#endgame fanfic

[aeterna-auroral-avenger]

Avengers: Infinity's End

Chapter 29 - Fully Realized [AO3 link]

Summary - “A scenario is a description of possible events, meaning there is one overall picture with different minuscule events to achieve that singular overall picture.  In truth, when the Sorcerer spoke of one winning scenario, he meant there was one ultimate winning vine of reality created by different possible events or branches, varying in tiny ways, but they all led to the same singular winning reality.  Thus is the mystery and fascination of destiny.” AKA: Rory is faced with the hardest choice of her life.

[marvelsfavoriteuncle]

The Time Hesitant // Endgame Blurb ⏳

When Jason knew about the so called time heist, he scoffed at the notion of being able to do such a thing. Build a Time Machine?! To bring everyone back together and return what they lost?

He thought he was having a stroke.

He shook his head ‘no’ as him and Tony shared a few looks. Rei was sitting down on the edge of the steps listening, rolling his eyes. Morgan was in her father’s arms with no real idea of what was happening at the moment, god she was so innocent and kind…

Natasha sighed, as Steve, Scott and others chatted with the group.

//

That same night, Tony was doing the dishes as his uncle sat down sipping a glass of wine. Most of everyone was asleep or awake upstairs, well no Pepper was outside watching the stars for a bit before coming back inside to join them.

“What’s the plan?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you think I should do this?”

“Tony…”

“JJ I need you to be honest with me on this one. What should I do here?”

“Well knowing you, your mind already started tinkering around with the concept since they brought it up..I um..”

“Um what? I need your advice here.”

“…to be honest, I am scared about this situation because what if something goes wrong…I mean, it’s time travel we’re dealing with.”

“It won’t.”

Said a voice, that clearly belonged to Rei who muttered that he couldn’t quite sleep without a glass of water. But they all knew he was thinking about Scotty’s idea from earlier. Both men looked up at him, wanting to search his mind for what he was wondering.

“..it won’t. But yeah, there is a chance that something might switch up on us, even though I am convinced that we can crack this.” Rei said, taking a sip of water noticing the odd looks and added, “What? Any chance to see my friends screw up a time travel machine is a win for me.”

That made Jason crack a smile. Rei could already imagine Natasha, Rochelle, Steve, Rick and even Bruce screwing up Scott’s experimental idea.

Tony already was working on a blueprint in his own head about the traveling equipment and any math he needs to do. He knew his son was thinking the same thing. Hell, he knew Rei misses his boyfriend Peter Parker as well.

Jason spoke up, “Here’s what we can do. Bring back only what we lost, no mirror changes. The Pym Particles are completely separate from our pay rate, so if we mess up, someone could get stuck in the Quantum Mechanics of it all. So have to think wisely about this..”

“We build the equipment needed, like bracelets or something to keep us from slipping or get stuck somewhere..” Rei says, rubbing his hands together having an idea for it.

“Clever! Yeah that can work, and we will need suits for the rest of the gang.” Tony added nodding, “Gentlemen, let’s pack.”

The rest of the night, the trio stayed up late packing up equipment and getting the systems for the machine ready.

However as they hit the jackpot cracking the code, Rei loudly said, “Shit.”

In return a tiny voice repeated his words loudly enough for him and his father to hear, his uncle snorted in surprise as Morgan sat on the step smiling softly. They wondered what was she doing out of bed this late at night, Jason raised an eyebrow at his granddaughter who cheeky smiled. She quickly asked what was going on, resulting in Tony repeating the bad boy and Morgan gave him a look that said ‘Seriously?’

They all took a break as Morgan suggested juice pops, joining in on her idea. Jason was downstairs with Pepper trying to take his mind off things, but he could hear Morgan’s giggle at her big brother and father.

Pepper rubbed his shoulders, “Hey, what’s going on?”

“You know, stuff racking my brain. The usual.” He responded.

“Yeah, you wanna tell me about it?”

He took Pepper’s hand and softly pressed a kiss to her palm, thanking her heart for taking time to listen to him. She smiled at her uncle-in-law and gave his hand a squeeze.

“Just wondering if theses last few years were a hiccup in terms for a bigger plan in mind…I mean, let’s face it, we got lucky here. Many people did not..there are days where I forgot what happened..” Jason said, sighing.

“Because we created a safe space for us to breathe and be away from the city..” Pepper explained with a soft tone, “I think it’s one of the best decisions we ever made to be honest.”

“Tell me about. We’re growing fruits and vegetables outside our window, it’s a blessing…but it doesn’t matter if we’re still missing our family..our friends..”

“I heard what was said outside. It’s a stretch to do that, but it seems worth trying..I miss Liz, Hill and the others, everyone does..”

“And if we fail?”

“At least we know you guys tried..you’re tried, get some rest, please.”

Years ago, he would’ve said he wasn’t tired at all but to be fair, he was exhausted. Jason was exhausted, nervous and overwhelmed by the fact that this might be the craziest thing he has done yet. He was just as sick to his stomach that something might to wrong. He has been time travel movies, he knew something could swing left field and they might have to rehearse things before they jump into those suits tomorrow.

Do a test drive for the machine, make sure everyone was aware of the risks, they have eaten and had enough energy to make this decision work out to their advantage. That meant they would have to hit the books too.

