#hope pym x reader

[fandomnerd9602]

Hi, can you write about Hank Pym x six-year-old granddaughter Y/N.

Hank: pass me the 3/8th wrench

Y/n passes the 5/8ths wrench...

Hank: sweetheart I asked for the 3/8th

Y/N: i think the 5/8th will work better, grandpa

Hank tries it out, perfect. Hank smiles proudly...

Hank: you're definitely your mother's daughter.

Scott: she's my daughter too, Hank

Hank: don't remind me, Scott

[jackiequick]

Marvelous OCs — Agents, Aliens, Asgardin and Assistance oh my!

Andrew J. West as The Kree Poet 📝

Earth Name: Enzo Daniel Ren Mills

Kree Name: Amos ‘ELREN’ Katz

Nickname: The Poet, Danny, Amor, Kaz, Spacey, Squirt,

Abilities: Teleportation, deep hearing, shapeshifting, and basic combat skills

Height: 5’11

Relationship Status: Single

Age: Human age 36, Kree years 42

Friends: Carol Danvers, Nick Fury, Maria and Monica Ramnbow, Coulson and a few others

Basic information:

Amos arrived on Earth in 1995, originally for a small mission for the Kree to understand and analyze connections between the human beings. He was just an new solider for them at the time, being careful and open minded about everything, he knew the mission taking photographs, scouting places and understand everyone.

But he fell in love with them, the world. Culture, people, food and services they had. The life they live being a hard one but he doesn’t mind it too much. Especially the music, sounds, films and styles. He adored it all, as if he was meant to be there! He knew he was different from the other Kree his age, he didn’t look like the others, he looked human.

Because he was—is human! With some of his memories and mannerisms forgotten from being taken over the years over there.

Sooo he went AWOL believing that since he was too young, they wouldn’t mind him gone missing guessing they would sent another experienced person to do the job. Amos changed his name and took a job in a bar becoming a poet who played his guitar there as he embraced the life on Earth.

Everything was fine until one afternoon he was working there, he noticed VERS—Carol Danvers—an Kree warrior and an young man speaking. Nick Fury, agent of SHIELD. He tried to keep an low profile around them, when VERS noticed him and called Amos over.

Fury was confused of course until VERS explained, as Amos shy away listening to the conversation and situation at hand. He sighed, even being dragged along for the ride.

In result, he met entered the SHIELD Facility meeting Coulson as him and VERS found files on the faces. SHIELD has tags on plenty of people across the country.

When he found out about that, he wasn’t proud of that kidnapping as his files said they took him when he just a young man exploring the Seattle woods stumbling upon Kree technology. He didn’t know any better, he was curious about it and wanted to understand his findings, as they knocked him out cold refusing to kill him.

Carol Danvers and Kit Ren Mills. They’re real names. Amos kept the last name part, staying as Enzo Daniel Mills. Eventually, meeting Maria and her young daughter Monica who was friends with Carol, even stumbling into Coulson while on the run.

They met an little alien designed as a kitty cat named Goose, but Amos was willing to call the cat Chewie due to him recently watching Star Wars and the cat was a fur ball in his opinion. Nick even wanted to keep him!

After the overwhelming mission was over, he decided to stay in contact with Fury, becoming an unofficial member of the agency that is SHIELD. Fury code named him, ‘Spacey’ and ‘Kaz’ having him the an extra pair of eyes and ears sometimes calling in if there is an odd occurrence some part of the world.

As for Maria and Monica, he stays in touch with them. Coming over to visit with his guitar, movie nights, as they teach him/help remember the missing years he had on Earth.

And for Carol, they became friends as she nicknames him ‘Squirt’ and he rolled his eyes. They shared an experience and understanding of not knowing who they truly are, learning to become themselves and experience life themselves. Reporting their concerns on Earth & Space as well, telling Fury all about it.

Hell, Enzo is supportive of her becoming a mother down the line and encourages Carol’s path as a hero meanwhile he stays an bit of an musician.

He remembers meeting a young Michelle Danvers, being a spitting image of her mother with a love for music and a dazzling grin that portrayed some enlightened powers. Enzo blamed himself for the music part as he showed her all the type of Earthquaking music and poetic lyrics he could find. But Michelle loved it very much!

Phoebe Tonkin as The Explorer Of Healing🌌

Full Earth name: Donna Winnifred (D.W.) Clark

Asgardin name: Lady Mira Damaris

Nicknames: Donny, D.W., Winnie, Ms. Clark, Mama bird and etc

Abilities: Healing anyone physical with a flick of a wrist or her fingertips. She’s also great as strategy

Relations: Lady Sif, Loki, Thor, Möbius, Fandral & The Warriors 3

Height: 5’8

Age: Over less than a thousand years old, human years 28

Basic information:

She was married to Lady Sif and in love with Fandral for a while (they’re dead now soo she’s single). She’s part of the Warriors 3 for years. Traveling the lands, healing and helping people, fights among the Realms and plenty of parties

She loves it but there was one places she hasn’t been to often nor explored every well, Earth. Sif and the warriors 3 were afraid for her safety and at odds with the idea of Midgard due to the fact it might be harmful.

Hell Thor wasn’t too pleased with it since he already been to Earth twice already but he scared she won’t adjust to it well. Yes, she already been to Midgard before when she met to get him back to Asgard in 2011 but she didn’t stay long to get an experience of it all.

She assured them that she will be fine and make sure not to get into too much trouble, promise to return back home. Even if people might see her as a witch if she uses her powers to heal someone or two, it was in her nature to help.

Due to her stubbornness and sweet tooth nature, she took to Earth’s culture with an odd turn. She had a strategy to go there and get a feel for the people, helps them secretly if she found someone hurt. Yes, Mira was scared and a little cocky to be there on her own seeing plenty of people walking past her however the fresh treats of the fall time soften her up.

She was a coffee shop in Las Vegas when it started, seeing everyone in their busy lives meanwhile other people were taking it slow. She was taking in and reading the small books they offered customers to take as entertainment, aside from the TV and music of course, Mira smiled softly taking it all in. She remembers Thor’s stories about The Avengers with their kids and Pop-Tarts, his tales about Jane, Bruce Banner and Tony Stark in their lab. The book she was reading had plenty of names in them, she decided to play around with a piece of paper writing them and try to adopt an persona with them.

Ms. Clark, Winnifred, Athena, Sally, Jamie, and Ruth. None of them went right to her, at least Winnifred Clark stuck in her head. She liked it, using it as she smiled.

The next few days, she stumbled across movies in the motel she staying and walks long the park, when she saw a little girl hurt and she rushed over to her help her. She fell off the monkey bar and her arm was hurting, the little girl Maya Sullivan who in the future would grow to become a Lawyer and an TVA agent, she was pouting upset but she wasn’t scared of Mira letting her help her. Once she did, Mira told her to keep a secret as she healed her with the touch her fingers and a gentle welcoming smile. Maya gasped saying, “You’re magic like a fairy or something! Thank you so much.” The girl happily ran off and left.

Mira smiled sheepishly and felt good, accomplished what she wanted, to help anyone who came in her path. She was lucky enough for it to be a sweet little blonde like her with such firey spirit, smarts and kindness in her.

Later on though, she would be found out by Phil Coulson as he was on a mission with his team to entrap an Enchanting witch from Asgard, along with Lady Sif’s help as she was the one to come to the man originally for guidance on the matter. Once it was delivered and done, Coulson thanked both women and they thanked him in return for his efforts. Sif returned home to Asgard with a smile but Mira to stay a bit long to experience Midgard’s finest things, Coulson gave her the Earth name ‘Donna’ afterwards since she was undercover for them during that period of time of the mission.

Eventually of course, her trip to Midgard came to an end knowing she return back to experience some more. Years went by, Mira did visit Earth accompanying Thor and meeting the Avengers/Young Avengers with delightful things to remember about them. Things went as far as Mira, also known as Donna Winnifred Clark, was brought onto some adventures at the TVA meeting Möbius and the others.

Colin Donnell as Agent Of Clearnce🕹

Full name: Alexander Thomas Boyd

Age: 32

Height: 5’10

Nicknames: Alex, Alec, Tommy, Agent, Stars, Chaser

Relationship Status: Singles

Friends: Henry Stacy, Maria Hill, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Phil Coulson, Captain Danvers and a few others

Skills: Getaway driver, sharpshooter, archery, basic training with hand to hand combat, wound care, levels of communication, distraction and etc

Basic information:

This man has no patience at all. He’s nice and flirty, but he got a temper that is always ticking. He’s quick, smart, and a tendency to lay low to do his job for an nice paycheck.

Alex was always one to shoot first, ask questions later when it came to his job not just combat but as archer as well. His father was well respected in archery, working for crime bosses around his town and a few gangsters, which let Alex down a similar situation taking down men who he had himself believed were doing wrong in his cities. Making sure he was never seen, in taking moments in 3 story buildings to land his shooting skills into someone’s back then reporting back to his boss with results.

Get in and get out.

Soon enough he was spotted in by Phil Coulson’s agents after Agent Romanoff’s gave the man a tip of someone who was in the same position as she was during a mission. Since that very night, a millionaire called Damon Calver was being an old ass and transferring his money into vials of Vertigo doses as a drug for people. Alex was originally there to shoot a couple of personalized arrows into the man’s equipment and transfer the money to end the man as bankrupt instead. Everything was going fine until SHIELD showed up, giving him a proper proposal to stop Damon from his wrongdoing and after a while, Alex accepted the request.

Afterwards, he found himself being brought in SHIELD, meeting Coulson, along with the others. They always gave the man an offer to join SHIELD, telling Alex about their organization. Saying, beforehand, things at SHIELD used to be simple but over the years things got kinda crazier due to Aliens, Androids, Asgardins and Wizards coming left and right.

Alex is a rather chill guy, a helper on the floors running around headquarters on errands and scouting cities in different departments in the area. But he never stayed forever, wanting to do things his own way but if SHIELD needed backup he would make time out of his schedule to get some work done for them.

Always assigned to introduce new recruits and shipments out to people, hanging out with other agents and encounters new people every so often. He’s always someone’s right hand depending on a missions and curious on the circumstances of the situation. For example, he was tasked with getting files of the main 6 Avengers such as Bruce Banner and Tony Stark, reporting to his boss.

With his short lived medical background, Alex has always been an agent with the quick skill set to patch and take care of an agents wounds, being brought in my the medicine department for certain damage control.

Not just that, he was always well versed in wound care due to his past of being a sniper in high place taking down shots making sure where to hit and how clear his target had to be. Such as in 2011 when Thor came to New Mexico, he was one of agents tasks to taser the god of thunder to drop to his knees and shot him, if he did anything funny. It’s where he met Agent Barton that same night along with his darling wife and daughter years later.

If you ask him how many Avengers and X-Men are there, he will just tell you “Ah well, at this time there is a whole bunch of them, including their kids!”. He loves it though, since there is alway something interesting going on the news reports.

Victoria Pedretti as Assistant to the rich and famous 🖨

Full name: Josie Madeline Stone

Nicknames: The helper, JoJo, Maddie, Stony, Mother Goose, Potts Jr, The babysitter and etc

Age: 24

Height: 5’3

Worked for/with: The Starks, The Felton’s, The Richards, The Osborns, The Pyms. Mostly whenever the agency sends her out

Relationship Status: Single but always willing to mingle!

Skills: Languages, hand to hand combat due to boxing classes, patience, communication and time management

Basic information:

She grew up in New Orleans with a simple education and a nice set of friends. Her family life wasn’t the best with her parents sometimes working late hours, resulting in her having to help raise her siblings and figure out what job she wanted.

She had no idea what she wanted to do, more focused on being in the moment instead and enjoying herself.

But she was always into the idea of helping others, learning about other’s experiences and taking care of people. She has been very hesitant and scared about raking on the tasks, standing in the corners watching others instead.

Eventually that resulted in her realizing she liked social work, human relations and resources, and being an honest assistance to others. She became one of the assistants for a new media companies and small businesses, eventually working her way up into working at an agency.

Due to the agency, she was tossed into becoming one of the accounting assistants for Hope Van Dyn for a while, it was a simple and rather nice experience. Soon enough, the agency would sent her to be one plenty people to bounce between The Starks & The Feltons.

The Feltons, she was a little unmotivated and tired running around the children such as Rochelle and her siblings. As well her cousin Liane when she visited was rather annoying. Their parents dropped her of as the coined phrase ‘The Babysitter’ or ‘The Help’ since they saw Joise as so young at the time and easy to please, thinking she a simple nanny.

Joise wasn’t sure if she was a right fit for helping the rich and famous families, to experience it all when she was hired for The Felton. However, she made it work finding tips and tricks to please the kids and teenagers. They just wanted some attention and a bit of freedom, so she gave that to them around the house.

As for work, it was mainly a lot of odd emails she had to respond to and events reschedule for the family. The Feltons left her in the dark for a lot things, telling her to only do as she’s told and will be payed soon enough. Josie would sigh muttered, “Pym was easier..” as she would type up another email or knock on Ms. Felton’s bedroom door to remind her of a 5 o’clock meeting. Plenty of photoshoots to attend, parties to plan, following the weekends with children going to the malls, and in house organized events. But a lot of rooms and meetings were always kept out of her hands, but due to her sources she always got a tip or two about what happened in the rooms.

It was an spectacular surprise working for The Starks however. As it was, Jason who called a few agencies to send some help around the house. Whatever assistance is appreciated with 3 kids (yes, Tony Stark is a grown up kid sometimes according to him, Peggy, Maria and Pepper) for a while. Josie along with her co-workers, loved being able to stand on the sidelines and watching the routines, becoming familiar with things and helping out when needed.

Pepper loved it, Jason treated her like a little gem with how kind she was. Tony found it to be a charming addition around the house, meanwhile Maria Winter flirted with her whenever she visited.

Since Rei was just a kid at the time, he actually liked her finding it nice to have someone else beside his mother or godfather picking him up school, listening to his ideas, organizing movie nights and etc.

When Josie wasn’t playing with kids, such as giving them piggyback rides, she was handling the finer things around the house like paperwork, cleaning up the place and ordering stuff needed. As well as going to meeting with Tony and Pepper, making sure thing were always kept up-to-date and she was always in on whatever situation was happening.

Similar to other families like Reed Richard’s family. But like anything, there were families with high security and tough pasts to uncovers, and if she was lucky enough for it, she got information from them about it.

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[lxstfathier]

Hey, so, I love your Arthur Pym content, and I'm not sure if you're still into his character... but I keep thinking of a scenario where another one of Rodrick's kids comes out of the woodwork (way before the "prophecy" came into play).

