#half of these costumes were chosen to fuck with Bruce

[mrmanbat]

Chat it’s mid December and you know what that means~

Batfam 2025 Halloween costume headcanons.

Alfred- Charles Carson. No one noticed.

Bruce- Dracula. Can’t beat tradition. (If tradition means Bruce being an emo shit.)

Kate- Wanda. From the marvel comics but specifically from WandaVision. Are you getting the vibe?

Helena- Joan of Arc. But like not slutty Joan of Arc. Helena would pull up in historically accurate battle armor. Go ahead and try to convince me I’m wrong.

Babs- it can only go one of two ways. Clifford, the big red dog, or Galinda. I think we both understand this on a spiritual level.

Dick- Dean from supernatural. That or Harley Quinn. Basically- ether something slutty or a greaser. Maybe both.

Jason- he goes as Luigi. Yk the healthcare ceo shooter? Take a moment to think about this bc I literally can’t list all the reasons this makes sense.

Steph- Jinx from Arcane. You can’t convince me she didn’t rope Duke or Tim into binging season 2 with her. (Cass was there willingly, no trickery involved.)

Cass- purge makeup. Bro doesn’t have the time to be creative. She does have a baseball bat with her so extra points for effort ig.

Tim- “think, think, brain blast.” No other comment.

Duke- green lantern. Same costume as last year. This bro also ain’t got the time to be creative.

Damian- he probably got invited to go trick or treating last minute so he just cuts out a ‘M&M’ from printer paper and taped it on a green sweatshirt.

(Ik I missed a few people. My bad, but I’m really tired and know next to nothing about Azrael or Maps. I’ve been meaning to read more of them but I’ve been unbelievably busy.

feel free to add characters -Batfam or not- in the comments or reposts or something, idk.)

[bigskydreaming]

You ever think about the fact that Dick Grayson’s parents were world famous acrobats? Like, at the absolute height of their chosen skillset? That for all that they were lower class because they were part of a traveling circus that was always on the verge of bankruptcy, they were widely regarded as THE reason that the circus was able to hang on at all, in a time when most other circuses had long since ceased to be profitable? With them being the big-name draw that got people to buy tickets, and it being a frequently used plot point that the circus probably wouldn’t have survived after their deaths if not for the patronage of people like Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson using his own money, or perhaps the Court of Owls making sure their investment and assassin training camp stayed afloat?

I mean, just thinking about how often Dick had to hear how lucky he was to be taken in by Bruce, how he got to grow up in the lap of luxury and had all these opportunities, that even as tragic as it was to lose his parents at such a young age, at least it led to all these doors being opened that never would have been a possibility for Dick otherwise....

Not to mention how frequently his family and friends make jokes about his original circus-inspired costumes as Robin and Nightwing....

Idk, just imagine just how often Dick Grayson, with his oh so infamous temper, has had to listen to crap like that and fight back the urge to tell people to shut the fuck up, like his life as AN EIGHT YEAR OLD INTERNATIONALLY FAMOUS ACROBAT was so terrible. Like his parents were just nobodies that he was kinda almost better off without, instead of them being two highly trained, highly skilled, highly praised athletes at the absolute apex of human ability, capable of feats that literally billions of other people couldn’t even dream of being able to do.

Imagine how often Dick Grayson has had to keep himself from snapping at his siblings for making jokes about the short pants and high collars that mimicked the aesthetics of his parents and the generations of aerialists in his family before them, who spent decades perfecting their craft and inventing tricks that ONLY his family was capable of, tricks that ONLY the Batfamily is capable of because it was Dick who taught them everything they knew about acrobatics, not Bruce....just like his parents had taught him, and their parents taught them, and so on, a time honored tradition whose origin is considered completely irrelevant in the Batman books and in the interactions with a family who doesn’t even think to consider paying their respects to all the members of Dick’s family without whom they couldn’t do half of what it is they do.

People never forget that its Dick’s origins as an acrobat that make him only of the most capable fighters in the DC universe, and indeed, in the Batfamily as well.....but they always forget that means it MATTERS that Dick wasn’t just born with those skills....he was raised to have them, trained from birth in the art of specific movements just as much as Cass was, even though in entirely different ways and for entirely different purposes. Dick Grayson’s parents might have been murdered when he was eight, but the extremely capable Nightwing, a fighter at the absolute top tier of DC’s fighters, is the ATHLETE he is, not just because of Bruce’s training....but because of everything he already had before he met Bruce, thanks to two of the greatest athletes in the world, aka his biological parents. 

