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braveclementine · 3 months

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Chapter 15

Warnings: None. (Will however be a 18+ reader book)

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own a few OCs like Elizabeth, Katherine, Stacy, and Jessie. I do not condone any copying of this.

The next few minutes seemed to pass in a blur. Maybe that was because of the adrenaline of trying to outrun these military-type men. Maybe it was because the Bahaman sun was glaring off all the water and sand. Or maybe it was because of all the tears that were dropping down your face in streams.

You felt terrible for so many reasons. You felt like there was something you should've been able to do. What? No idea. But something. For another, you felt guilty for having misjudged him and so harshly. It was hard for parents to love other children of different soulmate parentage, unless you were already blood related or soul related. Like if Maria had Fury's kid, Coulson would still love the kid.

It was why adoption was so rare in this world. It was just to hard.

So now, your feet pounded down the sidewalk, aware that the men behind you were shouting for you to stop with heavy accents. So they probably wanted you alive. That was both comforting and terrifying.

You turned the corner and found half of the Avengers running up towards you. Of course, with tears in your eyes, you misjudged the distance and ran flat into Steve's chest.

"Y/N, are you hurt?" Steve and Bucky were the only ones that stopped running to make sure you were alright while the others descended upon the soldiers that had just come around the corner.

"T-they killed my d-dad." You hiccupped.

"Oh doll." Bucky said softly, pulling you into a hug before shooting his gun over your shoulder. "I'm sorry."

Steve flung his shield out, "Take her back to the hotel Buck."

Bucky nodded, scooping you up with his metal arm, shooting at anyone that came at the two of you with his flesh hand. You hiked it back to the hotel where Loki and Thor were just about to head out, apparently only just now hearing about the fight. Nat was also there, loading up on guns and knives while Bruce was slowly, but surely turning green.

"Y/N?" Loki asked carefully as Thor flew out the hotel with his flying hammer to join the fight.

"She's physically fine." Bucky told Loki, "But she watched her father die."

"Poor thing." Loki murmured, pulling you into his arms, "I'll take her back up to her room and run her a hot bath."

"Good idea." Bucky murmured, kissing the top of your head, "Are you going to be okay, doll?"

You nodded, feeling a bit dazed. "I'm o-okay."

Bucky smiled a bit sympathetically, running his thumb over your cheek tenderly before running back out of the hotel again.

Loki teleported up to your bedroom, laying you down on the bed, going into the bathroom. You could hear him running the bath in the other room, the steady rushing of pounding water against ceramic echoing through your ears.

Finally, you heard the tap being slammed off. Loki came back. "You okay about taking it by yourself?"

You kind've just stared at him. You couldn't remember if you'd ever seen anyone die before.

Loki decided to take your silence for 'no'. He picked you up in his slender, yet muscular arms, carrying you into the bathroom. He settled you into the bubble bath, which smelt like mint and chamomile. Two very calming scents.

After a few moments, you came back down to Earth, realizing that you were still in your bathing suit.

You looked at Loki, "I'm still dressed?"

Loki smiled a little, "Well, I wasn't going to undress you without your consent pet."

You smiled a little and then it dropped off your face, "He. . . he told me the truth. About the prophesy surrounding me and how after I get married, I can't be used to end the soulmate bond. And he told me that he isn't my biological father, he is an FBI agent. And that my adopted mother died taking a bullet for me without me even knowing."

Loki's face was sympathetic and sweet as he rubbed your arms softly with the bar of soap. "I'm sorry My Queen."

"Did you know about the prophesy?"

"I'm sure I've read about it somewhere." Loki said nonchalantly. "Especially now that you've brought it up. But it wasn't something that popped in my mind upon meeting you or spending time with you."

You just nodded. "Did any of them know?"

Loki thought about it for a moment, "Perhaps the wizard? He reads just as much as I do. I'm not really sure about any of the others. Thor definitely does not, he isn't a big reader."

"I don't understand. Why would the ones who want soulmate bonds to stay try to kill me? Why wouldn't they just push me to get married faster?"

Loki shrugged, "Midgardians- and most species out there- don't ever make any sense when it comes to things that scare them. In three days this is all over pet. You don't have to worry. Although, we would all understand if you wanted to postpone the wedding for a funeral for your father."

Postponing the wedding sounded good. You weren't sure how you were supposed to act like you were happy when your father wasn't going to be there. It was so strange how quickly your attitude towards him had changed. Or maybe. . . maybe you'd just loved him all along.

On the other hand, postponing would give those on both sides more time to either attempt to kidnap you to use you, or attempt to kill you. What if it wasn't your father next time? What if it was one of your soulmates instead? Or your sister?

"No, I want to go through with the wedding. If we could speed it up, I would." You answered.

Loki dipped his head slightly.

"Loki?"

"Yes my Queen?"

"Can you untie the back of the bathing suit top?"

"Of course."

You leaned forward a little bit so that he could untie the stretchy strings that were holding the bathing suit top up. His fingers were nimble, deftly pulling out the knot that would probably have taken you a solid five minutes to get out. He pulled the strings free, letting them fall against your back when he was done.

You slid off the top and then pulled the bottoms off, soaking more fully in the tub. Your body didn't show as the bubbles from the bath covered most of your body up.

"Are you feeling better?" He asked as he clipped your wet swimsuit to hangers, hanging them up so that they could dry. How was he so good at home chores?

Loki summoned that book of poetry that he had read to you in the library. He read lots of different poems. The last one, he liked so much, that he tried to explain why he loved it so much. It went something like this:

One fine morning in the middle of the night,

two dead boys got up to fight.

Back to back they faced each other

draw out the swords and shot each other.

A deaf policemen heard this noise

and shot the two dead boys.

If you don't believe my lies to be true,

ask the blind man, he saw it too!

"I mean, the entire thing is a paradox." Loki said with absolute delight. "I mean, cause morning in the middle of the night, and back to back they faced each other! I mean, they're complete opposites in the same sentence."

You giggled, feeling a little lighter. "Loki, I heard the poem too."

"Sorry, it's just such good writing. And humorous as well." Loki said, delight in his eyes. You watched how passionately he spoke about writing that he liked.

After you finally felt a little better, you drained the bathtub. Loki put the book away, fetching you a fluffy towel that he wrapped around your bodice, helping you out of the tub so you didn't slip.

He let you dry off and get dressed while he kept his back to you. "Hey Loki, do you think we can have the second soulmate dinner up here? I don't know, just some random food or something. . . I don't really want to leave tonight."

"Of course, I'll let Tony know." Loki said softly. You could hear his fingers tapping on the phone.

After a half hour, the others came up with a lot of Chinese food. You all sat on the floor in the living room section, a few of them on the one couch. You leaned against Bucky's legs, sitting with Clint on one side of you and Thor on the other.

Dinner started with the heavy conversation. All of the soldiers were either dead, or they had been taken into custody to be questioned. Then you had provided with what your father had told you. You knew your sister was the one who needed to hear this, but you were still torn about whether or not you should tell her.

Most of them had heard about the prophesy, but the only one that had really connected me to it was Fury. Even Stephen hadn't, something he looked rather embarrassed to admit.

I was also made aware that my father's body was on ice until after the wedding. Now that they all knew exactly why people were coming after me, they all adamantly agreed on having the wedding as it was planned. Steve and Bucky even wanted to know if it was possible to speed up the process.

It was decided that there would always be at least one of them at all times. Which was fine with me. It was decided that I would be hanging out with Tony, Stephen, Wong, and Rhodey tomorrow.

Things came to a close quickly before everyone started to file out after wishing you a good night with some sort of affectionate hug or kiss on the forehead, cheek, or even lips.

Bucky was the last one and you suddenly felt the urge to grab his arm and say, "Bucky."

Bucky looked down at you, Steve and Sam pausing. You wanted to ask him to stay with you tonight. You didn't want to be left alone in this room, although Fury had promised that no one would be able to get in.

Then you realized that it might look like favoritism to the others and you let go of his arm and said, "Good night."

"Night Doll." Bucky said, kissing your cheek before walking down the hallway with Steve and Sam, throwing his arm over either of their shoulders.

Even though they were your soulmates, in that moment, it felt like they were something you could never be a part of.

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You tossed and turned, unable to get to sleep. Suddenly, there was a ding on your phone.

🪣🦾❤️: You still awake?

Y/N 🍸: Yes

🪣🦾❤️: One second

Three minutes later there was a knock on your door. You slid out of bed, peeping through the hole to see Bucky standing there. You opened up the door, "What are you doing here Buck?"

He held out his hand, "Come on. Let's go see some wild cats."

You smiled, taking his hand. The two of you walked through the semi empty hallways before going downstairs. Though it was past midnight and all the stores and shops were closed, there were still couples milling about.

Bucky led the two of you outside, and you guys walked for a bit. You could see lots of different cats that just looked like normal house cats walking around, drinking water from puddles or little bowls of milk that had been left outside of certain shops.

Bucky and you sat down on some steps by one of the pools. He put his arm around you and after a while, a white cat approached the two of you. It put its' paws on Bucky's knee, pushing up on its back legs to get closer to his face.

Bucky smiled before revealing a bunch of fish that he had in a little baggy. They were dead, but still in water to keep them fresh. He must've gone fishing at one point.

He held one of the fish out to the cat. The cat picked it up daintily, before promptly deciding to eat it right there. You looked away, staring up at the galaxy instead while you listened to Bucky absolutely adore the cat.

"Aww, you're so adorable. Yes, eat the fishy like a good little kitty. There you go, that's it. Awww~"

You smiled a bit. Yes, you should definitely get a cat when you guys went back.

Eventually, a few other cats wandered over, either because you were the most interesting thing around, or because they could smell the fish on Bucky. He gave all of them away and the cats were immediately curling up around us.

You scratched one behind the ears, loving how smooth, though slightly coarse the fur of the cat was. "We should get a cat or two when we get back home. Loki wants one too."

"Really?" Bucky sounded both surprised and excited.

"Yep. Black cats especially." You said with a slight smirk.

"Ah yes. A witches cat." Bucky said with a grin.

You laughed again and then yawned. The hot air was suddenly making you rather tired and you laid your head down on his shoulder. "That's alright doll, you can fall asleep. I'll carry you back up to your room."

"Don't wanna be alone." You mumbled.

"Okay. You don't have to be." Bucky whispered. You could hear him saying sad good-byes to the cats, before there was a sweeping motion and you snuggled into his arms.

"I love you Buckaroo." You mumbled, "So much."

"I love you too Y/N." He said and you could feel his lips lightly press to the temple of your head. "Gonna take care of you forever, I promise."

You smiled, feeling one tear slip down your cheek, though you weren't entirely sure why. All you knew, was that you were happy, content, and loved.

You fell asleep before you even reached the hotel.

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arkytiorwrites · 2 years

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I’ve Got the Old Man’s Car!

I won’t lie, this was heavily inspired by this Y/N Marvel video. I couldn’t not.

Tony walked into the common room of the Avengers Compound with a perturbed expression. The rest of the team was scattered across the room in small groups of two or three, and the occasional lone wolf; Wanda was in the kitchen cooking dinner with Vision's help.

“Has anyone seen Y/N?" the billionaire asked.

“Nope, sorry,” Wanda called absently as she sprinkled spices into the large pot.

"I can't find Bucky, either,” Steve admitted from where he sat drawing on the couch directly facing the 60” flatscreen TV.

“I cannot find Loki, as well," Thor confessed over the rim of his mug of beer.

"I would look outside if I were you," Natasha advised, leaning against the top of the bar.

"Should I be worried?” Tony half-joked as he walked over to the bay windows over-looking the grounds.

“I have Stark’s keys!" Loki bellowed as he raced across the lawn towards the garage.

"I've got Steve’s wallet!" Bucky added as he vaulted over a row of shrubbery.

"And I know a shortcut to Red Robins!” Y/N whooped as they keyed open the doors and deftly caught the fob the Frost Giant tossed them.

“Is that ... my Mclaren?” Tony asked as the trio pulled out onto the drive with a squeal of tires and loud revving.

Everyone stared in amazement as the resident troublemakers drove off into the sunset.

Tony, Bruce, Clint, Thor, Steve, Nat, Wanda, Vision, Sam, even Doctor Strange; who was there to evaluate Y/N’s ablities in the first place.

“Yup, you two are definitely soul twins,”Nat chuckled.

Tony shot the Russian assassin a look, then began to laugh as well.

“Yeah. They’re something else, aren’t they?"

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couldntbedamned · 1 year

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Couldntbedamned's Master List

This is my Master List of fics I’ve written. I’m linking them to my AO3 account.

Please be sure to carefully read all the tags and warnings posted for a fic – YOU are responsible for the content you choose you consume.

Updated as of 25 April 2024

Reader Fics

Right Now, Take Me Down (I Let You In) Tony Stark/Female Reader – Mature, Complete

Tony snoops through your phone and discovers some uh, fantasies and desires you’ve been keeping hidden. He takes it upon himself to make those fantasies and desires a reality, thanks to his amazing nanotechnology and trusted AI. (A/B/O Roleplay)

Til the Veins Start to Shiver Bruce Banner/Female Reader – Mature, Complete

You decide to tease Bruce with some provocative photos while he's working. Bruce decides to tease you right back, and then some. (Light Dom/Sub)

A Little Evening Break Stephen Strange/Female Reader – Mature, Complete

The Reader isn’t quick to comply with Stephen’s instructions and he gives her a hard time.

There’s Only Butterflies (Take Me Away) Stephen Strange/Reader, Strange Supreme/Reader, Defender Strange/Reader, Supreme Strange/Reader, Sinister Strange/Reader – Mature, Complete

It’s a pocket-dimension full of sunshine, with love that’s all theirs.

A Sweet Escape (To Better Days) Stephen Strange/Reader, Strange Supreme/Reader, Defender Strange/Reader, Supreme Strange/Reader, Sinister Strange/Reader – Mature, Complete

While it at first it weighed heavily on her, the knowledge that five of the most powerful beings in the multiverse were with her instead of protecting all of reality, she couldn’t deny the thrill that also came with that. The universe truly revolved around her. Her loves revolved around her and everything she was, she had, she did was for them in return.

Sometimes It Hurts Instead

Stephen/Reader (unrequited), Stephen/Clea, Reader/Reader's Husband - Teen, Complete

You see that the man you'd once had feelings for has moved on. You're not sure how to feel.

Waiting for the sun to be rising

Stephen/Chronically Ill!Reader - Mature, Complete

After a wild romp, you relax with Stephen and contemplate your relationship, reassuring him that regardless of what he does (or doesn’t) say you know exactly how he feels about you.

With a little peace and some harmony

Stephen/Chronically Ill!Reader - Teen, Complete

You’re sick and thanks to a weakened immune system, having a hard time resting and fighting it off. It’s absolutely miserable but lucky for you, Stephen is more than willing to step into the role of caretaker and help you feel better.

