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nazariolahela · 5 years ago

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Best Beloved: Chapter 1

A/N: Hey y'all! This is a PM AU I’ve been working on. It’s a bit different than my previous fic series and I’m really excited to try something new. I hope y’all enjoy it. This story is told in dual first-person narrative, from Kaia (F!MC) and Damien’s POV. The first half of this story takes place during Kaia’s freshman year and Damien’s senior year of college. The second half is two years after Kaia graduates. There will be sprinklings of canon in this fic, but we’ll try to step out of the box for the most part. Thanks for reading, and please leave feedback, and/or if you would like to be tagged.

Synopsis: What happens when you find yourself crushing on your best friend? For years, Damien and Kaia have been friends, while secretly harboring feelings for one another. Everything changes one night after a little too much alcohol and years of pent up feelings. Can they control their emotions and salvage their friendship, or will the feelings they hold for one another destroy everything they have?

All characters are the property of Pixelberry Studios. Thanks for allowing me to borrow them.

Chapter Summary: It’s the first day of classes at Hartfeld University and that means meeting new faces.

Kaia

Six Years Ago

I raced across the courtyard of Hartfeld University, tugging my backpack higher on my shoulder. It was the first day of the new school year and class started in less than five minutes. Except I was all the way on the other end of campus. Whose bright idea was it to hold college classes at 8 a.m.? Way to make a good impression on the first day, Kaia.

That’s what I got for staying up until 2 a.m. the night before binge-watching episodes of America’s Most Eligible. In my defense, my roommate Victoria and I spent most of the evening getting to know each other. We discovered that we both love the show and are huge fans of Jakenzie. (That’s Jamie x Mackenzie for all you old folks out there.)

We also learned that we were both valedictorians of our respective high schools. So we spent most of the evening sharing stories of our childhood and teen years. We might have also played a few rounds of Truth or Drink. Hence why I was running late that morning. I didn’t even have time to stop at the campus coffee shop for caffeine and eye candy. What? The barista was a total babe.

I eyed the big clocktower near the library and saw that I only had two minutes left. I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to make it. I still had to make it to Clark Hall and climb the ninety-million stairs to the third floor.

After finally arriving at Clark and climbing the Mount Everest of staircases, I sucked in several deep breaths and burst through the doors of Professor O'Keeffe’s Composition 101 classroom at 8:03 a.m. The whole class turned and the professor eyed me exasperatedly as I slinked to the back of the room, waving a silent apology as I took a seat. She shook her head and continued going over the syllabus. I pulled my MacBook from my backpack and started taking notes, stopping occasionally to scan the room for signs of anyone I might have met at freshman orientation.

I spotted a girl who sat next to me. I think her name was Sloane. Looking like she just stepped off-campus at a prestigious prep school, she wore a blue long-sleeved turtleneck sweater with a plaid skirt and a gold necklace. I focused my attention between her and the professor, watching curiously as she dug around frantically in her laptop bag, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose every time they slipped down. I spotted an empty seat next to her, so when the professor had her back turned, I gathered up my things, rose from my seat and moved over to the other side of the classroom.

“Hey!” I whispered as I took the seat next to her. She looked up from her bag and grinned when she noticed me.

“Hi, there! Kaia, right?” she asked, extending her hand. I nodded and shook it. “I’m Sloane. How’s your first day going?”

“Well, I was late for my first class and I haven’t had coffee. How’s yours?”

“I can’t find my phone charger. I know I packed an extra one, but it seems to have grown legs and walked off.” She continued shuffling through her backpack, her brows pinched in a V. Her unruly curls fell in her face and she brushed them away frustrated.

I dug through my bag, pulling two different phone charges from the side pocket. I held both of them up to her. “Which one do you need?”

Her eyes widened as she examined both chargers in my hand. Reaching for the Samsung charger, she mouthed a thank you and plugged the USB end into her laptop before plugging the other end into her phone. She glanced at my iPhone sitting face-down on my desk, then turned to me. “I gotta ask. Why do you have two different chargers?”

“My cousin Nadia is always losing hers, so I keep a spare on me just in case.”

She nodded and turned back to the front of the classroom, focusing on the professor. The rest of the class passed by uneventfully. When Professor O’Keeffe dismissed us at 8:50 a.m., Sloane and I gathered our things and walked out of the classroom together.

”Where are you off to next?” she asked, adjusting the strap on her bag.

“Intro to Sociology. You?”

”American Government. Gotta love those Gen Ed courses, ” she said with a laugh. “Wanna get lunch later? I have a free period after 11 a.m.”

“Sure. I’ll text my cousin and see if she wants to join us,” I said, pulling out my phone and shooting Nadia a text.

My cousin Nadia is quite the character. Our dads are brothers, but she and I are so close, people often asked if we were sisters. We grew up together, living three houses down from one another. Since we’re only six months apart, we were lucky enough to be in the same grade from kindergarten all the way through high school. Now, we’re privileged enough to attend the same college. I glanced at her text and shook my head.

Sloane and I exchanged phone numbers and I waved goodbye as we took off in opposite directions. I pulled out my campus map, trying to find Alexander Hall as I made my way across the courtyard to my next class. I wasn't looking where I was going when I accidentally slammed into a brick wall. Except it wasn't a brick wall.

“Whoa! Watch where you’re going!” a deep voice shouted as I immediately went flying backward onto the pavement, my phone and backpack crashing to the ground with me. The sound of breaking glass made me cringe. Well, shit. That’s going to be expensive.

“Are you okay?” his velvety voice probed. “You fell pretty hard.” He hooked his arms under mine and helped me to my feet, checking me for injuries. I released myself from his grip and bent over to pick up the rest of my belongings. I nodded a thank you and dusted off my black skirt, frowning when I saw the run in my pantyhose. I huffed as I picked up my phone and examined the shattered screen. I just got this damn thing in May. It was my present to myself for graduating from high school. Now, I have to pay to have it fixed.

I shoved it into my backpack and took a moment to study him. It only took a few seconds, but I immediately recognized him as my old friend Damien. My eyes widened as I realized who I had just crashed into. “Oh. My. Gods! It’s really you!” I said as I flung myself into his arms.

“You always were clumsy,” he laughed and squeezed his toned body against mine.

It had been four years since I saw him last. Damien and I were next-door neighbors and although he was four years older than me, we spent nearly every day hanging out. I had the hugest crush on him, even though he only saw me as a sister. After years of pining for him, I decided I was no longer going to hide how I felt. I stole two of his dad’s beers, chugged them in rapid succession, and went in search of the boy I’d loved since 7th grade.