[cacchieressa]

this be the verse

Redrikki requested Steph and one of the boys, so here is this:

"You don't have to come," Steph says. She's still numb, or maybe just so overwhelmed with emotions that she can't actually feel what she's feeling and the end result is the same. "Tim, I mean it. You're busy, and—"

"Kon can drop me off," he insists. He goes quiet for a long moment, then, "I would have wanted you there, when it was me."

She swallows hard and tries not to feel guilty that she hadn't been there for him when Jack Drake died. "Tim," she says and just breathes for a few seconds and listens to him do the same, like she used to back when they were still dating and the world seemed a lot lighter. "I would have wanted to be there."

"I'll see you tonight," he replies, and ends the call before she can say anything else.

*

Tim is the only member of the family Steph has a daylight connection to; she can only imagine the speculation if the police commissioner's daughter showed up at Cluemaster's funeral, let alone Bruce Wayne.

He sits next to her and makes small talk with the few relatives who show up at the funeral home, while she tries to figure out if this is going to be the thing that sets back her mother's recovery, or if it's going be the thing that sets them both free.

Steph squeezes her hand and she says, "I'm okay, honey. I'm okay."

Steph wishes she believed her. She wishes she was telling the truth when she replies, "Me, too."

She gets up to stretch her legs, Tim at her elbow, and spots a familiar storm cloud face at the back of the room. She speeds up a little and holds out her hands in a genuine mix of pleasure and gratitude not to Damian, who looks like he'd rather be anywhere else (for once a feeling she totally shares with him) but to Alfred, who is with him.

"Alfred," she says, slightly too loud, and then, mindful of the company, "Mr. Pennyworth. Thank you so much for coming." She wants to hug him but he's probably too British for that and anyway, she's barely supposed to know him, and only as Tim's driver.

"We came to pick up Drake," Damian interjects. "It is on the way home."

"My dear girl," Alfred murmurs, ignoring him. "My condolences to you and your mother." He gives her hands a gentle, comforting squeeze before releasing them."

"Tt. You are both better off without him."

'"You're not wrong," she says, "but—"

"It is complicated," he allows, and he'd know.

"Yeah." Her eyes prickle with tears for the first time since she'd heard the news and she blinks them back in surprise, chest tight with an unusual feeling of warmth towards Damian—he's chosen to be here, because there's literally no way the Nolan Funeral Home is on the way to or from the Manor from Gotham Academy.

She turns to Tim and presses a quick kiss to his cheek. "Thanks again for coming, Tim. I wish I could have been there for you."

"I know." Tim nods. "See you tonight?"

"Yeah. No. I don't know."

He gives her a wry half-grin. "Okay."

She does hug him, and gives Damian a pat on the shoulder that makes him scowl but Alfred hustles them out before he can say anything too cutting.

Steph heads back to the big armchairs at the front of the room, where her mother is now talking to Aunt Beth and Uncle Harry, the only relatives on the Brown side of the family Steph can stand, and lets herself get folded into the conversation. She'll make the decision about her night job later.

*

Steph does go out eventually; she'd debated for a long while before pulling on her costume and heading out towards the GU campus. Crime stops for no one in Gotham, and certainly not for Stephanie Brown.

She busts up a mugging and escorts a trio of drunk girls back to the dorms before she heads back into the city proper. After two hours of listless solo patrolling, she finds herself in the Narrows, on the roof of the old apartment building she'd lived in as a kid. She used to sit on the fire escape and wish for Batman to come and rescue her and her mother, long before she realized she could put a mask on and rescue herself.

She's lost in thought so she startles when someone touches down next to her on the roof. She can just imagine Batman's thunderous frown and, even worse, Bab's disappointed sigh, and forces herself not to shudder at the thought. Things are better now, even between her and Bruce, even though she slapped him. Maybe even ever since she slapped him. She really is glad he's not dead. It's sad she can't say the same about her actual father. Red Hood settles down beside her, dangling his legs over the edge of the roof and popping off his helmet.

"Hey."

She nods in response. She probably should have expected him—this is his territory, and despite the truce he and Dick have worked out, she's not supposed to be here unless he calls for help or she's in hot pursuit.

Maybe she should apologize, but she doesn't. He doesn't press. They sit in silence for a while.

Finally, he says, "I'm sorry."