Starker Fics (Tony Stark/Peter Parker)

Please note that Peter is an adult in all of these.

This is What You Came For Mature, Complete

Mr. Stark has had enough of what he considers to be Peter's not-so-subtle hints that he wants to get f*cked. He decides to teach Peter a lesson.

An Absolutely Peerless Cure Dark!Tony – Mature, Complete

When Peter gets the hiccups while on patrol, Tony takes it upon himself to help rid him of the pesky problem. Sure, that Wikipedia article could be absolute horseshit, and sure, Dr. Strange had been tipsy when he agreed with it, but it's a risk Tony's willing to take in his quest to draw Peter closer to him.

…And Many More Mature, Complete

Tony has a surprise for Peter's birthday, putting a true Tony Stark spin on a long-standing wish that Peter's had. Because whether he's giving or receiving, Tony is always in charge. Not that Peter's complaining.

(Just to See How It Feels) Mature, Complete

It's late. Peter's tired and wants to sleep because he has a big exam in the morning. Tony's horny. So maybe he can convince Peter to let him put in just the tip. (It's never just the tip.)

Getting the Best Mature, Complete

Peter Benjamin Parker is a genius. A once-in-a-lifetime type of genius.

And the little prick has the nerve to be undecided, even with the promise of a full-ride to MIT.

Even Saints Into Savages Mature, Complete

The mission was supposed to be a cake walk. Get in, get the stupid mystic alien amulet, get home. So, they figured it was safe enough to bring Peter along. Only Rocket assumes something, and that assumption leads to an awkward situation for everyone involved. Tony'll do whatever it takes to save Peter. If only he didn't know that he'd enjoy it so damn much. (Aliens Made Them Do It)

Back to Where You’ve Never Been Mature, Work in Progress

In an alternate reality, Peter Parker is living out his dream of being Spider-Man and working as an intern for Stark Industries (and the Avengers!) under his hero, Tony Stark, before heading off to college. For the most part, it's incredible. Okay, the Avengers treat him like he's still a child, and Mr. Stark's not exactly the friendliest mentor. But still, it's good.

Except that recently, Mr. Stark's been in the worst mood and Peter finds himself the unwitting focus of the man's ire. He tries to keep his spirits up and tell himself that it's not personal, that anyone in the lab would be a target, but when Mr. Stark kicks him out, Peter knows he's done.

Then he finds himself falling for what feels like an eternity before returning to New York. Only it's not his New York City and the Iron Man he ends up fighting alongside is definitely not his Iron Man. Anthony Stark is kind of perfect. The Other Avengers are kind of perfect. Everyone here seems to love him. And when he and Anthony are tapped by Dr. Strange to help seal the rift between realities, Peter finds himself wondering if he was supposed to be in the reality with Anthony all along. (AU of an AU)

Updated with Chapter 14 on 02 January 2024

SpiderStrange Fics (Peter Parker/Stephen Strange)

Please note that Peter is an adult in all of these.

One in Fourteen Million, Six Hundred and Five Dark-ish!Stephen – Mature, Complete

Stephen doesn't have time to admire Peter as much as he'd like, given that they're trying to stop total Armageddon. This is the fate of the universe at stake; his attraction doesn't really have a place here. But even still...

("Oh, we're using our made-up names? Ok, I'm Spider-Man.")

Something about this stupidly brave and chatty guy intrigues him.

Now That I’ve Found You (I Won’t Let You Go) Dark!Stephen – Mature, Complete

All Stephen wants is for Peter Parker to be happy and safe... with him. When Peter rejects Stephen? Stephen doesn't take it very well. He'll just have to ensure that Peter realizes that Stephen is his future.

Only Of What’s Mine Mature, Complete

Peter wasn't expecting to find an Alpha so soon after turning 18. After all, many Omegas don't bond with an Alpha at all until they're in their mid-20s at least. But after everything on Titan and the Snap and then the Blip and Mr. Stark nearly killing himself to destroy Thanos once and for all, Stephen had taken an interest in Peter. And Peter, god help him, was just as taken with the Alpha. (A/B/O AU)

The (It’s Not Sex Pollen!) Powder of Prana Mature, Complete

Stephen warns Peter to be careful while exploring the Sanctum. Peter, naturally, doesn't listen. The Powder of Prana goes flying. And now Stephen finds himself the only person Peter trusts to keep him from dying. With sex. (Sex Pollen AU)

Private Practice Mature, Complete

Peter Parker's appointment with Dr. Strange doesn't go as he'd planned when the good doctor prescribes a certain medical procedure. (Medical Kink/Medical Play)

Yours to Break (But Always Mend) Mature, Complete

Peter’s tears had long since stopped, replaced by weak, hitched sobs sometime after what might have been the sixth or seventh blow. He couldn’t remember why snapping back at Stephen like a brat had seemed like a good idea. He couldn’t remember why breaking the rules in the first place - starting all of this - had seemed like a good idea. (Dom/Sub)

I Know the Storms Will Always Come (But I Still Love to Have You Around) Mature, WIP

After Endgame, Stephen returns from another dimension to find Peter's life threatened by Quentin Beck's schemes. He undoes the damage and takes a struggling Peter into his care.

Peter needs time and a safe place to rebuild himself; Stephen's happy to provide that, even as he works to push aside the feelings he has. It's a tricky line to walk, setting boundaries and structure for Peter while imagining those same things in a very different context.

As Peter begins to come back to his usual self, personalities and wills clash, occasionally helped along by a certain Witch and a perpetually amused and exasperated Librarian. And Stephen finds that he can't plan for everything.

These Inconvenient Fireworks Mature, WIP

After a battle, Mr. Stark crosses a line with Peter. Peter, tired of being on the receiving end of Mr. Stark's anger, asks Stephen - who's witnessed everything - to take him away. In doing so, Stephen starts down a path with Peter he didn't see coming.

Alternatively: Peter's heart gets broken and Stephen helps put it back together.

Updated 23 Sep 2023

It’s All Routine Mature, Complete

Peter Parker is back at Dr. Strange's office for a physical required by his upcoming internship. He's hoping it will be quick and easy, but when Dr. Strange finds out that he hasn't had a physical since he was a young child, his hopes are dashed. Dr. Strange intends to be very thorough. (Medical Kink/Medical Play)

You Kiss Your Sorcerer With That Mouth? Mature, Complete

During a mission, Spider-Man lets some choice words for Dr. Doom slip. Stephen's less than pleased at Peter's disregard for how he's supposed to conduct himself as Spider-Man when he's in the public eye. He gives Peter some time to think about what he's done, and has a creative way to ensure Peter thinks twice before doing it again. (Domestic Discipline)

Help Me Up, Let’s Keep On Running Mature, Complete

Peter and Stephen have several rules set up in their dynamic. The two biggest? That Peter will look after his health and well-being, and that they will always be honest with each other.

Peter manages to break both of them in one fell swoop, and Stephen is none too pleased.

Discussions are had, actions lead to consequences, and Peter emerges from the experience secure in the knowledge that Stephen will do whatever it takes to make sure he's cared for and loved. (Domestic Discipline)

I Can See The Man That I Fell For Fighting Mature, Complete

It was supposed to be a quick in and out job. Just into the study to grab his book he’d left in there by accident the night before, and then out before Stephen even knew he was up and about. Harmless.

It wasn’t his fault that Cloak decided it needed to follow him around like some overly nosy puppy. Or that Cloak decided it needed to join him in the study as he looked for his book. Or that Cloak had decided to apparently “guard” something in the study in way that just screamed suspicious and naturally piqued Peter’s curiosity.

In and out, no harm done.

But when it became clear that Peter was overstaying his welcome in the space, Cloak had also felt the need to snitch.

He’d really, really fucked up. (Domestic Discipline)

This Back's Not Going to Break So Easily - Part 1 of 2, This Back’s Not Going to Break So Easily - Part 2 of 2

Mature, Complete

When Peter comes to Stephen upset and insisting he needs to be punished, Stephen knows something's wrong. Given a chance to calm down and feel safe, Peter explains what happened while he was at the Tower working in the labs and interrupted by Harley. Stephen reassures Peter that he did nothing wrong and does his best to comfort him.

Also featured: Stephen confronting Tony and Harley like a boss, Peter and Stephen's love, trust, and mutual respect for each other, lots of fluffy/dirty teasing, and pizza. (Domestic Discipline)

And I Let the Knots of Time Come Undone Mature, Complete

After breaking one of their established rules, Stephen finds himself at Peter's service for the day. Tasked with his least favorite chores, Stephen tries to maintain his sanity and make it through, all while reluctantly admitting to himself that all things considered, he's getting off easy.

If only he could get rid of that damn bell... (Domestic Discipline)

Our Road Gets Better With Every Bend Mature, Complete

Peter's getting ready for his junior year at Columbia. But before he goes back to school, there's the matter of his 21st birthday to deal with. Which is inevitably going to affect The Rules he and Stephen have. And what should be a nice night out for Peter's birthday takes a bit of a detour when a former acquaintance from Peter's freshman year unexpectedly runs into the happy couple.

Stephen's not jealous. No, not one bit. (Domestic Discipline)

Maybe If I Hold You Close, Baby We Could Just Let Go Teen, Complete

While the idea of accompanying Stephen to the high-brow fundraisers and charity galas seemed glamorous at first, Peter found the reality turned out to be much more disappointing. Everyone looks down their nose at him; people are forever swarming Stephen and flirting with him; and Peter usually finds himself alone, bored, counting the time until they can leave. However, he keeps attending in the hopes that he'll finally get a chance to dance with Stephen like he'd imagined.

One night he gets to dance with a surprising friend, which may finally lead to a bit of happiness at the damned events going forward.

Or Stephen might take issue, if another friend doesn’t take it upon herself to give him a clue. (Domestic Discipline)

I'm Counting On A New Beginning, A Reason For Living Mature, Complete

Peter's been in a bad mood and his recent stretch of bad luck isn't helping matters. Stephen hasn't been able to get through to him, and even when Peter takes his punishments for acting out, something's off. Worried about his partner, Stephen tries to think of what it is he might have done wrong. Upset, Peter pulls away.

It takes a bad set of prototype arrows, saving someone's life, a friend snitching, a stern Dr. Palmer taking control of a situation, a very un-teamlike spying session, and an uncomfortable discussion or two before Stephen and Peter are back on the same page. (Domestic Discipline)

Man, What Are You Doing Here? Mature, Complete

He only had one final left to take... and then he was done with everything until the fall semester of his final year as an undergraduate. Since his final wasn’t until Thursday afternoon, he didn’t see the harm in going out with some friends to celebrate and cute loose on Tuesday evening.

Would he have chosen a bar? No. He wasn’t supposed to drink on school nights and honestly, he preferred going to the movies or a show. But he was in college and honestly, it wasn’t like it needed to be a big deal.

And it wasn’t like Stephen needed to know. (Domestic Discipline)

Cold Comes From the East Side (Ch. 1)(Ch. 2)(Ch. 3) Mature, WIP

Peter breaks one of the rules in a spectacular way and suffers the consequences. It's rare for Stephen to actually be angry with him, but given the circumstances, Peter supposes the anger is more than earned. It's a hell of a situation for the pair of them and Peter wonders if they'll actually make it through. (Domestic Discipline)

Published Chapter 3 on 14 August 2023

Goodbye Grey Sky, Hello Blue Mature, WIP

In an alternate universe where trains and zeppelins are still common forms of travel and the internet and cell phones exist, Peter Parker has few options left after he's swindled out of his inheritance. Unable to pay for college, let alone keep the house left to him by his deceased aunt, he's running out of time before he's out on the streets. Desperate, Peter signs his life over to the Bureau of Civic Spousal Selections to take his chances as the selected husband of a complete stranger. After all, he only has to make it through a year and then he can choose to annul.

Dr. Stephen Strange has little interest in marriage, preferring to focus on his career. When his career is threatened by what a nosy board of directors considers a "lack of personal fulfillment and settling down," he opts to select a spouse through the BCSS and chooses Peter Parker. The young man's profile suggests intelligence and compatibility. It's not ideal, but if after a year it's not working out, he can always annul the marriage and send Peter on his way.

It's a marriage neither truly wants, with sharp learning curves for both. It's either going to be forever or it's going to go down in flames. (Domestic Discipline, 1950s-Modern Fusion AU)

Updated with Chapter 34 on 25 April 2024

Nevertheless, Recover Mature, Complete

Peter finds himself once again in Dr. Strange's office, hoping to find a reason and a cure for his latest ailment. He's come to the right place, since Dr. Strange will do everything it takes to diagnose and treat Peter. Hopefully, Peter will survive the embarrassment. (Medical Kink/Medical Play)

Doctor 13 Fics (Christine Palmer/Sharon Carter)

Baby, You Don't Gotta Fight Mature, WIP

Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch. 5, Ch. 6, Ch. 7

Dr. Christine Palmer is just living her life, content in her job as a trauma surgeon and happily moonlighting as Peter Parker's general physician at her old friend Stephen's request.

One evening as she finishes up examining Peter, she encounters the force of nature that's Sharon Carter, who seems to have a reckless streak a mile wide.

She's not sure what to make of the spy-turned-Avenger, but she can tell Sharon's hurting, and Christine's healing nature won't be ignored.

Iron 13 Fics (Tony Stark/Sharon Carter)

Feels So Right, Can’t be Wrong Teen, WIP

Prologue | Yellow Tulip | Blue Salvia | Yellow Narcissus | Red Morning Glory

The setting: Sanctum General Hospital in Sanctum Heights, New Amsterdam

Starring: Sharon Carter - former Central Security Bureau operative, Selecting Spouse in a horrifically failed Bureau of Civic Spousal Selections marriage, patient AND Anthony Edward "Tony" Stark - owner and CEO of Stark Industries, Futurist determined to rebuild a world his father built weapons to destroy, love interest

With Appearances by: Nurse Wong, Orderly Rintrah, and Billy the Admin

And Featuring Doctor Stephen Strange as "the Surgeon"

Or, "Five Dates Tony and Sharon Had in Her Hospital Room and One They Had After She Was Discharged"

Updated 23 November 2023

The Phoenix Protocol Mature, WIP

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

No one else but Tony thought anything was off about Sharon. Investigating on his own, he discovered and brought down her Skrull impersonator and when he found the real Sharon near death, he made a choice that would change both of their lives.

MISC

This is What I Brought You, This You Can Keep

Stephen Strange/Clea Strange/Peter Parker - Mature, Complete

...who is he to deny the woman he loves - the woman who has seen into his soul with all its trials, agony, and dreams and loves him because of it! - who is he to deny her anything she desires?

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darsynia · 2 years

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swan-of-sunrise · 2 years

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The Halcyon Hypothesis

Summary: A chance meeting on the New York subway between a stressed-out graduate student and a brilliant but dorky scientist takes a surprising turn in both of their lives.

