#dr pym x reader

[cloverhasnobrain]

Bead Ants

In which Hank Pym tries art therapy.

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Content: Fluff, platonic HankJanet, Science BrosTM, can be read as "x reader", in which case it can be olatonic or not. Reader would be the unnamed character.

Trigger Warning: none that I am aware of? Not proofread.

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Growing up, Hank was never really encouraged to embrace his creativity. Not that there was much inspiration in East Nowhere, Nebraska.

Sometimes he wondered if it was a money thing, if his parents, as a factory foreman and a bookeeper, were just worried he wouldn't be able to keep himself on his feet based off just creativity as an adult, if it was just well-justified parental concern, which he could almost understand. Still, some part of him couldn't help thinking a bit bitterly of his folks sometimes; his old man for giving more of a damn about a carburetor than his son's development, and his mom for her similar exasperation at his inquisitive imagination— she worled with books, for pity's sake, shouldn't she of all people, understand it? And then there were the professors with those disapproving eyes whose judgemental faces he could see to this day, telling him he was nothing, he'd always be nothing, but he believed that the lighter-hearted, sweet Henry truly faded most when his grandmother passed.

His first great failure.

It wasn't his fault, he knew it, she was sick and he was seven, of course the device he tried to build to cure her didn't work, but at times, despite all reason, he found himself reviewing it, revisiting the concept and reaching for a way, any way, to sit once more on her knees, swishing his legs, and yap about machines she could put into her wondrous novels, babble about wonderful mechanics and science to the point of magic.

Maybe that percieved failure, that loss of the support he needed, was the beginning of the guilt that nagged at his heart, that first carburetor his first attempt at conforming, becoming what people wanted to see. Maybe not. Maybe his he was just doomed from birth because his brain chemistry was messed up— how ironic, a biochemist with a screwed brain chemistry.

He'd vented about it to Jan. Oh, Jan was so great, even after everything, he loved her so deeply, she was a ride-or-die, she was his family. And she gave really good advice, when it did not involve shopping sprees, the club or a spa day. That was not really his thing.

"I think you're overanalyzing the past and not focusing enough on the present, Hank."

He'd roll his eyes, swirling the atrocious decaf latte in his hands, he'd heard this so many times already.

"I mean it!", she bumped her shoulders to his, savoring an equally revolting drink that was more sugar and cream than coffee at this point. "What I'm saying is, you need something to unwind. You're becoming stuffy, ex-hubby, you are! That big brain is too hyperactive, it's like a pent-up engine— if that's even how they work. Too much brainpower, and you can't just spend it all on inventions, there aren't even enough things to invent for that, so you just get obsessin'. If you ask me, what you need is a hobby. Not super-related, maybe not even so science-y. Like me, I draw up new designs when I'm bored or stressed— oh, that's it!" she gasped with delight at her own brilliant idea, to grip his arm.

"Hank, you need to reclaim your creativity."

Admittedly, he'd been skeptical. A half-hearted "sure, Jan," and a soft chuckle, and he'd been ready to forget it, only it lingered. He mentioned it to Stark, Richards and Banner on Poker Night, and they were more supportive than expected too;

"Hey, makes sense, you know? Having an outlet. I used to really love the anger management classes I took," Bruce would shrug, contemplating the bet Reed had just placed. Shocking no one, Stark also had his two cents, but the surprise came in the fact it was not a jab or a quip.

"That actually sounds really cool. Cap has been doing art therapy at this volunteering center, I'm sure he could tell you more about it, Hank."

"Four of a kind," was Mr. Fantastic's input, that prompted a very smug smile from the usually meek Dr. Banner:

"Ha! Royal Flush," he proudly declared, leaning back and crossing his arms behind his head with a contented sigh as if the protests and outrage of the others were the most sublime chant of the angels. "Pay up, cocksuckers."

In the end, Pym did reach out; Steve was very sweet about it, as expected, and directed him to this volunteering center that had all sorts of activities, from a community garden to the attelier to which he had dragged himself, though his confidence failed him as he saw the illustrations on display, the half-finished pieces and people prepping canvases, clay; he wasn't an artist, what was he doing here?!

"Hey, you're a new face!", the instructor called; a bit of a beanpole, with freckles and very blue hair, sporting a baggy shirt that read: "DIAGNOSED ARTISTIC" and a big smile. Birdie, they introduced themselves, and proceeded to give him a bit of a get-to-know of what the group did; apparently, it was just people that liked to do art together and in a sort of guided way to cope. Hank was grateful that they didn't try to have him introduce himself to everyone, he hated when that happened, felt like highschool. Highschool was bad, he was an awkward, angsty teenager...

"Haven't seen you here before, first day?"

He was ripped away from his introspection by the person on the table beside his. Damn, why was everyone there so talkative?!

"Ah, sorry, it's cool if you don't like talking when you're creating-"

"No, no, it's fine," he waved his hands a bit with a tiny huff, "was just lost in thought, it's okay... yeah, first day."

"Nice, and how do you like it so far?"

"... well, the instructor is diagnosed artistic, so I think I'm in good hands..." His quip earned a bright laugh from the stranger.

"Yeah, Birdie's great! So whatcha makin'?"

He looked down to his hands at the question. What WAS he making?

"I dunno," he confessed with a sigh. "I came here to 'reclaim my creativity' as per my ex-wife, but now it's really dawned I'm terrible at drawing anything that's not formulas and I feel like an idiot."

The stranger's features softened. "Hey, don't. We're all searching for something here, some to get over a slump, some to cope in a healthy manner, some to perfect their skills, some to start learning at all. Honestly, don't worry too much about the result, no one here's gonna be an art critic or whatever, and everybody has thrown a tantrum over how their art ended up at least once. Table-neighbor tip? Start with something you like, make it an enjoyable process. Art's not supposed to be a chore. Let the creative juices run."

A slow smile spread across Hank's face, and he nodded.

"I like ants."

"Then do an ant."

It was more fun than he expected. A bit daunting at first, but he chose to make little ant sculptures with natural seed beads and wire, and had a really good time between discovering this new hobby and participating in the light banter of the attelier, not on important world emergencies, rather on how the paint water looked appetizing, and how hands were evil because they were hard to draw and sculpt.

By the end, everyone would showcase their creations, and Hank felt surprisingly proud of his ants; the class was so supportive too, making little comments and praises to the bead critters. Amidst all the positive energy, he felt his chest bubble, all warm inside, as a tiny smile quirked his lips. Maybe he could get used to this art thing.

Fin.

[waywardcrow]

Timeless.

Chapter V.

Summary: 1943. 1975. 2024. Three different decades, three different lives, three different times your life and Bucky's interwined; he lost you twice, will he do it again?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader.

TW: It can change each chapter but themes of Bucky as soldier in WWII and as the Winter Soldier in general, lots of feels, a little bit of angst, fluff, two cuties pinning after each other, 40’s!reader is mentioned to be named Beth but that changes for 2024 version of her so I nicknamed her little bird for Bucky, Ace for everybody else, this will be a +18 story so minors dni.

Disclaimer: Please remember english is not my first language so if I make a mistake or forget something let me know.

Pictures from pinterest and graphic and dividers by the amazing @ firefly-graphics so all credits to the creators.

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Harper sent you the most astonishing suit you had ever seen.

The color complimented your skin tone, the cut was clean and highlighted every part of your body you liked; she left a note on top too.

“This is your new beginning, Ace, go get them.”

It made you smile, still you didn’t wear it, the suit was too expensive. Your choice was one black plain pencil skirt, white blouse and simple heels. Your makeup and hairstyle wasn’t too special also, you wanted Pepper Potts to see what you were capable of beyond your fashion choices.

After making your way to the tower and making all the procedure, you met your new boss.

“Maria is going to give some training and we can get some things done as we start working together” the ginger woman said behind her desk, you gave a nod and she smiled “relax; you’re going to do great.”

You didn’t know how to relax; it wasn’t in you to be able to do it.

Maria Hill, an intimidating but efficient woman, made you sign a confidentially contract which was fine with you, you were given an enormous pile of information that made you believe you were not qualified enough for this.

“Thank you miss Potts- Pepper” you rectified, giving her a list of her things to do “miss Van Dyme is coming after lunch to discuss your partnership with Pym industries and Dr. Stephen Strange asked for an appointment tomorrow too, you have your daughter’s teacher reunion at ten so maybe after it could be a good time”

“It’s perfect, Ace” the happy tone in her words made you smile. After being so long stuck with someone who only made you feel stupid, it was nice to have some reassurance.

You both went about your day and the familiar environment of the office setting helped you to focus instead of losing it, you were working with the Avengers! Your folks barely believe it when you called them, in all honesty you almost couldn’t believe it too.

The day was easy, probably because Pepper wanted you to don’t give up and when you least expect it, it was time to go home.

“Are you sure miss- Pepper?” you asked for the millionth time, obviously going home before midnight wasn’t usual for you.

“I’m completely sure, Ace. Please go home and rest, tomorrow we have a great day” not very convinced, you did what she say and after saying goodnight you took your things and walk to the elevator.

When the doors opened your heart raced in your chest.

Sergeant Barnes smiled at you when you entered the elevator, giving you enough space between your bodies.

“Are you ok, miss?” his smile faltered and you tried to look less like an idiot.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine, just tired” you lied “I didn’t see you all day”

In the moment your words left your mouth, heat rushed to your cheeks, what the fuck were you doing?

“I was working on something with Sam, he can be a pain in the ass sometimes” he explained without making evident how dumb you were being. The doors opened again and he walked with you to the entrance “are you going home or-?”

“Home” it was a whisper under the city noise but he could hear you perfectly.

“Maybe I could drive you there, if you want” it sounded crazy but he almost looked shy, like you were about to reject him. For a moment, the memory of your dreams about that boy smiling at you in the moonlight came back.

“Yeah, I’d like that”

It was the right answer, his face light up and it took you a second to remember how to breathe.

Bucky directed you to his car in silence which was a good thing because your head was a complete mess, what were you doing? There was no way you could deny you felt attraction towards him but it wasn’t like you were the only one, the man was breathtaking so you were just reacting to that, it was a complete different story to think something could happen between you two.

He opened the door for you with the same politeness he let you walk first out of the elevator and your hands shook a little. It was nothing, he was a gentleman, he came from the time gentlemen were a thing, for all you knew he probably had a beautiful girlfriend waiting at home, ready to welcomed him with mind blowing sex and plans of a future together.

Being the silly hopeless romantic you were, the thought made your heart ache.

“Did you forget something at the tower?” he asked again when he started driving, Bucky looked a little concerned about you so you tried to smile.

“I’m fine, sorry, just leave me near the next subway station”

“Why would I do that? You are not going to the subway and not at this hour, little bird, it’s too dangerous” Bucky was too affronted to realize his mistake but you weren’t.

“Little bird?”

For a moment you could see how his jaw clenched, like he was scolding himself but then it was gone and he gave you a boyish smile.

“It’s ok if I call you that? Just felt appropriate, you’re sweet and small and I don’t know” he shrugged before the light turned green and then you didn’t think about anything else but how perfect it sounded that nickname in his voice.

“I’m obviously small next to you Bucky, you grew up like ivy around a stone house, don’t ya think?”

The most melodic laugh came out of him and you weren’t in his car anymore, instead it was a tent surrounding you and the chill of the autumn air around you.

You started bickering like you knew each other all your lives, he asked you about your day and then you asked about his and what had him so busy with Sam which led to something very interesting.

“Alright, in my defense I don’t go around looking for old ladies to charm” he defended himself after telling you a story about a bingo night in Louisiana with Sam and a very nice old lady who gave him her number.

“You’re a heartbreaker, Bucky Barnes” you told him holding back your laugh, he was so cute when he was all flustered, you could swear you saw him like this before.

“I used to be”

He stopped in front of your building and the sad tone in his voice made you want to reach for his hand to comfort him, despite that your hand stayed still.

“I’m pretty sure you still are, maybe you don’t find the right lady yet”

His sky blue eyes found yours, making the air inside the vehicle heavy with unspoken words. His gaze never left your face; he looked like he was fighting with himself.

“I did find her, actually” Bucky finally said and your hopes crashed against each other.

“Oh�� was everything you could say.

“In the 40’s, she was… she was gone shortly after I disappeared” his voice was barely a whisper but you could hear him perfectly being that close, this time your hand closed around his.

“I’m so sorry Buck” your jealousy was long forgotten, a silly crush was nothing compared to losing someone like that, when the details of his pardon were made public they said that he was believed to be dead when in reality he was captured a second time by Hydra, you couldn’t imagine how it was for his lover to lose him twice when he was alive and suffering and for him to lose the woman he loved with everything else that monsters took from him.

A heart crushing pain that was always there hit you, your soul aching for both of them, for the young soldier Bucky was, for the woman who surely waited until her last breath to see him again.

“Please don’t cry little bird, I didn’t mean to make you cry” he wiped your tears with his hands and your skin felt hot at the contact, why were you crying? God, he surely would think you were an idiot or a fake jerk.

“I’m fine, I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m crying” stopping was impossible but Bucky didn’t look at you like you lose your mind, instead he hugged you, rubbing circles in your back. His scent of leather and mint made you close your eyes and start to relax.

“Everything is ok little bird, you’re fine, I’m fine” he mumbled against your hair.

Taking a deep breath, you calmed down and put some space between you two.

There was concern in his beautiful face and that was normal after your behavior but there was also something more, something that made you both move towards each other before a honk startled you, making you fall from his arms.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Barnes, I don’t know what happened to me” you apologized, taking your purse before he could say anything and getting out of the car to your department.

You didn’t stopped running until the door closed behind you.

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[endless-summer-soldier]

dr. feelgood - chapter six

pairing: Surgeon!Bucky x SurgicalIntern!Reader

summary: Y/N has a one night stand with a handsome stranger the night before starting her new job as a surgical intern. Little does she know, the handsome stranger also happens to be her new boss

warnings: must be 18+, drinking, some surgery descriptions, smut, self-pleasure, praise kink, very minor character death, unprotected sex, rough sex

Word count: 1.8k

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Bucky walked into Pym’s and approached the table near the dartboard where his two best friends were currently sitting.

“Now that's what I call a good day’s work,” Bucky smiled.

Steve slid a bottle of Yuengling over to him and Bucky took a long swig, savoring the crisp malty flavor that caressed his taste buds. The three of them recounted the highs and lows of the day as if it was a drunken night out, smiling at their success. 

As soon as Y/N walked in, Bucky’s participation in the conversation ended due to his current distraction. He hoped that she might show up. It took her a few steps past the door to lock eyes with him. She gave a shy smile and waved, but continued on to the bar. It was only then that he realized Steve and Sam had seen the whole interaction.

“It’s a little inappropriate to think about sex during surgery, don’t you think?” Sam said, clearly directing the question toward Bucky.

Bucky shook his head, returning to reality, “What are you talking about?”

“Buck, you were making bedroom eyes at her all day,” Steve added.

“I was not!”

“I mean, she was making them too. So they must’ve hooked up already,” Sam mused.

“We-”

“She called you Buck,” Steve added.

“Only your closest friends and your girlfriends call you Bucky. Everyone else at the hospital calls you Barnes”

Bucky sighed, knowing he’d been caught.

“Tell us what happened,” Steve asked, settling in to hear him out.

Bucky looked toward his two friends and knew he couldn’t get out of this. He sighed, “She’s the mystery girl.”

Sam’s jaw dropped and Steve looked at Bucky in disbelief, “The mystery girl?”

After he spent the night with Y/N, he told Sam and Steve about the amazing girl he had met at the bar. What he did not mention was the interaction he had with Y/N later that day when he ran into her at the hospital.

“When I told you guys about her, I genuinely didn’t know who she was. And then I saw her at the hospital and realized she was an intern. I’ve been trying to figure out my next move ever since.”

“So you haven’t hooked up since then?” Steve asked.

“Wellllll…she did pull me into an on call room.”

“That little minx!” Sam chuckled, peeking towards Y/N. 

“But she was very clear that she doesn't want it to happen again.”

“I find that hard to believe,” Steve chimed in. “She was undressing you with her eyes all day.”

“Which is why I don’t know what to do.”

“You know what to do, go talk to her,” Sam replied, like it was the easiest thing in the world.

“And say what?”

Both Sam and Steve looked at him incredulously. 

“Since when do you need help talking to women?” Steve commented.

“Y/L/N must really be something else. I’ve never seen you like this,” Sam added.

“This is not helping.”

“Just go talk to her!” Steve said, giving him a gentle shove toward the bar. One of the other interns had just left and there was a free seat open next to Y/N. Bucky chugged the rest of his beer before approaching the empty seat.

“Is it a tequila night or a whiskey night?” he asked her, hovering over her shoulder.

“Definitely tequila.”

Bucky flagged down Scott and ordered them two tequilas. He placed the shot glasses garnished with limes in front of them, along with a salt shaker to complete the routine.

Bucky took Y/N’s hand and gently licked a spot on the back of her hand between her thumb and index finger. She raised her eyebrows and looked at him with a shocked expression. He returned her gaze with a smirk and carefully poured the salt onto her hand.

“That,” she said, looking from her hand back up toward him, “was not appropriate.” Although she was scolding him, the look in her eye was playful.

“How about you do me and we’ll call it even?” He presented his hand toward her. She held his stare for a moment before giving in and slowly licking the back of his hand. Then she picked up the shaker and poured salt onto his hand.

“Are you guys going to take these shots or just make eyes at each other all night?” Scott called, with his boyish grin. 

“Easy there Scott, you’ve got some very loyal customers here,” Bucky retorted. 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah…” he waved them off, attending to another patron.

Bucky pulled the lime off the rim of his glass with his salted hand, then picked up the shot glass with his free hand and Y/N did the same. 

“To good days?” Bucky proposed, holding up his glass.

Y/N nodded, “To good days.” She tapped her glass to his and they both licked the salt, took the shot, and bit into the lime wedges.

“Ugh, I hate tequila,” Bucky said, placing what was left of the lime wedge into the shot glass.

“What!?” she turned toward him. “Why did you order it then?”

“Because I know you love it.” He took the seat next to her and ordered them a couple of beers to wash the flavor of agave from their tongues.

“I have to commend you on saving the day today,” he said.

“I was just doing my job,” she replied.

“Yes, but you outsmarted four attendings.”

She blushed, “I’m sure you would’ve caught it. You knew there was something missing.”

“You were also amazing with the patient. I don’t think anyone else could’ve kept him calm.”

“He was hardly calm,” she retorted.

“Will you just let me give you a compliment?”

She took a long swig of her beer, “That is a slippery slope.”

“Accepting a compliment?”

“Accepting a compliment…from you.”

“And why is that so bad?”

“Because it’ll make me like you more,” she admitted.

“Ahh…that explains it. I don’t know how to tell you this but you are going to fall in love with me eventually.”

