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cutiepisenpai · 4 years ago

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Gifted part 8

Spencer Reid x F!Reader Warning: Slight angst, fluff Since the team didn’t have an active case, Hotch told them to take the rest of the day and the next day off unless they got called in. Spencer took Y/N home and he wanted to make sure she was okay so he went all the way to her door. The ride in the elevator was strange, he had taken this ride so many times and yet everything about being with Y/N now was like the first time again. When they get to the door, Y/N unlocks and opens it turning around to face Spencer. “Do you want to come in? I can um show you the first episode of the show I mentioned.” Y/N asks. “You should probably rest instead of trying to watch tv.” “Ugh I’m so tired of being told to rest. Rest isn’t going to fix anything. And if anyone should be resting it you. Like when was the last time you got a full night's sleep?” She rants. “I try to sleep but I can’t. The last time I slept the entire night was before you got shot.” He says low, almost a whisper. “Why would that stop you from sleeping? You didn’t get shot?” she asks. “Because I love you! And I was worried about you! And you didn’t remember me and I couldn’t do anything about it.” he yelled in a strangled voice as tears began to fall, all the sorrow and frustration he had suppressed coming to the surface. Y/N’s heart hurts for him. Everyone avoids mentioning anything about their relationship, never saying anything about them being more than friends. She had her inkling but now she was sure of it. She steps closer, reaching out to touch him but hesitates before wiping the tears as they fall, “Let’s go inside.” She leads him in to sit on the couch and she takes a seat next to him rubbing his back trying to console him. “You can talk to me about anything. I might not remember what things were like before but I’ll always be here for you.” They sit together eventually falling asleep on the couch.

Spencer was the first to wake up a few hours later. The apartment was dark sun having already set, yellow street lights shown through the curtain. He felt a comforting weight on his chest and when he looked down he saw Y/N sleeping on him. It felt so normal to be here with her like this he rubs a hand up and down her back. His hands make their way up to her head scratching at her scalp and lightly behind her ear and she smiles in her sleep. Her smile brings him so much joy, “I miss you so much sweetpea.” He says. She turns in her sleep and mumbles, “I miss you too honeybee.” His heart swells. She does remember not consciously but somewhere in there she remembers him she still loves him. Finally relenting and enjoying the memories he had with her he relishes in the feeling now. She shifts eyes opening to look up at him and for the first time in a long time she doesn’t look at him like a stranger, “Whatcha staring at creep?” She asks giggling. He had never been so happy to hear her call him a creep, “You are beautiful.” He smiles back at her. “Even with this large bruise?” She asks pointing at her eye, he takes a hold of her face gently swiping his thumb over the bruise. When she doesn’t move away from his touch he leans forward placing a gentle kiss on the bruise. Her eyes flutter shut relishing in the feeling even when he pulls away, it’s the most real anything has felt since she woke up in the hospital. “Can I ask you a favor?” She asks. “Yea, anything.” “Can you tell me about before, honestly tell me.” “Yea um yea I can do that. On your first day at the BAU I met you riding up the elevator…” He smiles thinking about it, “When we got out and walked into the bullpen my eyes were glued to you. I was being so obvious and then Morgan noticed and teased me for it. I was such a nervous wreck around you I couldn’t even talk you every time you talked to me I would get lost in your voice.” When he looks into her eyes and sees the tears forming, “Why are you crying?” He asks “I wish I remembered. The way you talk about it I really wish I could remember everything.” He wraps his arms around her pulling her against his chest kissing the top of her head, “Don’t worry even if they don’t come back we can make new ones. I’m just happy you know.” They lie there together until Y/N’s stomach growls, “Shush” She says looking down and Spencer laughs at her reaction. “We should probably eat dinner.” He says. “I don’t feel like cooking.” “We can order something.” “Sounds good” They end up up ordering chinese food and Y/N makes fun of Spencer for not being able to use chopsticks. After dinner they watch the first episode of Doogie Howser M.D. because how could they not.

That night when Spencer went home instead of sleeping like he should, like he told Y/N he would, he started researching ways to recover memory. When he looks over to the clock and sees the time he runs to take a quick shower before gathering all the stuff he spent the night finding and going to Y/N’s apartment. “What’s all that?” Y/N asks seeing the bags Spencer is carrying. He sits the bags down pulling articles and items out setting them on the coffee table. “I did some research on memory recovery and I have some things you could try.” He says. “Is that why it looks like you didn’t sleep? Maybe you should have slept instead the chances of any of these working is slim.” She says sitting down next to him. “It doesn’t hurt to try right?” He asks. He starts to look so disappointed and she can’t handle it. “Ok fine, but please stop looking like a kicked puppy.” “Okay so exercise, a healthy diet, and sleep are by far the most important, but other than sleep you already have a good grasp on the others.” He says. “Hey I sleep just fine when I’m not being called into work.” She says defensively. “The dark circles under your eyes tell a different story.” “Really? This coming from you. I’m pretty sure your eyebags are damn near permanent. Talk about the pot calling the kettle black.” She says poking at the bags under Spencer’s eyes. “Anyways other things that might also help are meditating, writing in a journal, learning a new skill and puzzles. I’ve got crossword and jigsaw puzzles to start. We can also play chess.” He starts rambling about the benefits of using these tools to strengthen her memories. “You do know these all help retain memories right, not regain them.” “I know” He says, there’s that look again. “Ok I’ll make you a deal if you sleep more I will try these and see if they improve memory.” She offers her hand pinky out. “A pinky promise? We’re adults.” She continued holding her pinky out for him with a look, a look he is familiar with that means she is being serious. He wraps his pinky around hers grasping tight and she smiles, he loves that smile. When they let go she reaches over to pick up the book with the crossword puzzles. “I have a preference for word searches.” She says opening to the first page pen in hand. “I know you do but you need a challenge and you can figure out a word search just by glancing at it.” She sticks her tongue out at him in response.

The rest of the week goes well. Spencer checks in with Y/N everyday asking about how the meditation and journaling is going. She checks in with him to make sure that he is in fact sleeping. While they were on a case they did crosswords on the plane and during the little breaks they had Spencer would quiz her on any amounts of random information. The team enjoyed watching the two laugh and joke and even argue again. Morgan, Prentiss, and JJ are driving back to meet up with everyone else. A phone call comes in from Garcia, “Hey Baby Girl, what’s up, any new information.” “Me no but that’s not why I’m calling.” Garcia says. “Not that we aren’t happy to hear from you but what’s up?” Prentiss asks. “How are our love birds? She asks, voice full of hope. “They are doing just fine.” Prentiss answers. “That is not what I mean, JJ said they were acting normal again.” Garcia says. “Well on the plane they were sitting together again arguing over a crossword puzzle. She brought him snacks and made him limit his coffee. Earlier he kept asking her random questions and she got tired of it and glared at him.” JJ explains as they all chuckle. “I’m so happy. I don’t think I would have been able to take watching them apart.” Garcia says. “Well you can’t force anything just have to let it happen.” Morgan says. They hang up when they reach the local police department pulling up at the same time as Hotch and Rossi. When they walk in they are surprised at what they see Y/N is sitting on a table looking up at Spencer who appears to be yelling at her. Initially they are concerned until they see Y/N burst out laughing at a very frustrated Spencer. He storms off as Y/N tells him to wait still laughing. “What happened?” Morgan asks. She is still laughing tears streaming down her face from laughing so hard. When she finally stops laughing and catches her breath, “We were discussing Dr. Who and I asked how he could watch a show with improbable science. To which he argued that it’s not all that improbable and if I actually watched that I would know. And I said how would he know if I watched it or not and he said he already tried to get me to watch it. And I said Oh I remember that and now he’s mad that I finally remembered something and it’s that.” Y/N rambles. “Wait you remembered something?” Hotch asks. “It’s kind of fuzzy but that was the clearest a memory has been.” The team is happy to hear the good news. Y/N is happy as well. The memory itself was strange, kind of blurry tunnel vision like and she hated to admit all the mind strengthening techniques Spencer mentioned probably helped. “Do you want to talk about it?” Hotch asks. “Not in the slightest. Any new information.” Y/N asks. The team delves into discussion of the case.