It takes her a second to process it, and then she says, "I'm not."

He shakes his head. "No, of course not. That's not what I meant."

"Oh?"

"I'm sorry that even though you had a shitty B-list supervillain for a dad, you probably are still feeling some ways about everything."

"Yeah, okay. That makes sense." She laughs. "I should have known you'd get it." She holds out a fist and he bumps it.

"Dead Robins, yeah?"

Her mouth goes a little wobbly. She'd thought they were alike sometimes, especially before he came back, but she never thought he had. She has to swallow hard and her voice is still hoarse when she says, "Yeah."

He nods and they sit in companionable silence again for a while. He stares down at the blank eyes of his helmet and says, "They fuck you up, your mum and dad. They may not mean to but they do."

"What?"

"It's from a poem," he mutters. "Philip Larkin."

"A poem?" She presses a hand to her chest to mime shock. "The big bad Red Hood is reciting poetry to little old me?" She laughs so hard she snorts. "And I thought Tim was the nerdy one."

"Shut up. Tim is the nerdy one. Poetry is cool."

She leans over and bumps his shoulder. "Yeah, okay. Poetry is cool. I'll let you have it this time, since you're being so nice."

"I'm not being nice," he says. "I just know something about having a shitty dad who dies on you."

"Yeah, okay," she says again. This time, she reaches over and curls her hand around his. "Thank you."

"Only for you, BG. Only for you."

She blinks back tears again before she climbs to her feet. She squares her shoulders and puts her hands on her hips, and for once Gotham obliges her by sending a breeze to make her cape billow majestically.

"What do you say, Red Hood? Want to work out our feelings by punching some crime in the face?"

He stands and puts on his helmet in one smooth motion. "I thought you'd never ask." He leaps off the building, and Steph follows, feeling more like herself than she has all night.

[bbparker]

Hold onto Me pt.2 (Steve R. x Reader x Tony S.)

Summary: (Y/n) is the newest member to the team with a history with Tony. She’s bubbly and can see the humour in anything- She’s exactly what Steve needs in his darkest hours, except Tony is possessive over her and both build up welts of jealousy over her. Little did they know this can have disastrous effects on those around them.

A/N: So this happened and I LOVE IT! Get ready for your heart to die…

Warnings: Angst, gruesome content, death and blood.

Words:

Song to play on (****) for this chapter: Fix You by Coldplay- here (Play repeatedly until end)

[Part 1]

// Masterlist //

Walking onto the plane, (y/n) could feel the tension. Rolling her eyes, she made her way past Tony and Steve, both who had seats opened next to them. They watched as she ignored their presence and made her way to the front seat. Though she could have used her powers to be in the front seat in five seconds, (y/n) was trying to make a point that an ego or testosterone running wild, wouldn’t be tolerated.

“Hey, how’re you holding up? You end up getting that job with the professor?”

Tony and Steve glanced at each other at Nat’s words but ended up looking over to their common interest.  “Yeah, I did. He said they’re ready for me whenever I’m ready,” (y/n) shouts over the noise of the plane, but also to make it clear to the boys she was really leaving. Wanda, Vision and Clint joining them on the plane before it took off. “I thought you retired old man?” “I never could stay away from a good fight, you know me (y/n)” She laughed, happy that one of her friends were back and fighting with the team. When (y/n) had stabilised the plane in the air, she handed the controls over to Natasha and walked to the back of the plane, where small water bottles lay.

Turning around to remind Clint about something, (y/n) came face to face with Tony’s chest, “Can I help you Mr. Stark?” Tony glared a little at the use of his last name, they’d known each other for years and suddenly a tiny thing happens and she’s ready to start from the beginning. “Don’t Mr. Stark me, (y/n). Why are you so upset of the prospect that we have feeling-”” That’s very childish-”” (Y/N) I don’t know about Steve, but I’m sure as hell in love with you and I don’t find that childish. That years later, my fucking feelings have come back and hit me full force.” (Y/N) looked up into Tony’s brown eyes, somewhat in awe of his confession. “Don’t you know how big that is for a guy like me?” “Tony, I-I do, and I’m appreciative of your feelings. However, this doesn’t change the fact that you and Steve are in another fight because of it; that you have changed the team dynamics for it.”