Pairing: Bruce Banner X Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings/Disclaimers: None

A/N: Here’s another little one-shot I found hiding on an old flash drive! It’s officially dedicated to all you guys who’ve been struggling with finals and to all the other Bruce Banner fans out there lol thank you for reading, I hope you all enjoy!

The Halcyon Hypothesis (Fanfiction Masterlist)

“Dammit!” (Y/N) swore under her breath as she edged her way into the extremely cramped train and tried not to lose grip on the large stack of notes in her arms. People funneled into the train behind her and in no time, she was crammed tightly into the train as the doors closed; if Professor Taylors hadn’t kept us after class, I’d be on an almost-deserted train right now with my own personal space, she thought with annoyance as the train began to move, but at least I can still cram a little studying in.

She planted her feet so the motions of the train wouldn’t cause her to lose balance and opened her notebook to her most recent notes. Sweat-covered passengers shifted around her as more and more people boarded at the next several stops, but she did her best to ignore them as she struggled to understand everything she’d hastily jotted down earlier. Burnout was hitting her hard as the fall semester drew to a close and her roommates were in the midst of a fight of epic proportions, so the only think keeping her going was the six cups of coffee she’d already had and the promise of another when she arrived back home. All of a sudden, the train slammed on its brakes harder than usual; most of the other passengers were holding onto hand straps but since (Y/N) wasn’t, the train’s jarring movement sent her stumbling into the man standing next to her. “Shit, sorry about that.”

“That’s okay. There’s an extra hand strap over here if you wanna use it.”

(Y/N) glanced up from her notes and momentarily forgot to speak when she caught sight of the man’s kindly smile and strangely-captivating eyes. “I’m fine, I’ve gotta hold my notes.”

The man nodded in understanding and she returned her focus to the scribbles on her page of notes. A few moments later, though, the man spoke again. “You mixed up a couple of your definitions.”

“Excuse me?”

He looked a little startled by her annoyed reply, but nevertheless he continued. “The, um, the definitions for adenosine triphosphate and adenylate cyclase at the top of your page should be swapped.”

Still slightly irritated that her studying was interrupted again, (Y/N) looked at the definitions he spoke of and to her surprise, the man was correct. “Well, I’ll be damned. Are you a biology expert or something?”

“You could say that. I, ah, actually have one of my PhD’s in it,” The man replied. Instead of acting smug about his apparent multiple doctorates, he seemed a little embarrassed to have mentioned them at all; he rubbed his neck awkwardly with his free hand and looked at everything in the train car but her as his ears flushed a vivid shade of pink.

His shyness is kinda cute, (Y/N) thought with a growing smile, her earlier annoyance long-gone. “That’s cool! I’m working on my master’s in biology right now and I can’t even imagine working on a doctorate; I’ve never been more stressed in my life. So stressed, apparently, that I can’t tell the difference between a nucleotide and an enzyme! It’s just that my professors won’t ease up on the workload and things are a little tense with my roommates so I don’t get much studying in at home, and-” She stopped her rambling and cringed internally; why the hell was she unloading all this onto a stranger on a train? “Sorry, I didn’t mean to go on a rant there. Stress, you know…”

“That’s okay, stress can make people do a lot of weird things.” The man’s eyes were unfocused, as if he was thinking about something else, but the strange look disappeared after a moment and was replaced with a bashful grin. “…If you want, I could look over your notes to make sure everything’s correct? Not that it’s not correct, of course! I’m sure it’s great, but, you know, just to be on the safe side…?”

“Um…sure, I guess. Thanks!” (Y/N) handed him her notebook and pencil and watched as he began flipping through the pages, scanning the information and used the pencil to make corrections when necessary. The train clinked and clanked along as he remained concentrated on his work, and (Y/N) took the opportunity to examine him a little. His dark curly hair was streaked with a few strands of grey, even though he appeared to be on the younger side. I’d probably have grey hair too if I had more than one doctorate, she thought with an inward chuckle before resuming her observations. He wore wire-framed glasses that had a tendency to slide down his nose, and she could clearly see the smile lines that surrounded his vivid green eyes. Just as she was debating whether or not she should try to give him her number or just simply ask for the handsome stranger’s name, he closed her notebook and looked up at her.

“Well, there were a couple of mistakes with some formulas but other than that, everything looks great! Not bad for a person who says they don’t know the difference between a nucleotide and an enzyme.” His teasing words and flirtatious smile caused her stomach to flutter.

“Thank you,” She took her notebook back and clutched it to her chest. “Now I’ve just gotta study all this and try to pass my final on Friday.”

“I’m sure you’ll do fine; your notes are very thorough and well-written, so you shouldn’t have any problem.”

“Easy for you to say, dude, you’ve probably got half-a-dozen PhD’s under your belt.” Her eyebrows rose when he gave her a sheepish look. “You’ve got more than that?”

The man shrugged as he shuffled his feet in embarrassment. “I’m not really the type to brag.” A silence fell over them for several moments until he spoke up again, his timid green eyes fixated on hers. “I, um, I just wanted to say that I think it’s wonderful you’re involved in the sciences…as a woman, I mean, because women haven’t always been encouraged into pursuing STEM careers but times are finally changing and I…well, I-I think it’s admirable.” He rubbed his neck awkwardly and he gave her a half smile that made her heart skip a beat. “You know, it’s like what Nichelle Nichols used to say: ‘Science is not a boy’s game, it’s not a girl’s game. It’s everyone’s game. It’s about where we are…’”

“‘…and where we’re going.’” (Y/N) smiled bashfully at the impressed look he was giving her and fiddled with the metal spiral holding her notebook together. “Lieutenant Uhura was my favorite Star Trek character when I was a kid. That’s sweet of you to say, Doctor…?”

“Bruce. My name’s Bruce.”

She shook his outstretched hand. “(Y/N).” Their eyes met and her breath hitched as she took in the intensity of his gaze, barely aware that their hands were still touching and that she could smell his intoxicating cedar cologne. The intensity of her courses that semester meant that she hadn’t had much time for romance but judging by the way she felt herself react to Bruce in the brief amount of time she’d known him, she could easily imagine herself charging headfirst back into the world of dating alongside the handsome scientist standing so close to her.

“Now approaching Grand Central Station!”

“This is me,” Bruce looked almost disappointed at the announcement but then his green eyes suddenly lit up; he scrambled to pull his wallet out and finally pulled out a business card as the train stopped and the doors opened. “Here’s my number, let me know how your test goes! It was really nice talking to you, (Y/N)!” With a small wave, he pushed through the packed train and out of sight.

“Bye Bruce,” (Y/N) mumbled dejectedly; she’d finally met a nice guy but he was gone as quickly as he came. But at least I have his number, she thought with a growing grin, her heart feeling lighter than it had in a long while. She looked down at the business card in her hand and nearly dropped it in surprise, for printed neatly on the card was the name Dr. Bruce Banner. “Holy shit! I had an Avenger look over my biology notes?!”

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“So, let me get this straight: you met a beautiful woman on the subway the other day, bonded over your shared nerdy love of science and Star Trek, and even stared into each other’s eyes for a little bit like they do in those cheesy Hallmark Christmas movies…yet you didn’t bother to try and get her number? Geez, you’re rustier at all this than Capsicle!”

Pulling away from his microscope, Bruce took his glasses off and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I already told you, Tony, I gave her my business card before I got off the train. If she wants to contact me, then she will and we can see where we go from there.”

Tony rolled his eyes and sighed as he spun his desk chair around in a circle. “Yeah, that’s just the way every woman dreams of being wooed. Ever hear of romance, Brucie?”

“Did you seriously just call me-?”

“If you knew her last name and where she went to school, then we could have J.A.R.V.I.S. track her down and then you could go down there and surprise her…” The billionaire’s face illuminated with a bright smile. “I’m talking flowers, chocolates, expensive dinner reservations, front-row tickets to Hamilton, the whole shebang. You could easily sweep this chick off her exhausted and stressed-out feet, dude, if only you’d just bothered to take a page out of your BFF’s book.”

Bruce snorted. “And conversely, have you ever heard of stalking in the fourth degree? Those tricks might work with Pepper but you’re you and I’m me, Tony, and I’m definitely not the kind of guy that women would want to be swept off their feet by. I can’t even remember when I last went on a date, it’s been so long-”

The muffled chiming of Bruce’s cellphone echoed throughout the laboratory and interrupted his protests; he unearthed the phone from beneath a pile of loose papers and frowned when he noticed a new text message from an unknown number, but his confusion quickly shifted to elation once he read the text.

Unknown: Hi Bruce, this is (Y/N) from the train. You’ll be pleased to know that I got an A on my final!

The gif of a cutely-animated Spock dancing around in circles on the bridge of the U.S.S. Enterprise made Bruce snort in amusement, and it was soon followed up by a second text.

Unknown: Would it be too forward to ask if I can buy you a coffee, to thank you again for double-checking my notes and brightening my day?

“It seems that I might’ve misjudged your mystery lady…” Tony admitted as he peered over Bruce’s shoulder at the cell phone in his hand, a small but genuine smile on his bearded face. “You know what the word ‘halcyon’ means? It indicates a period of time in the past that was idyllically happy and peaceful, but a funny thing about that word is that can also describe happiness in the general sense.” Bruce arched a brow and the billionaire shrugged. “Pepper’s got me listening to some philosophy podcasts, they’re weird but pretty good. My point is that your chance for halcyon isn’t gone, my Jolly Green friend; it’s quite literally in the palm of your hand, but you’ve gotta be the one to hold on tight to it.”

The billionaire clapped Bruce on the shoulder and whistled a show-tune as he left him alone in the laboratory. The scientist reveled in the lighthearted feeling that threatened to consume him, unable to recall the last instance he’d felt so pleased to receive a simple text; (Y/N) knew about the Other Guy and the life Bruce led as an Avenger, and yet she still reached out on her own volition and even invited him out for coffee. It was presumptive to assume she felt the same way about him, but he’d be naïve not to acknowledge the intensity that had been evident in her (Y/E/C) eyes when they shook hands on the train.

“It’s just a cup of coffee,” Bruce muttered to himself, nervously biting his lip as he stared down at his phone, his thumbs hovering over the keyboard in hesitation. “Not necessarily my halcyon…”

The scientist typed out his enthusiastic reply and he couldn’t help but smile again, his heart hammering away in his chest as he thought about all the data he’d need to collect to prove his halcyon hypothesis correct and how nice it would be to have a scientist as lovely as (Y/N) to conduct some experiments alongside.

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A/N: Aww, I love a happy ending! Bonus points to anyone who can guess which show-tune Tony was humming (Hint: It’s from an old film musical that people consider to be a Christmas movie lol). Thank you all so much for reading and commenting, and I hope that you have a wonderful holiday season!

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asherloki · 1 year

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Imaginary convo between nat and me would be like:-

Me:- you fancy a doctor who turns into Hulk 🤣

Nat:- and you fancy a doctor who can't drive in any universe, looses his job and becomes a sorcerer?

Me:-😐

#doctor strange x reader #doctor strange #stephen strange x you #natasha x you #natasha romanoff #bruce banner

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storiesavenged · 18 days

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hello!! i just made this account to post some oneshots i have in mind for mcu characters and cast. asks are open, if you have a request feel free to send it in and i may write it. check here for characters i write for and what subjects i will write.

about me;

• joy

• they/them

• 20

• newer marvel fan

• mainly tony stark, doctor strange, bruce banner and thor odinson <3

• absolutely will not write smut.

• lowercase is purposeful

• all works will have a gender neutral, non race/look specific reader unless otherwise specified (ie. plus size, disabled, etc)

Writing For;

• Bruce Banner (Hulk) // Mark Ruffalo

• Thor Odinson // Chris Hemsworth

• Tony Stark (Iron Man) // RDJ

• Doctor Stephen Strange

• Clint Barton (Hawkeye)

• Rhodey (War Machine)

• Bucky Barnes (Winter Soldier)

• Peter Parker (Spiderman) // Tom Holland

• Steve Rodgers (Captain America) // Chris Evans

• Sam Wilson (The Falcon)

Warnings;;

i am an angst lover so there will be lots of angst. i do write lots of triggering topics (see list below), overall DD;DNE warning. my writing will contain swearing.

i am not okay with reposting, translating or copying of my work. if my stories are seen elsewhere in a different language or otherwise it has been taken without my permission.

please read at your own discretion!!

i am not responsible for the media you choose to consume.

TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️⚠️

• abuse/torture

• kidnapping

• eating disorders

• violence

• drugs/alcohol

• character death

• sexual assualt

• suicidal ideation

• anxiety/panic disorder

• PTSD

• bullying

etc... all works will have individual trigger warnings attached for what content is in them.