We snuck away from his party and hid out at the playground down the street from our houses and about how much we would miss each other after he went away to college. There, under the jungle gym, I drunkenly confessed my feelings for him. That was also the first time I kissed him. After he gently pushed me off of him, he told me that he cared about me, but that I was only 15 and it was inappropriate for a guy his age to pursue me. I was so embarrassed, I ran away from him and hid out at my house for the rest of the night.

He came home for Christmas that winter but we didn’t get to see much of each other. Now that he was here in front of me after all this time, I realized how much he had changed since then. My eyes traveled the length of his denim-clad legs, past the black t-shirt stretching across the muscles of his broad chest, up to his face. He had the softest chocolate brown eyes, wavy brown hair, and warm tan skin. Just a hint of stubble peppered his chin and his defined jaw tensed as he watched me. His intense gaze made my cheeks tint pink.

“Yeah, sorry about that. Are you okay?” I replied. Of course, he was. He barely flinched when I all but plowed into him.

“I’m more worried about you. I’ve never given someone a concussion on the first day of classes before and I’m not looking to start.”

I rapped my knuckles against my temple. “You know me. I’ve got a thick skull. My phone on the other hand, well R.I.P.,” I said, miming pouring out a 40-oz for my now-broken handheld device. He chuckled and his brown eyes bored into mine, making me feel suddenly self-conscious.

“How have you been? How’s your first day going so far?”

“Well, I overslept and was late for my first class, I still haven’t had caffeine, and I bulldozed into a random guy with reckless abandon. So, I’d say it’s going well.”

He laughed again, the sound warming my insides. My eyes scanned his face, taking in his strong features. He was so pretty, I could cry. “So, where are you off to in such a hurry that you’re Miley Cyrusing people?”

“Oh, I’m trying to get to Alexander Hall. I missed out on the campus tour during freshman orientation, so I’m trying to find my way around.”

He took my map from my hand, his fingers brushing mine in the process. The sensation of his touch coursed through my entire body and I had to remind myself to breathe. He retrieved a pen from his backpack, pulling the cap off with his teeth. I’ve never wanted to be a pen cap so bad in my life.

“So, you are here,” he said, marking an “X” where we currently stood in front of Clark. “You’re going to want to keep on this path and head past the library, then take a left at the fork,” My eyes followed the line he drew along the paper. “And then you’ve reached your destination.” He circled the building in question and handed the map back to me, before capping his pen and slipping it back in his backpack.

I opened my mouth to ask him if he wanted to hang out later when a female voice pierced the air, interrupting us. “Babe, hurry up. We’re going to be late for Social Psych.”

Babe? I looked over his shoulder to see a woman with dark brown hair, full lips, and piercing brown eyes making our way toward us. She narrowed her eyes at me, then turned back to Damien, slipping her hand in the crook of his elbow and pressed a kiss to his jaw. He glanced at me apologetically as she pulled him toward Waterfield Hall.

“Be careful out there. And have fun this year. We'll get together soon,” he winked and gave me a wave as the two of them walked away toward their next class.

“Who was that?” I heard her ask, their voices fading with every step.

“Just an old friend,” he replied. My stomach sank. No matter how much I wanted us to be more, we never would be. I glanced at the courtyard and noticed the crowd thinning out, meaning the next block of classes would be starting shortly. I hitched my backpack on my shoulders and sighed deeply as I made my way to Alexander.

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Damien

Alana’s nails gently scraped up and down my bicep as we sat in the lecture hall, listening to Professor Henderson drone on over the syllabus for this semester. Just two more to go and I’d be done with this place. Don’t get me wrong, I’d enjoyed my four years at Hartfeld, but I was ready to graduate and GTFO already.

Sophomore year was particularly hard. I almost dropped out halfway through fall semester after Dad passed away. Except Mom wouldn’t let me. She begged me to stick it out and made me promise to graduate. I couldn’t say no to her. Call me a mama’s boy if you must, but she’s the most important woman in my life and I couldn't bring myself to let her down. If we’re being honest here, I was doing it for me too. To be the first person in my family to graduate from college was a pretty big achievement.

I struggled to listen to the professor’s lecture, jotting down notes in my notebook. I should have been paying attention, but I had too much shit on my mind. Mainly my schedule for this semester. I needed to meet with my advisor after class and get my internship shit lined up. That’s what you get for waiting until the last minute, Dames. I pulled out my phone and shot a quick text to my advisor, asking if she had a free period this afternoon to get my paperwork filled out.

I looked to my right and saw Alana jotting notes in her notebook as her left hand still stroked my arm. I watched her for a few moments, taking her in. Alana and I met spring semester during our freshman year. We sat next to each other in Western Civ and our class discussion on long-standing issues in Western history turned into a full-blown shouting match. The professor pulled both of us out into the hallway and calmly explained to us that she would not allow that kind of behavior in her class. She then decided the best form of torture was to pair us up for the semester research project.

The first few weeks were hell. Alana and I disagreed on everything. Including the topic for our project. About halfway into the semester, she and I were studying in the library, when she asked me why I was — and I quote — “such a moody little bitch.” I told her she would be too if she had a pain in the ass like her for a partner. She laughed and told me how lucky I was to even be in the same vicinity as her. We exchanged jabs for a good ten minutes before she leaned over and kissed me. When I asked her what that was for, she replied that it was to shut me up.

Not going to lie, I was intrigued. She had a level of snark I had only seen from the women in my family. I knew I was in trouble, but there was just something about her that drew me to her. We began dating a week later and have been nearly inseparable ever since. Being that this was our senior year, I found myself wondering what would happen to us after graduation. I raised the topic of marriage once or twice over the last year, but she was always quick to shut me down. She insisted that she loved me, but didn’t think marriage was “for us.” I shook the thoughts from my mind and peeked at Alana from the corner of my eye. She was still focused on the professor. Good thing she couldn't read my mind.

My thoughts wandered to Kaia. It felt like a lifetime since we saw each other. She had grown up since then. I remembered the last things we said to each other before we parted the night of my grad party. She got drunk and told me she was in love with me. As much as I wanted to return her feelings, she and her cousin Nadia were like little sisters to me, which made the whole situation weird. Plus the whole age thing. I sighed and dragged my hand across my face, trying to clear my head. Before long, the hour was up and our professor released us. Alana and I gathered our things and linked hands as we made our way out of the lecture hall.

“I’ve got some free time before my noon class, so I'm going to head back to the dorms. You wanna come with me?” she said, batting those long lashes my way. My dick screamed yes, so I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and pressed a kiss to the spot behind her ear as we walked.

“As long as we’re back in time for my Interpersonal Comm class.”

She rolled her eyes. “I can't believe you, a senior, are taking a 200 level course. Why didn’t you take that class sophomore year?”