“I’d change anything for you, (y/n). Please, tell me I’m not doing something stupid by falling in love with you.” (Y/n) remained silent, “you’re always doing something stupid tony…but being in love with someone can never be a mistake. Unless it’s with like a kid or a HYDRA agent or something., because that’s just weird.” There was a momentary pause before both Tony and (y/n) were laughing like old friends once again; the tension between the two leaving. “Which reminds me, where’s banner and the kid?” “Bruce, no idea. He went MIA two weeks ago and as if I’d let Peter come on a mission like this…” “Wait, Bruce is missing and you didn’t say anything?!” (Y/n) continued to chide Tony on not telling her this while explained that Bruce needs space.

From the other side of the plane, Steve looked up from his PADD with saddened eyes. He’d heard part of Tony’s speech to know that he’d beat him to the punch, but worst of all he’d probably just lost the only girl he’d ever fallen in love with after Peggy. The two separated, Steve glancing between them and decided to take his chance. It was now or never. Placing his PADD down, he walks slowly, as if approaching a predator, and tapping her on her shoulder. Turning once again, (y/n) mutters, “why is it so hard to get a water bottle uninterrupted here?”

“Uh here” Steve mutters awkwardly, reaching behind her and passing her a water bottle. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt you…” “No, that’s okay.” (Y/n) smiled up lightly at Steve but he didn’t get the sense of relief that Tony did, in fact it seemed to build. “Is there something you needed Captain?” Scratching the back of his head, Steve stumbles over multiple words, not quite making sense. He’d never actually, out loud, said I love you to a girl and never after someone else had just done so. “N-nothing, I just wanted to grab a water bottle.”

“Oh, okay.” (Y/n) had slight disappointment that only confused her and moved to the pilot’s seat once more. Steve watched her as she did so, sighing in defeat. Looking over to Tony, he smirked, knowing all along that he was never shy with feelings but Steve was the complete opposite. He’d had enough rejection within his life to doubt himself, even eighty years later. Looking down from Tony’s devil-like eyes, Steve grabbed a water bottle and then glanced to his left, towards the cockpit. “Damn it…” He muttered.

(more underneath)

——

“ETA in ten minutes, gear up boys and girls.” Again, allowing Nat to take control, (y/n) made her way to where her gear was lain out next to Wanda’s. “You ready for this snowflake?” She asked the Scarlet Witch. “Hmm, somewhat. I know this isn’t going to be an easy mission, attacking one of Crossbones’ hideouts, but I know our team can pretty much do anything.” (Y/n), glancing over her shoulder, only hummed in some sort of agreement as she looked between a geared-up Iron Man and Captain America. Lingering slightly on the disheartened face Steve seemed to have as he looked at his shield, lost in his own mind. “I’m not so sure about team anymore…”

Grabbing some of her throwing knives and spear, (y/n) sheathed them on her waist and back. Watching as the remainder of the team adjusting parts of their uniform and weapons. Glancing once more behind her, Wanda seemed to follow her eyesight, “Ah, I see you’ve finally discovered the two-idiot’s infatuation with yourself, no?”

“Yeah, I caught them fighting.” (Y/N) was still looking at them, watching Steve as he ran his hands over the colours and the scratches permanently embedded in his shield from T’Challa.

“And what do you think?”

“What do I think about what?” Wanda adjusted her corset-like costume before turning to (y/n), “about them being in love with you? Have you chosen one?”

“Chosen one? I don’t think this is the time or place for relationships, Wanda. Plus, I’ve already been transferred over the Xavier after this mission, you know that. A relationship would definitely not work then.”

“You’re so serious about this (y/n) … plus you didn’t say you didn’t like one of them.” Wanda smirked and crossed her arms, now leaning her hip on the wall. “Well…” (y/n) said turning to look over at both men who seemed to openly ignore each other, sighing. “They’re both amazing guys, don’t get me wrong but- ““-but you don’t want to hurt them…and you already have a certain someone on your mind!” Wanda squealed. (Y/n)’s eyes widened, “oh no I certainly don’t!” Turning back to her station he pressed the button to close it and turned towards the back of the jet. Stretching her legs slightly, (y/n) attempted to stretch the suit out at the same time. It was skin tight but not as flexible when it goes unused.

“Liar!” Both girls laughed, catching the attention of three superheroes.