Masterlist ;;

key:

a : angst

f : fluff

~~~

Tony Stark // RDJ ;; assistant {a/f}

Steve Rodgers // Chris Evans ;; coming soon

Bruce Banner // Mark Ruffalo ;; experiment 03 (series) {a, f} |

Doctor Stephen Strange ;; rivalry {a, f} |

Thor Odinson // Chris Hemsworth ;; nightmare {a, f} |

Clint Barton ;; coming soon

Rhodey ;; coming soon

Bucky Barnes ;; coming soon

Sam Wilson ;; coming soon

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softestqueeen · 6 months

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✧*̥˚ fic recs *̥˚✧

here are some of my favourite fics! here are all of the fics i regularly re-read and go back to!

i will be updating this list as i go!

if you see your works here and want them removed, please reach out to me!

disclaimer: they are ALL x reader *heavy sigh*

last update: 30/06/24

✧*̥˚ marvel/mcu *̥˚✧

loki laufeyson

burning words by @lokiprompts (angst/fluff)

the ceremony by @smolvenger (smut)

i want you by @lokigodofmyheart (angsty fluff)

statues by @sassypossumm (fluff)

enchanted by @fqreverwinter (fluff)

my attention by @seriiousgiirl (fluff/smut)

love story by @averagewriter-inthedark (headcanon/ fluff)

you can wrap me round your finger by @spookyrea (fluff)

lokis little witch by @vbecker10 (smutty fluff)

training blues by @jiyascepter (hurt/comfort)

running into trouble by @vbecker10 (angsty hurt/comfort)

gossip by @lokigodofmyheart (smut)

like a queen by @lokisgoodgirl (smut)

blue christmas by @mochie85 (smut)

what makes a princess by @muddyorbsblr (fluff)

lace and beads by @sarahscribbles (smut)

bucky barnes

breeding kink blurb by @buckyalpine (smut)

pick me by @buckyalpine (angst & hurt/comfort; fluff)

drabble by @buckyalpine (smut)

please can i hold you? by @itsthewritergal (hurt/comfort)

one shot by @buckyalpine (angsty fluff)

a forbidden invitation by @thevillainswhore (smut)

wanda maximoff

good morning ࿏ wm by @themidnightcrimson (smut)

natasha romanoff

one for the road by @elaci (fluff/smutty)

stephen strange

my doctor by @withalittlehoney (fluff)

good girl by @futureplayboibunnie (smut)

his medicine by @ironstrange1991 (fluff/smut)

the goatee problem by @ironstrange1991 (fluffy drabble)

you're my comfort by @ironstrange1991 (fluff)

bucky barnes & steve rogers

accidents happen by @myfictionaldreams (fluff, smut, hurt/comfort)

adventures of amy series by @girlygirl14534

miguel o'hara

all brawn by @luvrxbunny (smut)

hot and bothered by @spiderlyla (fluffy smut)

bruce banner

cuddles are the cure by @late-to-the-party-81 (fluff/comfort)

steve rogers

tomorrow by @writtenfangirl (fluff)

here for you by @elixirfromthestars (hurt/comfort)

✧*̥˚ bbc sherlock *̥˚✧

sherlock holmes

sidewalks of london by @french-vanilla-in-the-clouds (fluff)

the london eye by @french-vanilla-in-the-clouds (fluff)

hold me by @fallingforunrealisticromance (fluff)

brother dearest by @starks-hero (fluff)

a single touch by @bakerstreethound (smut)

safe in your arms by @classickook (fluff)

too good to be true by @teigo-the-explorer (fluff)

let the light in by @starssaroundmyscarssblog (fluff)

dear jealousy by @french-vanilla-in-the-clouds (fluff)

a case of mistletoe and presents by @bakerstreethound (smutty)

✧*̥˚ call of duty *̥˚✧

könig

sugar daddy!könig by @yawnderu (smut)

pornstar!könig by @yawnderu (smut)

simon "ghost" riley

soft-tummy simon riley by @lovelyghst (fluff)

pornstar!Ghost by @shotmrmiller (smut)

drabble by @xiamentshoneypot (fluff)

wife of ghost by @august126 (smut)

✧*̥˚ harry potter *̥˚✧ *heavy sigh* i know

george weasley

the stolen sweater by @mayraki (fluff)

put your head on my shoulder by @weelittleweasley (fluff)

✧*̥˚ actors/actresses*̥˚✧

tom hiddleston

in too deep by @thefaefiction (smut)

✧*̥˚ criminal mind*̥˚✧

spencer reid

be my angel by @nereidprinc3ss (angsty fluff)

smut imagine by @minswriting

✧*̥˚ authors*̥˚✧

here are some of the authors i love to read and i always go back to!

@ironstrange1991 (stephen strange) her masterlist

@buckyalpine (bucky barnes) her masterlist

@luvrxbunny (bucky barnes, miguel o'hara, moon knight, joel miller) her masterlist

@fettuccin-e (oscar isaac & pedro pascal characters) her masterlist

@bakerstreethound (sherlock holmes) their masterlist their masterlist 2.0

@withalittlehoney (stephen strange) her masterlist

@melodygatesauthor (moon knight & miguel o'hara) her masterlist

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mrs-barnes-rogers-writes · 2 months

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Angel - Part 3

Marvel AU

Pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Enhanced Omega Reader x Alpha Bucky Barnes

Theme: A/B/O / True Mates

Summary: It's different when you're enhanced. Everything is different, every smell, every sound, touch, feelings. The way it's different doesn't make sense unless you are enhanced. Throw in what comes with Alpha and Omega instincts, and the intensity of your presentation is even more than any other. When you find yourself in need of help you can call on the alpha you trust the most, Natasha Romanoff. You just don't expect to find your alphas at the same time. Are you really enough for them? And can you really be the Luna to the Avengers?

"To be loved, to be loved by your mate is everything." - Wanda Maximoff

Reader is enhanced, has wings and has powers connected to electricity.

Chapter Summary: The aftermath of the readers attack continues.

Chapter Warnings: Description of sexual assault, attempted rape, torture (attacker uses an electric shocker on reader) and samples being taken.

“Scan complete.” F.R.I.D.A.Y confirmed. “Injuries, three broken ribs, two broken fingers to the left hand and one to the right, crushed vocal calls, concussion and bruising to her thighs, wrists and face. I’m detecting seminal fluid on the legs, stomach and personal areas. Suit is in tact but shows attempts at forced removal.”

“Agent, walk me through what happened.”

“Shall I interpret?” Clint asked.

“No,” Hill replied. “Let the AI do it, ideally it needs to be a neutral party.”

Clint nodded. You began to sign but your hands were shaky and your sentences abrupt.

“We got back from the mission and there were mentions of drinks in the mess. I wanted to shower first, there’s dust and rubble in my hair. He came to my room.”

“Who?” Asked Hill.

“AFH 23 Jones.”

There’s mutterings of “son of a bitch” and “I’m gonna kill him”.

“I’m going to need you all to stay quiet.” Hill instructed. There were huffs around the jet.

“Continue Agent.”

“He came to the quarters, my quarters, the room they’d put me in. I didn’t answer the door. They’d put him next door, at the side of me.”

Natasha growled. You’d already raised your concerns about Jones’ interest in you. He shouldn’t have even been in the same building.

“I waited for him to step back from the door and made sure it was locked.” You signed. “I put the shower on and then I heard another door. There was a connecting door.”

Your hands started to shake and your scent grew in distress to the point it burnt the other’s noses.

“Is this necessary? Does it have to be done now?” Asked Bruce.

“I’m afraid so Doctor Banner.” Came Hill’s reply.

“It was locked, I know it was. He said it wasn’t. Tried to give me whisky. I started to argue and went to check if he’d broken in. The handle was on the floor. He charged at me and we started to fight. He used a shocker.”

“What type?”

“For enhanced.”

Growls rumbled through the jet.

“He maced me as I tried to get it off and he knocked me to the floor and he said if I didn’t comply, he’d….”

Your hands shook and your breathing became more erratic.

“Breathe sweetie, you can do this sestra.”

You started to sign again.

“He said if I didn’t comply he’d have me thrown in the Raft. He’d have me put there as an out of control enhanced. He tried cutting at my suit but it’s the one Nat gave me.”

“Romanoff?”

“It’s Stark Tech same as the new S.H.I.E.L.D ones, I had Tony make a couple for her.”

“He couldn’t get it off and he hit me across the face. Every time I struggled he shocked me. I couldn’t move. He just carried on and rubbed himself all over me, his hands round my throat. He finished, sat there drinking the whiskey. He’d shocked me so many times I was paralysed. I couldn’t get up. I must have burnt through my blocker because the others were there then, they broke down the door, they saw what he’d done.”

“What others?”

“The team I was with.”

“I’ll need the mission team list.”

“I have access to her missions. I’ll send it over.” Nat added.

“Did they try to assist you?”

You nodded and signed yes.

“I didn’t want to stay there. The way they looked at me.”

“That’s understandable.”

“So you left and contacted Agent Romanoff?”

You nodded and pointed at the watch around your wrist.

“OK. Banner, I’ll need nail clippings and her suit bagging. If there’s anything in her hair I’ll need a sample of that too.”

“Understood.” Bruce replied as he gave you a sympathetic look.

You held out your hands and Bruce started to clip your nails. You zoned out as he whispered reassurance to you and didn’t come back around until Nat tried to guide you to the shower.

“Allowed?” You signed.

“Yes, Maria said you can.”

Nat guided you to a wall and before you have chance to ask questions a panel slides back and she ushers you in, you look around confused.

“It’s like the tardis.” You sign. Nat smiles as memories of Clint and you watching old Doctor Who reruns when you were bunkered down in a safe house flicker in her mind. “I didn’t see the door.”

“Well Tony likes things to look sleek and tidy, unlike his lab.”

You make no attempt to remove your underwear, the only clothes you’ve been left wearing. Realising you’ve left your bag in the ditch you sign to Natasha.

“My things, don’t have them.”

Nat holds up your mud covered bag.

“I have it, don’t worry. We’ll lend you anything else you need.”

You nod as your eyes fill with tears.

“Can I touch you sestra?”

You nod and she pulls you into her arms as you sob. It doesn’t take long for a knock on the door to sound.

“You guys OK?”

Clint, but you know Bruce is hovering near the door too. Both of their scents lingering nearby.

You pull away and start to peel off your underwear, as Nat confirms that she has everything in hand before asking F.R.I.D.A.Y to turn on the shower.

You step in and start to rinse yourself off. Nat points out the fancy pump on the wall as shower wash and asks the AI to give you her shampoo and conditioner. Two more pumps appear and she tells you which is which. You go about your routine as you usually would post mission. Two shampoos of your hair, conditioner left on whilst you wash your body but as you start to finish off the conditioner you feel the need to wash again, desperate to scrub your skin.

Nat, whose eyes have been on you throughout, watching you through the class screen door, straightens herself as you start to scrub at your skin, more vigorously as before. She glances at your wings that are drooping down your back to see they are still jet black. You pull them inwards and they disappear into your back, unchanging in colour. You scrub and scrub more, until it changes to clawing and Nat decides she’s seen enough. Pulling towels from the warmer and ordering F.R.I.D.A.Y to turn off the shower.

You swing around to look at her and go to speak but nothing comes out. Your frustration grows and you sign furiously at her.

“I wasn’t done!”

“You’re done sestra.” She replies, her alpha tone coming through, knowing you’ll argue. “Time to get out.”

You glare at her.

“You wanna turn into a prune?”

You huff and step out as she wraps you in a towel. For many your relationship was odd. A female alpha and omega who were as close as you were was unusual, even as pack sisters, and many thought there was more to it. But it was simply friendship, deep and encompassing but friendship, which had seemingly turned into pack bonds, with Clint and Laura included. Bruce not far behind. It was you that she’d fled to shortly after the battle of New York. When you’d swung open the door of the safe house you were staying in, she’d immediately told you Banner was her mate, only for you to playfully ask if he ‘AND the green guy were’. She’d told you to fuck off and then sulked in the bath (that you’d ran for her) for two hours. You’d told her she’d be wrinkling like an old prune and she’d finally got out to yell at you some more.

Once she’d gone back to New York and they’d mated you’d hoped she’d give you some breathing space. Wrong. Nat had been on your ass about meeting the others since the group had formed and her insistence grew as the pack did. Now, it looked like she’d get her wish but not in the best circumstances. What will the others think of you? What about what’s happened? Will they think you’re weak?

You snap out of the million questions for yourself as Nat tells you she’s going to brush your hair. She doesn’t get far as the lights flash with an alert, which is soon followed by a knock on the door.

“I’ll be back.” She assures you. You start to look at yourself in the mirror and huff at what a mess you look. You pick up the brush that Nat has left at the sink and do your best to brush through it as your body pulls and aches. You throw it into a loose plait from the bottom of your neck and find the hair tie in your bag.

There’s a knock and Nat steps back in her scent and that of the others wafting through the door. Concern. Worry. Stressed.

“I’m sorry Y/N. We’ve got a situation we need to handle.”

“Situation?” You sign back, as she starts to pull out your clean clothes from your bag and help you into them.

“Rogers, Barnes and Wilson were on a mission. Their jet got into trouble on the way back.”

It might be the concussion but you’re confused. How do two super soldiers, both experienced pilots, and an experienced Pararescueman like Sam Wilson get into trouble on their journey home.

“Sitrep.” You sign but she ignores you. The change in her scent though changes and the worry takes over from concern.

“Romanoff! Sitrep!” You sign. “I can help.”

“No!” She snaps back at you. “You’re hurt. We have it covered.”

She gives you a once over, now dressed in leggings, a cropped t-shirt and a pair of fluffy socks and snaps at you for not having a jumper. The door to the shower room slides open and Clint waits to wrap you in a blanket before guiding you to one of the seats near the front of the jet and strapping you in.

“Stay put.”

Your eyes narrow at him but he doesn’t seem bothered as he plants a kiss on your head and walks away. Bruce appears then with a cup of something flowery and definitely alcoholic.

“Here. It’ll take the edge off. It’s Thor’s, so it even works for us.”

Enhanced, he means. You nod and knock it back like Natasha throws back vodka.

“OK, I meant sip it but that’ll work.” And he takes the cup and moves to the back of the jet.

The warm sensation from whatever of Thor’s you’ve just necked, the blanket over you and the hum of the jet lulls you to a light sleep. You try to fight it but it seems Bruce was right and you really should have sipped the drink.

Little did you know that when you woke up soon after you’d quickly discover that all hell had broken loose.

Fancy a cuppa? My Ko-Fi.

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theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction · 1 year

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Marvel Masterlist

One Shots

Spook-vengers Tower - Reader, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Peter Parker, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson (all platonic)

Better Than Gifts - Reader, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Peter Parker, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Wanda, Vision, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson (all platonic)

New Years Eve - Steve Rogers x Reader ft. The Avengers, Doctor Strange, Peter Parker, Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes (all platonic)

Not Making It Out - Loki x Reader

Love Is Sacrifice - Loki x Reader

Champion Selection - Loki x Reader

My Mistakes - Loki x Reader

The Task - Loki x Reader

Pulled From The Timeline - Loki x Reader

Poisoned Ice - Loki x Reader

Pompeii - Loki x Reader

Madripoor - Bucky x Reader

Why Would I? - Bucky x Reader

A Small Thing - Bucky x Reader

Not The Worst - Bucky x Reader

A Little Help - Bucky x Reader

When You Wake - Bucky x Reader

What We Started - Bucky x Reader

Kiss Her, Captain. - Steve x Reader

Attacked - Steve x Reader

Aftermath - Steve x Reader

The Drink Allergy - Steve x Reader

A Subtle Escape - Steve x Reader

A New Mission - Tony x Reader (platonic)

3am - Frank Castle x Reader (platonic)

Trick or Eat - Venom x Reader (platonic)

Halloween Cookie Surprise - Venom x Reader (platonic)

When Ghosts Hunt - Robbie Reyes x Reader

Under The Flame - Robbie Reyes x Reader

As Imagined - Ben Poindexter x Reader

Surprise Guest - Clint Barton, Reader, Kate Bishop

Earpiece Patch - Clint Barton, Reader, Kate Bishop

Imagines + Mini Fic

Imagine Steve wanting to propose but having to hold off because of the Civil War

Imagine Steve's surprise when you hit an entitled party guest

Imagine flirting with Steve much to his surprise