She smiled at him as she rolled her eyes, “Maybe in your dreams.” 

“Oh, that’s already happened in my dreams. Along with some other fun activities.” He delivered the second sentence with a sultry air.

Although she wouldn’t admit it, her heart was racing at the thought of a repeat session with Bucky. It was a bad idea and it was something that should not happen again, but her eyes kept falling to his mouth and imagining his wet lips caressing her everywhere.

She distracted herself by flagging down Scott to order another shot of tequila, attempting to use alcohol to numb her feelings. She was surprised to see two shot glasses placed in front of them and Bucky reached for the second shot glass.

This was going to be an interesting night.

I had lost count of the amount of tequila that had been consumed, but I was surprised to find the bar completely empty except for Bucky and I. Scott announced last call but we decided against a final night cap, having consumed plenty already. 

After the second tequila shot, the conversation flowed easily between Bucky and I. It wasn’t just the usual flirty banter either. We talked more about our interests, had a friendly debate about our differing opinions, and we slowly grew closer and closer until I was regularly leaning on his shoulder and placing my hand on his leg.

It wasn’t until I wobbled up from the barstool that I realized how drunk I really was. Bucky steadied me and wrapped an arm around my shoulder saying, “Come on, let’s get you home.”

He pulled out his phone to call an Uber and I instinctively did the same until he questioned what I was doing. When I replied I was calling an Uber he stopped me and said he would take care of it.

“Bucky, it’s fine. I can get myself home.”

“Let me do this, I just want to make sure you get home safe.”

“Okay,” I said, not one to argue with his pleading eyes. A Nissan Altima pulled up almost instantly and Bucky opened the door for me before entering from the other side. It was a short ride to my house and we sat in comfortable silence. But I couldn’t help noticing the proximity of his hand near mine on the middle seat. It became a game to me. I’d slide my hand toward his, a fraction of an inch at a time. Finally the edge of my pinky gently rubbed up against his finger tips. He didn’t miss a beat. He placed his large hand directly on top of mine, interlacing his fingers so that he was gently gripping my palm. 

I felt like a teenager again. The butterflies dancing around my stomach threatened to spread a smile on my face. All because a boy I liked started holding my hand. Sometimes life really seemed so simple.

As we pulled up to my place, I expected Bucky to remain in the car. But instead he asked the driver to wait for one moment and he walked me to my door. We walked in silence but the tension between us was palpable. And I was drunk enough to know what my next move would be.

“Would you like to come in for a night cap?” I asked him.

He let out a sigh and I could read the divide on his face.

“I would like nothing more than that. However, we’ve both been drinking and you’ve made it very clear that you’d prefer things remain professional between us.”

I was kicking myself for pushing him away before because now the only thing I wanted was to bring him as close to me as possible. I was wracking my brain for what I could say that might convince him to stay, but I was too late. 

“Now go inside, drink a big glass of water, and get to bed,” he added, slowly backing up towards the Uber.

I watched him walk backwards to the car, maintaining eye contact with me. I had to come up with something soon, there were only a few steps left of his journey. 

He reached the Nissan and opened the back door. The minute he turned to climb in, I found my voice.

“Bucky, wait…”

He turned back toward me, those intense blue eyes piercing right through my soul.

“Please stay with me. I don’t want to be alone.”

He turned back toward the Uber driver and exchanged a few words before shutting the door. Then the car drove off, leaving Bucky standing in front of me with that signature smirk on his face.

He gently shook his head and said, “I’m never going to be able to say no to you, am I?”

[queen-of-the-avengers]

Captain Marvel: Part Eight

Pairing: Carol Danvers x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.4k

Warnings: canon violence and angst

Author’s Note: For the sake of the rewrite, Howard and Maria Stark dies on December 16, 1997 instead of 1991. Tony is 23 when they die.

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You leave her side and find the 'T' section for Tesseract. If they have knowledge about it, what else do they have about it? The box is pretty empty since there isn't a lot of information on it, but you go through it with a fine-tooth comb. The only thing they know is that it's a box with an insane amount of power that can create portals. They got it from Howard Stark after Steve went into the ice. They tried testing it as a weapon, but it had a mind of its own, so Dr. Lawson took over and used it for her light-speed tech.

You're about to put the box back when you notice something at the very bottom. Interdimensional Republic. That's the company Markus owned. There isn't much on the company except that when the Tesseract opened a portal, they saw that name on a huge building before the portal closed. You sigh in relief and put the box back knowing that Markus will never find this place... if he's even out there.

You leave Vers to keep researching while you walk into the hallway to give yourself a breather. You're alone for maybe ten minutes before the sound of shoes clicking on the glossy floor sounds. You look up and see a man in his fifties walking toward you. You make the mistake of looking him in the eyes as he passes by you, and he stops and walks back over to you.

"I recognize you."

"Excuse me?"

"1945. Your face is plastered all over the newspapers from that time, and you even have your own section in the Smithsonian. You fought with Captain America."

"I'm sorry, you must have the wrong person."

"Well, then you won't care if I tell the authorities you're here."

"No!" you say too quickly. "What do you want?"

"I'm here to give you an opportunity. SHIELD is made up of dicks who only care about money and the power they hold. If you want to do something good in this world, join my side." He takes out one of his business cards and hands it to you. "I could use someone like you."

The mysterious man walks off without another word, and you look at the card he gave you. Dr. Hank Pym with Pym Technologies. You're not sure what he's up to, but you already have a big problem on your hands. Still, you put the car in your pocket and head back inside the archive's room.

Vers is over by the phone on the wall with her wrist device attached to the wires like she did when you first landed on Earth.

"Vers, what are you doing?"

"The only way we can know for sure about what happened is to talk to Maria. We need to contact Yon-Rogg. He will know what to do."

"Why? We've already gotten so much progress here ourselves because he's not here to screw it up. Do you see what using your powers can do? He's trying to manipulate you like every other Kree does."

Vers is confused about who to believe and who to trust, but she goes ahead and makes contact with Yon-Rogg despite what you've said.

"I know Lawson was Kree," she says before he has a chance to say anything. "She was here on C-53 and died in a plane crash. Do you know anything about this?"

"I just discovered a mission report sent from C-53. There's only so much I'm cleared to tell you Vers and Y/N, but Lawson was an undercover Kree operative named Mar-Vell. She was working on a unique energy core and experimenting with tech that apparently could help us win the war."

"Does it say anything about me? Or us?" you ask.

"Anything about you two? No, of course not. Why would it?"

"I found evidence that I had a life here," Vers confesses.

"On C-53?" he stutters.

"Mar-Vell is who I see as the Supreme Intelligence. I knew her, and I knew her as Lawson."

"This sounds like Skrull simulation, Vers."

"No, don't try and spin this off as some twisted delusion of your own," you growl.

"I remember I was here!"

"Stop! Remember your training. Know your enemy. It could be you. Do not let your emotions undermine your judgment."

"Go to hell." You hang up the phone. "Do not listen to him, Vers. He's manipulating you!"

"Where's Fury?"

"He's probably lost or captured. Come on."

You two leave the records room and head for the stairs. Just upon reaching the landing, you hear voices coming from above. You pull Vers into you and cover her mouth with your hand to let her know to be quiet.

"Fury's colluding with the target."

"Then why did he call us in?" a man that sounds like Agent Coulson asks.

"All I know is that we take him in too. Dead or alive."

Fury might have called them in, but you can't leave him here to get captured by who he thought was on his team. You wait for the two men to leave before heading back to the archive's room. Inside is Fury and his director fighting each other. You don't think someone's boss will pull a gun on their employee, which can only mean that the director is a Skrull looking for you and Vers. Vers blasts the director away from Fury, and he looks grateful for the save. She blasts the ceiling to use as a quick escape, and this is where you come in. You grab both of them and fly them through the hole Vers made.

"You called them in?" you scold.

"My bad!"

You find the staircase and yank the door open only to see Agent Coulson with a gun pointed at you. Vers' fists glow orange, but you put a hand to her hand to stop her from hurting Phil. Fury and Coulson have a silent conversation with their eyes, and Fury begs him not to give you away.

"Coulson, do you have eyes on them?" an agent says from above.

He takes five seconds to speak.

"They're not down here. Let's try another floor."

You three pass him on your way down to the hangar where all the airplanes are. Vers grabs a long metal pole and shoves it through the handlebars so that if someone were to try to use the door from the other side, it won't open. Once she knows it's safe, she holds her hand out as if she expects something from Fury. When he makes no move to acknowledge her, she hits his arm and holds out her hand again.

"What?"

"Give me your communicator. You obviously can't be trusted with it."

Fury sighs and hands over his pager to her just as agents slam into the locked door next to you.

"Come on!" you urge.

There isn't much to hide behind, but you manage to hide behind some large boxes that are ready to be shipped out. Agents break the door down to get inside the large room, and you weigh your options of escaping this unharmed. Vers spots one of the planes that can be used as a quick escape, and she nudges you and Fury.

With a mutual agreement, you stay hidden as you make your way over to the plane. Vers got behind the wheel, Fury took the passenger seat, and you got in the seat behind Vers. She begins messing with the controls as if she knows what she's doing. If what her memories show is true, then flying something like this is second nature to her.

"Do you know how to fly this thing?" Fury asks.

"Uh... we'll see."

"That is a yes or no question," Fury gasps. 

Whatever Vers is doing is right because the engine roars to life and the doors close behind you. She pushes the lever forward which causes the plane to hover in the air.

"That's what I'm talking about!" Fury laughs.

When the agents below hear the plane take off, they start shooting at it aimlessly. It does nothing and allows Vers to fly out of the underground tarmac area, and over the open desert before gaining altitude very quickly. Suddenly, a small meow comes from the back of the plane where a meow shouldn't be. All three of you look back and see Goose pushed against a crate.

"We've got a stowaway," Fury says.

"Hang on, Goose."

Vers straightens the plane, allowing Goose to push off the crate and onto the ground. She happily walks over to Vers and jumps onto her lap, and your girlfriend moves her over to Fury.

"Who's a good kitty huh? Huh, Goose? Yes, that's right. Who's a good kitty, Goose? You're a good kitty," Fury coos.

Vers reaches into her pocket and takes out the photograph she stole of Wendy, Maria, and her in the background, and hands it to Fury.

"Do you see anyone you know? Six years ago, I arrived in Hala, near dead with no memory. I think I'm the pilot that went down with Dr. Lawson, and if not, then the last person to see them both alive is Maria Rambeau."

"How do we get to Louisiana?"

"Due East and hang a right at Memphis," Fury jokes.

"You must have taught Agent Coulson right because I appreciate the way he stuck up for us."

"Yeah, he's the new guy. I guess he doesn't hate me yet."

"Give him time," you joke.

"I guess he had a feeling and went with his gut against orders. It's a really hard thing to do. That's what keeps us human."

"I get in trouble for that. A lot," Vers sighs.

"Yeah by an ignorant asshole who gets off on manipulation," you comment.

"I can see that about you, and even you too, Y/N. Rescuing the guy who sold you out to the Skrulls. I guess that's not standard Kree operating procedure."

"Well, I won't tell your boss if you don't tell mine."

"He won't be hearing about this from me," you smirk.

Vers flies the aircraft all the way to Louisiana where Maria Rambeau is. She is very isolated from most of the population, but it's nice to see such big trees and open fields around her house. Next to her house is a shop used to fix cars, or in her case, planes. When you get a closer look at the shop, you can see a woman tinkering on a two-seater plane. This is Vers' moment since she knew Maria back in the day.

"Excuse me, I'm looking for Maria Rambeau."

The woman jumps in surprise and a little girl identical to the older woman jumps out of the plane. She runs over to Vers with an excited look on her face as if she knows who she is.

"Aunty Carol! Mom, it's Aunty Carol. I knew it! Everybody said you were dead but we knew they were lying."

The little girl hugs Vers who is apparently named Carol. Your girlfriend stands awkwardly, unaware of who this child is. Maria walks closer to Vers with an unsure look on her face like she can't believe what she's seeing.

"I'm not really who you think I am," Vers says.

Maria isn't sure if this is her friend or not, but she wants to hear what Vers has to say. Monica, Maria's daughter, and Maria are sitting with you, Vers, and Fury in the living room so you can explain to them what happened after the plane crash. Vers' name isn't even Vers. It's the name that the Kree gave her to help conceal her identity.

Her real name is Carol Danvers.

"That is the craziest shit I've ever heard," Maria chuckles once you're done explaining.

"Green-transforming aliens? There's no such thing," Monica says.

"I'm an alien," you shrug.

"You're absolutely right, young lady. There is no such thing because if there were, we would want to keep that to ourselves," Fury says and looks at you accusingly.

"You want proof?"

Carol gets up and walks over to the tea kettle on the stove in the kitchen. She grabs the sides of the kettle and uses her powers to heat the tea inside. You raise your hand and use your air powers to open the cabinet and float one of the tea cups over to where Carol is. Maria and Monica stand up in fascination and curiosity.

"No way. That is so cool," Monica grins. 

"They can do a lot more than just make tea with those hands," Fury scoffs.

"Like what? Show us."

"Maybe later," Carol chuckles.

"I kept all your stuff, I'll go get it," Monica says and rushes out of the room.

"You want to give her a hand with that?" Carol asks Fury who nods.

He leaves the room to give Carol and Maria some time alone together, and you get up to leave when Carol grabs your hand. This is all so new to her, but you're her safety net. She trusts you with her life, so she needs you here in case something goes wrong.

"So, her name is Carol?" you ask Maria.

"Yeah. You don't remember anything?"

"I see flashes of little moments, but I can't tell what's real. If I could just piece together what happened that morning, maybe it'll all make sense."

"You were banging on my door at dawn and woke me up. I didn't think anything of it because that's what you normally did. Back then, we had to get up so early. The Air Force wasn't letting women fly in combat, so testing Lawson's planes was our only shot at doing something that mattered. That morning, you wanted to race to the base but your old Mustang was nothing compared to my Camaro. You cheated and took a shortcut," Maria laughs at the memory.

There are tears in Carol's eyes at the thought of her stolen life, but she doesn't let them fall.

"Since when is a shortcut cheating?"

"Since it violates the predetermined rules of engagement."

"I definitely don't remember those."

"Mmm, of course, you don't." They both laugh like old friends. "When I got to the hanger, Lawson was agitated, because she had lives to save. She was trying to take the Aces up herself, but you said—"

"If there were lives at stake, I would fly the plane," Carol finish for her.

"Yup. Big hero moment. The kind of moment we've both been waiting for. The Doc was always unique. That's why I liked her, but now you're saying she's from another planet."

"I know this must be hard for you," you comment.

"What, this part right here? No. Do you know what's hard? Losing my best friend in a mission so secret they act like it never even happened. Hard is knowing you were out there somewhere, too damn stubborn to die. Now you come up in here after six years with your super-charged fire hands and magical friend, and you expect me to call you... I don't even know what... 'Vers'? Is that really who you are now?"

"I don't know," Carol sighs.

x

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[quellmythirst]

Week-long Seminar- Day 1- Arrivals.

Summary: You and your Boss head to New York for a Military and Science Con. She's the Keynote speaker and as her assistant you attempt to keep her organised. Meanwhile the guy you have been not so casually seeing every time you are in the city for the past few years tries his hardest to distract you.

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Billy Russo.

Words: 2.3k

Warnings: Me not knowing shit about what the fuck a seminar is, swearing, oral, fingering, kissing, semi-public, SMUT. 18+ Minors DNI

An: I've had writers block for a bit now and this stupid little project managed to help. So plz enjoy.

“Miss van Dyne! Miss van Dyne,” you call, chasing after your boss while she storms her way through airport security. You grapple with both of your luggage, attempting to keep up with her, “Please just give me a second,”

“We’re going to be late,” she huffs, spinning on her heel to face you. Her face falling when she sees just how much you’re struggling to carry all 6 of the bags, “Here,” she says, leading you to a quiet alcove and placing one of her weird circle things on them, “That should make them easier for you to manage,” the bags immediately shrink into your hands, “Now stop fussing, we can’t be late,”

Staring down at the now palm sized suitcases, you shake off the shock. You had seen her and Dr Pym do this a million times, but it was always amazing. How they were able to do that you would never know, mostly because no matter how much you asked they had refused to tell you. Shoving the tiny bags into the pocket of your emerald coat, you race to keep up with her, “The car should be here,” you gaze around the stopping bay, ignoring the beep of your phone in your pocket, “That's the one,” you say pointing to the large black suv.

“Well, let's go then,” She says, opening the car door and all but shoving you inside before she steps in behind you, “have you got everything ready?”

“Yes, everything is set up for the presentation. You should be able to start as soon as we arrive.”

“I can’t believe our flight was delayed.” she sighs, “I’ll have to go right in, my speech was meant to be at 11 and it’s already 10:20. Would you be able to take everything-”

“I’ll get everything set up in your room, while you give your presentation-”

“And my dress?”

“Will be ready for you when you return,”

“And can you-”

“Yes, Ma’am. I’ll go over the notes for tomorrow as well,”

“Good work, don’t know what I’d do without you,” she smiles genuinely at you, handing you 3 more of those circle things, “When you get to our rooms, put these on the bags and they will grow again. But only-”

“When the door is locked, I know Ma’am.” your phone beeps again and you ignore it, knowing the kinds of things those messages contain. You don’t want Hope to even glimpse at them, she’d probably think you were some depraved lunatic. 

Xx

You arrive at the Baxter building and the place is a flurry of people running around. Some hurrying around doing errands, other people hauling large crates of what you can only assume are weapons or experiments. Military and scientists alike flooding the cold New York street. Staring up at the cloud covered skyline you start to miss the sunny California sky that you had left 5 hours ago. 

Photographers surround Hope the moment she exits the car and you give her a small nod to let her know that you will take care of getting you both situated in your rooms. You dodge through the crowd, quietly slipping the cases needed for her presentation into her suit pocket before heading into the building.

You waste no time unpacking, marveling at just how well these little size changers work. You feel your feet start to cramp when you finish unpacking all of Hope's items, even going so far as to press her dress for the tomorrow, in which you were expected to accompany her from meeting to meeting with benefactors and grant recipients.

Checking your key you notice that your room is only a few down the hall, probably so she can keep you close in case of any sort of organistional emergency. When you finally finish unpacking your own suitcase, exhaling deeply as you fall back, your head resting into the couch. You pull out your phone, turning on some loud music to distract yourself, thinking that maybe you could just scroll for a while or at least until Hope needs you again. You’re just about to open Hinge when you notice the message icon in the corner of the screen, shit. You had totally forgotten about the messages.

No Number: Conference week isn’t the same without you. 

Attached was a picture of HIM, his hard cock throbbing between those long, strong fingers, his head red and swollen and almost dripping with pre-cum.