——

It seemed they undermined the enemy and they had obtained some mutants on their side. Even with (y/n)’s super speed, the other mutant’s powers seemed to weigh in against her. A pink haired girl threw out a force field, which (y/n) ran full force into. “Gah!” She fell to the ground, her whole-body throbbing from the prolonged running. Blood dribbled into her mouth and down her chin from her nose, (y/n) quickly hiding it away with her sleeve. The blood just smearing across her face and making her appear even more threatening. “(Y/n), you okay?” Clint asked as he placed a hand on her back as she sat up, blinking rapidly to get rid of the black spots. “I’m good, pfft…” Standing and slightly wobbling, Steve’s voice finally calls it. “Fall back, there’s no way we can break through the wall of mutants!”

“C’mon, let’s get back (Y/N).” “I’m not going to argue!” She yelled as they jogged back, both too exhausted to run; the enemy kept firing from the large guns atop the mountainside.

A huge explosion rocks the Earth, stemming from a couple meters away from (y/n) and Barton. “Shit, they’re ammo’s just getting bigger!” Tony yells over the comms. As the communication continues, Nat notices a lack of absence from her two friends. “Barton, (y/n)? Has anyone got eyes on Barton or (y/n)?”

The comms went quiet, two bodies lying in the dirt, still. “(Y/n)? Barton?”

Still… nothing.

….

 Muffled sounds enter her ears, more like the shout of her name. “(Y/N)! Where are you! Please tell me you’re okay!” It was Steve. “I-I… I’m fine. The missile went off near Barton and I but we’re both fine. An audible sigh of relief went throughout the team. “I’M DEAF!” A man shouts near (y/n). Looking over she found Barton looking around until he spots her. “You’re deaf you half-wit!” Being able to read lips, Barton laughs, “oh yeah…” Spotting the hearing aid developed by Tony on the ground, (y/n) picked it up and shoved in in his ear. For a moment, both just sat there staring at nothing, as if the people around them weren’t in a battle. 

(Y/n) came back to the world and turned to Barton once again, finally noticing his injuries. “Clint! How do you not feel that!” “Wha- oh.” A very large piece of shrapnel had landed within his thigh. Standing, (y/n) put Barton’s arm over her shoulder but an unnatural gust of wind blew past both, blowing them on their backs again. A face appeared above (y/n) with long hair like fire and green piercing eyes, “So slow,” and then they were gone. Another speedster, “shit” (Y/N) said.

Putting her finger to her comm, (y/n) began ordering some of her team. “Someone get to my location, southwest of the forest, and get Barton! We have another speedster in the field! I repeat we have another speedster!” The panic was clear in her voice, she’d only met another speedster once and thy were luckily a friendly. This one, however, was playing for the other side and judging by her exhaustion, she was almost no match. Zipping to Barton she ripped some material from his shirt and tied it around the top of his leg quickly to try and prevent further blood loss. “Be safe…” (y/n) said to Barton, kissing on the forehead and zooming off the stop the speedster from touching her team, before he could say anything. Taking out her comm, to stop herself from being distracted, (y/n) closed her eyes, the firing of guns ceased to exist to her, only footsteps.

The thumping of fast feet was heard to her left, instantly (y/n) dashed that way, her sliver lightning mixing with green. She could see the other girl infant of her, aiming for Tony, who was amongst the other team members standing in a circle defending themselves. Pushing herself to run faster in her exhaustion, she tackles the red-haired girl. Both girls seemingly appearing from nowhere, scared the daylights out of everyone. However, they were unable to distinguish who was winning the fight due to their fast movements. Both stood across in the open areas of the forest, the Avengers, besides Nat and Barton, stood watching as their sides ran full force at each other. The red haired super kicked (y/n) directly in the stomach at full force, making (y/n) fly back into a tree. “(Y/n)!” Tony yelled at your weakened state, barely unable to get up from the floor.(****) Tony and Steve could only watch as their love was beaten before their eyes, attempting to interfere only to be met with (y/n)’s pleas to stay back.

Standing from another beating, she raised her fists. The blood smeared her face, some of her suit torn on the torso and her whole left sleeve torn off. Turning to Wanda, Steve began yelling for her to something, “I can’t Steve! I can’t get a read on her she’s moving way to fast!” The whole team panicked as the girl they’d come to all love in the six months she was a part of their team, get ripped to shreds; outmatched by someone younger, stronger and not exhausted. “We can’t do nothing!” Steve yelled, trying to get his team to act; even Vision had lost hope, not as quick as the speedster either. 