Imagine inviting Steve to the newly created Memorial Centre

Imagine a kiss from Steve to distract you from blinding pain

Imagine boldly telling Steve how you feel mid-mission

Imagine waking Steve up after being disturbed by a nightmare

Imagine being paired with Steve during the time-travel mission

Imagine Steve’s anger when you go off book during a mission

Imagine being the last person that Tony tells about 'moving day'

Imagine Bucky’s therapist asking about you

Imagine laughing at Bucky after his failed plane jump

Imagine getting caught in the crossfire of John Walker’s rampage

Imagine trying to talk John Walker down at Zemo’s apartment

Imagine waiting for Bucky and his cake delivery

Imagine convincing Bucky to get back into dating

Imagine taking Bucky to meet his dinner date

Imagine being ambushed by HYDRA while waiting for Bucky

Imagine Bucky being present when you wake up

Imagine Sam’s pleasant surprise when Bucky treats you gently

Imagine refusing to work with Loki at the TVA

Imagine Loki trying to explain his theory to you on a busy day

Imagine Loki being asked to let you go

Imagine discovering that Loki is to aid in the escape of Asgard

Imagine Loki falling asleep on your hand

Imagine Mobius shocking you with an idea regarding Loki

Imagine Loki hearing about your variants

Imagine sending Mobius to calm Loki after you’re injured

Imagine Loki stealing your pie at the TVA

Imagine your surprise when Thor brings Loki to Norway

Imagine learning that Hela wants you dead too

Imagine waking up on Sakaar to find Loki trying to help

Imagine Loki learning why you lied and faked your death

Imagine asking Thor about a gift that you gave him

Imagine Thor trying to grant you visitation with Loki

Imagine Thor learning that you’re in Norway with his father

Imagine Thor asking Loki about your whereabouts on Sakaar

Imagine finding Venom raiding your pantry

Imagine spending the holidays alone in Avengers Tower

Imagine checking on Robbie’s injuries

Imagine helping Matt escape the prison after Fisk takes control

Imagine Marc Spector inquiring about your hand injury

Imagine Khonshu trying to convince you to be his avatar

Imagine going present shopping for the Avengers

Imagine the Avengers when they learn that you and Bucky were attacked

Imagine Clint coming to you after a mission gone wrong

Imagine Fury asking you to be a diversion

Series

The Rider’s Guardian - Robbie Reyes x Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Stowaway Cloak - Stephen Strange, Reader (platonic)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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Doctor Papa

dni: k!nk, anti-agere, agepl4y, or ddlg-esque blogs 🍄 this blog is a safe space for age regressors and age dreamers 🍄

pairing: caregiver!papa!bruce banner x regressor!little!reader

characters: uncle thor, bruce banner, reader, mentions of: steve, bucky, sam, and tony stark.

summary: you have to get MRIs done but you're nervous. thank goodness, papa knows how to cheer you up.

word count: 1,751

content warnings: MRIs, hospital gown, reader is written like they're a child's height, no mention of a particular chronic illness, please tell me if i'm missing anything

author's note: tadaa!! all done! this is the most i've written for a one shot! very proud of myself. also, this is inspired by me having to get MRIs done recently ajfhs

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Sometimes stuff we've done lots of times can still seem scary; which is annoying because who wants to feel anxious about the same exact thing over and over again?

You have to get these scans done by tomorrow. With every heart of your being, you wished that wasn't true but your previous scans were too old.

UGH!

Luckily, your papa had a trick up his sleeve.

He told you to stay here, in this gigantic, empty, white walled room. It was utterly boring, there were no paintings or statues or anything. Not even toys! Well, okay, you had your Mr. Rainy Day Bear but still! At least there were floor to ceiling windows- OH, and a skylight, too. Those are always nice.

While you waited for Bruce to come back, you watched what went on outside. There was Tony using his latest invention to attempt to lift Uncle Thor’s hammer. Tony still had no idea that it couldn't possibly work! How silly of him.

Bucky, Sam, and Steve stood in a far apart triangle. They were tossing around the Captain America shield like a Frisbee, guffawing, and yelling things that were joyously incomprehensible. It looked like lots of fun! Definitely more fun than MRIs. Maybe, they would let you join in later.

The double doors of the empty room swung open and papa’s humongous green form entered.

“Okayyy, love bug, I've grabbed all the cardboard pieces from recycling that weren't gross.” He grimaced thinking about the black, moldy gunk that spoiled some previously useful parts. He shrunk back down to Bruce Banner size after dumping the cardboard into a large pile. “We should have enough for our little art project.”

“Art project?” You looked at him expectantly. Your eyes were actually lit up with stars of joy this time, instead of meteor shower anxiety.

The idea was to make a cardboard MRI machine. Having an art project to focus on would comfort and reassure you about the process you would go through tomorrow. If he could make it fun, your anxiety wouldn't be so bad.

“I’ve seen the machine before, papa, I can make the bestest one yet!” You hopped on your toes, giddy with tight, flapping fists.

“I grabbed your sticker books and some paint, too-”

“OH YAY, THANK YOU PAPA, THIS IS SO EXCITING!!”

Mission accomplished. Anxiety gone, replaced with magical cure Art Project™. Bruce smirked to himself.

You laid down on a tall, square cardboard piece. Bruce traced your form with a sharpie as you giggled. Once you had the correct length, you both began cutting a rectangular piece and put that piece on a metal cart with wheels.

Then, you cut out half circle pieces and hot glued them all together until it made one large 4D sphere with a hole in the middle like a donut.

At one point, the glue burned you but Papa Bruce fixed it right up and stopped the booboo pain with a cure-all kiss.

Your cardboard MRI machine may look done to outsiders but it wasn't even close. It was missing the most important part of all: the stickers! There were heart stickers, stickers with dolphins, rainbow stickers, puppy stickers, stickers that had Mr. Hulk and Papa on them, too! There were even stickers of Stevey, Bucky, Iron Man, and Uncle Thor! Papa said for your birthday he'd make stickers with you on them, too.

You also painted squiggles, polka dots, lines, circles, triangles, kitty cats, and zig zags. All of them in your most favoritest color.

“There!” You stood proudly, hands on your hips. “Now, it's very, very pretty, papa.”

Papa gave you a minute and then asked, “Are you ready to practice?”

You blinked and sighed. Defeat warping your mood. “Yeah...”

Papa spun away, put a doctor's coat on, and then turned back, holding a clipboard. “Alright, are you the caregiver for Mr. Rainy Day Bear?”

“Yeah, papa.” You lightened up a little bit.

“Papa? No, I'm Doctor Doctor. Who's papa?”

“You're papaaa!” You pointed at him.

“Okay, okay I'm Doctor Papa.” He repeated, “Are you the caregiver of Mr. Rainy Day Bear?”

You tilted your chin up and did a faux British accent. “Why, yes, sir. He's feeling very, very bad and needs a scan.”

“Ah, yes, I see that on his chart, Caregiver.” He flipped through the scribbled pages on the clipboard. “Let's have. Mr. Bear lay down on the table with his head on the pillow.” Bruce gestured with his hand.

You laid your stuffie down on the pretend bed, placing Mr. Bear’s head gently on the pillow. You patted his hand for good measure.

Doctor Papa put ear plugs into the bear's ears and placed cushy pink headphones on him. The headphones had cat ears on them. Papa raised his voice a little, “Mr. Rainy Day Bear, what kind of music do you like to listen to?”

“Doctor Papa, Mr. Bear is nonverbal.” you said matter of factly. You raised your pointer finger to the sky. “I’ll answer for him. He likes The Wiggles, Papa- I mean Doctor Papa.”

“Alrighty then, The Wiggles album coming right up.” Bruce pulled out his phone, scrolling until he found the right music. “Wiggles rave?”

You nodded, then kissed the tippity top of Rainy Day’s head. “You'll be okay, Mr. Bear.”

Bruce began to push the cardboard bed into the donut sphere. You took a big, big deep breath in.

“BRRRR BEEEP AGHHHH RRRRR DNNNN-”

That breath was immediately released back into the atmosphere. “PAPAAA!” You clutched your chest, laughing so hard your legs felt weak.

Doctor Papa continued, “DRRRRR EEEEEE EHHHHHH MRRRRRR!”

You were rolling on the floor, tears leaving your eyes. How silly of your papa!

“BRRRRRrrrrrr….” Papa rolled the cardboard bed out of the donut. “How are you feeling Mr. Bear?”

“Papa, he can't hear you!”

Bruce laughed. “Oh, yeah, right.” He removed the headphones and then the earplugs. “How is the fantastic Mr. Bear?”

You lifted Mr. Bear’s paws and had him sign to Bruce, ‘I am okay.’

“Perfect! Let's take a look at your scans here…” Papa turned around and scribbled quickly on the paper. When he faced you again, he showed you the scan. It was a poorly constructed scribble of Mr. Rainy Day Bear with a big, biiiiiiiig, heart right in the middle. “I knew it, Lots-Of-Love-itis.”

You unburied the British accent. “Quite good, sir. Well done, Mr. Bear.” You placed a hulk sticker on his paw and hugged him tightly.

Papa kneeled down and asked, “Do you want to practice with you this time?”

You gave it a thought, looking this way and that. “Hmmm, will you make the funny noises again?”

“BEEEEP BRRR-”

“Not right now, Papa!” You shouted with a smile.

“Oh, during the practice?” He waited for you to finish rolling your eyes. “Yeah, I can do that.”

“Okay…” You breathed in, out, in, and out slowly. “Let's practice, Doctor Papa.”

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“Big day, lille venn.” Uncle Thor said as he helped tie the back of your hospital gown. He double knotted the strings behind your neck and then the ones by your hip. “There you are. All set.”

You frowned at that, looking at Thor with big, watery eyes. “Not all set.”

“It'll be okay.” His hands (placed on your shoulders) turned you to face him. “Remember your breathing?”

“Mhm.”

“Let's do it together.” He raised his left hand as you did the same. “Climb Yggdrasil, breathe in.”

You traced up your pointer finger.

“Let's sit at the very top, hold your breath.”

You paused at the tip of your finger.

“Slide down the Yggdrasil branches, breathe out.”

You traced down your pointer finger.

Uncle Thor had you repeat that four more times, until the tears dried and the anxiety flowed further away.

“Very good, great job. Let's go see Papa.” He held your hand as he walked you towards the scary room. Worse than the boring room from yesterday.

You turned the corner and there was Papa at the computer. “Hey there! The computer’s prepped and waiting for you, little one.”

You looked at Papa, then Uncle Thor, and then Papa again. “Okay… I'm ready.”

Papa led you to the metal bed. It was rectangular and thin. A sheet was laid out on it so you wouldn't get super cold. There was a thick pillow on the end that had your favorite kitty cat pillowcase on it, which made the corners of your lips turn upwards.

Papa pressed an arrow down bottom next to the donut sphere that brought the bed down to your level. He held your hand as you hopped on and then helped position you onto the center. He guided you through a big, deep breath so that your body was as comfortable on the table as can be instead of tense.

Next came pink headphones with cutesy kitty ears on them and plain boring ear plugs so that your hearing wasn't hurt from the loud noises. Papa already set up your favorite kind of music so when the headphones were placed on you, it was already playing. Bruce furrowed his brow in question, moving his thumb up and down. You replied with a thumbs up. You were ready.

Bruce handed you a panic button to hold just in case and laid a blanket over you to keep you warm. Papa kissed the top of your head and left the room.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath in and out.

BBRRRRRRR

‘It's okay. I'm okay.’

BEEEEEEPPP

‘Woohoo, I'm doing awesome!’

REEEEHHHHHH

‘This is boring, it's got to have been a bajillion minutes by now.’

After ten years (minutes), the machine stopped and Papa walked back into the room. He gave you a high five and bunches of praises that you only heard some of because of all the ear protectors. But you could tell by his facial expressions that he was so very proud of you.

He pressed the arrow down button again and the bed began moving to an easier height. You removed the headphones and earplugs yourself, you felt like such a big kid (in the best way)!

You stretched this way and that while making funny noises which made you abrupt into hearty giggles.

Bruce held your hand as you jumped down. Next thing you knew, he was hugging you tightly, picking you up, and spinning you around and around!

“I'm so very, very proud of you, bumble bee!”

You kissed his cheek. “Thank you, Papa!”

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mrs-elsie-barnes · 11 months

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The Old Gods and The New - Chapter 4

One God to Another | Loki x Reader

Loki begins your training at an unexpected moment, but you both end up learning something new.

Warnings: Loki gets wet! Suggestive descriptions. Reader is still locked up :(

Green divider by @firefly-graphics

Series Masterlist | Loki Masterlist | Masterlist

Loki sauntered out of the room, hiding his eagerness to see you behind his veil of teasing. Although he would’ve liked to go directly to your room, he detoured to Dr Banner’s lab at the request of Stark’s robot assistant. The god wasn’t particularly fond of disembodied, omniscient voices telling him what to do, that was more his game, but he followed the directions to Dr Banner’s lab nonetheless.

“Doctor,” he nodded, leaning against the large desk and folding his arms across his chest.

Bruce barely looked up from the complicated diagram infront of him. Loki knew that his presence made the man uncomfortable, but he couldn’t help how others reacted to him.

“Loki, she really seemed to engage with you last time. Do you think you could ask about the Grandad? We couldn’t find any guardianship order or documents linking them. I don’t even think their DNA matches.” Bruce said, removing his glasses and wiping them on his white lab coat. He looked up at Loki then, through blurry eyes, as if staring straight at the man would turn him to stone.

“Do you have a lot of experience with women, Doctor Banner?” Loki drawled, looking at his long fingers and neat nails.

Bruce flushed cherry red in answer.

“I find that women do not respond to being interrogated.” Loki pulled the cuffs of his shirt down and the starched fabric became tighter, moulding to his muscular torso and broad shoulders.

“We just need the information, Loki. Not a date.” Bruce grumbled. “Just ask her.”

“Ask her?”

“About her Grandad,” Bruce was clearly frustrated, but kept his voice to a quiet hiss, still hidden behind his workbench.

“Hmmm…no. I’ll talk to her how I want, I’ll do what I want and what’s more, so will she.” Loki walked backwards towards the door, “and maybe, if you all behave, I’ll share with you.” He gave one last smirk before pushing both doors open and striding back into the corridor.

Loki knocked on the locked door of your room, you'd made it clear you wanted respect and, what's more, Loki believed you deserved it. An honour that he knew you didn't yet understand.

“Yes?” When he pressed the intercom button, he heard your voice as a thin, wary whisper.

He entered slowly and smiled as you turned to greet him, the bracelet on your wrist caught the sun, sending sparkles of green dancing over the white clinical surfaces. He wasn’t sure if you would want to keep it on but his chest swelled at the sight of his colours complimenting you so well.

“Loki!” You smiled when you saw him, when was the last time anyone had smiled at his presence? “You came back!”

“I promised I would, did I not?” He grinned as you reached out your hand to him.

“I wanted to show you something.” You pulled him over to the smaller mirror, the real mirror, that was placed over the wash basin.

Standing in front of him you stared at your reflection, concentration written on your brow. Loki stared too and then, in the corner of your eye, a gold fleck appeared. You smiled and then gold took over the whole of your left iris and then the right.

You looked at him through the mirror, “I did that, I thought about it and I did it."

You swivelled to face him and he couldn’t help but touch you, hands on each cheek, to better examine your changing countenance and your beaming smile.

“Very good Little ásynja, it seems you did not need my assistance after all.”

“Oh no, I do, I do. This took all morning. I want to do more, I want to control my hair and my height - and -and I want to stop people being uncomfortable around me. I want them to kiss the right people, not me, and -”