She's like 27, and mostly works with Madeline on the tech side of things, and she has had many dealings with Arthur having to lead legal meetings and such.After like a year or so, there's one particularly nasty legal battle, where she fucks up by saying the total wrong thing. So after the meeting, he pulls her into a side office and backs her up against a wall. Asking her wtf was she thinking, that he had it in hand and it was in the bag, but then she opened her mouth and fucked it all up.

He's fuming. She pulls him in by the tie and kisses him. Completely catching him off guard.Anyway, I can never end these little blurbs properly. But I guess she melts his resolve just that little bit, so they have several "encounters" and eventually end up sneaking around a lot, not wanting the family (or god forbid Rodrick) finding out that the family lawyer/enforcer is nailing Rodrick Usher's 27 year old daughter.

I just wanted to get it out of my head and thought maybe you could do something with it. Obviously, no worries of not, just happy that I can share the Arthur Pym obsession with someone 🫣

Of course that i’m still into Athur!! and omg anon, i’m speechless, that’s a whole fic in an ask 😳 i absolutely love that plot, it’s perfect like that, but i can do a little drabble with it for sure 💗

You hate these type of family reunions every month. Your siblings are insufferable, always fighting and complaining about everything. And your father? well, he’s the same asshole you’ve known.

If you could trade families, you would.

So you just lean back on your chair, listening to their discussion as background noise, because your attention is really not on them… it’s on Arthur.

He’s standing on the other side of the large table, with a serious expression on his face that you can’t read. But he notices. He can feel your eyes roaming on him, on his blue eyes, his black suit, his tie that you love to pull and those black gloves that have touched every inch of your body.

And he doesn’t say a thing. He does not want to risk whatever is going on between you.

You, on the other hand, let your mind run free while clenching you thighs together, remembering when you kissed him for the first time a few months ago when he was furious at you. Or that one time where he fucked you in his office and madeleine almost caught you. Or last night, when you got to have him with his face buried on your pussy, sucking your clit so good that you almost screamed his name.

What would happen if you father knew that you’re fucking the family lawyer? the man he trusts the most? someone who is more than forty years old than you? he would be absolutely mad and disappointed.

But you don’t care at this point. You’re sick of everything.

Maybe you should cause more drama and tell everyone that you and Arthur have been fucking for months.

Maybe you should get up and shout at Roderick Usher that you choke on Arthur’s cock almost everyday….

[justsomerandomfanfic]

They Understand Me - The Scott Lang Family X Female (Daughter) Reader

Title: They Understand Me

The Scott Lang Family X Female (Daughter) Reader

Additional Characters: Cassie, Hope, Scott, Janet (Mentioned), and Hank (Mentioned)

Requested by: Anon!

WC: 1,450

Warnings: The Blip mentioned, Post-The Blip, during Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania, canon violence briefly mentioned, yelling, family angst, Reader is mentioned to be seventeen, Reader can communicate with ants, crying briefly mentioned, death mentioned, and fluff

Ever since you were born, you felt like the odd one out, you blamed the Blip. You were born during a strange time in your parent's life, years before the Blip. Cassie being seven when you were born, you never really got the time to truly bond with her before the Blip happened two years later, since chaos began and took that time away. While Cassie and your father survived the Blip, one being trapped in a different realm, your mother, grandmother, and grandfather, did not. At a very young age, you had lost your mother, father, grandmother, and grandfather. 

You didn't have anyone except Cassie. Though, with the weight of losing practically everyone in your life, you left Cassie and her mother at your grandfather's home later on. There, at a young, you found yourself hidden away in his basement, working hours and hours on your own Ant-Man suit and helmet. You spent two years perfecting your craft, looking over and studying your grandfather's and mother's work. Though you did have fun creating your own suit and Pym Particles perfectly, there were some downsides. Thankfully, your grandfather had a storage in the basement with enough food to last you for years. 

For the next five years, you stayed at your grandfather's home, working and waiting, until 2023. 

It was overwhelming. Seeing your father, mother, grandmother, and grandfather again. You didn't remember most of the reunion. It was like... You were suspended in the sky somewhere, or floating over the ground, or something else completely. But hugging your father, whom you hadn't seen in years, brought you back. Hearing your mother's voice, brought you back. Hearing your grandmother's laugh, brought you back. And seeing your grandfather's smile brought you back. Along with that, you apologized to Cassie for leaving her alone for all those years.

You broke down, tears flowing down your cheeks, gripping onto your family that had been practically kidnapped from you. For years. For five years. But you could feel them slipping away as you were pulled away, further into nothingness, further and farther away from everything. The people around you became blurry and distorted. You felt numb. Like everything around you was just a memory, or a terrible illusion. Fake. Your mother, Hope, had to pull you back. 

So, after catching up a bit, and spending a bit of time all together, you finally got to show your family what you had been working on. Your suit. Your smile was bright and your eyes were beaming, but once your mother saw the helmet, her grin faded slightly. 

"Hun, uh, that's an interesting look for a helmet, isn't it?" She asked, tilting her head slightly as she looked at it in her hands, "I mean, I don't mean this in any wrong way. People might think you're a bit… Uh, Uh-"

"Odd, a bit odd." Cassie interrupted, "It does look a bit weird, y'know?"

"It's not about the looks. The helmet has a wider range of control towards all ants, and I don't really care about the opinions of poorly educated people," You said matter of factly, "I need to get better control. With more control, my suit will take me far. And I can help more people when I go out with you and Dad." Your mother nodded along, trying to give a supportive look, but your father was failing miserably at it, making you raise an eyebrow, "I can go, can't I? I want to come with you guys."

"Uh, honey, you're too young, we don't want you got get hurt."

Setting your helmet down, you sigh, rubbing your temple, "You both know that I can talk to ants, they understand me, I can help. I mean- I spent years creating my own suit, helmet, particles... I've done so much to try and find a way to get you all back, to help, and now you won't even let me go with you?"

Scott, your father, winced verbally, squinting one of his eyes, "Well, uh, there won't be enough room in the car... With me, your mother, Hank, Janet, and Peanut-"

"Everyone's going except me!?" You cried, standing up, glaring at your dad, "Are you serious!? I have practically perfected these old blueprints Grandpa made, innovating, and building - in my opinion - possibly the best suit made," Your parents shared a glance, but you ignored it and kept talking, "And you say I can't come with you to stop this new threat? I am done hiding and waiting to stop something that is threatening my home, my family, my- my world!" Letting out a sigh, you breathed out deeply from your nose, "I do not understand why I have to stay."

Scott cleared his throat nervously, awkwardly before speaking, "Uh, well, you're young-"

