#howard stark x oc

[jackiequick]

What If Bucky Barnes saved a life that day? | MARVEL Fanfic

Pairing: Jason Grey Underwood & James ‘Bucky’ Barnes

Setting: Flashback to December 16, 1991

Summary: It was a old winter night when a crash happened that would swirl the weekend for a world wind, as both eyes met in the chaos of it all. Becoming a interesting sight of secretive events. An old memory coming back to life?

Characters mentioned: Howard Stark, Maira Stark, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Elizabeth Stark, Daniel Sousa and Peggy Carter

Marvel Au fanfic

Warning: Angsty fic with some fluff

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Gravel crunches under the tires of the Rolls Royce as it trundles up the country road. The Winter Soldier peers through the scope and adjusts his grip, his finger ghosting over the trigger. He's been in position for hours, has watched his targets for over two weeks before this. He knows their routine.

Inside the car sat Howard driving as Maria chatted on the phone with Peggy and Jason trying to figure out a way to nap quietly. Tony was at home he refused to go and stay with his godmother Peggy Carter instead.

This is the first day of a long weekend in the Stark Family country estate. They were meant to meet some people there in the upcoming weeks.

But no one will think to look for them until at least Monday.

The Soldier takes careful aim. If he misses, he will have to eliminate his targets individually. This is much cleaner.

He fires.

With the silencer, the shot is noiseless, but the blown tire is not.

The expensive Rolls Royce had been on the final turn before a wide country driveway. It skids onto the soft shoulder, and flips on its side to slide down a steep ravine. Having the family gasping for air, shielding themselves for comfort and deeply coughing as the car takes a spinal shock.

Screaming and yelling were silence soon enough. Groans can be heard from Jason squeezing his eyes shut as a trickle of blood ran down his forehead and a few shards of glass scarred around him, his pain increased. He felt dizzy, nasty feeling twirling in his stomach and his airways feeling like they shut down for a moment.

Snapping in and out of consciousness at whimpering and soft yelling he recognized. However you could’ve sworn he was dead by his chest not puffing.

Carefully, the Soldier packs away his rifle and makes his way down the slope, dragging piles of dry brush behind him. No one will see the wreckage from the roadway.

The Soldier sees that the woman has been ejected from her seat. Maria Stark. She is dead. He mentally crosses her off his list.

Ripping away the car door from its hinges, he peers inside. Howard Stark trickle of blood coming from the corner of his mouth waking up in soft mumbling, alerting the others in the car.

Howard Stark opens his eyes, glances over an somewhat conscious Jason as he looks at the Soldier. There is no anger or fear in his gaze -- but something else. Something that gives the Soldier pause. This is not an expression he has seen from his targets before.

Jason’s eyes flickering open falling onto the Howard, before looking at The Solider in pain, trying to search for his gun under his seat.

He locked eyes with the Solider seeing right into his soul. His steel blue eyes deep in an unknown word he can’t trace. The pain behind the lifeless face he gave, pausing at their actions. He doesn’t pull his gun on him, one bit. It was unspoken line between both parties.

"Bucky," Howard muttered. His hands fumbling weakly at his seatbelt, but his gaze is unfocused and vague. Dying, Jason knows it. But he hears his friend say, "Don’t hurt my son if he’s next…”

The word rattles around in the Soldier's head for a few moments without purchase. Jason waits for him to make a move, trying to figure out what happened that his last breath hasn’t come. But nothing.

Howard however takes a battling breath, then his shoulders lower. He dies with his eyes half open.

His attention snaps back at his words, knowing he meant every word as Jason weakly kicked open the door. The Solider finished the job for him tugging him out of the car, scooping up the blondes hand in his. Both men locked eyes once again, confused about the quick actions.

He could snap his neck, pull a gun on him or something.

In the Soldier's pocket is a lighter -- the authorities will assume the fire sparked from the car crash and caught dry brush. The flames will cleanse all evidence he was here.

Bucky... don’t hurt my son if he’s next..

Finish the assignment, the Soldier thinks. However a part of himself couldn’t murder the blonde. He didn’t have it in him to do it. None of them would know. He wondered why the man didn’t say a word to him yet, just staring at him a glint of trouble in his eyes as he felt his hand.

Jason just he recognizes those blue eyes, allowing the man to grab his bicep now as the other was occupied by a handheld gun trying to comprehend why he wasn’t dead yet. Then it hit him, his target included him in the flesh with the dog tags around his neck or at least his wristwatch, for extra evidence of his job being completed.

