#especially with the super pale Bruce as his dad

[unmotivatedwrit3r]

PSA that people need to stop spelling Damian’s name “Damien,” especially if you’re up in arms about him being whitewashed

Now I will say that I’m not fluent by any means in Arabic, but I have begun studying it to bring myself closer to my culture, and am thus now very familiar with the alphabet. And by learning the alphabet, I have learned that there is no “eh” sound in it, much less a vowel that directly translates to “e” when anglicized. The vowels in the Arabic alphabet are primarily “a,” “o/u,” and “i,” so it needs to be spelled Damian to be an accurate translation

In Arabic, it’s spelt داميان

That is to say: the letters d, aa, m, ii, aa, n

Hence, Damian

I would also like to ask that people please don’t equate being pale with whitewashing. I’m as Arab as Damian is but my family is on the paler side (edit: even with strong olive undertones and other ‘traditional’ features). And we’re still Arab

[quotidian-oblivion]

For those of you who know me, you know that writing is my forte. I'm a fanfic writer not a fanfic artist. But! I'm taking a break from reading and writing any fics because of irl stuff SO I decided to try my hand at drawing.

I remembered a fic I read by @a-canceled-stamp which was one of the first fics I read on ao3 and so I blinked and not only was it 2am, but this happened too:

(Ignore how Tim looks like a pale mushroom i'm just starting out and need way more practice I tried my best-) He broke his arm :(

Turn your brightness up for this one!

I'm super proud of the tree especially:

Oh, and here's the fic!

Summary: Okay, fine, no, this hadn’t been part of the plan. This was in all honesty as far away from the plan as one could get. At least the grass was soft.

I LOVE the good dad Bruce in here, it makes me feel so warm and fuzzy inside

[hart269]

Bereaved

Pairing : Bucky barnes x sister!reader

Summary : How many times is it possible to lose someone.

A/N : So my brain had an idea; and here it is.

Masterlist

Finding hapiness in the most difficult of times, was a saying people in the difficult times would be annoyed to hear, but it is a necessary one to live life, especially if you have someone to live it with, because alone it becomes harder as you go.

Life was happy in the 40s even if there was a war going on, but there was a war going on, and it took him away from her. Her older brother Bucky didn't enlist but was drafted to fight to protect the country. And he fought, bravely so, and was captured by the enemies.

She remembered getting the letter, which declared him probably dead and had condolences from the General, how he was on the front and how his sacrifice was not lost.

But then Steve saved him, he became Captain America, the country's hero. The sickly pale kid she knew who also acted like her brother, was now as big as his determination to free everyone.

Steve alone entered the Hydra base and destroyed it to ashes, after that he wrote her a letter alongside Bucky, that they were safe and alive, and would be fighting the war together from there.

Relief flooded into her as she completed reading the letter, but worry oozed as she realised they still weren't safe. So, she enlisted as a nurse, to serve, it was better than sitting home and worrying.

But fate was against her happiness for when she met Steve, and saw his guilty face, she was barely listening when she found out about how Bucky fell down the train.

She was angry, not at Steve but at Hydra, so she joined the group that would be working to find the remaining Hydra members. The soldiers fought bravely, each one served to protect, they had taken down the most but the Red Skull was still alive.

That was until the plane crashed and Steve went into the ice and was frozen in time. She and her team were captured but declared dead, so no one would suspect hydra being involved.

They were experimented and starved, tortured - both mentally and physically, very few survived. When her powers first came, and electricity oozed out of her fingers, she was frozen to let the powers develop.

Years later taken out to control it. She was forced to control and use it as their wishes. But it didn't work out for long, so she again was frozen, and when she was released, she was treated worse than ever.

And when they forced her to use her powers too much,she accidentaly absorbed all the current and it flooded out of her at once killing everyone, burning down the building, giving her a chance to escape, and so she did.

She ran and caught the attention of SHIELD, taken by Nick Fury, she joined the Avengers, fighting to protect the world from aliens first, then robots and then fighting Hydra.

She never saw herself as a super hero, she just felt like she owed the world, for she had powers while most didn't. So she payed the favour by fighting for them, she didn't stop fighting wanting to be like her big brother, deep down thinking she can never be.

But she had friends now, Thor was a great help in learning to control her powers, Tony was like a weird dad, so was Bruce. Natasha was like a sister who was probably the only one she told about Hydra. Clint was a good friend and Steve was happy to have someone from his past alive.

Her world flipped when she found out that James was alive, and her heart broke when she learned what happened to him, he was so close and she never knew, if she did she might have saved him from their clutches a long time ago.

She wasn't there to fight him, but Steve did, and the sadness on her face was visible when she found that Bucky left without a word, she knew he didn't remember anything and didn't knew that she was alive,

But she hoped that he would remember her, his little sister, whose hand he never left in a fair, clutched it tightly while crossing the road, protected her from anyone dare to hurt her, gave her his own sweets when she finished hers, hugged her when she was sad and didn't left her side.

Then Ultron happened and then the Accords, the Avengers broke up, she didn't sign the Accords and chose to become a fugitive, and now she was standing in the airport, the first one to arrive, anxiously waiting to meet Bucky after a lifetime.

He didn't knew she was alive, thinking she had died after living a life, if only he knew. She had requested Steve to not tell him about her, her powers or what happened to her.

She hadn't even told Steve everything just a run down which made no sense, but still better than opening up old wounds. She took a deep breath when she saw the small car arrived.

Steve got out first, Bucky couldn't see who was infront of him from the backseat but when he got out he couldn't believe his eyes, he felt like it was a dream or a nightmare from his mind to torture him again, this couldn't be real but it felt real but so did his nightmares. He took slow steps towards the women the same pace as she did.

"Y/N" he questioned his voice hoarse staring at her as if she would disappear if he looked away.

She nodded, with teary eyes before he ran towards and llifted her, spinning her around, "It's really you, you are real" he whispered cradling her face.

"It is me" she whispered before they hugged again.

"But how" he wondered as they pulled away.

"I'm a vampire" she joked with a serious face making Sam snort who was listening leaning against the car.

"What" he exclaimed in shock.

"No, I'm joking I'm not, it's a long story and we don't have that much time now" she explained.

"Okay, later" he sighed just happy to have someone he loved alive and not scared of him.

"Later" she replied hugging him again.

And then the fight happened, fighting people she once considered family and then Bucky was sent to Wakanda, to have his mind fixed. She had bittersweet feelings about that.

She didn't want him to go on another time wrap but she also knew it would be better if the winter soldier wiil go out of Bucky's mind, so he can finally have peace after years of torture. And so she stood watching him go into the icing machines as she called it, before going into the run.

She turned from a superhero into a Vigilante, now working outside of law, still fighting the bad guys while trying to run from the Government, sometimes teaming up with different powered people like Deadpool, Daredevil or Spiderman and many others.

But then the aliens came, and she was called into Wakanda, to fight a purple grape called Thanos, who was trying to remove half of the world's population. She was reunited with Bucky, he looked much happier and at peace without the fear that of the soldier, the black and gold vibranium arm was better too.

They fought, they did, but they lost when he snapped his fingers.

She watched as the people she once knew turn into dust before their eyes, but then she heard Bucky speak, "Steve, Y/N".

She looked back just as Bucky fell into the ground and only a small "no" could escape her mouth before she lost her brother again but this time, she just felt numb, staring into the ground where he once stood.

[darkfearsandkittyears]

Y'all, it's Whumptober! I'm super excited!

Okay, uh...funny story [and super embarrassing for me] I am a highly unorganized person, I have a calendar in my room, but it's so much easier to check the date on the huge calendar in the kitchen! So, I calculated the days till October in August, and promptly forgot to write prompts and outlines, [even though I pants most of my works].

Fast forward to today, when I see my mom writing down the October events. I was like, oh, she's just reminding herself for next month.

Then I realized.

I literally forgot that September comes right before October.

I literally thought that I had another month to plan ideas.

One of you come whack me on the head, I really need it.

Anywho, let's get on with the show!!

"Come on, Damian! Reach for it." Jason dangled Damian's bottle, inches from the baby's hands. Damian whined and stretched his arms out as far as they would go, attempting to snatch his bottle.  Jason smiled at the child. "Scoot forward. Like this." He demonstrated, pulling his body along with his arms.  Damian stared at him as if he'd grown a second head, then cooed a little.  "Yeah, it looks whack. But come on." Jason shrugged and put the bottle down, wagging Damian's little toy dog instead. On what planet did this qualify as a dog? It looked more like a deformed elephant.  The woman at the store had insisted it was a dog….he had to get Damian some more toys. All the parenting books said that babies needed good toys for development. "Come on buddy, get your..animal." Jason called. Damian laid his head on the quilt and sucked his thumb. Jason snapped a quick picture as the little boy nodded off, tuckered out by 'tummy time'. "Come on Dames, don't fall asleep just yet." Jason said, grunting as he got to his feet. The wound he'd sustained wasn't helping any, and the painkillers weren't working right, thanks to the pit.  Oh well.  "Come on kid, you can't fall asleep on your stomach." Jason rolled the sleepy baby over on his back. Big blue eyes batted up at him, laced with sleep.  Looked like Bruce, a little.  House of Wayne.  Once upon a time, Jason had wanted to use the kid as leverage...but this was a baby, and his brother. He'd realized that, but realized it a little late. Damian deserved to grow up, shielded from batdad's nonsense and in a world without Joker.  Godamn it, Talia was right.  Having a 'family' around him had cleared his head. And screwed up his plans. Majorly. But he wouldn't trade it for anything.  Besides, he'd nearly had Joker's brains splattered against the wall yesterday, right in front of Bruce's face.  He'd make them watch, make them all watch when he pulled the trigger on Joker. For himself. For Barbara.  For Damian. Maybe then, when Joker was dead, he'd present Damian to Bruce. Let Bruce wage war against the House of al Ghul while he and Damian ran for the hills. Then they'd double back and destroy both families. He couldn't kill Bruce, not until Damian was older. Jason was no Willis Todd, he was far from willing to force his brother into a life with no father. Picking sides would be Damian's choice, when he got older. But for now, it was Damian, Jason and Talia against the Joker and Batdad.  Not a hard fight.  Especially when Jason had the upper hand.  "We're gonna be just fine." Jason smiled down at the sleeping baby. "We're already winning." Damian's eyelashes fluttered, and he let out a tiny snore. Jason picked him up and transferred him to his playpen, then wandered out of the living room and into the bedroom that he'd converted into a gym.  A rumble of thunder burst through the room, and Jason paused, hoping it wouldn't wake Damian up. That was pretty loud, for thunder. The ground seemed to shake with the sound.  The pull up bar he'd installed yesterday clattered to the ground, and he flinched lightly as an image of a crowbar flashed before his eyes. It felt as if something had hit him in the back, but he chalked it up to imagination. He was probably imagining the fog around him too.  Some things Joker gave him, he could never get rid of.  But Damian began to cry, loud, hysterical wails that sent fear up Jason's spine. Another rumble broke through the air as Jason sprinted out of the room. A sickening crack ricocheted through the house, and Jason unwillingly moved to the left as something brushed his right shoulder.  A support beam.  "Damian!" Jason had never moved so fast, weaving past and through the falling drywall and wood. He was only feet away from the playpen when Damian's wails choked to a stop, as if someone had turned them off. Through the fog and falling objects, he reached into the playpen and curled around the child, shielding him with his body as he tried to find an exit.  Damian's body was limp in Jason's arms, not a cry or a coo. Jason risked a