"Cassie has barely passed eighteen. Her birthday was a couple of months ago. And I am one year younger than her!" You interrupted your argument. "Legally, I am allowed to drive, and legally, allowed to drink in China. Give me one good reason as to why, aside from my age and the danger, why I shouldn't come with you guys." Their silence was deafening, as you huffed, grabbing your helmet and suit, "When do we leave?"

~~~

You were livid. Cassie used the Pym particles. Normally, you wouldn't have been so angry, you had also used them before. But, she had been so reckless. So, so careless. She could have died, or could have killed someone else; some innocent bystander.

Sitting in the car, you had your arms crossed, starting right ahead at the back of the passenger's seat headrest. Cassie sat beside you in the back of the car. "You know that if you use the particles on a living organism without special protection, there is a very high probability of death?" You asked Cassie, sounding scarily calm as Cassie glanced over at you before staring out her window.

"Yes, I know. You don't have to tell me." She spoke, giving you a bit of an attitude, but you let yourself ignore it for the time being. 

Sighing, you continued, "But, you had the great idea to use them on a Police car anyway?"

Cassie turned, her voice rising, "The car was empty!"

"Girls!" Scott yelled out, but to no avail, "No yelling in the car while I'm driving, please!"

"It could have not been! What if there had been someone in there!? What if you killed some innocent person!?"

"You're saying a lot of 'what if's’ here, sis." Cassie grumbled, crossing her own arms, "You make it seem like I'm so reckless."

You scoffed, turning to look out your window, "You said it, not me."

After a couple of minutes, Cassie spoke up, rubbing her nose with the back of her hand, "What's with the pockets on your suit anyway? What’s the point of them, you know, for fighting?"

Shuffling in your seat, you sniffled before clearing your throat and answering, "They hold tiny things. Things that can possibly help when we need them. While you were gone in prison mind you, Mom, Dad, and I were hungry, and I had brought food."

"Food? That small to fit in those small pockets?" She asked, becoming more relaxed as she turned in her seat towards you slightly, gesturing to the small red pockets on your red suit.

"I use the particles, I have a full bag of cheese sticks in here somewhere..." You muttered, opening pocket after pocket until you found the super small bag of cheese sticks. Grabbing a particle, you super-sized the cheese back to its regular size, before opening the bag and ripping off four cheese sticks. One by one, you carefully passed one to your Mom and Dad, with thanks in return from each before giving Cassie one.

Peeling the clear wrapper, you began to pull strings of cheese off the cheese stick before plopping them into your mouth. Cassie did the same, before giving up and just biting it. "One thing's for sure, your little ideas are pretty useful," Cassie spoke, voice slightly muffled as she chewed. "I'm glad you were so persistent in coming along."

"It's only fair." You answered with a shrug, "I know how important my presence is to you guys. And how important my "powers" are to the mission. I mean, honestly, if you had taken any longer in that prison, I would've been able to get you out. I had a large group of Pavement Ants to get you out of your sell."

Cassie chuckled, along with your mother and father, "Let me guess, they eat pavement?" Your dad asked from the front seat, making you smirk.

"Oh yeah, the ants love it."

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[eufezco]

IMGONNAGETYOUBACK

Set during Avengers: Endgame, you time travel to 1943 to see Bucky but you end up meeting a very different version of him.

bucky x fem!reader (angst) + no use of y/n. english isn't my first language (!)

You were leaning on the doorframe, watching as Hulk, Nebula and Rhodey fixed Scott Lang's time travel suit. Clint Barton was by your side, you both had shared some suspicious glances after seeing how Scott was behaving. He was restless, throwing deadly looks at anyone who dared to handle the Pym Particles, constantly moving and deconfiguring the suit over and over again.

—I'm not ready to do this —. Scott finally confessed with a sigh.

—I'll do it. I'm ready —. You said right after. You volunteered so quickly as if you had been waiting for Scott to quit to take his place.

Nebula, Rhodey and Hulk looked at each other and slowly nodded. Scott felt relieved that he didn't have to do it himself and you couldn't be more prepared. Since the idea of time travel had been around the team, only one thought had been in your head. Only one person was in your thoughts and you had to get back to him any way you could.

You put on the time travel suit and you walked towards the huge Quantum Tunnel that they had built. Natasha, Clint, Rocket and Thor decided to join Nebula, Rhodey and Hulk in monitoring the test. Steve arrived at the last moment when he knew you were going to be the one who was going to time travel.

You stepped onto the big platform and waited for directions. If any of them asked you at that moment if you were nervous, you would say no, but the truth was that your hands were shaking, there were drops of cold sweat sliding down your forehead and your heart was beating hard and fast against your chest. You just hoped this would work.

—It may make you nauseous but it is completely normal, you are going to travel across the Quantum Realm to the past. I'm going to send you back a week, let you walk around for ten minutes which for us will be ten seconds. So I'll count to ten and we'll bring you back.

You nodded to everything Hulk was explaining.

—Are you ready?

—Actually —You cleared your throat. Everyone looked at you thinking you were going to quit —. Could you send me back to 1943?

—That's quite a leap in time. It may be dangerous. Why don't we start by trying something a bit less—?

—I don't care. When we travel back in time, we will not travel back to a week ago. We can't waste time.

The big green man was surprised but quickly touched a few buttons and fixed it to send you to the date you told him. Everyone seemed confused except Steve who immediately understood why you had volunteered for the time travel test.

Natasha and Clint also knew your intentions when you mentioned that specific year, they didn't know what happened in 1943 but they knew how hard you had fought to have Bucky with you. From fighting Tony Stark, one of your closest friends, to travel to Wakanda to work with Shuri to remove the Winter Soldier program from him. All of that until he was blipped by Thanos.

But no one knew it as well as Steve. He had seen you mourn the loss of Bucky more than three times, that was why he was looking at you from his position with an approving expression on his face while he nodded to you. —Good luck. You got this —. Steve said and his words gave you the security you needed to make that travel calm.

—Are you sure it will be good for her to do that? —Natasha whispered to Steve.

He shook his head. It was a terrible idea, going back to the past to see him and then coming back to the present and not having him. It would only comfort you momentarily and would make his loss even more painful. If Steve had known why you wanted to travel to the past before, he would have tried to convince you not to do it but now it was too late and he could only support your decision as Hulk counted down to three and you were sent into the Quantum Realm.

As you traveled, you tried to stop spinning around because if you didn't you would have worse nausea but you found it impossible. You were thankful that it was short and went fast and when you realized, you were shot into 1943 as you came back to your normal size.

You fell to the ground in the crowd. You looked around, surprised by the fact that the time travel had worked. You caught the attention of everyone around you, the ladies gasped and the gentlemen bent down to help you get back on your feet, you felt the nausea that Hulk had told you about but you managed to control it. The people around you asked you if you were okay, if you had hurt yourself.

—You must be a big fan of Mr. Howard Stark, Miss. Your clothes are really futuristic, did you sew them?

You looked at your time travel suit and then looked at the clothes the people around you were wearing. The women wore long dresses, the men top hats and walking sticks. You couldn't believe it actually worked. You nodded, going along with them.

—I am looking for a man. I have lost him in the crowd —You smiled kindly even though you were scared to death. Your hands were shaking, you didn't know how the lump in your throat was letting you speak. The man you were talking to you nodded, understanding your situation. —He is a Sergeant, his name is James Barnes. Brown hair and blue eyes. People know him as Bucky.

The man shook his head and apologized for not being able to help.

The time-space GPS that Tony made beeped once. You had already used half of your time. You felt a pressure in your chest that made it hard for you to breathe and that urged your feet to move quickly through the crowd. Shoving people out of your way, pushing those who didn't want to move. The test was a success, you had traveled back to 1943 but you needed to find him before you ran out of time.

Your heart stopped every time you ran into a man dressed in a military uniform, crossing your fingers wishing that they were Bucky and cursing every time you found out they were not.

And then your feet stopped all of a sudden when you saw him in profile at the candy apple stand. You remembered that that day you also bought two candy apples and the way you and him laughed when you realized that you had had the same idea. Bucky was talking to the owner with a smile on his lips, he was young and in love, he was going to a war that would give him a lot of recognition, he had so many reasons to show that big smile of his.

You were so deep in your thoughts that you didn't realize that he started walking away in search of your 1943 self. Your breath quickened as you saw that you were going to lose him in the crowd.

You called his name once, too quiet for him to hear you. Your feet started to follow him while you called his name again but he didn't hear you that time either. You started walking faster and calling his name louder, your heart beating so hard against your chest that you thought it was going to burst out of you. Bucky was walking fast and the noise of the people and the exhibition was too loud. You ran to reach him when your time-space GPS began to beep uncontrollably.

—No, no, no, no... —You complained.

And then you shouted his name and Bucky turned around but by then the helmet of your suit had already closed and you were quantum.

You were so angry as you traveled back to the present. You hit your suit hard, you hit your helmet hoping it would shatter and the tunnel would spit you out at some point in the timeline where you and Bucky were still together. And then you hit your time-space GPS and the tunnel instead of pushing you into the present sucked you back into the past.

You fell to your knees in a cold room. It didn't take you long to realize that it was a cell. Behind the bars, there were several armed men, but on the other side of them, there was only you and Bucky.

You were at his feet. You gasped when you looked up and saw him, sitting in that torture-like chair with the vibranium marked with the red star rebuilding his left arm. Bucky looked at you with a slight frown, he was disoriented, seeing Steve that day at the bridge, his friend calling that familiar name, and now your face that was so familiar to him appearing out of nowhere inside his cell... All that had managed to bring back some fuzzy memories that only made him more confused.

Bucky did not take his eyes off you, his fists were clenched in a defensive position but he did not seem to have any intention of attacking you. His frown confused you, you thought he was furious but he was actually terrified, he was gaining consciousness and he did not know how to handle it. Your eyes began to fill with tears when you saw the symbol of Hydra on the wall behind him.

—I know you. You are the girl from the bridge. You were there with him.

You nodded and wiped your tears with the back of your hand. There was no sign of the cheerful soldier you had seen a few seconds ago. —Yes, yes, yes. That was me, Bucky.

There was that name again,

At that moment your time-travel GPS beeped.

The guards keeping Bucky's cell turned in alarm when they heard the beeping sound. Once they saw you, they started yelling for the door of the cell to open while pointing their guns at you. You turned to look at them in fear, the bars began to open slowly, they were going to come in at any moment. You focused on Bucky again and crawled over to him. He was breathing heavily as he watched the guards about to go in.

—Buck, listen to me —You grabbed his hands. He laid his eyes on you. —This is not you. We're going to get you out of here. Steve, the man from the bridge, and I are doing everything we can. We will fight for you and someday you will be free. This isn't going to last forever I promise.

You heard the military boots coming into the cell and walking to you. You didn't have much time. You threw yourself at Bucky and hugged him. He stood still, his arms didn't hug you back while your hands encircled his neck and pressed your body against his hot, naked chest.

—Everything is gonna be all right I promise —.You sobbed in his ear.

The guards grabbed you by your arms and fought to take you away from Bucky but you fought even harder to stay with him. In the end they managed to get you away from him.

—Wipe him and execute her.

You kicked and cried as the guards dragged you out of the cell. The guards strapped Bucky to the chair, they put a gumshield in his mouth, his chest heaved as he gasped for air. Bucky kept looking at you as the guards tried to get you to your knees. The panels on either side of Bucky's head began to lower over his face, one of them covered his left eye, the other one covered his right cheek. You closed your eyes tightly and looked away as Bucky began to scream in pain.

As the guards were holding your arms you could not even cover your ears. His screams were unbearable. Your cheeks were wet from all the crying. You fought even harder against the hold of the guards but they hit the back of your knees and knocked you to your knees. Your GPS started beeping uncontrollably. You heard as they loaded the gun and put the barrel against the back of your head. Before they could pull the trigger, you became quantum.

While you traveled back to the present, you could still hear Bucky screaming, ripping his throat, and biting down hard on the gumshield, you could still see his terrified blue eyes looking directly at you. And you could do nothing for him, it would be years before you could help him. You covered your head with your arms and screamed, trying to silence Bucky's cries with your own.

Steve quickly went up to the platform when you came back. Natasha and Clint followed him. You were on your knees on the floor, curled up in a ball, with your arms still covering your head. Steve wrapped his arms around you even though you tried to push him.

As your tears soaked Steve's shirt, he turned to look at the rest of the team. —It worked.

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Captain America: Civil War - 5

Summary: Team Cap gets taken to the Raft.

Pairing: Avengers x Reader, Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Descriptions of injuries. Language. Mentions of Y/N. A little angst if you squint. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 1.8K

A/N: Thank god it took me very little to finish this one! Hope you like it!

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The Raft.

That’s where they sent you after they arrested you in Germany. The fucking Raft.

You haven’t even seen Wanda since you were handed your very unstylish new clothes and they made you change.

You got separated from her when they took you to your cell between Scott's and Sam's. You dread what they're going to do to her, but you're powerless to stop them.

You sit on the ground of your cell and don’t move from there, barely registering what happens around you until the sound of clapping snaps you out of your trance. 

“The Futurist, gentlemen!” Clint shouts but you still don’t move, just listening to the scene. “The Futurist is here! He sees all! He knows what's best for you, whether you like it or not.”

“Give me a break, Barton.” You hear Tony say and almost show some emotion, but stop yourself. “I had no idea they'd put you here. Come on.”

You hear Clint spit and then say “Yeah, well, you knew they'd put us somewhere, Tony.”

“Yeah, but not some super-max floating ocean pokey. You know, this place is for maniacs. This is a place for…”

“Criminals?” Clint interrupts him. “Criminals, Tony. Think that's the word you're looking for. Right? That didn't used to mean me. Or Sam, or Y/N, or Wanda. But here we are.”

“Because you broke the law.” Tony says.

“Yeah.” Clint says back and starts chanting “La la la la la” while Tony talks, making you grin slightly.

“I didn't make you. You read it, you broke it.” Tony keeps talking. “Alright, you're all grown up, you got a wife and kids. I don't understand, why didn't you think about them before you chose the wrong side.” he says and your face falls again immediately, knowing Tony went too far.

“You gotta watch your back with this guy.” Clint says before slamming his hands on the bars angrily. “There's a chance he's gonna break it!”

“Hank Pym always said, you never can trust a Stark.” You hear Scott say from the cell on your right.

“Who are you?” Tony says, his voice closer to you than before, and you can hear Scott mumbling “Come on, man.”

Tony gets to your cell and sees you sitting on the ground, hugging your knees tight to your chest, your head resting back on the wall while you look straight ahead.

Tony is nothing short of shocked when he sees your face all beat up and bruised, your arm bandaged with blood seeping through it showing just how big and deep the cut is, all courtesy of Ayo.

“I never wanted to see you like this...” Tony says softly but you don’t even react to his words.

He’s standing in front of you but it’s like he’s not even there, like you’re looking right through him to something more interesting behind him.

Tony sighs and shakes his head before moving to Sam’s cell.

“How's Rhodes?” Sam asks right away.

“They're flying him to Columbia Medical tomorrow. So… fingers cross.” Tony answers and you close your eyes, grateful that he’s still alive at least. “What do you need? They feed you yet?”

“You're the good cop now?” Sam asks almost in disbelief.

“I'm just the guy who needs to know where Steve went.” Tony answers calmly.