His eyes wet as all he could do was follow the instructions the Solider—Bucky—gave him. Then he turns and walks into the forest with him. The Solider’s work is not complete. He will be expected to end him.

It's only then he realizes he doesn't want to. His memories felt like they were split in two when they reached a hotel. Jason told him before entering that they will need to straighten up they’re hair and clothes, coming up with a cover story to tell the recipients. Bucky refused to comment on the request but eventually gave in.

An odd couple who needed to stay the night and thankfully she brought it.

Once entering the hotel room, Bucky finally let go of his bicep not realizing he might’ve left a bruised on the blonde. The room was somewhat cozy with beds, the lights were deemed reasonable, tiny kitchen, table with chairs and a bathroom. His eyes flicker titled his heads getting a better look at the man who sat down in one of the chairs.

It rattled Bucky’s brain at the moment seeing him again in full lighting, having not seen him in the longest time. He hasn’t aged a day! It pained him as he watched his movements, trying to remember the night they met. It came in patches across the entire trip here. The memories.

That night and the morning afterwards. It stunning. His smile and glimpse of joy in his eyes.

Everyone dressed in their finest whites and browns laughing teasing one another across the room. But Bucky’s eyes stayed that weekend on the blonde man chuckling with his buddies sharing a beer. With Howard Stark.

His pals were having fun. So, all he wanted was some alone time with the man, ready to enjoy himself and he did.

His voice brought him back to the present day.

“You can take a seat, you know? Get comfortable. I’m not your handler or anything. You took me as your hostage tonight. And for what, Bucky?” He said, his tone was calming but slightly bruised feelings. Tired and hurt.

“Okay..” Bucky replies softly taking a seat, unzipping his suit a bit to allow himself to breathe, “…my mission seems to not be complete. I was expecting to end everyone in that car.”

“So why didn’t you? For the last half hour I have been trying to comprehend why you did pull the gun on me? We were in the forest, you could’ve done it..”

“Because I couldn’t. The look in both of your eyes…I didn’t’ want to. Why didn’t you defend yourself, hmm? The whole time you were silent.”

“I couldn’t defend myself assuming your actions, so I waited for you to make your decision. Now your keeping me safe, why?”

“I don’t know..”

“Yes you do. You don’t remember right? But when my—Howard said your name…you paused. I saw a look in your eyes, you regret it. You heard what he said about his son and you paused. Then looked at me.”

They locked eyes again. Jason hitched a breath, his eyes scanning every feature his face. The look of confused as if he wanted to admit something but couldn’t due to his orders. But he didn’t need to know why he murdered, the only other man to look at with such kindness and the women who took him into her heart with so much love.

The dead know everything. He would just have to accept that one day, but that didn’t mean he decided to not get a swing at Bucky for his actions. He just needed some satisfaction, some answer. By the second swing to the face, his body crumbled in pain from accident. The brunette guided him back to his seat holding his wrist.