Fingers crossed.

Think positive thoughts.

He said goodnight to Pepper and went off to bed, staring at the ceiling before his eyes drifted off to sleep. He only hoped for the best for this trip, maybe he could even get a good nights rest too…

—//—

Ahh yes there is more! Hope you like it, let me know what you think about it in the comments below

Tags: @missstrawbs2001 @gcthvile @gaminggirlsstuff @sherloquestea @cherrysft @rickb-chaos @meiramel @savemewattpad

[wynnd-citrus]

Tony survives! Anything But “Mr Stark” Pt. 2 :3

[sirfrogthe3rd]

"If an artist falls in love with you, you can never die."

[nanenna]

Meeting the Mayor

Sleepy King Master Post

Mayor Masters had left their little group waiting for far too long. It was clearly a power move, something Batman expected of someone like Lex Luthor, not the mayor of a small town that had been all but swallowed up by the nearby larger city. It was so predictable that he even started a mental countdown on when they would be allowed to meet Masters. He was, of course, right.

On entering the mayor’s office, Masters was sitting behind his desk, an oily smile spread across his face. He didn’t even stand to greet them. “Good afternoon, it’s not every day…” Masters trailed off as his face scrunched up. “Strawberry shortcake! Did some youths play a prank on you?”

Batman glanced briefly towards his fellow League members, they looked just as confused as he was. Diana squared her shoulders, “What do you mean?”

“You don’t…” Masters frowned as he looked them over, “Nevermind, my mistake. What did you want to discuss?” The man smiled brightly as he leaned over and pressed a button on a small desk fan, the blades whirred to life.

Diana smiled just as brightly and just as fakely as she sat down in front of his desk. “We’re here to make sure you’re aware of the resources the Justice League has made available to any municipal body.”

Constantine took his cue and lounged in the chair next to Diana while Batman chose to loom over her shoulder.

“Resources?” Masters asked with a raised brow.

“Yes, we understand that attacks on a “super villain” level can leave a lot of collateral damage that smaller cities may struggle to repair, especially those that haven’t had to deal with such things before. The Justice League provides aid to anyone who applies.”

“Ah, how generous!” Masters gave a smile that made Batman’s skin crawl. “But I’m sure even you have limited funds, would not they be better left to those truly in need? As you’ve seen, our little town is doing just fine without your help.”

“And how is that?” Batman asked. “There’ve been reports of numerous attacks over the last two years, where is Amity Park getting the resources to repair the damage?”

“Believe it or not, ghosts are incorporeal and thus don’t cause as much collateral damage. Also, the appearance of ghosts has caused a spike in tourists, which has been quite the boost to our economy. And lastly, as the mayor is it not my civic duty to support my town, which I love so dearly? Of course I’ve been supplementing Amity’s budget, and I’ve been making sure to hire only local businesses to keep Amity Park’s money inside Amity Park.”

Batman narrowed his eyes. He chose not to mention that Vlad had only moved to Amity Park shortly before running for mayor, or that he had bought and combined a few local construction companies and has been using them exclusively. Certainly everything about the man was suspicious, but that wasn’t what they were here to talk about. Instead he pulled several pamphlets from his utility belt. “While you’ve been lucky so far, it would be in your best interests to be fully aware of the resources available to you and your fine town in case something larger scale happens.” Not that it hadn’t already, he couldn’t imagine anything larger scale than the entire town and neighboring city getting pulled into another dimension by an undead tyrant king.

While Batman and Diana painstakingly went over the pamphlets with Masters, who’s smile wilted more and more the longer they took, Constantine kept muttering under his breath and making motions with his hands where Masters couldn’t see them, staring intensely at the mayor the whole time. Batman was curious what he was seeing.

The wall suddenly burst, small bits of plaster and wood showering over Masters and the cape Batman had used to shield himself and his fellow League members.

“Vladdie!” A familiar voice called boisterously, “You won’t believe what happened! Oh, I didn’t know you had guests.”

Masters was brushing debris from his person as he spoke with clear disdain, “Yes, well, if you would use the door as. I’ve. Asked! Numerous time. This whole situation could be avoided.”

“Hello again,” Dr. Jack Fenton said cheerfully with a little wave. “What are you doing visiting Vladdie?”

“We were just ensuring Mayor Masters was aware of all the JL resources available to him,” Batman said as he let his cap fall back around his body.

“Oh, that reminds me,” Diana said brightly. “We also have support available for minors doing hero work, you wouldn’t happen to be able to get in contact with Phantom, would you?”

Dr. Madeline Fenton, along with both their children, approached as Diana asked her question. Masters’s eyes trailed over to the group before focusing back on the League members. “No, I’m afraid not. He’s a ghost, you know. Likely he spends most of his time in the Ghost Zone, only comes here to play around with his ghost friends and cause collateral damage.”

“Hey!” Danny said indignantly. “Phantom is a hero who’s working really hard to keep the town safe!”

“Yes yes,” Masters said while waving his hand at the family. “I know you and all your little friends think Phantom hung the moon and stars. Wait, shouldn’t you two be at school?”

“There was an incident,” Jack said proudly.