glance at the child's closed eyes and pale, dust covered face. He shoved the blanket up to cover Damian's nose and rushed blindly into the direction of the doors. Behind him, a beam fell and what was left of the house shuddered.  An eerie feeling washed over Jason, settling right in the pit of his stomach. Everything went quiet, but Jason tensed, alert.  A hot burst of air slammed into his back, and he knew he'd been right to keep alert. Jason grunted as he was thrown into what was left of a wall, which crumbled, pinning his legs down. His mind fogged like a static TV, and he could feel warm air.  Fire.  Then realization hit.  Damian was no longer in his arms.  "Damian. Damian!" His throat was raw, coated in drywall dust and dirt. But he yelled on, hoping, needing to hear anything from the rubble.  But there wasn't a sound.  Jason pulled his leg from under the rubble and plowed through it to the best of his abilities, climbing over and under and around piles of garbage that had once been a house. There was an odd feeling in his leg, the only other thought that wasn't an urgent repeat of, "Find Damian!". But he quickly suppressed the feeling, because through the fog and dust and smoke, a tiny hand protruded from under a beam. Jason attempted to lift it, but couldn't. Damian was trapped under an air pocket, but any wrong movement would send it all crashing atop him.  A lever.  Jason searched desperately for a board or pole to use as a lever, but saw nothing. But then his eyes scanned over his own leg, and he had to look back at it.  His foot was quite literally facing the wrong way. The odd feeling vanished and became a sharp pain that nearly took his breath away.  Focus, Jason. The League had trained him as a sniper, and he was good at it. He excelled, even.  But all snipers knew how to do one thing. Hyperfixate. And that skill, with the help of adrenaline, might just save both his and Damian's lives.  Jason looked around the room once again, eyeing the position of the beam that Damian was under. If he could manage to get across the rubble, he could crawl into the air pocket and rescue Damian. Jason pulled his body up and over rubble, ignoring the extreme pain that was now burning through his body. At some point, that white agony would get the best of him, but for now, adrenaline was masking most of it.  "Damian!" Jason called again, nearly falling over a piece of wall. His broken leg slammed into a sheet of metal, which dislodged. The beam began sliding, and Jason screamed, unwillingly. He felt his legs propelling him towards where his brother lay, and he pulled Damian into his arms and cringed as the beam fell down around them.  "Damian...Dames." Jason panted as the dust settled, smoothing the dirt off his brother's pale face. The baby was too pale. He had to get him out of here. The falling rubble was controlling the fire, but smoke inhalation would kill them. And Damian had been unconscious for far too long, but there wasn't a single scratch on the child to evidence any injuries. Jason growled in frustration. "Damn it!" His entire body hurt, his leg most of all. Adrenaline was wearing off...the pain was mixing with the green light of the pit, and together they nearly blinded him.  Rage, and pain. Great combination.  He looked around for a way out. It was like a grave. Tight, and hard to breathe.  No Jason.  No.  His breath caught, and he knew he'd just screwed up. There wasn't enough air in his lungs, and he could breathe it in quickly enough. He clutched Damian to his chest and tried to get in a breath, to no avail.  Whimpers punctuated his breath, and the rational part of him could have laughed at himself.  But he couldn't. Whimpers turned to screams, and nothing made sense anymore. He screamed the only name he knew would come for him. "Bruce! Bruce, please!" He could hear his own screams dying out, feel himself losing a grip on consciousness. "Dad! Dad...Bruce…" His voice rasped into a whisper, and he gritted his teeth. "Batman! Dad! I need you! Please...please dad!"  Not a soul

stirred.  "That's right. He's not coming for you." Joker whispered sadistically.  Jason shook his head desperately, tears mixed with blood running down his face. "Shut up, you stupid clown! Please! Bruce. Bruce! Please!"  Like a miracle on Christmas eve, a ray of light shone into their prison, and a familiar shadow fell across Jason, along with another pound of dust. Damian wailed, and Jason shielded himself and the child against the dust, then spiraled into an exhausted darkness.  Four hours later, he pulled himself out of the pit of unconsciousness. "Dami?" Jason slurred, exhausted.  "He's fine, Jay. With Alfred."  That voice.  Jason made an attempt to bolt upright, only to find that he was secured to the bed.  "You have two broken legs, five ribs, son." Bruce muttered, undoing the restraints.  They must have given him some hefty painkillers, since he could feel nothing. "Call me son again-" Jason snarled, his voice cracked and dry. "How am I your son, if you had the nerve to let him live?! I gave you the choice last night, Bruce. Save me, or save him. You threw a batarang at my throat instead."  "Jason-" Bruce looked wounded, his jaw working with words he didn't know how to say.  "No! You don't get to "Jason" me. Not after what you did. You don't deserve to have your son."  "Jason."  Jason looked up at Bruce. "What?"  "I put a batarang in your throat?"  Disbelief surged through Jason. "You didn't know? All those years of aiming those damn things, and you didn't know?" Bruce's face was as stone cold as ever. "No." Jason had probably imagined the look of sorrow on his father's face. It wasn't like Jason meant anything to him anymore. "It only nicked me, lucky for you. Doesn't even matter, I'm alive. Surprising, isn't it? You wanted me dead and him alive. What, you got a crush on him?" He looked away, unwilling to meet Bruce's eyes.  "I hate him, Jason. I just can't kill him."  "You screwed me over Bruce. All this," Jason gestured to himself, "Is your fault."  "You have a son, Jason." Bruce said softly.  "He's not my son. He's my brother." Jason replied, tone dark. "He's your son."  There was a dead silence that almost resonated. Jason chanced a look at Bruce.  For once in his life, the man looked truly stunned.  Did he break him? "Bruce…?"  "Talia's child?" Bruce whispered.  "Yes." A sudden whim forced him to add, "And you can't have him. You're not going to get him killed too." "I wasn't going to make him a Robin."  "Cut the bullcrap, Bruce!" Jason screamed, startling both himself and Bruce. "Yeah, maybe I almost got us both killed, but I've never put a gun or a batarang in his hand and told him to throw it!"  Bruce hesitated before speaking. "It wasn't your fault. The city was destroying a building, and the explosion shook the foundation of other buildings. I couldn't get to you two as quickly as I should have. I'm sorry, Jaybird." Bruce sighed. Sorry. Sorry doesn't cut it, Bruce, Jason wanted to say. "Whatever, Bruce.", was all that came from his throat. "Not the first time you've forgotten me, anyways."  "If I had known-"  Rage surged through Jason. "Save it! Why the hell is he still alive? That's my only question. Why. Isn't. He. Dead? Don't kill him. Fine. But let me kill him. Look at Barbara! Isn't what he did to me enough?! When will it be enough, Bruce? When he murders Damian?" Hands gripped Jason's shoulders, and he stopped his tirade. "Son…" Bruce began, then stopped. Jason could feel his face crumple, not a word slipping past his dry lips. "I can't kill him, Jason. I can't let myself go off that edge. "You failed me, Bruce. When will it be enough?"  Bruce didn't answer. Jason swallowed against the knot in his throat and spoke roughly. "I just want him dead. All I ever wanted was to make you proud...then you left me with him. That, the abandonment, it doesn't even hurt anymore, but I wanted you to kill him. For me." Jason's face twisted into a scowl that thankfully repressed the tears. "Make him die." He spat. "I can't, Jason. I'm sorry Jason. It's meaningless, but I'm

so sorry." Bruce looked physically pained.  He's acting, Jason told himself. "If you're sorry, don't let him hurt anyone else."  "I can't promise that."  "I know you can't. But I can!" Jason yelled, finally. But instead of his rage getting the best of him, it all just evaporated. He felt nauseated, as if someone had punched him in the gut. But all he vomited up were words, words that he shouldn't say. "All I ever wanted was to make you proud...then you left me with him. I don't care about that...but didn't you care about me?"  Bruce's expression darkened to something that Jason had never seen before. "I put the Joker in a body cast for a year. That permanent limp he has is evidence of it. I couldn't bring myself to murder him, because in his dead eyes, all I saw was myself in him. And it was all too peaceful. He tortured you for months. I'll torture him for the rest of his life." Bruce said the words like a vow, determination lacing his tone. Jason stared straight ahead in shock. Silence settled over the room.  "You-when was Joker dead?" Jason finally asked, almost dreading the answer.  "Dick killed him when he found out what happened. I couldn't let him live with the remorse, so I revived him." "Dick….killed him." Jason repeatedly slowly, almost dumbly. He wanted to feel anger that Bruce had brought the damn clown to life, but he couldn't.  "He always had a temper." Bruce said lamely.  Oh great, both of them were shutting down their emotions and verbalization. "Didn't think he'd go that far." "I did. He loves you, Jason."  "Don't talk to me about Grayson. He managed to do what I've been trying to do." Jason managed a rough laugh. "Isn't it funny, Bruce?" Bruce only stared at him, a near pitiful expression on his face.  It wasn't until Bruce hugged him that Jason realized that there were hot tears streaking down his cheeks. Slowly, Jason hugged back, blinking back the stinging wetness of his eyes.  This, all this 'emotional seminar with the Batman' was a total mistake. So Jason let go of Bruce and pushed him a little to regain personal space.  Bruce unsurprisingly was fine with taking back his boundaries. "You're doing alright, Jaylad. You took in a son that wasn't yours and you're raising him."  "I took him in for all the wrong reasons." Jason bit his tongue. "And what are your reasons now?"  "Touchè."  Parents...and adoptive older brothers make mistakes with kids. They fail them and screw them up. But Jason's mistakes with Damian could be fixed.  Jason couldn't. Not until the clown died. "You can always make the present better than the future." Bruce said.  Dammit, old man. "Whatever." Valid points.  Very valid points. "Who else trained you in manipulation?"  Bruce just looked confused. Either this was more manipulation, or Bruce being bipolar by the days.  Whichever one, Jason would try his luck. It was a mistake, destined for disaster.  But he just couldn't help himself.

[alecmagnuslwb]

But Please Don’t Bite - @doubleredweek Day 6

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The number one rule about the Bats is to always, always stay away from their fangs. It’s no secret that despite Bruce’s strict no killing rule they’re the most lethal of the pseudo super families.

The rule especially applies to the Arrows, wolves and vampires don’t mix; they tolerate each other at best. The years of petty bitching between Oliver and Bruce at every Justice League meeting should be proof enough of that.

Roy Harper however never found a rule he didn’t at least want to tamper with. Befriending Dick Grayson, a creature of the night not a creature of the hunt, had been his big teen rebellion, but oh boy that’s going to look like he stole a pack of gum and promptly returned it immediately out of guilt in comparison to this.

Because right now Jason Todd’s fangs aren’t just within spitting distance which he knows Oliver would consider risky enough, they’re pressed right up against his throat.

Roy’s not totally sure how he wound up here, not that he’s complaining in the slightest when Jason’s lips travel down to the base of his neck his fangs slipping out the tips just barely grazing Roy’s pale skin.

Teaming up with Jason in the first place had been an accident, a wrong place wrong time incident that Batman’s most complicated son helped him out of. From there he’d just kind of stuck, Jason didn’t necessarily need the help, but he didn’t turn it down either and Roy couldn’t seem to stop. It was fun working with someone whose style wasn’t exactly like his and Jason’s wry sense of humor and handsome face were nice to be around.

There was just something captivating about Jason that Roy couldn’t seem to step away from even though every lesson he’d ever been taught told him he should. Captivation quickly turned into a crush, a silly unrealistic crush a werewolf had on a vampire, which quickly then became something more. Roy found himself in so deep, so quickly he knew no matter what they were, no matter if Jason felt more than obvious mutual attraction to him, he was going to be sticking around for a long time.

So, here they are now with months’ worth of tension spilling out in a cold, dark alleyway with a pile of unconscious drug dealers stacked up on top of each other not ten feet away.

“Jaybird,” Roy says just as he nips at the delicate skin of Roy’s jaw, not quite enough to break the skin and draw blood but damn near close enough. The action makes him think of the speech he got from Oliver years ago, a warning about remaining on guard whenever a Bat was around.

“Just because he’s been training them all for years to reign it in doesn’t mean they aren’t creatures of habit,” he’d said. “They’re connected to their base urges just like we are. We can’t resist the moon when we lose focus, they can’t resist blood when they do.”

He groans, he really doesn’t want to be thinking about Oliver right now, and damn if Jason doesn’t seem wholly focused anyways.

“Don’t worry,” Jason says pausing his trail along Roy’s neck in favor of kissing him once, biting at Roy’s bottom lip when he pulls back. “I won’t bite,” he pauses again placing a slow gentle kiss on Roy’s jaw. “Unless you want me to.” He winks once at Roy before gently tilting Roy’s head to the side slowly working his way down the other side of his neck.

And sweet baby Jesus Jason bleeding him dry is the least of his worries he’s gonna die on the spot from his lips alone.