“Well, you better go get a bad cop, because you're gonna have to go Mark Fuhrman on my ass to get information out of me.”

“Oh, I just knocked the 'A' out of their 'AV'.” Tony says, much too playfully for your taste. “We got about 30 seconds before they realize it's not their equipment.”

You furrow your eyebrows at his next sentence. “Just look. Because that is the fellow who was supposed to interrogate Barnes. Clearly, I made a mistake. Sam, I was wrong.”

Your eyes snap open at his apology and, even though you can’t see either of them, you know Sam’s feeling the same way as you, which is confirmed by his next sentence. “That's a first.”

“Cap is definitely off the reservation but he's about to need all the help he can get. We don't know each other very well. You don't have to-”

“Hey, it's alright.” Sam interrupts him, then you hear him sigh and after a little pause he says “Look, I'll tell you… but you have to go alone and as a friend.”

“Easy.” Tony says and Sam proceeds to tell him all about the Hydra base in Siberia and the other supersoldiers.

When Tony leaves, Sam once again tries to make sure you’re okay even if he hasn’t had luck at getting an answer out of you since you got here.

He knocks twice on the wall between you two then pauses and then knocks three more times fast before talking, a thing you two started doing since you both moved into the Avengers Compound so you would know it was the other knocking right away. “Are you okay?”

You don’t answer him and can hear him sighing before continuing talking.

“Look, I’m sorry you got caught up in this and-”

“I don’t regret the choice I made, Sam.” You interrupt him before he can finish his sentence, speaking up for the first time since you got arrested at the airport. “As much as this sucks, it was the right thing to do. I know it was.”

You don’t say anything else. Sam can tell you mean it and he knows better than to push you.

“They’ll be okay.” He says after a moment of silence and then lets you be.

You know he means Steve, Bucky and Tony but you can’t help but think he’s trying to reassure you that Bucky’s gonna be fine.

And you can only hope that he’s right.

-

A couple of weeks after Tony’s visit there’s a commotion in the prison.

You haven’t so much as made a sound since that day, aside from your daily knock on the wall between you and Sam so he can make sure you’re okay, knowing you well enough to know you don’t want to talk but still wanting to check in.

But you can’t help but let out a loud gasp when you see Steve just standing in front of your cells.

You look around when the cell doors open and you hesitantly get up from the floor and walk towards Steve. He hugs Sam, then you, then Clint and then pats Scott on the back, but doesn’t linger long before he’s guiding you towards another level where Wanda is.

You get to her just as the door to her cell opens and you rush inside with Clint to take off her collar while he takes off her straightjacket. You hug her tightly and wrap your arm around her with Clint to help her move you since she looks a little worse for wear.

You manage to move through the prison without problems. You have to hand it to Steve, he’s a hell of a criminal.

When you get to the landing pad you see the Quinjet ready for take off and you all rush inside just to see Bucky at the commands and you smile brightly at the sight.

You have no time to comment, though, as Sam shouts “What are you waiting for?! Go!”

Bucky rolls his eyes but calmly says “We have one more coming.”

You frown. One more? You turn to Steve confusedly but before you can ask anything you can see blond hair darting into the Quinjet and then Natasha’s there.

Bucky instantly takes off and you all take seats and buckle up.

There’s a moment of silence while everyone processes what just happened, but you break it while looking at Natasha that’s sitting directly in front of you.

“Are we gonna talk about the hair?” You ask arching your eyebrow with a smirk.

She groans in annoyance and you can hear the others chuckling while she says “We are not.”

-

After a few hours you all get to a safehouse and Steve ushers you in before showing you around.

It’s not bad: a secluded cabin with three bedrooms, not too big but Steve assured you you wouldn’t be staying there long anyway. Which makes sense, you're on the run now so this is just temporary.

After the tour Bucky approaches you in the living room and only then you notice he’s missing his metal arm.

“You flew the jet with only one arm? That’s impressive…” You can’t help yourself as you reach to touch his left shoulder, your eyes fixated on it. But stop on your tracks when you feel his right hand carefully cupping your cheek.

Your eyes snap up to his and you can see him thoroughly inspecting the wounds in your face that are still healing a little. He grimaces when he looks down at your bandaged arm and whispers “I’m sorry…”

“It’s nothing I can’t handle, Sergeant.” You smile softly at him and put your hand over his still on your cheek, trying to reassure him that you’re fine.

“I bet you can, doll.” He chuckles.

You’re too busy staring at each other to notice everyone’s attention is on you until Steve clears his throat with an apologetic look on his face.

“We need to go, Buck.” He says and you look confusedly between the two men.

“I’m going back into cryo.” Bucky clarifies for you.

“Oh.” Is all you can say and your eyes widen for a second before you force yourself to put on a more neutral face.

“It’s okay.” He smiles at you, but you feel like he’s trying to convince himself as much as you. “It’s nothing I can’t handle, doll.”

You try your best to smile and not look too bummed out. “I bet you can, Sergeant.”

You hesitate for a moment before surprising him, the others and even yourself by giving him a hug. He hesitates too before delicately hugging you back and, after a moment, you pull away. 

He smiles at you with a faint blush and you smile back, watching him walk to the door.

Steve passes you on his way to the door and kisses your forehead, whispering “He’ll be okay” before saying goodbye to the rest of the team, assuring you that he’ll be back soon. Then he also goes through the door and soon both the supersoldiers are gone.

You turn around with a sigh and see Sam, Natasha and Clint standing there, grinning at you, Wanda and Scott looking more compassionate than teasing.

You narrow your eyes at the first three and say sternly “Not. A. Word.” punctuating every word by pointing threateningly at each of them.

They raise their hands in mock surrender while snickering but thankfully don’t say anything and everyone just scatters around the safehouse.

You see the Quinjet depart from the window and try your best to look at the bright side: This isn’t forever, you’ll see him again.

Right?

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Headcanons for being Scott and Hope’s child (Hank Jr. Edition)

Scott Lang/Hope van Dyne x child!reader

warnings:

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “Scott and Hope have a baby girl (reader). And everything seems to be fine, but somewhere from the age of five, it becomes clear that the reader is a complete copy of her grandfather Hank Pym, that is: she is incredibly smart, she loves ants (she can talk about them for hours), she also has problems controlling anger (she hit a guy in the face at school for saying that ant-man sucks), thinks that there is no one smarter than her and her grandfather, and she also transferred his sarcastic communication style and views on things and people around, for example, when she first met Tony, she said: "You can never trust Stark."”

somewhere in the distant future a special kid was born

and that special kid had special parents and special grandparents

and those parents and grandparents were two generations of superheroes who saved countless lives (and, well, the world)

so it was no surprise to them that this next generation would be just as intelligent and caring as the ones before them

*cue a toddler with crayons in class*

“and then my grandpa asked the ants nicely to fly him to a bunch of different places and do all these cool things like move stuff around and like do other stuff” -you rambling on

“do you like anything besides ants?” -your teacher

“no” -you, continuing to draw ants on your paper

hank and janet were quite proud grandparents

and scott and hope, your wonderful amazing parents…couldn’t get enough of it

“honey, what about wasps? wasps are cool, right?” -hope

“no” -you

“she’s spending too much time with my dad” -hope

“well, he’s the only babysitter we’ve got since cassie got that new job” -scott

“oh, you mean our old job? yeah, miss those days where we could go flying around getting into trouble and beating people up” -hope

“well, you promised we’d retire so y/n wouldn’t end up with a childhood like yours” -scott

“y/n’s gonna want to be a superhero when they get older, arent they?” -hope

“let’s not think too far ahead. it might kill me” -scott

scott reads you his biography every night before bed

and you always giggle at the parts where your mom and grandpa bully him

“hey, not funny!” -scott

“so funny” -you

“dont get any ideas” -scott

“daddy, are you gonna get arrested again?” -you

“if i do it’ll be grandpa hank’s fault” -scott

you continued spending time with grandpa hank and grandma janet

and they spoiled the crap out of you

hank…got you an ant farm

“now you’re just being ridiculous, hank” -janet

“what? i’m just having some bonding time with my grandchild! hope never wanted anything to do with me growing up” -hank

once you started getting older, you wanted to hang out in grandpa’s lab allll the time. day and night

your parents hated it

“hey, think this one will suck us all into the quantum realm?” -scott

“it was one time!” -cassie

cassie was at hank and janet’s a lot, too, actually. they always wanted to help her with her suits and gadgets and all that

and make sure she had plenty of pym particles

“you have enough, right? here, take some more, i have plenty” -hank

“grandpa, please, i have more than enough, thank you” -cassie

“can i have some pym particles?” -you

“we can play with them in the backyard next time youre over” -hank

you draw new suit designs for cassie all the time

some of them she actually incorporates into her suits

and as you get older, you try to start designing more tech for her

“y/n is really scaring me” -hope

“why?” -scott

“just watch her and my parents together…they’re the same” -hope

“dear god, what have we done” -scott

“dad, look at this new pym particle powered weapon, i just finished the prototype!” -you

“okay, now i’m mad because where was this when i needed it!” -scott

“fifteen to twenty years too late” -hope

“we should have gotten together sooner” -scott

“i disagree” -hope

“wow, not even a pity agreement” -scott

asking your parents if they’ll get back into crime fighting

they said no

asking if you can get into crime fighting

they said no again

so you just kinda stockpiled all your ideas

and did everything you could to further your grandpa’s work

and help your sister

and keep your parents’ minds at ease (doesn’t really work)

and maybe one day you’ll be able to ride those ants and kick some ass like you always dreamed

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[endless-summer-soldier]

dr. feelgood - chapter six

pairing: Surgeon!Bucky x SurgicalIntern!Reader

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

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

Word count: 1.8k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I was not!”

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

“We-”

“She called you Buck,” Steve added.

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

Bucky sighed, knowing he’d been caught.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And say what?”

Both Sam and Steve looked at him incredulously. 

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

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

“This is not helping.”

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

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

“Definitely tequila.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, but you outsmarted four attendings.”

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

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

“He was hardly calm,” she retorted.

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

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

“Accepting a compliment?”

“Accepting a compliment…from you.”

“And why is that so bad?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

This was going to be an interesting night.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Bucky, wait…”

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

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

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

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

[swan-of-sunrise]

Hawkeye (Part II)

Summary: Clint reaches out to (Y/N) for help and after a visit with the physically and mentally taxed archer, she takes it upon herself to meet Hawkeye’s #1 fan and impart a little wisdom onto Clint’s young partner.

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings/Disclaimers: None

A/N: This week's chapter is a little longer because (a) I'm not sure I'll have Part III finished by next Thursday and (b) You guys deserve it!! There's a surprise character that'll pop up in the second half of this chapter and if you've seen Spider-Man: No Way Home, then I think you'll know who it is lol thank you for reading, I hope you all enjoy!

Hawkeye (Part II) December 21st, 2024 Apartment of Moira Brandon, East Village (Previous Chapter)

Out of all the Avengers she’d been introduced to during that fateful party at the Avengers Tower so many years ago, (Y/N) always had a secret soft spot for Clint Barton; he was equal parts kind and sarcastic, quickly noting the anxiety she’d been desperately trying to mask from the moment she arrived and taking the time to get to know her while simultaneously directing playful jabs at his fellow teammates. Their first meeting and team-up in the subsequent conflict with Ultron coupled with Natasha’s endless stories from their days of working together at S.H.I.E.L.D. cemented (Y/N)’s unbreakable trust in the archer, and it was that trust that led her to an average-looking East Village apartment building only four days before Christmas with a priceless and top-secret piece of S.W.O.R.D. technology tucked away in her messenger bag.

“Thanks for coming on such short notice, (Y/L/N),” Clint smiled as he ushered her into the temporary safe house, checking up and down the hall before locking the door and leading her into the cozy living room. “See any of those idiot Tracksuits tailing you?”

(Y/N) shrugged her winter coat off and draped it over the back of the couch with a humorless chuckle. “Nope, but I almost wish I had; I could’ve used a good laugh or two after that horrendous traffic jam on the Brooklyn Bridge.” She folded her pink scarf in half and tossed it on top of her coat, meeting Clint’s eyes with a sardonic smirk beginning to spread across her face. “Wouldn’t you know, some dumb-ass archer decided to impale a Pym Particle-infused arrow into the Manhattan Bridge and create commute hell for anyone traveling in or out of Brooklyn?”

Rolling his eyes, Clint flopped down onto the well-worn couch and sighed in exasperation; he looked exhausted, with darkened circles under his eyes and a noticeable cut on his forehead. “Still a smart-ass, I see. For your information, I shot a Pym Particle-infused arrow at a regular arrow and then it impaled itself into the bridge.”

“Well, either way, I thought you’d like to know that Scott got his ass chewed out by Hank for that little stunt,” She replied in amusement and sat herself down on the couch beside him, taking a moment to adjust her sweater over her small baby bump before rummaging through her messenger bag. “Apparently, Hank’s not too fond of his life’s work being used for – and I quote – ‘stupid shit you see on the eleven o’clock news.’”

The archer scoffed at that. “I once saw the guy use Pym Particles to enlarge a goddamn chicken sandwich, but whatever.”

(Y/N) laughed as she withdrew a small metal case and handed it over to Clint. “Back-up hearing aid, as requested; my coworker said that this is one of the best on the market, so you should be well-covered if yours ends up breaking again.” He nodded in thanks and slipped the case into his pocket. Her former teammate’s recent hearing loss as a result of years of work as a S.H.I.E.L.D. spy, Avenger and vigilante inspired her to seek out Brooklyn College’s underfunded but resilient disability resource center; she studied ASL and learned enough to not only begin teaching Steve and Carina, but to also pre-film her lectures for any hard of hearing student who decided to enroll in her Introduction to American Popular Culture course. “And I looked into that socialite guy for you…” Activating the transparent S.W.O.R.D. tablet – a parting gift from Nick Fury before he traveled up to the organization’s newly-built space station – (Y/N) allowed it to scan her handprint and read off the information she’d collected. “Jack Duquesne, born into the obscenely-wealthy Duquesne family that’s apparently descended from European aristocracy. Since he’s seemingly never worked a day in his life, he’s had enough free time to become an expert swordsman and accrue a pretty impressive sword collection; is that what he was doing at that black market auction the other night?”

Clint nodded as he studied the images on the tablet’s screen. “He wanted to add the Ronin’s sword to his collection; according to Kate, he ran off with it after the Tracksuits crashed the auction, and then he almost took my head off with it when we broke into her mom’s penthouse this morning.” When (Y/N) thoughtfully tilted her head to the side, his frown deepened. “What?”

“When I did a little more digging, I found out that Duquesne is listed as the CEO of Sloan Limited. It’s a shell company, one that launders money for none other than-”

“The Tracksuit Mafia…” The archer exhaled and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and rubbing a hand over his forehead. “Kate thinks that Jack Duquesne killed his uncle Armand. At first, I thought the idea of him becoming her stepfather someday was clouding her judgement but it’s looking like her instincts might’ve been right.”

Taking note of the stiffness in his movements and the weary tone of his voice, (Y/N) tucked the tablet back into her messenger bag as she gave him a sympathetic smile. “None of what I found out really helped you, did it?”