I shot her a look. She knew why. She was the one who stood by me during Dad’s illness. I was lucky I was able to finish most of my classes that semester. Interpersonal Communication is the only one I had to drop. So, here I was retaking the course so I could graduate with my full 120 credits.

“It is what it is,” I said as we walked back to the dorms. A few minutes later, we arrived at Richmond Hall where Alana lived. I waved to some guys I recognized from one of my classes last year and followed her inside, checking out her ass the entire time.

When we arrived at her room, she dropped her bag off at her desk and disappeared into the bathroom. I moved around her dorm, looking at the pictures of us on the wall. All the memories we shared in the last four years. The Winter Formal sophomore year. The summer before senior year at the Cape. Our trip to San Francisco junior year over Spring Break.

I rubbed the aching spot in my chest, remembering proposing to her on that trip. She looked like she wanted to throw up when I dropped to one knee in front of the Golden Gate Bridge. She covered her face in embarrassment and begged me to stand up. Confused, I asked her what she meant. She pulled me away from the gawking tourists shooting me sympathetic looks and explained that while she loved me, she wasn’t ready for marriage. I felt like the biggest idiot.

I was still looking at the photos when the bathroom door swung open and Alana strutted out, wearing nothing but a silk bathrobe. Ho-lee-shit. Pretty sure I died and went to heaven. She sauntered up to me and wrapped her arms around my neck, peppering my jawline with kisses. “Is this what you brought me to your dorm for?” I whispered in her ear, taking her lobe between my teeth.

“Mmm...This one is my favorite. Look how hot you are in your board shorts,” she said pointing to the photo of us at Cape Cod. She examined the photo wall while she casually slipped her hand down my pants. I snaked my arm around her waist and slid it down to her ass, which the robe barely covered. My eyes widened when I noticed she wasn’t wearing panties. I turned her around to face me, then grabbed her by the waist and tossed her on the bed. She squealed and reached up to grab my t-shirt, pulling it over my head. I dipped in and began to kiss her neck when my phone went off.

“Ignore it,” she panted, raking her fingernails up and down my back. I licked a trail from her earlobe down to her collarbone, peeling the robe open to expose her breasts. I kissed my way down the swell of her left breast when my phone went off again. I groaned and rolled off her, grabbing my phone from my back pocket, and saw two missed calls from my advisor.

“Shit. I gotta take this babe. Gimme a sec.”

“Are you fucking serious?” she huffed and pulled the robe closed. I grabbed my t-shirt off the floor and slipped it on before stepping out of her room into the hallway. I pulled up my missed calls and hit the redial button. Dr. Griffin picked up on the first ring.

“Mr. Nazario. I’m glad you called back. I have a free period now if you’re available to go over your internship paperwork.”

I sighed and raked a hand through my hair. I really needed to get my internship taken care of so I could get credit for my work, but my girl was on the other side of the door, half-naked and waiting for me. Waging a war with my thoughts, I decided that I’d have to make it up to Alana tonight.

“I’ll be there in ten minutes,” I told her, then hung up the phone. I steeled myself for the difficult conversation I was about to have with Alana and made my way back into the dorm room. She sat on the bed, a scowl on her face as she looked at her phone.

“Hey, babe. That was Dr. Griffin. I need to go get my internship paperwork taken care of.” Alana rolled her eyes and muttered under her breath. I moved in front of her and leaned over until we were at eye level. “I promise I’ll make it up to you tonight. Okay?”

She glared at me, not saying anything. I gripped her chin between my thumb and forefinger and pressed a kiss to her lips. She didn’t pull away, so I knew she wasn’t that mad. I kissed her once more before I turned and headed out of her room.

I made my way out of the dorm and shot her an apology text as I headed across campus to Dr. Griffin’s office. The grey text bubbles popped up, then disappeared a few times, before she replied, “K.” I sighed and slipped my phone in my jeans pocket. I couldn’t blame her though She was mad because she felt I hadn't been the most reliable boyfriend, but if I knew her like I thought I did, she’d get over it. Either that or I’d have blue balls for the next week.

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my-access-florida · 4 years ago

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eloarei · 7 years ago

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WIP Game

List the things you’re excited to work on this year in as little or as much detail as you like, and then tag some friends!

Tagged by @enchantedtalisman (and again it won’t tag you. Tch. Sorry. But thanks for the tag!)

(Behind a cut, because you don’t want to read all that. ...Or maybe you do?)

In no particular order, because my level of excitement changes at the drop of a hat: 6 BNHA fics, and one each FFXV and FO4. 1700 words of synopses and babbling. (Friends who read my stuff: if you wanna skim through these and tell me which one(s) (if any) you’d most want to read, that’d be rad. =D Will it influence what I work on? Who knows? My inspiration is fickle as shit. But it couldn’t hurt.)

1. “Touch2” -- current WIP, 10k + notes. BNHA. Dekumight. Estimated total: 20k? Picking up right where “Touch” left off, this fic is a slightly more detailed/slow/slice-of-life story than its predecessor. The 10k I’ve written so far takes place over the course of only 2 days, and it’s mostly Toshi and Izuku getting to know each other, and Toshi being yelled at by his manager (an OC called Suzuki). The general plot of the story doesn’t deviate very far from canon, as far as I’ve planned. “Touch2” will probably cover at least up to the entrance exam, but I’m not entirely sure. Given that leisurely pace, there’ll probably have to be a Touch3 and 4 as well, if not even more. I’ve been slowly hacking away at this one since the start of December, just in between whatever else I might be working on. Kind of got to a point where I need to actually think about what happens next? ^^; Also, it’s gotten too long to be a one-shot, I think, but I’m going to have to be careful how I split it up. It’s not written for splitting… Well, I’ll figure it out. Just gotta keep writing first.

2. “Make the Most sequel, and side stories” -- only notes. BNHA. Dekumight. Estimated total: lots??? I’m lumping these all together, but this includes quite a few stories, some of which I have plans/notes for, some only ideas. One of the first is a fic that might be, at most, half the length of MtM, which is the events of MtM from Toshi’s POV. This was actually requested by a friend, but it was something I kind of already wanted to do, which is cool. Other side stories include perspectives from other characters, some things like dates and vacations, Izuku learning to use his powers, and some extra NSFW scenes, because why not? After all of those, I intend for there to be an ‘official sequel’, taking place towards the end of Izuku’s college run, which might function as more of an epilogue than a sequel, due to the potential lack of actual plot. Geez there is just so much potential for this series to go on in side-stories and extras and etc. I actually get a little mad at myself whenever I neglect to continue it, because it’s sort of my main, well, IP, I guess you’d say. It’s my kudos breadwinner. XD I should just do it!