“No really Jaybird,” he says making absolutely no attempt to put a stop to it when Jason grips his waist tight and pulls him in closer pressing the length of his body right up against Roy firmly pressing him into the wall. “We should,” he pauses struggling to get through his intended sentence when Jason does something particularly pleasant with his tongue. “We should talk about what’s happening here.”

Jason pulls back his face still dangerously close to Roy’s. “I thought it was pretty obvious what was happening here.”

Roy huffs a little laugh reaching out a hand to delicately hold Jason’s sharp jaw. “I don’t mean this, this. I mean this in general,” he explains waving his other hand between them.

“So clear,” Jason says flashing his fangs a little when he smiles.

“Jay,” Roy says seriously, his words may be unclear, but Jason knows exactly what he means.

Jason sighs tilting his head up into the night air the glow of the moon, just a few days away from Roy’s time of the month, catching on the scar along his eyebrow and the white streak in his hair illuminating them. The motion causes Roy’s hand to slip down to Jason’s neck still holding lightly.

“You mean how vampires and werewolves aren’t supposed to mix and how your dad fucking hates my dad and they’ll absolutely both lose it if they find out about us?” Jason says his head tilting back down to look Roy in the eyes. The usual blue of his eyes is halfway gone being swallowed up by the vampire red that only comes out in anger or desire, a strange and mesmerizing purple line across them where the colors mix.

“I don’t give a fuck what they think, Bruce is always gonna be Bruce and let’s be real your dad just hates Bruce specifically, his issue isn’t with us,” Jason continues and Roy decides not to argue it. It’s technically true, Oliver doesn’t hate Dick or Jason or any of the other Bat kids but that doesn’t mean he’ll be thrilled if one of his kids starts sleeping with one of them. “Except maybe Damian, but Damian just kind of has that effect on people.”

Roy smiles amused, he actually kind of likes Damian as brash and rude as the kid can be.

“I guess they don’t really need to know if we start fucking in alleyways anyways, huh?” Roy says somewhat defensively protecting himself. He wants it to be more than just this, but he knows Jason isn’t exactly open to emotionally complex relationships. This might be all he’s willing to give. “Unless some siblings of yours catches us and blabs.”

Jason surprises him kissing him once on the lips light and soft not at all like the kisses they’ve been sharing since he punched out the last of the goons took one look at Roy and just pounced.

“You don’t have to do that,” he says and Roy just gives him an innocent look like he has no idea what Jason is talking about. Jason clearly doesn’t buy it. “You don’t have to act like this is just fucking in an alley. Which for the record we absolutely are not doing we may be nearly indestructible creatures of the night but I’m fairly certain there are some diseases down here that could very much take us both out.”

Jason leans forward touching his forehead to Roy’s keeping them close.

“I know I’m an emotionally stunted bloodsucker, but I’d like to try and not be with you,” he says closing his eyes. Up this close Roy can almost count every single one of his thick dark eyelashes. “Well the first part, can’t really do anything about the bloodsucking.”

Jason’s skin is cool to the touch just like it always is chilly fingers slipping under the edge of his vest. Roy’s warm hands stroke absentmindedly where they still rest on Jason’s ice-cold neck, it should make him shiver, should be such a contrast to the wildfire that always runs in his veins but Roy can’t feel it, he just feels warmer than he’s ever felt before.

“I’d say let me buy you dinner and then that sounds like a great plan, but you don’t eat,” Roy says with a chuckle leaning in once to press a quick kiss to Jason’s lips.

Jason snorts pulling back just a bit, but staying close. “How about you take me to blood bank?”

Roy nods pushing himself off the wall entangling his fingers with Jason’s. “A cold, clinical blood bank? How romantic,” he says swinging their arms back and forth as he drags them out of the alley.

He knows that sooner or later the fallout from this is going to cause an absolute shitshow incident between their families, but everything before and after that is going to be so much fun.

[lifeexperience]

Daminette December 2020 - white

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Jon caught his best friend several times by keeping close eyes on this french class. Especially on a blue haired girl whose laughter was always audible in the cafeteria. And he also saw his friend’s angry frown when someone tried to get closer to this same girl. Sometimes his knuckles turned white as some guy tried to flirt with her.

And no matter how super strong and invincible he was, he didn’t want to be the one who confronted Damian about his own feelings. Because, yeah, not everybody could read his friend’s mood, but he could see the youngest Wayne had a little - big - crush.

And Jon didn’t know what to do with this information. 

At first he thought about asking his mom. However if it gets into his mother’s ear later it will be heard by his father who will mention it to Bruce. Who is Damian’s dad and Batman himself. So his friend’s crush will be going through a thorough investigation. And Damian won’t be happy about it. And with him. Especially not with him.

The younger kryptonian sighed tiredly as he watched how his friend tried - the focus on the ‘tried’ word, - to ogle the Parisian girl. Again.

Maybe it will be better if he blurts out the oblivious and lets the youngest Wayne on his own warpath with his own superspeed. But the casualties? He looked around - some french, some schoolmate and of course the disgusting canteen food. It was worth a shoot.

“Easier if you ask her out.” he said casually.

Damian’s head spinned to him so fast that his neck cracked. “What are you talking about?”

Yeah, it’s bullseye.

“That french girl - if I hear it correctly, Marinette.” He bit another bite and chewed calmly as he wiggled his eyebrows. “She is really pretty.”

He watched with interest - and a little fear, - as his partner’s face paled a little bit and his heart got a rapid rhythm. Perhaps he inherited some journalist instinct from his parents, because these signs clearly showed him how completely head over heels in love Damian was.

As his friend would have started his tirade about Jon’s clearly ‘imbecile’ theory they heard a crash. Simultaneously the two turned to the source’s way. They with wide eyes watched how Damian’s girl hurriedly upped the pushed chair and amid frequent apologies she ran out the cafeteria. 

Her classmate, the blondie worriedly stayed behind and read something on his phone.

“What was that?” Jon asked dumbfound. 

“Where is she going?” Damian hissed in a hurry.

“How would I…?”

“Superhearing and X-ray vision you moronic alien!”

“Oh… of course!”

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@daminette-december2019-2020​

[yourmcu]

Wish You Were Here (i)

Pairings: Tony Stark x daughter!reader, Avengers x Stark!reader

Summary:

an Infinity War/Endgame AU where Tony Stark’s daughter (you) is one of half the population that vanishes in the snap, Tony finds out later on when he arrives back to Earth, devastated, then you come back like the others to help fight Thanos.

Word count: 2,030

A/n: (moved to the end of the fic!)

Warnings: angst, death, swearing, a lil soft!Nat in the beginning bc I love her, mentions of anxiety/anxiety

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Part 2

gif not mine! credits to the owner^^

You wanted to help in whatever was happening, you weren’t quite sure still, but it had something to do with the infinity stones and how you guys needed to find them before some guy named Thanos does.

It took a lot of convincing for Steve, Natasha and Rhodey (they were the ones more protective over you) to let you come, especially with Tony not around to scold you since he was in space.

“I’m coming with you guys whether you like it or not - no, I know what you’re gonna say, I can handle myself. I’m sixteen! Did you know Peter’s in space right now with Dad? Outer freaking space. You’re not the only one who has a suit, Rhodey-”

The argument ended with, “if something happens and I-” you dragged your thumb across your neck, “then it’s on me. None of you are to blame. Can we go now?”

So they didn’t have any other choice. You went to Wakanda with them to get the mind stone out of Vision and intend to destroy it afterwards.

Things got a *bit* out of hand though, there was an army of creatures - they’re from space, you assumed, working for Thanos - trying to get the stone. You fought alongside Sam and Rhodey, sometimes even fighting with Bruce who was using the Hulkbuster. You also helped the Wakanda tribes when they got overpowered by the creatures.

Even Thor came back to fight and he brought a raccoon and a tree with him.

The battle was going really messy, until - “Everyone on my position. We got incoming.”

You fly to where Cap and the team are, and there he is coming out of what appears to be a cloudy, blue grayish portal, Thanos himself.

“Cap, that’s him.” Bruce says as he hides you behind the Hulkbuster to shield you. He slowly walks over to the purple titan before saying, “stay down, [Y/N], alright?”

Did all of them suddenly forget that you, if not more, are stubborn like your father?

Because when all of them attack, you fly behind Thanos when he's distracted and wrap both your metal covered arms around his neck in stupid attempts to strangle him. He effortlessly uses his gauntlet to throw you back to the ground, knocking you out.

He eventually got all the stones, snapped his fingers when Thor failed to kill him, and left.

“What did you do?!”

“Where did he go? Thor, where did he go?”

“What’s happening?” You get off the ground as Bucky turns to dust. You look around and saw the air filled with the same dust, just from different people.

What the hell did that snap do?

People are vanishing, disappearing, are they dying? Why are they dying? You’re pretty sure you're panicking. Your lips start to quiver and you feel your chest tighten, making it hard for you to breathe.

Natasha notices right away. She's the one who could help you with your anxiety attacks besides Tony. She comes to you and places her hands on your shoulders, looking you in the eye. “Hey, it’s going to be okay, you’re fine, just breathe with me,”

You watch Wanda, one of  your best friends, turn to dust too which did not help in the slightest. What’s worse is when Natasha holds your hands to calm you down,

They start turning into dust particles.

“No no no no no no,” you grow weak, holding onto her. “Nat, I’m scared - I don’t - I don’t know what to-”

“Y/N, just breathe like we practiced, okay?”

You try copying her breathing but it’s no use. It doesn’t change the fact that you’re still fading away. You look at her, tears threatening to fall out of your eyes, “I’m so sorry.” She has no choice but to hug you tightly until you get dusted completely.

The Avengers just lost a kid. Not just any kid, for them you were special. You always supported the team no matter what. They couldn’t even imagine what Tony’s reaction would be.

When Natasha told Pepper of course she didn’t take it well.

You were Tony’s own flesh and blood (and some one night stand chic that we won’t mention anymore starting now), but Pepper helped raised you when Tony first took you in and treated you like her own. Sometimes you even called her ‘mom’.

She was so relieved when a spaceship came by the compound to drop Tony off - he looked weak and skinny - she didn’t know how to break the awful news to him while he was in that condition.

“I lost the kid,” he meant Peter. What he doesn’t know was that he actually lost two.

“It’s been twenty-three days since Thanos came to Earth.”

Bruce and Natasha keep looking over one another as images of the people they lost in the snap took turns popping up as holograms. Rhodey feels tense and keeps tapping his foot - nervous of what his best friend’s gonna do once he sees-

Tony abruptly stands up from his wheelchair. “Stop. Stop there.” (“Tony, you need to sit down,”) “No.” He stumbles over to a particular hologram, the one with his daughter’s face.

Y/N Stark.

The room is awfully quiet. Despite you telling them that it isn’t going to be any of their faults if something happens to you, they still feel responsible for you.

“Was anyone going to tell me?” He speaks softly. Too soft and calm for all of them that they remain glued to where they're standing, avoiding eye contact. He clenches his fists and sends a look to  everyone in the room. “You better not be shitting me I already lost Parker and I - I can’t - I can’t lose her. I can’t.”

“Tony,” Natasha says. “We couldn’t do anything to stop it.”

It's like being stabbed with his own blade all over again. She tells him everything that happened, how you got dusted like Peter, and Tony just stares blankly at your photo, looking very pale.

Tony takes a deep breath and pushes his glasses further up his nose, holding in  tears. Good thing his glasses cover it up. He mutters ‘okay’ over and over as he takes a seat back in his wheelchair. Steve hesitates to continue the discussion but Tony encourages him to go on, even though he feels like he was literally dying inside.

His mood definitely went downhill from there - Tony's furious with himself. Furious with them, with Steve, that he takes it out on the super soldier. By the end of it he's on the floor, passed out.

“Dad, come in, it’s [Y/N]. Everything alright out there?”

“Oh y’know, typical day in the city - pair of aliens came to visit again.” Tony sounded breathless.

You paused briefly. “...what? W-well, do you need help? I can help, and Peter’s probably on his way there - he just made a lame excuse and hung up on me so, I figured he sensed something was wrong.”

“Yeah. Stay where you are and when things get worse, find Pepper and get to safety.”

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

“Nope. Deadass serious. Stay out of this one.”