“It helped, (Y/L/N), it really did…” Clint hastily reassured her. “But I’m no closer to being able to go home for Christmas. I’ve got the suit and the sword, but Maya Lopez and the Tracksuits still have me and Kate connected to the Ronin and there’s a good chance that they’ve got Laura’s Rolex; I can’t leave until I track it down and figure out a way to stop the Tracksuits from targeting Kate, and I’ve gotta do all that before Kingpin gets involved.” He sat back and offered her a small smile. “The Barton Family Christmas hit a little speed-bump, as you can tell, so how’s the Rogers-(Y/L/N) Family Christmas going so far?”

“Well, Carina helped us decorate cookies and gingerbread houses for the vets down at the VA hospital yesterday, and then she decided that our living room wall could use a thick coat of frosting as well.” Clint burst into laughter and (Y/N) couldn’t help but join him. “Steve’s convinced that she’s got the makings of an artist, but I just think she likes to keep us on our toes. And this little gumball…” Beaming, she rubbed a hand across her bump. “Moved for the first time this morning.”

“That’s amazing! Boy or girl?”

“We don’t know yet, but we’re gonna open the envelope my doctor sealed for us together on Christmas Day and find out.” Memories of her first pregnancy and the overwhelming loneliness she struggled with unwittingly came to the forefront of her mind, but she forced herself to ignore them as she continued. “I’ve never really been one for big gender reveals, but after Carina’s…shall we say, unconventional birth and everything we’ve been through since, I just wanted this pregnancy to be special for us.”

A look of understanding crossed Clint’s bruised face, as he was one of the few Avengers who could empathize with desiring balance between a normal family life and the superhero life they’d been thrust into, but he merely smirked and jokingly replied, “Well, if you’re still thinking of baby names, I’ve always thought that Clint Rogers-(Y/L/N) had a nice ring to it.”

(Y/N) snorted in amusement. “Oh, really? You know, I’ve heard the same exact thing about Sam Rogers-(Y/L/N), James Bucky Rogers-(Y/L/N), Bruce Rogers-(Y/L/N), Thor Rogers-(Y/L/N), Korg Rogers-(Y/L/N) and Rocket Rogers-(Y/L/N).”

“I’m not usually one to judge, but I’ll totally judge you if you name your kid after a talking raccoon or a big pile of rocks.” When his chuckles died down, the archer’s blue-grey eyes softened as they looked between her face and the bump she was unconsciously cradling. “I’m really happy for you guys, and I know…I know that Nat and Tony would be, too.”

After flashing him a thankful smile, (Y/N) leaned her elbow on the back of the couch and rested her temple against the palm of her hand. “So, what’s this Kate Bishop like?”

“A pain in my ass,” Clint bluntly replied and when she lightly scoffed at his answer, he crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m serious! That kid’s cocky, reckless and she talks way too much…but I can’t deny that she’s a damn good archer and her instincts are sharp.” His brow arched as a thoughtful expression crossed his injured features. “You know, she reminds me a little of you, actually; she put that suit on to protect innocent people from the Tracksuits without a single thought for her own safety, just like how you volunteered to help an Air Force vet and a couple of wanted Avengers save the world from Hydra without a single thought for your own safety.”

(Y/N), detecting a hint of concern in her friend’s tone of voice, nodded in understanding. “You’re worried about her.”

Clint nodded. “Damn right I am. You were twenty-seven when you helped Steve, Nat and Sam stop Project Insight, and Kate’s only twenty-two; you understood the risks of getting involved in this sort of life, but Kate…she’s got blinders on. I tried to make her understand that I’m not a role model, that I’m not someone that people should look up to and that this life I’ve led for the past twenty years isn’t a game but like I already told you, she’s cocky and reckless.”

“She doesn’t know about the Ronin, does she?” When Clint shook his head, (Y/N) bit her lip and carefully contemplated her next words before speaking. “Maybe the reason you can’t get through to her is because you haven’t shown her the real you and she can sense that you’re hiding something from her; if you open up to her now, then you might be able to stop her from getting too deep into all this.” He shrugged his shoulder, but she could see that she hadn’t convinced him to confide in his reluctant partner; she glanced down at her wristwatch and hummed to herself. “Well, I should probably head out now if I want to beat the commute traffic to Brooklyn…”

“Yeah, and I should give Laura and the kids a call before I pass out from exhaustion.” Clint helped her to her feet and gave her a fond smile as she pulled her coat and scarf back on. “It’s been good seeing you, (Y/L/N), and I really appreciate your help. Tell Steve that I said hi and that he should totally name his second-born after one of his oldest and coolest friends, okay?”

“Sure thing, Hawkeye,” (Y/N) chuckled, slinging the strap of her messenger bag over her shoulder as they walked over to the apartment’s front door and giving her friend a hug, careful of his bruised and battle-worn limbs as she did. “Good luck, Clint. You’re going to fix this and you’re going to make it home for your Barton Family Christmas and on Christmas Day, we’ll give you guys a call to let you know if it’s a boy or a girl.”

“Aye aye, Captain.” With a smile and a teasing salute, Clint opened the door and watched her head towards the building’s elevator before retreating into the temporary safe house.

(Y/N) stepped into the elevator and after the door slid closed, the uneasy feeling that had begun to form when the topic of Kate Bishop came up only seemed to deepen as the elevator descended. It was foolish to further embroil herself in Clint’s struggle against the Tracksuits; not only was she entering her pregnancy’s second trimester but if a powerful man like Kingpin caught wind that she was involved, it could put Steve’s secret life in jeopardy and their family’s safety at risk. But it was Clint’s comparison of Kate to (Y/N) that compelled her to pull the S.W.O.R.D. tablet out of her messenger bag and research the young archer’s cell phone number.

“I sure hope that I’m doing the right thing, Nat,” She murmured under her breath as she worked. “For Kate and for Clint’s sakes…”

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An hour later, (Y/N) was seated at one of the rickety metal tables outside Greenwich Village’s own Joe’s Pizza, patiently waiting for the twenty-two-year-old to work through her star-struck awe while she enjoyed a slice of pizza and scratched the young archer’s rescue Golden Retriever behind his ear.

“Holy shit, I can’t believe I’ve met two Avengers in less than a week! Is this, like, some sort of a superhero test? Or a trial period or somethin’? I mean, I’ve only been in four-ish fights so far…or wait, was it five? I don’t know, I can’t really remember ‘cause I’m pretty much running on caffeine and adrenaline at this point,” Kate nervously chuckled, a little out of breath as she finally stopped rambling and attempted to rearrange her excited features into a nonchalant smile. “…So, um, what can I do for you, Ms. (Y/L/N)?”

“Please, just call me (Y/N).” Smiling, (Y/N) took another bite of her pizza slice and used it to point at Kate. “I’ve heard a lot about you from our mutual friend, so I wanted to meet you for myself.”

The young archer’s brows raised almost comically. “R-Really? Wow, that’s really…was it all good things you heard?”

“Mm-hmm, and I also saw the video of you rescuing this good boy on the news.” The one-eyed Golden Retriever nuzzled his face against her lap and perked up when she tore her slice of pizza in half, wolfing it down in record time once she offered it to him. “He’s lucky that someone as skilled as you came along when you did.” After watching the dog enjoy his chunk of pizza, she looked back up at Kate and sobered as her eyes fixated on the steri-strips that closed the lacerations that were scattered across her youthful face. “Actually, I asked you to meet me here because I wanted to talk to you about this case you’re working with Clint.”

Kate slumped in her seat, a dejected frown beginning to form on her injured face while she took a halfhearted bite of her pepperoni pizza slice. “You think I should stay home and let Clint handle it, don’t you? That’s what my mom thinks, too; she didn’t say anything about it to me, but I know she thinks I’m crazy for doing this. I mean, I’m just a civilian and Clint’s a freaking Avenger, so I guess I see why it’s nuts that I’m helping him out, but I…I can’t just sit back when I know that I can help.”

Smiling a little to herself, (Y/N) dabbed at her lips with a napkin and shook her head. “Kate, I’m the last person on the planet who’d ever tell you to stay home and ignore the instinct to help. I was just a civilian when I helped Steve, Nat and Sam take down Hydra – an unpublished historical-fiction novelist with a part-time job at the V.A., who just so happened to be one of only two people in D.C. that a couple of wanted Avengers could trust. They tried their hardest to make me stay home and out of danger but I refused, because I knew that I could help them. I had to help, no matter what, and nothing they’d say could change my mind.”

“So, you understand why I’m still helping Clint?” The young archer’s expression brightened and she sat up in her seat. “That’s great!” When (Y/N) didn’t immediately answer, her head tilted to the side in confusion. “…Isn’t it?”

“You and I are a lot alike and because I see so much of myself in you, I wanted to tell you what I wish someone had told me ten years ago, when I took my first steps into the life of an Avenger.” (Y/N)’s fingers caressed the content Golden Retriever’s fur, taking small comfort in his calming presence as she continued. “When you choose to spend your life trying to help people, there’s going to be consequences you’ll have to face. Some of the consequences won’t come as a surprise – the fights and battles have taken a physical and mental toll on me, for example, and I’ll have to live with their effects on my body and on my mind for the rest of my life – but others will. From the moment it began, my entire career’s been called into question; you see, people assume that my success is due to my long-time association with the Avengers and not the writing skills I’ve worked my ass off developing and perfecting. I lost any chance at anonymity or a private life when I announced my engagement to Steve Rogers. I became estranged from my family, because they didn’t approve of my relationship or my association with the Avengers. I went through the joy of befriending some of the kindest and most misunderstood people in the world, and then I was forced to mourn them in a way that no one but my fellow Avengers could ever understand; the world lost Iron Man, Black Widow, Black Panther and the Vision, but I lost Tony, Nat, T’Challa and Vis.”

Kate bowed her head and stared down at the discarded pizza crust on her plate. “And you lost Steve, too.”

(Y/N) nodded mutely, careful to keep up the ruse that Steve Rogers died in the Battle of Earth and wasn’t currently wrapping Christmas gifts with their fifteen-month old daughter in their Brooklyn home. “When you face the threats that Clint and I have faced, you have to accept that there’s going to be things that you lose along the way. I don’t tell you any of this to dissuade you, Kate, far from it; I’ve always believed that if you feel that you can help, then it’s your moral obligation to do so.” She reached across the table and rested a comforting hand atop Kate’s, giving her a small smile when her eyes finally met hers. “But it’s important that you know that this life isn’t easy, and it’s only fair that you hear it from one of the only Avengers who stumbled into this life the way you have. Do you understand?”

Kate nodded, and the brief silence that filled the air as (Y/N) finished her slice of pizza was broken by a timid question. “Do you know who the Ronin is?”

“…I know who they used to be,” (Y/N) carefully replied. “But if you want to know more about the Ronin, then you’ll have to ask Clint.”

“Urgh, I knew you’d say something cryptic like that. Hey, what’re Clint’s favorite Christmas movies and does he have any strong opinions about ugly Christmas sweaters?”

After (Y/N) helped Kate plan out the perfect mini-Christmas party for a homesick Clint, she bid the young archer and her energetic Golden Retriever goodbye and watched them both stroll down the sidewalk with a fond smile on her face. It was clear to her that Kate’s heart was in the right place, and that perhaps she was the perfect person to help Clint move on from the Ronin as well as resolve the ongoing conflict with the Tracksuits. I just hope they’ll both stay safe, she thought as she anxiously bit her lower lip and stroked her small baby bump, her mind preoccupied with a myriad of the worst possible outcomes to the archers’ partnership.

“Here you go, Ms. (Y/L/N): one large chicken and olive pizza to go,” The young worker’s sudden appearance shook (Y/N) out of her heavy thoughts and after setting the pizza box down, he started to bus the table with a small smile on his face. “Need any packets of Parmesan cheese or red pepper flakes?”

“No, thank you, I-” (Y/N) cut herself off when her eyes caught sight of a familiar well-worn paperback sticking out of the teenager’s back pocket and she felt herself begin to grin. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen a copy of For Queen and Country with its original cover art. How’re you enjoying it?”

He nodded enthusiastically. “It’s one of my favorite books!” The young worker’s gaze briefly met hers as a light blush dusted his cheeks; there was a brief flash of grief in his brown eyes – a deep sort of grief that looked entirely out of place in the eyes of a teenager – but it soon vanished when a bashful expression graced his features. “I’ve been a fan for a pretty long time, Ms. (Y/L/N), and I was actually workin’ up the courage to come out here and ask you for your autograph. I don’t wanna bug you or overstep-”

“Of course I’ll autograph your copy!” (Y/N)’s smile widened as he stammered out a brief thanks and scrambled to hand her the paperback and his server’s pen. “Who should I make it out to?”

“Peter, Peter Parker.” Again, (Y/N) was struck by the strange emotion that flashed across his face, but what gave her pause was the sudden familiarity that his name brought her; she couldn’t put her finger on it, but something about the teenager’s name tugged at the far reaches of her mind. Doing her best to shrug the unsettled feeling off, she jotted down a brief greeting and signed her name before blowing on the drying ink and handing the book and pen back with a smile. “Thanks a lot, Ms. (Y/L/N)! It was good seein’ you agai-um, sorry, I think my manager’s callin’ me, happy holidays!”

Peter Parker, who’d abruptly turned as white as a sheet, shoved his book and pen into his pocket and scooped up the dirty dishes before practically sprinting back inside. (Y/N)’s brow arched at his odd shift in behavior, but gathered up her pizza box and strode down the sidewalk to where she’d been lucky enough to park her yellow Volkswagen Bug. After securing the pizza in the car’s front trunk (or ‘frunk,’ as Sam liked to jokingly call it), she carefully climbed into the driver’s seat and waited a moment for the baby to settle down before dialing Steve’s cell phone number.

“Hey, sunshine! How was your visit with Clint?”

“Productive, for the most part; he has an idea of who the middle-man between Kingpin and the Tracksuits is, but he’s still not sure how to stop them from targeting him and his new friend Kate or uncovering Laura’s past. I also had a quick chat with Kate over lunch, which is why I’m bringing home a chicken and olive pizza from Joe’s; you should also know that your offspring conned me into buying it.”

Steve chuckled. “Oh, they did, huh?”

“Mm-hmm, and you should count yourself lucky that it was only pizza; at four months pregnant with Cari, I was craving Flamin’ Hot Cheetos dipped in vanilla ice cream,” (Y/N) snickered as her husband made a sound of disgust on the other end of the call. “Oh, and the strangest thing happened as I was leaving! Do we know a Peter Parker from anywhere?”

“…I don’t think so, but the name sounds awfully familiar.”

“Right? There’s something strange about it but I can’t put my finger on-” A recognizable babbling in the background of the call caused her to stifle a giggle. “Someone’s feeling chatty today, aren’t they?”

“I think that last episode of Sesame Street might’ve riled her up a bit; you know how much she loves when the Count makes an appearance,” Her husband remarked before calling out, “Cari, did you wanna talk to Mama? Mama’s on the phone right now.”

The gibberish grew louder as the infant toddled over and happily exclaimed into the phone. “Mama!”

“Hi, lemon drop! I’ll be home really soon, okay? Mama loves you!” (Y/N) smiled to herself, listening to their daughter’s incoherent mumbling grow faint as Steve regained control of the cell phone. “I should be home in a half an hour or so, depending on how backed up the bridge is.”

“Fingers crossed that all the city’s archers decide to leave the Brooklyn Bridge un-impaled for the afternoon commute.” Steve joked. “You can tell me all about Clint and his new partner over pizza and my famous green smoothies. I love you, sunshine.”

She gave her phone an exaggerated air-kiss that made Steve huff out a quiet laugh. “I love you too, sweetheart, and I’ll see you soon.”

After hanging up the call and tucking her cell phone into her messenger bag, (Y/N) started the car’s engine and turned up the radio, the local station’s Christmas playlist already playing through the speakers. “Okay, gumball, your daddy promised to make us a smoothie, so let’s get this show on the road.”

Pulling away from the curb, (Y/N) hummed along to the upbeat Elton John track in the hopes that the music would distract from the unsettling feeling beginning to take form in the pit of her stomach, but the tune wasn’t enough to make her shake the suspicion that someone was watching her from afar.

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A/N: Who do you guys think was watching (Y/N)?? You'll have to stay tuned to find out! Thank you all so much for reading and commenting! I’ve created a Spotify playlist inspired by this series, and I’ll be updating it every time I upload a new chapter. Enjoy!

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[crushingonevery1]

Im okay. (prologue)

warning: dark past, dark present, evil(psychopath) darren cross and wife.

pairings: peter parker x reader, mcu x reader, avengers x reader

You were 7.

Your life turned around for the worst, and only seemed to be getting worse and worse. You were 7 when you lost both your parents to a fatal car crash. u wanted to believe it was fate but u knew what it truly was, it was murder.

Your father was the middle child out of three brothers, He loved them both dearly and couldn't wait for them to meet you, his child, his offspring. Until one day he was met with the news of the murder of his elder brother by his younger brother, Darren cross. Recognizing his ill intentions, he ran with his pregnant wife to the other corner of the world. He wouldn't let anything happen to you.