They all watched as (y/n) was held up by her throat, “you’ll die here, for nothing. For nobody!” She screamed, hand vibrating and ready to run it through (y/n). Tony couldn’t do anything, he’d lost hope, but Steve couldn’t and wouldn’t; he would be damned if he didn’t at least try. “NO! PLEASE!” Steve sprinted towards the scene, he’d do anything for her, even the impossible. (Y/n) reached out her hand as if to stop of hold him, she wasn’t sure and it all seemed to go in slow motion as the other speedster caught what she was so desperately reaching for. Her safety. Her everything. The Captain, of course. Smirking, the green-eyed brought her face to (y/n)’s, “But first I’ll make you watch your beloved die, and there’s nothing you can do, you’re weak… pathetic!” Laughing, she threw the girl to the ground and picked up a rather large branch; (y/n)’s world stopped. “No…” She said weakly from the ground, watching as the girl got ready to charge at Steve, a radon branch propped in her hands to stab him with. “STEVE, RUN PLEASE!” He didn’t listen, his only goal was to get to her- the love of his life. He would not let another love slip through his fingers, not again.

“NO!” She screamed as the speedster with green lighting was already jumping, ready to strike Steve’s heart and he wouldn’t be able to move fast enough to block with his shield. (Y/n) can see his baby blues from here, he’s so frightened but he’s fighting it, for her; eyes full of too much love for her to leave her. Tears streamed her face, “you foolish man!” and suddenly…she was there. In front of Steve. Both speedsters were wide eyed as they eyed each other. (Y/n) coughed, blood spluttering her chin and uniform. As once last act of strength, (y/n) sped up her hand and phased through the other girl’s body, grabbing onto her heart. “So slow.” (Y/n) muttered as she crushed in in the palm of her hand, and dropping her to the ground. Something warm and numb was covering her torso.

There was a pause, “(y-y/n)?” Turning as slow as she could to face Steve, “Steve?” And then she was on the ground. Sounds were muffled once again, and she could see his face above hers. “(Y/n)! Nonono, please, PLEASE! God, please (y/n)!” His pleas were the only things she could hear, his face the only thing he could see. Though she was sure there were others, her focus was on him. “Steve…” Steve’s helmet was now removed and his tears streamed freely as he looked upon the love of his life. It kind of reminded (y/n) of that song by cold play song that Barton used to play throughout the tower all the time. Something about tears and losing something you couldn’t replace… when you’re too in love to let it go.

“I-I’m sorry Stevie, looks like I wasn’t ready to let you go just yet…” Gasping for breath, (y/n) smiled though knew she had limited time. Lifting a hand to Steve’s face as his tried to stop the bleeding around the thick branch inserted through the centre of her body. “no, you’re fine. You’re gonna be just fine baby, please just stay a little longer. Keep your eyes one me.” “You know you have the most expressive and beautiful pair of eyes Mr. Rogers? S-s-spotted it t-the f-first time I met you, d’you r-remember?” It was getting harder to talk and Steve’s cry turned into full on sobs as he ordered the team to get the jet here and now. “I-I remember, Baby. Zoomed right into my face the first time we met.” A sob and a laugh left his mouth remembering how stunned he was by your mere presence and now looking down he still thinks your beautiful, just broken. “He, yeah those were the days. I-I didn’t call Xavier” She muttered, her speech slowing and becoming inaudible.

“GET THE JET HERE NOW!” Steve screamed, he knew you were leaving, “Please stay with me (y/n)! Don’t leave me!” “I didn’t call because I knew I’d never be able to leave… not you…. not ever…” Steve put his forehead to hers, blood smearing onto his face and in his hair but he didn’t care.

“Please (y/n) don’t leave me now! You said you weren’t going to be able to leave then, so please don’t leave now!” The jet landed behind Steve but the noise couldn’t be heard by either people. “S-Steve, open your eyes…” He did and came face to face with her eyes, she admired the sea blues that looked back at her. The colour sent her into worlds unknown and finally he leaned in and kissed her. Not a goodbye but a promise.

Pulling away, Steve felt (y/n)’s hand on his cheek, smiling lightly at him. The next minute her body gave a great big heave before her limbs became limp, the hand leaving his face and smile dropping. “NO! (Y/n) please, don’t… I love you, I love you! I’m sorry I couldn’t say it before, but I’ll say it now, just please come back!”

The Avengers stood back and watched the man they called Captain and the speedster they’d come to love, be destroyed and there was nothing they could do but watch as he screamed for his beloved.

Part 3?

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