Tony opens his eyes and takes in his surroundings. He's transferred to a bed with the same wires poking his arm. He dreamt of his last conversation with you - before and while he was dragged to space.

“Hey, I’m still here, you know,” you cut him off while he was arguing with Strange.

“[Y/N]? How is this still connected?”

“I made the earpiece set myself - I guess it has really long range, huh?”

“You’re a nerd.” Tony cracked a small smile.

“Hi [Y/N]!” Peter shouted from a distance.

“Peter? You’re in space too? I’m so jeal-”

The line completely went out, guess the range wasn’t that long.

“Tony?” Pepper says gently. “You shouldn’t be up - it’s only been an hour since you passed out.”

He looks at her for a moment then returns his attention to the wall, eyes bloodshot. “Have I been a good father to her? ‘Cause I feel like she deserved more. Way more.”

“Of course, she loved you! Tony, [Y/N] loved you as much as you love her,” Pepper reassures, running a hand through his hair. “I know you’re upset but you really should be getting bed rest right now.”

He sniffles and gave a small nod, “okay.”

He closes his eyes again when she left the room and sigh, mumbling “goddammit kid,” before letting the tears flow down. Tony rarely cries. Barely cries. He usually keeps those stupid emotions in but this - the fact that his little girl is gone, it's too much for him. He realized never fully showed how much you meant to him and he regrets it.

Can't help but think that it should've been me Either way, I still wish you were here.

Fast forward to five years later: Tony now lived at a lakeside cabin with Pepper and their daughter, Morgan.

Moving on was better than to be sad and depressed for the rest of his life. That’s what you wanted for him anyway, to be happy.

So that’s exactly what Tony did.

He spent time with his family, made new suits which he enjoyed to do, living his life peacefully. That doesn’t mean he forgot about you. Sure the last few years were hard, he missed you every single day, but he had to face and accept it.

Tony moved your stuff from the compound and into a vacant room in the cabin. Sometimes he’d look through your crazy inventions, your journals that were filled with ideas for future gadgets and he hung up framed photos of you and him (some with Pepper) on the walls.

He told Morgan all about you. How awesome you were, how you were energetic and enthusiastic in everything you do, and how the both of you would be best friends if you two met.

“I wanna meet her,” Morgan says, looking at pictures of you.

Tony smiles sadly and looks at the photo of you and him. It was at your school’s science fair and your invention won first place (he remembered laughing at all the science teachers’ shocked faces because of your advanced gadget, way advanced than the grade you were in). Both of you looked really happy.

If a picture is all that I have, I can picture the times that we won't get back If I picture it now it don't seem so bad Either way, I still wish you were here.

“Someday, maybe.” He replies, giving her a warm smile.

Steve, Natasha and a new guy Scott visited him one day. They basically told him bringing back everyone who died in the snap was possible, hinting time travel.

Tony was torn. He didn’t want to risk losing what he had now, but bringing everyone back... that was something. Everyone in the universe that vanished, the other Avengers, the guardians he met in space, Strange, Peter, you.

That same night he thought about you, and Peter when he stumbled upon a picture of both of them. That same night, he figured out time travel.

“Hey legacy,” he chuckles a bit, remembering how you always frowned or pouted whenever he called you that. He likes that nickname on you though. “I... uh, this is just a little video. For you. Sure you won’t see this but... I like to pretend I could still talk to you. I miss you, a lot.”

“It’s been five years, hun. Morgan, your sister... you have no idea how much she talks about you. She wants to meet you someday,” he looks at the camera. “I know I can’t tell her the real reason why you’re not here with us, not yet, but anyway, ‘couple of old pals came to visit me. They want to try to get everyone back, that includes you.”

Tony sighs, looking away. “As of now I don’t know if we’re ever gonna pull off something like this. I figured it out, just a couple minutes ago actually. Time travel. It’s dangerous, very risky...”

“But we’ll see. We’ll figure something out. I hope to see you soon, [Y/N]. I love you.”

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so I’ve cut this lil idea into two parts - I’ll probs post part 2 soon right after this one - if everyone likes it of course :)

oh, and I listened to this song by Neck Deep while writing this, which is where I got the title too, you can listen here. (I also put in some lyrics from the song to the story, just because it fits well hehe)

[the-winter-smoulder]

What The Hell...

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Chapter Word Count: 1227

Warnings: Language! Mentions of Death, Panic Attack, Eventual Smut, Fluff, Angsty Goodness

Seriously... What the HELL?!

Since the defeat of Thanos, nothing has really been the same, especially not for Sam and Bucky.

Read Chapter 14 Here

Chapter 15:  What The Hell Was She Doing In Texas?

Y/n and Bucky were taking things slow. Not painfully slow, but a good pace. Training together, going out together, staying in together, talking about everything together. It had been a nice three weeks. It kept her going, and a little distracted. Things were good, and they wanted things to keep getting better and better.

Y/n now sat in the conference room with the team. She’d been cleared to go on missions a little over two weeks ago, and today was going to be her first.

“So,” Sam started, “It looks like we have some unusual activity in Texas. Three people have gone missing – a former S.H.I.E.L.D agent, and astrophysicist, and young enhanced woman with the ability to manipulate electricity.”

Sharon passed out dossiers on the missing individuals. As Y/n began paging through the folders, she stopped on the picture of the enhanced girl. She was so young, silver-streaked hair, pointed ears. She looked vaguely familiar. Y/n began reading the personal information on the next page.

“Shit!” she said, cutting Sam off mid-sentence.

“Something you need to share?” Sam asked, side-eying her.

“I recognize her. I trained with her. We called her Aurora. She can’t manipulate electricity – she has Photokinetic powers. Yes, she can shoot lightening blasts, but she can also send out concussive blasts, has super speed, and some invisibility powers.”

Clint paged through his folder, looking confused, “None of this is in here, Y/n.”

“Well, it’s a different timeline. She might not even know she has some of these powers yet, but she has the potential. She also has multiple personalities, so she can sometimes be difficult to control. You never know who you’re dealing with.”

“And you trained with her?” Bucky asked, wide-eyed.

“Yes. Steve, Bruce and Tony were working on ways to help her control her powers and her personalities. It was actually working really well. Aurora is actually one of the personalities... the one who showed most often. What the hell was she doing in Texas?”

“It’s unclear why she was there,” Sharon started, “But, Y/n, if you know her, this could really help us to figure out why she was taken. Do you know any of these other people?”

“Here - Bobbi Morse. She’s a biochemist, if I remember correctly, in addition to being a S.H.I.E.L.D agent. In my timeline, you were married to her, Clint.”

“What?!” Clint looked completely shocked.

“Yeah, sorry. Probably could have left that out... forget about it for now. Not important. I don’t know the astrophysicist, Melinda. I don’t recognize her at all.”

“Y/n! This is great! What else can you tell us about Bobbi?” Sam asked, “Strengths, weaknesses?”

“Um...” she trailed off, looking through the file, “nothing more than what you already have on her.”

“Damn, Y/n! You coming from another timeline is really coming in handy,” Sam smiled, slapping the table in front of him.

“So, anything else we should know about Aurora?” Bucky asked.

“Super speed, she can fucking fly! Shooting lightening blasts, and she can emit a calming light that can distract her opponents. But, like I said, she may not know about any of these yet. Actually, I’m willing to bet that she doesn’t, because she’s probably have used them on whoever took her. She could be dangerous if she’s unaware of these powers, especially with her now being under duress. They could manifest.”

“So, we have to be extremely cautious,” Sam said.

“To say the least. Do we know who took them?”

“Yes, that’s where we left off,” Sam said, smiling. “You really weren’t paying attention, were you?”

Y/n cringed, “Sorry, Dad.”

“It’s okay. As long as you’re not day dreaming, we’re good. It appears that Arthur Goddard, aka ‘Headlok,’ has them in a remote warehouse. Y/n, do you know anything about him?”

“Nope, blissfully ignorant, Sam.”

“Alright. He appears to have mind manipulation techniques. We still can’t figure out why these three women exactly, but we need to get to them as soon as possible so he can’t exact whatever plan he has in mind.”

“Mind control?” Bucky asked, his voice shaky.

Y/n looked at him and saw fear flash in his eyes. He turned pale when Sam nodded “yes.” As Y/n moved to grab his hand, he looked at her with a small smile. He wanted her to know that he was okay, but she was too smart for that.

“Bucky,” she said quietly, squeezing his hand.

Sam, completely unaware of the mood change in the room, finished his speech with a “Wheels up in 30.”

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Y/n knocked on Bucky’s door after getting her gear ready for the mission.

“Yeah,” Bucky yelled from inside the room.

Y/n opened the door to see him shirtless, all of his gear laid out on the bed.

“Bucky? Are you okay? You seemed a little...”

“Scared shitless? Yes,” he cut her off, chuckling to himself.

“Bucky, stop. Look at me.”

He finished putting a knife in his vest, and he turned to look at Y/n. He saw tears welling in her eyes.

“Hey... what’s... why are you crying?” he asked, softly, pulling Y/n in to his bare chest.

“I’m so sorry, Bucky. I know this timeline has not been kind to you. I know how you’ve been broken. I saw the fear in your eyes in there, and I...”

“Y/n, no. Don’t worry about me. Shuri got all of that Hydra shit out of my head. Yes, it freaked me out for a minute, but I know it’s all gone now.”

“Bucky, this isn’t trigger words they’re talking about here. Headlok can take over your mind without warning,” she cried.

“I know. And I'm scared. What if he turns us against each other? I don’t want to be in a position where I have no control. I’ve been there, and I fucking hate it. But, Y/n, I can't let that fear take over, and you can’t either,” he lifted her chin with is index finger, “I know you’ve got my back, and I've got yours. We’re prepared for this.”

“Okay,” she sighed heavily, “You’re right. Just... kiss me. In case something goes wrong... I need you to kiss me.”

Bucky leaned in for a soft kiss, quickly turning it into a needy, wanton kiss as he pulled her body tightly to his. Tongues dancing hungrily together as Y/n’s hand explored his hard chest and his soft hair.

Bucky broke the kiss, smirking.

“There’ll be plenty of time for that later. I’ve gotta finish getting dressed, doll.”

“Yeah... um... how much shit are you taking?! You have an entire arsenal on your bed.”

“Maybe you packed too light, my dear. Two guns? Do you even have a knife on you?”

“For your information, I have 17 knives on me. I’m really good at hiding them.”

“Where?! That outfit is skin tight...” he trailed off, blushing.

“4 in each boot, 2 on each thigh, 6 in my vest, and one in my cleavage.”

“Well, careful with that last one. I prefer you keep those ‘holsters’ intact for me, sweetheart.” Bucky said, pulling his shirt down and picking up his vest.

“Oh, damn!” Y/n replied, “You are a sassy one, aren’t you, Sergeant?”

“Honey, you have no idea,” he winked at her.

“Mmm, better get the rest of my gear. 10 minutes, Barnes.”

“Yes ma’am!” he replied with a smile and a smart-ass salute.

Chapter 16

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Betrayal Pt.2

Ship: Damian Wayne x Reader (Y/N)

Type: Angst

Requested: Yes, by anon. (Thank you for the detailed request that the one anon sent, I hope I did it justice!)

Words: 1 768

Notes/Warnings: Death. 

Hello guys, sorry this took so much time to write and also it isn’t the best sequel but I still hope you enjoy it! The transition might be a bit weird because I went from the end of Injustice 2, the video game, to Injustice Gods Among Us: Year 5 issues 25 & 26! Also, thank you for over 100 followers on this account!! More content hopefully coming soon!

Part 1

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You don’t know what had happened, it was like you had woken up from a weird dream, essentially. You were present and awake while everything was happening but it was like you couldn’t make decisions for yourself, couldn’t control yourself.

You saw and heard everything but your brain was reprogrammed to follow every order without question and full loyalty to Superman. You don’t really understand what had happened but you didn’t see Batman after a while and you wondered why, hoping nothing bad happened. You were answered when he showed up in front of you after a few weeks, delicately inserting a needle in your arm and carefully piecing apart the machine that was restricting you.

All at once you could feel your senses come alive and you instantly felt rage. Rage and sadness to be precise. The emotions had been pushed away inside of you for so long that it accumulated. The last emotions you felt before you were placed under Superman’s control.