Loki ran his thumb over your bottom lip to quiet your rambling. It was a risk, but you didn’t seem to mind the attention or the touch, in fact the air got thicker in the room the longer he touched you, hot and close, his heart sped up again and sweat formed on his brow.

“Little ásynja we can practise all of those things, but we should start small.”

“Yes, teach me please.” You bounced on your heels, a glow filling the room as the sun hit full in the sky. Loki looked at his watch, 3pm. The sun was in the wrong place.

“Calm down, please. Darling,” he smoothed a hand over your hair and down your back, stilling you for a moment. “First let us find you some calm and then we will practise a simple trick.”

“Calm?”

“Yes, you must be calm so you can free your mind to explore your magic. What would make you relaxed?” Loki had a good idea of what he’d like to do to help relax you, something akin to his last visit but maybe with less clothing, but considering the sun was still in the wrong place and he wasn’t entirely sure you’d noticed, he decided to take it slow. “A bath maybe?”

You nodded, “that would be wonderful, the shower here is horrible.”

Loki waved a hand, checking for cameras and dropping fabric across the mirror again.

“A bath sounds like a good idea,” another wave and a huge copper bath appeared, high at the back with a small table next to it covered in coloured bottles and squares of lined cloth.

“Incredible,” you breathed, running a finger along the top edge, “it’s warm!” You let out a giggle and Loki could see how the mortals were so enamoured with you, your smile was infectious, bubbling as high as the bath. And as he looked at you, a feeling of joy washed over him too.

You looked around nervously, and Loki worried you might ask him to leave. Instead he resolved to make himself integral to your relaxation process, if he was indispensable then he could stay.

He placed his hands on your shoulders, “sometimes the women of Asgard would wear linen shifts when bathing in public,” his magic simmered and a soft white cotton shirt appeared around your body, a thin lace keeping it together between your breasts and collar bone.

“It’s comfortable,” you observed, playing with the lace.

“Good,” Loki smiled softly and held his hand out to help you over the tall side of the bath, and you paused there, your hand in his.

“The room isn’t very relaxing,” you glanced at the medical bed, the plain table and small window.

“Agreed," a gold halo surrounded the room, the walls darkening into wood panels, the tiny window widening into a fireplace complete with roaring fire.

“Loki, it's beautiful,” you breathed. And there was that smile again, so genuine and warm. Loki tipped his head towards the bath and supported your weight as you climbed in.

Settling against the high copper back of the bath, you sighed, your eyes fluttering closed at the sensation of the water soothing your body. The shift floated around you, giving you a distinctly angelic air that had Loki's trousers feeling uncomfortably tight.

Loki watched the pearls of water move across your body as you made waves with your hand, the smell of lavender oil permeating the room.

He took the opportunity to study your relaxed posture, no hint of inhibition when you put yours hands on the side of the bath. Loki could see your nipples, soft and pebbled, under the translucent linen and he ached to lean forward - to climb in - to sit behind you and hold you and be the one that grounded you in your body before he helped you unleash your magic.

Loki was clouded with lust, dizzy, the room was too hot and the steam rising from the bath was creating mist on the windows and mirror.

He reached a hand in, tracing down your side with his finger, his fingertips touched the underside of your breast lightly and you sucked in a breath, holding still.

Loki looked up, catching your eyes, trapped by the black and gold that stared back. So unnatural that the hair stood up on the back of his neck. The ends of your hair stuck to your shoulders and he couldn't quite catch the colour or the texture as it shimmered and changed, your magic evaporating from you like steam and you were staring at him, boring into his soul.

“Shall we do some magic?” You asked, reaching a damp hand out to him and flicking scented water over his face.

Anger flashed through Loki's mind, immediately replaced by confusion when he saw your face, a smile at the corner of your lips. You were…playing with him.

And then the smile fell and he studied your face. Were you nervous now? When you were so happy and relaxed before.

Maybe his anger had shown too much, his confusion that anyone would want to play with or tease him, and you had retreated into yourself.

Loki steeled himself, trying to release the side of his mischief that had been hidden for a long time, the side that laughed and joked and wanted to make others laugh too.

He pulled his hand back and scooped up the water, splashing you back.

Now it was your turn to sit in shock and his heart beat loud in his ears, waiting for you to react.

Water trickled down over your cheeks and lips as they turned up into a broad smile and he matched it, flicking water from the ends of his fingers and revelling in the sound of your giggles.

His magic welled inside of him, roiling and rising at it had a thousand years ago when he was a God, and not an invader, he felt his sedir deep within himself, connected to you and Midgard. The vacant feeling that missed Asgard was hollow, but surrounded by new branches, new links, and for once he didn’t feel unwell or tired. He felt like a God.

You played for a while, splashing water and allowing Loki to cast charms on the water that made waves appear, a row of magical ducklings, paddling towards you and from the depths of bath, a miniature whale, blowing fireworks as it breached the surface, it’s wide tail splashing you on it’s return to the deep.

He was incredible, this god before you, funny and kind and handsome. You knew his past, of course, but it was hard to believe that this Loki would willingly harm others. Tricks and mischief were one thing, that he radiated from his very being, but evil? Cruelty? It didn’t seem possible.

“Let us begin with an easy trick, one of my favourites," Loki said, and a small jug appeared in his hand. He filled it from the bath, while your keen eyes followed his every move until his arm snapped forward and he poured the jug over your head without warning.

Loki sat back on his heels and watched as you spluttered.

“Loki! What are you doing!”

He sat back with a grin. “Dry your hair.” He ordered, crossing his arms across his chest and leaving a damp spot on the sleeve of his shirt where he tucked his hands.

You glared at him, and then reached a hand out of the bath for a towel, but he closed his hand around wrist and slowly lowered it back into the water, “with magic,” he encouraged.

“How?”

“Just, think about it. Imagine how you want your hair to look after. You want it to be dry, but eventually you can practise changing the style, the colour, the textures. We won’t change the length or colour today, just dry it.”

You turned away from him and scrunched your face up in concentration, just dry it indeed, as if it was that simple! He couldn’t help but smile, you just looked so cute with your eyes closed, focussing so hard. The thought of you laughing and smiling with him again was in his head before he could do anything to stop it.

As the God of Mischief, Loki had spent a good deal of his childhood playing tricks and games, making fun and pulling pranks. As an adult he had assumed that he needed to evolve his pranks, make them grander. But perhaps this easy jesting was what his heart truly needed. He felt light and carefree watching you splutter as, rather than dry, your hair seemed to get wetter and heavier. Your nose wrinkled and the ends of your hair began to lighten, no longer heavy and weighed down with water.

“Ásynja, look,” you opened your eyes and looked into the small mirror Loki held for you, grinning at your reflection.

“It’ll take ages for the rest to dry though,” you grouched, touching the top of your head which was still soaking wet, but the ends were perfectly dry.

“You should be proud of your achievement,” Loki lifted your chin with a finger, “do you think those mortals can do this? No. It is hard because it is special. Again,” he snapped his fingers and water appeared above your head, dousing you once more.

“You bastard!” You laughed, snatching the jug and pouring water over him in return. Loki would normally have pulled his knives by now at such an insult, the bitter feeling of loneliness, of being the punchline of a thousand jokes for a thousand years mellowing into a distant hum as you giggled at him through your own wet hair. And Loki laughed too, a deep rumbling laugh that broke out of him and filled the room until you were both sucking in your breath, hiccuping and clutching your sides.

Loki managed to calm down long enough to bring you both back to your lesson. His smile lingered at the corners of his lips when he spoke again.

“Watch, think about being dry, picture it. And-” Loki moved his neck, the water vanishing from his shoulders and hair, the trickle on his nose gone.

You stared, in awe, and then your features shifted into a determined stare. “I think it’s harder when I’m still in the water,” you stood then, unabashed, and climbed out of the tub, dripping on the floor until a rug appeared under your feet.

You closed your eyes, clenched your fists and muttered to yourself, shifting your body as Loki had. The feeling of clinging linen was gone, instead you felt warm but dry, the hair stuck to your face was now perfectly dry and styled. You cracked one eye open and caught your reflection in Loki’s mirror.

“I did it!”

“Well done Ásynja, darling you’re doing so well!” Loki glowed with pride, you were learning quickly, discovering the depths of your magic with precision and focus.

“Now we have learnt some magic for you to practise, what else do you desire?” Loki had been hoping to guide you to himself as he watched your nipples harden under the linen of your shift.

You walked to the fireplace peering at it and inspecting the mantle that Loki had created.

“I want out of this room.” You said seriously “I won’t be a danger, I promise, I just want to be free.”

“I will do my best, darling, but you must understand they do not trust me either.”

“What about your brother?”

“Thor?”

“Yes, can he help? I’ll promise him to be good too, I really won’t start any fires,” Loki felt a little sick at the thought of you speaking to Thor, it hadn’t crossed his mind that at some point he’d have to share your attention with anyone else, especially not another God. And that you would be ‘good’, he didn’t want you to be good for anyone. He wanted you to be carefree, daring, perhaps even a little wicked. He wanted to be the one to set you free. He hadn’t realised how lonely he had this time with you, his icy demeanour thawing under the rays of your smile.

“I can discuss the matter with him,” Loki agreed. “He has their favour so may be of use.”

There was a curt knock at the door, Loki was still being heavily monitored and he was sure they wouldn’t be happy about the curtain or him breaking the cameras again.

“I must go, my Little Ásynja, I will return as soon as I can,” the glimmer that Loki had created around the room changed and the sterile environment reappeared.

You took Loki by the hand and squeezed for a second, “I’ll miss you,” you gave him a shy smile and he bent down in return, aiming to place a chaste kiss on your cheek. But you turned your head, pressing your petal soft lips against his and stole a single kiss.

Loki, surprised and flustered by such a bold move, only stepped back, attempting to rein in his control.

“I shall miss you too darling, but I will be back.” He closed the door behind him, taking one last look at you before the lock slammed into place.

Loki found Thor in the main common room deep in conversation with his fellow Avengers.

“Brother, what have you discovered?!” Thor waved him closer, patting the seat next to him on the sofa.

“Why do you keep covering the mirror,” Steve asked, fiercely, speaking over Thor. Loki decided to ignore him. Your need for privacy was obvious, if the Captain couldn’t understand that then it was beyond explanation.

“You must release her. Give her a real room. Under my tutelage she is gaining control of her powers. She has not changed appearance, she is the same height. And she managed some simple magic today. Have no fear, mortals, the girl is no danger, just a little…wild, that’s all.” Loki took the seat next to Thor and inspected the cuffs of his shirt, the smell of lavender still clinging the the soft fibres.

“She is doing magic, that’s pretty dangerous.” Sam said, his concern clear but without judgement. Sam was calculating without being ruthless, like Bruce he merely wanted to understand the fullness of the situation before committing himself. Steve and Tony, on the other hand, seemed to take only a split second before becoming agitated.

“We don’t even really know who she is. She won’t even give us a name.” Steve said before turning to Loki. “But you, you call her something, what does it mean?” His tone took on an accusatory edge, his arms folded across his chest.

“Quit it Steve,” Sam tugged on his shirt, trying to get him to sit down again, “Loki is here to help.”

“What does he call her?” Thor asked, gleefully, leaning forwards in his chair.

“Would you like me to continue to teach her to control her magic? Because she requires freedom, air, access to the elements and to peace.”

“No.” Steve insisted.

“I understand,” Loki began to tease. “She is far too terrifying a being to bring out here, with your-” Loki waved his hand at the assembled group “-’heroes’. We wouldn’t want to frighten them with their own secretive, lusty, thoughts.” Loki kept his eyes trained keenly on the Captain while he lifted an eyebrow, itching for him to fight back, to fall into his traps.

“Assinyar or something, ” Steve answered Thor.

“Ásynja?” Thor asked, gleefully.

“Yes!”

Thor looked at Loki, half with love and the other half brotherly mischief, and tipped his head to the side.

“Ásynja, is that so?” Thor appeared to think for a moment, before settling back on Steve. “Loki is right.” Thor agreed, and the god almost fell off his chair, “if she is to be an Avenger she must learn with the group.”

Loki smiled genially, “Thank you, Thor.” But deep down his heart clenched at the thought of handing you over to the Avengers for good.

To Loki’s relief plans had been put in motion to secure you a new lodging in the compound and it wasn’t long until he was was called down to your new room, according to Bruce you would see no one but Loki, even if it was to grant you some form of freedom around the compound. Your bedchamber was to be opposite Loki’s in the guest suite and, for insurance, Thor had been moved as well. Loki assumed Thor would be put out by his move, but he instead seemed thrilled to be taking part in such menial tasks as moving his clothes, treating the entire morning as a jolly game while Loki’s thoughts swirled frantically.

Loki had been delighted by the news, appearing early and trimmed out in his finest Asgardian leathers to accompany you around the compound to your new quarters. But he was still uneasy about the Avenger’s involvement and, somewhere deep down, concerned about your true nature.

All thoughts were forgotten as soon as you smiled at him though, taking his hand in your own and walking close by his side back to your new rooms.

“They don’t like me anymore,” you’d mumbled, taking an extra step to keep up with his long strides.

“They are selfish. They are fickle. They are mortal. We must make allowances.” Loki answered, briskly, tucking your hand into the crook of his elbow.

“You keep saying they are mortal like I’m not. What did you see when you saw my memories?” You came to a stop and stood before him, hands on your hips as your piercing gaze bore into his own.

Loki was taken aback, he hadn’t realised you were aware of him entering your thoughts. He was speechless, how was he to explain what he had seen?

“Let us sit down, darling,” Loki looked very serious and it did nothing to fade your fears. “If I tell you all now, well, I don’t know what would happen. I believe the common parlance on Midgard is 'blow your mind’?”

“Wow, okay. So. That bad?” You chewed your lip.

“You remember your Grandfather, yes”

“Yes”

“When did you go to live with him Ásynja?”

“When I was very young.”

“And do you know your age, have any pictures or memories, school books? Do you mean you were a babe in arms, or a child?”

“Well, no,” you looked frightened suddenly, your eyes darting back and forth as you dove into your memories. He was right, you couldn’t remember.

“No. Because, my darling, he was not your grandfather. I have yet to discover who he truly is because you don’t know.”

“That means, at some point, I did at least know that he wasn’t my Grandad?”

You were smart, he liked that.

“Perhaps, yes.”

“Why did I stay? Why was I there then?”