Masters sighed, “It wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with these fine people, would it?” He waved at the League members as he spoke.

“Good guess, Vladdie!”

“I thought so.” Masters swept the pamphlets into his desk drawer. “Well thank you very much for your concern, I shall make sure to keep these in case we ever do need assistance. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to contact someone about repairing my wall. Have a lovely day.” Masters stood and simply walked through the busted wall with the Fenton family.

Batman watched them leave through narrowed eyes.

“Not the oddest town I’ve been in,” Diana remarked thoughtfully.

Batman simply turned to look in Constantine’s direction.

“The mayor is also dead as a doornail, but fully alive.”

“He also clearly smelled your demon blood,” Batman added.

Constantine nodded. “I'm getting all kinds of odd readings off the mayor, no I'm not explaining it. Just know he's weird, but still not as weird as the kid, though he's close."

"Should we not follow them?" Diana asked.

"I put trackers and bugs on all of them," Batman replied.

"'Course you did, mate."

[erinwantstowrite]

and so it begins...

been thinking about how the fantastic four would probably start up around when peter is 16 and i was like "how would they even work in LoF canon" and i've decided peter is gonna have a one sided beef with johnny for the pettiest reason and then start to feel bad, only for them to have a misunderstanding of sorts (idk yet) and thus their two sided beef begins until they figure it out. that's like. the gist of johnny and peter, right?

(they'll be besties one day)

[hello-sweetheart]

I need to see Steve at his breaking point, kneeling in absolute defeat. Whimpering, crying, sobbing with a sword under his chin forcing him to look up that man who is now nothing but a stranger.

But, once he was a familiar and friendly face around the castle. Often running around with the outcasts and playing music in the town square. Telling stories of great heroic adventurers to the children that flocked around him to listen. A tall but scrawny thing with a mouth that knew not when to bite its tongue.

Steven makes a pathetic image for a prince. His skin is stained with tears, grime, and blood. Blood from his knights. Brothers in arms that he’d known since he was a mere child.

He’s nothing now, has nothing.

A fallen prince awaiting death.

Edward has his dark tresses tied at the nape of his neck. His eyes are dark as night, focused and fierce in his gaze. His chest heaves and exhaustion is evident, but he stands proud.

Vengeful.

Such a far cry from the once cowardly and impish man that Steven had known him to be.

Even with the sting of betrayal, the broken bond among him and children, adolescents now, that he had come to care for… he understands why someone would follow him.

He has the stance of a leader and the final unwavering judgement of a king.

Humilated, he thinks of his people, the children (his children), and even the servants that had joined the revolt against the crown. He wishes them a better life, a kinder one than he and his parents had given them under their family rule.

Steven trusts… he trusts in his people’s judgment, despite it all, and their faith in their soon-to-be King Edward.

Accepting the fate of their decision, his cries quiet but he makes no move to wipe the mess he’s made of himself.

Steve raises his chin just a bit higher and tries to steady his breath. Leans his head against the sword that’s at the side of his neck now, a swing away from finality, and looks up at the people’s king.

“Whatever kind of king you choose to be,” his mouth is parched and heavy with the taste of ash, “be a loving one.”

His closes his eyes, and waits.

“Then, my first act as King will be that of good faith to the people. Prince Steven… I show you mercy.”

[impartygirl]

Age Accurate Van Scene

good morning again bylers!! close ups + comparisons below cut!!!

+ mike not blurred in the back!!

hes right behind me isnt he... ANYWAYS. i fucking hateeeee wills shirt, how i drew it, how hard it is to draw, just... UGH! wills my all time favorite BUT TAKE THAT GODDAMM SHIRT OFF.

i know im a yapper but this is my 2nd time tryna draw them realistically (-ish) n i thinkkk its okay?? whatever. hey siri play boys dont cry on Spotify

[pythoness94]

Chat, I desperately need to know how to write Jonathan's and Mike's relationship without Jonathan hating Mike. I FUCKING hate it when I see that trope, Jonathan would never hate Mike for simply not reciprocating his brothers' feelings. That's stupid has hell. Mike is basically Jonathan's second brother, he knows Mike, he's known him all his life. He's seen how sweet Mike is to Will, he was there when Mike starting sobbing while Will was possessed. HE WOULDN'T HATE MIKE! He would be CONCERNED! But all the fics and character analysis I'm reading for the two always paint Jonathan as hating Mike, so you see my dilemma here >:(

[groucholiv]

I feel like we as a community moved on from this image way too quickly. like are you kidding me?? the wink!?! BYLERS I'M AFRAID WE WILL NEVER LEARN WHAT IT'S LIKE TO LOSE!!!

[nottawriter]

I commissioned @iwishicoulddrawheatherforaliving for this piece based on a fic by @snowydragonscave

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50632990

It's a beautifully written Kara & Lena fic that really spoke to me and Gracie's art is so perfect.

Thank you both for creating such great Supercorp content 💙❤

[sp0o0kylights]

Part One

The drive's short one. 

Steve gets out of his car, opening the passenger door for Chrissy and escorting her up to the house, quietly envisioning what Jason would look like if a real monster got him.

What would he say, staring down the crazy, five-starred head, filled with teeth and drool? Would he turn back? Or run?