No Number: Come on, Baby. You know it’s me. Reply. I want to play.

Gods, this man was going to be the death of you. Rolling your eyes, you decide to keep the name blank, lest your boss find out that you’ve got a personal phone that she doesn’t know about and even worse that you have been seeing Billy Russo, (the CEO of a military based company that she hates,) for a few months now. Though you only ever meet up at these boring conferences. Well, that's not totally true. There is maybe a bit of light phone stuff and dirty texts. Not in person though. No, in person it could only happen every few months, when you were both on the same side of the country. 

You shift from the couch and flop yourself down on the large plush mattress, thinking about what you're going to say.

What would you like to play? 

Not wanting to give away the surprise that you were here. Or that you had maybe been too busy to actually tell him, this was Hope's biggest event of the year and you had been run ragged trying to get everything in order. But you knew it was only a matter of time before he saw Hope and would know you were somewhere around, she never went anywhere without you.

Hide and seek

Who is doing the hiding? 

You.

Me? 

I’m going to find you. Be ready.

Fucking hell, this guy. He really knows what he's doing to you, doesn't he? You check the time and see it's still a few hours before dinner and you actually need to leave the comfort of your room. You take some time to go over and reassess the data for Hope's next presentation in two days checking and double checking the stats. Then you move onto the notes for the meetings tomorrow with investors and some of the grant applicants, not stopping until you’re sure they are perfect.

Xx

“Ma’am,” you say, knocking on Hope's door at 6, “Are you ready?”

“Running a bit late,” she says, you hear a male voice echo in the room, “make an excuse for me,” 

“Not a problem, tell Mr Lang I say hi,” you call, turning and making your way down to the dining room.

Huge, is the first word that comes to mind as you enter the ornate art deco style hall of the Baxter building. Suddenly aware of just how tight your dress is as people stare at you, you grab a glass of champagne hoping to hide behind it as you search the room for a friendly face.

Unfortunately, someone else spots you first. Approaching at a rate that makes it hard for you to turn and run, “Ah, Miss Winchester, is it?” Justin Hammer asks you, his gross energy making you feel ill the moment he steps towards you. His overpriced and over-saturated cologne burns your nostrils, the gel in his hair makes it look slimy and the posse of over-jacked idiots attempt to swarm around you before you step back and shake his hand.

“Mr Hammer,” you say, your eyes nervously scanning the room for an out. Anyone who you can palm him off to. He attempts to hit on you at every single event you’ve been to since you started working with Hope. And without fail he forgets your name. Every. Single. Fucking. Time. Maybe it was an act to seem disinterested? Either way it pissed you off. He starts talking. No. Not talking, ranting at you. About Pym Industries, how they were useless and how he would love to have you on his team instead. How you wouldn’t be just some woman's assistant, no you could run a whole team for him. Yuk, you could feel the vomit in your throat bubbling, unable to speak or open your mouth when he tries to inch closer to you.

“There you are!” Pepper calls, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, “how are you? I was just telling Tony about your breakthrough analytic system, he can't wait to meet you.” she ignores Justin's protests as she leads you away, “You alright there?”

“Yeah, thanks for the save,”

“You’re welcome, It was true though, Tony does want to hear all about your new system,” She leads you around the room and you are grateful to your friend for helping you out. Happily informing Mr Stark about your project, falling into easy conversation with the pair. You’re been happily chatting to your friends when you feel a pair of eyes on you. You glance up and see nothing. Weird. 

Excusing yourself to the bathroom, you still feel those eyes on you. The hairs on the back of your neck standing up as you approach the room just off the hall. Are you going mad? Maybe? Hopefully you’ll feel a little better after you get some water on your face.

“Found you,” a deep voice whispers in your ear as a hand wraps around your arm and pushes you into the bathroom. The loud click of the lock echoing behind you, “told ya I would,” he reaches for your face pulling your lips into his.

“Mr Russo, this is highly inappropriate,” you smile into his lips, his legs walking your back into the counter.

“Missed you,” his lips trail down your neck, his hands pushing the hem of your dress up your thighs.

“MMmm, missed you,” your fingers twine through his hair, tugging his head back so you can kiss him again.

“I need,”

“What do you need?”

“Taste,” his fingers slide into the band of your panties slowly sliding them down your thighs, sticking them in the inner pocket of his jacket.

“Yes,” you moan, arching to move your ass onto the counter.

“No Baby, turn around. Lean over,” his hands press into the back of your thighs. His strong hands, spreading you as he dips in fingers into you. “Fuck, so wet for me,” You shut your eyes soaking at how wonderfully his fingers tease you, slipping out and spreading it down your thighs. "Been too long," he moans as your hips jerk back, trying to get his fingers closer to your pulsing pussy.

"Was only 6 weeks this time,"

“Open those eyes,” he says, watching you in the mirror as your face contorts with pleasure with every stroke of his fingers when he teasingly parts you, his thumb flicking softly over your clit. 

Your eyes snap open when his fingers finally dip deeper into you, still teasing and only slightly stretching, watching the lust in his eyes as he kisses down your throat. Pulling his fingers from your now sopping pussy and brining it to hip lips as he sucks them dry, “Fuck I need more,” he whispers, “keep quiet and keep watching Baby,” he says kneeling down behind you his tongue swipes through you. Flattening, he licks at you, drinking down your juice. Sucking your clit into his mouth, nipping, lathing and worshiping you on his knees. Thrusting his fingers into you, curling until he reaches that squishy spot inside your soft walls.

“Fuck, Billy,” you quietly moan, clasping your hand over your mouth to keep those sounds in.

“Good girl, those noises are just for me. Don't wanna share you,” his fingers don’t stop pumping into you when he stands, teeth latching onto your pulse point, “I want to watch to,” he smirks into your neck.

RING RING

“Ignore it,” he says, but you can't help but be distracted by the interruption.

“Boss,” is all you can manage to get out when his other hand wraps around your throat, forcing you to look up at him.

“Don’t. I want you to cum Baby,” he goes even harder, moaning into your mouth. His hand tightening, his thumb pressing hard circles into your clit, vibrating your insides with absolute pleasure.

All thoughts of Hope vanished, when his teeth latch onto your ear, your eyes locking with his in the mirror and you saw the lust in that beautiful deep dark abyss , “Cum,” he somehow manages to say and you feel sparks zap through your body, sending tingles all over, making your legs fall out from under you. Billy catches you in his arms, helping you sit up onto the counter when you finally stop shaking.

His lips meet yours in a soft gentle kiss. You reach your hand out to grasp the long and hard length that was hiding in his trousers. Needing it, you’d be craving him for weeks. With all the fucking pictures, videos and fucking voice memo’s he’d been sending you, fuck you needed more. “Billy,” 

“No, not today,” he murmurs, stepping from your reach, “Why didn't you say you were coming?”

“Wanted to surprise you,” you try to reach for him again, “Please,”

“You don't get that today, only good girls get my cock,” he winks, “You had better go see to Hope, don't want her thinking your up to no good.”

“See you tomorrow?” you ask with a hopeful, desperate gleam in your eye.

“Maybe, if you’re good.” he steps out, leaving you alone. 

You sit there, your breath still uneven as you try to piece yourself back together in the dimly lit bathroom, when a message dings on your phone. Was he just joking? Was he inviting you up to his room?

Miss Van Dyne: “Can we go over tomorrow's notes before you go to bed?”

“I'll be up in a second”

Day 2- Meetings.

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[strange-dreams-are-made-of-these]

Dancing Beneath The Stars

Pairing: Strange Supreme (838) x F!Reader

Word Count: 4, 011

Summary: At a staff party some feelings get admitted over drinks and a bucket of ice.

Warnings: Some swearing, a tiny bit of angst/a fight, fluff at the end, a tiny bit of doctor kink at the end

A/N: I really wanted to try my hand at Strange Supreme. My ask box is always open for requests and imagines drabbles! This Here is the outfit inspo for the Reader.

How could it only be one in the afternoon? She shook her head looking away from the clock in the corner of her computer screen and back to the research paper she had been editing. Y/n Y/l/n had been hired as an aid in the Illuminati to assist in the organization's research and development of new technologies. She was more than just a body sitting behind a desk proofreading papers, she earned a background in medicine. Working at the Illuminati was a daytime job, she had been working very hard over the past few years in night school determined to become a physician assistant. She was a medical assistant capable of observing basic exams, performing simple procedures such as immunization injections, and administering some medications under the orders of a doctor. She had wanted to be a nurse when she was younger, but after shadowing and working in the field she knew she wanted to be more hands-on with patients. Physician assistants were just as important as doctors, though their scope of practice was slightly more restricted.

The woman sighed heavily, her eyes scanning over the same line over and over again. She needed a break, and luckily for her, somebody had some divine intervention. A knock came on the wall of her little cubical and a red-haired woman peered around the corner, her lab coat swishing in the wind. "Hey Y/n, got a minute?"

She sat up straighter in her chair, her back hurting some from her terrible posture. "Christine! Hey, yeah. What's going on?"

Christine walked into the space, sitting in the chair opposite the desk. She crossed her legs, placing her hands in her lap. "Nothing much, I was just in the area and wanted to see what you were up to."

The woman chuckled a little, her eyebrows jumping a little. "You were just hanging around the offices for fun?" She didn't believe her friend, but shaking her head she gestured to the screen. "Dr. Richards sent me a report to edit so he can submit it for next month's collections."

"It couldn't be that bad," Christine stated.

The woman looked at her with a deadpan expression. "Quantum science: How it affects the brain. I've never heard of half of these words. I've had to borrow three books from the library, including Hank Pym's Quantum Physics for Dummies."

Christine's nose scrunched up, replying with a simple "Ohh" before shaking her head. "Well, it sounds like you need to unwind after work. And what better way than going to the staff party!"

Y/n hummed a little, not sold on the idea. "I don't know. I have a test coming up in a couple of days. I could really use all the time I can get to study."

"You do have a doctor as a best friend." Christine pointed at herself before the two women laughed.

The other woman shook her head. "I don't know. I don't talk to many people outside of work besides you and Johnny Storm."

"What about Stephen?"

Her jaw dropped a little, her shoulders tensing up. "I don't talk personally with him. He's just one of my bosses. In fact, you're one of my bosses." The woman would come to regret this statement.

"Oh please, you are going to turn down a chance to see Stephen's regular clothes? How many times have you told me you wanted to, and I quote, climb him like a tree."

"Shh!!" She exclaimed, standing up slightly trying to peer over the walls of the cubicle to see if anybody had overheard their conversation. She settled back into her chair, looking back at Christine. "If anybody finds out about that, I'm coming for your left shoes. All of them."

Christine laughed again, moving a piece of her hair that fell out of place. "Come on, I've seen the way you look at him. How your jaw drops slightly when he's around, how you pay extra attention to him when he's talking to you, or in general."

Y/n looked down, shaking her head. Had she really been that obvious about her feelings towards the Sorcerer Supreme, the man behind the Illuminati? "Silly, huh? Somebody like me having feelings for a man like him."

Christine looked at her friend, sighing a little. "I did."

The woman looked up at the red-haired woman, her eyes soft. "But I'm not you, I'll never be anything like you."

Christine looked confused, interested in her friend's response. "How?"

The other woman scoffed, then gestured to Christine. "Look at yourself. You're a doctor, a genius, and you have known him longer than I have. I'm just another aid working here."

Christine nodded. "You also don't put up with a lot. You take your work seriously, you are detailed oriented, and you are one of the few trusted with Reed's and Stephen's research articles. How many other aids here have access to those documents?"

Y/n exhaled sharply through her nose, listening to her words. She may have had a point or two, but that still didn't give her justification to tell Doctor Stephen Strange that she had feelings for him.

Before the woman could speak, Christine stood up, stuffing her hands in her pockets. "As one of your supervisors, I want you to come to the party. It's not a request. I'll help you with any studying you need to do." She then turned around and left, heading out of the offices and back down to the labs.

Y/n sat in disbelief, wondering why she opened her big mouth in the first place. A party with her co-workers was one thing, but to be with her supervisors as well was another story of its own. She knew Christine would make her show up, so it was fruitless to challenge her. If her headache wasn't painful enough from reading the paper, she would have been positive figuring out an outfit would be just as painful.

--

Y/n had her laptop on the kitchen counter next to a mirror and her make-up. She had decided to wear a dark blue dress she had tucked into the back of her closet. It was covered in sequence, sporting long sleeves with a short bottom. It was something nice she had purchased hoping to use it on a rainy day. Well, today was actually a little rainy according to the rain drops on the windows of her apartment. A notification came up on her computer which was linked to her phone. She minimized her web pages and textbook articles before pulling up the conversation and answering the video call. "Hey, Christine!"

Christine smiled, seeing her friend finishing up her makeup. "Glad to see you listened to me, for once."

"For your information, this isn't the first time I've listened to you. You had to pull the supervisor card on me, so now I'm fulfilling my duties given to me."

Christine laughed again. "I feel bad about telling you to come to the party, so I've arranged a ride for you. They should be arriving in about fifteen minutes."

Y/n looked over at the screen, eyeshadow brush in hand. "I can drive. I don't plan on drinking tonight."

"Ah, but you must! There is going to be a speech or two. Plus, you and I both know Johnny will make sure your cup never empties."

"Johnny should know better than that. Yet again, he's Johnny."

Both of the women laughed. "Look, I've got to run. I have a few last-minute details to take care of. I'll see you at the party. Bye!"

"Bye." Y/n ended the screen call before closing the laptop shut. Had she not just applied her make-up she would have rubbed her face. There was nothing wrong with her car or driving to the party. But Christine had already devoted her time to setting transportation up for her. Might as well make the most of this night.

Several minutes passed. The woman had put everything away, put her heels on, gave herself a final look over in her mirror, then grabbed her coat and put it on. She threw her id, cash, and cards into a matching clutch, locking her apartment up as she received a text that her ride had arrived. She took the elevator down to the ground floor, waiting patiently for it to be over. She was still nervous about elevators, a silly fear to have lived on the twelfth floor of her apartment building. The fear that one day the cord would snap and she would be sent plummeting to her death still crept into her mind.

The doors opened up and she quickly exited the elevator, heading through the apartment lobby and outside. Standing before her had been a man dressed in a suit, adjusting his cuff links as he stood by the car. Her cheeks went red as her eyes caught the sight of him standing there. Oh, Christine would not hear the end of this.

Stephen looked up before clearing his throat. "Ah, Y/n." His eyes observed her as she stood almost stiff-like, looking shocked. "Christine told me you were having issues with your car."

Car issues, really? That was the best she could do? She realized she needed to speak up and not be shocked by his presence. "Oh, yeah. It's not working right. My brother is going to look at it for me." her hand gripped her clutch tighter as Stephen turned around, opening the passenger door. She nodded looking up at him, offering a thanks before getting in.

Stephen watched as she got into the car. He hadn't completely sworn driving off, now that he was more comfortable in his skin and his duties when it came to protecting their world. He shut the door behind her, walked around the car, and got into the driver's seat.

The woman had spent her brief few seconds alone to take in a deep breath, concentrating on not sounding like a complete idiot, or looking like one. By his response to her, she was sure he was regretting picking her up. Stephen was quick to get back on the road and towards the party. As always, he and Reed were going to give a speech to the employees before the party really started.

"I do appreciate this, thank you." Breaking the silence, the woman peered over to the man, resting her coat across her lap with her clutch on top of the coat.

He gave a little nod, focusing on the road in front of him. He still had a bit of a need for speed, but he was a slightly better driver now due to his accident. The woman closed her eyes briefly, her mind racing wondering what he was thinking about. He didn't speak during the ride, which made her feel embarrassed about the whole situation. Maybe she could sneak out early from the party and walk home. Though she wouldn't hear the end of it from Christine, and she would feel even more embarrassed around Stephen at work.

Once at the venue, the two exited the car, Stephen once again opening the door for her. She thanked him again as they walked up to the front doors. Once inside, y/n spotted Christine standing next to Johnny. She sent glares at them before Stephen left without a word, finding Reed. Y/n walked over to where her two friends stood, seeing how their eyes scanned her over. "Car issues? That's all you could think of?"

Johnny spoke up. "Car issues is what caused Mr. Sorcerer Supreme Doctor Strange to pick you up, did it not?"

"Pick up, yes. Enjoy, no." It was one of the weirdest, quietest moments of her life. "I've been in exams louder than that car ride. I was an idiot!"

Christine shook her head, then reached out and pulled her friend into a hug. "At least you look nice. Did he say anything about your outfit?"

She shook her head, giving in and returning the embrace. "He was all stoic and reserved the whole time. What was I supposed to do? I tried talking to him, but he was just… silent."

Johnny was about to speak, but an announcement was made over the sound system. "Well, looks like it's speech time. Ladies." He held out both of his elbows to the women, both accepting his arm as they looped their arms through his. The three of them walked towards the crowd, seeing people with trays of champagne flutes approaching everybody. Once with the group of people Johnny, Christine, and Y/n grabbed a flute. Their attention was then brought to the stage seeing Reed and Stephen standing there.

During the time that Reed Richards spoke, the woman couldn't help but stare at Stephen. In a twist of events, he had looked out and spotted her in the crowd, catching her staring every once in a while. She would look down or quickly over to Reed. The muscles in his throat tightened up a couple of times, looking down at the glass of alcohol in his hands. She watched as he would fidget every once in a while with the rim of the glass, his thumb running across the brim. Then it came time for Stephen to speak. He approached the microphone stand as Reed took a few steps back. He looked out to the crowd of employees and workers who showed up at the party.

During his speech, he seemed perfectly fine to the others, but to the people who knew him, they could tell he was not acting like Stephen. He was stumbling over his words, cracking a joke that the alcohol was already beginning to affect him. Christine could tell he was nervous, or that he had something on his mind. She trained her gaze onto him, trying to see what had caught him off guard. It was then she realized he had been staring most of the time at y/n. She gave Johnny's arm a gentle squeeze. Their plan had been working.

"In short, we want to express our gratitude to everybody. Nobody's job is overlooked, and we could not accel without everybody. Let's toast to our successes, and to our future. Salute."

The room repeated, "Salute" as Stephen and Reed raised their glasses. Y/n fell once again on the ocean irises of Stephen Strange, barely mumbling the phrase before slowly raising the glass to her lips.

--

About an hour later, the party was really underway. Y/n, who said she wouldn't have a drink, was working on her third drink. She was standing at the bar, watching as Christine and Johnny were dancing together on the floor, a club song playing. Somebody walked up behind her, grabbing her ass. She turned around, gasping at them. It was somebody she didn't know, and she really didn't appreciate the advances. "Come on, baby. Let's go somewhere more private." He stammered, obviously drunk.

"I'll give you three seconds to walk away." She responded to him.

He hiccuped a little before speaking again, grabbing her left wrist. "I wasn't asking you." he pulled on her wrist, trying to pull her towards him.