3. “Loveless epilogue” -- only notes. BNHA. Dekumight. Estimated total: 7k? A short...er sequel/epilogue, taking place roughly a year (I might change that) after the main story, revolving (spoiler alert) around Toshi figuring out if/when/how to propose to Izuku, and summing up how things have gone in the past year. Mushy because I love marriage, okay guys, I just love it so much, and also a little bit morbid because of an in-universe tradition that could be considered either romantic or creepy, depending on your views. =D I actually ought to write this one like… immediately, while the main fic is still fresh in my mind. It’s extremely self-indulgent, maybe more than just, y’know, my normal writing. But I think at least some of the people who read LOVELESS will like it. ^^ And I will, I think. And that’s all that really matters, right?! *shakes head ‘no’*

4. “Waste” -- current WIP, 1k + notes. BNHA. Dekumight(-ish?), and Deku+friends. Estimated total: 15k???? No. Probably more. A Fallout fusion. Vault 211 (21-1 or twenty-one one) has been carefully breeding superpowers into its population for the past 200 years, but if yours doesn’t show up by your 18th birthday, prepare to be kicked out on your ass into the unforgiving wasteland. Guess who’s the newest resident of the wastes? Lucky for Izuku, he meets a frightening creature who takes to looking out for him. ‘Human’ under some description, he’s sure, this guy has radiation levels through the roof. Burly super-mutant by day, gangly rotting ghoul by night, he doesn’t exactly have a lot of friends, but boy is he good at surviving in the hellscape that the world has become. I freaking love Fallout a whole lot, and look, Toshi/All Might is so very much a ghoul/super mutant, and vaults just give you so much free reign to give people powers and etc etc, look, it just seemed like something that would work. Not sure really how it’s going to go, but we’ll see. =]

5. “Nana/Toshi darkfic” -- only notes. BNHA. Nana/Toshi (probably NSFW) and Dekumight. Estimated total: 20k??? His mentor was beautiful, kind, strong-- perfect. He didn’t realize she was being eaten away by a dark pit in her heart. He didn’t know if leaving her alone would help it. He just wanted to be with her so badly, to please her, to make that smile real, and she lacked the fortitude to refuse him anything that would make him happy. A fic about Nana and Toshi becoming perhaps too close, and Nana struggling with depression. Following the canon timeline moderately closely, it shouldn’t be a surprise that it will include a major character death, and the fallout surrounding it. Hoo boy did the desire to write this fic just hit me like a ton of bricks a few weeks ago. This is going to be a dark, sad, uncomfortable story, most likely. And although it will end with Dekumight, the large part of the plot will still revolve around Nana/Toshi, so I’m not sure most of my normal readers will want to touch it. XD;;; I think the inspiration to write this came somewhat from the feeling that the ending to LOVELESS was not nearly as dark as it could have been, haha. Every so often I just want to challenge myself and see how many boundaries I can push. ^^;

6. “Feed” -- only notes. BNHA. Dekumight. Estimated total: 15k? In a world ruled by a vampiric shadow known as All for One, Izuku’s group has been trying to find ways to fight him. Nearly everyone is of this man’s blood now, since he started handing out powers to gain followers. But it’s said that an artifact of some sort exists still which can give the power to defeat him. Izuku, with the purest blood of his group, is chosen to seek it out. But the artifact is a vampire, the last of AfO’s first ‘children’, frozen and starving after failing to defeat his ‘father’, and Izuku almost doesn’t survive the encounter. I want to write this fic, and I think I should do it while it’s still cold and gloomy, because that’s the feel of the setting, but if I get distracted and don’t get around to it, I probably won’t be too upset.

7. “Parents AU” -- current WIP, 6k + notes. FFXV. Gladnis + Ignis&Noctis. Estimated total: 40k? Teenage Ignis and Gladio happen to be babysitting the toddler prince when the Empire attacks, and in the chaos they manage to get safely mixed into the crowd of civilians fleeing the city. They decide to treat him as their own until they can be sure it’s safe to return him to someone with more seniority. But will it ever be safe? Fifteen years in hiding says no, and even when Noct is old enough to be asked to save the world, there’s no way in hell his parents are going to let him go it alone. I tried to continue writing this the other day and it was terrible. Painful. I almost cried. Literally every word of the 30 or so I managed before I gave up were the hardest things I’ve ever written. I think if I go back and play the game again (which I’d like to, since there’ve been updates and DLC), I think it will be easier. Honestly though, this is one of my favorite things I’ve yet written, so if I don’t see it to fruition, I will be moderately pissed.

8. “Same Heart” -- current WIP, 30k + notes. FO4. Estimated total: 90k (35k for act 1) The great synth detective Nick Valentine is recaptured by the Institute, remade and reset. He awakes to his new life underground, unaware that he ever roamed the wasteland-- except for the rare moments when they plug in his old memories so they can grill him for info. Though the memories are gone again after every session, they leave an aftertaste of distrust for the people he’s working with, until it’s too much to ignore. Meanwhile, he finds himself as the only person who seems to truly care about the little boy they’re all calling their savior, doing his best to help him grow up with some modicum of love in this sterile environment. When Nick finally decides to break out of their fancy little prison, it’s not a question whether he’ll take Shaun with him, and it’s obvious where they’ll go: to find the parents the Institute stole him from. This one haunts me, because I spent like 3 months doing practically nothing but writing this last year. I got almost, almost all the way through the first act (out of 3), and then… stopped. Now I know it’s going to be impossible to get back into. And this is already a very different story for me, because it’s essentially a gen fic. The intention is for acts 2 and 3 to focus on Nick and the ‘sole survivor’ Nora, but the whole first act is about him half-raising her son, Shaun. I really want to finish this, or geez, at least the first act! Because it is painful having 30k sitting around that nobody has ever seen. And it’s pretty decent! But even though I have 6 chapters done, I don’t want to start posting it until it has a halfway decent ‘conclusion’, so I need to finish the act. I have to.

And I’ll tag… uh… @oldseablues, @braincoins, @thenightisdarkandfullofbooty, @orionskingdom, @animeuzumaki7, @blessedblooduniverse, @rangrids, and anyone else who’s reading this and is also a writer. =] Tag me back so I can see it, please! ^^

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beatitlikeabongodrum · 8 years ago

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Taking Care Of The Avengers: 5) Ultron Part 2

You woke up, strapped to a bed in a white room. Your hair was messed up and you were wearing a medical patient gown.

' How did I get here? ' you thought.

Turning your head to the side, you saw a scepter. Loki's scepter.

'How did they get that?'

Better question that went through your head disbelievingly was:

Were you wearing nothing but a medical gown? Where the peanuts were your clothes?

You tried to move your hands, but a sharp pain on your arms made you stop. Your nose kept twitching as there was a strand of hair on your face.