After arresting the unsub the team is packing up their things at the hotel waiting for the jet to be ready. Spencer hears a knock at his door, when he answers he sees Y/N. “Hey can I come in?” He moves to let her in. “Are you still upset?” She asks. “I wasn’t upset.” He answers. “You haven’t said a word to me since then.” “I just.. Why is that the first thing you remember?” and she shrugs. “Why does that bother you? I thought you would be happy. You know after working so hard to help me regain my memories.” “That isn’t how I want you to remember things. An argument.” He says. She chuckles placing a palm on his face, “The details are a little fuzzy but even I know that is not a bad memory. It may have been an argument but it was light hearted.” She says with a smile. Spencer can’t stop himself from smiling, “Can I kiss you?” She responds by standing on her tiptoes bringing her lips to ghost over his, barely touching. Spencer doesn’t move, he waits for her. He could hear his heart beating in his ears, drowning out all other sounds. She felt warmth when she fully pressed her lips against his, it was soft and delicate. The smell of coffee and peppermint floods her nose. He grabs her waist pulling her in closer to him and feels her smile against his lips and he smiles back. When they pulled away they smiled widely, “I have waited so long to kiss you again.” Y/N opens her mouth to say something but is interrupted by Morgan walking in. “Hey are you ready….” He doesn’t finish the sentence he just turns and walks out of the room shutting the door behind him. Y/N and Spencer just laughed at the situation sharing another quick kiss and going to meet up with the team. When they got downstairs to get in the SUV’s and head to the jet the team were all huddled whispering and giggling. They knew exactly what they were talking about, “What is this high school?” Y/N interrupts them. “I don’t know lovebird, why don’t you tell us.” Morgan quips backs. Arriving at the tarmac and boarding the jet Spencer and Y/N are inseparable holding hands the entire way. They sit next to each other and can still hear the snickers around them. “Don’t listen to them, they’re just jealous.” Spencer whispers into her ear and she giggles in response. They sit together, hands intertwined until they fall asleep on the flight home.

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saveyourblood · 5 years ago

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Prodigy | Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: “I find it amusing that we’re all pretending to be normal when we could be insanely interesting instead.” – Atlas.

The one where you're a prodigy, so is he, and he's the only person alive who makes you feel normal.

Notes: IT TOOK ME 20 MINUTES FIGURING OUT HOW TO UPLOAD THAT GIF YALL BETTER APPRECIATE IT I- This is actually an idea I originally had for a screenplay (kind of a modern ‘Doogie Howser’ gender-swap thing), but the more I thought about it, the more I realized how well it would work as a Spencer Reid x Reader fic. So, if you like it, PLEASE, let me know, because otherwise, I'll probably just scrap this entire thing lol.

Word Count: 3.8k Warnings: none I can think of.

Song: Birthday - Gia Margaret

You were out shopping with your friends, like most normal teenagers did on the weekend. You and Idol hit up a few clothing outlets, dragging Jax along.

“Can’t we go somewhere we all like?” Jax whined.

Idol’s arms were already covered with bags. You, on the other hand, had two with only a few items.

Idol turned to Jax, a blank look on her face. “You mean something you like?”

He shrugged, crossing his arms.

She sighed. “Look, we’ve been over this: the first half, I get to do all of the girly things with Y/N. Then, you get to do all the nerdy stuff with her.”

“You guys divvy up the time you spend with me?” you asked, laughing to yourself.

“We have to!” Idol defended.

“You’re so busy with work, we go weeks without hanging out as a team,” Jax agreed. “Hanging out with Idol all the time is boring.”

Idol punched him in the arm.

“I’m sorry, guys, but believe me, I feel the same way,” you said. “Everything’s just been… crazy. Someone just quit, and we’ve been busier than usual. I’m lucky I got these two days in a row off.”

“Speaking of which…” Idol said, linking her arm with yours. “We need to find you a dress for homecoming.”

Jax groaned.

“How about I work on finding a date first,” you chuckled.

“No, no dates! We’re going as a group,” Idol scolded.

You were about to make a witty remark when someone called out.

“Help! We need help!” A frantic woman shouted.

You dropped your bags and started running.

Eventually, you found a bunch of people standing around in a circle. Some had their phones out, others looked around, like Superman would appear out of thin air. You were no Superman, but in some ways, to some people, you were a hero.

You made your way through the crowd, unafraid to shove people aside. Some people made noises or remarks, but mostly, they let you move past. Breathless, you mangled your way to the center of attention.

“Please, please,” a woman sobbed on a man’s chest. He was completely unconscious, laying flat on the food court floor.

“Everyone, back up!” you instructed. “Someone get an AED!”

You knelt beside the man, pressing two fingers to his neck. While you felt for a pulse, you also monitored his chest for breathing. Then, you looked up to his wife. “Please, ma’am, give me some space. I need to start compressions.”

Someone who looked like a family member pulled her aside. Using one hand to stabilize the other, you began pressing two inches deep in the center of his chest. Your movements were fast, and the power behind them came from your entire upper body.

“Who are you?” The wife asked between cries.

“Damn AED is taking too long,” you muttered under your breath.

You stood back, raising a fist about a foot above the man’s chest. Then, in a swift motion, you brought your fist downwards, striking him in the lower third of his sternum.

With a gasp and a cough, the man jolted back into consciousness like he was startled during a deep sleep. “What happened? Where am I?”

You laughed with glee. “You’re in the Pallor Heights Mall; your heart stopped. Clearly, it’s working now.”

A frightened employee stumbled through the crowd, clutching the AED like it was a lifeline.

“We don’t need that anymore,” you said casually. “But, if you could call an ambulance, that’d be great.”

“Who the hell is this girl?” someone in the back of the crowd said.

“She’s our best friend,” Idol said proudly, “the teenage MD.”

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“I want an ECG, CBC, and an angiogram done yesterday,” you said as the patient was rolled into the ER. “His heart needs to be monitored at all times.”

“Y/N, what do you think you’re doing?” the head of ER, Dr. Cabello, asked.

“Hubert Riaz, 52-year-old male with no previous known heart conditions collapsed at the mall,” you explained.

Cabello pulled you aside. “And you were at the mall because…”

“...because it’s my day off?” you finished. “Look, Cabello, I’d love to chat, but there are some tests I should be running.”

“Actually, you should be at the mall, or at home,” he corrected. “You know why?”

“Because it’s my day off,” you grumbled.

“Go home, Y/N, before you have to stay,” he instructed, before following the paramedics as they rolled Mr. Riaz away.

Before you could do anything, Mrs. Riaz pulled you into a hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she cried before going to join her husband.

“You’re welcome,” you replied, but she was already gone. That didn’t stop you from smiling.

You looked up to find a familiar face. “Dad!” you called out, jogging to catch up with him. “What are you doing in the ER?”

“What are you doing in the hospital?” He frowned, looking at a chart.

Eli Abner — the best Cardiac surgeon on the East Coast, maybe the entire country. He also happened to be your father. In a weird way, you balanced each other out: he was famous in the world of medicine, you were famous in every other world. People didn’t stop him on the street to ask him about his high school and college career. You couldn’t say the same.

“I asked you first,” you said.

“I was called down for a consult, 50-something male collapsed in the mall,” he recalled. “Your turn.”

You couldn’t fight the grin on your face. “Guess who revived him?”

He raised his eyebrows. “AED?”

“Precordial Thump,” you corrected.

His face morphed back into a frown; it was his default expression. “Percussion Pacing isn’t recommended for out-of-hospital use.”

“How about: ‘Good job, Y/N! You saved a life today, Y/N!’” you said.

As if on cue, Idol and Jax entered the ER.

“Dr. Abner!” Jax called with a smile. She was of course referring to your father — you couldn’t remember the last time someone at the hospital called you that.

“Hello, Jax,” he said, formal as always. “Idol. It’s good to see you both.”

“Sir, could you please tell your wonderful daughter that she’s not supposed to be here on her days off?” Idol asked.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Eli repeated. “Go, enjoy your time off.”

A few hours later, and you were confident your two best friends wished they left you at the hospital.

Rather than going back to the mall, you opted to just go home. Apparently, Jax and Idol weren’t bored of you yet, so they followed you upstairs to your room. Unfortunately for them, you saw this as the perfect opportunity to rant.

“What the fuck is wrong with those two?!” you shouted, pacing across your bedroom. “It’s like they wanted me to go away.”