She was flustered and wanted to get out of the situation. She acted fast, pulling her right hand into a fist before swinging her arm out, and punching the man in the face. It caused him to let her go.

The man grabbed his face before looking back at her. "You bitch!" he yelled, raising a fist up.

Before she could process that he was swinging at her, the man froze mid-swing. His fist then turned towards himself before following through on the punch. The man fell, laying out on the ground. "Get this douchebag out of here. I was his name, his badge number, and his department head's name."

The woman's face turned to see Stephen from the side, approaching her very quickly. His face was much different from earlier. He looked more focused and angry now, but his eyes seemed to have softened a little when he stopped right next to the woman. "Are you okay?" he asked her.

Her hand was shaking, a high of adrenaline rushing through her veins. She did not notice, but her hand had already started swelling up. He picked it up, his thumb running over the top of one of her knuckles. This caused her to wince, trying to pull her hand back. "You broke your hand." Stephen shook his head before looking over to see the two security guards picking the man up off the ground and towards the doors.

Stephen looked to the bartender, asking for a bucket of ice. "Let's x-ray it in the morning. We need to splint it for tonight though." the bartender walked back over to Stephen and y/n, placing the bucket of ice on the bar.

"It feels fine. I feel fine."

It was a relief to him that you had finally spoken. He moved some of the ice around in the bucket. "Have a seat, let's ice it."

She looked over, seeing her friends still partying and having fun. She sucked in a deep breath before walking over to the seat, hopping up into it. He leaned against the bar next to her, helping her put her hand into the bucket. That was when she felt the pain, the weight of the ice on her hands almost felt firey. "That hurts."

He nodded, looking up at her. "It's going to, it's broken."

"Do you have x-ray vision?" She asked sarcastically.

"Do you have an MD or Ph.D. degree?" he responded.

Her lips thinned out a little. "I'll have you know I'm in my final year of PA school and I'll be starting clinical rotations within the next few months."

He arched one of his eyebrows. "You're in school to be a PA? Why not go for your MD?" He was curious, wondering why she wanted to be a physician's assistant instead of a medical doctor. He moved a few of the ice cubes to rest on the busted knuckle in question.

"I can still go into surgery, depending on whatever specialty I choose, with a surgeon. I can see patients, help people's lives, and get experience in the field before I decide if I want to be a doctor or not." She leaned her elbow on the bar, her hand in her hair as she rested against it.

He looked from her hand and then back to her. "You need to practice punching more. You didn't tuck your thumb in, which is how you broke your hand." He pulled one hand into a fist and used the other one as a stop sign. "You see if your thumb is over your fingers like this," he demonstrated, then pressing his fist to the palm of his opposite hand. "The impact of the force will stop and jam your fingers and hand and your thumb will continue through. Tuck your thumb in like this, and when your punch connects, your fingers won't bounce back and give way."

She watched him as he demonstrated his punch. She knew that his word was valuable. He was a literal superhero, and he was here helping her ice her hand. "I'm sorry."

He looked at her puzzled. "It's not your fault. I watched it happen, he grabbed your ass. You were well within your jurisdiction."

She shook her head, sitting up a little straighter. "I mean about the car ride. Truth is, there's nothing wrong with my car. I planned on driving here, and Christine told me she arranged my transportation."

Stephen's brow arched, hearing her explain what had happened earlier. "What do you mean arranged transportation? I told Christine to tell you I was picking you up."

Y/n's eyes grew hearing what he had to say. "You…?"

He nodded a little, one hand reaching up to his collar. "I've been talking to Christine recently. We have had a few conversations, and I may have let it slip up that…" He chuckled a little, smiling at his own thoughts. "Why is this so weird to say?"

The woman pointed to the ice bucket. "Maybe it's because you literally swooped in to save the day and then began doctoring me?" She was trying to make light of the situation, feeling her insides flipping.

He nodded, looking at the bucket. "There is that." he knew he needed to speak with her. "Look, I thought this party was going to be the best place to do this."

She grew frustrated that he couldn't say what he was trying to, and more with herself. "Stephen, can I call you that? I can't keep pretending that I don't care for you. Because I do care for you." She stated, feeling better about speaking about it after having some liquid courage coursing through her veins. "I care about what you have to say, how you feel, what others think about you. I know we don't speak much outside of work, and I know you are an incredibly busy man. But, damn it, I can't pretend that some part of me doesn't feel attached to you."

Stephen remained silent while she spoke, even a minute or two after she spoke. Her fear started to get the best of her, the tip of her heel bouncing against the barstool. Maybe it was all a little too much for him, or maybe he felt the complete opposite about her.

"Say something." She begged him in a whisper between the two of them.

Stephen's hand lifted up, a slight tremor could be seen as he reached up to cup her face. "I was going to ask you to come to the party with me tonight. Christine had told me a while ago that you had feelings for me, the same day I went to her to tell her I… I have feelings for you, Y/n." His words made all of the sounds around them go silent to her. She watched him as he reached out to her, slightly crumbling in his delicate touch. "I want to get to know you better, I want to know you outside of the Illuminati."

She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Maybe it was a dream, a dream she could find herself forever indulged in. She leaned a little towards him as he held her face, forgetting about the pain in her hand now. "I'd like that too." She replied.

He smirked looking at her. The song changed, a popular song recently. It even made it onto one of his playlists. "I would invite you for a dance, but that hand of yours is-"

"It's nothing." She replied, pulling her hand out of the bucket. "It's numb, and I think it's time Dr. Strange finally danced at one of his own parties." She slipped off the barstool, her good hand reaching up to rest on his wrist, his hand still on her face.

He was now looking down at her. "Are you holding back?" he asked her.

"Shut up, and dance with me." She faced him, taking a few steps back towards the dance floor. He followed her, not wanting her to leave his side. The two of them began to dance together, joining the others. She eventually ended up with her back pressed against his chest. Her injured and stayed tightly to her chest, her left hand moving up and down her side. Stephen's hands rested on her hips as their hips swayed together.

Stephen took a moment in the middle of the song to spin her around, placing both of his hands on either side of her face. "Keep your eyes on me."

"Now you're holding back." She commented.

He smirked. "Shut up, and kiss me." He mocked her earlier phrase.

"Yes, doctor." She replied before leaning up on her tiptoes. Stephen leaned down, their lips crashing against each other. Please around them began to cheer as they continued to dance. Christine and Johnny were the loudest, watching as their friends gave in to the temptation of their hearts.

[imaginationintowords]

Speak Now *sequel to The Kids Will Be Alright*

Chapter 2

Single dad!Bucky, Single mom!Reader, Clark Kent x Reader; Hybrid Social Media AU

Summary: Bucky and Y/n are dealing with the aftermath of Y/n’s engagement to Clark. Everyone has mixed feelings about the engagement, seeing as it is too quick, but they’re all just trying to be supportive of her and Clark, that is everyone except Natasha. Natasha and Y/n are still not talking. Sam and Natasha are also having marriage issues, Sam not agreeing with the way Natasha handled everything, while Natasha wishes he’d just be on her side. Bucky is trying his hardest to push down his feelings for Y/n, but as time continues on he can’t help but feel sadness as he sees Clark and Y/n plan their wedding. He continues to suffer in silence, while Steve watches his best friend slowly deteriorate. Y/n is out of her mind stressed, debating whether to call this whole thing off, or just elope.

Warnings: maybe a tad of angst, but not really

Word count: 1366

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[a/n: sorry for being so MIA. I’ve been busy with work and school. And on top of that mentally I haven’t been entirely great the last month. I’ve just been trying to give myself time. Thanks for being to patient and kind about the lack of updates]

Bucky closed Daisy’s door quietly. Daisy was very tired from the long day. After breakfast Bucky took Daisy to her ballet class, then afterwards they took a trip to the Bronx Zoo. By the time they got home Daisy could hardly keep her eyes open. Once he got her all cleaned up and dressed for bed, she was asleep the second her head hit the pillow.

Bucky grabbed a beer from the fridge and his laptop on the dining table and made his way to the living room. He turned on the tv to whatever was on, and he turned the volume low. He took a swig of his beer and opened his laptop to check his emails.

He saw a few were from work, updating him on some info on his current case. Another was from the psychologist he emailed early this morning, Dr. Hope Pym.

I normally don’t do the scheduling, via email I tell patients to call Monday morning. In this case I’ll make an exception, seeing how you emailed me at four in the morning. I also happen to have an opening spot for Monday morning at 9am. If that works for you please respond as soon as you’re able to.

I normally don’t do the scheduling, via email I tell patients to call Monday morning. In this case I’ll make an exception, seeing how you emailed me at four in the morning. I also happen to have an opening spot for Monday morning at 9am. If that works for you please respond as soon as you’re able to.

I normally don’t do the scheduling, via email I tell patients to call Monday morning. In this case I’ll make an exception, seeing how you emailed me at four in the morning. I also happen to have an opening spot for Monday morning at 9am. If that works for you please respond as soon as you’re able to.

Dr. Hope Pym

Bucky quickly sent a reply letting her know that the time slot works for him. He found himself relaxing even more knowing he’s doing the right thing. He closed his laptop and let his body relax further into the couch, watching whatever romantic comedy is on his tv.

He found himself drifting off until, his back pocket started to vibrate. He groaned, lifting his bottom half up to retrieve his phone.

“Hello,” he answered.

“Hey Buck,” Steve says, “Just calling to see how your day is going.”

“It went well,” Bucky stretches out,” took Daisy to the zoo. She’s now fast asleep. How was your day?”

“It was okay,” Steve sighed.

“You don’t sound very enthusiastic,” Bucky joked lightly, “You’re staying with your parents right? They giving you a hard time?”

“Yeah I am,” he says, “and quite the opposite actually. They’re giving me an extremely easy time. They actually took Sarah out for the day.”

“That was nice of them.”

“Yeah, but they wouldn’t even let me tag along,” Steve whined, “I had wanted to take Sarah to the park, but they snatched her right up. So I spent the day alone. No wife. No son. No daughter. Just by myself. And then when they got home my mom insisted on doing bedtime duty, and they’re keeping her in their room for the night.

“Not how I expected my Valentine’s Day to go,” Steve sighed, “But I guess the plus side was I was able to get a lot of work done.”

“That’s looking on the bright side,” Bucky agreed, “So I have something I want to tell you, but let's not make it a bigger thing than it already is.”

“Okay,” Steve agrees hesitantly.

“I made an appointment to see a physiologist,” Bucky tells him, “the one you gave me the number for.”

“Really?” Steve says, trying not to sound so excited about it.

“Yeah.”

“Can I ask what changed your mind?”

“Just something Daisy pointed out,” Bucky says without giving Steve too much detail, “Made me think over everything. So I decided to take the next step to figure out how I can live a more mentally healthy lifestyle, not just for myself but for Daisy.”

“Well I’m proud of you Buck,” Steve says, “I won’t make it a big deal, but just know that I am very proud of you for that step.”

“Thanks buddy,” Bucky yawns.

“Sounds like you had a long day,” Steve tells him, “I’ll talk to you tomorrow okay?”

“Night Steve,” Bucky says before hanging up the phone.

He turns off the TV and tidies up the living room, before disposing of his beer in the kitchen. He turns everything else off before turning in for the night.

[Y/N] was sitting on the couch going over her portfolio for tomorrow’s work day.

“Here you go,” Clark walks over handing [Y/N] a glass of wine.

“Thank you my love,” she smiles up at him, grabbing the drink and taking a sip before placing it down on the coffee table.

“Busy work week?” Clark asks her, sitting down on the couch next to her.

“Yeah, we’re basically redoing this couple’s home,” she tells him, glancing down at all the blueprints and swatches she has in the folder, “so this week will be spent driving around everywhere and taking the couple to look at samples and actually getting a real idea of what they want. The start of a new renovation is always the most hectic.”

“Is there anything I can do to help relieve some of the pressure this week?”

“Actually, do you think you can buy some groceries for me,” she says, “I didn’t have time this weekend, and Daisy comes back tomorrow.”

“Of course,” he kisses her temple.

“Thank you,” she smiles, “I’ll leave you a list before I go to work tomorrow.”

“I actually wanted to talk to you about a couple of things,” Clark says.

“Okay,” [Y/N] closes her folder and puts it on the coffee table to give Clark her full attention.

“So, we’ve been doing this back and forth thing from my place to your’s the last couple of months,” Clark nervously says, “You can say no, and I’ll completely understand if you’d want to wait til we get married, but what do you say about us officially moving in together?”

[Y/N] was a little taken back by Clark’s suggestion. Truth be told she never really gave it a thought, only because to her it just felt like they already live together. Since getting engaged Clark was always staying at her place. He’d go back to his apartment to get a few things but then he’d be back where she was.

“I don’t want you to feel like you have to say yes,” he cuts off her thoughts.

“No, no,” she reassures him, placing her hand on his thighs, “to be honest I never gave it a thought, only because it already feels like we live together. I forget that we actually have to make it official.”

“So?” He asks, trying not to sound overly excited.

“I would love for us to live together,” she smiles at him.

Clark kisses her, excited about this next step.

“You’re okay with moving in here right?” She asks, “At least for the time being. I just don’t want to have to move Daisy just yet. Seeing as her little world is already going through some big changes.”

‘I don’t mind at all,” Clark tells her, “Whatever makes things easier.”

“Was there something else you wanted to discuss?” She asks, “You mentioned a couple of things you wanted to talk about.”

“Yes,” he nods his head, “How are you feeling now about announcing our engagement?”

[Y/N] knew he was bound to ask. It’s been almost two months since they got engaged. Clark has been so understanding and caring about waiting to announce. At the end of the day though, [Y/N] knew they would have to make the announcement. The only ones that knew were her friends, Clark’s mom, and her parents.

“If you need more time that’s fine,” Clark reassured her, trying to hid his own hurt feelings, “My mom had just wanted to put out the announcement back home in her local newspaper. But I can tell her not just yet.”

“No,” [Y/N] cut him off, “It’s okay. You can tell your mom to go ahead.”

“Really?” Clark smiled.

“Yeah,” she matched his smile, “You’ve been so understanding about everything. There’s only so long I can ask you to wait for. Plus we’ll have to tell everyone eventually.”

“Are you sure?” Because I don’t want you to do this if you’re not ready.”

“Clark,” she says, “let’s announce our engagement.”

Clark grabbed her face and gave her the biggest kiss he’s ever given her. [Y/N] smiled through the kiss with how excited Clark was.

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[littleoddwriter]

i love your writing!! maybe kurt with a gn s/o that has superpowers??

Kurt Goreshter x GenderNeutral!Reader w/ Electrokinesis | Headcanons

Hello there! Aw, thank you so much, that means a lot to me!!! <3 And thanks for the request, it's so interesting and finding a superpower wasn't easy, but that's the beauty of it. I really hope you like these, thank you! :') <3

notes; Gender Neutral!Reader; Superpowers; Electrokinesis; Panic Attacks.

Reblogs > Likes. Thank you!

When you met Kurt, you had actually been trying to live a normal life like everybody else, and so you didn't tell him about your powers at first - If you had any say in it, you wouldn't even have them; you had just barely gained enough control over them to not let Kurt accidentally know in the beginning stages of your relationship.

But as it so happens, you two spend a lot of time together and you're rarely by yourself anymore. Thus, one day you were unwell and he stayed over at your apartment to take care of you; but while he was working on his computer, your powers basically acted by themselves, since your sickness caused you to have even less control over them.

This caused lightbulbs to suddenly burst and wires and outlets to fry, which in turn travelled over to Kurt's computer, which promptly started smoking and crackling strangely, soon catching on fire. After putting out the fire, Kurt has a bit of a panic attack, unsure how to handle this "sorcery".

Luckily, Kurt's work didn't get lost, despite this accident, since he always has a back-up going on a separate device that isn't connected to anything and fortunately survived your energy burst. Nonetheless, you apologise profusely, panicking and hyperventilating as you do, because you're so afraid of losing him over this.

The fact that you're so distressed rips him out of his own panicked state and he goes over to you, putting his arms around you without a second thought as he shushes you and assures you that he's not leaving you, it only caught him by surprise and you have nothing to worry about, because nothing terrible actually happened and it wasn't your fault (he presumes).

Eventually, you calm down and then you two have a lengthy talk about your powers. He also suggests that maybe you shouldn't suppress them and hide them all the time, but instead focus more on getting complete control over them, so that hopefully such things won't happen anymore; and he says that perhaps some of his friends could help you out (specifically Scott and Dr. Pym).

In the end, you do exactly that and become part of the team, all thanks to Kurt, who is definitely not panicking because of your powers anymore (only a little, sometimes, when it catches him really off-guard); and by now your only uncontrolled energy bursts happen when you're extremely angry, anxious or very sick, which is definitely an improvement; especially now that you're much more comfortable with having these powers in the first place.

[marvelsimp]

THE NEW KID: Landing

THE NEW KID MASTERLIST Ch. 3

Genre: Fluff Pairing: Peter x Lesbian!reader (Platonic duh), Avengers & Reader Warnings: swearing, Description: Reader has just joined the Avengers so they decide to throw her a birthday party. Reader’s Powers: Healing, telepathy, and empath. Word Count: 2,737

“Peter! You got me into the avengers!” you scream whacking your best friend with a pillow.

“You’re welcome!” he laughs shielding his face from oncoming attacks.  You end up tackling him causing him to land on his bed. “Why are you attacking me? This is so RUDE!”

“HAHA! Too bad.”

“STOP. STOP” he laughs causing you to stop almost instantly. He sits up and looks at the clock, it reads ‘3:57’.  “How about we go back down to the game floor we can play some more laser tag or mess around with the VR stuff?”

“Sure but didn’t you say earlier that you wanted to show me the lab?”

“I forgot about that!” he stood up and reached his hand out to help you get up, you accept.  Peter leads you out of his room at Avenger’s Tower to go to the elevator then up to the lab.  “So, this is it!” he says taking you up some stairs.

The space is huge, where you just entered from is where the Quinjet lands, where the med lab is, and where the avengers keep their gear for missions.  As you walk up the stairs you see several platforms and ‘bridges.’  To your right you see a platform full of tools and stations cluttered with different projects.

“Most of its taken up by Mr. Stark,” Peter explains, “He’s constantly working on upgrading and improving all of our suits.”  He leads you towards the back of the area, “This is where I usually work.  I’m usually the one to work on my suit, especially during breaks. I’m trying to figure out a way to improve the capacity of my web-shooters.”

You nod, Pete lets you look at his formulas and blueprints. You give him a handful of suggestions and ask him a few questions. He listens intently to each suggestion and question.  He then has a quick ‘aha’ moment and writes a few things down for later.  You can’t believe that you now get to help him with this stuff in person.