“Darling you were drugged. Sedated. Kept there. You are much older than they thought and t that old man and he is not your grandfather.”

“Wait, what, go back. How old am I?”

“So as to avoid 'blowing your mind’ let’s go backwards slowly so you can get used to it. If you were, say, twenty-five,you would have been born in the late 1990s. But I have seen your memories of you at Glastonbury, 1970.”

“Wow, as, like, a kid?” You sat heavily on one of the modern leather couches dotted about the corridors.

“No,” Loki put his hands on either side of your face, “just like this, except you were powerful, in control. You’ve done this before, that’s how I know you can control these powers.” Standing over you like this, he blocked the light until all you could see was his serious face looking back. Loki concentrated on the memory he had seen and he could feel you searching for it too as he slipped back inside of your memories. You smiled as the images came flooding back, the smell of beer and flowers and patchouli oil, the feel of the sun on her bare skin, long linen skirts wrapping around her knees and ankles as she danced in circles.

You pulled away with a gasp, “Have you told the others?”

“No,” Loki looked affronted. “Of course not.”

“Okay, good. Good.” You chewed the tip of your thumb again absently. Loki reached his hand over to your mouth, brushing your thumb away with his own.

“And I never will unless you want me to.” He insisted, cupping your cheek in one broad hand. He was as cool as always, but it was a welcome relief to your heated body. Whatever was going on was deeper than you’d thought, just some mutant gene that had been dormant during your childhood. To be alive in 1970 and still looking as you did…that was something more.

“Let’s keep it between us.” You waved a hand between the small gap between you both and how could he do anything but obey when you looked at him like that.

Loki nodded, taking your hand and leading you further down the corridor towards your new rooms, you were silent for a while and then, as if struck by lightning, you were full of energy.

“Well. Now I know I’m powerful, I can show you something!” You looked excited and Loki brimmed with pride that he had brought this excitement, this assurance, out of you. “I’ve been practising.”

Loki knew you had, your appearance had been stable for the last three days, even when you were angry you’d manage to maintain yourself. Plus, he had heard you training, muttering encouragement to yourself as you stared in the mirror. All you had to say was his name and it became a prayer chant in his mind.

You took Loki’s hand between your small palms, one hand above and one below. When you pulled them away you slowly revealed a thin silver ring with a delicate, dark sapphire set deep into the band.

“A gift,” you whispered looking up at him through your lashes, “from one god to another.”

And he kissed you, he couldn’t help it, you were all consuming. Your magic tangible, drawing him closer until he was engulfed by it, swallowed in the glow that you created, the sunlight and heat spreading from your body across and mixing with the crackle of his own magic. Was it sedir or lust at your fingertips, he couldn’t tell until they burnt him.

Loki took your wrists, holding you away from him with a jovial smile.

“Darling, please desist from burning me."

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Endgame (Chapter Seven)

Summary: (Y/N), Thor and Rocket travel to 2013 Asgard on a mission for the Reality Stone, but an unexpected setback forces (Y/N) to seek the help of an old friend.

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings/Disclaimers: Disclaimer for a depiction and discussion of grief disorders, PTSD and their symptoms, and a brief scene depicting a panic attack

A/N: This was a very sad chapter to write but also one I’m incredibly proud of! Thank you for reading, I hope you all enjoy!

Chapter Seven May 2013 Asgard (Previous Chapter)

With a blinding flash of light, the trio swiftly grew to their usual heights and landed with wobbly legs onto a stone-covered floor, taking a moment to regain their bearings before deactivating their Quantum suits and looking up at their surroundings. They were standing in the middle of a grand chamber, with towering pillars carved with sophisticated designs and domed ceilings decorated to perfection with intricate paintings detailing the long history of Asgard; the edges of the arched windows were adorned with gold moldings and as she looked out at the sprawling city outside, (Y/N) couldn’t help but smile through the sadness brought on by the beautiful sight. Asgard had once been a stunning realm filled with such rich history and technological achievements rivaled only by Wakanda’s, but it was violently destroyed and those who survived Ragnarok had been decimated twice-over by Thanos. We can’t fix what happened to their home or the attack they suffered on the Statesman, but we can sure as hell bring their Vanished friends and family back to them, (Y/N) silently vowed, brushing off her brand-new black tactical uniform and adjusting the pieces of her old Asgardian armor.

“Now this is more like it,” Rocket muttered as he took an appreciative look at their opulent surroundings. “This fancy palace has a treasure vault, right?”

(Y/N) gave the raccoon a stern look. “That’s not what we’re here for, Rocket.”

“Hey, it was just an idea!” He exclaimed defensively. “You know, (Y/L/N), the Tesseract’s just collecting dust down there in that vault right now; explain why we couldn’t just grab it while we’re already here for the Reality Stone, again?”

A sharp clattering noise echoed off the stone walls and caused them both to draw their blasters as they whirled around, only to see Thor stumbling away from the gilded candelabra he’d knocked over and lumbering out of the chamber. “Because as it is, our hands are plenty full without adding another Infinity Stone to our mission.” (Y/N) slung her blaster’s strap over her shoulders and hurried after the semi-sober Asgardian. “Thor!”

The sound of approaching footsteps at the end of the hallway spurred her on and she managed to shove Thor behind the nearest pillar just in the nick of time, quickly clamping a hand over his mouth to muffle his protests as the footsteps grew louder. Four familiar Asgardians soon strode past their hiding spot, thankfully unaware of their presence as they walked with purpose: a fair-skinned woman with flowing black hair and shining silver armor, a blonde man sporting a carefully groomed mustache and goatee, a larger man with a frizzy head of bright red hair and a bushy beard, and a shorter man with slicked-back dark hair and intelligent eyes beneath a prominent brow. Thor’s own eyes were filled with longing and regret as he watched the foursome disappear from view; when (Y/N) removed her hand from his mouth, he croaked out, “My friends. Those are…those were my friends…”

“Sif, Fandral, Volstagg and Hogun, right?” Thor nodded and (Y/N) gave his shoulder a consoling squeeze. “I’ve seen flashes of them in Loki’s memories; they seemed like they were very loyal friends to you.”

“They were…but not to Loki. They hardly ever treated Loki kindly…” The Asgardian’s voice shook with grief. “W-Why didn’t I ever tell them to stop?”

“Thor-”

“Why didn’t I speak up for my brother?”

Rocket poked his head around the column. “The coast is clear, guys, c’mon!” He frowned when he noticed Thor’s emotional state and (Y/N)’s helpless expression. “Everything okay, Thor?”

Taking a trembling breath, Thor nodded once and attempted to smile. “Yes, I-I’m fine. Jane’s chambers are this way.”

The Asgardian reluctantly took the lead and as they made their way down the deserted hallway, (Y/N) and Rocket exchanged a knowing look; Thor was handling their mission far worse than they anticipated and the sooner they got their hands on the Aether, the sooner they could get him home and away from the triggering memories of his past. Once they reached the end of the hall, they found themselves standing in a large corridor lined with columns, elevated tombs and flame-filled basins, the warm sunlight streaming through the windows illuminating the space and the sweet smell of roses filling the pleasantly warm air.

“Someone’s coming!”

Rocket grabbed onto (Y/N)’s belt and pulled her behind the nearest crypt as she latched her hands around Thor’s arm, and the three of them pressed themselves closer to the carved stone as a handmaiden walked past and knocked on the nearest door; (Y/N) peeked around the crypt and watched as the door opened to reveal Doctor Jane Foster, smiling to herself when the scientist balked at the bundle of fabric draped over the handmaiden’s arm. “For you, Lady Jane.”

“…Um, do you have anything with…pants?”

“Pants?”

Jane’s brown eyes widened at the Asgardian’s confusion and quickly replied, “Never mind, these will be fine. Thank you.”

“Yes, milady.”

When the door closed and the handmaiden walked away, they stood and Thor’s eyes remained fixated on the door ahead of them. “That’s Jane…”

“Okay, I think the easiest way to get that stone would be for me to go in there by myself and explain our situation to her.” (Y/N) reached into her pocket and withdrew the small extraction device that Bruce and Tony created for them the night before. “She’s a brilliant scientist with a deep understanding of quantum physics, so this shouldn’t be too much of a stretch for her to believe; the fact that we’re both human and both women doesn’t hurt, either.”

“Or, we can get Tubby over there to charm her so that I can poke her with that thing and extract the Reality Stone,” Rocket countered as he scampered up onto the crypt and shrugged. “And then, we’ll get gone lickety-split before we run into any of those creepy-ass Dark Elves.”

Rolling her eyes in exasperation, (Y/N) turned to ask for Thor’s opinion and frowned when she noticed how he was backing away from them. “Thor?”

“I’ll be back, okay? There’s a wine cellar that’s just down there. My father used to have this huge barrel of Aakonian ale that you guys might like, so I’ll see if the scullery has a couple of to-go cups…”

A displeased Rocket crossed his arms over his chest. “Aren’t you drunk enough already?” The sounds of more approaching footsteps forced them to duck down behind the crypt and they watched as a small group of women walked through the corridor; the woman leading the group was beautiful, with long flaxen hair that was styled to perfection and an ornate blue dress adorned with pieces of golden armor, and (Y/N) didn’t need to delve into Loki’s memories or even glance over at Thor to know who she was. When the Queen of Asgard and her handmaidens turned the corner, Rocket stood up on the crypt and turned towards them. “Who’s the fancy broad?”

“It’s my mother…” Thor croaked, his expression crumpling as his eyes filled with more tears. “She dies today.”

“…Oh.”

(Y/N)’s brow furrowed in worry as the Asgardian’s breathing accelerated and his unfocused eyes darted around his surroundings. “Are you okay, Thor?”

Thor shook his head. “I-I can’t do this, I can’t do this. I shouldn’t be here, I shouldn’t have come. This was a bad idea…”

“Come here,” Rocket demanded, gesturing to the spot in front of him.

“No, no, no, I think I’m having…I-I’m having a panic attack.”

(Y/N) took a cautious step closer to him. “I think you are, too. I need you to take a deep breath for me, Thor, can you do that?”

“I shouldn’t be here, I shouldn’t be here…”

“Come here. Right here.”

“I shouldn’t be here…this is…th-this is a bad-”

Rocket slapped Thor in the face and (Y/N)’s jaw dropped in outrage. “Seriously, Rocket?!”

The raccoon was unperturbed by her outburst as he launched into his stern tirade. “You think you’re the only one who lost people? What do you think we’re doing here? I lost the only family I ever had; Quill, Groot, Drax, the chick with the antenna, all gone.” He pointed at (Y/N). “(Y/L/N) here lost her frikin’ baby! Now, I get you miss your mom, but she’s gone. Really gone. And there are plenty of people who are only kinda gone…but you can help them. So, is it too much to ask that you brush the crumbs outta your beard, make schmoopy talk to Pretty Pants, and when she’s not looking, such out the Infinity Stone and help us get our families back?”

As he took in his teammate’s impassioned words, Thor started to wipe away his tears. “O-Okay.”

“We both believe in you, Thor,” (Y/N) added, reaching forward and taking one of his large hands in hers, an encouraging smile on her face despite her mounting apprehension. “You can do this.”

“Yes.” The Asgardian nodded to himself. “Yes, I can.”

“Good.” Rocket jumped down from the crypt and gave (Y/N) a sheepish look as they fell into step. “Was the slap too much?”

(Y/N) sighed and nodded. “Undoubtedly, but the speech was just right.” She spared Thor, who was murmuring words of encouragement to himself and anxiously adjusting his stained sweater, a brief glance over her shoulder before grimacing and whispering, “I still think my plan is better. Thor doesn’t seem okay, Rocket, and he shouldn’t be doing this right after having a panic attack.”

“Nah, he’s fine! Isn’t that right, Heartbreaker?” They both turned around to see an empty stretch of corridor and no Thor in sight. “Thor? Thor!”

With a groan of frustration, (Y/N) closed her eyes and dropped her head into her hand. “Dammit, this cannot be happening right now…”

Rocket’s mouth hung open in stunned disbelief as he turned to her and threw his hands up into the air. “Well, what the hell do we do now?!”

“I don’t know, Rocket, just give me a second to think,” She snapped back and fought to keep her own rising panic in check. “Shit, shit, shit. We can’t search the palace for someone who doesn’t want to be found and steal an Infinity Stone at the same time, not when the Dark Elves will be launching their attack soon…” While she thought up various scenarios only to deem them improbable in the same moment, (Y/N) recalled the last piece of advice she’d received from Natasha before embarking on their slowly-unraveling time heist.

“Stay safe out there, hot-shot; don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

Natasha would know exactly what to do, (Y/N) thought to herself as she called to mind her friend’s parting words, she’d get in touch with one of her hundreds of contacts around the globe and formulate the perfect plan while only going off her intuition-

“That’s it!” (Y/N) exclaimed, bending down and pressing the extraction device into Rocket’s small hand. “Here, take this and if I’m not back in twenty minutes, then you’ve got my permission to get that stone by any means necessary.” She gave his shoulder a gentle pat before turning and sprinting away down the corridor. “I’ll be back soon!”

“Wait, where the hell are you going?!”

“To ask an old friend for a favor!”

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Considering how technologically-advanced Asgard was and how physically powerful its people were compared to humans, it was fairly easy for (Y/N) to break into the palace’s underground dungeons; a small scuffle and a couple of stun discs later, she was brushing herself off and stepping into the maze of cells in search of her old friend. Each cell was walled off by glowing gold-tinged force fields, translucent so that visitors could see in and prisoners could look out, and (Y/N) found herself quickly scanning each occupied cell as she jogged down the eerily-silent halls.

When she rounded the first block of cells, (Y/N) skidded to a sudden stop and her breath hitched as her eyes landed on the figure lying in the cell before her. Loki Odinson – the God of Mischief, the youngest Prince of Asgard and her unlikely friend – was reclined on his bed, his ankles crossed and an arm tucked beneath his head while he tossed a silver cup high into the air over and over again. His handsome features were etched with boredom and perhaps a hint of self-pity, and (Y/N) found herself beginning to tear up; Loki had spent so much of his life believing that he didn’t truly belong and that no one would come to understand him, but (Y/N) did. In the short time they knew one another, the pair bonded over their shared loneliness and the dangerous situation that they were forced to navigate together and in that brief period of time, she saw a side of him that very few people had ever had the privilege of seeing. As painful as it was to see him in such a saddened state, she couldn’t help but feel happy to glimpse the man who helped her deliver her daughter and fought side-by-side with her again, so many years after his tragic death.

“Haven’t you heard, mortal? It’s dangerous to speak to the villainous God of Mischief all alone,” Loki suddenly remarked, continuing to toss and catch his silver cup without a single glance in her direction. “Now, run along back to Thor and leave me to my solitary existence; I’m sure that my dear brother is missing his new little pet.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and didn’t bother stifling her exasperated snort. “A little dramatic, aren’t we? My name is (Y/N); I’m Thor’s friend, not ‘pet,’ and the theatrics are entirely unnecessary because I’m not afraid of you.”