It all went towards Damian and you knew that. Your heart pounded, hearing the beats in your ear as you remembered what he had done to you. While you were under, you saw Damian many times. He would come to you when he was angry or sad to complain or hold your hand. You were unable to move or properly respond but you felt sad seeing him. That and anger.

You knew he wanted the best for everyone but to take away your freedom from you and make you a slave was too far that you couldn’t forgive him.

You look at Batman as he steadies you as you regain control of your body. You don’t know how he managed to come back from this but he’s Batman so you don’t question it.

“I have to go find Superman first, he needs to answer some questions.” You nod and stretch to get used to the feeling of moving your body on your own. You quickly follow Batman as he quietly makes his way into position in order to attack Superman. You hide behind a wall and watch, the dialogue of their fight catching you up to date and what you missed as you were still under control.

The realization that Alfred was gone had made your heart drop and you hated that the first thing you thought of was ‘How is Damian?’. Then just thinking about Damian made your heart hurt in pain as you realized how angry you are at him.

As you peek out from behind the wall you see Damian at a distance, slightly afraid as he watches the two most prominent figures in his life fight. The sight was horrifying to look at, even for you. Seeing how far this war had come to made this situation worse. How far has Superman has gone to ensure complete control over the world?

Seeing Batman put up a full fight against Superman and keep up was so surreal. Superman laid on the floor in defeat after a full fight and he was covered in his own blood which surprised you. Batman started dragging him up by his cape.

“Dad…” You heard Damian speak up from across the room. Your eyes snapped to his form, he looked almost speechless at the scene in front of him. You once heard Damian tell you that Alfred had said that Superman would lose to Batman because Superman was afraid and seeing this might have made him feel something more for that statement especially since Alfred died for Batman’s cause.

Batman wrapped his arms around Superman’s neck, choking him as Superman looked beat up and out of energy. He looked up at Damian, his eyes full of grief and sadness.

“Is this what you wanted? For me to cross the line and become a killer like Clark?” Blood ran down Batman’s face as he looked straight at Damian for an answer. Their relationship coming to a different level of sadness as the father faces his son for confirmation.

“Are you willing to kill me to save him?” You could tell Bruce was genuinely asking because he knew Damian didn’t believe in his way of bringing peace but would he go all the way and rebel against him with death on the line, with losing his father.

“Without a second thought.” Damian didn’t wait before throwing a shuriken straight at Batman but Bruce caught it without a struggle. The sight was heartbreaking because even though they weren’t on the same side, they should still not go to the stage where they were willing to kill each other.

Superman was Damian’s new dad, a dad who shared the same ideals, a dad who didn’t blame him for Dick’s death, a dad that was not Batman. That’s why Damian was on Superman’s side, he wanted a father figure who would understand his way and that’s who he thought Superman was.

Damian started to crack his knuckles to prepare himself for a fight with the intent of killing this time. Bruce left Superman lying on the ground, struggling to gather energy. He then attacked Damian with a super punch, his body still fueled by the green pill he took. Bruce held back a little of his power, trying to make Damian pass out and not kill him (obviously). He knew Damian wouldn’t listen to him and won’t leave him alone until they fought so he tried everything in his power to get him out of commission for a bit so he can leave.

While they fought you heard a noise from the other side of the room. You look and see Superman slowly getting up from the ground and mustering up a bit of energy in order to attack Batman, getting into position to ram into him. Yo notice that neither Damian or Batman notice this and you could tell Batman’s green pill power was running out as he wasn’t pulling his punches with Damian anymore. You knew he would not be able to take on Superman alone, especially not with Damian coming at him with the intent of killing at the same time.

So you did what you thought was best in the situation. Enough of hiding behind the wall and hiding from Damian. You used the anger you felt and ran as fast as you could in between the punch coming to Batman’s back from Superman.

You actually had a whole speech ready for Damian, you were definitely going to teach him a lesson and maybe punch him a bit just to get even for all he’s put you through. You didn’t imagine that you wouldn’t even get to say a word to him.

The strength of Superman’s punch was way more than you could ever handle. You were in no means a super and you didn’t have a green pill to strengthen you up. You knew this was suicide when you stepped out behind the wall but you needed to do this for Batman, for the world.

The punch went straight to your face, you felt your neck crack as your head turned around from the impact. You knew that it was it for you. You were able to hear Batman and Damian’s footsteps running towards your body as you felt the life slipping out of you.

Damian’s face made its way into your vision, his face visibly pale and tears gathered up in his eyes.

“No, no way. Not you.” Damian cradled your body into his arms and Superman looked surprised at his own actions. His hands bloodied up and the reason as to why you lay here dead.

It wasn’t his fault though, he didn’t mean to kill you. He was supposed to hit Batman not you.

“This is who you’re siding with?” Batman’s last words really struck Damian but he was still trying to make up excuses for him. It was also the last thing you were able to hear before you fully left your body. The last few seconds of your life held in the hands of Damian Wayne, the person you loved so much but hated at the same time.

Batman ended up taking your body even though Damian had objected as you were his girlfriend but you were fighting Bruce’s battle, ended your life for him and he had to fight for you, make sure to save more people in your name.

“She wasn’t yours anymore Damian, not after you gave her to Superman. I could feel how angry she was when she came back.” Damian’s face dropped as he realized that he did lose you when he gave you up. How could he accept himself if he doesn’t try everything though?

“W-what about the Lazarous pit?” Damian suggests, his eyes wide as he looks at Bruce and Superman who realized they needed to put away their fight as your corpse laid in front of them. Flash and Wonder Woman had joined since then, ready to capture Batman before seeing your lifeless body in his arms. The shock of another death of a fellow hero, even if you weren’t on their side. A death is a death no matter who it is.

Barry put his hand on Damian’s shoulder for comfort as they all knew that the pit wasn’t a good option. Yes, you would come back but at what cost? Batman wouldn’t allow it anyways.

“It’s still an option, she can come back. I just have to tell-”

“Damian.” Batman’s voice cut Damian off. Batman knew the effects of the lazarus pit weren’t ideal and that you would suffer more coming back into this world after you met your demise. You had come to terms with it when you died for Batman and you knew you wouldn’t survive the attack.

Tears fell from Damian’s eyes as he realized that you were fully dead this time. No bringing you back, you weren’t there as a zombie, and you were definitely not fully conscious in his arms. Only a few moments ago you were there, breathing and alive even if you couldn't speak and act out on what you thought. You were still there in some way. Now you were totally gone.

Damian would always hold the responsibility over your death. He will always remember what he gave away for what he thought was right. Seeing your lifeless body after having to endure Alfred’s death not too long ago made him realize that maybe he was in the wrong. He should’ve been able to help you or save you.

He had killed you when he gave you away and took away your freedom and now you really are just dead.

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Thank you so much for reading, sorry this part 2 was so late and if it isn’t what you wanted. If there’s a different outcome you want, send in a request and I’ll try to do it!

[wonwoosthetic]

Feeling Wanted | Part One || Loki Laufeyson

MASTERLIST

WHO I WRITE FOR

PART TWO

This took way too long to post, so I’m really sorry, but I think this turned out pretty danging well if I say so myself ;)

Thank you to whoever requested this a while ago, I hope you and everyone who reads this will enjoy it :) <3

Request: I just read the Steve fic and I loved it 💓 So I want to make a request XD I don't mind how long it takes if is as good as the Steve one💝 Loki x Reader where reader is recruited by the avengers but she went through the same as the twins and nobody trust her so she is kinda depressed but Loki tries to be friends with her because he knows how it feels but he always had Thor so he wants to be that person to her, so they become best friends and then they start dating eventually the team come around

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Warnings: sadness, loneliness, unacceptance

Note: I decided to make this take place after Age Of Ultron, but all of the Avengers live together in the tower, Loki kind of lives with them, well sort of, he comes around every now and then, haha. Also, I’m going to be turning this into a two-part imagine, since I feel like I can write a lot to this request and I feel like two parts would be more convenient, I hope that’s ok :)

!I KNOW THIS IS SUPER SHORT - I PROMISE, THE NEXT PART WILL BE LONGER. I’M SO SORRY! I just wanted to get something up today, since it took me so long already.

Feeling Wanted | Part One

A little backstory, so you know where we are: It takes place after the events of Age Of Ultron, Peter left us (WHY?!☹) and Wanda stayed with the Avengers, who (in this imagine) already all live together in the tower. Loki is still alive (properly) and kind of lives with them as well. He can’t leave the building but somehow is never to be found unless he wants to be. Clint has his own floor (as does everyone) but is usually with his family on the farm to be the good dad that he wants to be😊.

Being the “new one” has never been easy. Neither for you nor for anyone. Already being the new kid in school was horrible, but you never had to experience that – the only thing you ever had to experience, was to be the new one in either an orphanage or asylum – depending on where those people thought you would fit in better. No, you weren’t crazy or something like that, you had powers, of course, no one ever believed you, that’s how you got in the different asylums. Right after that, the doctors thought you were “fine” and sent you to an orphanage, where mysterious people got a hold of you. How? Absolutely no idea. Those people called themselves HYDRA, from what you were able to hear every now and then, while you were captured. The experiments started shortly after, and… you had never known, a human being could survive the pain that you had gone through. Apparently, they wanted to somehow “gift” you with a mind-reading ability – things had gone wrong at the Avenger’s mission of saving you. The procedure wasn’t able to get to the end, as someone unhooked you from all the wires and injectors, you had been attached to. What powers you had then ended up with, were yet to be discovered. You can’t remember a lot of what happened, but one of the things was that after getting abducted from your “new home”, you got saved, by possibly one of the nicest men you have ever met – he only wanted the best for you and took you under his wing. His name was Clint Barton. Apparently, he had done that before, for two other parentless children, twins. Yet, he had to go back to his family, where Clint didn’t want you to go with him, since, in his opinion, you would be safest in the Avengers Tower surrounded by the newest high-tech stuff AND superheroes. Oh, how wrong he had been. No one wanted you there… at least that was how you felt.

Waking up, you could already sense, that something was not right, nothing new, to be honest. You got out of your bed, that you still had to get used to and exited the room. As you walked into the hallway, you could hear Bruce talking on the phone to someone yet unknown, in the living room. “You don’t get to have a talk in this because you’re not here!” His voice was filled with rage as he was trying to explain something “She doesn’t even know who she is, how do you expect us-“, as he started, he got interrupted on the other line. Another pair of footsteps started making their way into the room, where Bruce was. “I’m gonna go, Rhodey’s here… Yeah, bye”, he ended the phone call annoyed “Yeeaah, bye.” Rhodey was, as you came around, one of Tony’s closest and oldest friends. He was quite nice, you enjoyed his company. “What are you screaming about, big guy?” He started a conversation with the guy that can turn green. “I wasn’t screaming!” Bruce shouted and cleared his throat as soon as he realized that he, in fact, had been raising this voice. You were able to feel Rhodey giving the other man a knowing look, but shook it off, as it was something you had never felt before. “I was just talking to Clint”, he rubbed a hand over his face and waited before continuing “We can’t keep her here. She doesn’t know what’s going on – we don’t know what’s going on with her. AND she’s dangerous!” “Hey! Don’t say that, especially you. Sorry, but you can’t know that you didn’t even give her a chance.” “I don’t need to give her a chance!” “But look how Wanda turned out!” The man who fought in the War Machine suit defended you. “AND LOOK HOW PIETRO TURNED OUT!” The comment of Bruce shut the both of the Avengers up.

“You know, eavesdropping is rude”, a rough voice appeared from behind you, making you jump. A pale, black-haired man was right next to where you were standing, looking at you with a smirk. “Who are you?” You asked quietly, yet curiously. “Well, my dear, I’m Loki, the-“, “Thor’s brother?”