“They want you to have a life outside of your job,” Idol said. She was laying on your bed, propping up her head with one arm. “Is that really such a crime, Y/N?”

“It’s like they don’t want me to be a doctor,” you corrected. “Cabello couldn’t wait to just swoop in and get the poor guy away from me. Not to mention, he didn’t even call me ‘doctor’ — he said ‘Y/N’, like I’m his kid. Oh, and don’t even get me started on my father!”

“I won’t,” Jax said, playing with a model skull that sat on your desk.

“He didn’t say anything good about what I did. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I saved a guy in a mall food court, and my he criticizes my method,” you continued, ignoring Jax’s remark. “God, what a dick! Both of them! Both of them are dicks.”

Idol sat up with a sigh. “You know what you have to do, right?”

“If you say ‘let it go’, I swear to god, I’ll kick you in the nuts.”

“You’re a doctor: you should know girls don’t have nuts. Oh, also: you’re a doctor!” She said. “And you’re 17. They feel threatened, Y/N. That’s why they don’t give you any credit! They’re amazing doctors, but they’ll never be amazing teen doctors. Not like you could be.”

“Alright, genius,” you said. “What do I do?”

“For being a prodigy, you can be really dumb sometimes,” Idol groaned. “You be amazing.”

“Wow, thanks for that, Idol,” you said sarcastically. “Thanks for enlightening me. I feel so much better.”

“You didn’t let me finish, bitch,” she said, standing up. “You have to be amazing, and you can’t be afraid to talk about it.”

“You want me to brag about my accomplishments?”

“You’re a good doctor, right?” She asked.

You nodded. “I like to think so, yeah.”

“Then make them know you know,” Idol said. “They only push you over because you let them. Don’t.”

You leaned over to look at Jax. “Do you know what the hell she’s talking about?”

“Treat others how you’d like to be treated,” he summarized. “When Cabello and your dad are being dicks, be dicks back.”

“Good advice. Thanks, Jax.”

“Wow, if only I had thought of that!” Idol said sarcastically before flopping into your bed in exasperation.

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You flipped through a few records in your favorite Vinyl shop, The Rusty Spoon. They sold new and secondhand records, all of which you loved dearly. You mostly bought new ones, as your favorite artists were more modern, but you liked to look through and occasionally purchase the classics. You had yet to buy a damaged record, as the store provided a turntable at the register to try any second hand vinyls.

As you thumbed through the discounted albums, you found a cover that was an elegant shade of red. The top corners had intricate golden designs. A thin line of the same color stretched the width of the cover. You pulled it up from the rack to get a good look. An oil painting of a familiar face decorated the front. In a fine, cursive font read ‘The Best of Beethoven’. After a moment of consideration, you tucked it into the crook of your arm, which already held 3 records.

“You listen to Beethoven?” A gentle, curious voice asked from beside you.

You looked over quickly, not realizing someone was next to you. Your eyes trailed upwards to meet the gaze of a young man — he couldn’t be older than 25. His hair was straight and tucked behind his ears, which propped up the frames of his dark glasses. His jawline was square, and his body was scrawny. He had the strap of a bag across his chest, which was covered by a red sweater vest.

His eyes widened, and he took a step back, raising his hands. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he stuttered out. “My name’s Spencer. I’m sorry.”

You chuckled softly at the idea that he could come off as threatening in any way. You also laughed because he looked cute when he was frazzled.

“It’s okay,” you promised, then offered him your hand. “I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.”

He rubbed his hands on his pants nervously.

Without a second thought, you lowered your hand. “I get it — hands are kind of disgusting. It’s actually safer to kiss a stranger than shake their hand, ya know, considering the pathogens,” you said without thinking. You closed your eyes and laughed in embarrassment. “I can’t believe I actually said that.”

“That’s why I don’t shake hands, actually,” Spencer responded. “Most people don’t understand.”

“It’s a biology class you never forget,” you joked.

“Biology? You must be smart,” he remarked kindly. “What are you going to school for?”

“I want to be a doctor,” you replied after a moment. It wasn’t exactly a lie, but it wasn’t something you wanted to keep talking about, either. Once people learned you were a child prodigy, it was like they forgot how to speak. “What about you? Are you still going to school?”

“I have a doctorate in Mathematics,” he replied.

You raised your eyebrows. “Wow. You don’t look old enough to have a doctorate.”

“I was in an advanced program,” Spencer responded.

You knew a thing or two about that.

His eyes drifted to the albums in the crook of your arm. “You listen to Beethoven?” He repeated.

You chuckled, somewhat nervously. “Is that so unbelievable?”

“No! No, I uh, I think it’s great,” Spencer assured, rubbing the back of his neck. “He’s a fantastic composer, one of history’s finest.”

You nodded. “I’m sure Für Elise will be on here, but I’ve heard good things about Symphony No. 9.”

Spencer smiled, revealing a set of straight, white teeth. Somehow, they made him look even more charming. “It ends with the chorus to Friedrich Schiller’s ‘An Die Freude’ poem.”

While having a photographic memory made you remember far more than the average person, sometimes, it felt like all the information in your head — useful and not — got muddled together. When it came to passive facts, it sometimes took you a moment to recall. But, when you did, your eyes lit up and you smiled uncontrollably.

“Ode to Joy!” you exclaimed in realization. “Wow, that’s so cool.”

Your phone vibrated in your pocket. You fished it out, glancing at the notification. You got a text from your father, reading ‘When will you be home?’.

“I’m sorry, am I keeping you from something?” Spencer asked genuinely.

You put your phone back in your pocket and smiled. “There’s a coffee shop down the street. Can I buy you a drink?”

Spencer smiled.

Sitting in a coffee shop, laughing with a man you barely knew, sipping a latte that was impossible to make yourself… it was the closest you ever felt to being normal.

The two of you talked about everything and nothing. You asked Spencer if he lived in town, he said he was in New York on work. He asked if you had a job, you said you worked at a hospital in the city. He assumed you were an ER technician or a CNA, you didn’t deny. You knew you should feel guilty for lying to the poor guy, but in the grand scheme of the conversation, it didn’t seem to matter. You were able to talk to him freely and easily, and it wasn’t just about your degree or how you completed high school in the span of 2 months.

By the time you looked down at your watch, you realized hours had passed. A waitress had kindly swapped the two of you out for plain, black coffee, and she regularly made her rounds to refill your mugs.

“It’s already 3 o’clock,” you said in shock, looking at your watch. “I promised my friends I would meet them for dinner.”

“I should get going too,” Spencer agreed, somewhat sadly. “Work never does itself.”

You threw down a twenty dollar bill, knowing it was enough to cover the bill plus a tip. Still, Spencer reached for his wallet.

“You said you live in DC, right Spencer?” You asked.

He nodded.

“You’ll pay next time, then,” you said with a smile.

You weren’t sure what made you feel so bold all of a sudden, but clearly, it was working. Spencer grinned and looked down before nodding.

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“Where were you?” Your father asked the moment you got through the door.

You slung your backpack onto the couch. He didn’t even bother to look up from his laptop as he spoke to you.

“I was out,” you replied simply. “Idol, Jax and I ate dinner together.”

“You said you’d be back from shopping at 3,” he retorted. He wore his glasses on the tip of his nose as he observed the screen sitting in his lap. Your father was by no means an ugly man, but the manner made him appear older.

You shrugged. “Plans change. Public transportation is unreliable on a good day.”

Your dad finally looked up for the first time in the conversation. He observed the gift bag in your hand. “What’s that?”

“A little something from Jax and Idol,” you replied. “They saw it and thought of me.”

“That’s nice of them,” he said before getting back to his work.

“Yeah,” you mumbled, “really nice.”

“What’s that, dear?” Your father asked as you walked up the stairs.

“I said I’ll be in my room if you need me!” you lied.

Of course it was nice to get a gift from your best friends. However, it was even nicer to get one from your sole parent. Hell, you’d even accept some acknowledgment.

All you wanted on your 18th birthday was to be seen, and your dad couldn’t even seem to do that.

Once you closed the door to your bedroom, the tears began to flow. In anger, you picked up the ‘anatomically correct’ gummy bear figurine you got last year on your birthday. The clear case was obviously that of a gummy bear, but on the inside was a skeleton and colored organs. It was equally creepy as it was cute. You loved it.