"And hello, (Y/n). I hope you are feeling comfortable. No? Good." A man came in wearing a doctor's coat. He had a bald patch on his head and wore round glasses.

"Who are you? And why am I here? Let me go now or I won't hesitate to rip out your throat!" You threatened, your features darkening with rage. You struggled violently to get out of the bonds, but they were too strong.

"Feisty. And to answer your questions, I'm Baron Strucker. We decided to let you be a test subject. Actually we're done with you. What's the last thing you remember?" He asked casually.

"I got shot in the shoulder and fainted." You replied, eager for answers. You wanted to smash his face, but you needed answers, so you complied.

"Really? Huh. So, you don't remember the shocks and tests?" Baron asked curiously.

"What tests and-" Your eyes darted to your arms, where several needle marks were shown.

"You did tests on me? How? And what did you do? Am I going to change? Answer me, you ugly, bald Cyborg!" You yelled and struggled against the strong straps.

"Calm down. We don't know what changes you have. We managed to acquire this little scepter-" He fingered Loki's scepter,"-and use its power to make enhanced beings. Many didn't survive. But you did, along with two others."

Strucker paused but then continued, "I'm not bald, am I? Because I know I have hair on my head, but why the Cyborg?" He looked worried.

You ignored You digested all this information. They tested on you. You have alien stuff in you. That's not at all disturbing, note heavy sarcasm.

"How long have I been here?" You asked in a low voice. You were worried. The others don't even know where you are.

"A month." Was the only reply and he walked out.

"A month?"

You were thinking. You have to get out, but how? Anger towards HYDRA boiled up in you and you didn't realize that you sat up straight.

"What the-?" Your hands were free. The straps that held you down were shredded and scorched.

From your palms, a purple glow was being emitted.

This was your way out. You could hear people talking from outside. Quietly, you went to the door and opened it. No one was there in the vast hallways, yet you could hear people talking.

"Where is this sound coming from?" You asked to no one. The voices did not respond to you, so you figured that they were far away. But the mystery was- how could you hear from such a range? You could smell something as well. People. You could smell peoples' scents. It was overwhelming. Suddenly, you heard footsteps, but it felt far away, coming in your direction. Your eyes widened. Within a second, you sprinted in the other direction. From this side, you couldn't smell or hear anyone close by.

Yells reverberated from where your room was. Alarms were triggered and you moved faster and faster. Faster than you've ever been but not quite fast. You could hear loud muffled footsteps running in your direction. Willing yourself to go faster, you saw a door labelled 'Exit'.

How convenient.

Without a second thought, you ran towards the large metal door and pushed it hard. It slammed open and you jumped after hearing the footsteps slightly closer but you knew that they were still far off. You ran outside. Forest everywhere covered in snow yet you could see very far.

How? You didn't have a perfect sight. How could you see so far away?

You sensed small thumps on a tree on your left. Looking in that direction, you saw a squirrel scampering away.

How could you have sensed that?

A sudden thought came across your mind. The scepter. You had enhanced senses and a weird purple glow from your hands. What does that make you?

You had no idea but something interrupted your train of thought.

Quiet footsteps behind you. You snapped you head and pointed your palms towards the twenty armed men that were a little behind you. The purple glow erupted from your hand and all the men were blasted by that shot.

"Cool. Purple blast from palms and enhanced senses. Wonder if I can scare Clint with it." You talked to yourself. You thought of ways to prank your brother and Tony with it somehow.

Then you remembered. You were in a desolate forest with HYDRA who probably wants to kill you.

Run, you acorn-brain!

You ran and ran and ran. You didn't even stop for a second. All of your senses started acting up. You could smell the different scents of trees and hear the tiny rodents running. Your eyes were darting everywhere and you still managed to run between trees easily, as your eyes could see from so far away.

It was so amazing, but you couldn't help feel that something horrible was about to happen.

BACK TO THE AVENGERS

The Avengers were still broken up about your absence. Loki had become more distant and short - tempered. Tony and Bruce were working hard in the labs, like everyday, either searching or working on Ultron. Loki was reading a book, though he was constantly thinking about you. Clint was so broken. He barely ate or slept, and became rather thin, getting pissed off everyday because he wasn't there to protect you and that even after a month, they still didn't find you. Everyone was taking out their stress and anger in different ways, and if you had seen this, you would have cried at their behavior.

You didn't know that they cared about you that much to react this way.

That day, the elevator doors opened. Bucky, who was sitting on a chair nearby, looked up. His face morphed into shock and his mouth hung open when he saw you step through the doors, with ragged clothes, thin, pale and tired, with a weary smile.

"(Y/n)? I-Is it y-you?" Bucky stammered and slowly made his way to you.

You nodded happily and tried to run to him, but your legs gave way and you fell. Luckily, he quickly ran and caught you in his arms.

"I missed you so much, Bucky! I missed everyone so much!" You cried out while hugging the life out of him. He was literally gasping as you crushed him.

"We missed you too! So much!" Bucky spilled a few tears which dropped on your shirt and hugged you tighter. "GUYS, SHE'S BACK. SHE'S ALIVE!" You plugged your ears," Damn it, Bucky! No need to yell. I'm right here. Stupid enhanced senses makes it worse!" You exclaimed angrily.

"Enhanced senses? What are you talking about? What did HYDRA do to you, (Y/n)?" Bucky questioned with worry.

Before you had a chance to answer, footsteps were heard and everyone emerged through the stairwell door. Unfortunately, they couldn't make it to you yet because they all got stuck together between the door frame.

Clint was at the top of the open door, stuck there while the others tried pushing each other to get to you first.

Loki easily slipped between them, and ran to you.He put his arms around your waist and pulled you close to him, hugging you like his life depended upon it.

"Thank the gods you're safe, my (Y/n)! I don't know what I would do without you!" Loki whispered happily in your ear, his warm breath tickling you. You nose moved and sniffed him slightly, enjoying the mint and cologne. Shaking your head, you decided that it was probably your enhancement that made you sniff him. You blushed and pulled away.

Suddenly, someone tackled you to the ground.

"Sis! You're here. I love you so much." Clint yelled in your ears which made you wince.

"Damn it! Please stop yelling in my ears, people! I ain't deaf!" You screamed and everyone became silent.

They glanced at each other and then ran toward you. Bear-hugging you, they all screamed.

"Don't ever get kidnapped again!" "We were so worried!" "Where were you? We tried searching everywhere." "I'M GLAD YOUR OKAY, LADY (Y/N)!" "We've missed you so much, baby dragon. Loki most of all." Tony said the last part in your ear, Which made you turn red as a tomato.

Your ears nearly burst at hearing them. Soon, everyone relaxed and sat down. You told them everything. You were in a HYDRA facility; Was experimented on; Showed them your powers; how you stole a HYDRA helicopter and flew all the way to the Tower. You were so hell-bent on coming home that you didn't even change your medical gown outfit.

