern/human

Birthday: 29th of October

Age: 24 years old

Height: 5'5

Weight: 164 lbs

Disorders: Synesthesia and dyslexia

Job occupation: wandering doctor and an altruist for halfbloods.

MBTI: INFP-A

Family members

Believe it or not this girl's family is both alive and healthy.

Lynette was born in a loving home with caring parents and 3 older brothers. They were all followers of Kel.

Her brothers—from oldest to youngest, are: Aayan (33 y/o), Elias (27 y/o), Rowan (26 y/o). Lynette has a strong bond with all of them, they all have occasional hangouts where they catch up on everything they miss.

Aayan is a doctor, he was what inspired Lynette to become one as well. Elias is a temple guard, and Rowan is an architect!

Lynette's bond with her parents, Salma and Samuel, is just as strong as the one with her brother—if not a little more. Her parents were strict but loving, making sure Lyn and her brothers are living comfortably and happily.

Nadia used to be a wandering doctor, but now is a stay at home mother, while Samuel is a famous architect

So yeah—the Vega family is both functional and loving

Important backstory events

TW! Implied SA, slight gore description, and suppressed trauma.

Lynette mostly had a normal childhood, the first major thing that happened..

I. At 7 years old. Lynette and her brother, Rowan, were attacked by a wolf halfblood. They weren't sure if he was drugged or just violent towards humans, all they knew was they were in danger and bleeding profusely. They were both saved by a dawnbreaker, unfortunately it was a little late for her brother—his vocal chords were completely destroyed, beyond saving. Rowan went mute after that, and Lynnette was both guilty and traumatized by this incident..

II. At 9 years old. Little Lyn had to stay with a distant family member that she didn't really...like. It was all going okay, up until the last day. She was stuck in a room with 'snakes' wrapping around her. It felt wrong, it was wrong.

Lynette never felt clean after that incident.

But she never spoke a word.

III. At 13 years old. Lynette meets Tony! Yes, that Tony. It was a slow developed friendship, but a loyal one. They were both great friends to each other, having hangouts every weekend where they pulled pranks, made makeshift jewelry for the other, and gave comfort when one of them was sad.

Lynette also started learning first aid from her big brother, Aayan. He taught her everything he knew, and little Lyn was a very fast learner. Memorising all the medical terminologies in less than a week.

IV. at 15 years old. Lynette officially sets her goal to be a doctor, and help everyone, including halfbloods. Her family was against it..the helping halfblood thing, especially after the incident with her brother. But they let her be, as long as she stays safe, that's what matters.

Her friends were confused about her decision.. especially Tony. Why would you help what hurt you? But they trusted her enough to not get too involved with halfbloods..

V. At 18 years old. Lynette graduated! This was an especially special day in her life! She can finally get started on her medical degree—and she does!

Another event that happened here..a day after her graduation, Tony confesses, and boy was the feeling mutual. And so..Tony and Lynette were officially a couple from then on!

VI. At 20 years old. Her goal to become a doctor was annoyingly slow..so, she decided she'll finish 2 more years, and become a wanderer, only to learn about all the different methods of healing, the different cultures of it. Her parents weren't too worried, her mother did the same thing when she was her age.

VII. At 22 years old. Lynette and Tony unfortunately decided to break up. Their views were far too different, it was like they were strangers to each other rather than lovers. So, they decided to part ways, and pretend they never knew each other.

This was also when Lynnette discovered the sanctuary, they were short on medical supplies and she offered her help—but of course, they were all extremely suspicious of her, but as time went on, she would gain everyone's trust.

VIII. At 23 years old. Lynette meets..Marco.

It was an interesting friendship..a halfblood and a human. Lyn found him injured in a forest, of course she had to help him, and she did.

And slowly, it turned from a friendship to a relationship.

Lil facts about Lynette.

-The nicknames Lyn and Annette were from her parents, pretty bug was from Tony, star eyes from Marco. She doesn't mind which nickname others call her.

however! The nickname "Artemis" was given to her by the halfbloods in the sanctuary. Since she'd take the role of both a protector and a healer for the younger creatures.

-she can speak Arabic! Also very soft spoken.

-she's mostly a complete mystery to all cities and kingdoms in all of Al'terra, but her life story is surprisingly very well known in the sanctuary.

-the scar on her cheek is from when she was attacked by the wolf halfblood.

-the owner of Maria's raven boyfriend /hj

-she still has a good relationship with her family, even after wandering away.

-Lynette is a very shy and quiet person, but she's extremely adventurous.

-Not really a talker, she speaks in actions. But give her some time, and she'll be more open with you.

-she helps halfbloods in rehab, ones who were stuck in the arena and addicted to Malasythe. She's always patient with them, even when getting yelled at and continuously insulted.

-she's very observant of others emotions, reading everyone like a book.

-Lyn's a decent fighter..but really only fights when there's no other choice.

-while very into medicine.. she's also very into poison. Sometimes even making her own special brew of them.

-does not sleep.

-she hasn't met Bodie and Timmy....yet.

-her timeline takes place in the same universe as Warren x Bodie /srs

That's all! For now. I'm definitely remaking this soon after I flesh out her story more.