But, in a moment of rage, you picked it up and threw it on the floor. The case popped open and the pieces split apart. The skeleton dismembered, the organs shifted from their place to the floor. You joined them there, curling up into a ball as you sobbed quietly.

You’d put the pieces back tomorrow. You’d do the same with yourself.

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“Pediatrics wants you back on their floor,” Cabello remarked.

The two of you stood at the front desk, reviewing a few charts. Hospital staff, paramedics, and strangers swirled around you — there was never a dull moment at Carabine Memorial’s ER.

“Everyone wants me,” you said back, flipping to the next page.

Cabello was silent for a moment, which wasn’t his normal behavior. He always seemed to have a reply or a retort of some kind. You smirked in success. Maybe your friends’ advice could get you somewhere.

“Your Senior Resident thinks you haven’t picked a specialty yet,” Cabello continued.

“I’ve been in the Emergency Department for 2 years,” you replied, closing your binder and handing it off to a nurse. You finally looked at your superior. “I don’t want to be a surgeon, I want nothing to do with palliative care or cardio, and pediatrics isn’t my strong suit. The ER makes sense for me: it’s fast, reliant on instincts, and I get to see a little bit of everything.”

“But is Emergency work what you want to do, Y/N?” Cabello asked, leaning against the counter.

“Is it what you want me to do?” You asked, raising your eyebrows. “Or are you trying to get rid of me, Jason?”

He moved back in shock. “It’s Dr. Cabello,” he corrected calmly.

You took a step forward. “It’s Dr. Abner.”

Very rarely, you were grateful for a swarm of people to come through the ambulance bay doors. In that moment, however, you were. And apparently, the universe picked up on that, because it wasn’t just paramedics that stormed in — several police officers came in with them.

“Where is the department manager?” One officer called.

Cabello approached, and you followed suit.

“I’m Dr. Cabello, the Director of the Emergency Department,” Cabello declared. “What do you need, officer?”

“We believe this boy — Joshua Parker — is the second victim of a serial offender,” the officer described in a low voice. “I can discuss details later, in private, but for now, I need you to know the basics.”

“Which are?”

He glanced around briefly, before staring at you.

“She can be here,” Cabello said, surprising both you and the officer. “Aside from me, Dr. Abner will be Joshua’s primary physician as long as he’s in this department.”

You couldn’t tell if he was trying to punish you or not. Regardless, you didn’t object.

“Joshua shows signs of serious trauma and PTSD,” the officer explained. “The only way we got him into the ambulance was by sedating him. Once he wakes up, odds are, he’ll become violent again. You should prepare your staff.”

Cabello nodded, before turning to you. “Go, make yourself useful,” he instructed, “but only use whoever you have to. Don’t smother the poor boy with unnecessary nurses or aids.”

You nodded once. “Yes, sir.”

The police officer was absolutely correct: once Joshua woke up, it was almost impossible to do any work on him. He wouldn’t stop screaming, especially the words ‘let me out’, and whenever someone tried to touch him, he began to thrash around. Once another resident and a nurse managed to hold his arm down for an IV, he began biting at them. It was equally heartbreaking and scary.

After consulting with your senior Resident, you decided the only way to get any work done on Joshua was to sedate him for a second time. While it wasn’t necessarily good for him, neither was the violent behavior he exhibited when conscious. Sedation seemed like the lesser of two evils.

When Josh was unconscious, you and Cabello managed to work efficiently. You meticulously pulled at splinters buried in his skin, while Cabello dealt with several puncture wounds all over his body. Where his skin wasn’t red and blotchy, it appeared to be a faint purple color. The whites of his eyes had gone yellow and the muscles in his legs and arms were atrophied.

“Someone put this boy through hell,” you muttered, shaking your head.

Cabello snapped off his gloves, throwing them in the trashcan by the door. “I’m not assigning you any more patients this shift,” he said. “Joshua is your top priority.”

“Understood.”

Cabello nodded, then stepped out.

Joshua was asleep for at least 3 hours after his second round of medication. You spent most of that time in his room, researching ways to help him once he woke up. Eventually, Cabello came in with a distraught couple, and without saying anything, you knew they were his parents. You decided to give them some space.

“A few agents from the FBI are here,” Cabello said as the two of you walked to the front desk. “They want to talk about Joshua’s condition.”

“I can handle it,” you assured.

“They’re just down the hall. You three can talk in the conference room.”

You stuck your hands in the pockets of your scrub top, walking down the hall with a sigh. Compared to the rest of the department, it was calm; hardly anyone brushed by you, and the steady buzz of noise turned into a faint chatter the farther you walked.

When you finally looked up, you stopped dead in your tracks.

The hair, the sweater vest, the glasses… you’d recognize him anywhere. When Spencer met your gaze, it was clear he remembered you too.

In that moment, you really wished he hadn’t.

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OMG WE NEED MORE HARRY SASSY COMMENTS PLEASEEEEEEEE

Good news for you....the remaining two chapters and epilogue are all told in Harry’s POV. All of which contain him bitching in his blog (Doogie Howser style) for 10k+ words about how Tom and Y/N need to get their shit together and how he plans on parent trapping them.

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The End of the World Pt.40

Thor, Vex, and the Unknown Dream - Last Part

11/15/2018 - Will re-link the masterpost when tumblr fixes its shit with links

Pairing: Thor x Reader Word Count: 7,663

Masterpost Warnings: Smut! NSFW, language, angst, preggers sex, fluff

A/N: This is it. This is the end. This has been one hell of a ride. This is the final part for my very first fic ever. I have cried writing this and it means so much to me that some of you stuck through it all with me. Thor is so...I love him. And this fic challenged my love for him a lot! lol Needless to say, his story is not really truly concluded but this is the end for this particular pairing. I hope that you all have enjoyed this journey as much as I have and I hope you stick around for the sequel which will see us following the same reader in a strange new world! I have however, in case you don’t want to keep reading or if you just want a happy ending; Well, you can stop reading with this one. The reader’s story is not concluded but if you wanted to just be happy for a while, you can stop here. As always, if you happen to reblog, thank you so much for helping me spread my work and for sticking this fic out! I know it was tough at times. xoxo

*If the text is in bold the story is from the You’re My Mission Reader’s perspective - Sophia

Sometimes, hope is all we have.

Hope that things won’t get worse. Hope that things will get better. Hope that things will stay the same. Hope is also fleeting but it can also be resilient.

You lie on your bed, staring up at the dark ceiling of your shared bedroom with Thor and hope that your little girl's kicks were enough. It had sounded like they were. He sounded converted.

Thor had been so happy when he felt her kick. For a moment you believed that he will put her first. Still, despite the fleeting spark of relief you felt when his blue eyes lit up in pure bliss, you know that things are never that easy.

You don’t doubt that Thor loves her or you. If it was just Thor and no one else—No Asgardian Kingdom, no Avengers, no vaporized half of a universe—then he would choose you and your baby in a heartbeat.

But even though you know that he may want to choose the two of you, he will have to steel himself with selfish resolve to do it which is not in his nature.

It would be so much easier to do it yourself, but the meeting yesterday did not go well and now you have other things to think about in addition to that cursed watch.

“How is she?” You ask as Steve wanders in from the hallway. He looks up at you and moves to sit on the small sofa across from you.

He's gotten good at looking at only you and not at both you and Thor, even though you’re sitting on Thor's lap. His hands are pressed firmly against the sides of your baby bump, waiting for more kicks.

He’s addicted. He's been showing up around corners and surprising you with kisses and spontaneous love confessions just to make your heart flutter so that he can feel her kick. It’s downright adorable until you begin to wonder if it’s enough.

“Not great but not bad. Depressed. She misses Bucky.” Steve frowns, looking down at his hands in his lap as he leans forward, elbows on his knees. He grips his hands together and the shadow that passes over his storm blue eyes bothers you more than it probably should.

“Of course, she does.” You try and imagine what it would be like if you woke up and Thor was suddenly gone.

No body to bury, no goodbye shared, just gone.

You trace his forearms, appreciating the way he feels in your hands, and only stop when your fingers intertwine with his around your belly.

Thor looks at the seat to his right and gives Bruce his undivided attention. “What have you called us here for, Banner? Is something wrong?”