(Steve swears he doesn't take great pleasure in imagining Carver getting eaten, but he'll admit to taking a little.)  

"Chrissy do you have any idea--oh." Mrs. Cunningham startles, grasping her robe at the front as she spots Steve standing next to her daughter.  

"Hi Miss Cunningham." He says.

"Hello." She says suspiciously. "And who are you?"

"I'm Steve Harrington, ma'am." He watches as her mother straightens immediately at his name, and sinks right into the ol' Harrington charm, knowing instantly it will work. "I know you were expecting Jason, but I'm afraid he wasn't able to drive Chrissy home." 

"Oh, Steve! It's so late I almost didn't recognize you." She titters, suspicion gone. "Your mother and I are on the same charity board." 

Of course they were.

"I thought you were dating that nice Nancy girl." She says with a squint that mimics Chrissy's, because even in the midst of a crisis he can't escape the gossip that is Hawkins upper echelon. 

"Nance is waiting in the car." Steve lies smoothly. "I just wanted to make sure Chrissy got home safe." 

"What happened?" Chrissy's father appears, ushering them both in while blatantly peering around them, eyes sweeping the street before closing the door.

Steve recognizes the move. He's checking for nosy neighbors. 

"Jason and I broke up." Chrissy admits.

"What?" 

"We..." She falters in front of her parents. 

"What happened to Jason?" Her father asks, tuning back in once they're safely away from peering eyes.

"I'm afraid Jason and some of his friends brought beer to the party." Steve steps in to explain.  

"Oh Chrissy, it's a high school party. That's no reason to break up with him." Her mother fusses, face flushing in embarrassment. Her eyes dart from her daughter to Steve and back, and Steve knows he needs to start damage control. 

If he plays it right he can burn Jason while he's at it. 

"He was horrible, mom. Just awful." Chrissy says, but Steve can tell she's shrinking under her mothers gaze. 

"He drank quite a lot, Miss Cunningham." With a theatrical wince, Steve turns to face Chrissy's dad, lowers his voice and says "I'm going to have to talk to Coach about it." 

He gets the intended response, which is a raised eyebrow. "That bad, huh?" 

Steve nods once, painting a pained smile on his face. "He made a real fool of himself tonight, Sir. The basketball team has a reputation to uphold." 

"Oh." Mrs. Cunningham says, hand fluttering in front of her face. "I never would have thought…"

"He's normally a good guy. I don't know what got into him." Steve has them both eating out of the palm of his hand, attention neatly off Chrissy and onto the story he's feeding them. 

Its worth it to see her shoulders relax. 

"I couldn't let him take Chrissy home in the state he was in Sir, and he got very…" 

Steve pauses. 

Fills his voice with tempered disappointment, channeling his dad. "Belligerent. Said some nasty things."  

"Really?" Mr. Cunningham says, with a low whistle, and Steve knows by his tone alone that he's bought in.

Hook, line, sinker.

Steve nods once. "I have to get back to my girlfriend, but Chrissy'" He turns earnestly here, to let her know he's not faking this next bit. "Let me know if Jason bothers you at school. I'll set him straight again if I have to." 

"Thank you Steve." Mr. Cunningham says, as Chrissy's mom hustles her daughter towards the kitchen. 

Steve shakes his hand, then waves at Crissy as she calls her own thank you over her shoulder, before disappearing out the door and back to his car.

The same one where Nancy very much isn't. 

That's a problem for tomorrow Steve.

xXx

Tomorrow Steve gets into an argument with Nancy. 

She can't recall that Jonathan took her home, or that he's bullshit, their whole relationship, bullshit--

But she also can't tell him she loves him.

So Steve snaps at her. Storms off.

 Play’s more basketball.

It takes less than two hours for him to get mopey and another three for him to spiral into deciding he was wrong somehow.

That's what his mom said all the time anyway, wasn't it? The man's always wrong Steven, and he's the man here so…

He gets flowers, chocolates, and fucking waylaid (by Dustin Henderson with his Grow a Monster) and things go sideways from there.

 Train tracks and a junkyard and demodogs make time speed up. An encounter with Billy and a dinner plate causes Steve's recollection of the evening to be fuzzy. 

He just knows that in the middle of dodging death, he has the realization that Nance wants to break up with him.

That he should let her. 

Even if it hurts, even if he doesn't want to. 

She wants to be let go.

So Steve does. He respects her, and when he has a moment after its all over, he tells her to go with Jonathan.

(At least he permanently gets the squirts out if this. Or at least everyone but Mike.

Even if most of them are shitheads and one of them's Hargrove's step sister.

It's--something.

But when Dustin keeps pestering him, demanding Steve drive him all over Hawkins and then drags him to the movies, well.

It might be the best something Steve's had in his life so far. )

xXx

"Oh shit. Is that from Caver?" Eddie asks, popping up near Steve's car like the clown in a jack in the box. 

"Carver can't hit for shit. This was Hargrove." Steve replies, attempting an eyeroll before remembering that his entire face is a bruise. 

One, giant, never ending bruise. 

"I guess his step sister gave him the slip to come hang out with these kids I watch sometimes. I didn't know she wasn't supposed to be there." Steve shrugs, because it's the technical truth. 