They were amazed. And angry at HYDRA. But mostly amazed.

All of them were staring at you intently. Hawk-eye had glossy eyes. He wanted to kill every single HYDRA agent for experimenting on his baby sister. You didn't deserve this.

"Guys? Are you okay? Please don't worry about me. It's actually cool." You said, trying to be normal. It wasn't working out for you. Everything you tried so hard to forget before retiring from SHIELD came back to you. It was so overwhelming.

"(Y/n), we thought you were dead." Steve said in a low voice.

"But now you're alive. And you are an enhanced." Bruce exclaimed.

"So you can hear and sense and also see from far? Okay, tell me what I'm going to say." Tony asked with a smirk. You nodded and he whispered into Bucky's ear. Bucky nodded and smiled evilly.

"Don't even think about doing it, Tony. Loki will kill you if you steal his chocolates." You warned with a glare.

"DON'T YOU DARE TAKE MY CHOCOLATES, YOU MEWLING PISTACHIO!" Loki burst out with a dangerous look. He soon calmed down though.

"Guys can I - you know, change?" You asked in embarrassment while rubbing the back of your neck awkwardly. You were still dressed in slightly dirty medical gown with just a HYDRA jacket on.

They all nodded furiously, faces turning red. You giggled and walked to your room. Your brother decided to walk with you. You and him entered your room and he sat on the bed.

"How bad was it, (Y/n)?" Clint asked worriedly.

"I don't know, Katniss. I somehow don't remember what happened." You mocked as you sat beside him.

He chuckled and glared playfully. "At least you're not acting up like last time. I think it's good that you can't remember actually. It might've been traumatizing and you would start blaming yourself again."

He sounded like a know-it-all but he was right. You knew he was right and you were glad that you didn't remember, even though you were curious. You still blame yourself about what happened on 'the mission' and your emotions would always come flooding back.

"I still blame myself, Clint. I never stopped." You admitted in a low voice and your brother shook his head.

"You had no choice before. It was done before you could've stopped it."

" If I had just been quicker, I could've saved her, you know."

He nodded, "But you shouldn't blame yourself. What's done is done and you can't change it. You need to stop thinking about it, (N/n). Please." Your brother pleaded, worried about you.

You sighed and nodded, "I'll try."

Clint got up and gave you a hug. Pulling away, he walked out, leaving you brooding on your bed.

TIME SKIP

Punch. "Why-" Punch. "-me?" Punch. Punch. Kick. Punch.

You were currently punching the sand out of a poor punching bag. All your suppressed anger over the years was flowing through your veins, and ended up in strong blows on the bag. Everything was flashing through your mind, making you punch and kick harder and harder, faster and faster, ignoring your already bruised hands.

Being experimented on. Punch. 'The mission'. Punch; Being captured. Punch; Tied up and tortured. Punch; Your mission partner being tortured. Punck, kick; They killed her. PUNCH. PUNCH. PUNCH.

The punching bag went flying into the air and landed a few meters away with a thump. You were breathing heavily. Pain flooded through you but the anger overwhelmed you, making you feel numb.

"(Y/n), calm down. Relax." Swiftly turning around, you saw Steve holding out his hands, and staring at you in shock.

"Leave me alone," You growled.

"Only when you calm down, (Y/n). Look," He gestured to your hands warily.

A blinding purple glow was emitting from your hands. It was growing brighter and brighter. You shook them, hoping it would cease, but the anger in you fueled it.

"(Y/n), what's happening?" Steve spoke in a slightly scared tone.

"I can't stop it, Steve," You said in trembles.

"You're changing," The Captain exclaimed with horror-filled eyes.

Sure enough, your skin was turning black and scaly. Your body was growing larger and a tail sprouted from your tail bone along with wings growing from your back.

"What's happening?" You asked, but it came out as a deep growl.

You had transformed into a... Dragon?

What. The. Keel.

You started jumping on your four legs, here and there, moving fast and growling softly, in fright.

"Hey, (Y/n)! Calm down. It's going to be alright." Steve waved his hands to get your attention but you ignored him.

You started running around and crashed into a wall. Slumping down, your large black-green eyes were full of denial and shock. You stood up on your hind paws and held your flat face in your front ones, whining in pain. You shook your head and went back on all four legs again.

"(Y/n)? I don't know what's happening, but it's probably what HYDRA did to you with the scepter." Steve spoke calmly. It was weird how he could be so under control after you just shifted into a mythical animal.

Well, duh, Captain Obvious! You never turned into a dragon before!

You looked at Rogers, eyes turning into slits. but before that, you gave him a poker face. He eyed you carefully, and held out one hand. Your eyes became dilated and you took cautious steps towards him. He slowly raised his hand saying," I'm not going to hurt you."

You trusted him and put your head on his hand. He immediately looked into your huge eyes and smiled, scratching your head. You purred and went closer to him.

"Hey Steve, I'm ready for tha-what the hell is that?" You heard Clint's voice and looked up, spotting your brother near the door.

He was scared. You gave him a smile and whined happily. You ran to him and started licking his face.

"Ah! Help me, Steve! How is a dragon here? Wait! How does a dragon even exist? If this is Loki's pranks, he won. I won't take his chocolate again." Clint screamed and fell to the floor, covering his face from you. If he was going to die, his face would not be touched.

"I knew you were the one who stole my Milk of Dairies!" Loki yelled from the door, with his hand pointed upwards to accentuate his point, but then saw you as the dragon and stood frozen, eyes wide.

"I-I- uh," He uttered, his silver tongue turned to hard lead.

"Guys, relax. (Y/n) won't hurt you." Steve spoke in an amused tone. Apparently, he wasn't scared. He found you adorable. You ran back to Steve.

"(Y-y/n)? What are you talking about, Steve? " Clint asked incredulously towards Steve, who was petting you and you purred happily.

"The experiment on (Y/n), she was meant to turn into a dragon. Weird, I know." You snarled at him calling you 'weird' but he hushed you, "Which explains her enhanced senses." Steve continued.

Loki was still frozen near the door, with his hand still pointed upwards, and his mouth hung open. He scanned your dragon form and you noticed. It made heat rise to your face, which luckily wasn't seen. The god found you alluring. And mystical.

"Really? She is truly magnificent." Loki remarked, snapping out of his trance and walked to you. You were uncertain but took a few steps to him. Clint was still shocked on the ground, covered in dragon spit.

Loki put his hand up and you leaned into it, enjoying his touch. He smiled and started scratching you head and moved his hands to behind your ears, and then under your head, never stopping his scratching. You went closer to him and felt his body on your skin.