Bruce looks across the coffee table between all of you, to Tony who stands behind Pepper's chair, where she sits with her hand pressed lightly over her mouth.

She knows something. Her red hair, always pulled up recently with having to go in and out of her Rescue armor, rests prettily on her shoulder.

She turns her gaze to the seat beside Steve which is currently occupied by Rhodey.

“Are we not waiting for Nat?” Steve wonders. “Or Shuri?”

“I’ve already told them what’s going on. They’re actually down with Sophia letting her know what this is about.” Bruce speaks quietly but his eyes are tight with stress and his hands fidget with nervousness.

“Bruce, just…spill it. Dragging it out isn’t gonna help things.” Tony urges, impatient and distracted.

Pepper reaches over to take hold of his wrist, offering him some comfort.

Rhodey watches Tony and his curiosity seems to get the better of him.

“What’s going on? Please don’t tell me we’ve got another damn space terrorist to worry about.” He sighs.

Steve looks at him then turns his gaze back to Bruce.

“Maybe it’s best if you just spit it out, Bruce?” He suggests.

Bruce watches him then slowly turns his gaze on you. For a moment you think he’s just looking at everyone in turn…but his eyes stay on you.

Your heart flutters nervously and your little girl kicks Thor hard but like you, he's so distracted by Bruce's trained gaze on you that he doesn’t seem to notice it.

“Bruce?�� You probe, worried.

Is it the baby? Did something come back weird in your routine check? You rub your belly nervously and shift your gaze to each Avenger in turn and they’re all watching you. Steve is the one that finally tears his eyes away, back to Bruce.

“Bruce…?”

“Sorry.” Bruce shakes his head, reaching up to pull his glasses off then shoves them into his breast pocket as he speaks. “There's really no easy way to say this so I’m just gonna…say it.”

He moves his hands out from his chest in two large circles as if he were expelling something

“I was running some tests, routine blood tests and analysis, on Sophia's blood and DNA. Just to see how much she's been altered not just by her serum but also by whatever new special brainwashing this Mandarin seems to have found.”

“Okay, but what does that have to do with me?” You demand, getting more and more nervous.

Thor rubs your belly, offering comfort. You can feel his pounding heart, however, so the fact that he’s also scared like you counteracts his gesture.

“Well, we have your blood and DNA analysis on file too because of when you took Variant X and all the other times you were injured, so I took the two samples and ran them. I wanted to see if there would be a difference or even what kind of difference between the two of you there might be.” Bruce suddenly goes silent as he reaches to scratch at his left forearm with his right hand, turning his gaze down onto the untouched chessboard on the coffee table.

“And?” This time its Steve's worried voice that urges him on.

You’re too distracted to realize that Steve has double the reason to be worried. They all do, all of them that knew Sophia really well before. But Steve is different because he loves you both in different but very strong ways.

“Well, I think the reason that the Shadow and Hydra have been after Sophia since the night they killed her parents and the reason they were looking for Y/N is because they're related.” Bruce talks with his hands, pulling up the sleeve on his right hand but gesturing towards you with an open palm.

He looks up at you, his brown eyes boring into your own. “You and Sophia are sisters. Half-sisters, actually. The two of you share the same mother.”

You’re not sure what everyone starts saying after that because his words fill you with a strange weight in your chest and it’s all you can do to keep your mind going. Thor's heart stops pounding so much and his hands renew their comforting strokes, more genuine this time in their efforts.

You can hear Steve and Rhodey asking questions and you know that Pepper and Tony are having a quiet conversation by themselves, but you can’t hear anything any of them are saying.

You’re aware, after a few minutes that Thor's deep timber is rumbling against your back, his mouth wafts warm air towards your cheek and then slowly his words begin to clear.

“Blossom?” You force yourself to look at him and watch his furrowed brow crease more deeply as you stare wordlessly at him.

You turn your gaze back to Bruce and when you speak, everyone goes quiet. “Are…are you telling me that I’m a-adopted? That my parents, the man and woman who raised me all these years, were not my real parents?”

“My Blossom,” Thor begins but stops when your raise your hand.

“You didn’t know?” Steve realizes but seems to be searching your face for confirmation.

You lick your lips as you look at him then look back at Bruce.

“Oh my God, I-I didn’t realize that you wouldn't know. I thought that-" He stops when you get to your feet.

“I need to know when and where and who…who my parents are. Tony, can you look into it?” You look over at him feeling really dizzy and find him staring at you with a mixture of pity and sadness.

“Of course, Y/N. We'll get on it right away.” Pepper is the one who responds when Tony doesn’t.

Rhodey simply sits watching you from his spot, thinking through Bruce's revelations. “So, that’s their connection?”

He looks at Tony then at Bruce. “Their mother, that's why they were after both of them?”

“What's so special about their mother?” Thor wonders, his right hand around your right wrist, tethering you to him so that you don’t float away.

Which you could technically do but you’re not even thinking about flying.

“We don’t know yet.” Bruce confesses.

“Well, we must find out. We must search the interwebs to find out what makes this normal human woman special.” Thor says, thumping his fist against his knee.

“What does it matter, why?” Tony asks, irate. “All of this doesn’t have to happen. Sophia was brainwashed and our resident Doogie Howser doesn’t know how to undo it. That leaves us with one solution.”

“What are you talking about, Tony?” Steve asks, looking over at him with a small frown on his face. Clearly, he doesn’t like talking about Sophia's new weaponized state.

“The watch. We use it, kill Thanos before he can even get his hands on the stones and problem solved. Barnes never dies, neither does anyone else. Sophia doesn’t get taken. No. Brainwashing. All of our problems solved! Like, that.” Tony reasons and snaps his fingers. The sound makes you jump.

His words send a cold dagger through your heart. Is that what she, your baby, is to him? A problem? Your hands wrap around your tummy protectively.

Thor looks at Tony with an anger that fills his eyes with venom. “Not everything that came after the Snap is a problem.”

Tony seems to realize his mistake, holds his arms out and shrugs. “Sometimes we have to make sacrifices for the good of the universe.”

“That is easy for you to say when you are not the one making the sacrifices. You have only everything to gain from using that watch.” Thor accuses him angrily.

You don’t want to hear it. They’re already planning to take her away from you. Tony doesn’t care!

“Look, Thor, I’m sorry. I really am but we can’t not use the watch because you have a larger stake to lose. We need to do what’s best for everyone. And when I say everyone, I mean everyone. The entire universe hangs in the balance and you want to let them down to play house?”

Play house?

“Repeat those words again, for me, I am not sure I heard you correctly.” Thor threatens at the same time that Steve speaks.

“Hey, hold on a second, Tony.” Steve says.

It hurts. Too much and you swallow hard because you can’t believe what you’re hearing. This is Tony! He welcomed you here. Gave you a home. He protected you. Defended you. He treated you like a daughter. He gave you away at your wedding! And here he is talking about you and your little girl as if you aren’t standing five feet from him.

You shut your eyes, fighting the tears that begin to pool in them.

“Guys, I don’t think this is the time to be discussing this.” Rhodey reasons.

“You’re crossing a line, Tony.” Steve says, a venom similar to Thor's in his voice too.

You can’t listen anymore. You force your mind to focus on what you can control.

“I need to see her.” You say and pull out of Thor's grip to move towards the elevator.

“Y/N, we'll go with you.” Steve offers.

Thor is on his feet, moving after you as you squeeze through the seats.

“No, I-I wanna talk to her alone.” You reach up to rub at the spot where Sophia had stabbed you. Is this what the Mandarin set out to do? Pit sister against sister?

Clearly, you’re older than her so you were born first, abandoned by your mother. Maybe she had good reason for giving you up?

Why is this girl so damn important? So important that Tony puts her well being before your own? Fuck you and your baby so long as the universe is fixed, and Sophia is back to normal and happy.

Your dizziness begins to overwhelm you as anger and pain take hold of your heart.

“Catch her!” Pepper calls out.

“Y/N!” Steve shouts.

Darkness consumes you as your legs give out and you’re caught by the unmistakable arms of your husband.

Now, here you are. In your bed. Waking up with the knowledge that not only is your baby still at risk of being erased but you have a half-sister. A birth mother and father you didn’t know about. Your parents, the people you loved but admittedly didn’t always fit in with, were not your parents at all.