If you turn it sideways and squint anyway. 

"Asshole tried to threaten the kid Max is into by slamming him into a wall and screaming shit, so I stepped in, and--" He waves at his face. 

The same one he's already getting looks for. 

"I was winning." Steve sighs theatrically. "He broke a plate over my head."

The story seemed to freeze Eddie but he recovers with a quick shake of his head. 

"You poor thing." He tuts. "Let me guess--you were more worried about the hair than the wound?" 

Eddie's hands flutter like he's going to touch Steve's head but he seems to contain himself at the last minute.

The hospital threatened to buzz it for stitches." Steve says darkly, playing into the bit. 

(He had not gone to a hospital. 

None of them had.)  

"What would our King be without his crown of hair?" Eddie laments, in a falsetto that was half insult half oddly sincere. It was jarring in that it was hard to get a read on, but the more Steve was around the guy the less it seemed malicious and the more it came off  as just….goofy.

Eddie Munson, Steve decided, was not a freak.

 He was a dorky little weirdo, just like all the other kids Steve now hung out with. 

Just older, and with slightly better hair. 

"Hey Eddie." Another boy calls out, approaching cautiously. 

He's got a leather jacket on, and if Steve thinks hard enough he can sort of conjure up a memory of the guy at Eddie's lunch table, throwing a piece of bread at a pale sophomore decked out in plaid. "You good man?" 

"Yeah Jeff, just checkin' in on the Hair here." Eddie sticks a thumb towards Steve, who raises his hand and waves. 

The falsetto comes back, somehow higher as the older boy swoons over Steves arm. "Soothing his poor soul after that brute Hargrove almost killed him." 

"Has anyone ever told you you're a lot like Bugs Bunny?" Steve asks, the thought leaving his mouth the instant he had it.

(He doesn't care, it's a legitimate question.) 

It has the effect of making Munson look downright chuffed. "I have actually, but only by my Uncle." 

"Why are you checking in?" Jeff interrupts, before seeming to realize he said it out loud. " Ah, I mean--"

"Oh he didn't tell you?" Steve says, as casually as he can muster. "Eddie claimed me and Chrissy at a party last weekend." 

See Munson? Two people could play the weird bit game. 

They've attracted more of Eddie's friends now, two more boys in leather jackets edging closer like frightened deer. 

(One of which is the aforementioned younger man Jeff threw bread at, and Steve vaguely thinks the guy's name starts with a g.) 

"Apparently we're his minions now." Steve tells Jeff in a rather put upon manner. 

"It was just you, the fair maiden chose otherwise." Eddie counters dismissively, voice dropping down low. 

Steve snorts. Hums a sarcastic; "Like you'd let us choose." 

Eddie finally abandons whatever voice that was supposed to be (a villain, Steve thinks, and wonders if it hurts Eddies throat to drop from a false high to a deep low that quickly.)  to say:

 "Mock me all you like, Harrington, but you can't deny the bit worked." 

Steve automatically went for another eye roll, and gets a flash of pain for it. "Who said I was mocking you, you dork? Just stating facts." 

Yet again, Eddie reacts weird to the comment. He looks almost bashful for a second, before he recovers, tugging his hair in front of his face as he plays with it.

The bell rings once in warning, and Steve makes a face towards the doors. 

"I gotta go, Mrs Clicks out to fail me. See you around, Eddie. Jeff." The way his eyes are bruised up he can't quite make out the face Jeff makes at that, but Steve's pretty sure the guys mouth was open. 

"She's a nasty one, my minion, best stay on your toes around her." Eddie calls, and Steve waves a hand in the air to show he heard. 

"What just happened?" Jeff asks, far too loudly for how close Steve still is. 

It makes him chuckle a bit, even as one of the other guys says something in a far quieter voice that has Munson squawking and flapping his arms like a bird. 

The winding little feelings in his chest squeeze his heart, and Steve shakes his head, refusing to be fond of Eddie Munson. 

xXx

College rejection letters come in, one after the another.

Steve could have made it into a few schools he's certain, except he hadn't really applied to any.

Not that any college other than Penn Hurst mattered. His dad wanted him to be a legacy, come hell or high water.

Steve's punishment was hand picked by his parents, and he gets the sailor outfit his new minimum wage job requires is supposed to be a part of it--that his dad made him apply because it was the most embarrassing thing he could think to subject Steve too-- but honestly? 

It's not that bad. 

Not even with Robin, the manager he met yesterday, and who positively, completely and totally, hates Steve’s guts.  

He figures he has time to win her over. 

All the time in the world, now that demons aren't trying to eat his, or any of the kid's, faces. He can focus on the small things. Build himself back up.

Figure out the person he wants to be, now that he's no longer King Steve. 

It’s the thought that kept him from attending any graduation parties. To go felt like backsliding into old habits. 

‘If the kids--if it comes back again--’ 

Getting drunk at night in a random house seemed almost irresponsible.

Particularly not with people Steve has history with, without anyone he really cares about being present. Certainly not Nance and Jonathan, who he wishes he didn’t know are at some end-of-year game night one of Nancy’s friends is hosting. 

(Steve can’t think about that for a number of reasons. 