He glared feeling weak as he looked up at Bucky again. Some urgency in his face to tell him. Both men knew it. It was silent. It was only then Bucky’s mouth opened and shut, hesitate to say it even though both men knew it all too well. He remembers all of it.

~~~~~

Hours came and went. Jason went on to take a shower after Bucky did. It was a kind offer. It was his only time to actually think.

He was flabbergasted at the sight standing underneath the water that fit his face. In that room held the face of the man he didn’t expect to see. He remember it all too well.

That weekend after that mission, he just met Howard thinking he would never see that man ever again in his life. But he was very wrong! Jason had tears in his eyes missing him so badly, the smell of his cologne still in his nose.

He remembered Howard and him being brought up to a bar. The 107th and 106th gang was there. He was talking with his buddies, along with Howard who was more interested in the bartender. She was hot.

But his eyes fell onto the one of prettiest brunette around. Sergeant Barnes.

Hell he would’ve dated him.

Honestly Jason always had a thing for brunettes since he had Howard and Violet but he loved Angie more than his life itself. As well as his darling Maria, he loved her so much.

Damn the respect people, including himself had for that man.

He remembered both men chatting afterwards enjoying each other’s company. Laughing and teasing one another every once in a while. He looked at him with such kindness and respect. It felt good.

Then he remembered the words that kickstarted the rest of the night and morning after.

Hey, Barnes stole a jeep! Yelled Howard so loudly half of bar heard it.

Next thing he remembered was all three of them riding across the streets, dropping the genius off once he saw the bartender from earlier clocked out, leading him and Barnes alone. The two rode off into the night, passing through street lights and stores glancing over at each other every so often. It felt like a breath of fresh air, laughing the whole time.

They talked about life after the way, family they were waiting for them, and hopefully new opportunities to take upon once it all over. Seeing each other again and heading to vacation for a while. He asked Bucky if he had a lady waiting for him at home and his response was a simple no. Jason remembered his eyes perk up hearing that teasing him on any lady would love to have him.

He remembered the jeep coming to a stop near a park bench on a high hill. Nobody around, just pure sliver dollar silence as the cloudy skies cleared up to reveal the moon and stars. The smell of the flowers and air as he followed the brunette up the hill, sliding over to seat next to him at the benchmark and nice autumn breeze that blew past them.

The way Bucky teased him asking if he had a chance with a girl. His reply was a honest, ‘No, i don’t know if i will settle anytime soon.’

‘Why not?’ Was his response with a smile.

‘I feel like I forgot what normal is meant to be.’

‘I get that. I feel like I didn’t really know how to live before.’

‘Hmm. Maybe, we shouldn’t settle for normal.’

The next morning. It was a sight to see. The sun was coming up, the orange light turned the field into liquid gold shining down on both men. Bucky’s head rested on his shoulder as his hand placed on his shoulder snoring softy. His own head nuzzled against the brunette humming in his sleep, waking up as the sun hit his eyes.

Jason smiled at the memories.

Since it was weekend full with sightseeing, training with his pal and meeting new ones. Sneaking off with Bucky and Howard to the stores then heading off to the restaurants for a quick bite. It was a delightful surprise how comfortable he felt about Barnes, the sweet warm in his eyes and the charming smile that he portrayed everywhere they went.

———

But now in that very room sat the brunette with longer hair, deep blue eyes and a body language that said an unknown things. He barley cracked smiled however he remembered it all. The memories that were made and he actions he took.

To anyone who knew Bucky Barnes, would say he was a bit of a distant distraction from the normal life. He dated plenty of men and women in his time. Always had a thing for people with a respectable background. Something he would come to apparently appreciate in the future.

His mind flew back to that weekend with Underwood. The laughter they shared, the drinks, the running from the bar onto the jeep that night and the hopes to see one another again.

Bucky even gave the man his number and a cheeky wink before he took off to return fight the war.

But he didn’t get the chance to call him. Or even received a phone call since he fell off that train…

The last thing he remembered before waking up to that laboratory full of scientists was dreaming about that weekend. That smile and laughter that escaped Jason’s lips. The grin he gave everyone and the wink he returned to the night.

God! If he wasn’t in this situation, he would run over to the blonde and tell him everything he knew.

But he couldn’t. He shouldn’t. He spared his heart by letting him live.

Bucky Barnes cared way too much to murder the man who gave him, a lifetime of memories.

He felt stupid.

But he shouldn’t. He deserved to smile. To see the man he cared for again.