“Oh,” he says suddenly. He points to an empty part of the lab next to him. “This is your station, you can put anything there and use any of the tools, under supervision.  Mr. Stark isn’t a big fan of us being up here without him or Dr. Banner but he made an exception for today.”

“Wait… slow down.”

Peter looks up at you, he’s slightly confused.

“I get to work up here, in the Avenger’s lab?”

“Yeah,” he breathes out. “What did you not understand about the part that you’re an Avenger now?”

“I don’t know… I guess that it just didn’t click.” You look around the space trying to figure out what you’ll do.  You then remember some of the old projects that you had to scrap because you didn’t the resources, you’ll probably have to start from scratch… wait your stuff is here. You let out a gasp and your eyes get a little wider. You almost run out to get your old blueprints but Peter grabs your wrists.

“Y/n, slow down.  Where are you going?”

“Sorry, I got ahead of myself.  I just remembered that I have my old blueprints still and that I can work on that stuff here.”

He smiles at you, he’s happy you can feel it off of him.  That was the first time since you got to New York that you had felt pure joy and he could feel it, too. His smile shrinks a little, “Like I said Mr. Stark doesn’t really like us up here without someone with us.” You nodded in understanding.

“Now let me actually take you to the med lab, I think that Dr. Cho will want to meet you.” He took you back down the stairs and opened the doors to the Med Lab.  Dr. Cho was sitting down busy at work looking through some papers and looking at something on the screen in front of her. “Dr. Cho.”

She looked up from her work and looked at Peter then at you.  Her eyes grew wide, “Oh, I completely forgot.” She stood up walking over to you and reaching her hand out.   You accepted it shaking her hand, “I’m Y/n.”

“Yes,” she smiled, “Stark told me about you and your powers. I’d love to do some testing later once you’re settled.”

“I’d love that too.  I’ve done a little bit of testing on my own, but I’d love to learn my limits.”

She nodded, she seemed excited. “I have to get back to my work now, but I will see you later.”

You and Peter exited the lab then went back down to the game floor as you had planned earlier.  You both walked down the hallway and entered the game room.  In one of the corners was Steve and Bucky, Bucky was hunched over on an old arcade version of Mortal Combat while Steve had his hand on the brunette’s back and he was laughing his ass off at the stern face of the “tinman.”  Steve almost instantly turned around when you and peter entered but he couldn’t stop his laughing quite as quickly.

You smiled and waved at them.  You turned to Peter, “What do you wanna play?”

“Smash Bros?”

“Minecraft?”

‘You always want to play Minecraft,” he whined.

‘And you always want to play Smash Bros!”

He gave you the best puppy dog eyes he could.

“Fine!” you laughed

“Yes!” Peter quickly set up the game.

“FINISH HIM” you could hear from the old Mortal Combat Bucky was playing.

You took that as your cue, “Do you guys want to join us?”

Steve looked a little surprised, he turned to Bucky waiting for his answer. “Sure, how do you play?” he and Steve walked over and joined you and Peter on the large couch.

“It’s kind of like Mortal Combat.” You went on to explain the game and gave recommendations as to who they should pick.

“Fuck!” you exclaimed after losing to the two super-soldiers who had never even played the game before today.

“Language,” Steve said nonchalantly.

“Sorry” you squeaked out.

Steve’s eyes widened realizing his mistake, he said it out of habit assuming it was Bucky who said it.  Bucky let out an earth-shattering laugh. While you were mortified that you had screamed ‘fuck’ in front of some of the Avengers not once but twice in one day. Once Bucky stopped laughing and caught his breath he turned to Peter, “Do you curse this much? I swear I’ve never even heard you say ‘crap.’”  He did, just not in front of the avengers.  Peter’s whole face had turned red causing Bucky to laugh again.

“Sorry, Y/n,” Steve said over Bucky’s continual laughing.

“What are you saying sorry for?”

“I thought it was Buck who said it so out of habit I said ‘language.’”

You smiled, “You don’t mind me-“

“Of course not.” Steve looked at his watch and then turned to Bucky who had finally stopped laughing, “Buck, maybe it’s time we head up.”

“It was nice playing with you guys,” you smiled.

“Yeah, we’ll have to do it again,” said Bucky.

“You’re an Avenger now, doll. Plenty of game nights.” Steve smiled walking out the door.

“Bye.”

Peter stood up. “Do yooou wanna play in VR?”

“Yes!”

“I know we’ve only been on this for half an hour but do you wanna grab some food?” Peter asked you.

“Umm, sure I could use some food.”

You and Peter walked back to the elevator taking it back up to the communal living space. As the elevator rose you felt the excitement rise not only in Peter but in some people on the floor you were headed to. When the doors opened it was darker than last time then you heard “SURPRISE” being shouted at you from all over the room and the lights turned back on. You jumped back a little then erupted into giggles. Directly in front of you were Ned, MJ, and May.  While the Avengers were spread around the room, which included some of those that weren’t at lunch.  There was a large banner on the wall that read “Happy 17th Birthday, Y/n!” There were streamers and balloons everywhere, along with some confetti that was spread along the ground. “Happy Birthday!” Ned, MJ, and May said in unison all grouping together for a group hug that caused you to giggle once more.

“Thank you.”

Peter grabbed your hand and led you over to a group of people near the dining table.  There was Pepper Potts with a little girl holding onto her hand, with a man, woman, and a teen girl that was maybe a year or two younger than you and Peter.  Pepper was the first to notice the two of you so she turned and smiled at you grabbing the others' attention.

“Hi,” you said looking back over the group.

“I’m Hope,” said the brunette woman reaching her hand out.

You recognized her but couldn’t remember how and as you shook her hand you let out a slight gasp, “Pym?”

“Yes,” she breathed out.

“Sorry, I’m way too invested into sciency things.”

The man next to her let out a chuckle, “I’m Scott.” He gently put his hand onto the teen next to him, “and this is my daughter Cassie.”

She smiled at you, “Hi.”

“Hi.” You were kinda confused as to who these people were, relating to the Avengers.

Peter whispered in your ear, “Think about it,” it was like he was the telepath.

After a second or two of staring at them, you let out, “Oh! You’re Wasp and Ant-man.” Neither one of them were known to the public as that but they were the only masculine and feminine pair, so it made sense. Hope let out a, “Yeah” while Scott just grinned impressed.  You finally turned to the woman you were very excited to meet, the CEO of Stark Industries.

“I’m Pepper,” she went for a hug that you accepted. Once you were released from the hug she put her hand on the shoulder of the little girl hiding behind her. “This is Morgan, Tony and I’s daughter.”

You kneeled to be at the girl’s eye level, “Hi, I’m Y/n.”

“Hi,” she said in the quietest voice possible.

You just smiled and stood back up. “It’s an honor to meet you all,” you said turning to each one in the small group, “I can’t believe that I’m even here.”

“Don’t worry,” Scott said, “We’re still getting used to it.” Hope nodded in agreement.

Thank god, that eased your anxieties a little. “Come on, Y/n. There are still more people you gotta meet.” He led you across the room where Tony and Colonel Rhodes, aka War Machine, were talking, Col. Rhodes seemed annoyed.  As you walked you passed Bruce, Sam, Bucky, and Steve who waved as you walked by.  Bruce stepped forward, “Hey, Y/n!”

You stopped and turned to him.

“Thor wanted to tell you sorry that he couldn’t make it, ya know family business. And he wanted me to tell you ‘Happy Birthday’ from him and Loki.” You smiled and laughed at the “and Loki” part. “Tell them ‘Thank you and that I understand. Oh, and that I wish him luck with his brother’”. Bruce chuckled at your response. He turned and returned to his group while you continued to follow Peter.

“Come on, Tony, another teenager,” you could barely hear Col. Rhodes say.

Tony just saw you two walking towards them, he pointed his head at you which caused Col. Rhodes’ demeanor to change almost instantly.

“Hey,” Tony said smirking at you and Peter, “How you feeling?”

“Uhh, I’m still in stock,” you laugh rubbing your neck.

“Don’t worry, kid, that will wear off.”

“I’m Rhodey by the way.”

“It’s nice to meet you.”

“I won’t be able to stay for long I was told about this morning. I wasn’t even told there was a possibility of a new Avenger until then either,” he looked annoyingly at Tony.

“Oh, I... don’t worry it’s an honor just meeting you guys.”

“Y/n,” yelled Wanda who was over in the kitchen.

“Well, that’s me,” you commented pointing your thumb towards the kitchen.

“Happy Birthday.”

“Yeah, Happy Birthday, kid.”

You and Peter headed to the kitchen.

“That was kinda tense,” whispered Peter in your ear.

You nod in agreement as you enter.  Wanda is standing next to the counter eating some chips with Nat and a man you recognize as Hawkeye.  But more importantly, you spot some brownies.  You quickly grab one, “Hey.” Wanda smiles and hugs you before you sit on one of the stools.

“Hey, Y/n/n, adjusted yet?” Nat joked.

“Nowhere close,” you breathe out.

Nat elbowed the man standing next to her. “I’m Clint.” He put a fist over the chip bowl.

You let out a chuckle and returned the fist bump.  “You’re Hawkeye, right?”

“Yeah,” he laughs at the codename.

You continue to eat the brownie and happily smile at your best friend.  He takes a seat next to you and spins your chair as you take the last bite of it. When you look up, there she is Captain Marvel with a gift bag in her hand.  You choke on the brownie spitting it out in your hand then throwing it away. Peter looks up in concern at you, you simply point at her and he erupts in laughter.  Nat, Clint, and Wanda were first concerned when you choked on your food but are now very confused.  You turn around away from the center of the room, putting your face in your hands.

“Y/n, you okay?” Wanda asks.

“Oh my god,” you breathe out.

Clint throws a chip at Peter, “Bug, explain.”

Peter calms down.  “Y/n has a hu-“ he corrects himself, “is a huge fan of Carol.”

Nat catches on instantly, the other two don’t but are accepting of the answer.

“Peter!” you say shoving him almost causing him to fall from his chair, but he holds on to the seat. “You’re a fucking psychopath,” you whisper angrily in his ear, “Are you trying to kill me?” He laughs looking behind you, so you turn around and to your surprise, Captain Marvel is right behind you.  You open your mouth opens but nothing comes out.

Y/n.exe has stopped working.

Reboot?

Rebooting.

Peter gives you a little shaking you a little. “Earth to Y/n,” he whispers in your ear.  Everyone, EVERYONE takes note of this. Some understanding your behavior instantly while others put it down as you just being a “big fan.”

“Hi,” you blush.

“Hi,” Captain Marvel smiles at you.

“I, um, I’m a, I’m Y/n,” you finally stutter out.

“I’m Carol,” she smirks.  You put your hand out for her to shake but instead of returning the handshake, she puts the gift bag she was holding into your hand.  “Peter told me you were a big fan, so I got you something.”

You smile and hit Peter for telling her. “Thank you,” you barely get out as she walks away.

“Hey!” you hear from across the room. “Since everyone’s met Y/n let’s sing happy birthday!” you finally recognize the voice to be Tony’s, “Head to the Dining table!”

You’re still standing there stunned, “Did that just happen?”

“Yes,” Peter says grabbing your arm, “Now let’s get some cake.”

Peter leads you to the Dining Table and then to a cupcake tower full of different types of cupcakes with a lit candle on top reading ‘17’. You take a deep breath to collect yourself.  You look around you and you’re overwhelmed with how much you can feel all of them caring for you even though you just met most of them today.  You wish your parents could see this… no you wish that your parents loved you enough where you wouldn’t even be in New York right now, but they don’t, and you have to live with that.  “Thank you, for all of this,” you say looking mostly at Peter but also at the others.  “Usually, I would spend my birthday with just my parents and this year I thought it would be Peter, May, MJ, Ned, and I.  But I never could’ve predicted to be with any of you much less as your new teammate.  I don’t know what else to do besides saying thank you.”

Next Chapter

Arrived

[moonlit-imagines]

Scott Lang Masterlist

(Updated Immediately)

Gif Imagines

Early V-Day - Scott Lang x reader

Scott and reader celebrate Valentine’s Day early.

Ice Skating - Scott Lang x reader

Scott holds readers hand as they ice skate together.

Jealous Sibling - Scott Lang x reader

Reader gets jealous when their father, Scott, starts spending more time with Cassie.

Mistletoe - Scott Lang x reader

Scott catches reader under the mistletoe.

Headcanons

Hank’s Grandchild - Scott Lang/Hope van Dyne x child!reader

Reader is Hope and Scott’s child, who takes after Hank very noticeably.

Drabbles + Oneshots

Never Tear Us Apart - Scott Lang x reader

Scott gives reader dinner and a drum show while under quarantine. (Never Tear Us Apart - INXS)

Shenanigans - Scott Lang x daughter!reader

Scott and his daughters, reader and Cassie, have a fun day in while he’s under house arrest.

Series

Road Trip (1) (2) - Scott Lang x reader

Reader and Scott meet when working together for Dr. Pym and soon fall in love. Times get hard and when Scott comes back from his long disappearance, the two decide to take action, and a road trip.

[solarwriting]

Gone for a Moment

Paring: Romantic!Peter Parker x Female!Reader, Tony Stark/Pepper Potts x Daughter!Reader

Word Count: +4.9k

Warnings: death, time travel, swearing

Request: N/A

A/N:  I started writing this forever (4 months) ago and a few days ago I tried to finish it and twice my additions failed to save, third time’s the charm. I also don’t like the first half of this.

“Where are you going again?” Y/n asked her phone, which was lying on the counter beside her as she tried to figure out a blueprint of her dad’s.

Peter, on the other end, answered into the mic of his earbuds, “MoMA.”

Y/n was quiet as she tried to decipher her father chicken scratch.

“Y/N,” Peter called through the phone, “Hello?”

“Sorry,” Y/n sighed, “I’m looking at some of my dad’s old blueprints, for his suits. I think I could modify it. You know to make it comfy.”

Peter laughed into his mic, “You just want you own suit, huh?”

Y/n snorted, “Well it’s not like my dad is going to build me one. I have to take matters into my own hands. And I already have a prototype.”

Peter laughed again, “It’s going to look great, also Ned says ‘Hi.’”

“Ah tell him I say ‘hi’ back!” Y/n exclaimed, “And MJ too, if she’s there. Tell that girl I miss her.”

“They heard you.” Peter said, he was interrupted by Y/n phone beeping. Her mother was calling her.

“I got to go, Peter. My mom’s calling.” Y/n explained, the two ending the conversation with quick ‘love you’s.

“Mom?” Y/n asked after answering the call.

Pepper sighed in relief, “Are you home.”

“Yeah, why?” Y/n asked as she walked the length of the kitchen, eyebrows furrowed in thought.

“Okay, I’ll be right there don’t go anywhere!”

“Mom, wait! What’s going on?” Y/n attempted to ask before the phone call was cut short.

“Oh, shit.” Y/n whispered to herself as she shakily made her way to the living room, turning the TV to channel six, since they always seemed to have answers.

“Is New York being invaded? This just i-” The sound of the reporter’s voice was interrupted by the ding of the elevator reaching the floor. The doors opened to reveal Pepper Potts searching the room frantically for her daughter.

When her eyes finally landed on the sixteen year old her face visibly softened and her body relaxed ever so slightly. “Mom, you have got to talk to me here, what the hell is going on?”

Pepper looked at her daughter pointedly, “First of all, language, I really don’t need you swearing like your father. Second of all, aliens because it’s always aliens. I need to get a hold of your dad just, stay here.” She instructed before leaving the room.

Y/n pulled out her phone with before typing a message with shaky hands.

“Please tell me you’re not on that ship.” Y/n heard her mother plead from the kitchen.

“Mom, is it Dad?” Y/n asked as she walked into the kitchen, Pepper nodded solemnly hand the phone to her daughter.

“Dad?” On Tony’s end, even though the static he could hear her fear, “Are you on the ship?”

“Yeah, honey.” He sighed into the phone.

“Dad, please,” Y/n whimpered, “Come back, we need you. I need you, I love you. Dad.”

“I- lo-e y-, too.” A static sentence came out of the phone followed by dead silence.

The phone slipped out of Y/n’s now sweaty hands, clattering to the ground as the teen quickly followed. Pepper was quick to move, catching her daughter and moving her so she sat in her lap, her head lying on her mother’s chest as she rocked her daughter, “He’ll be back. He’ll be back.” Being repeated like a ritual.

Neither of them were sure how long had passed but they eventually got off of the floor and spent their time watching the news and worrying. At some point, Y/n fell asleep because the next the she woke up feeling off.

“Mom?” She asked looking around the living room as she stood up. Her stomach dropped, “Mom! Something’s wrong.”

Pepper rushed into the room, just finishing a phone call, trying to figure out where Tony was, “Honey, what’s wrong.”

Y/n’s eyes filled with tears, “I don’t feel okay, I-I-I-” Y/n stumbled forward into her mother’s arms, “I love you.” Y/n could knew what was happening, “P-please make sure you live. Make sure you and Dad don’t stop enjoying life because of me, okay?” She asked, her lip trembling and tears rushing down her cheeks.

“I promise, baby. I promise.” Pepper’s face mirrored her daughter’s just as Y/n began disintegrating in her arms.  

Weeks had passed, no word. Almost a month had passed, no word. But Tony Stark was alive and not doing very well. He had just finished his recording, saying goodbye to his fiance and daughter when he was a bright light, moving closer to the ship. The light was so bright he was forced to open his eyes, He was unsure of what he was seeing but it was a woman, a glowing woman. And she carried the entire ship back to Earth.

The next thing Tony knew he was stumbling out of the ship, being supported by the blue meanie when Steve Rodgers ran up to aid him. “Couldn’t stop him.”

“Neither could I.”

“Lost the kid.”

“Tony, we lost.

They looked solemn, “Is, uh.” Tony couldn’t find the words but he didn’t need to because soon Pepper Potts rushed towards him and pulls him into a hug.

“Oh my God! Oh my God!”

“Is Y/n? Is she...?” Tony asked trailing after they pulled away from the embrace. Everyone around them was quiet as Pepper slowly shook her head

“She didn’t-”

“No. I did not float through space for a month to come home without a daughter. Take me inside, I need to get her back.”

“Before we do any thing, Tony. We have to help, you. You aren’t well.”

Time passes, Tony was unsure of how long it had been but he woke up lying a bed with a worried Pepper sitting next to him. “Tony,” He looked at her. “S-she told me.” Pepper cleared her throat, trying to hold back tears, “She told me to tell you that she loved us and wanted us, you to live, have a life. She didn’t e=want you to obsess about getting her back, she want you to live.”

No matter the efforts made to hold back the two were both quietly crying together. Pepper sighed, pulling herself together slightly. “I found her, uh, her phone. Look at the last message she sent, to Peter.”

Outgoing: Peter, I’m not sure what’s going on but it seems bad and I hope you’re safe and I really want you to know that I love you, so much Delivered; 23 days ago

“She really loved that kid.”