You still remember, the day before your parents death, Darren "visited" you, he said he had come to collect his asset, you also remember his extreme anger when he found out you were a girl. You were his chance, at winning over hydra, at turning his life around, but what would he do with a weak little girl. He had planned to give his brother's son to hydra as asset, to do with him what they wanted, but..u weren't a boy, there was no way hydra would take you. Darren had promised hydra the strongest asset they will ever get. He had to do something. That's where his obsession for the pym particle started. He had wasted a lot of money, a lot of resources, heck he killed his brothers to be able to retrieve you. He was going to make good use of you.

Ten years later, here you are. After his pym particle plan failed, darren was pulled of jail thanks to hydra, so the he could continue working on their "asset". He has started all sorts of experiments on you, if he was crazy first, the encounter with hank pym and his failure made him somehow, even worse.

They treated you horribly, abused everyday, they would administer electric shocks everytime you even blinked without their permission, you were starting to lose hope. You wanted to run away you really did, but, this home. It belonged to your father, it was the closest thing you had to comfort. So for the sake of your mental stability, you just put up with it, thinking atleast this way you're with your parents.

Your life has never been worse not only were you suffering more than any prisoner would at home, the constant bullying in school didn't help, high schoolers can be brutal. That's when you met the reason you were still alive, Peter Parker.

He was this timid boy but smart, oh so smart. He would speak to you about how Tony stark put him in this "rich kid" school for the enhancement of his skill. The day you started dating, he also told you about the internship infact being him, an Avenger. It was adorable, hearing him talk for hours about how much convincing and training he had to do for Mr stark to let him be an Avenger. He was so proud of himself, and you were so proud of him. If you had to, you would live the rest of your life with your uncle letting him experiment on you, as long as you could meet Peter.

[trulyrogers]

◐ 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨, 𝐘𝐨𝐮. ( 𝐈 {𝐏𝐓 𝐈𝐈})

synopsis. ─ 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮, a bookstore manager in New York, who meets Steve Rogers, an aspiring writer, with whom you become immediately infatuated. To feed your obsession, you soon turn to social media and technology to track his presence and eliminate any possible obstacles that stand in the way of your romance.

・❥・Pairing : Steve Rogers x Dark!Stalker! Reader

・⚠︎・Warnings : Reader is creepy, slight flirting, no use of Y/N, 6'8 Steve, Stalking, Manipulation, Not proofread lol, slight sexual thoughts if you squint

༊*·˚ W/C : 821 TBA!

A/N.─ Hey ya'll! Well because I'm lazy the first chapter isn't finished but here's a second snippet of what to expect. I think from now on, I'll do it daily to keep me motivated lol. I hope you enjoy it!

! italics are the reader's inner monologue :)

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"Aren’t essays usually in non-fiction?" He examines, craning his neck slightly to look down at you. Out of all the people you've known, you've never encountered someone as lofty as him. He was a gentle giant. Burly, yet kind. His muscles protruded in the cream sweater he wore, and you resisted looking at them. You swallowed heavily, although it wasn't perceptible to him. You dusted your hand over the brown apron you wore, wiping off a tad bit of sweat that rested on your palm. To say he made you nervous was an understatement. God, he was attractive.

"Usually. But the owner has his own way of doing things. Who’re you looking for?" You ask wryly as you gaze up at him with your doe-shaped eyes, before positioning the last book on the shelf.

"Hank Pym." He replies without hesitation. Your eyes want to narrow, but you don't, fearing you'll look foolish. After the snap, most of the world had become a sorrowful body of what it once was. Known for his slightly erratic personality and discoveries about time, Hank Pym was infamous for his rivalry with Tony Stark. His books and discoveries after the snap were gathered to help understand the snap and the type of anomaly it was. Despite this, the world remained the same. The former beauty has been reduced to a despondent shell.

"Good choice." You compliment him as you beckon him to follow you, and his laughter ricochets off the walls. His footsteps sound quietly against the carpet and his shadow towers over you, causing you to bite your lip. He was mouthwatering. Although you couldn't catch a glimpse of him, you felt strangely turned on by him. Who wouldn't be? There is no doubt that he was one of the most prominent individuals on Earth at the moment.

"I feel weirdly validated."

"Most of his old stuff went out of print years ago. But since Ransom started talking him up, we’ve been getting more requests. We keep him here-- " You arrive at an undersized shelf, and he inspects it for a moment before speaking.

"'Celebrity authors?' I thought Pym was pretty obscure."

You shrug at his response with a laugh, "He knew Tony Stark."

During his lifetime, Tony made significant contributions to scientific exploration and funding. Media outlets devoted articles, polls, and even news reports to the rivalry between him and Hank Pym, who were friends turned rivals. In the wake of the snap, Tony disappeared for such a long time that people thought he had been killed by Thanos. Until it was all over the news that he had come from a spaceship from the sky. It had been an odd world after Thanos.

"Ransom wants anyone in here that’s even tangentially famous. Thinks it sells more books." You beam and nod your head to the manager watching you both, feigning to be on his phone, and the man you are talking to laughs.

"That’s sad. People buying books because of what’s popular and not because they want to be moved or changed in some way." A frown materializes on his face. Throughout his childhood, his mother prompted him to read, and even as she slipped away peacefully on her deathbed, he read a book to her.

"It’s an epidemic. See that guy --" He whispers to you, continuing, and leaning closer. "I saw him on the way in. Grabbed Dan Brown’s latest on his way in. Now he’ll walk around for another five, ten minutes to try and find something legitimate to buy with it."

His scent is like that of a forest on a warm spring day. It's a musky scent you want to bask in forever. As he becomes more friendly with you, your face ruptures into a smile. Maybe you could become closer to him. Perhaps friends, or even more.

"Like the cereal guys buy when they’re really there for condoms. Only makes it more conspicuous. Like, own your shit. If Dan Brown’s your kink, be out about it." You answer quietly, so only he can hear, and his cheeks begin to redden a bit as he chuckles, trying to regulate his volume level.

"He’s shame-buying Dan Brown."

"At the end of the day, people can be so disappointing, can't they?" You sigh in faux dissatisfaction.

"Sometimes they surprise you." He quips at you; looking down at you with a small grin. A moment passes as you both hold your gaze. Those brilliant blue eyes, you could lose yourself in them for hours. The air around you both suddenly becomes heavier, and you swallow. God, he's so close to you right now. It is as if his shadow engulfs you so perfectly that you can't help but want to get up on your tiptoes and kiss him. Tenser, but quickly, you break eye contact, reminding yourself of patience, and you clear your throat.

"Hank Pym, it's the top shelf."

[mentally-ill-simp]

That's for nerds (Scott Lang x reader)

I was sitting at the table of the Pym household drinking my coffee and reading my book while Hope and Hank talked about stuff that I really did not care to much about as I read my book Scott walked in, now don't get me wrong Scott was a very very attractive man that could probably get any woman if he really wanted but I decided not to give into his crap, but anyway as Scott walked in he sat down right beside me and looked over at my book, I of course choose to ignore his presents, but he kept getting closer an closer to me and reading "are you reading Lord of the Rings?" he finally asked "um, yeah why?" I gave him a look "oh nothing it's fine" he said and continued reading "no tell me" I said now putting my book down and becoming more interested in what he had to say "well uh" he stammered as I waited patiently "that's for nerds" he smirked "oh really?" I asked giving him a smirk back "yeah but I didn't mean it in a bad way" he said "and lucky for you I am a nerd" I then kissed his cheek and left the room to go shower 

[everlastingdreams]

Weeping Monk x Reader : The Patience Of A Heart   Chapter 27

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Story Summary: After fire claimed the lives of your family, the monastery of your Uncle Carden becomes your new home. As the niece of a priest you are expected to behave prim and proper, but not even the watchful eyes of the Weeping Monk can see all. An ancient magic returns to life when love and duty begin to blur.

Chapter Title:  Bright Skies.

Notes: The last chapter ;_;

Warnings: There’s a list of warnings for this story: Murder. Violence. Death. Angst. Sexism. Strong Language. Trauma. Childhood trauma. Survivor’s guilt. Mentions of child maltreatment. Threat of Sexual assault. PTSD. Misogyny, Self-flagellation. Gore.

Other warnings: Jealousy. Forbidden Love. Romance. Pining. Smut. Spicy content. Little Slow-burn.

Word count of this fic: +130K

Chapter:  27 / 27

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Just before dawn, Lancelot let you return to your room after sharing what was meant to be a hasty kiss but turned out lasting quite a bit longer.

Percival had a tendency to barge into his room at the crack of dawn to ask for anything the boy had thought of the night before and Lancelot would not risk the boy walking in on something he was too young to know about.

The nightgown was almost dry, but it didn’t matter now as you changed into the trousers and leather sleeveless jacket you had come to love.

At breakfast you felt like the whole dining hall knew what had happened that night, which was ridiculous. It was just your self-consciousness trying to strike fear into you.

Lancelot had tried to get a piece of potato on his fork and missed for more than four times because he couldn’t stop stealing glances from you.

Gawain said nothing of it, Pym scrunched her nose at the sight of it.

It was Arthur who pointed it out for all to hear “Lancelot, I’m glad your aim with the sword is better than your aim with a fork.”

“Are you drunk?” Pym blurted out.

The poor Ash Man felt the eyes of the room on him and answered the question aimed at him “No.” he looked at Arthur as well “I have not slept well.”

Well, he had not slept much. It was close enough to the truth.

You kept your eyes on the plate under your nose, chewing the food to avoid smiling at the situation he found himself in.

Arthur showed concern “How come? Are you unwell?”

He had hoped the Manblood would not ask further.

Finally he managed to spear the piece of potato on his fork “No, there was an owl outside my window that kept me awake.”

You barely kept it together, he was truly fishing for a believable lie.

While the rest of the table believed the lie, it was Red Spear and Gawain who seemed more than a little skeptical.

Arthur went on to use it to get on the Ash Man’s nerves “Aren’t you skilled enough with the bow to take care of that?”

He’d show him how skilled he was if the Manblood kept challenging him…

With a glare, he answered “I will not waste an arrow on an owl. We need our weapons for more important matters.”

Gawain stood by him “A wise choice. And we should not let food go to waste either.”

It was meant for both the men who were forgetting about the plate in front of them.

Your own plate was empty by now and you rose from your seat “Gawain is right. Eat, gentlemen.”

Arthur send a charming smile your way upon hearing it, that smile faded quite quickly when he looked at Lancelot again.

He knew Arthur well enough now to know that he would not betray him like this, but that did not mean that Arthur would not try to rile him up.

The Manblood and the Green Knight had become like brothers to him, and he knew brothers could be terribly irritating amongst one another. Still, he rather enjoyed their spirited characters.

You walked past the children at the end of the table, ruffling Percival’s hair and correcting a flower in Neia’s that looked like it would fall out otherwise.

“No fighting during your lessons today.” You reminded them.

“So, afterwards?” Percival quipped.

You struggled to hide the smile “No.”

The boy was just joking, you could tell. Mostly it was to get more attention from Neia who never strayed from the side of her young and brave knight.

You walked past the empty chair where Kaze always sat and asked Gawain “Does Kaze not want breakfast?”

“She left to head into the city earlier.” Gawain explained her absence.

You had feared something bad had happened “Oh, alright. Glad to hear she is not sick or anything.”

He eased your mind “Kaze will be back tonight. She’s one tough woman that one.”

“She is.” You agreed.

After walking past Gawain, you leaned down and stole a piece of potato from Lancelot’s plate.

You popped it into your mouth, chewed and swallowed before licking some remnants of it from your index finger.

He could not believe you would act so ill-mannered.

He could not believe how impossible it felt to look away from you when you brought your finger to your mouth like that.

It was too late, most of the table had seen him stare by the time he regained control over his wandering thoughts.

You were innocence itself “Don’t let it go cold. It tastes really good.”

It earned you quite the look from him, if you had been alone with him you’d be in trouble.

The smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth “Clearly.”

In the time he spend looking up at you, Pym was leaning over and reaching with her fork for the unguarded food on his plate.

Part of you wanted to help your intended, part of you wanted your friend to be successful.

You had placed your hand on the back of his chair, fingers brushing against his shoulder.

While his eyes were on you, he still sensed that something was off.

Without looking, he caught Pym’s wrist and she let out a very started yelp.

Slowly he turned to her “So many ill-manners so early in the day.”

Pym tried to defend her actions “You’re just letting it get cold…”

He released her wrist and the sneaky Pym still managed to have pinned some food on her fork and popped it into her mouth immediately.

While he was busying looking at Pym, you stole another piece from his plate and ate it.

“Gawain.” Lancelot looked to the knight for back-up.

Gawain offered no such thing “They’re right. You’re letting it go cold.”

Neia was giggling at the shenanigans and managed to steal something of Percival’s plate too, to the utter shock of the boy.

Lancelot send you a look again and saw you shrug your shoulders before walking away.

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  Just before midday, you went to find Lancelot again and found him busy teaching Neia and Percival how to wield a sword in the field. Three other children stood at a small distance to watch and the Ash Man beckoned for them to come closer.

They did so with caution, until he offered them a wooden sword.

You kept at a distance, they had not seen you.

The children joined in on the training, which often turned more playful than proper for a lesson and poor Lancelot did not have the heart to tell them.

Maybe he even enjoyed to see them have fun while learning, unlike the way he had learned.

You left them to their fun and went back into the fort and to your room.

It had been a while since you had picked up a knitting needle and you retrieved them from under your bed. The last thing you had made were socks for Anne.

When winter came, many would not have the proper clothing for the weather, it was time to pick the needles up again. Maybe you could even teach others with the little skill you had.

You checked how much yarn there still was, enough for a scarf for Neia and a couple pair of socks for others. A trip to the local market would be necessary soon.

After starting on the scarf, you had made some small mistakes that took longer than usual to rectify and you swore you wouldn’t go more than two days without working with the needles again.

Once it finally began to go smoothly, a knock at your door pulled you out of your concentration.

“Yes?” You called out.

Lancelot opened the door and walked into your room without closing it “Here you are. The children are off to their lessons.”

You could sense he was here to try and distract you “I’m knitting.”

Lancelot stole the knitting needles from your hands and placed them down on the small nightstand “I have something else for you to play with.”

The jest fell from you “I would have preferred some loving words and perhaps a kiss before hearing that.”

It took him three seconds to understand, he looked off to the side smiling “Not what I meant. Come with me.”

You stood up to follow him “What are we going to do?”

He grabbed your sword from where you had placed it against your dresser and handed it to you “It is time I dedicate more time to your training.”

You got excited at the prospect “With the sword?”

He gave a nod “Yes. We can try the bow later.”

The excitement grew even stronger when he took you to where you had been sparing with Gawain yesterday. Without being prompted to, you went to retrieve the two wooden swords that still rested against the nearest tree.

“Leave them.” Lancelot called out.

He had not been happy to see you spar with steel, so you just assumed the wooden ones would be used.

“But-” You started.

“We train with steel. Like you did with Gawain.” He beckoned for you and drew his sword.

As long as Percival was not around to see it, for only heaven knew how he would be able to end the boy’s angry ranting over it.

It worried you “I don’t want to hurt you.”

There was a chuckle, he stopped when he realized how arrogant it might appear “You will not.”

Had he truly just laughed at the idea that you could possibly harm him this way?

You were not amused by his blatant believe “Wow, you really believe I can’t hurt you.”

He ill-worded it “You do not have the skill.” then added “Yet.”

Alright, maybe that was true. But he didn’t have to rub your nose in it.

You did not let it slip “Just so we are clear, you’re not coming anywhere near me tonight.”