When he does--because of course he does-- he makes sure to focus on the weirdness that is Jonathan Byers being someone he cares about, instead of the fact he can’t seem to kill his love for Nancy. 

Or that he's horrifically jealous of their relationship. 

That the best sleep he had ever had was between them, two nights after the lab, when they crammed themselves into Jonathan's bed because they all couldn't quite believe it was over.

That night had been so incredibly weird, but grouping together felt safer. Smarter.

Better.

Not in a way Steve wants to put into words. 

Not in a way he wants to confront at all.) 

His parents hadn’t been able to make it home to watch him walk at his graduation--his father landing a last minute meeting with some important person or other. 

Faked apologies were given, money transferred, and Steve, not wanting to sit in his too-huge house, had meandered to Family Video. 

Tried to forget his father’s cold voice in the background of his mother’s call, loudly announcing he’d have made it a priority to see Steve graduate-- if he’d gotten into Penn Hurst. 

Steve just shakes his head. Pushes those thoughts into the back of his head, into the same place all his other weird thoughts live.

The glare he gets from the tall, pimple-ridden guy working the rental counter was expected.

Chrissy Cunningham, was not. 

"I thought you’d be at one of the parties.” He tells her, when he turns down the romance aisle and finds her staring blankly at a shelf. 

She startles, before recognition flits over her face and a warm smile is directed his way. 

“I'm honestly not a fan of parties." She confides in him, hand clutching a tape in her hands."Not those kinds, anyway.” 

"More slumber parties, less keg stands your speed?" Steve guessed, blatantly turning his head sideways in order to read the title.

She awards him with a wider smile. "Exactly." 

"Chrissy Cunningham. Are you renting Jaws?" He teases, leaning in just a touch.

She flushes, but turns and squares up to him. Steve's delighted to see it. 

"Why yes I am. I'll do you one better and even admit it's one of my favorite movies." 

Steve grins at her, and sees the way she lights up on response, eyes bright. 

This is the Chrissy that Carver had tried to kill. The strength and pure fun that radiates off her enhances the beauty she has to something almost otherworldly. 

Steve has seen enough beauty in his life to recognize when it will stay. That Chrissy wil one day be 80 years old, with gray hair and knit sweaters, and she'll still be able to light up a room. 

"Like sharks killing people that much huh?” He teases. And it’s easy, slipping into this part of himself around her. The part he’s been trying to get back. 

The confidence that he walked with, before monsters crawled out of the ground, and Nancy put a hole in his heart.

"I'll let you in on a secret. ." Chrissy leans in, dropping her voice low enough that Steve has to lean in a bit too to hear. "My favorite character is the shark." 

Steve playfully gapes at her, and for the first  time in a long time, feels like things will be okay. 

He’ll be okay.

He won’t be King Steve. He’s not Nancy's Boyfriend Steve either--but someone else. Himself.

A Steve who exists outside of Hawkins High, outside his family name. 

He likes it.

"I told you that was his car. Steve!" A too familiar voice calls and Steve can't mask the despair that hits him as he turns to his (now least) favorite shithead, whose storming through Family Video’s doors. 

"Dustin." He identifies, with an edge to his voice he can only pray Chrissy doesn't pick up on. "Other brats. What are you doing?" 

Mike stands stubbornly at Dustin's right, Lucas nervous at his left. 

Will Byers is situated next to Mike but Steve's not as familiar with him, and has no idea how to interpret the kid. 

If he had to guess based on the face he’s being sent, Will’s more nervous then the rest--but equally determined. 

(This does not make Steve feel better. It in fact, somewhat convinces them they’ve run headfirst back into trouble.) 

"Well we were going to go to Lucas’s, but now, we're bumming a ride from you!" 

"I'm busy." He says flatly. 

"Ste~eeeve!" 

"I didn't know you had a brother." Chrissy says, hand covering her mouth. 

Looking back at her, Steve's pretty sure she's trying to physically hold back laughter. 

If one could shoot lasers with their eyes, Steve would be nailing Dustin for ruining--whatever it was that was happening here. 

"He's a rescue" Steve says flatly. "It’s not working out though. We're planning on returning him to the shelter.” 

"Wow Steve." Dustin returns, offended. "First of all, if anyone's rescuing anyone I rescued you, or did you suddenly forget that you show up to family dinner every Thursday at my house like a sad orpha--mmpphh!" 

‘Mmpphh’ because Steve had taken several long strides across the store to smack his hand over Dustin's mouth. 

"Sorry Chrissy, it would appear the asshole children I am paid to babysit escaped whoever is supposed to be watching them." He shakes Dustins head, in lue of strangling him. “Hit me up later we’ll discuss the shark’s best kills.” 

“Will do.” Chrissy says, as Steve begins the process of shoving his four smaller friends out the door. “Drive safe!” 

“No you don’t, and you’re gonna prove it by swinging through McDonalds for us.” Dustin sing-songs, swinging himself into the passenger side of the Beemer. 

“You assholes owe me, big time.” Steve hisses, as Lucas and Mike instantly begin making kissy faces the second they’re out into the parking lot. "I had plans tonight!"

“Do you have McDonalds money?” Steve asks, only to immediately wince at himself because fuck did he just sound like a soccer mom. 