“Bucky..?” Asked the blonde, coming out of the shower with wet hair and a white t-shirt giving him, a gentle smile.

“Hmm.” He responded, sucking a breath flickering his eyesight towards him.

“What’s going on that pretty little head of yours? You can tell me..”

“I um..you won’t like what you hear…i can’t..sorry.”

“I can tell enough. Your working for the other side against your will..you’ve been manipulated by them. I don’t know why you killed my..doesn’t matter.”

“…did you love ‘em?”

“Yeah..with all my heart..”

“I’m sorry..I’m so sorry.”

Bucky stood up, he wanted to run. He tried to escape the room, his hand was on doorknob as his voice hitched. He was tired. Annoyed. Sad. Hurt. He looked over his shoulder to look back at the blonde.

The kindness in his eyes. He paused, letting go on the handle as he turned around to face the man. His head dropped in sorrow, facing the floor as he felt light fingertips crawl up his chin, lifting his head to meet the green eyes. Bucky wouldn’t admit it but he missed the starving touch of someone’s warmth against his cold face.

That comforting gaze that would soften his cheeks.

His blue eyes met the green eyes once again. He wanted to let his shoulders fall but he feared it would show weakness. He wanted to let out a sob, but he feared he would let his guard down. But he wasn’t with anyone who would hurt him.

He hoped that Jason wouldn’t try to hurt him, yeah sure he killed his friend however, he could see something else in his face. Sorrow and compassion. Comfort. He was in a vulnerable position.

They both were.

Jason didn’t think he would admit the words that slipped his lips but they did.

“I’m not gonna hurt..i can’t blame you for what you did. It wasn’t your fault. You hear me Bucky? It wasn’t your fault...i just missed your voice..i wish i gotten your call..” The blonde admitted with a soft gaze.

He needed to hear those words.

The brunette shoulders finally fell as his guard fell down, tears slowly shaking down his cheeks. He wouldn’t expect forgiveness for what he did, but he gotten caught up in a tingled mess. Bucky’s head fell onto Jason’s shoulder as the blonde run a hand across his back, whispering softly to his ear that he wasn’t his fault.

Never was his fault. It was a guilt they would be have to carryover until the end of time.

He’s not the villain here, he’s the victim of a crime scene. He didn’t want to do it, but he knew the whole mission had to be done.

And now, here he stood in the arms of the man who showed him some kind of love. Compassion. Reassuring words. Kindness towards him after all the mistakes he did.

He wasn’t in stupid Russia. He was in the arms of someone who treated him like a human. Not a weapon to be experienced with.

“I missed you so many times…” Jason told him, his feelings were hurt but his heart was beating quickly for the brunette in front of him.

Feeling that reached up to the surface again after years of forgetting that heartbreak. It was a weakness inside him, when he looked at someone like Bucky Barnes.

Love? Was it some kind of love? Lust?

Possibly. It was a single weekend they both shared but it felt good. Freeing from the issues the world has been facing. A war.

Bucky eyes were pooled as a sob reckoned his body, he crumbled into Jason’s arms. He remembers the warmth and kindness theses are showed him that late night.

All he wanted now, was to faced him and beg for the blonde to help him with the hidden wound he tried to patch up eariler but failed to do so. However he knew he didn’t need to beg for help, he was already getting it. He was allowed to let his guard down for once in a long time.

It felt good, real good.

“J..JJ..I’m sorry.. I’m so sorry for what I did.” Bucky admitted with a chocked sob, “I didn’t expect to see you again after all theses years..and I have to return back soon…but I don’t want to..”

“I know you don’t…I know you have to return but when you do, I want to know that you survived so long and I’m proud of you. You did the hard part and one day you will get a better break..” Jason told him, trying to find the words to express how he felt.

“When..?”

“I don’t know when or how you will get a chance to breathe again but you will Bucky, all I could hope is for you to be happy one day...and for now, I’m going to give you one.”

“Huh? JJ I can’t let you do that..I’m already in so much trouble soon..”

“Let me fix your wound..like I used to?”

“I’ll like that…uh, are you okay?”

“I will be..”

Jason gently guided Bucky to the edge of the bed, waiting for him remove his jacket so he saw the badly cleaned wound. He found a first aid kit and started to clean it correctly, with such ease and gentleness asking if it stings every so often. Bucky started to smile down at the blonde who cleaned his wounds. He noticed the cuts and bruises on his face and arms.

Bucky winced as he softly muttered, “Sorry…”

“Don’t be..I’ve been though worse.” Jason said with a soft smile.

“You got better at this..”

“Yeah well, with the plenty of injuries I kinda had to..”

“You’ve been injured before?”

“Fights and missions in my own line of business..”

“How are you still alive?”

“Same as you, my body is frozen in time. But that’s a story for another time…”

“…are you uh, married? Kids?”

“Oh? Um, no. I couldn’t find anyone who could deal with my burdens. I mean I loved and lost before but i wouldn’t want anyone to suffer a lie that isn’t theirs..”