“Yeah.”

                                           FIVE YEARS LATER

The Starks respected their daughter’s dying wish by living. Life slipped through her fingers and she didn’t want that to happen to her parents. Pepper and Tony settled down, got married (and officially becoming the Starks) They had a kid, even; another daughter, Morgan Stark.

All was well and they were pretty lucky, considering but Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rodgers, and Scott Lang, Ant-Man. Ant-Man and his batshit plan of time travel to get the stones back so they can snap everyone back.

“Tony... We have to take a stand.” Natasha sighed, becoming fed up with the walls Tony was putting up.

“We did stand. And yet, here we are.”

“I know you got a lot on the line. You got a wife, a daughter. But I lost someone very important to me. A lot of people did. And now, now we have a chance to bring her back. Bring everyone back. And you're telling me that won't even...” Scott tried,

“That's right, Scott, I won't even. I got a kid and I’d like to respect the wishes of the one I lost by not dwelling.”

Morgan suddenly bursts out of the door and runs to her father, who picked her up immediately, “Mommy told me to come and save you.”

“Good job, I’m saved.”

That night, just as Tony was finishing up the dishes and continuing his dwelling when he found an old photo frame tucked behind some coffee cups on a shelf above the sink. In the frame was a photo of him and Peter with Peter’s Stark Internship certificate. Tucked into the frame was a small, aged photo of Peter and Y/n. Peter was looking sheepish as Y/n was happily pressing a kiss to his reddened cheek.

Tony smiled at the photo, they sure were cute. He realized, quite suddenly what he needed to do and why. He placed the frame with the smaller photo tucked into corner on the windowsill, for a better view and began his work.

He wouldn’t have been bothered if it hadn’t worked but when his computer told him the model rendered successfully he was in shock and he stumbled backwards, falling into a chair. “Shit!”

“Shit?”

“Done with your Juice Pop? Yeah, I think you are.” Tony said taking the popsicle stick from Morgan and wiping her face. “Time to sleep.”

“Wait, tell me a story, about Y/n.”

Tony sighed, thinking of a story to tell, “Well, this one time she convinced me and a bunch of other people to pretend to forget your mommy’s birthday one year all so we could surprise her with a big party. She was so mad, she came into the room ready to yell at all of us for not remembering but she instead got this huge party.”

Morgan giggled, “That’s funny.”

“Yes, very funny, now go to sleep. Love you lots.” Tony said standing up and walking to the door.

“I love you 3,000.” Morgan said.

“Wow, 3,000. That’s crazy. Go to bed or I’ll sell all of your toys.”

“I love you 3,000, too, big sister.”

                                                       -

Time travel, that was their plan. They were going to use Pym particles and travel through time, something Scott tried to explain. The only thing left to do was locate the stone, when they were and where to retrieve them.

Soon everyone found themselves in the past. Tony, Scott, Bruce and Steve in 2012 , New York to retrieve three of the stones, the Mind, Time and Space Stones. Bruce left to fine Dr. Stephen Strange to get the Time Stone. The remaining three moved, setting their plan into motion, Tony hid with a shrunken Scott on his shoulder. Steve was in position, waiting for his cue.

Tony had just finished insulting 2012 Steve’s ass and Scott quickly came to his defense, “I think you look great, Cap. As far as I'm concerned, that's America's ass.” Scott saluted.

The past Avengers were handing over the weapons to a Hydra team disguised at the time as SHIELD. Scott was confused at how the at how the past Avengers could have been tricked by these obviously bad guys.

Just as 2012 Thor covered 2012 Loki’s mouth to shut him up, Tony saw the Tesseract, “All right, you’re up, little buddy. There’s our stone.”

Scott crouched ready to fly, “Alright, flick me.” Tony flicked him, causing Scott to soar across the room where he landed on 2012 Tony.

Everyone was in position, Tony informed Steve the scepter was on the elevator. Steve went on the elevator, tricking the men into believing he was a part of Hydra and taking the case that held the scepter and the Mind Stone. On his way out, Steve was found face to face with his past self, who was under the impression he was Loki trying to steal back the scepter.

As Steve fought his past self, Tony was on the ground floor waiting for the Avengers to make their exit with the Tesseract. Scott soon found himself inside of 2012 Tony’s Arc Reactor second guessing the idea of giving him mild cardiac dysrhythmia.

“Window’s closing. Pull my pin!” Tony exclaimed over the radio, a moment later 2012 Tony collapsed to the ground, dropping the case with the Tesseract in it. Scott jumps on the case pushing it past Loki and to Tony. Tony picked up the case walking towards the stairwell but was stopped short when a very angry Hulk burst through the door and pushed him down, causing the case to fall open and the Tesseract to land at Loki’s feet.

Loki grabbed the cube and disappeared and Thor used Mjolnir as a defibrillator on Tony, letting out a sigh of relief when he didn’t die. Tony sighed, “Oh. we blew it.”

The three men stood outside arguing about what they were going to do next. They continued to argue about how doomed they when Tony interrupted them, “I got.” Before he continued a young girl, no older than ten, ran up to the trio.

“Dad?” She asked looking at Tony with confusion, she looked at Steve, “Uncle Steve? What are you guys doing? And who’s that?” She pointed at a very confused Scott, who looked at her than at Steve and then at Tony.

“The better question is what are you doing out here, little miss?” The girl looked at her feet embarrassed.

“Well, I wanted to help people. Some got stuck trying to run away.” She explained. This was when everyone really noticed her appearance, she had dirt smudged on her face and clothes and she looked a little tired.

She looked at Tony for a moment before hugging him, he was shocked for a moment before he moved his arms around her. He closed his eyes solemnly, this had to work. Steve glanced at Tony with solemn eyes before glancing to the ground and closing his own eyes. Steve’s eyes soon shot open when he suddenly felt something wrap around him, it was Tony’s daughter, she was hugging him. He wrapped his arms around her as well.

“Bye Dad, bye Uncle Steve. Good job at not dying!” She exclaimed as she rushed away. Steve and Tony exchange a look before looking at a wildly confused Scott.

“Who was that?” He asked pointing in the direction the girl ran off.

Tony sighed, “Not important, now we’re going to get the Tesseract and you’re going back to out present, pissant.”

The pair were in 1970 and they were looking for where the Tesseract could be. Steve sighed, “Tony…”

“Don’t. Let’s just get what we need ang get out of here, okay? Now, imagine you're SHIELD, running a quasi-fascistic intelligence organization. Where do you hide it?”

Steve motioned to a building a few feet away, “In plain sight.”

 -

Y/n remembered being with her mother, becoming dust and then blackness. Now she was back, in the tower, or what was the tower. She looked around, sighing. She was about to leave when she saw a small sparkle of yellow. That yellow spark grew and soon formed a circle that lead to a battlefield, she almost didn’t jump through it but when she saw the unmistakable red of her father she jumped into the portal.

She pulled the suit prototype out of her pocket, she placed the piece on her chest and two on her wrists, the suit unraveled and became form fitting in an instant. The suit was gold and had a few red accents, it was similar to her father’s in many ways.

She flew toward the familiar red of her father. She found him next Peter, they just separated from a hug. Y/n flew down and grabbed her dad in a hug, he was taken aback but when he saw her familiar hair, he squeezed her tightly. Soon he pulled away, her pressed a kiss to her forehead, “I missed you, kid. But right now I got to go.”

Tony flew away to aide in fighting Thanos’ army. Y/n turned around and faced Peter, without missing a beat the two rushed together and connected their lips in a searing kiss. They weren’t sure how long it had been but they knew it felt like forever. They pulled apart, breathless and lips puffy. They rested their foreheads together, “I love you.”

“I love you, too. Now let’s go help.” Y/n said, capturing Peter’s lips one more before flying away to help where she could.

It was a blur, she wasn’t sure how much time had passed but one minute she was helping a talking racoon take down a couple of Thanos’ soldiers and the next she was kneeled in front of her dying father.

Her vision was blurred as she looked at his face, “Come on, you have to get up. Dad, please. I need you.” Y/n’s body shook with sobs, “Don’t go, please. Please.”

Tony groaned, “Y/n, I need you,” He coughed, “Take care of Morgan. Take care of your sister.” Y/n cried harder as she was pulled away by Steve, who held her as she cried. Pepper kneeled in front of Tony, reassuring him that his girls would be okay.

                                                      -

It turned out Morgan really liked having an older sister and was instantly attached to Y/n at the hip. It was the day of the funeral, Morgan sat on Y/n’s lap on the couch as they watched a hologram of their father, “So I thought I'd probably better record a little greeting... In the case of an untimely death on my part. I mean, not that, death at any time isn't untimely. This time travel thing that we're gonna try and pull off tomorrow, it's– it's got me scratching my head about the survivability of it all. That's the thing. Then again, that's the hero gig. Part of the journey is the end.” He gets up and walks towards Y/n and Morgan. “What am I even trippin' for? Everything's gonna work out exactly the way it's supposed to.” He leans down and smiles, looking at Morgan then up at Y/n, “I love you 3,000, both of you.” The hologram ends.

[cloverhasnobrain]

Bumblebees

A Hank Pym x reader oneshot. Gender neutral, can be read as platonic or romantic.

Trigger warnings: ... none? Bees? My rusty writing, I've been on a slump for more than a year, but Hank is like, my favourite character and literally so underrated, he deserves so much more content. And wholesome content ffs let's stop torturing my boy. Do warn me if you find anything noteworthy though. Kisses, L.

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Dr. Pym, just as his favored study subjects, could be a hard man to find for the untrained eye. Granted, he was somewhat clumsy and tended to talk to himself or the insects, which made it easier, but he was also a recluse with the tendency to be the height of a finger at times, which helped with disappearing.

It took some getting used to, but he had so many other eccentricities that in the end, it didn't matter— the difference was that, upon entering his laboratories, one had to watch their step not to squash a certain scientist under their foot.

So Henry Pym was weird, but working for him still felt like a privilege; he was one of the greatest minds of his age and arguably history, a renowned brainiac and superhero, his name looked amazing on a curriculum, and he was a surprisingly good boss, if you got past the paranoia. And the odd fits. And the temper.

You supposed you had it easier though: after Scott became the Ant-Man, Pym needed a new assistant and you needed a job. After having been staff for the Fantastic Four for a year, you seemed like a pretty reliable option; you didn't steal any tech, blow up the Baxter Building, succumb to Doctor Doom or turn to the Dark Side of the Force, and having survived Reed Richards' pompous ass, maybe you could tolerate Hank's... so that was how you'd found yourself working for the Doc, about eight months ago, which was enough time to get a bit of a grip on how his behaviour and thought progress worked.

And to know to access the tracker of his gear, in case he disappeared.

So that was the case when you got in for another day that was meant to be tranquil, cleaned the lab floor, polished the skeleton of a new regulator he'd been working on, washed beakers and test tubes, monitored the temperature on a long-brewing reaction he'd been working on, rolled your eyes fondly at the message on a post-it:

Hello, feed the ants for me please.

— Hank

And you fed the little critters without much trouble, wondering where the hell that nerd had gone— usually, he at least warned you before disappearing. If only so you didn't order food for him needlessly.

You let a breath through your nose; checking his location wouldn't hurt, maybe he could use some help. With that thought in mind, you proceeded to check the tracker he'd installed on his utility belt, blinking at the location the damn thing gave: the very edges of New York? That was weird.

Maybe spending so much time with Pym was rubbing off on you, because soon you found yourself with a backpack full of essentials on top of your rover, putting on a helmet to start through the air in the direction of wherever your crazy boss was stirring up trouble.

When the tracker gave a close enough location, it was on the roadside by the edge of some woods. What the hell was Hank doing, and where?

"Pym!", you called out, shoving your hands in your pockets and threading carefully through the soft grass, between the treeline to find a flowery clearing.

"Doctor Pym! Hank?" You startled when suddenly the world grew so much bigger and you fell amongst the grass leafs with a quiet yelp.

"Hey there," the familiar scientist grinned when you got over the whiplash, offering a hand to pull you to your feet. "Shush now, you'll startle her," he whispered when you scowled and opened your mouth to give him a few choice words for shrinking you like this, causing your forehead to crease again. Who could "she" be now?

The answer was a giant-ass bee.

"What the-" you stumbled back a bit, but the bee just looked at you lazily and fluttered its wings. Yeah, real scared, it seemed. "Pym, what are you doing?", you demanded, placing your hands on your hips.

"This is a rusty-patched bumblebee," he explained softly, looking at the buzzing insect with something akin to wonder. "They're a rare, endangered species, and now in early spring, it was reported to that entomologists society we've been publishing to that one of those little buzzers was sighted here; I had to investigate."

You looked between the blonde man and the bee in front of you, torn between feeling fond and exasperated. Of course, that was what Hank would do on his free day.

"What?", he made a face, "it really IS a rusty-patched, which is amazing because I'd never found a living one in this area. Maybe they've been moving... either way, I found the nest and now I've just been checking on and documenting each individual. They're so special, you see, they do 'buzz pollinating': in which a bee vibrates its flight muscles while clasping a flower, dislodging pollen that is difficult to access. Because of that, they're essential to wildflowers, cranberries, blueberries, and even important plantations like apples, plums, alfalfa, and they're also vital to tomatoes, seeing as they're one of the few insects that can pollinate it."

"Yeah, I have to admit, that's pretty cool."

"You wanna touch'er?"

You blinked.

"Touch her?"

"Yeah, she's so fuzzy, you wanna touch her?"

You pondered. Touching the bee felt a bit like a stupid decision, but it DID look so fuzzy...

"... yeah."

He grabbed your wrist with a bony hand, guiding it to gently pet the fuzzy thorax. You could feel the furry chest expand and fall with each breath of the bee, the muscles moving when it fluttered its wings, and though you had been fully expecting a sting, it was docile, piercing a little hole of a flower, into which it stuck its tongue to drain the precious nectar while you stroked its soft hairs and gave it little scritches between the antennae, cooing when it buzzed.

"You can try it as well, this one is edible to us," Hank murmured, copping a drop when the bumblebee finished its draining— in this size, your hands were so small you could actually hold drops of liquid due to their surface tension, like dew on a leaf, and slurping up the sweet liquid. You laughed at the sight, prompting a chuckle from him as well, and mimicked the movement.

The greedy little bee had drained almost all the nectar, but there was some you could salvage, to gingerly try and give Hank a pleasantly surprised look.

"Jeez, I get why these guys like this so much!"

The entomologist laughed at your reaction, nodding in agreement.

"Rusty-patched bumblebees are seasonal unsects. That means that the queen bee emerges from her burrow when her hibernation stops at early spring, to make her nest and lay eggs that quickly hatch into new bees. They live during summer and the entire nest dies at fall, when only the new queens survive and burrow themselves. Since it's springtime, this guy's colony still has a good while, so hopefully I can accompany their progress and try to ensure that they succeed as well, considering this species' endangered status," he continued, proceeding on a long ramble regarding bumble bees; you didn't mind. You liked it, watching him so excitedly explain such mundane things. It never failed to bring a smile to your face, when he finally forgot all the grandiose to focus on the little things that just made him happy, and that mattered more than most could guess. Like bumble bees.

Springtime was nice, because it meant cool bugs, trying new things, and helping endangered bee species on a sunny afternoon, when you worked at Pym Labs.

Fin.

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Writer's note: Thank you for reading this little oneshot, it's the first I've written in a long while and hopefully I can do more. If you want any more, have ideas or something, feel free to leave a request in the comments or asks, and I will try to provide! I'll more than eagerly write for the Les Mis fandom, Mouthwashing, Marvel— especially Hawkeye, Black Widow, Captain America, Iron Man, Hulk(s), Bruce Banner, the Gamma System as a whole, Ant-Man, Hank Pym, Spider-Man and the Wasp, as those are the ones I know best, but I'm always willing to learn more and try new characters! Yes I do prompts, yes I do hcs, fluff, smut, angst, crackfics and honestly down for whatever as long as the vibe is good. Cya,

-L.

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Crossroads

Answer to Lexi’s 1k @the-omni-princess Challenge! Congrats!

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader; some Steve x Peggy; very Steve-centric

Warnings: ANGST and loads of it! 

Author’s note: This is my AU of Steve’s final Pym jump from End Game

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The silence reminded him of the nights during the War. After the raging battle, even the animals and bugs refused to reveal their whereabouts. Although tonight he wondered if even the forest mourned Tony Stark. Steve Rogers sat alone in the middle of a glade not too far from the cabin Tony had called home. He tried to sleep, attempted to rid himself of the bone-weary exhaustion, but his mind would not shut down.

He knew everyone assumed his withdrawal, his moodiness and pain, stemmed from the battle and loss. A part of him felt immense guilt that they should be right, but they weren’t. After all these years of war on various scales, he felt the pain of loss differently. It just was a fact of life.

What spun his mind into a maelstrom of conflicted thoughts, tore his gut up with guilt, was something completely personal. Every option his highly strategical brain considered ended in pain and suffering for people he loved. Every option terrified him.  

He’d seen Peggy.  

It’d only been a moment, but seeing her young and vibrant sent his world spiraling. She wasn’t ravaged by age and Alzheimer's. As strong and lovely as the picture he carried with him, but in the flesh. Every missed opportunity and regret hit him all at once. It pulled at his heart, making him want to hold her like the awful pain of the years never happened.  

The threat of Thanos did allow him to think about it. So, it just took up residence in mind.  

Then there was the battle.  

Those once lost were back. Sam in his ear. Bucky fought his way to his side.  

He’d seen you.  

Among the chaos, with your beautiful face set in grime determination, he caught a glimpse of you battling your way through the aliens. Fierce and powerful, you looked exactly the way you had the day he’d lost you in Wakanda. All the nights of passion, the solace and trust found in one another, lit his chest. Seeing you made him fight harder, renewed his strength.  

The war was won. Friends were lost. Bodies were battered. Steve found himself holding you, but unable to do much more. Those who were lost tried to fathom being gone for so many years, to comprehend the changes to the world. You clung to him and wept. He’d missed you. He felt such relief having you in his arms. 

Guilt ate him alive.  

“You look like you’re planning all kinds of stupid.” Bucky’s voice came out of nowhere, making Steve jump.

“I’m just thinking.” Steve sighed.  

“Like I said, stupid.” Bucky sat down on the log next to him so close their thighs touched.  

Steve laughed without any humor. He felt tears push against the back of his eyes. Bucky’s arm wrapped around his shoulder. His head fell forward into his hands. He was exhausted.

“Rhodes filled me in on a few things.” Bucky squeezed his buddy’s shoulder. “Sounds rough, particularly for you and Natasha.”

“God. Nat.” Steve choked. He looked up at the stars, sniffing back reluctant tears. “I am so tired, Buck. I don’t have any fight left me. None.”