You interrupted him and right after your comment, he rolled his eyes. You noticed his annoyance and decided to excuse yourself, not wanting more people to hate you. “I-I’m sorry… I just… I-I heard them talk about you, once.” You weren’t really able to look the God of Mischief into his eyes, you had no idea why. “No need to get so shy around me, darling.” The cockiness was thick, not only in his voice but also in his accent. After clearing your throat, you crossed your arms over your chest in a defending manner “I’m not.” Loki kept a smug smirk on his lips, confident as always, but decided to let it slide “What are you doing here? I’ve never seen you around.” “I’m the new unwanted one”, raising one eyebrow and tilting your head, you started walking away. A laugh echoed from behind you “Of course”, making you stop in tracks. “What’s funny about that?” You probably sounded confident, but on the inside, you were shaking – your anxiety and insecurities pushing through. “You think you’re unwanted?” It was his time to question you. Thinking, Loki wanted to make fun of you, tears started prickling in your eyes “You don’t have to rub it under my nose. I understand”, you wiped your nose with the back of your hand. Loki looked concerned for a second but turned into the cocky, self-assured god. “And that would be?” Crossing his arms over his chest. You couldn’t believe, just what a jerk the man in front of you was, so you snapped. “NOBODY WANTS ME HERE! NOT BRUCE, OR STEVE. NO TONY, NOT EVEN THOR”, Loki was about to correct you, but you went on “NATASHA ISN’T TOO FOND OF ME EITHER, AS WELL AS WANDA! THE ONLY PEOPLE THAT ARE AT LEAST TRYING TO GIVE ME SOMEWHAT OF A CHANCE ARE RHODEY AND BUCKY!” All of the anger that had been bubbling up inside of you for the last couple of days that you had spent in the Avenger’s Tower. Tears started streaming down your cheeks, that didn’t go unnoticed by Loki. He cleared his throat and pointed at something behind you. Turning around, you came to sight with half of the Avengers, looking at you with a mix of shock and confusion. You weren’t able to think straight anymore and decided to run back to your room. The God of Mischief’s eyes followed your figure until you suddenly disappeared. The superheroes looked at each other in disbelieve. “Did she just-“, Tony started, “She disappeared”, Bruce finished, not believing what they had just witnessed. Loki realized what you were talking about before and turned to the rest in anger “If any of you mewling quims ever just look at her in a wrong way, you WILL feel the actual power I have. She is broken.” He left the group and followed you before Natasha started “He just-“, and Rhodey finished this time “Acted nice”, but the others had a different ending to the sentence “Showed emotions”, was Bruce’s answer, “Walked away from us like that”, was Tony’s. “Is no one going to talk about the fact that (Y/N) just vanished in front of our eyes”, Steve wondered, looking at his team wide-eyed.

The moment you got back into your room, you smashed the door close, but noticed something… well, technically nothing. Literally nothing… because your HANDS WERE MISSING. You let out a high-pitched scream, looking at where your hands were supposed to be. Loki stormed into your room, looking for you. “(Y/N)?” “What do you want?” You weren’t in the mood to talk to him. “(Y/N)? Where are you?” He looked around the room confusingly, apparently not seeing you sitting on the bed. “What are you talking about I’m right here! I’m not in the mood, Loki. MY HANDS ARE GONE!” As you looked down, you came to the realization that the rest of your lower body and arms were invisible as well. “(Y/N), I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but… you are invisible”, he tried explaining. “WHAT IS HAPPENING?” You started to freak out even more. “Alright, calm do-“,”DO NOT TELL ME TO CALM DOWN!” Your mood swings were unbearable, but in context with the situation, you had been in, understandable. “YOU HAVE TO, OTHERWISE I CAN’T SEE YOU!” He shouted right at you. You knew he was right, so you started trying to breathe normally again and came to sight with your limps becoming visible again. “Great, now I’m a freak as well”, the tears started forming in your eyes again. “You’re not a freak, darling”, Loki approached you on the bed. You sighed, “I... I just want to...I want to feel at least a tiny bit normal.”

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Again, sorry, that this one is so short, the next one will be longer, I promise! :) I hope you still enjoyed it and a huge thanks to the person who requested it!

Hope you have a great day/night :) <3

[catch22inareddress]

My Soldier of Winter: Chapter Eight: One

One month.

That's how long you were gone.

One hour.

That's how many hours Bucky had of sleep within the past 3 days.

One nerve.

That's the last nerve that every Avenger had left as they searched for you across the globe.

An alarm sounded through the tower alerting everyone that new Intel had come through on your possible whereabouts. Everyone came flooding into the briefing room at a frantic pace nearly knocking each other down in haste. Dark bags accompanied the mass of sullen and pale figures, the most noticeable one was Bucky.

He was the embodiment of Bucky and the Winter Soldier rolled into one and he was a walking threat. Interns and agents alike avoided and scattered in his presence.  He had become a hybrid and no one could blame him, but even Cap had become weary and was borderline afraid of his friend and brother. Any moment he was fearful Bucky could snap and he loses him forever.

Tony was the first to speak and break the tension. "Bucky's dog tags were found. We finally were able to find a faint signal but still its something. They are in a base underground in the middle of bum fuck Siberia. Its a wonder we even..we even found her at...." His voice trailed off wondering what he would even find when they did find you.

Bucky remained silent as Tony and Steve threw out schematics and planned the rescue mission. Which they knew was also a trap, all odds were going to be against them but they had to try. Bucky stood up and everyone looked at him. For the first time in the month since you went missing, he had a calmness to him. He wasn't frantic or angry. He wasn't anxious or fearful, he was resolute and they weren't sure if this was more terrifying or not but they didn't have any choice.

"Say the words and give me my mission. With the plan laid out and all of us...with me as the..with me as the Winter Soldier. I'll get Y/N out alive. Wherever she is... I'll find her." He took his shaking hands and crossed his arms to steady them. Never had he willingly asked to become Winter but he would do it a thousand times if he could get to you. Make you safe. It was the easiest decision he had ever made and at least he had the luxury of choosing this time.

Everyone was silent and stared at Bucky unsure if they actually heard him correctly. Steve was the first to speak up, his voice breaking the silence almost as if it was glass shards cutting through the air like skin and causing pain to all those around them. Everyone winced at his voice. "Absolutely not! I won't allow it. We are a team and I won't let you. We can do this with you not the Winter Soldier!"

Bucky stood firm and was the only one who didn't flinch at Steve yelling. He was the only one seemingly immune to this irate and broken version of Steve before them.

Bucky just spoke calmly and the group knew that he had made up his mind, no matter what the Captain was going to say to try to sway him. "Steve, she's my girl. You would've done it for Peggy. I'm a super soldier sure, but I'm still just a man. But if I'm activated I'm an...immovable force. I'll kill every fucker in there to get to her without missing a beat."

Steve took three strides to Bucky. "You listen to me James---Over my dea---"

Tony interrupted. "I'll activate him."

Steve stopped and everyone observed a destroyed Tony. A man whose daughter was gone and who clung to the hope that the man who killed his own parents could maybe bring her back, even if she was damaged and hurt.  Bucky nodded at him with respect and admiration. They both knew that you were more important than anything else right now. You were the mission. He knew that out of everyone he could count on Tony. You were his daughter after all. Goddaughter sure, but daughter none the less. Through hell or high water, you and Tony would always agree on your safety and bringing out Winter was your best chance.

Bucky put his hands on Steve's shoulder to calm him when he was about to go toe to toe with Tony.

"It's my choice punk. Stand down. Once we have her just say Sputnik and put me under. She can bring me back, I know it." Steve's eyes were glassed over with worry and fear. He was afraid of that and of the fact that Winter didn't care about self-preservation and only the mission. Although at this point he knew Bucky would gladly give his life to ensure that you would survive. No matter the cost.

Tony and Bucky headed to Bruce's lab to prepare for the return of his darker half. They needed to prepare for him and how to put him under just in case Sputnik didn't work.

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You hung from the wall in a bra and underwear. The room was cool and damp but your skin was on fire from the lashings. They tried to get you to call Tony and give your location and beg him to get you but you refused, time and time again.  It had gone like this since you got to this hell hole. You kept thinking the first few days that they would get the signal and have the element of surprise then you realized that the signal must be damaged or untraceable depending on where you were being held. Now you just refused to give them what they wanted.

Thomas tried to act kind at first which made your skin crawl. He tried to entice you to be his lover and now he tortures you daily in hopes you will surrender and beg for the Avengers to save you. You knew he just wanted you because he had some fixation with Bucky and it made the situation that much more surreal. At this point, the dog tags hanging around your neck are a constant reminder of Bucky which keeps you strong. But they also remind you that you are so far off the map that they cant even find you with the tracker.

The door opened and you were jolted awake by the metal door boots as Thomas and his minion came in. You could see the blood all down your legs from where the lashes from the beatings were bleeding again from your movements, no doubt. If they weren't mindful you were certain to bleed out. The thought brought you peace which scared you even more, you didn't want to give up but you lost track of time and hope.

"Tsk Tsk. It is such a bother to me to see such a divine beauty all ragged and bleeding. Such a waste." Thomas cooed at your devastated state although you know it was for his own enjoyment of hearing himself speak.  He walked over to you and lifted your chin to look at him with a dramatic jerk of his long piano fingers.

"Even if your soldier came to you, I doubt he would want you anymore. Especially after I sent a message to them saying that we were lovers now and that you had betrayed them." He smiled at your look of horror and as the thought of him touching you the bile rose. He made you so ill that if you had eaten you would be sick all over him.

" He-He wouldn't believe such a thing." You looked into the bastard's eyes but you were so so tired and delirious your head fell. Was he trying to break you again? Was he trying to tear apart the Avengers? Break Bucky? He would do that, he would try to break Bucky and Bucky would go on a rampage, would he believe him though, that you would sleep with such a vile cretin.

"Wouldn't he? I mean HYDRA is capable of brainwashing to the highest extreme darling. Brainwashing you would be so very easy." He stood there in his expensive suit looking so arrogant and it just pissed you off. It brought out the ever-present Stark side of you just begging to show its side.

"IF that were the case you piece of shit, you would've done it already. So what's your next move pussycat? I'm not going to cave to you asshole, so fuck off. " You spat in his face and blood stained his tattooed skin.

A flash of anger flew across his face and then he composed himself quickly. "Well since you won't beg them to come I figure we will give them a little fire to ignite the anger. Perhaps a video of us torturing you will suffice? Maybe you can scream a bit while I cut you? Yea?" He took out a knife while another person came in with a video camera.

You became sick with the thought of Bucky or your dad seeing this. Of Steve. Anyone seeing you in your underwear, scars, and blood and now him cutting you. Fuck. You couldn't let him win.

"So what shall I carve? Ah...how about a star, just like your fucking soldier? Right here on your arm." He took the knife first teasing for the camera and then started carving. You spat at him and he took a step back.

"Well, I must say Tony and Bucky. Your girl, she is a fighter. No matter what I do she won't cave mate. So very tenacious." He ran his fingers over the curve of your breast and you looked the other way and then he returned to carving. You refused to scream but the tears kept falling and by the end, they were freely coming down and you could no longer stop and let out a strangled scream. Your head dropped in defeat as a sob escaped and he walked back to the camera.

'Our hide and seek game is becoming tiresome. Come and get her and give us what we require or she will no longer be of any use to me." Then he turned the video off and walked out. That was the last you remembered before you welcomed the darkness.

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Sam came down the long corridor. "Two on your right Cap!" Steve flung his shield and knocked out the two soldiers and then swiftly picked the shield up and turned the corner. Nat and Clint were at the door and Nat was punching in numbers to get in.

"How much longer brainiac?" Clint asked Nat. She rolled her eyes. "Done." She said as she stood and they all entered. "We're in. Everyone regroups at East wing Level 3. STAT. We need all hands on deck. Bruce standby at the quinjet. Wanda, Tony-standby for extraction." Cap called out orders and then turned as the dark solemn figure marched down the hallway with one mission. Y/N. Everyone parted.

You were on the other side of the door and Nat was already at the control panel trying to get in. They had received the video in route to you and it was a massive hellfire of rage on the quinjet when everyone saw it. No one could contain their anger, save Bruce. Hulk barely was able to stay under and Nat had to do quite a bit of coaxing to talk him down.

So here were your friends and Bucky outside of the door while you were barely conscious surrounded by HYDRA goons and the devil himself, Thomas.

"Nat hurry.. We need to get in." Cap was leaning over as Bucky walked up. He didn't have the mask on like Winter but he was silent. Deadly. Everyone backed away and Cap stood there with the shield knowing that gunfire was about to come about.