“Do i wanna ask?”

“I think it’s best not to. I mean, I’m not asking for anything about your line of work or lifestyle. We don’t need to talk about it.”

“Where are you going after this?”

“I uh, don’t know yet..I need to keep the wounds on and build another cover story. But I’ll figure it out later..”

“And now?”

This time, Jason looked up with a soft smile once he finished cleaning and patching him up correctly, as he shrugged. His green eyes burden so much hurt, love and confusion that carried so much depth behind that. Bucky would’ve loved to take that away, anyone would have given him a chance to breath during this time.

He doesn’t know what he did to describe or even deserve this one thing from him.

But sure as hell he was grateful for it.

“Do you ever…wonder what life would’ve been like if none of this ever…uh..um, happened?” Bucky asked, sounding kinda stupid the way his words slurred, “.. I would’ve loved to hang out with our buddies a lot more and date around..”

“Well I would’ve been married, with a kid or two..we would’ve lived closed by to your house..” Jason said with a small smile taking a few pauses as he thought, “…maybe you and me would sneak off for a night at the bar..”

“…I would’ve married Dot..god I loved her..and you would’ve gotten Angie..that was her name, right? I remember her eyeing you a lot..”

“Yeah, Angie Martinelli..I loved her way before I knew she would’ve been friends with Peggy Carter..but times change.”

“You haven’t..”

“You can say that…”

“What about us? If I wasn’t Hydra…where d-did you work after the war?”

“Uh, the SSR..now it’s SHIELD..you would’ve loved it. Hell, I think you would’ve loved Elizabeth.”

A smile crept up Bucky’s lips at the reminder of Elizabeth Stark’s name.

She was smart, sweet as candy, gorgeous, a wildcard and a total badass in his eyes. He got flashes of her face and the moment they met after he was rescued by the others. She was one of the most beautiful and kindness ladies he ever met, greeting each other with so much respect.

She teased him about a dates and he gave her his number. As they were spending night just chatting on the phone at hotels and campsites available for calls. He remembered promising another date before the war ended.

But never did live up to that promise. He hoped she was alright.

Jason noticed the look on his face and gave him a gentle smile, “Hey..it’s alright. We all miss her.. and i know you did the best you could do with the time we had in the war..”

“I know..I know..sometimes I wish I didn’t fall into the woods and that I held onto that railing…but it wasn’t my intention for any of it..it never was. I had a clear goal that day and it got turned into something else…I’m sorry for everything..” Bucky admitted looking down for a moment.

“It wasn’t your fault, okay? None of us could’ve predicted any of this to happen to our lives..but we are surviving and that’s all we can do..”

“I can only imagine what you’ve seen and been though over all theses years..”

“Don’t worry about me..I can handle it…or so I hope I can….what else do you remember?”

“A lot of it..sometimes it comes in flashes..”

“Such as?”

“…this blonde haired man..tall..blue eyes..”

“Ohh..”

“There was a old knock off comic book, I saw it a few days ago…Captain America, I think it is was?”

“Yeah, a lot of countries and states still sell them…and? You remember anything..?”

“I um..I know him, I think i do? I know I do…who is he?..Rogers…”

“...he was your best friend, Bucky…Steve Rogers.”

The name rattled in Bucky’s brain for a few short minutes as he stayed silent. Searching his eyes waiting for a sign as he stayed biting his bottom lip, sniffling trying to remember.

He remembers it. The face, the name, and the sound of his voice.

His best friend til the end of the line…

Jason took out his wallet, rummaging though the brown leather until he pulled out a small picture. A tiny one of the night at the bar that a photographer grabbed. He handed it to Bucky, as his fingers crossed the old photograph as his eyesight got blurry. Fresh tears came rolling in.

“Steve.” The brunette muttered, as the flashes of memories came back better than ever, like someone clicked the undo button.

“You have this?” Bucky asked mumbling about the picture in his hand.

Jason nods, “I like to keep old photographs in my wallet..that one was supposed to be for Peggy, uh Carter, to keep..she wanted it framed.”

“He looks..i look..oh god Steve..how could i—? How could I forget his face of all people?”

“It’s not your fault. HYDRA..they did it. They don’t want you to remember of this, because they know something might happen..”

“…did they ever take you..?”

“They tried. Once. In the 40s, a lot of Russian men and women. They kidnapped me during a mission..they almost wiped my mind..i mean, they kinda did..”

“..you don’t remember a lot either?”

“Some memories came and went..just like you, the situation it feels a little fuzzy. But I’m okay. We’re both okay…do you remember anything about Steve?”

“I remember a lot..before and after the war when i fell, I remember the memories of him..”

Bucky had a look in his eyes as if he’s reliving a memory. He let out a light chuckle and sniffled, “..he’s a little punk. I told him to not do anything stupid…”

Jason just watched Bucky in that moment. He didn’t say a word. Just listen to him as he mumbled and muttered softly with a light smile at his memories. A look in his eyes seemed to return as he watch him.