“Then you must either be very brave or very foolish.” The youngest Prince of Asgard set his cup down on his nightstand and closed his eyes, his unoccupied hand fiddling with the hem of his emerald-green Asgardian day-robes. “Regardless, you’ve momentarily piqued my interest. What makes you so confident that I’m different from all the stories you’ve undoubtedly heard from my dear brother?”

“Because I know you, Loki…or I will, in about five years or so.” She smiled triumphantly when her old friend’s fingers stilled against the stitches and his brows briefly twitched together in puzzlement, and she continued on before he could find a way to interrupt her. “You’ve lived your entire life in your older brother’s shadow, you use the power of fear to push others away when they dare to try and understand you, and you firmly believe that your true heritage is what makes you a monster. But you see, the Loki that I know is so much more than that; he’s kind and caring, fiercely protective over the ones he cares about and even though he can be a little bit of a pain in the ass sometimes, he’s one of the few people I’d trust to have my back in a fight.”

After a long moment of silence, Loki chuckled to himself as he stared up at the cell’s ceiling. “Thor seems to have grown more callous during my year of imprisonment, sending his new mortal friend here to torture me so ruthlessly. Tell me, were you trained in the art of deception by Agent Romanoff? Is this the Avengers’ clever ruse to unbalance my mind because if it is, you’ll be disappointed to learn that my sanity abandoned me years ago-”

“When Thanos and the Black Order tortured you?”

The lighthearted smile on his face vanished and was replaced by a darkened glare as he got up from the bed and slowly stalked towards the cell’s force field; although it might’ve been her mind playing tricks on her, she thought that she spotted a glimmer of something – recognition, perhaps – in his blue-green eyes, but it was gone as quickly as it appeared and before she could ponder its meaning more, the God of Mischief finally spoke with a dangerously steady voice and a distrustful mask on his face. “Who told you of such things?”

“You did. In 2018, you saved mine and my daughter’s lives by helping us escape Thanos and when you did, you used your magic to place certain memories of yours into my mind so that I could warn the Avengers of his impending invasion. It didn’t do much good, though; Thanos still collected all six Infinity Stones in the end.” A line formed between Loki’s brows as he searched her face for signs of deceit and his frown deepened when he found none; she took another step closer to the humming force field and crossed her arms over her chest, anxiously aware of how little time she had left before the Dark Elves’ imminent attack. “I traveled here from 2023 to reverse the destruction that Thanos wrought on the universe, but I need your help to do it.”

Loki plucked at the palm of his hand, a nervous gesture she’d seen him do countless times during their turbulent month on Sakaar, and although he did his best to hide it, she could practically see the wheels in his head turning as he considered her words. “I spent centuries mastering and perfecting my magic, cultivating it until I became one of the most powerful magic-wielders Asgard has ever seen…but in all that time, I’ve only been able to conjure a premonition once; a glimpse of a conversation I would come to share with an unlikely confidant.”

Searching his intense gaze, (Y/N)’s eyes widened as she pieced together what he was inferring; the glimmers of recognition apparent in his blue-green eyes when they first met in Greenwich Village in 2018 and just then when she approached his prison cell, they all swiftly clicked into place and made perfect sense. “You saw me?”

Loki nodded. “So tell me, (Y/N) of Midgard, if you’re truly who you say you are, then what did I once tell you about my magic?”

“That your mother taught you magic to help set you apart from Thor. Although it made people more wary of you, to you it became a comfort,” She recalled without a moment’s pause, even smiling a little as she thought back to the deep conversations they’d once shared while learning to survive together on Sakaar. “You once told me that every time you turned a flower into a frog or cast fireworks into the sky, you’d hear your mother’s voice in your head reminding you that you can do anything.”

It was an unmovable fact that the Loki that (Y/N) knew was dead and gone, having died a heroic death at the hands of Thanos and knowing in his heart how much he was loved by his friends and his brother. The Loki standing before her hadn’t yet experienced the heartaches, betrayals, kindnesses and redemptions that would shape him into the man who helped her give birth on a hostile alien planet and who was there for her when she had no one else to turn to; as she looked at the younger Loki standing behind the glimmering force field, however, she could detect the hints of the man that he would become hidden beneath his air of posturing self-assuredness and the ghost of his trademark grin playing on his thin lips.

“When do we start?”

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Sneaking through an Asgardian palace is much easier to accomplish with magic on your side, (Y/N) thought to herself with a sideways glance at her companion; Loki had cast an illusion over his appearance, disguising himself in the armor of a palace Einherjar and leaving a clone of himself behind in his prison cell, and to the average person’s eye he appeared entirely at ease as he led her down the grand hallways, but she knew better. He was shocked when she explained Thor’s deteriorating mental health in the wake of Thanos’ success and without a second thought, he told her exactly where Thor would go.

“My brother and I are different in almost every conceivable way, but we both hold our mother in the highest regard.”

“Okay, we’ll find Thor first and then we’ll figure out a way to get the Aether. C’mon, we’re running out of time…”

They hurried down the halls to the Queen’s chambers and (Y/N) kept apprehensively checking her watch, fully aware that their window to steal the Aether was shrinking more and more with each passing minute. But they couldn’t finish the mission until they retrieved Thor, so all (Y/N) could do was cross her fingers and hope that they found the Asgardian before the twenty-minute deadline she gave Rocket abruptly ended with Doctor Foster being unceremoniously stabbed with an extraction device wielded by a talking raccoon. When they turned a corner, they were met with an open doorway through which they could see two figures; Thor was seated on a settee at the foot of a massive bed, his elbows on his knees and his hands tightly clasped around a goblet of water, and Frigga stood at the massive window overlooking all of Asgard, patiently listening to her son as he told her of his supposed failures.

“Thor?” Loki breathed in disbelief beside her, seemingly at a loss for words as he numbly took in his older brother’s broken expression and harrowing appearance. “What…? What happened to him?”

(Y/N) gave him a sympathetic look. “Thanos happened. All of us were affected by what he did, but Thor took it the hardest.”

Her old friend considered her answer for a moment. “Earlier, you mentioned a daughter; she wasn’t spared from the Mad Titan’s wrath, was she?” She shook her head and he pursed his lips, wordlessly turning back towards the open doorway and listening in on the ongoing conversation within.

“His head was over there…his body over there…what was the point? I was too late.” Thor took a small sip of water before setting the goblet down on the table at the end of the settee. “I was just standing there, like some idiot with an axe.”

“You’re no idiot,” Frigga gently chided as she walked across the chamber to where her son sat. “You’re here, aren’t you? Seeking counsel from the wisest person in Asgard.” Before either of them could hide themselves from sight, the Queen of Asgard glanced over at the open doorway and gave them both a welcoming smile. “Well, one of the two wisest people on Asgard, at any rate.”

Loki quietly chuckled and used his magic to reverse his illusion, and (Y/N) swallowed the lump in her throat that formed when a stricken Thor set eyes on his younger brother. “As the clear runner-up for that particular title, I feel I should be offended that I wasn’t sought out for my sage advice as well.” (Y/N) trailed behind as he strode into the chamber and into his mother’s tight embrace; when they pulled away from one another, Frigga held onto Loki’s hand while he finally turned his attention to his brother. “Thor Odinson, an idiot? No. A failure? Absolutely.”

Thor snorted in amusement and wiped his stray tears away. “That’s a little bit harsh, brother…”

“And do you know what that makes you?” Frigga gave Loki’s hand a final squeeze before moving to sit beside her oldest son and brushing his unkempt hair behind his ear. “Just like everyone else.”

“But I’m not supposed to be like everyone else, am I?”

“Everyone fails at who they are supposed to be, Thor. The measure of a person – of a hero – is how well they succeed at being who they are.”

(Y/N) smiled to herself as she took in Frigga’s wise words; on paper, she was a historical-fiction novelist whose biggest challenge was keeping film studios from obtaining the rights to her novels and butchering them with terrible adaptations, but that certainly wasn’t who she was. She was a writer, a professor, a wife, a mother, and just a person willing to do the right thing no matter the consequences; she wasn’t quite comfortable calling herself a hero, of course, but she felt as though she was quite successful at being who she was. I knew that I’d like Frigga, she thought with a smile, crossing her arms over her chest and watching the touching scene play out before her, a familiar longing to hold Carina in her arms again taking hold of her.

With a sniffle, Thor looked up from his lap and gave his mother a small smile. “I really missed you, Mom.” They both leaned forward to rest their foreheads together and after a moment, Thor got to his feet and moved to stand before Loki, his mismatched eyes welling with fresh tears. “And I really missed you too, Loki.” The older Asgardian pulled his brother into a fierce hug; Loki stiffened in surprise but after a moment’s hesitation, he slowly wrapped his arms around Thor and buried his face in his shoulder.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, (Y/N).” Frigga stood from the settee and shook her hand. “Thor managed to tell me a little about you; it’s a comfort to know that my sons both have such a kind and understanding friend in the future.”

(Y/N) smiled. “It’s nice to meet you, too. I-”

“Wait.” They both turned to see Thor release Loki and look between his brother and his mother. “Mom, Loki, I-I have to tell you both something-”

“No, son, you don’t,” Frigga softly but firmly interrupted. “You’re here to repair your future, not ours.”

Thor shook his head. “But this is about your futures.”

The Queen of Asgard only continued to smile up at her oldest son, and (Y/N) briefly wondered if Loki wasn’t the only member of his family to receive a premonition through magic. “It’s none of our business.”

“Brother, I care not for what destiny supposedly has in store for me.” Loki held his arms out and gestured to himself with a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “I’m a Loki, aren’t I? I forge my own destiny; I always have and I always will.” The brothers shared a look before Loki turned to face (Y/N). “Shall we steal ourselves an Infinity Stone now?”

Before she had a chance to reply, a frazzled Rocket ran into the chambers on all fours and her eyes widened when she spotted the swirling red fluid within the extraction device clutched tight in his hand. “Rocket, I thought I told you to wait twenty minutes before doing anything crazy!”

“You’re lucky I even waited at all! Our window’s nearly closed and you’re both in here wasting time with these fancy-looking weirdos,” Rocket huffed in annoyance but he sobered when he realized that they weren’t alone. “Um, hi, you must be Mom and the little brother…”

“I beg your pardon?”

The raccoon ignored Loki’s indignant sputtering and held up the device containing the Aether for (Y/N) and Thor to see. “I got the thing. Come on, we’ve gotta move.”

As Thor said his goodbyes to his mother, (Y/N) turned to Loki and gave him a smile. “I’m not really sure how this time travel stuff works, but I do know that we’ll meet again someday soon. In five years, to be exact.”

“I look forward to it, mortal.” Her old friend inclined his head downwards in an informal bow. “Good luck.”

She moved to stand beside Rocket, who was tucking the extraction device into his belt pouch, and when Thor finally joined them, the raccoon began to tap away on his time-space GPS. “Come on, we’ve gotta go. Three, two-”

“No, wait!” Thor suddenly cried out, thrusting his arm out and stretching his palm open wide.

Rocket blinked in confusion. “What am I lookin’ at?”

A knowing smile played on Frigga’s lips. “Oh, sometimes it takes a second.”

Loki mumbled something under his breath about ineffectual weaponry and (Y/N) hid her amused smile behind her hand and not too long after, a whistling sound filled the air and a gust of wind ruffled their hair as Mjolnir flew straight into Thor’s grasp; the older Asgardian laughed in shock and delight, gripping his hammer’s handle tight and beaming up at them. “I’m still worthy.”

“I never once doubted you were,” (Y/N) replied, standing on her tiptoes and pressing a chaste kiss onto his flushed cheek. “But we’re out of time, Thor. Let’s finish this mission and go home, okay?”

There was a glimmer of longing in Thor’s mismatched eyes as he spared another glance at his family, but he gave her a firm nod and bravely squared his shoulders. “All right. Thank you, Writer (Y/L/N), for letting me see them again. I…I needed this, more that you’ll ever know.” He looked over at his mother and brother with a teary smile on his face. “Goodbye.”

Frigga blew him a kiss while Loki gave him a small wave. “Goodbye, Thor.”

The three of them activated the time-space GPS’s affixed around their hands and in an instant, their Quantum suits encased their bodies and they vanished into the Quantum Realm.

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With another blinding flash of light, they exited the Quantum Realm and grew to their normal heights as they reappeared on the platform in the middle of the hangar in 2023. (Y/N) released a breathless laugh and instantly launched herself into Steve’s arms, clinging to him as he tightened his hold on her and burying her face in the crook of his neck. Hearing the sounds of their teammates celebrating around her, (Y/N) smiled while her heart hammered away in her chest. “Did we do it, Steve? Did we actually do it?”

“I think so, sunshine…” Steve pressed a firm kiss onto her cheek before setting her down, his brow furrowing a little when he took note of her agape mouth. “What’s wrong?”

“What the hell are you wearing?” (Y/N)’s eyes widened as she took in her husband’s changed attire; instead of his older Captain America uniform, the super-soldier was dressed in vintage olive-green Army fatigues with the name ‘Roscoe’ stitched onto the breast pocket and a dark bruise was beginning to blossom across his cheek; her suspicions were confirmed when she glanced over at Tony and saw his similarly vintage clothes, and she loudly exclaimed, “You two went to the 70’s?!”

An impressed Tony nodded and clapped Steve on the shoulder. “Yeah, we got in a pickle and had to drop into a different convenient point in history to nab the Tesseract. How’d you know, Austen?”

“Because you’re wearing bell-bottom slacks, Tony, and those unfortunate abominations have the 70’s written all over them. Isn’t that right, Nat?”

(Y/N) looked away from the pair to give Natasha a grin but instead of the smirking spy, all she was met with was the sight of a sopping-wet Clint slumped onto his knees and staring down at the Quantum Tunnel platform. Grief was written across the archer’s features and (Y/N)’s grin slowly faded away as she realized that there were unshed tears in his reddened eyes; Steve’s hand tightened on her waist and as the sounds of celebration tapered off, Bruce took a small step towards the kneeling man. “Clint, where’s Nat?”

The archer didn’t answer, but no words were needed to understand the reason behind his tears. It was as though the world stopped spinning and as (Y/N)’s mind frantically raced to think of any possible reasons for her friend’s absence on that platform, she knew in her aching heart that Natasha Romanoff was gone.

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A/N: Yeah, I’m gonna go cry now, so see you next year! Thank you all so much for reading and commenting! I’ve created a Spotify playlist inspired by this series, and I’ll be updating it every time I upload a new chapter. Enjoy!

Spotify Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5L6MERx3PIydW3FyNPqYvl?si=ad6c46de8e954c11

Chapter Eight

“Endgame” Masterlist

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