The door opened and guns went off. Cap shielded them both then he threw it and took out 3 of the 12  soldiers. Everyone saw you in the corner with Thomas holding you up and standing behind you.

You could see Bucky's movements but they were cold and calculated. You were scared but not for yourself. It was chilling. You saw what HYRDA made him to be, a cold-blooded killer. As you watched the carnage that unfolded before you , you were so thankful that he was on your side. He was the good guy.

He threw a knife in the air and then lodged it in a soldiers neck then swiftly moved onto another target. It was a deadly tango and you couldn't look away.  He grabbed the next one with his metal arm and picked him up by his neck and threw him into a metal post impaling him instantly. Another a bullet to the head while he was running towards Cap. Snapped the neck of one fighting Nat. Then he came to you and Thomas and halted directed in front of him with a stone cold stare.

"Ah. The infamous Winter Soldier. Where is Tony Stark and you can have your woman back?" Thomas spewed but Bucky just stood there glaring at him and breathing hard, chest heaving but still no words.

Thomas cleared his throat awkwardly staring at Bucky and then you his body was bowed up and large trying to intimidate Bucky without any result.

Bucky spoke with a deep timbre to his voice, so raspy and menacing that it gave you chills. "Give her to me now."

Thomas tried to recover and gain the upper hand while the Avengers fought the soldiers in the back. "Tell me, soldat. Does it bother you to know that I had her for a month? I could do what---" A gunshot rang out and you jumped and covered your face and before you could scream or fall you were caught by a strong metal arm and a flesh one under your legs.

He shot him between his eyes... mid-sentence. You looked down at your captor and he was dead, laying in the pool of your blood from the past month of torture. You looked up at Bucky and all you could see was a face of determination as he ran down the hall behind Cap and Nat who held cover towards the quinjet.

You burrowed your face into his neck and held on tight ignoring the sounds of fighting and yelling. Trying to not flinch at the sounds of gunshots and just breathing in Bucky's smell. That's when you heard Steve say. "Bucky, hurry. She's loosing too much blood from the wound on her shoulder. The fucker carved ... he carved a star?" You could feel his muscles go rigid and tense but he picked up speed before the darkness once again claimed your body again.

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[ifdragonscouldtalk]

Overwhelmed -- The Winter Arc (Part 2)

Part One

I’m not super happy with how this turned out but I’ve been working on it for a few months now and I just wanna get it done so here. Take it. ugh

Pain is what Tony had faded into, and pain is what brought him back. He choked on it, gagging and gasping, as white spots exploded where blackness had resided. He tried to twist away from it, a strangled sound escaping from his throat, and after another harsh dig that made bile rise in his throat the knuckles on his broken ribs receded. He let his gorge rise, the acidic burn bringing him back to himself, and turned as his vision slid in and out to spit the foul stuff at his tormentor, a novel piece of fruitless rebellion.

The blow on his face was sharp but not entirely unexpected, his head snapping to the side with the force of it, a slur of Russian profanities making his ears ring.

His ears were ringing, blood pounding too loud in his head, a strange sensation he didn’t like and didn’t know how to get rid of. His hands were tangled in his hair, clutching curls desperately in an effort to ground him, somehow. It had happened again, he had watched and been unable to do anything as Tony was taken, unable to save him, he was supposed to be able to save him. The kids were still crying, and he couldn’t do anything about that either. His body was trembling, and he felt like he was shaking apart in Natasha’s arms, tears running hot and prickly down his cheeks.

His cheek prickled with the sting of the blow, and he spat blood onto the floor, grimacing at the taste. “Fucking HYDRA,” he muttered under his breath, glaring up at his captor from under his bangs as he thought about the cries of his children, left behind. It was better that they weren’t here, that they were alive, but he couldn’t help but imagine the state they were in. The Russian sneered at him, their lip curling like he was something foul on the toe of their boot. He ignored it, glancing around the room and feeling himself pale. Something cold dripped down his spine, chilling him.

“Is it cold in here?” he heard himself muttering, but didn’t feel his own lips move. “It’s cold in here. The kids will freeze. F-FRI, turn up the heat, it’s, it’s cold-”

“J, you’re in shock,” Bruce was saying, close, and Jarvis forced himself to look up and meet the other man’s eyes. He hadn’t even noticed him there. “Stay with me, Jarvis. It’s alright, we’re gonna find Tony, don’t you worry, but we need you healthy first. You’re going into shock, I need you to focus.”

He could feel shock slipping over him, panic squeezing at his lungs. That was absolutely James Buchanan Barnes standing in the corner of the room, deadly and dangerous and not who he used to be. How much of it was actually him? How much of it was something done to him? The other man was talking, but he couldn’t hear him over the pounding of blood in his ears as ice blue eyes met his, piercing and yet unthinking. Was Barnes even in there anymore? Or was he nothing but a puppet, a body attached to strings? “Listen to me!”

“J, are you listening? Hey! Someone get him a blanket, he’s coming apart at the seams, Jesus.” He stared into eyes that were starting to flash a panicked green. He was not afraid of Dr. Banner, but he was afraid. He could feel it in his heart, a strange sensation and something that shouldn’t be possible.

“What’s happening?” he sobbed, overwhelmed and wanting his father to help. “What’s happening?”

“Jesus Christ, what’s even happening here?” he breathed, turning his eyes back to the HYDRA agent, his back tense and his neck prickling with the eyes of Barnes on him. He needed to find a way out, preferably without dying, and possibly with Barnes.

“What’s happening? Why are they crying? What did Stark do to them?!” The voice was angry and unfamiliar, and Jarvis startled, looking over to the balcony where Loki was pacing inside, clothed in green and fury sparkling in his eyes. Immediately the Avengers moved to stand between them, but Jarvis jumped up and shoved between them, the crying of the children quieting behind him. He shoved Steve off when he tried to grab him, fisting his hands in the front of Loki’s tunic, almost pressing their noses together, taking in the god’s shocked expression and worried frown.

“You have to help him.”

“You won’t be getting any help here,” the HYDRA agent was sneering, and Tony resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He had to keep from provoking the bad guys, something he was not good at, if he wanted to get out of here and back to the kids, especially if he was expected to get brainwashed Barnes out too. “Soon you’ll understand that HYDRA was never the true evil.”

“HYDRA?” Loki said, bewildered.

“Not like the hydras we know,” Thor said quietly, shaking his head sadly.

“I see...” Loki said, even though Jarvis thought he really didn’t. “And this is what you are upset about? Stark has not been mistreating you? You can be honest with me.” His eyes were piercing. The other Avengers seemed to be shocked into non-movement, but Jarvis shook his head, wiping his face.

“You have to help him.”

“Very well.” He snapped his fingers and a small piece of paper materialized in his hand. He tucked it into Jarvis’s shirt pocket. “I will do my best to get him out, but you must retrieve him.”

“Wait-”

“I am here to help.” Tony jumped as Loki materialized beside him, gaping.

“What?” He started as the HYDRA agent gurgled, choking on his own blood as he collapsed, before he felt the ropes around his wrists fall away and lurched out of his chair just as Barnes charged at them. “L-Loki?”

“Your children were crying, Stark, and I cannot have that.” Tony looked down as two gleaming daggers materialized in his hands, clutching the hilts so tightly his knuckles turned white. “I have promised to help get you out, to stop their tears.” Tony shouted and jumped back as Bucky charged at him, parrying a block with his own knives, barely missing being stabbed, his chest heaving and pain rocketing through him. He could barely stand, much less fight.

“My hero,” he panted.

“I’m going to help. I have to go help.” 

“C’mon now, Jarvis, we’ll go, you should stay here, you’re not feeling well and someone needs to look after the kids-”

“No. I am going. To. Help.” 

Steve grabbed his arm. “Don't try to be a hero, you'll-”

“You!” Jarvis shouted, rounding on him with a pointed finger and splotchy face, “You don't get to tell me what it means to be a hero! I know what it means to be a hero! You came out of a bottle and broken rules! My dad, my dad birthed himself in fires! He forged himself in the cold heart of a burning, neverending plain, on the brink of death, with the taste of blood! He shaped himself into a new man, a better man, a man he thought he could be proud of! He has shattered so many times before my very eyes and I, I could do nothing, had no way, to help him.” He glared, tears trembling in his eyes, fingers shaking as he held up his hands, staring over them at a stricken Steve. “Now I do. You don't goddamn get to tell me what makes a hero, Captain. I don't need to be a hero. I just need to keep from becoming an orphan. So I'm going to put on the fucking suit and go. You'll either support me, or you'll be out of here by the time I come back. Because I swear to Stark, I won't forgive you. Never.” Tears were streaming down his face once more, silent, his voice carrying the faintest tremor. Steve stared.

Jarvis turned on his heel and stalked away, barking orders to FRIDAY. The ‘bots, finally, had stopped crying.

[ellana-ravenwood]

True blood son...and daughter - Damian Wayne x Sister!Reader

Summary : Your first meeting with your half-brother didn’t really went well, both of you being quite hot headed...Slowly but surely however, you guys warm up to each other. 

It’s meh, I’m so dissatisfied with my writing lately...hope you’ll still enjoy it :

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-Don’t forget I’m the true blood son ! 

-Oh yeah ? That’s funny because you know what ? I’m the true blood daughter ! So your argument is invalid. Do you think before you speak ?

Your father looked between you and Damian, not knowing what to do...This wasn’t going how he wanted it to go at all. 

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Your first encounter with your half-brother Damian was...tense, to say the least. One day your dad came home with the boy, and boom, I guess you had a new brother. You were super excited. At least at first. You quickly realized that he wasn’t really...the nicest. 

Even before your father explained where he came from and all, you knew he was definitely your brother. He looked almost exactly like your dad when he was a kid. Almost exactly, because his eyes weren’t blue but green, and his skin was way darker than your father’s pale complexion. Other than that...it was like seeing a mini-Bruce. You hoped he wasn’t like your dad mentally too, because that was gonna be a nightmare...And he wasn’t. He was worst. Oh my god so much worst. 

The first words he uttered to you were full of disdain : 

-You look weak. 

Your father stiffened, ready to intervene. He knew that with you, this could go only two ways : you’d loose all control and fight Damian, or ignore him completely, much like your mother would. Your mother, Catwoman, champion in ignoring people that annoy her since the day she was born. You took the second option, and with a little smile that made Damian fumed, you turned away from him, going back to the work you were doing on the bat mobile before your dad emerged with your brother. Hum. Half-brother. 

But Damian wouldn’t have it. He already met the other batboys, and he made sure they knew that Batman’s TRUE son was home. He went too you, under your father’s gaze. Your dad was still ready to lunge forward between you two. 

-Did you hear me ? 

-Yes.

Damian was confused. Even Dick, who seemed like the most collected one, reacted to his provocations. And here you were, kinda ignoring him, a smug look on your face. He had to assure his superiority on you, and you had to react for it to work !! 

-You look very weak. 

-You already said that. Redundant. 

-You look like you...

-Hey, listen, I know what you did to Dick, Jay and Tim ok ? Won’t work with me, I don’t care about your little need to feel better than us. So here we go, I’m gonna tell you know : hey, you’re better than me. Cool right ? I bet you feel great now. 

-Well at least you know your place. 

Oh damn. You were doing such a good job. You were being so calm and collected, like your father taught you. You should have kept ignoring him, just like your mom did to people she didn’t like...You knew he was eventually going to say something that’d make you mad. And here. “Know your place” ? “KNOW YOUR PLACE” ? How dare he ?!  

You stood up to face him. He was almost as tall as you, even though he was definitely years younger, no more than 10, and you were already (your age). You were kinda short. Like your mom. In the corner of your eyes, you could see your father coming towards you, but you made him understand with your eyes that he shouldn’t intervene. You needed to do this. And so he stopped, and looked at you two. 

-Do you want me to teach you your place ? 

-Tt, I’ve been raise by the greatest martial arts masters in the World, you stand no chance against me. 

-I’ve been raised by the Batman and Catwoman, sure they’re not the best, but I heard they’re pretty decent. 

-I won against your other...”brothers”. 

You didn’t like the way he said the word “brother”, and thought you should specify something very quickly. 