They are gone, and you can’t even ask your mom why she never told you that you were adopted.

And Tony…his words with Thor…did you really mean so little to him?

Your sorrow threatens to consume you again when you hear the sound of your door open.

Your sensitive nose picks up the scent of a coming rainstorm and what is no doubt chamomile tea.

The door is shut, and Thor's bare feet move across the carpet. You look at him when he comes into view and he gives you a soft smile when he notices that you’re awake.

“Hello, my Blossom.” He states, relieved and you feel bad for making him worry.

He places the little blue cup and saucer on the bedside table before moving to help as you push yourself up to sit. He sits himself down beside you and reaches for your hands.

“Steve thought that you might like some tea when you wake. I’m not sure what kind it is.”

“Chamomile.” You say with a nod. Steve always knew just what you needed when you were stressed but right now, even tea won’t help.

“How are you feeling?” Thor asks, looking at your tummy. “How’s our little one?”

He’s trying hard to distract you. Bringing up your baby is probably not the best tactic but there’s no distracting you anyway.

“I need to see her, Thor.”

“It’s late, Blossom. She is probably sleeping.” He says, his face slightly sadder.

“Thor, I need to see her, now.” You don’t want to order him, but you have a sister that you need to re-meet. The first impression she left you with is definitely left much to be desired.

Thor sighs. “I told him you would not drink tea. Come on. I will escort you and then I will leave you be. That is what you want, is it not?”

You stare at him, his blue eyes sparkling with affection despite his disapproval of you being out of bed.

“Yes.” And there’s another thing. “But we need to talk about what was said at the meeting.”

“We will not talk about that anymore. I will find the watch and I will destroy it for you. For us.” He leans down and kisses your stomach through your shirt and then sits back up to fix you with a look of sheer determination.

“Thor?” You’re not sure you heard him correctly. Not to mention, if you did, this was the most selfish thing he will have ever done or will probably ever do. So many lives hang in the balance and here he is promising to throw them away for your little family. His little family.

“When I married you, I told you that you were my new strength. You have completed me. When I lost everything, you gave me the courage to live on. I also told you about regretting that I’ve hurt you…I’ve disappointed you. I will not do so again. I love you, my Blossom.” He seems to think better of his words and he edges closer to you, his hands moving up from your tummy to your shoulders. “Y/N, you are my life. You and our daughter are all that matters. I will always protect Earth but you and not the fight are my new priority. I will destroy that watch for us. For her.”

You want to cry at the sincerity of his words. He means them. He loves you. He loves your little girl. He’s going to put you first and he’s going to destroy that watch. And you don’t feel bad about it. Selfish as that may be, this is your baby girl! Your husband. Your chosen life.

Your fingers climb up along his biceps until they can grab the back of his neck. You pull him towards you until you can press your lips to his in grateful relief. Thor places one hand on your stomach and the other he wraps around your right shoulder to pull you closer so that he can kiss you with more passion. He parts your lips with the tip of his tongue and you sigh with pleasure at the way his beard scratches your cheek. This is how you and Thor seal your futures. With a burning kiss and a kick from your baby.

The glass doors slide open with an audible whoosh. You’re still in the medical bay and you’re still strapped down to the hospital bed. You’ve stopped struggling. You’re scared too.

Nat and Shuri told you several things when they were down here earlier in the night. First, you’re safe. Second, you stabbed a girl. Thor’s wife, actually so you’re lucky that he didn’t kill you. Third, you did it because you were told to. You’re brainwashed, just like Bucky was and it’s apparently worse for you because Shuri doesn’t know how to fix it. Fourth, Shuri is not giving up. She’s running continuous tests and scans but she’s desperate to get you back home to Wakanda so that she can scan you properly with all her resources. Fifth, she said she’d probably have to put you under like she’d done with Bucky. Sixth, you’re a super soldier…or a variant of one. The pain that you’d been in was because you had been in transition. The Mandarin, Hydra, the Shadow, whoever the hell it was that had kidnapped you had injected you with a modified version of the super soldier serum that turned Steve and Bucky into who they were. Seventh, you’ve got a sister.

Well, technically, she’s your half-sister. It seems that your mom had, two years before you were born, had another baby. She gave this baby up for adoption. A year later she married your dad. Then a year later, she had you.

Your half-sister is also the girl you stabbed. So, you feel kinda bad about it, but you weren’t exactly in control? How many times had you told Bucky that his mistakes had not been his? The people he killed were killed by Hydra, not him. They’d used him, hijacked his body, and forced him to do things that no one should ever be forced to do. You are no different. You didn’t ask for this though it seems that being born of your mom is reason enough to be kidnapped and experimented on. You’re not sure what makes her so special, but she had been an incredible woman.

So, her being special? Not surprising for you.

As you turn your head towards the doors, you strain to see who it is that’s come to see you.

A strange head of pearlescent pink hair wanders into your view. You recognize the girl now and remember stabbing her. She’s pregnant! You stabbed a pregnant girl! What the fuck?

She doesn’t say anything, so you look her over. She looks so much like you. Almost exactly like you except she’s pregnant, he hair is almost white with a very faint pink tint to it and a thick strip of dark black hair that runs from the top center of her head down the right side. She’s also clearly older. Or maybe she’s just been through more? Not that she looks old she just…her eyes are tired. She’s got a lot on her mind, you guess.

The girl stops and crosses her arms under her chest, resting her forearms along the top curve of her pregnant belly. Wait, you’re going to be an aunt!

“What’s your name?” The girl asks.

“Y/N.” You say, calmly, analyzing the girl’s every move. The way she shifts her weight, the way she breathes, her shoulders moving up and down minutely. This is all thanks to the super soldier serum. You know it. “You?”

The girl watches you and after a shake of her head she moves over to your bed and presses the button by your head to help you sit up more.

“Oh, thanks. I’ve been wanting to look around for a while.” You admit, finally taking the opportunity to look around at the sterile room. Lots of the glass walls are broken. Nat told you that you did that.

“Olivia.” The girl suddenly says.

“No, my name is Y/N.” You explain again, confused.

“No, my name is Olivia.” The girl says. “Steve calls me Livi.”

“Oh.” You feel stupid, you miss your fool. The idiotic way your mind works now reminds you of your Bucky so much that you want to cry.

You throw your head back, angry suddenly at the sorrow you feel in your chest. Olivia jumps.

“Sorry.” You mutter through gritted teeth. “These mood swings are no joke.”

“Yeah, I remember.” Olivia replies, and your head turns towards her.

“Wait, you’re like me?” You ask, desperate for answers.

“Not exactly like you. The serum I used is called Variant X. I think they used M on you. Tony and Pepper are looking through the warehouse to see if they can find what version you have.” Your sister explains.

Your sister…woah.

“And I’m not brainwashed.” Olivia says, reminding you of your earlier attack. You watch as she reaches up to massage her shoulder gently.

“Sorry about stabbing you.” You say with a grimace. “I didn’t-”

“I know.” Olivia says, cutting you off.

“So, what can you do?” You ask, curious about the abilities that your sister might have gotten from the serum. Were they different from yours? You hadn’t really discovered all of them yet, but you knew of one.

“I can manipulate and change body structures. I can convince you to do anything I want, and you’ll do it with a smile on your face.” The words she’s using sound cool, but her tone is not happy.

“Wait, so can you maybe fix my brain? The brainwashing, if you can change body structures you can change my brain back into what it was. Can you tr-”

“It doesn’t work with other variants. Because you’ve taken your own serum, the way that they change your DNA structure prevents us from using our enhancements on each other.” She cuts you off again. Rude.

“Are you saying that you can’t make me do anything?” You ask for clarity.

“That’s right.” She nods.

“So, then you can’t make Steve do anything either?”

“No, that’s different. Steve is not a variant. He’s the Super Soldier. My abilities work on him.” She nods.

“How do you know?” You ask again, for clarity.

“I made him get drunk once.” She looks like she wants to say more but she looks sadder suddenly and quickly changes the subject. “What do you know about our…our…”

You watch her struggle with the word and when she can’t seem to spit it out you provide her with it. “Mother?”

“Yeah. That. I mean, her.” Olivia mutters and for the first time since you started talking to her, she seems like she could be your sister. Her awkwardness is familiar. You see yourself in her.