Something inside Bucky crumbled. He knew Steve meant it. That kid who got up time and time again after getting his ass beat, ready to go again because it was the right thing to do finally couldn’t. He just nodded, squeezing his friend tighter, not trusting his own voice.  

“Part of me just wants to go back to a simpler time, make different choices.” Steve whispered, hating himself a little for saying it. “Not take on the fight, not take on the pain, and just live a simple life.”

“Yeah,” Bucky cleared his tight throat. “Although even when we were kids, things weren’t so simple.”

A long silence stretched before Steve moved away a little. “Not talking about when we were kids. I mean actually going back.”

Bucky froze. No.  

Steve glanced at his friend, the hurt look staring back doubled the guilt eating away at his gut. “I saw her, Buck. Peggy.” He returned his focus to the stars. “I never stopped loving her.”

Torn between wanting to hit him and wanting to shake him, Bucky stood up. He paced, stopped, and paced some more. Steve stared at his hands in silence. Finally, Bucky stopped in front of him. His words were tight, ground out through clenched teeth. “Never mind me, or Sam, or anyone else on the team... what about Y/N? You don’t love her anymore?”

“Of course, I love her.” Steve’s face crumbled.  

“So you’re just going to abandon her?” Bucky snapped.

“She’s strong, a fighter...”

Buck cut him off. “Yeah and Carter was always such a pushover.”

Steve pushed his hands through his hair. His voice broke, cracked with pain and exhaustion. “I can’t do it anymore. Bucky, please. I can’t fight anymore battles. I don’t have it in me. I’ve given up my whole life for everyone else. Always. I just...” A sob ripped free, and he stuffed his fist in his mouth.  

“Pal,” Bucky put his hand on Steve’s head. “If anyone deserves to have a happy ending, it’s you.” Tears of his own slipped down his face. “You know I have your back, no matter what. If never seeing you again means that you’ll be able to have a happy life, then there’s no way I would hold you back. I’d hate it, but it would be worth it if I knew you were happy.”

“Buck.” Steve sniffed. “I don’t mean to...”

“Just be sure before you tell Y/N. I mean be absolutely positive.” Bucky’s face went hard. “Don’t break her heart and then change your mind. I swear I will break your neck.”

“What if I don’t know?” Steve whispered.  

“Then don’t say anything to anyone.” Bucky sighed. “If you don’t come back, then I’ll explain it.”

“I can’t ask you to do that.”

“You’re not. I’m telling you, that’s how it should go.”

“Buck,” Steve stood. They embraced, hugging tight. “Love you, punk.”

“You too, jerk.” Bucky squeezed him hard, praying to whatever powers that be that he would not have to tell everyone who loved Steve too that he would never be coming home.  

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“Don’t do anything stupid ‘til I get back” Steve tried to smile. ‘I still don’t know. Don’t say anything.’

“How can I? You’re taking all the stupid with you.” Bucky forced a smile, too. ‘Be sure, whatever you do.’

Steve stepped up on the platform. The first jump would take him to Asgard. 

Thor gave him very specific instructions on how to return the Aether. Steve chuckled when Thor told him to put the hammer down anywhere, but on a window sill would be best... less damage to the building when he called it.  

He arrived in a cavernous hall, surrounded by stone and gold. Unfamiliar scents filled the air, pleasant and rich, but he could not place them. Steve heard footsteps and ducked behind a corner. The person stopped close. He waited, silent.

“You must be a very close friend of my son’s.” A woman spoke. “Come out. I won’t raise the alarm.”

Steve cautiously stepped into the open. She was regal in every sense of the word. “Why not?”

“You are able to wield Mjolnir. It’s no small feat.” She smiled gently. “He was here earlier. The future is not going to be kind to Thor.”

He swallowed, taking a deep breath. Thor confessed to him privately he’d seen Frigga. Now seeing her for himself, Steve understood why. He didn’t even know her and he wanted to tell her everything even if he knew he couldn’t. She just radiated a calm, a peace he wanted to drown in.  

“It’s not kind to any of us.” Steve sighed. “I have to return this to Dr. Foster. I don’t want to, but I can’t risk not doing it.”

“Alright.” She smiled sadly. “Let me see what I can do to help. Follow me.”

He did, without question.  

“I don’t want to know what is going to happen, what has happened to you. It has something to do with the Infinity Stones, though doesn’t it?” Frigga glanced sideways at Steve. His jaw clenched. She slipped her hand into his elbow and grinned when his arm instinctively came up to properly escort her. “Did my son tell you anything of my power, my upbringing?”

“Thor say you’re the kindest and wisest person he’s ever known.” Steve answered. “You taught Loki much of his magic and that you see things, the truth of things.”

“That’s one way of putting it. I can follow of the strings of destiny.” She patted his bicep. “I can tell that you, like my son, stand at a crossroads. Perhaps the most important one of your life, because this one is a decision all your own. I don’t know what, but I know it’s deeply personal and profoundly painful.”

Steve stopped, staring wide eyed into her calm face.

“I find when I cannot unravel the answer, I lean on wise counsel.” Frigga led him on. “I may not be the best counsel for you. There is an Ancient One more familiar with your ways that is close to where you call home. Before you do anything else, I would seek out her.”

Steve’s mind jumped to the encounter Banner told him about with the woman who gave him the Time Stone. “Do you know her?”

“No, not personally.” Frigga smiled. “But she protects not just Midgard but all of Yggdrasil. Those of us with the ability definitely know of her.”  

They stopped before a large door ornately carved. “Give me a few moments, then come in.”

Steve waited, listening intently. Nothing but the distant sounds of the city reached his ears. Finally he pushed open the door, peering inside. Frigga stood over the sleeping form of Jane. She waved him over assuring him that the little mortal would not feel a thing, nor would she remember. He felt a little sick when he injected the Aether back into Foster.  

He stood back, staring into Frigga’s kind eyes before deciding to change his plans. Reprogramming the controls for the jump to take him to New York instead of Morag. Extending a hand, Steve took her small hand in his. “Thank you, for everything.”

“When you see my son, tell him to take care of himself.” She pulled him close and kissed his cheek. “Take care of yourself, too.”

Steve nodded, unsure how he would do it, but willing to try.  He stepped back and pressed the button.  

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The jump dropped him on the roof of a building. He looked around, seeing the Chitauri battle not far away. His stomach dropped, the memories of the losses still keen. Another day when everything changed. A battle won, but the world’s innocence died. Aliens were real, and they were as bad as people ever imagined.

“It seems as if Dr. Banner was true to his word.” A calm voice spoke.

“I’ve come to return the stone to you.” Steve turned to see a small, bald woman in eastern clothing. Although nothing like the Norse Goddess, she radiated a similar calm...a powerful presence, like a monolith unmoving among the storm.  

With a wave of her hands, the green stone rose from its container and return to its home in the Eye hanging around her neck.  

“Captain,” She stared at him in a manner that left him feel exposed. “Walk with me.”

She turned, entering the building. Steve followed. Inside the temperature dropped, not uncomfortably. The dim light reflected off the well-polished wood. Cases held artifacts and books lined the shelves.  The air smelled spicy, like raw incense.

“Time is an interesting thing. It is complex.” She spoke melodically as she wove through the glass cases. “It is linear, yet not. It is set, yet holds immeasurable permutations. What is not complex is our journey through it. With every moment, every experience, we change. We incorporate all that we learn as time passes, yet if we move through time we do not unlearn what we know.”

Steve felt his brow pull together. “I suppose we are all molded by our experiences.”

She paused at an hourglass, looking at sands drop a few at a time. “I think you are looking to unlearn what time has taught you. I’m afraid you cannot dial back who you are as easily as rolling back the hands of a clock. Somethings are too powerful to unmake, some threads of who we are cannot be broken.”

“Why are you telling me this?” Steve frowned. He just wanted to rest, to have his turn to be happy.

“You are tired, Captain.” She stepped closer, arms folded behind her back. For all of the intensity, she looked upon him kindly. “We often cannot see clearly through weary eyes.”  

His eyes closed, feeling the burn of frustrated tears again. Steve ground his teeth together. “I am.” He sighed. “And I have a lot more to do before my mission is complete.”

“I would offer you safe place to rest, but I don’t think you will accept.” The edge of her mouth tipped up with a hint of a smile.

“No.” Steve took a deep breath. “I have a long way to go.”

“Very well,” she led him to a large round window where they could see the battle raging in the distance. Turning, she placed a hand on his chest over his heart. “You are a good man, Steve. Through trials and strife, you have remained true to yourself. What’s more, you have evolved. You’ve grown.” A calm smile spread across her face. “Like so many things in the universe, the more you grow, the more you realize how small you are. The more you know, the more you realize you have yet to learn. It can be burdensome, exhausting. But it can also be an exhilarating adventure if we can see it through fresh eyes.”  

Steve knew he should be contemplating her words more deeply. He knew he should heed Frigga’s words and seek this woman’s counsel. However, it just caused the pain in his head to increase. He didn’t want to consider the cryptic meaning behind this woman’s words. He wanted to fold Peggy in his arms, in a simpler place, in a simpler time, and just sleep for days.

The strange woman stared at him, making him feel like she could see straight through him to question his inner most desire without ever saying a word. A defensive urge surged, but he fought it back. Strange called her the Ancient One. Frigga said she defended the world on this plain and others. Getting defensive over her stare, especially when he carried so much doubt was foolish. 

That small smile touched her lips again. “Be well, Steve. May your path eventually lead you to happiness.”

Steve stared out the window at the battle once more, another memory rising to the surface. Out there, among the populace running for their lives, you were helping Clint after he crashed through a window. You helped him evacuate the building and fight off invaders. It was the turning point that brought you into his life. It was the day you decided to give up your job at the FBI to join the Avengers Initiative.  

Guilt twisted his insides, and he choked out “thanks” before turning to leave. He had to return the scepter to Stark Tower. He stopped when she called out his name once more.  

“At least allow me to help you get to your next destination safely." She held out one hand and formed a circle with the other. A portal opened.  

He could see the corner of the elevator banks in the lobby of Stark Tower. Steve’s mouth opened slightly. Did this woman really know what he was thinking? It was exactly where he wanted to intercept the Hydra Agents. “Thank...thank you.”

She gave him a nod, and he stepped through.

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Returning the Power Stone turned out to be thankfully uneventful. Steve hoped, as he climbed the mountainside on the Vormir, that the Soul Stone would be equally quiet. He did not see anyone. All of the intelligence proved out, no cities or even life forms to be seen.  

“I never thought I would see you again.”  

Steve brought his shield up, shooting with the other hand. The black clad figure only looked down at himself, unmoved as if the bullets passed straight through. Johann Schmidt laughed, red skulled face cracking in a grotesque mirth.  

“Captain.” He held out both hands. “You cannot kill me. I’m already in purgatory.” 

“What?” Steve didn’t relax his stance.  

“I made the mistake of trying to control a Stone and have been paying the price.” 

“You’re...” Steve swallowed past the vice grip around his throat. Clint’s words echoing in his mind about the red floating guy who made them choose. “You were here when Natasha sacrificed herself for the Soul Stone.”

“Yes. A soul for a soul.”

“I’ve brought it back.” Steve strode forward, fury growing with each step. “I want her back.”  

“Ah. Interesting.” Schmidt’s red face tilted sideways, studying him. “Her soul would have worked for you as well.”

“A soul for a soul. That’s what you said.” Steve growled. “I want her back.”

“Yes, because you are tied to her, returning the stone will release her.”  

Steve gasped.

“Though not the way you wish, I think.”

Cap tried to grab him but got a fist full of black mist. “What do you mean?”

“If you return the stone, her soul will return to your life somehow, though not in the form you knew.”

“Like, what? Reincarnation?” Steve frowned.  

“No. Yes.” Schmidt shrugged. “The souls that weave together over time touch and change over lifetimes. If you return the stone, her soul will be free to join the tapestry again.”

“How?”  

“Throw it into the abyss.” The black spectral hand pointed to the edge.

Steve approached the edge, acutely aware this was the last place Natasha was alive. His breath grew shallow. The pain of her loss stabbed his chest. He never properly mourned Nat, his sister in every way but blood. He trusted her, loved her, would never be the same without her.

Finding himself looking down into a deep chasm, the bottom obscured by black fog, Steve threw the stone. He gave a silent prayer that she would be free, would touch his life again. As the stone disappeared, a golden orange shaft of light shot skyward. Brilliant, like the burning of the setting sun over the desert. The light spread radiating heat. Then vanished.  

Steve looked down to see a solid stone floor far below in the chasm. He stepped back from the edge with a sharp intake of breath. Then it hit him. Faint, but undeniable, Steve could smell her. He closed his eyes and breathed deep. Natasha. Another breath and it was gone.

He turned around, remembering Schmidt, but didn’t see him anywhere. Perhaps it was true. Perhaps Nat’s soul was free and that somehow, someway, it would touch his again. The thought brought a little bit of warmth back.

There was only one stone left to return. Steve set the controls for New Jersey 1970.

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Returning the Tesseract was simple now that Steve knew his way around the secure sections of the Army base. He made his way through the halls towards Peggy’s office, nerves moving him forward, but having no idea what he would say. The lights inside the office were office, creating both a surge of anxiety and relief.  

Making certain no one noticed, he slipped inside. In the dim light he saw the photo of himself on the desk. Not after the procedure, but from when they’d first met. It warmed his heart that this was the version of himself she chose to remember.  

He set it back down and looked around... and froze.

He did not notice the far wall last time. It was full of framed photographs and certificates. A large photo of Peggy and her family held a place of honor in the center. Her husband was a kind looking man, her children were beautiful. They looked to be young teens in the photo.  

Another photo showed her and her daughter when she was a baby. Another of her son in his little league gear. Peggy and her husband stood beside Howard Stark and John F. Kennedy in one picture. 

Certificate and diplomas memorializing Peggy’s hard work and advancement were presented side by side with her family. She showed everyone she could fight the good fight and what she was fighting for...all on one wall of photographs. 

All the memories Peggy told him about. 

Steve found himself sliding to the floor, back against a file cabinet and hand squeezed tightly over his mouth. He wanted to scream. All her hard work, everything Peggy did for the world, and he hadn’t even considered it. She wouldn’t give up. If he showed up in 1945, she wouldn’t understand wanting to hide from the world. Even if she agreed, she would never do any of these things. 

His eyes locked closed as he fought back a sob. It was all a foolish dream. There was no going back. The Ancient One spoke the truth. He may be able to go back in time, but he can’t undo what time did to him. He was not the naive soldier Peggy knew. Steve choked. He felt battered, and bitter, far too cynical to even pretend to be that man again.  

Still, every fiber in his being screamed to hold her. The tears she shed every time he visited her in the nursing home killed him a little bit. He wanted his dance.  

Turning to the filing cabinet at his back, Steve quietly dug through the files until he found what he needed. An old address and an old date.  

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Steve reached the house just as the sun went down. The curtains were open and he could see Peggy moving back and forth from the living room to the kitchen. His palms were sweating.  A brand new 1947 Buick drove by as he crossed the street to the front steps. His heart pounded so hard he could hear it in his ears as he knocked on the door.

Peggy answered with a smile, but her eyes went huge and filled with tears. Her hand covered her mouth.  

“Hey, Doll.” Steve reached out, taking her by the elbow and stepping inside. “It’s okay.”

“St-Steve.” Peggy breathed. He nodded. Her hand came out and touched his chest, his face. Tears fell. She stepped forward and he wrapped his arms around her.  

Steve sighed, holding her closed, breathing her in. Some deep empty gash began to stitch closed. They stood there for a long time before Peggy’s curiosity grew. “How?”

“We need to talk.” Steve’s fingers traced over her back. “Can I – Can I just hold you for a minute more?”

She nodded against his chest.  

“I’m going to tell you something that’s pretty hard to believe.” Steve buried his face in her hair. “And I’m going to ask you to never tell anyone about it. Ever.”

“Steve,” She gave a tearful chuckle. “You’re back from the dead. You’ve got hard to believe covered.”

He pulled back, cupping her face in one large hand. Steve’s mouth covered hers, soft and sweet. Tentative, Peggy kissed him slowly. He found himself instantly conflicted. Relishing in the simple kiss, one he only dreamed of having, he simultaneously missed the ravenous intensity of the kisses he shared with you.  

“How? Steve? What happened?” Peggy pushed back.  

“Best we sit down.” Steve led her to the sofa. He took her hands in his.  

Steve didn’t know where to start. He’d thought about it, considered all the best options, but there still did not seem like any good options. He turned to face Peggy more directly. His brows drew together.  

“What happened after the crash?” Peggy asked.

“I was frozen... for about 70 years.” Steve stared at their joined hands.  

“What?” She breathed.

“I’m - I’ve come back from, well, a long time from now.” Steve looked into her wide eyes. “I can’t explain how. I shouldn’t even be here. I just had to...” He bit back his words, fighting to control himself.  

Peggy let out a slow breath. “That means... oh Steve. It would be a completely different world. Everyone you know. I’m so sorry.”

“No,” He shook his head. “I, um, found friends...people that became like family. But everything is so...” Steve’s face pinched, tears threatening to fall. He whispered. “I just really missed... I wanted to have that dance.”

Her hand ghosted over his face and he opened his eyes. “What happened? I’ve never seen you look so...”

Tears fell as he finished for her. “Tired. I’m tired, Peggy. I’ve fought, and fought, and I don’t think I can do it anymore. I’ve seen things, battled things, that make the Nazis look like pussycats. There’s no more clear right and wrong. There’s no more good answers.”

“Stevie.” Tears fell down her cheeks matching his. Her fingers stroked through his hair. “I’m so sorry. But if you have this ability, this technology, then can you keep these things from happening?” She watched him shake his head. “Too easy, huh? What about your friends?”

“Lost some of the best. Nat, Tony.” Steve’s face crumpled. “Tony is, was, Howard’s son.”

Peggy’s hand covered her mouth as Steve went on.

“He was brilliant, Peggy. Smarter than Howard ever imagined. He sacrificed everything. Now his little girl...”

“She has you, right?”

Shame flushed fresh over Steve. He’d never even consider Morgan. “Yeah, she has a lot of us. Every one of the Avengers will look out for her.”

“Avengers?”

“Um,” Steve frowned. “We’re a collection of highly skilled, gifted, agents of a sort. We fight the bad guys.”

“And there’s a lot of Avengers.” Peggy asked, still smoothing his hair.

“More that I would have thought possible when we first started.” Steve nodded.

Peggy held his face in her hands. “You are always the one to lay on the wire, to lead the charge. Steve, maybe you need to let your friends fight some battles, too.”

“They do...”

“Steve. Maybe you can let them fight a few without you.” Peggy’s worried expression finally registered in his tired mind. “You don’t always have to be the one leading the charge.”