Some lightning of gentle glee in the brunette’s eyes as he talked, running his fingers crossed his long brown hair and catching the other man’s eyes every now and then.

“..do you remember your full name..?” The blonde asked softly, after being silent for so long leaning against the bed.

“Mhmm…more or less..i don’t like it..” The brunette admitted, matching his soft tone.

“..James Barnes..I always liked Bucky better..”

“..i think i was a good friend, right? I was good enough that it became my nickname..?”

“Well, I remember you did say that Steve gave you that nickname when you were kids..so i think you were a great friend..”

“..and was i good to you?..am i good to you?”

“What do you think?”

“..i think i was good to you?..i hurt you though..i hurt a lot of people’s feelings..i know it..”

“It wasn’t you. I can’t blame you, for hurting me or those people..”

“..why are you so good..to me? The world has been cruel to me..”

The blonde gave him a small smile, tugging some hair out of his face for a second and let out of a breath before standing up. Jason knew why he was good to Bucky Barnes. The world is a cruel place fulled with cruel people and niceness isn’t something everyone gets. He should know.

In his eyes, the brunette deserves some kindness and attention after everything.

“The world is cruel and hard and if it sees any bit of light..it will crushes it. And you deserve a chance to feel cared for, not be seen as a weapon. Or an experiment..” Jason said with a soft gaze.

His words meant more than he lead on.

“It sounds like your talking from experience..” Bucky replies, fumbling with his sleeves.

“I sorta am. And how i seen it, your more than what they made you to be.”

“You know…your the only thing that makes sense right now to me..thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

———

The rest of the night went as follows. The silence of fallen snow along with the sound of plates clanging together then dropped into the small sink. They were able to get food and water from the hotel, and able to find some form of entertainment on TV.

Hell, they found some extra clothing left in a closet to borrow for some time.

Both of them stayed in comfortable silence, giving all smiles and having conversations.

It was late. Very late into the night when tiredness started to take fold. It was mostly Jason who was tired, trying to nurse a tiny headache meanwhile Bucky was just resting his head on a pillow.

“You should rest..” Bucky said softly, resting his head against his curled in arms.

“You first.” Jason replied with a soft tease in his voice, looking over his shoulder.

“Hilarious..at least take a nap.”

“I’m fine..”

“What’s wrong?”

“Should i be the one to ask you that?”

“Jason. What’s going on?”

“..how can i rest knowing what i know now..? I’m not mad about anything, just sad and tired..surprised.”

“Why?”

“It’s Christmas time, Bucky. I lost a lot my friend beforehand..my nephew hates his father..and some others are god knows where..”

“..i’m sorry. It’s my fault your gone..they’re gone.”

“No it’s not..our Christmas was already a messy one, before you showed up..no one really cares about the holiday too much anymore.”

“So i sorta saved your Christmas?”

“I guess you did.”

Both men let out a small chuckle at the last comment. It was the holiday season and here they are in the mist of it all, hiding out til morning or early afternoon. It wasn’t so bad, per say since they weren’t alone in the slightest bit but they would’ve liked it to be in better circumstances. Jason knew he wasn’t gonna enjoy this holiday season as much as he used to, and seeing Bucky was a surprise to say the least.

But a serious secret he would have to keep, like other things he kept secret from the world.

He knew he would have to return back home soon, change his whole identity once again and transfer any information onto new documents, like he did every December reach the end of a decade.

Bucky watched him, move across the room to reach forward and grab a few dusty books from the small group of shelves. It confused Bucky onto what he was he doing, seeing the man pick up a napkin and a pencil. He watched him scramble and scribble onto the napkin, crossing things down as he went. He justified his own actions against the questions he had, leaning over to get a closer look at the actions Jason silently took.

It made him wonder how much times he did this in pure silence as the TV played as background noise. His bets were 15 times a day, once every couple of months? He saw titles of different types being scripted on the napkin, but it wasn’t clear to him because of subtle it was written, where it look like a small riddle or rhyme in a children’s book.

He watched Jason pick up on the paused that he made, looking over at the TV Christmas movie that was set up on the screen.

“What aren’t you telling me?” Bucky muttered, turning the volume of the movie up to an 8.

“Hm?” Jason answered, resting book against the bedside table.

“The napkin. The books. You look like a mad man.”

“Hilarious, Barnes. I’m just tinkering with something, a new theme..”

“N-new theme?”

“Uh, new alias, I guess..”

“Walk me through this, for I can understand what you mean..because I think I get it.”