-They’re my brothers’ more than you are. 

This seemed to take him aback a bit, but he regained his countenance fast. You almost felt bad, almost, because that guy, no matter who he was, was coming in your house and insulting you. So yeah, maybe he was your brother...err, Half-brother, but damn, how dare he ? 

You looked at your father and he nodded, gesturing towards the training weapons. He knew a fight wasn’t avoidable, so at least, if you guys did it while he was here, he could probably intervene if need be...

He didn’t need to intervene. The fight wasn’t long, yet quite violent. You both ended up with blood on your faces and bruises, but...you won. He was on the floor and you were still on your feet. 

-Well I guess that settles it uh ? The “true blood daughter” is better than the “true blood son”. 

He scoffed at you, and you turned around to go back to your work. Suddenly, your father was behind you, Damian’s wrists in his hand, forcing him to let go of the baton he had in his hand. The little fucker was going to hit you while your back was turned ! You glared at him, and he glared back. 

Damian knew that what he just did was wrong, but he had been raised to win, and his defeat made him see red. However, when his eyes met his father’s, he looked down, ashamed...You had won fair and square, and taught him his first lesson : humility. 

On that day, you owned Damian’s respect, but he would never admit it, and things between the two of you didn't get better before a long time. Because you were very hot headed, and he was too. 

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-I mean, I get it mom, you know ? He wants to prove his worth to dad, and the only way he found to do it is to discredit all of us. To prove he’s the best amongst us. It’s kinda cute, how desperate he is for Dad’s attention...but that doesn’t make him any less of a brat. And I want to punch him on a regular basis.

You were sitting on one of Gotham’s highest rooftop, eating ice cream with your mother, Selina Kyle. It was your weekly date with her. She was a busy woman, even more than your father, and you rarely got alone time with her...but she always managed to spent at least one night with you. Always. You cherished those times dearly, she always had the best advices...

She helped you understand your father more, explained to you how Bruce Wayne was, and why he acted the way he did. She helped you on numerous occasion about numerous topics. 

-Are you jealous ? 

-Jealous ? What ? Nooooo. 

She gave you the look, the one that meant : “I don’t buy it kiddo”.

-Ok maybe I’m a bit jealous. It’s just that...lately, dad have time only for him you know ? I get it too, he’s trying to show him that his mother was wrong, that killing is bad and all that shit but...

-I know sweetheart, and I’m sorry. I think your father...Your father feels guilty about your brother’s behavior, about your brother’s...

-Half brother. 

-You know honey, it’s not by calling him that that you’re gonna get any closer. 

-I don’t wanna get any closer, I already have three wonderful brothers, I don’t need a brat that thinks he’s better than anyone else in my life. 

-Now you sound a bit like a brat. 

You glare at her, but you know she’s right...

-(Y/N), I don’t think he’s the way he is. 

-That doesn’t make sense mom. 

-Let me finish. I mean that maybe...behind his cockiness and such, there’s a little boy that just wants his father to be proud of him. And you know how your dad is, to make him say something, to make him talk about his feelings it’s...

-Difficult, yeah, I know. I had to almost die for him to tell me he loved me.

-You get my point then ? 

Reluctantly, you nodded. 

-You gonna make some effort then kiddo ? 

Again, against your better judgement, you nodded. Maybe your mom was right...

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Your mom was right. You discovered that the day you walked in on Damian crying. He didn’t notice you, or he would have reacted quicker. And even though you thought he was awful, you still had a heart, and seeing him in that state made said heart tightened. Especially since you knew his tears were because he was trying really hard to please your dad, but felt like it still wasn’t enough...You understood him more than anyone else on that topic. 

-Are you...are you ok ? 

He stood up from his sit and looked at you, trying to dry his tears with the back of his hand. 

-Yes, what do you want ?! 

-Well ok then. 

And you were about to leave, not in the mood to argue, but something in his eyes stopped you...Did he want you to stay ? 

You two stared at each other for a few minutes, no knowing what to do, until you made the first step. 

-I’m sorry. 

He looked up at you, curious and confused. 

-You’re...sorry ? 

-Yes Damian, I’m sorry. Because...Because I didn’t give you a chance. 

-I don’t understand. 

You sighed. 

-You see Damian, I...I might be a bit too much like dad. Sometimes, I’m too judgmental and opinionated, and I always think I’m right. 

A small smile appeared on his lips. 

-Yeah, I’m a bit like that too...

-Well, we’re his children you know. Hum...Anyway, I try not to be too much like him. Dick helps a lot, he’s...different you know. 

-I know, Grayson is great. 

You smile, yeah, your brother is great. And you thought that Damian admitting such a thing was already pretty big...

-What I mean is...What I’m trying to say, very badly, is that...I’m sorry I didn’t give you a chance to show me who you really are ok ? 

-I’m still not sure I understand. 

-Well, that first encounter we had, I...

-I’m sorry about that. I know I’m not the easiest person to be around. I’m really trying though, and I regret those first things I told you. You’re not weak at all. 

Your heart melted. Damn you and your over-sensiteveness sometimes. 

-Apologize accepted. And...I’m sorry I didn’t try more to get to know you after that. I’m a bit...stubborn. Like my parents really. Dick tried to convince me that you weren’t that bad and I didn’t listen. Hell, even Jay scolded me about my behavior...So. Yeah. I’m sorry...Little brother. 

His eyes shot up to you, and you melted a bit more. Was it hope you saw in his green orbs ? 

-Not...half-brother ?

-No. I’m sorry about that too...I can be such a bitch. 

-You can’t take all the blame. I...Wasn’t the best person with you either. I...I’m just...jealous. You’re so...Cool. You’re the best fighter, you have father’s respect and he’s clearly proud of you, and you...You got to grow up with him. Normally. 

You approached him and chuckled, sitting next to him on the couch. 

-”Normally” ? Yeah right. You know, it wasn’t easy either. Growing up with the Batman as your dad, and Catwoman as your mom. I spent a lot of time on my own. But I guess it’s...selfish of me to think that, I know your childhood was...not a childhood at all. At least, I had my brothers and I had some fun and...Damian, I’m just so sorry. 

He smiled at you, and again, you could see the resemblance with your father. His white teeth contrasting with his dark skin. It was the first time you saw him truly smile, and just like with your father’s, you decided you loved this smile. You decided you were going to try to make him smile more often, after all, you always succeeded in making your dad laugh and smile...Why not the brat ? I mean, why not your brother ? 

-I’m sorry too. I just admired you a lot. And my jealousy got the better of me. But...if I’m being honest...I...

He hesitated, and you encouraged him to say more :

-You what ? 

-I just...

-What ? I’m not going to eat you, you can tell me ? I’m actually pretty nice once you get to know me too...

-I know, Dick told me. That’s why I...I just want you to consider me your brother. I want...Hum..I want to truly be part of this family. I’m really trying to fit in and...

Your hug surprised him. 

-Oh Damian, I’m sorry if I ever made you feel like you weren’t part of the family...Because you are. You’re my little brother. And anyone who would say otherwise...Well I’m gonna kick his ass. Uh that sounds super cheesy, but..;let’s try to be less assholes OK ?

He smiled a bit more, and hugged you back. 

-Yeah, I guess we can try. 

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The sudden change in the relationship you had with Damian didn’t surprise any of your family members. They knew you’d both come around, they knew you were both very much alike. They knew at some point, you’d realize it. They knew you had a big heart, and that Damian was more sensitive than he looked (as the gift he gave your father proved it..the kid went threw Gotham sewers just to find a pearl from your grandmother’s necklace !). 

You regretted those months spent bickering at each other, those months spent fighting, and tried to make up to him...All he wanted was for you to love him. He would never admit it, but since the beginning, all he wanted was...To have a family, a real one. 

The lesson your father taught him about the value of life, and all of that, helped him a lot understand what he really wanted. What he was craving for. It wasn’t just his father being proud of him that he wanted, it was...love. Being loved. And to love in return. Because he never had that. 

You fulfilled his wishes easily. You were more alike than you initially thought. Both of you looked a lot like your father, mentally and physically, and both of you realized it pretty fast. You became so close that many people often said that you were twins that weren’t born at the same time...

You’d both agree. 

The first encounter with your half-br...with your brother was tense to say the least...and years later, you were still wondering why. You guys were almost the same person, how come one day, long ago, you hated each other so much ? 

It didn’t make sense. 

Fin

[ifdragonscouldtalk]

tony and rhodey are literal BFFs right? I assume this is still the case in your most dangerous weapon au? I imagine at MIT tony told rhodey things he'd never told anyone else before or since. And now that tony is young again rhodey comes in like the best fairy godmother ever, tells tony they are brothers they made a blood pact or something in college and there's no coming back from that and takes tony to do everything tony ever told him he wished he'd been able to do as a child

JARVIS did not give them warning (the traitor) that Colonel Rhodes was in the elevator and on the way up. He had said he had notified Rhodes and Pepper, and that they both were livid and would be on their way as soon as they could, but this was way sooner than the soon each of them assumed. Steve, Nat, and Clint immediately jumped up at the sight of him, the former saluting rigidly. Bucky, as it were, was trapped by the little boy draped over his and Sam’s laps, although it had been so long since he was a military man that he wouldn’t have done a standing salute anyway. He and Sam nodded their respect instead as Tony squirmed and tapped on the tablet Bruce had given him to look at his test results. Bucky wondered how much the boy could actually make sense of, glad he didn’t seem bothered by the new arrival. 

Bruce stood much slower, giving Rhodes a brotherly pat on the arm and muttering something into his ear. The man nodded, glaring. 

“Fuck you,” he said, pointing at Steve. “And you,” he added, pointing to Natasha this time. “And fuck you especially!” Clint gave an offended gasp before shrugging. 

“There are little ears!” Steve hissed, seeming to forget that Rhodes was the higher officer for the second, and Rhodes snorted. 

“Tony’s heard worse, ain’tcha short-stack?” 

“Ain’t a short-stack,” Tony pouted, finally turning to look at his future (current?) best friend. “And the worst bad word is ‘bastard’, isn’t it?” Bucky had to hold back his laughter as Steve looked like he might have a conniption, not used to hearing such harsh words from such small children. 

“You’re not allowed to say that,” Rhodes replied easily. “But you can say fuck.” 

“Really? My dad and mom never let me say that!” 

“That’s why I’m not them.” 

“Who made you his caretaker?” Clint muttered, crossing his arms. Bucky found himself glaring along with Rhodes, and almost smiled when he noticed Sam glaring too. Of course Rhodes and Pepper (and maybe Bruce) were going to be the ones to take care of Tony. They had known him the longest and would know how to deal with him. 

Besides, it wasn’t like Clint had been doing any of the caring so far. The kid seemed to give Birdbrain hives. Sam and Bucky had been doing it all, although that was mostly because Tony had latched onto them. 

“Who made you a little bitch?” Sam answered instead, and Bucky almost burst into laughter while Bruce covered his smile. Tony pressed his face into Bucky’s stomach, and he could feel him stifling laughter, his shoulders shaking. 

“Sam!” Steve scolded, his voice slightly higher than it should be, and Bucky couldn’t hold back anymore, a laugh bursting out of him. 

“So you’re my best friend?” Tony was sitting at the kitchen island, Rhodes seated across from him, frowning a little bit. “What about Ty?” Something dark passed over Rhodes’s face and Tony paled, drawing back slightly. Rhodes seemed to notice, shaking his head. 

“You two… fell apart.” 

“Oh.” 

“So yeah. I’m James Rhodes.” Tony stared for a moment, tilting his head. 

“I’m going to call you Rhodey, then. Since you’re my best friend.” Rhodes scowled, but they could tell it was a play scowl. 

“No, don’t.” Tony grinned, lighting up. 

“You’re just like a platypus!” 

“What?!” Rhodes seemed baffled. 

“You’re all soft and cuddly looking with me on the outside but you’re an army Colonel so you’ve gotta be super strong! Cuddly and dangerous, like a platypus! I could call you platypus?” 

“Under no circumstances can you call me-” 

“Okay, Platypus.” 

“I have no trouble believing this is the young sir,” JARVIS said dryly as Natasha bit her lip to keep in a laugh. Tony beamed at the ceiling.