“I have money I took out of my mom’s wallet.” Mike says as he settles into the car with his friends.

“Fine.” Steve sighs in defeat, starting the car. 

He determinedly does not ask if the idiots walked here, because there is a suspicious lack of bicycles, if only because he hit his mom quota for the day and Steve refuses to say anything else that might edge out his cool persona.

The one he swears he still has.

Supposedly. 

("Does my mom really pay you to watch me?" Dustin asks a while later, when the other brats are distracted. His voice is painfully honest, and softer than it normally is. 

"In food, yes." Steve says, because he’s not that much of an asshole--and maybe, because Dustin is truly his only friend right now.

Steve honestly looks forward to those Thursday dinners, helping Ma Henderson and having her fuss over him in a way his parents never had. 

In a way no one ever had. 

Dustin lands a solid kick to his ankle, making Steve curse. "That's not payment you ass!"

"Ow, God Dustin--" 

"Just admit you're my actual friend, you dick!" 

"Language! I swear your mom stole you from wolves, you animal--" Steve swatted at him. 

Maybe, possibly later, he will go on to admit that yes, Dustin is his friend. 

He will even agree to making up a stupid handshake for it. 

It involves lightsabers and gore at least, which Steve insists is very cool.)

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We will never go back.. / Endgame Blurb 🌧️

Pairing: Jason x Elizabeth

Featuring the chillest godson, Rei Stark

Extra characters mentioned: Tony, Natasha, Pepper, Steve, Carol Danvers, Morgan, Ava and etc

——

Thanos snapped.

We lost.

Now we’re stuck in Avengers Compound watching the panels of people who were dusted off or body not found yet.

There were immediate reports of casualties among the country and civilians running wild.

But at the moment Jason couldn’t care less about that. Half of his family were lost in space, for weeks now, with no signals communication from any kind of satellite or aircraft.

Natasha placed a hand on his shoulder as he gently half smiled, as he hasn’t been seen moving from his seat in the main area in hours. Bruce and Thor were off somewhere in the house, Steve was in the bathroom and god knows where the others are.

He felt a little numb. And who can blame him? He had been punched repeatedly by aliens just a couple of weeks back, his body aching from misery, his eyes swollen from starvation.

He just needed to know they were alright…

Suddenly a rumbling sound was felt across the whole compound, blaring lights from above the ceiling windows and gasps from the hallways. Jason rushed to his feet following Natasha out the door onto the yard, noticing the others just behind them. As he looked up, he saw it. An aircraft being carried down by a blonde beacon of light.

An instant sensation of fear and relief came over him as the ship landed then opened up, watching Tony stumbling out, as Rei followed behind him just as weak and tired. Steve rushed over to Tony and Jason did the same for Rei.

The young brunette fought him off being held upright, as it seemed he was battling a serious wave of thoughts, but it was evident that Rei was basically going to pass out, despite fighting the urge to give up. After a moment of muttering and grunting a few words, he fell into his godfather’s arms like when he was a child whimpering softly as Jason held him close.

His mind didn’t even register that one Stark was missing from the mess.

His wife, as he assumed she was behind Tony and being held upright by Steve for support. But she wasn’t, he didn’t need to think twice about it to know she was dusted like the rest of them…

———

He spent the next couple of hours, playing physician with Rhodes, cleaning up both Stark’s wounds properly, getting them something to eat and replacing their IVs regularly.

They needed rest.

He was only half listening to the radio, he was barely paying much attention to his fellow teammates talking to catch every word or whistle given. He rolled his eyes at Tony’s wordsmith of a tongue, Rei shared the same sentiment apparently.

He didn’t even given himself a chance to properly defend or process the fact that his wife was gone. He lost her twice, once to the damn ice block and the other to a damn mad titan who looked like some rotten plum.

Great going Underwood…

Rei brought him out of his thoughts.

Jason was sitting on the edge of the young man’s hospital bed, playing with his thumbs after delivering him a bowl of orange slices. He looked up to see his godson eating his fruit, poking him with his foot to catch his attention.

“You’ve been awfully quiet since I got back.” Rei said softly, his voice still a little heavy.

He scoffed, “No kidding. I was worried about you.”

“I am 23 years old, I can take care of myself, thank you very much.”

“Yeah, right, sure.”

“…okay i did not expect to be stuck in space with some blue girl and dad for half of the time..but still.”

“Or getting our ass handed to us by some ailen freaks.”

“Since when did you fight ailen freaks? Your retired!”

“While you were space, I had to suit up..”

Rei looked up from his bowl once again as it clicked, seeing the bruises and scab cuts on his godfather’s face. He was fighting with his bow and arrow against some of Thanos’s forces, in his green suit once again. He only seen the suit come out once during 2015 Ultron attacked but seen it hung up over the years.

He would never admit it but when he was a child, he even played around with the green mask he wore for the custom piece of clothing. A part of him wishes he got to see it again in action and roast his godfather for it later.

“Don’t start.” Jason said, pointing a finger toward his face.

“I wasn’t thinking about it..” Rei replied quickly, “…are you still hurt?”

“Define hurt.”

“Bullshit answer.”

“Heh yeah..we all lost something here when Thanos freak face showed up..”

“..yeah.”