“I don’t know any more than you do. I’m sorry. I…my dad was a poor man. Worked out jobs for most of his life. He fell in love with my mom and married her, but it pissed off my-our grandpa, so he cut her off. He was really wealthy apparently. Plantation money.” You struggle a little against your binds and Olivia’s eyes move to them then back up to meet your eyes.

“Where was she from?” She asks you quietly. Again, you see yourself in her. You remember asking Bucky questions about his imprisonment with Hydra with the same quiet and nervous tone.

“Missouri.” You smile, thinking about your mom bring you a little comfort. You wish she were here. Your dad, too. You think back to the boat ceremony that Bucky had given you on their six-month death anniversary and you’re suddenly thrust back into a wave of pain.

You miss him so much. You look at Olivia’s pregnant stomach and wonder that if you hadn’t been so stupid about not having kids then maybe you’d have a little Bucky running around. He’d give you comfort at least and be proof that it hadn’t all just been one long, really good dream.

“How many months are you?” You wonder.

Olivia’s face shifts. She’s so happy suddenly, her eyes shining with pride as she reaches down over the dark blue of her shirt to rub her extended belly. “Six months. Going on seven.”

“I’m so glad you didn’t say it in weeks.” You admit, still jealous.

“Ugh, I hate that.” Olivia admits and smiles at you, genuinely and you see your mom in her face. She really is your sister.

“You and Bucky-?” She suddenly stops talking and looks apologetic.

She’s probably responding to whatever pain she sees in your face. You force yourself to relax your face and shake your head.

“No, we…I was on mission when it happened. I mean, I was there but I got back and-” Curiosity gets the better of your sister and she moves closer. She reaches for your hand and you feel comforted as she takes it. She’s so genuine in her worry for you. You can feel her empathy and sympathy in her touch.

“What was it like?” She wonders.

“On the battlefield in Wakanda?” You ask.

She nods. “Thor won’t tell me. It’s hard for him to-to talk about it. So, I never ask anymore.”

“It was…chaotic. I just remember the blood the fighting. The growls and the screams. I remember looking for him, fighting my way through but when I finally got there, to where he was…” You’ve never told anyone this and it feels good to say aloud. It also hurts and your eyes water before finally your tears overflow.

“People were already going when I was close and when I got to Steve it was all over. I d-didn’t even get to say goodbye.” You bite your lip hard, urging yourself to keep it together. You’ve spent so much time crying these past two years.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I can’t…I mean I know what you’re going through because I lost a lot of people in the Snap but to lose him, that one person you love and can’t think to live without…I can never understand it.” She squeezes your hand and you squeeze it back, for a moment you and she are not strangers. She really is your sister and this instant connection is astoundingly beautiful.

The whoosh of the doors sounds again, and Olivia releases your hand to turn and look to see who’s coming in. You aren’t really happy with the interruption since you were actually kind of enjoying spending time with your sister alone. But when you see that it’s Tony, you relax.

Being back on the compound is strange to say the least. Tony has been very welcoming and hasn’t mentioned your last encounter. He’s been really supportive about Bucky too. He spent some time listening to you talk about your relationship with him before he’d left earlier in the day and you were surprised, he was able to listen without rolling his eyes or getting angry.

After what Bucky did to his parents…but you being suddenly brainwashed seems to have softened Tony’s thoughts on the whole situation. You stabbed Olivia and he seems to love her very much, but he kept reminding you that it wasn’t your fault and that someone had made you do it.

When you frowned at him for that explanation he smiled, embarrassed but eager to move on.

“Good. You’re both here.” Tony stops at the foot of the bed and drops a large thick file onto the table of surgical utensils with a clatter.

Olivia pulls her hand from yours and crosses her arms over her shoulders. The look she’s giving Tony tells you that things are not peachy with Tony and his second adoptive daughter.

“What do you want?” Olivia asks, angrily.

The fact that Tony doesn’t sass her when he responds, shocks you and you stare at him as he avoids Olivia’s gaze and stares down at the open folder.

“You asked me to look into your birth so, I did. Do you want to hear what I found?” He finally looks up at Olivia and she reluctantly nods.

“Well, you were put up for adoption by Y/M/N about a week after you were born. There was no father’s name on the birth certificate, just a single letter ‘E’, if that means anything to you.”

“An ‘E’?” You wonder and try and think about who your mom might have mentioned with a name that began with the letter ‘E’ but you don’t remember any such name.

“So, I’ll never know who my dad is? He might still be alive, and I wouldn’t even know it.” She sounds so sad that you feel bad and wish you could help.

“I won’t stop looking.” Tony assures her

“Except you will.” She suddenly spits.

“Olive, not now.” Tony says, sighing with slumped shoulders.

“You’re making promises you’re not willing to keep.” She accuses him.

“What going on here?” You ask, confused by the sudden tension in the room.

“We-” Tony begins but Olivia suddenly takes a step towards him.

“Stop talking.” She says and the authority in her voice sends a shiver down your spine. Something happens to your body. It wants to respond to her order, but you shrug it off easily.

Tony looks confused for a moment then looks like himself again as he stares up at Olivia and strangely enough, doesn’t speak.

“Is that what you were talking about before? The manipulation thing?” You ask.

You look at Tony and shake your head. “Tony, what’s my name?”

Tony looks at you and stares with a furrowed brow, trying hard to push past the mental block.

“He really stopped talking. Will he not talk until you tell him he can?” You look up at your sister and see that her previously angry and resolved expression has already begun to crumble.

You can see the guilt on her face. She feels bad for making him do something that isn’t his choice and you watch as her anger melts away, replaced by a look of deep sorrow as she rubs her belly again. “Talk, Tony.”

Tony sighs heavily before shaking his head. “I really thought that this time-”

“I should make you shut your mouth forever. I should make you give it to me so that I can destroy it. How can you want to do this to me?” Olivia demands, her pain so thick in her voice that you feel a sudden offense because Tony’s hurting your sister. Your family! You have family again!

“I don’t want to do it, kid but what choice do we have? This will fix everything-”

“And you might break me in the process!” You watch as Olivia cradles her pregnant belly, desperate to protect it. Tony was trying to hurt your niece or nephew?!

“That’s a risk I’m willing to take!” Tony shouts suddenly overwhelmed with emotion himself. “I need to fix this, Olive. We failed, and I need to make it right. For Peter, Wanda, T’Challa, Quill, for each and every one of them and all the others who were taken.”

You suddenly realize what he’s talking about and your heart begins to pound in your chest. Excitement and desperation floods through your system making your blood race.

“And yes, even for Barnes.” Tony adds as he looks at you then back to Olivia.

“No.” She insists, her lip quivering and her hands once more, protective around her bump.

“Wait, wait, wait,” You struggle against your binds. “Are you saying that there is a way to get Bucky back? T’Challa and everyone else too?”

Olivia looks at you, her own desperation shining through.

“Going back in time could alter our timeline into something worse.” She tries to explain to you but all you care about is that Bucky would be back! You wouldn’t be brainwashed.

“So?” You ask, annoyed with her reluctance.

“I might never meet Thor again. We might never get married.” She explains, but she’s pleading with you, too. “Which means we will never have our little one. My daughter is important, Y/N.”

And you feel sorry for her. You feel bad about it, you do but Bucky is everything. Not to mention everyone else! How can she possibly think to bargain all of their lives for one?

“So is everyone else.” You insist, already squarely set on Tony using this time-travel method now.

“No!” Olivia shouts. She glares at you, her hands shaking on her bump.

“Oh, fuck off! This isn’t only about you, Princess!” You don’t know why you use the old name that Bucky once teased you with. Is this what you’d sounded like back then when you’d whined about your workouts? He’d called you a princess only a few times, but this must be what he felt like. You miss him so much.

You need him back. You need to feel his lips on yours. You want his body on top of you. You want his arms around you. You need to hear him laugh his soft, lazy, easy flowing laugh. The smooth cadence of his voice. Even the scars on his shoulder are necessary.

Olivia glares murder at you and Tony is suddenly there between the two of you, blocking her from moving closer.

“I’m stronger than you, little girl, I can make you bend to my will!” Olivia threatens.

You scoff because the way she speaks, her husband is rubbing off on her big time. “I’m not scared of you. I’ve faced worse and I’ve gone through worse. Besides, you said your power doesn’t work on me.”