He, not so subtly, inhaled deeply.

With a shit-eating grin, he said “We shall see.”

You didn’t know what made your face burn more, him trying to catch your scent or the irritation you felt at his smug demeanor “You unbelievable-”

It took a lot to hold back the words you’d spew at him and instead you let out a loud agitated groan.

“That’s it. You’re asking for it.” You pointed at him accusingly.

It was time to show him that you weren’t afraid to prove him wrong.

Perhaps you lacked the skill of sword fighting, but not the skill to fight dirty.

Your sword was already in your hand and you ran up to him.

As anticipated he easily evaded you, a chuckle escaping him.

Good. That was what you wanted, for him to think you would continue to run around him like a headless chicken.

This time you approached slower, using your sword as a distraction to try and steal the short sword from his side.

It made little sense to him why you would do so and therefore he was almost too late to prevent it. He grabbed a hold on your elbow, you tugged at his cloak and pulled it over his arm.

Like this, you were making it hard for him to actually use his sword to block your shenanigans.

More than once you got really close on purpose to the point where he was both amused and annoyed by it.

It was when you pulled his hood down that he finally took a couple of steps back.

“You-…” He swallowed what he was about to say.

“What?” You grinned at him wickedly.

“Continue this and I will-” Lancelot started.

You interrupted him arrogantly “You’ll what?”

The annoyance was audible in his tone “Just spar with me.”

It was glorious to see him so riled up by your fighting strategy “I am. It’s not my fault that you can’t handle the way I fight.”

For a moment he said nothing, then he tossed his sword to the grass and drew the short one instead “I can handle you well.”

Honestly, it was quite intimidating when he stalked closer.

Your mind was scrambling for ways to defend yourself against whatever he had planned.

Slower than he would normally have, he aimed with the sword and was pleasantly surprised that you did know how to block an attack well.

The knight must have taught you some things indeed.

When you lunged at him with your sword as well, that was when the spar truly began.

He let you experience what it was like to be in close combat and how quick it could be even if he held back.

Steel collided with steel and your arms began to ache after a while even if your sword was light, the movements was not something you were used to.

His aim was to disarm you, you could tell.

And you’d be damned if you let him accomplish that without a fight.

You copied what you had seen from Gawain and him to the best of your abilities.

Your balance wasn’t the best, but the spirit to fight made up for it.

He watched you defend yourself like a feral cat. It lacked grace, but so far he had not managed to steal your weapon from you.

Like Gawain had once taught you, you played it dirty and got your crossguard caught on his on purpose.

With one firm pull at the crossguard that costed all your strength, and your leg strategically placed, you caused him to trip over your lower leg.

There he was, down on his knees, resisting the strong urge to curse.

Not often was he faced with someone who fought dirty like he often had.

You felt quite proud “Gawain taught me that.”

He sat up on his knees, slightly glaring “Did he now?”

To see him like this sure send your mind to wander.

Instead of seizing the moment to gloat, you stepped in front of him and caressed along his jaw.

The change in his eyes was evident, your shadow falling over him took the sun’s bright light out of his eyes.

“Did I do well?” You softly asked.

He had forgotten the pain in his knees quite quickly and held you by the hips to get you closer “Very well.”

You let him move you closer to him.

The corner of his mouth curved up and he looked around himself, when no one was there to see it, he rested his forehead to your abdomen and pressed his lips to it.

The memory of last night rose to the front of your mind, a hot flush coursed through your veins and you shyly looked around you to see if no one was looking “Lancelot…”

He stood up from the ground, not releasing you “What happened between us last night, it means a lot to me. Have I told you that?”

You leaned back a little, shaking your head “Not with many words, but I know you are not a man of many words.”

He placed his hands a bit higher when others walked by “You trusted me with your body.”

You gave his arm a gentle squeeze “I trust you with all that I am, as you trust me.”

His hand curled around your wrist, thumb feeling the bangle that you always wore now “Did you mean it, when you said you did not want me near you tonight?”

To answer that, you removed his hand from your waist “I’ll have to think about it.”

The teasing was unmistakable, there was hope.

As if to persuade and woo, he took your hand and brought your knuckles to his lips, letting them brush over it briefly “Look favourably upon it.”

It was indeed quite persuasive, especially when those eyes glanced at you with such intensity.

He let go off your hand upon seeing Tristan approach.

The archer greeted you both and asked Lancelot “I was wondering if you would like to go hunting with me? We won’t go far into the forest, my wife has cravings for certain kinds of food that I cannot easily find in the city.”

You nudged Lancelot’s arm “Go on then, before Iseult takes a bite out of Tristan instead.”

The Ash Man agreed to help Tristan “Alright, I shall join you.”

Tristan gestured between the two of you “I’ve heard the news about your betrothal, congratulations. Will it be a joining like the ones Fey have?”

Lancelot looked to you for the answer.

You shyly admitted “I hope for a joining.”

It seemed to please the Ash Man to hear it.

“I hope I will be invited. And my wife too of course. ” Tristan not so subtly alerted you to his interest.

You looked at Lancelot curiously.

He saw no reason to not invite the man “You are welcome to come.”

At that, Tristan held out his hand and Lancelot shook it amicably.

“We’d better be off then. If I’m not back before dark, Iseult will throw a fit.” Tristan send him a look.

You voiced your opinion “And rightfully so.”

Tristan regretted speaking now and awkwardly stepped away, Lancelot followed him and threw you a smirk.

Anyone expecting a child had the right to be upset if their partner chose to remain absent and cause them unnecessary worry.

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  You were there to wait outside the door to the dining hall for when the children would finish their lessons. The door swung upon and children ran out the room to their other daily activities. Percival and Neia ran right past you, not even noticing your presence.

You had to call out their names to pull their attention, upon hearing it they stopped and quickly hurried over “I’m going to the market to get yarn. Do you want to come with me?”

It surprised them both and they eagerly exclaimed ‘yes’.

Before heading to the market, you urged them to put on a cloak in case it would rain and came to the realization that Percival’s cloak was torn in many places.

The few coins you had would not suffice for both yarn and a cloak. If needed be, the yarn would need to wait and you’d just get Percival the cloak instead.

If the children questioned you on why you weren’t purchasing the yarn, you would have to lie and say that they didn’t have what you were looking for.

Together you walked to the exit of the fort, you let the children walk in front of you to keep an eye on them.

Gawain came from the opposite direction, letting the little ones pass by “Heading into the city?”

You nodded “To the market. There are some things I need.”

“Such as?” He wasn’t afraid to be curious.

“Some yarn and a cloak.” You gestured to Percival discreetly.

The knight scanned the boy and girl briefly “It’s not easy for Feys to earn coin these days. Most of us trade.”

Did he know?…

“What sort of things would the merchants trade for?” You questioned.

He gave a sympathetic smile and reached into his pockets, pulling out some coins and handing them to you “It will be easiest with these.”

You protested “But-”

Gawain waved the protest away “It is worth investing in a useful craft. Look after the children, do not worry about other things. We all help each other here.”

The appreciation you felt was great “Thank you, Gawain.”

He hinted “I could use a warm pair of socks for the winter.”

It didn’t even need asking “Consider it done.”

Gawain turned to Percival “Stay close to y/n.”

The cheeky boy grinned and nodded.

Oh, you would definitely need to keep your eyes on them.

“Good luck.” The knight said to you, before correcting himself “I mean, enjoy yourselves.”

After sharing a knowing look with him, you left the fort with the children.

  Once at the market, it all started out so well and calm. Neia held your hand, Percival remained close to your side. And then, the stall which sold wares they were interested in came into their sights.

You did remind them to stay close and they impatiently stood beside you while you chose the yarn you needed. Then you went to a stall that sold clothing and picked a cloak with Percival. After that, there was still enough coin and you let Neia choose something for herself from the market.

It took some encouragement from Percival for her to do so, she almost returned into her shell of shyness.

The boy led her to some stall, but you doubted the girl would want to purchase some fish to eat…

Percival’s intention was good, but he needed a little help, which became evident when he looked at you.

You pointed at a stall that sold a variety of items. Trinkets, jewelry, flowers…

There a small necklace caught her attention, she took it in her hands and that was when you recognized the piece of silver.

Neia looked up at you with wide eyes as she held it up for you to see “It’s the one you gave me…”

A brief inspection later and you could only confirm that it was indeed the same necklace “It is��� do you want it?”

She quickly nodded and you paid the merchant for the item.

Someone must have traded or sold it again.

Neia struggled to put it on and you knelt down to her height to help.

It didn’t take you long to close the clasp, she was happy to have it back and you were glad to see that she loved it too.

Once you had everything you needed from the market, you walked back towards the fortress with the children.

At the meadow behind the fortress, you went ahead and let the children play with the wooden swords that others had used for practice earlier that day.

Multiple flowers grew on the meadow and you sat down on the grass between them.

Soon the area filled itself with laughter as they chased each other with the swords.

The setting sun caused a magical atmosphere on the meadow.

Never before had you felt more at peace than this, just watching the sun set while the children played in the grass.

When you placed your palm on the grass, you felt the mark tingle pleasantly.

There was some fey magic inside of you and it allowed you to experience some of what they experienced. The close connection to nature, to their kind and the magic that lived in the lands.

Your heart had found it’s home.

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  After the sun went down, you brought the children to the dinning hall where dinner was being handed out.

Kaze had returned from the city as well and was using a knife to stab her food and put it in her mouth.

Red Spear and Arthur were quietly talking to each other, which was rather surprising. Had the Manblood managed to charm the raider’s Captain after all? It appeared so.

You sat down next to Pym, noticing the amount of blood she had on her clothes “Hard day at the infirmary?”

Pym was eager to speak of the idiocy from the raiders she had to deal with all day, she did so quietly to make sure Red Spear would not hear of it.

The door of the dining hall opened again and your betrothed walked in with Tristan.

Blood stained both their clothing, but not as much as Pym’s.

From their joyful entrance, you concluded that at least it was not their own blood.

Tristan went to sit with his wife a couple of tables further away.

Lancelot passed by the back of your chair, leaned over and greeted you “Good evening.”

You arched a brow with a smile “Well, well, you look like you had fun.”

He confirmed it with a nod “I have. Tristan’s archery skill is impressive.”

You touched his aketon “There is blood on you.”

The poor Ash Man seemed unaware of it until you pointed it out “Iseult will spare her husband. I will change after the meal.”

So the hunt had been successful, no wonder he looked so content tonight.

His eyes flickered from yours to your cheek and you saw him resist the desire to kiss it.

He stepped away and walked to his chair to sit beside Gawain.

This time he did not let his food turn cold.

The mood at the table was amicable, everyone was chatting with everyone.

It was like you had gained a new family, one far stranger than you could have imagined and it made it only better.

A new life had begun, one where you did not have to pretend to be something you were not to be accepted.

Life was dangerous, but it was good. You were not alone, you were home.

After the meal, you took it upon yourself to guide the two tired children to their rooms.

And once one asked for some water, the other did too. Like they suddenly became parched at the sight of their beds.

Two trips back and forth between the kitchen and the rooms was the result. But Percival and Neia were happy, and you were glad that they were not afraid to ask you for what they needed.

You retreated to your room and by the time you had changed into your nightgown, you felt thirsty too…

And so began the short walk to the kitchen under the cover of your cloak to shield yourself from the sights of others still awake.

A jug of water and a tankard was your prize and you returned to your room, now more understanding of how the children had felt parched too.

Behind the curtain, you quickly scanned your appearance in the mirror. The cut to your head was healing well, it only stung when you touched it. And your ankle hadn’t hurt in a while either. You were healing in more than one way.

You discarded the cloak on your bed and wandered into the night again.

Once upon a time, you would have had to sneak out off a window to do this, now you could walk through the night with a heart at peace.

It wasn’t long before midnight when you presented yourself at his door.

The door was unlocked, as if he was already expecting a late night visitor.

You followed the candle light coming from the small room and came upon the sight of him cleaning off the day’s build on sweat.

His torso glistened from the water and he messily splashed some on his face too.

It was quite amusing to witness and you bit your cheek to prevent a laugh.

While drying off his face with the towel and without even looking at you, he asked “Will you keep staring, or will you help?”

Never did you think this man could still find a way to get you flustered.

But it had sounded more genuine than a jest and it set your mind to spin.

“This is the hardest choice I’ve ever been burdened with.” You admitted.

He looked over his shoulder at the floor just in front of your feet, a lopsided smirk plastered on his face.

How could you not be appreciative of the sight granted to you now?

It came out in a breath “You are quite something…”

This time he did look at your face, curious what that meant “Something?”

Oh, how you could feel your cheeks just start to burn at your own thoughts.

Surely he noticed how shamelessly your gaze was traveling over him?

You got closer, stealing the towel from his hands to ‘aid’ him.

You took your sweet time dabbing the towel to his chest “Strikingly handsome…”

A very quiet curse spilled from your lips, that was how much of an effect he had.

Dammit, how could one be so handsome?

Why was one look from him enough to stir something inside of you?

It took some effort to remain focused on the task and you did dab the skin of his back dry carefully.

When you put the towel down on the small table, he caught you by the waist before you could step away.

With one swift movement, he trapped you between himself and the table.

If that bowl of water spilled, you’d need more than that one towel…

He nosed your hair, then dipped his head into your neck.

The quiet inhales and exhales betrayed what he was doing and it only got you more flustered.

You almost scolded him for it “Lancelot. Why are you sniffing me?”

He smiled against your neck “I think you know.”

If his ears had been as sensitive as his nose, he would have heard how your heart was trying to beat it’s way out of your rib cage.

Without him noticing, you dipped your hand in the bowl of water and then proceeded to rub the water across his face.

He barely recoiled, slowly getting used to your antics.

“Missed a spot.” You bit your lip.

His eyes narrowed “A lifetime of this…”

You caught a drip of water that was gliding down his mouth “Having seconds thoughts on us joining?”

“Never.” He breathed against your thumb.

You imagined how it would go “In the forest, surrounded by our friends. Percival and Neia causing havoc around us.”

He hummed approvingly, bringing you in closer to kiss along your jaw.

The wet state of his face made you slip out of his hold and out of the small room.

He picked up the towel, walked towards you while drying his face again and tossed the towel back to it’s place “I do hope my bride will behave at our joining.”

You scoffed lightly “Never.”

The answer he expected.

You used it against him “If you want a woman who behaves and acts proper, than I should leave instead of sharing your bed.”

He grinned wickedly “So you did come here with certain intentions.”

Without answering you pulled the sheet back from his bed, got in, and made yourself comfortable under it.

It silenced him to see you huddled up on the bed with a couple of lovestruck eyes aimed at him.

He approached the bed and sat down on the edge of it, on the sheets, by your side “I never thought I would be where I am now, or with whom I am now. You stood by me and I vow to do the same.”

You curled your hand around his “Our lives are just beginning and I can’t wait to spend all of it with you.”

Lancelot lifted your entwined hands and kissed your knuckles “May time have mercy upon us and let us live long.”

He never thought he would wish for a long life, not until he met you.

“Brave of you to wish for a long life with me as your wife.” You joked.

He deadpanned “I always enjoyed a challenge.”

You feigned a glare, then leaned over to steal a kiss from him.

“Twit.” You said, after successfully stealing one.

That rare boyish smile curved his mouth, heavenly eyes cast their gaze on your lips.

It was the only warning you received before his lips connected with your own.