He scratched a spot under the side of your head and you fell on the ground, purring contentedly, with one leg up and moving. Loki chuckled at your cuteness and bent down, rubbing his hand over your scaly head. You kept purring, loving the feeling of his cool fingers on your warm head. He loved it.

Clint was finally composed himself and spoke, " (Y/n) turned into an adorable and possible killer dragon. Then how does she change back?"

"Where is everyone? Point break, you should've been watching ol' Reindeer. I think they- here they are. And - oh my! What the-" Tony stared in shock.

"WHAT'S THE MATTER MAN OF IR-" Thor walked in as well along with the rest of the Avengers, who stood stock still, watching Loki pet you with a genuine smile, while you sat down and smiled cutely. Your tail wagged from left to right.

"Brother, do not move. You may not know it, but there is a huge black beast near you." Thor whispered loudly. But his whispering was like normal talking. You jumped up quickly and ran to a far corner when you saw Natasha, Thor, Tony and Bucky take up their weapons and point it at you.

You looked with fear and started trembling. You wouldn't fight back. You couldn't hurt them even if they hurt you. Suddenly, you felt yourself transform back into human. Same human body with (skin color) skin.

You sighed in relief. Looking at the armed people, they had shocked expressions and dropped their weapons. Literally dropped. The weapons fell to the ground and Bruce jumped in surprise.

"Hi," You said, feeling awkward.

Somehow, when you were in dragon form, you had no clothes on but back to your original body, you had the same training clothes from before. You walked on all fours, but then remembered that you could walk on two legs and stood up, face red.

Steve, Clint and Loki snickered.

Soon, the others needed an explanation, and you gave them one, being occasionally interrupted by Steve, who added details.

"(Y/n), you know that with these powers, you can become an Avenger." Tony suggested proudly.

You shook your head furiously. "No. I'm not going back into the field. I'm not." You said fiercely.

"(Y/n) is right. I'm not allowing her anyway, powers or not." Clint supported, knowing that you didn't want to see anymore action for sometime now.

"Why not? Anyway, we have to report to Fury." Steve said seriously.

"Hey! It's funny! We kind of nicknamed you 'dragon' and you happened to be one! Cool, right?" Bucky spoke excitedly, bouncing slightly in his seat.

Everyone except Tony who chuckled, glared at him and you deadpanned, "No."

He shrunk in his seat.

"(Y/n), if you don't join the Avengers, you would be put under 24 - hour surveillance and continuous tests." Bruce said sadly.

"Plus, you already have control of the blasts from you palms. So all you need to do is train the dragon," Natasha finally said.

You considered this. Reluctantly, you nodded your head, while everyone except your brother cheered and whooped.

"Hmm. I have this weird craving for fish," You stated and ran to the kitchen.

Everyone's eyes followed you, with weirded out expressions.

-----------------

You had practiced a lot, continuously turning yourself into a dragon and back, and you finally got hold of your changes. It was pretty easy actually. Once in dragon form, your scaly skin was fireproof and you could shoot plasma blasts from your mouth. And you had finally coordinated your senses and movements, which made you stealthier.

Currently, you were running through the snow - covered forest, while shooting plasma blasts from your hands at the HYDRA tanks and soldiers, alongside Clint, Loki and Natasha.

Captain America and the Winter Soldier were riding bikes while taking down agents and Tony and Thor were taking down people from the skies. The Hulk was doing something. Probably smashing.

"Shit! The base is protected by some shield. JARVIS, run a scan." Tony exclaimed, while steadying himself from the bounce on the walls.

"Language!" Steve interjected. You and Loki chuckled. You sensed a sniper trained on Loki behind, and you snapped in that direction, spotting him and shooting the guy.

"Thanks." Loki spoke and smirked, while using his magic to make many images of himself, and all of them started taking down soldiers.

"Anytime! Romanoff, on your left!" You spoke through the comms, and she turned to said direction, shooting a guy. Now, Natasha was actually quite far away from you, but you smelled and heard him. Hence, the warning.

Clint and you got separated from the others. You both were in a desolate part, but you knew that you weren't alone.

Hearing and sensing fast footsteps on the soft white ground, you skillfully dodged as a silver-blue streak passed you, and you heard a surprised sound from it.

"What is that?" Clint asked, confused as to what just happened. The streak came back and knocked your brother's arrow down, but you sensed its movements when it came at fast speed towards you again.

You were pretty fast yourself since you were part-dragon. Of course, not as fast as the streak, but you could sense and dodge faster than an average human. Every time the streak came, you managed to dodge and more cuss words came out from it, apparently frustrated that it couldn't hit you. The streak came and knocked Hawk-eye and it stopped, revealing a muscular man, with silver blond hair and ice blue eyes.

"You didn't see that coming?" The man walked slowly aside your brother's tensed body, smirking. He spoke in a thick accent.

You sniffed the air slightly, and caught his scent. A bit sweaty but like... Candy?

You narrowed your eyes at him. "We have an enhanced in the field. He smells like candy." You reported through the comms.

"Copy that. Everyone keep an eye out," Bucky instructed.

You decided to see what would happen. Stupid move not to help your own brother, but the cocky, candy-smelling dude would be ripped to shreds if he attempted anything dumb. By you.

"IT'S RUDE TO SNIFF PEOPLE, LADY (Y/N)!" Thor exclaimed, which made your head throb at his loudness.

You shook your head and responded, "I can't control it, you know."

"Candy, really?" Natasha spoke disbelievingly, for the first time.

"Which kind?" Loki demanded, as he was very fond of candy. You could hear everyone chuckling, and even Clint was snickering.

The man heard you and whipped to you."Ah! The clever one!" He stated with an annoyed expression and dashed away from you. You huffed.

"(Y/n), are you okay?" Loki's concerned voice came over the ear piece.

"I'm fine." You looked at your brother who stood up and shook himself.

Your ears caught the sound of something. Rapid footsteps. Same scent of candy. He was heading straight for you.

You smirked, pretended not to pay attention and looked away. Clint was aiming another explosive arrow at a tank and you could sense the steps coming closer. When the silver haired man was about to push you at full speed, you stepped aside and grabbed his arm, throwing him against a tree a few feet away. He was heavy, that's for sure. You popped your shoulder back into place with a slight grunt. The speedster groaned in pain. Clint looked at you and then at the disheveled man. You just shrugged and walked over to the man.

"You didn't see that coming?" You mocked with a smirk and Clint chuckled.

The enhanced growled at you and got up and ran towards you yet again but you dodged. He let out an exasperated sigh. He then distracted Clint, who got shot.

"Clint!" You yelled and the speedster ran off.

"Agent Barton is down." Natasha spoke worriedly, and ran to help Clint. She said something and then Hulk took down the tank nearby.