Rei and Jason were similar when it came to traumatic events in their lives. They will always chat about it and use humor to deflect the thoughts, but most of the time keeping the conversation neutral. And with the recent turn of events, they didn’t even needed to talk about it too much. Only that it hurts.

Jason knew he lost Peter and his younger sister, Olivia. As of right now, he only got Ava at the moment when it came to siblings, as she was somewhere in the compound doing god knows what. Yet, he still had his friends in a way.

“..I uh, I’m sorry about Ma..” Rei said after a brief pause, referring to his godmother, “..she um..”

“It’s okay..I will deal with it later..” Jason said stopping him midway, knowing when it came to approaching a subject like this, it wasn’t natural for his godson.

“..you sure? I mean..you kinda lost her twice here.”

“Thanks for the sucker punch to the gut, bud.”

“I’m not good at this, you know that…well you should know she kicked some serious ass.”

“I bet..was she mad at any one of us?”

“No. I don’t think so..she was mainly mad at the wizard guy and the blue girl’s friend..uh, Star Lord.”

Two of them let out tiny chuckles at the thought of Elizabeth Stark coming up with snarky remarks and give out her iconic glares in annoyance as if they were free handouts. It didn’t last long, because soon enough their faces returned to the neutral tones of pain and frustration.

But at least there was some kind of humor in the affair of this whole situation.

———

5 years later…

To say Jason was a little better was an insult to his own heart. Yes, he was outright heartbroken and closed off from half of the world, as his depression was higher most day than others. The thought of losing his wife and friends still haunted him.

What was he thinking?! He missed his wife so god damn much! The night he found out she was dusted, he pushed it all down and threw himself into working on helping the others instead. It ate away at him for days, not sleeping nor eating as much as he should have been, sitting around looking out at the window with a glimpse of hope in his eyes that she was still alive, was gone.

He cried himself to sleep that week. He made it worse for himself listening to her voicemail and any conversation in his inbox. Twice he lost her, twice he got the message that she was gone with no body to burn or funeral arrangements given for her.

You would think with all the people he lost, Jason would be used to it by now, but no.

Everytime he gains something, he loses something in return. Or vise versa. It was this unfortunate circumstance that played in his head.

He did have some lights in his life though. He still had Pepper, Tony, Rei and Ava. And his latest addition being Morgana H. Stark.

Morgan was everything he wanted and missed when it came to his godchildren. He missed them being little. He knew Tony missed it a lot! She was the only one who called him, ‘Grandpa’ and he allowed it. She acted like Tony in her eating habits but so kind like Pepper with the way she treats others. Her older siblings loved her to death. Somehow she inherited Rei’s sassy attitude.

He could see features in her face that somehow reminded him of Liz for some reason. Her dark loose hair, her soft shaped nose, and even the way she giggled. She was pure Stark.

He would sometimes wake up to Morgan sitting on his chest and saying a soft ‘Good morning!’ As he slowly open his eyes and smile, tickling her belly and putting her down on the floor for she can go to the bathroom and he can get five more minutes of sleep. He knew Rei would handle his baby sister for a little while longer before the other adults got ready for breakfast.

His morning would start with him wearing his sweats all day, drinking coffee and donuts, sometimes he forgot to eat an actual breakfast until Pepper reminded him. He got better, having breakfast every day, but kept his coffee habit and watching Saturday morning cartoons as a comfort for him. Then he would crawl back into bed around 11am to nap.

And wake up around 12:35pm that afternoon.

Laziness would take over, as he would spend his time on the bench outside the front porch and just sit there in silence. Sometimes he would change out of his sweaters and sometimes he won’t. Jason would bring out a set of pens, pencils and other items to doodle in his notebook. Sometimes Pepper would join as she watches the kids play with each other.

Tony was either at work or at home tinkering in the garage with some new item he bought up from his mind.

Other times his mind would wonder off to Lizzie, especially if Morgan asked. She was 5 years old and never met the woman, unlike her older siblings have. Jason would hear Tony saying that she reminded him off Grandma, Elizabeth Stark, as the little girl would giggle.

If Jason was caught watching old videos tapes or looking over old photographs (mainly Pepper’s idea to keep him out of bed for the day, god bless her soul for trying!), Morgan would somehow find him and ask so many questions.

The man would at first hesitate to talk about or even retell the background story of the video tapes Morgan would point to on screen. He never had to explain anymore, since most people in the family knew as much as possible about him. But then he would remember she was only 5 years old and didn’t know any better.

So like anything in Jason’s life he would suck it up like he always did, take a deep breather and smile, before talking about the topic at hand. Even if he wasn’t in spirits to do so, he did it.

And in some way, it helped, telling his younger granddaughter—goddaughter, about her grandmother/godmother. As Morgan would giggle, point to things he didn’t caught onto before and go on a mini rant about what she newly discovered.

It made him forget about the fact that he lost so much weight and time theses last few years. It felt like someone click the rewind button on his life story and allowed Jason to breathe in the fresh air.

Yes, it hurts as the world feels bleak and the pain of losing someone feels like a burden, an open wound that no one took time to sew back together…but sometimes it wasn’t so bad.

Again, he will always lose more than he chew and gain something entirely different in return…

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