He laid you down and hovered above, his mouth only parting with yours to kiss your forehead “I waited my whole life for you, for someone to reach into the darkness to guide me out. And now that I have you, I will spend the rest of my days loving you with all that I am.”

You gazed up into his eyes, then smiled “I love you too.”

Lancelot took a deep breath before diving into your lips with his, fully intending to claim your mouth all for himself before he’d need to breath in again.

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  The day of your joining began so peaceful, you had chosen to hold it in the evening.

It had been raining heavily, but once foot was set in the magical forest, the rain ceased to be.

What the forest gave was a cloudless night sky littered with stars.

Lancelot had gone to the forest with Arthur and Red Spear first, leaving you in the hands of Gawain and Pym. Kaze came along as well, not willing to miss a joining considering how rare they were becoming these days.

There had been flowers for a bouquet, but those had vanished the night before. Oddly enough, Neia was wearing an array of colorful flowers mixed with the usual white ones in her hair tonight. You didn’t mind, those flowers suited her well and you suspected that Percival had something to do with the disappearance of the bouquet. And now the children walked ahead of you, both excited to witness a joining.

It was one of the few things that made the joining memorable.

For the Fey, the forest was their home. For you, the forest in the dark was more tricky.

Your pretty gown got stuck on a branch and it delayed the whole ceremony for a while.

After Pym had tried to help, you asked Gawain to “Just cut the piece off that’s stuck.”

After some hesitation, the knight cut the fabric of the skirt and freed you.

Your poor intended had waited patiently for you in the forest.

Arthur was beside him, trying to get him to relax while also getting on his nerves.

Gawain placed you before Lancelot, and then went over to speak to the Fey elder who was asked to bless this joining.

Lancelot dropped his attention to the skirt of the stunning gown you wore “Your skirt is missing a piece.

“The forest stole it from me.” You deadpanned.

Gawain overheard it and offered an explanation “She got stuck on a bush.”

Part of him had feared his bride had run off into the night. But no, it was just the forest stalling you.

“Let’s hope it’s not a bad omen.” Arthur jested.

Lancelot paid him no mind, his gaze was moving over your form “It is not. Not even a magical forest will stop my wife from returning to me.”

He had sounded so certain and proud of the matter.

The Manblood did not stop his pestering just yet “She’s not your wife yet. She has to say ‘I do’ first.”

Both you and your soon-to-be husband gave him a side-eye.

Tristan and Iseult had arrived to the ceremony as well and Iseult scolded Arthur for teasing an already nervous Lancelot.

The Ash Man took you by the arm and steered you towards the knight and the Fey elder.

“If you have any doubts, now is your chance to speak.” He was quite nervous for what was to come.

You leaned into his side “I have none. And you?”

He was relieved to hear it “None.”

His fingers laced through yours, both now standing before the Fey elder.

The Tusk Elder’s hair had long since lost all colour and was now a bright white “Are you ready to proceed?”

The attention of all present turned to the elder and you.

Lancelot looked at you expectantly.

“We are ready.” You answered.

The elder politely asked “You may hand me the piece of rope or cloth for the handfasting.”

Panic washed over Lancelot’s face and soon it became apparent that the needed item was forgotten.

“Oh no…” Little Neia uttered.

Percival winced at the display, then the idea struck him. The boy rushed towards the Green Knight and pulled the piece the knight had cut off from your gown from where he had wrapped it around the pommel of his sword.

Hastily, Percival ran up to you and Lancelot “Will this work?”

The Ash Man took the piece of fabric and placed a hand on the boy’s shoulder “Well done, my boy.”

Lancelot ripped the piece in the middle and made it longer that way.

“Do you think the forest knew we forgot to bring something along?” You questioned out loud.

He gave a shallow nod “I believe so.”

The Elder was handed the piece of your gown, he looked at it curiously but snapped himself out of it “Take her hand, Ash Man.”

You held it up for him to take not a blink later and saw a couple of people try and hold back a chuckle.

Lancelot did as asked and took your hand in his.

The piece of linen was used to bind your hands together, uniting them.

The elder spoke “With the Hidden as our witnesses, I bind thee together by body and soul. Do you vow to respect this promise of love?”

You locked your eyes on those heavenly ones “I do.”

That boyish smile spread on his face “I swear it.”

The elder took a step back and concluded “You may now seal your promise of love.”

Gawain went ahead and tried to shield Percival’s eyes with his hand, using the other he tried to shield Neia’s, then chuckled when both children pried their eyes free from it.

They witnessed the sealing kiss between you and this time no ‘yucks’ were heard.

Under the starry night sky your joined life together began.

Many a night later, when Red Spear became the rightful queen of Camelot and took Arthur as her king, Lancelot was lifted to the status of king among the Fey.

Kaze, Tristan and Pym were all knighted by Gawain and Percival.

A new era for the Fey had begun, one where Manblood and Fey lived together in peace for the first time in centuries. Nature thrived, villages were rebuild and the economy flourished.

The removal of the Church’s power over the land and it’s people allowed them to grow far beyond the possibilities they had under the Church.

And you?

You became known as the Ashen Queen, carrying the legacy of the Ash Folk not only on your skin but also in the growing life in your womb.

A new era for the Fey and for the Ash Folk.

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Thor Odinson x Pregnant!Female!Reader: Where Gods Do Fear to Tread [Ch. 7]

Summary: You never imagined that shadow of death would be quite so dark.  

Challenge: “9 Months” challenge by crackleviolet on Lunaescence Archive – Bonus Three – Rape Pregnancy

Rating/Warnings/Tags: M (rape (not written out in detail, but the first chapter goes up to the event and the rest of the chapters deal with the fallout); assault and battery; abusive relationship; stalking; pregnancy resulting from rape; victim blaming insinuations from various characters; discussion of abortion; references to depression; references to rape kits; references to law procedures; references to restraining orders, some foul language; not Infinity War compliant; not Thor Ragnarok compliant; set post-Ant-Man and the Wasp; Hope & Reader friendship; the Pyms as Reader’s second family)

IMPORTANT NOTE: Thor is not the character involved in any of the awful things warned about above. Additionally, if there is anything you’d like me to add to the tag list, please let me know!

Pairings: Thor/Female!Reader; Scott/Hope; Hank/Janet; past!Male!OC/Reader

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Chapter 7: Surprise!

Night had fallen by the time you reentered your house after what seemed to be an endless day. Only the streetlamp on the distant sidewalk illuminated the ghostly shapes of sheet-covered furniture in your living room and the neat stacks of boxes that sat every few feet along your route. You did not bother to flick on an overhead light to illuminate the winding path. None were needed; the sound of conversation and the warm glow issuing from the one occupied room in your house sufficed to guide you safely to the kitchen.

"Sustenance has arrived!" Thor boomed as he followed you through the open door.

What had once been the most terrifying place in the world to you no longer had any room at all to contain fear. The dining room table had been pulled to the center of the tile, but even that could not contain all the people inside. Your usual four chairs couldn't either. Some people stood as a result. Some had pulled in chairs from other rooms. Everyone was there, however: Hank, Janet, Hope, Scott, and Cassie looked up at your arrival. The first rose to pull some of the pizza boxes from Thor's arms.

"It's about damn time," Hank grumped as he placed them on the counter by the sink and pulled one open. "The doorbell rang twenty minutes ago. We'll be lucky if anything's still warm."

"They still have a working oven if we need it, dear," Janet said.

"And if we do, I offer my apologies," said Thor, placing the remaining boxes near the oven. "The delivery man is an Avengers fan. [Name] and I had to convince him to take money in exchange for his goods and services."

"Wait. You're telling me people give you guys free stuff?" asked Scott.

"They often try. Of course, it is improper for heroes such as ourselves to accept such lavish gifts."

"Wow."

Scott's awed tone caused Hope to roll her eyes at you behind his back. You couldn't exactly blame her. Thor could easily afford to reject free food from his admirers when it wasn't his money being spent. He probably didn't even know what an American twenty-dollar bill looked like. Since the last thing you wanted was to get Hank started on a rant about Tony Stark's refusal to pay Avengers like employees, though, you kept your mouth shut and joined the line for dinner.

A tickling at your side made you look up. Now Hope stood right next to you.

"Just how many pictures did he insist on before he left?" she asked, voice low enough to go unheard above Hank and Thor's continued quarrel.

"Too many," you said tiredly.

"Poor thing. Your ankles must be killing you."

"They're not feeling great."

She took you by the shoulders and forcibly turned you toward the table. "Go sit down. I'll bring your food over."

You couldn't muster up any energy to argue with her. Bobbing up and down like a half-deflated balloon, you dragged your swollen body over to one of the now-empty kitchen chairs. There you collapsed, grateful to have just a moment to rest. Packing up your entire house in one day would have been a tall order when you weren’t in your final trimester—not that any of your friends had let you do much of anything since you were. How you could be so exhausted after so little work, you had no idea. And yet you were that exhausted. Somehow you must have fallen asleep in the midst of all the commotion. A hand on your shoulder had you starting awake only a few minutes later.

“It’s just me,” said Hope. “I brought you some food.”

In fact, she had. She slid a plate with three slices of your favorite pizza in front of you. Forgetting that you’d hardly done anything that day demanding that level of caloric intake, you snatched up the first slice and stuffed half of it in your mouth before Hope could sit down next to you. “I’m glad to see you’ve still got your appetite after everything that’s been going on,” she said.

“Indeed! My [Name] must keep her strength up for her upcoming labor!”

Thor sat down on your other side just in time to put his own two cents into the conversation. His own plate overflowed with pizza. He must have had the equivalent of at least one entire pie stacked there. Well, you’d ordered as much as you had partially because you knew how much food Thor could put away. You also knew he’d try to get you to eat some of it as well. When the doctor said you were eating for two, Thor took that comment seriously—and Asgardian babies, apparently, needed a lot of sustenance.

Cassie trotted over to one of the vacant chairs. As soon as she spotted Thor’s mountain of food, her eyes grew huge. “Woah! Is that how you became so mighty? If I eat that much pizza, will I be mighty, too?”

“You’ll probably get pretty big, Peanut,” her father said as he, too, joined your group at the table. “But I don’t think pizza will make you strong.”

“Pizza is not the necessary ingredient, little one! I am sure you already mighty for your size. If you keep working, one day you could even be worthy enough to pick up my hammer.” Thor gestured at the nearby corner. There sat Mjolnir, safely out of the way of anyone’s path.

Her eyes went even wider. “But pizza won’t make me less worthy?” “Eat as much pizza as your heart desires. Why, I eat pizza regularly and remain worthy to this day!”

Cassie grinned. Then she dove into her own meal. You noticed, however, that she kept watching Thor, and seemed to be doing her best to keep up with him as he ate.

For a little while, no one spoke. The entire group focused more on eating than on talking. It had been a long, busy day. You didn’t appreciate this moment of respite as much at the first. All the quiet served to remind you that this sort of gathering would never happen again, or at least if it did, it wouldn’t be the same. All of a sudden, you weren’t ready to face that. Every person you cared about sat in your kitchen that night. In a few days’ time, you’d be eating your meals with Thor’s friends, who, while undoubtedly good people, weren’t your friends. Only now had it really occurred to you that in leaving this house, you weren’t only giving up your beloved gardens and a job you didn’t care for much to begin with.

“Hey, [Name],” Cassie’s voice interrupted your gloomy thoughts. “You’ll be back for my soccer finals, right? We just made the playoffs yesterday!”

Hope didn’t give you a chance to answer yourself. She took Cassie’s nearest hand in hers and said, “It’s going to be hard for [Name] to travel until she has the baby.”

Cassie looked at you, crestfallen. “But you’re traveling to New York this weekend.”

“That sort of travel can’t be helped,” said Hope.

“If I can be there for your tournament, I will,” you assured Cassie, then added at Hope’s stern look, “I’ve been assured that the Bifrost is perfectly safe for unborn babies. As long as I’m not actually in labor when I use it, I should be fine.”

“So long as Kevin does not attempt to attend the event as well,” Thor said.

Hank, standing over by the sink with his wife, snorted. “Trust me. If that jackass dares to get anywhere within my line of sight, he’ll regret it.”

“Thank you, Dr. Pym.”

The sincerity in Thor’s voiced only made Hank shrug awkwardly. He wouldn’t meet Thor’s eyes or yours.

Janet stroked his shoulder. “You’re going to miss, [Name], aren’t you? We’re all going to.” She looked over at you. “You’re part of the family.”

Those words were like a dagger to your heart. Tears filled your eyes as you slowly rose to your aching feet and made your way over to where she and Hank stood. Still avoiding looking directly at you, the latter removed his glasses and sniffed. Another jolt in your stomach accompanied your realization that Hank’s eyes were wet, too.

“Hank, I’ll be back,” you said.

“Sure you will. That’s why you’re moving all the way across the country.”

“I’m moving all the way across the country because of Kevin.”

“No, you’re moving to be with the Avengers. You don’t trust us to keep you safe.”

You could have laughed at that, had there not been a gigantic, Thor-sized frog in your throat. “Hank, you’re retired. You’ve just got Janet and Hope back. I don’t want you wasting your time keeping me safe when there’s an AI in New York that can make sure I never see Kevin again.”

“She’s right, darling,” said Janet. “And you’ll come visit us, won’t you, [Name]? After all the dust has settled?”

“Of course I will. Janet’s right, Hank. You all are my family. And this little guy is going to want to see his grandparents.”

Through you fully anticipated a pause after this announcement, you had not expected it to be quite so long and thorough. Every single mouth in the room gaped at you—except for Thor’s, obviously. He’d known you were going to tell everyone about your plans this evening from the beginning.

“Grandparents?” Hank croaked.

“That’s right. Thor and I went to see the doctor this week for an ultrasound. I’m having a boy. We’ve decided to keep him and raise him as ours.”

“Kevin,” Thor said, “will have nothing to do with the baby. That is also one of the reasons for our moving. Though [Name] prevailed in obtaining protection from the court, that protection is only a piece of paper. We want to ensure the child will never have contact with Kevin.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful, [Name]! Congratulations!” Janet threw her arms around you.

Hank still seemed too stunned to speak. In the vacuum of his shock, Scott, Hope, and Cassie came over to the sink as well to offer congratulations and hugs.

“I was hoping you’d be his godmother,” you told Hope when she released you.

She didn’t answer. Her eyes flooded with tears to match your own, and then she swept you up in another hug even longer than the last. This embrace only came to an end when Cassie said:

“Does this mean I’m getting a baby brother?”

Hope laughed wetly before turning to the little girl. “Not quite.”

“More like a baby cousin,” said Scott.

“Can I teach him how to play soccer?” Cassie asked.

“Once he’s old enough,” you answered.

“When’s that?”

You opened your mouth to tell not for a few years at least (no matter what Thor might say to the contrary) when Hank straightened and took a step in your direction.

Hope let you go.

“[Name],” Hank began.

He didn’t need to finish. Not wanting to lose your nerve, you wrapped your arms around him, paused, and kissed him on the cheek.

“Thank you, Hank,” you said as you let go of him.

“Harrumph,” he replied. “I’ll never forgive Kevin for what he did to you. But if you’re willing to move on and make the best of a bad situation, well, so am I.” Then he smiled. “You better bring that kid to see me all the time. Don’t you go letting Tony Stark fill his head with the wrong ideas.”

“I promise.”

You and Hank might have continued to smile tearfully at one another for another twenty minutes—or at least until you couldn’t bear standing up any longer—had Janet not suddenly squealed:

“Group hug! Group hug!”

“Wha—”

Too late! Janet interrupted Hank’s protest by way of squishing him between you and herself. Then Hope joined in, followed by Scott, then Cassie, and finally Thor, who practically lifted the whole group into the air together in his enthusiasm to participate.

“Would you kindly put me down?” Hank snapped.

Everyone laughed. Thor obliged as far as placing Hank’s feet back on the ground, but he didn’t let him go.

Warm and held at the very center of the throng, you felt only happiness and relief. No one hated you for your decision to keep the baby. Kevin would never bother you again. And most importantly of all: You weren’t really giving up anything in leaving San Francisco. All you were doing was gaining more time with Thor, and perhaps a few new friends along the way. Heaven knew you’d need a lot to get through the coming years. Fortunately, you knew the Pyms would always be there for you, and Scott and Cassie, no matter how much Thor or Tony Stark they had to endure.