Stupid.

“I never said I would use my abilities.” Olivia threatens again, and you honestly do believe that she’d break your body in half if she could.

“I think that’s enough quality family time for one night. Visiting hours are over so, get out of here, Olive.” Tony nods towards the door.

Olivia glares at you for a few moments longer before she turns to look at Tony. “This isn’t over, Tony. I won’t let you do this to my family. If you do anything to hurt my baby, I will kill you.”

Her threat is real, and you suddenly worry for your substitute father.

Olivia turns on her heel and leaves the surgical room with a heavy silence.

Tony’s shoulders slump as he watches her go and for several minutes he stands there, staring at the door.

“Tony?” You press.

Tony turns slowly and smiles down at you. “So, how’d that go?”

“Well it was fine until you came in. Forget, Olivia. Is there really a way for you to get Bucky back?”

“This isn’t just about Barnes, Y/N. This is about everyone.” He assures you but it’s pointless and stupid because either way it means getting Bucky back.

“Just answer the damn questions.” You plead, struggling against your binds again.

“Yes. Yes, there’s a way but it comes with risks.” He admits.

“Look, I get where she’s coming from, but this is too damn important. We can get everyone back! Everyone. Not just Bucky or Peter or the other Avengers. Everyone in the universe that was wiped away, we can get them back. If you go back far enough, if you can get ahead of Thanos, then you can save people he killed even before he snapped those stupid fingers.” It’s all so easy. How can he hesitate?

“Just do it.” You insist.

Tony stares down at the ground. He smacks his leg twice, thinking hard about what you’ve just said and no doubt what Olivia just said too. His face is so somber, so heart wrenchingly torn that you almost feel bad for him. But he needs to use it. There is no doubt in your mind.

Tony Stark is the man that will save the universe and if he doesn’t do everything within his power to do it, he’ll regret it until it kills him.

Laying in Thor’s arms is bliss. He wraps you up tighter, pulling you flush against his body so that he can feel you connected to every part of him.

“Thor…” You say quietly, teasing a little.

He’s managed to settle your mind and your heart after your encounter with both your sister and Tony in the med bay. Thor is your harbor, your home, and he will also be your savior.

“I want you.” He admits, and you sigh lightly. Your small baby belly doesn’t really get in the way yet. In a month’s time you’ll start to really be huge.

His hands wander down along the small of your back before he slides his hand up under your shirt to feel along the skin of your back. You’re not wearing a bra because, let’s face it, right now they’re not comfortable and he seems to like that fact.

This thumb grazes the side of your breast as he leans down to meet your lips with his own.

His kiss is soft and tender, but promising. He’s so intent on showing you that he’s chosen you and your baby that he’s trying to do it with every touch he gives you.

“Mmm.” You reply to his kiss and the way his hand slides down along your ribs to rest on your stomach where your little girl is kicking away.

He smiles against your lips before he carefully rolls you over onto your back.

He gets up, moving down to grab the waistband of your shorts and pull them down until they’re free of your feet. He tosses them over his shoulder, a little whistle thrown in before he pulls your underwear off as well. He reaches for your hands and pulls you up a little so that he can work your shirt off with one hand.

When you’re lying there, completely naked on your bed with your hands gently rubbing your belly, Thor sits and stares.

He’s already shirtless and the sight is a blessing from Odin himself.

You hold your arms out for him. Wanting him as much as he wants you. “Come here, Puppy.”

Thor is staring at you with such love in his eyes, such admiration and worship, just as he had on your wedding night that you have the need to give in.

He moves over you, leaning down so that you can get your arms around his neck, but he supports his weight on his hands, refusing to settle himself on top of you. He’s been ultra-protective with you lately and now, with your baby bump, he refuses to lay on top of you.

He kisses you eagerly however, his kiss needy and passionate. His tongue searching as he lowers himself a bit more to rest on his forearm so that his right hand can massage your breasts. He slides his hand down along your tummy, but finally stops between your legs where he coaxes them open a little more by sliding his middle finger up between your lower lips.

You moan, breaking your kiss as you quiver at his touch. Thor’s mouth diverts to your neck where he nips at your skin, tasting you before moving down to suckle your breast.

You moan and squirm until you can’t take it anymore and push him hard in the chest to get him up. You know he won’t lay on you, so you push him until he’s standing then move towards your dresser, turn around, and lean forward slightly, placing your hands and spreading your legs for him as if you were waiting to be frisked.

He follows you, his hands find your waist and you feel the heat of his chest press against your back as he leans down to kiss your neck.

You sigh at his touch, leaning your head back onto his shoulder as his hands squeeze the soft flesh of your bottom. With his right hand he traces its curve, stopping when he’s reached your lower thigh then coaxes the leg up, all the while, you can’t help but focus on the hard rod poking between your cheeks.

“Hurry, Thor…” You beg, moving your hips up and down to rub him a little. Tease him into moving faster.

He almost growls as you plead with him. Supporting your leg, he uses his right hand to line himself up at the entrance of your lower lips and slowly, almost torturously he slides himself within you. He stretches you, your muscles constricting around him, drawing from him a delicious groan.

“Oh, yes…” You moan and lean forward a little more to give him more leverage. He grips the left side of your hip with his left hand and slowly begins to thrust himself in and out of you.

He moves so slow at first that all you can hear is your heavy breathing, intermixed with the few groans Thor releases as his hand slowly tightens around your hip.

Gradually, his thrusts become more demanding. He shoves himself into you hard, making you moan. Faster and faster he moves himself within you, drawing gasp after gasp. He lowers your leg, freeing his right hand. He wraps his left arm around your torso, just under your breast, pulling you against his body. His right hand wanders back down between your legs to massage your button.

You shiver and moan slightly louder than you intended to as he moves with faster but smaller movements, his own legs spread wider so that he can get low enough to pump himself in and out.

“Like that?” He asks, his voice husky and hot as it wafts along your neck and ear.

“Oh, yes, Thor…just like…AH!” You moan as he growls and moves faster.

He reaches down to run his left hand down along your tautly stretched belly, up to your breast where he gives it a passing squeeze before he reaches for your face. He gently holds your chin as he turns you to face him, his lips finding yours once again as he kisses you breathless.

His right hand flicks at the nub between your legs until he feels you shudder against him as your body is overrun with golden ecstasy. The world fades away as your orgasm washes over you, numbing you pleasantly.

Thor continues to thrust, holding you tight against his chest. His hand grips your right hip tightly, squeezing it hard as he pumps himself in quick thrusts until he finally shoves himself into you one last time and you feel his heat spread through you. He groans, mashing his lips against your neck as he suddenly bursts into sparks of burning blue electricity. The charge makes your skin tingle with pleasure.

The two of you stay like this, with him comfortably nestled within you, gasping for breath for a few minutes. He finally pulls you towards the bed and makes sure to lay you down first, on your back, before he kisses his way up from your knees, up to your belly where he rests his hands, staring at the life already growing inside of you.

You run your hands slowly through his hair, loving the sparkle of contentment in his eyes. You are in no doubt that he loves you. All of your fears about the watch are gone and you know that things are different. With his life held between his hands, he smiles up at you, a soft peaceful grin that makes your heart flutter and your baby girl kick.

“There she goes again.” He says with a smile then leans down to kiss your tummy. “My daughter is a warrior.”

“She knows you’re there.” You bite your lip, enjoying the sight of Thor by your stomach. “Talk to her. She knows your voice.”

“Does she?” He asks. Almost as if in response to his question, she kicks his hand.

You chuckle, and she kicks again. This time Thor laughs, and she kicks harder. She already loves him so much.

“Hello, my princess.” He whispers against your belly. “I am your daddy. I am the God of Thunder and King of Asgard, but you are my most precious creation. You are the dream I didn’t know I had. You are my light and my heart, and I cannot wait to meet you, my little one. I hope you cannot wait to meet me, too.”

As if to answer him, she kicks his hand again, harder than before. He laughs, looks up at you with those devastatingly piercing blue eyes so full of love and happiness, then leans down to kiss your princess.

Is it really possible to be this happy? Thor presses his lips lightly against your stomach, whispers, “I love you.”

And you know; Yes. It is possible to be this happy.

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