Good Hulky.

You ran off quickly towards the building with Loki, who looked really good in his new armor given by Thor.

"I got Strucker." Captain America said and you glared at no one in particular. You hated Strucker for experimenting on you. You ran away from Loki, who asked you where you were going.

"Tony needs help to penetrate the barriers," You replied and he nodded.

You neared an entrance to the facility, where you changed to dragon form and started shooting and breaking down the walls. The debris that fell on you didn't hurt you because of your scales.

Iron man came near you. "Thanks, dragon!" He petted you slightly, which made you growl in annoyance and he backed away. Tony went into a large crack and started exploring.

You went back slowly to the quinjet after transforming back to human.

TIME SKIP TO NIGHT~~

You prepared for the party wearing a pretty red dress ending an inch above your knees. It was with lace, three-fourths sleeves and curve fitting. You had straightened your long, curly hair. Long story short, you looked stunning.

Walking to the elevator, you passed Bucky who was wearing a black suit and somehow managed to fit his metal arm. The second he saw you, he burst out laughing.

"What?" You asked confused.

"You look beautiful. But aren't you missing something?" He replied and bent over laughing loud.

"I look fine." You huffed and crossed your arms.

"Oh yeah! It would be perfectly fine to go to Tony's party wearing flip flops." Bucky retorted while still chuckling.

You looked down.

Gah. You forgot the shoes again!? You ran back to your room and replaced your slippers with black heels.

Finally, you went to the party. Bucky didn't even bother to wait for you. What a gentleman! (Note sarcasm)

The elevator doors opened and you stepped inside, where music was playing and chatter was heard. It was a little overwhelming for you, but you managed to keep it at a minimum.

Bruce and Natasha were talking to each other at the bar. Your ears picked up their voices and your eyes widened. They weren't talking. They were flirting.

"...."

Next!

Sam and Steve were playing pool. Walking over to them, you waved.

"(Y/n)! Good to see you again! How's it training the slow, baby dragon?" He commented smirking. Was that supposed to be insulting? He should really learn how to taunt people.

"Hey, Sammy. Still losing to the Capsicle at everything? As usual?" You retorted with a sweet smile.

"Ouch!" He held his hand over his heart dramatically. You chuckled and moved on, and spotted your brother. He was talking to someone.

Hmm. Never saw the man before. Walking closer, your eyes turned as large as saucers at the man.

"Hey, sis! Loki and I were talking about the candy dude. Apparently he still wants to know which candy the guy smells like. Me too!" Clint crossed his arms and smirked, while Loki glared.

"Well, this delectable mortal candy is most-" Loki looked at you and stopped mid- sentence and gulped slightly at your beauty. You yourself was holding your breath. Loki looked breathtaking. Your breathing went slightly ragged and your heart raced.

Ah! Hormonal teenager is back!

He wore a well- fitted suit. And man was it perfect on him. You doubted that anyone else could pull off a suit like him. A dark green shirt and dark golden tie with slicked back hair was worn.

"(Y/n), Y-you look b-beautiful." The god stuttered and choked, which made you surprised.

"You're not so bad yourself." You replied with a smile, wondering how you managed to say that sentence without stammering.

LET'S SKIP TO THE END OF THE PARTY-----

"It's some trick or curse. I'm telling ya- Whosoever is worthy shall lift- it's a trick." Your brother said, while twirling a drum stick as he sat on the floor leaning against your feet.

You were sitting on the couch, with Natasha and Bruce beside you. Bucky was next to Clint, Tony, Steve and Loki were on the opposite couch.

"I ASSURE YOU IT'S NOT A TRICK." Thor boomed, making you wince.

You glared and made a slight glow appear from your hand, which Thor eyed carefully. Natasha and Bruce chuckled and you smirked.

He immediately shut up after apologizing. Clint kept on twirling the drum stick and then began tapping it on the floor. Everyone started to get annoyed by that and you narrowed your eyes. With one swift movement, you bent down and grabbed it, and let a plasma blast form in your hand, which burned the stick to a crisp.

Clint started whining while the others thanked you. You chuckled and flattened your hair with a single stroke. Ewes

"You can try lifting it, Brother Clint." Thor spoke after sometime.

Clint perked up and said, "Really?"

"Of course!"

Clint got up and Tony joked," We understand if you won't be able to lift it, Legolas. We know you've had a rough week."

Everyone erupted into laughs. Clint ignored you all and pulled on the hammer.

Nothing.

Everyone else tried, but only the Captain managed to shift it slightly, which made Thor's eyes widen and Loki chuckle.

"(Y/n), why don't you try?" Tony asked.

"Oh. No, thanks! I'm pretty sure I won't lift it." You replied.

"Why not?" Bruce asked curiously. All the Avengers looked interested in your answer. You knew you wouldn't lift it. In the 'mission' you let her get killed, and you blamed yourself ever since.

"Guys leave her alone. If she doesn't want to, then forget it." Clint said in concern as he understood from the look on your face.

You smiled at him gratefully.

"If anyone can lift it other than Thor, it's (Y/n)!" Tony said stupidly.

Your face became pained, especially when you unintentionally recalled the 'mission'.

"No. But I'd rather see Loki try." You covered up, hoping to change the subject.

It worked! Oh yeah!

"Yeah! Go on, Loki." The captain said encouragingly.

Loki shook his head with a sad smile. "Never going to happen."

Thor stomped to his brother and carried him by his collar. You all laughed while Loki struggled and yelled. He was dropped near the hammer. Huffing, Loki retorted," I shall never lift it."

"You can do it, Frosty! At least try." You said and he looked at you, blushing at the faith you put in him.

"I know I shall not be able, because I have tried before, but this is the last time." Loki finally agreed, making you smile brightly.

Tony and Steve exchanged smirks at the cute couple they shipped. Grasping the handle, Loki pulled. It moved. An inch. More than the Captain.

Loki's eyes widened in disbelief and everyone gasped. You were smiling. You knew he became better.

Thor was grinning like never before. "MY BROTHER! YOU ARE SOON TO BE WORTHY! I KNEW YOU ARE STILL GOOD!" Thor kept on complimenting his brother, who was still shocked.

"Did he actually do that?" Banner asked in awe.

"I-I-" Loki tried to speak but then a robotic voice interrupted.

"How are you all worthy? You're all killers."

Everyone looked at a robot, bits and pieces missing, hanging on strings. It was Ultron.

It started explaining about peace by destroying the Avengers. It sent out a legion of robots, which you and the others easily defeated. Tony crushed the body of Ultron.

Turning around, he looked shocked. Running a hand through your hair in frustration, You were the first to yell angrily at Tony.

"You big chicken shit!"

"Language!" Bucky quipped.

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