He closed his eyes, resting his forehead against hers. “Always so smart. You’re going to do amazing things.”

“Don’t tell me.” Peggy placed a finger over his lips. “I want to be surprised.” He sighed. “We’re not going to meet again, are we?”

“You said you want to be surprised.” Steve whispered. His lips trailed over hers again. She pulled back before the kiss could deepen. “Never stopped lovin’ you, though.” He confessed.

“Me too.” Peggy cried. She sniffed. “I should let you know, though, there’s a very good man who wants to marry me.”

Steve sat up a little straighter, wiping his face before give her a smile. “You love him?”

“Yeah,” She wiped her own tears. “Although, I’m making him wait. There’s things I want to do first.”

He laughed. “That’s my girl.”

She laughed as well, taking his hand again. “Even though you’re out there somewhere, and I’m not going to have you in my life,” Peggy swallowed hard, “I’m so happy you’re still alive and have people who care about you.”

Steve stared at her for a long time. “Do you think I could have that dance before I go?”

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You stepped up between Bucky and Sam when Bruce announced that Steve missed the return time. Sam looked confused, but the look on Bucky’s face made your heart sink. He knew something. You took his hand.  

“You came?” He asked.  

“Tried to get here in time to see him off but I was held up.” You chewed your lower lips. Pulling him away from the others, you dropped your voice. “He was really distracted, hurting, before he left.”

Bucky nodded.  

“So was I.” You squeezed his hand harder. “God, Buck, I have the worse feeling. But I don’t know what I’m thinking right now. With everything that happened, learning about what we missed, losing Vis and Nat and Tony. Feeling like shit and now finding out...ugh, I’m just losing my mind right now.” Big tears filled your eyes.

He took you by the shoulders. He did not want to say anything, not yet. Steve just missed the return time a minute ago. “Finding out what, Doll?”  

You reached into your back pocket and handed him your phone, a readout open on the screen. He looked it over carefully, twice. You cried as his eyes lifted back to you.

Wrapping you in his arms, Bucky rubbed your back. “Just breath, okay? When did you...”

“Just now. It’s why I’m late.” You held tight to his chest. “I should have done it earlier. What something happens and Steve...”

“Bucky!” Sam shouted.

You both looked up to see Steve walking toward you all from the lake. You felt Bucky take a deep breath. You let out a small sob. He placed his hand at the small of your back. “Come on.”

Sam was just pulling away from a hug when you come closer. Steve looked at you, seeing the tears in your eyes. “Buck?”

“No. She’s got news.”

“Sweetheart,” Steve pulled you closer, thumbing away a tear at the corner of your eye. You pulled him closer to kiss him. Your lips pulling at his lower lip, before your tongue slid along his, drawing a low moan from him.  He pulled you close, burying his face in your hair. He whispered, “I’m sorry.”

“What for?” You pulled back some.

“Being an idiot.” He sighed. “A tired, stupid, idiot.”  

Steve stood up straighter. “I need to tell you guys something. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, and I never thought I’d say this but, I’m stepping down.”

“What the – wha?” Sam sputtered.

Steve stepped away from you and gripped Sam’s shoulder. Every bit of anguish showed in his eyes. “I can’t do it, man. Not now. These last years, these battles, just took all I had left. I’ve thought about it.” He held out his shield. “I want you to hold on to this.”

“You’re full of shit.” Sam balked.  

“No.” Steve shook his head. “You do what I do, remember? It’s you.”

Sam hefted the shield. Bucky smiled. “Doesn’t look like complete crap.”

“Piss off.” Sam laughed.

“So, what are you going to do, then?” Bucky asked Steve.

“It’s going to take a lot of work to just get things working across the world again. I’d like the Avengers to have a positive impact on the changes without having to resort to something like the accords.” Steve answered thoughtfully. “I think it’s work that would rejuvenate me. I’m tired of breaking things. I’d like to create something instead.”

“Sounds like you’ll be doing a lot of that.” Bucky’s smile spread ear to ear.  

“Buck,” You rolled your eyes him as you slipped under Steve’s arm. “Come with me.”  

You led Steve back toward the water. He held you close, voice tight. “Sweetheart, I’m really sorry. I’ve been...messed up. I should have been at your side every minute. I know I said it before, but my god, life just fell apart with you gone. Coming back, and everything is different, is such a shock. And it’s only been a few days...”

You stopped, facing him. “Steve, do you really mean you’re stepping down from missions?”

“Yeah, Sweetheart. I’ve got to.”

“Good. Me too.”  

Steve’s quizzical look caused you to pull your phone from your back pocket.  

“I didn’t make when you left out for your mission, because I was having this rerun. I didn’t think it was possible, but the test is conclusive.” You handed him the report.

Fresh tears filled Steve eyes, these washed away his pain and filled him with joy. He read the words again and again, pregnancy: positive. A bright smile met your own, he breathed out in awe. “I’m going to be a dad.”

You nodded as he swept you up in his arms and spun you around. He kissed you deeply, thoroughly. Finally, smiling against your lips, Steve said. “Love you. Thank you for being there for me, for being here for me. You and this little princess are everything to me.”

“Princess, huh?” You cuddled into him. “Already sure it’s a girl?”

“Just a hunch.” Steve kissed your hair, utterly confident in the turn he’d taken at the crossroad.

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my present, my future // steve rogers

Author’s Note: This was such a cute request omggg. Hope you like it, nonnie! 

Word count: 2206

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, Endgame Spoilers

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

Your hands were sweating, and your mouth was dry. First time in weeks, to be precise. You knew the day your period was late that something was wrong, something was off, and that didn’t fit in line with regularity. You hadn’t told Steve anything, and he almost never finds out. It wasn’t as if he never cared for you, he did; you knew he did. But, ever since the snap, things haven’t been the same.

You could never tell whether it was you or him who was distant. Your conversations never lasted for more than a few minutes and it was never too deeply personal. Sex felt like a mechanic task on most days, and on others, there was nothing at all. Cuddling and affection took a backseat, things were gloomy now. The world had lost half its population, and with it went Steve’s happiness.

However, it was one day before the great battle with Thanos did you figure out what was wrong with you from the past few weeks. You were having the usual period symptoms; cramps, back pain, bloating and nausea. However, when morning sickness kicked in, you knew right away what it was. You told Steve it was something you ate, and he nodded and left it at that. He never prodded on to know more, he never questioned you more than what you told him. On most days, you didn’t even realize why you were still with him.

Oh right. It was because you loved him. More than you could ever imagine.

A day before the great battle, you found out you were pregnant with Steve Roger’s child. A day after the great battle, you found out that Steve wanted to go back to Peggy using the Pym particles. You weren’t supposed to know yet, but Wanda warned you. It was gossip, you knew that with the ability she had, she could find out what a person was thinking. But, it was unethical to tell people.

However, Wanda cared for you with all her heart. You were the sole replacement for her brother when she lost Pietro, and she would come to you with everything that she wanted to talk about. Losing her to the snap took away a part of you that never came back until she returned. When Wanda told you what Steve was considering, everything suddenly stopped.

It was like you were paying a price for loving him. As if there was a time limit written for your love for Steve; he was always in love with Peggy, she always came first to him—this shouldn’t have come as a surprise at all.

And yet, there was some part of you that hoped. A part of you that held on to a belief that maybe, Steve Rogers could move on.

He hadn’t, you thought, letting the tears fall. You were currently standing outside Tony’s cabin. Having lost Tony and Natasha, everyone was in their own version of grief. Turning to your side, you noticed Bucky, Steve and Sam standing near the machine they had built, discussing something. Wanda, who was beside you, placed a caring hand on your shoulder and brought your attention away.

Her eyes widened as she met your gaze; she now knew what you did.

    “When…?” She gasped, her eyes filling with tears.

You chuckled darkly, “I think it’s been four weeks, I think? I don’t know for sure, maybe I should go to the doctor some time today.”

    “I’ll come with you.” Wanda promised, and you smiled.

You were glad you had at least her by your side. Sniffing, you took the redhead's hand in yours and squeezed tight. Wanda smiled back at you, giving you her strength.

    “You’ll be okay.” She said, but you weren’t sure.

What you were sure of was that you never loved anyone as much as you love Steve.

*

Steve walked in to an empty home. You weren’t there, something that shocked him since it was way past 10 p.m. He walked in and looked around, and for some reason, the atmosphere was so thick he thought he could cut through it with a knife.

    “(y/n)?” He called out, walking to the room the both of you shared.

The bed was neat, blankets folded and kept aside. Steve checked the bathroom and there was no sign of you. Heading to the kitchen, Steve noticed the vessels were all clean and none of it was even used all day. This only meant that you hadn’t returned from Tony’s cabin to the house, which means you were still out.

He knew he could call you on your mobile phone; he knew he could call you and ask where you were. However, you weren’t the only one who was feeling odd since the snap. Now that everyone else was back, things were supposed to be fine. However, ever since discovering that he could go back in time and be with Peggy, even as a theory, Steve wanted to take it.

Or did he?

He loved you, he knew this for sure. However, he loved Peggy too. The love he had for Peggy was ever strong, something he could never get over. But, then there you were. Bright and effortlessly beautiful from the inside and out, you blew him away as quickly as you entered his life. When Steve believed he could never be interested in someone else other than Peggy, you proved him wrong.

The fact that he was even considering going back to Peggy was breaking his heart and yet, he could not stop the yearning that came for a ‘what if’.

Putting his phone back inside his pocket, Steve let go of the only chance he had to find out where you were.

*

He noticed. He noticed how empty the house was when you were not home. He wanted to tell you himself that he was planning on leaving, but he noticed that you knew. It had been three days since you had left the house, three days since you hadn’t returned; Steve was no fool. Steve knew you knew he was leaving and it broke his heart.

He knew he could be happy with you, he knew that if he tried, it wouldn’t even be hard to stay and be happy.

Suddenly, when his phone rang, Steve jerked up with a fright. It was an unknown number, he wondered who it could be.

    “Hello? This is Steve Rogers—”

    “Right, this is Dr. Susan Geoffrey, I was only wondering when Miss (y/n) would be coming over for her appointment. She wasn’t picking her call, and you were her emergency contact so I thought I could ask you.”

Steve was confused. Scrunching his eyes together, he cleared his throat.

    “I’m sorry for asking but… What appointment?”

    “For an ultrasound, Mr. Rogers. Surely she’s told you she’s pregnant.”

It was as if time stopped moving. His eyes were suddenly wide and your face was all he could see, in flashes. Tears filled his eyes and his heart fell to the ground, and his stomach flipped three times and it was now hurting him. His hand flew to his mouth and he gasped, understanding where you were, now understanding what had happened.

    “Mr. Rogers?”

He gulped and felt like he was swallowing fire.

    “Y-Yes, uh, I’ll get back to you, doctor. Sorry for the trouble.”

Sometimes life has a cruel sense of humour, giving you the thing you always wanted at the worst time possible. Steve couldn’t believe what was happening and yet, what he couldn’t believe was how insensitive he had been to you. You were someone who would tell him everything; anything and everything, no secrets. That was what you would tell him. You had accepted that Steve’s love for Peggy would never fade, and even with that in mind, you loved him with your all.

Ever since the snap, Steve had been nothing but terrible to you. He wanted some space, but now he realized he had built a wall around himself and had completely forgotten what that could have done to you.

You, someone who trusted him so much, didn’t even tell him you were pregnant with his child. You were driven away because of Steve’s callousness and he wasn’t even sure if he could salvage what he had broken.

He called your mobile immediately, only to have it go to voicemail. He assumed you were at Wanda’s, and he knew it wasn’t too far, so Steve merely just ran out.

You had been compromising ever since you fell for him. Steve’s eyes were filled with tears when he thought about how unfair he had been to you, how unfair he had treated you. Sam was right when he said it was time to keep looking ahead. He had said the same thing to Bucky! And here he was.

Pining after something that just didn’t happen.

Wanda opened the door to Steve’s knocking and gave him a deadpan. However, once realizing what Steve was feeling, she let out a sigh.

    “She’s not here.”

Steve’s heart jumped.

    “Where—”

    “Steve?”

A voice came from behind him. He froze before turning to face you, his eyes wide and his heart beating rapidly against his rib cage. It was as if he was looking at you for the first time, it was as if everything he had thought about you didn’t compare to this one moment. He walked a step closer and held your hands in his before breaking down in tears. Your eyes widened before placing a calm hand on his shoulder, before shooting Wanda a look.

She ushered you both inside and headed upstairs to give you two some space. You weren’t angry, just disappointed, but there was nothing else you could say. There was no way in your heart that you could hate Steve, it was impossible.

    “I have been an absolute ass.” Steve said, sniffing.

You two were sitting on Wanda’s couch, your knees touching.

    “I haven’t been very vocal—”

    “I know. I know about the baby.”

Your eyes widened before turning to look at him.

    “How—”

    “Your doctor called me because you weren’t picking your calls. I was saved as an emergency contact. She told me you had an ultrasound scheduled for today.”

You were quiet. You didn’t want him to find out just yet. You wanted him to come to you about Peggy first. You wanted him to open up about Peggy, and you would have kept it a secret from him if he ever did. Because, if he wanted to go back to Peggy and you told him you were pregnant, this would always be the only reason he’d stay.

He wouldn’t stay just for you.

    “Steve.” You said, not knowing how to begin.

    “You could have told me—” He came to place a hand on yours, before you pulled away.

    “I know you want to go back,” You said, tears filling your eyes. “To Peggy. You want to go back to her, and I won’t stop you. I can take care of myself—”

    “Do you know how selfish that is?” Steve said, looking directly at you.

Your eyes widened, “Selfish? Who’s—”

    “To leave you and head back to Peggy. Do you know how selfish that is?”

You stopped in your tracks. Your eyes were wide.

    “Even if you didn’t tell me about the baby, I… I was only considering it because I loved her for that long, (y/n). And God, it makes me such a jerk for even expecting you to understand because sometimes I don’t understand it, myself! I could never leave you for her. Never. I could never leave you for anyone, (y/n). I haven’t noticed it, I haven’t voiced it, I’ve been a terrible lover for the past five years, but I do know this. If I had gone back to Peggy, there wouldn’t be a single day that would go by that I wouldn’t regret.”

You felt like he had stolen your words. Steve took your hands in his and leaned forward, your faces merely inches apart.

    “I know you were close to Tony and Nat. I know how much you must be grieving right now. So am I. And I made a big mistake by not being there for you all these years. I know it won’t mean anything, but take my word for it. I love you, (y/n). I love you more than I can love anyone, and in a way I can never love again. You’re all I want, and all I need. Peggy is a bittersweet memory now. You’re my present and future. Our baby,” He placed his hand on your stomach, “Is our present and our future.”

Your lips were now quivering. You slowly embraced Steve, before crying on his shoulder, feeling the same familiarity return to you; one that you thought you had lost five years ago. You cried for minutes together, and Steve merely just held you, rubbing your back, cradling you, kissing your tears away.

    “I love you so much, Steve. You have no idea—”

He kissed you on the lips before smiling brightly at you. He was your sun.

    “I love you, too.”

[redhairedwolfwitch]

Starlight - Ava Starr x Fem!Lang!Reader

What about an Ava x reader where the reader didn’t get dusted, and they reunite in the middle of the Endgame huge battle?

Ava x reader where the reader is helping her adjust to a normal life post Endgame? With ALL THE FLUFF please?

You were 5 years younger than Ava when you first met her. You were helping your older brother Scott since you had worked on quantum physics at university with a problem that ended up with you helping Dr Hank Pym and Hope van Dyne.

You met Ava when you were helping the others get the lab back, you jumped back as you saw Ghost materialise in front of you, mumbling something under your breath. “Molecular disequilibrium... that’s why you want the lab...” You realised it instantly, barely dodging the leg that tried to kick you away.

“You’re desperate to survive without constant pain...” As the words left your lips, Ghost hesistated, giving you time to try reach towards her gently, pausing as you managed to touch her hand momentarily. Ava Starr froze at the sparks she felt through her hand in that moment.

Neither of each other knew how important you’d be to each other in that moment.

///

You weren’t with Hank, Janet, Hope and Scott when they went to get the healing particles with Ava, you were with her, holding her in your arms as the temporary healing Janet provided Ava allowed you to touch her, to hold her. 

You didn’t expect her to turn to dust in your arms as Bill turned to dust in front of the pair of you.

“Y/n...”

“Ava?” You whimpered as you realised she was gone, you ran out of the building to outside, watching people on the street turn to dust.

“Scott...” He didn’t answer so your first reaction was to find him... but you didn’t find any of them.

You ended up finding Cassie but your brother and your girlfriend were gone for 5 long years.

///

You spent 5 years working with Quantum technology to create your own suit, spending days training with Natasha Romanoff to further your skills.

One key aspect of your suit that you designed were concentrated light bombs that when thrown could disperse light, temporarily blinding your enemies allowing escape. You were jokingly called Starlight due to that by Natasha in rare moment of happiness. Those were rare these days.

You were at the Avengers facility when Scott turned up, you hugged him tightly before he explained what had happened, making you automatically want to kick yourself. Why didn’t you think of checking the Quantum Realm for your brother’s presence.

///

You stayed behind at the facility when everyone else went to the past, your heart broken as it was revealed how the soul stone had been obtained. 

But you didn’t have time to grief as the facility was hit, you were sent flying but managed to wrangle your way out of the wreckage for the final battle.

You stood near Steve, jaw clenched and adrenaline spiking as you answered the call.

“AVENGERS...assemble!” 

You ran forwards at that moment, blinding the creatures before using batons and knives to keep them down, in a moment where it seemed you were surrounded, something manifested behind you, helping you take down the aliens.

“Ava?”

“Starlight, Ghost, let’s go, Carol needs us!” Natasha shouted causing you to jump into action, smiling at your lover as the two of you ran over to the all female team up.

///

Your jaw dropped open as it was revealed Tony Stark was alive...his arm was damaged beyond repair but he had survived snapping Thanos and his army out of existence. Fingers gently ran over your jawline causing you to close your mouth and give a soft look to the now completely healed Ava Starr.

“Come on, love, we better unpack before your brother tries his organising system...”

“What organising system?” You joked, turning away from your phone to help Ava move the couch to where the two of you wanted it to be, moving the coffee table over later with the addition of the rug underneath.

You let out a breath as the two of you sat down on the couch, the pizza delivered and a movie set up on your laptop as Scott was going to set the tv up tomorrow. Ava nervously leaned on your shoulder, still not completely used to being fully solid making you smile and hum.

Ava’s voice broke the silence as the empty pizza box laid on the table, the end credits for the movie playing.

“I love you-” Her cheeks flushed pink as she turned flustered causing you to look at her with adoration. “I love you too.” Quickly kissing her cheek as she grinned.

You loved her a lot and she loved you the same way.

[hermit00sworld]

Ant-Man and the Wasp

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