“You were sent to murder Mr and Mrs. Stark, not knowing they would have an extra passenger seated in the back, right?”

“HYDRA assumed that Stark would have a party or something following him to his drive but they didn’t confirm that being the case. They want anyone who was in the car, as witnesses or something to be dead..you were there.”

“Exactly. I was there, they didn’t even bother to confirm if Stark would have another passenger there like his son or his best friends. But they want evidence of the murder, you shot the sirens and cameras right?”

Bucky gave him a look as if he was stupid or something, of course he shot the cameras. Jason cleared his throat after that look he received, getting his answer. That was also when Bucky realized what he means and where he’s getting at. A new cover story, an alias and everything after tonight. It made him wonder how many times has he done this routine before.

Bucky sighed, “I see what you’re doing. I get it, I do and you won’t tell me anything about the alias to keep you safe..for HYDRA doesn’t ask me question, they might as well wipe my mind after this mission is over..”

“Hm, yeah. I’ve done this before and I’ll do it a million times over.” Jason repiled, handing the brunette an old school pin from his jacket marked with dried up blood and sighed, “This is mine.”

“What the hell is this?”

“Old school SSR pin, every single agent had one. Howard had copy in his jacket pocket that you didn’t take, they won’t know the difference between the signs of the pin, that’s your evidence.”

“Ja-I can’t take it. It’s yours..it’s evidence but still..”

“They might want evidence, Bucky. I won’t need it, not where I’m going. I have everything else at home..I’m glad Howard died with his pin in his pocket, it meant he created everything he could for the organization’s future and I would have to return back to SHIELD without mine..”

“You’re an idiot. They will know you don’t have yours, won’t they?”

He shook his head this time, he had that one covered. With all the years he lived, he made sure he had a copy of everything he could possibly own and could be used for travel tucked away in a small area at his house. Certain items stayed within that box and others were thrown away, to not stir any controversy over him. Jason wasn’t that stupid.

It made Bucky wonder however, if he didn’t murder Jason Underwood allegedly since it seemed like that name died for the public a long time ago, then what alias did he take down within that flamed car earlier? It was better he didn’t know that particular name until later, when asked. He just nodded instead with a soft sigh.

The rest of the night was spend a rather sleepless one, due to Bucky wondering and reloading his equipment, packing up everything needed to return back to work soon. Meanwhile Jason stayed sat on the bed, trying to rematch up his own wounds and rewrite in his mind the way to get back home without any deep questions. His cover was the easiest part, he was badly hurt which was truth and wasn’t thinking straight due to having an unlimited amount of time.

His mind ran across to only responsive person he knew who would grab him what was needed was Daniel Sousa, no questions asked, without Peggy on his back door for too long pondering what happened.

Bucky was half asleep, his head rested on the pillow with a soft smile watching the blonde chuckling softly to himself. Jason was resting in his bed with his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling humming a soft tune as his eyes glanced over at the brunette who was staring right at him. His piercing blue eyes connected with his green ones in a shimmer of the bedroom lights. If it wasn’t for the night he wouldn’t have blushed more easily as he should have.

“What? Can’t find the confidence to look me in the eyes, Underwood?” Bucky said with a grin, chuckling as he let out a sigh he didn’t realize he was holding. He might as well be flirting.

“Watch it, Barnes. Last person who looked at me that way, i ended up on a hill in France.” Jason added shaking his head, returning the effortlessly warm grin.

“Ohh who was the lucky one?”

“You know who. For someone who just finished a murder mission, you’re awfully flirty with me.”

“I didn’t want to do it..you know that. It’s just seeing you all relax..makes me forget about everything, you know?”

“I know..despite that whole look of yours, I’m actually digging the number you’re wearing..it’s stupid..I’m delusional.”

“If you’re delusional then I’m sure as gone.”

The two of them softly chuckled.

Jason softly smiled, “Hey.”

“Hm?” Bucky replied staring back at him again.

“You look..good.”

“I uh..I feel good.”

They shift in their respective positions, rolling over in bed to face the other person in a more comfortable manner. Despite all the stress and frustration that they feel about tonight, the moment they looked at each other’s faces, it all melted away.

Hydra, being on the run, Shield, keeping lies to themselves and begging for the truth not to come back to haunt them—all of that? It drifted over to the back of their minds like it was nothing.

Funny, how seeing someone who you missed so much time with can do to a person.

As if, it was written in stone by the gods above to somehow be interwoven in each other’s life one way or another. Jason and Bucky shouldn’t be allowed to share such a secretive moment together, tucked away in some hotel room after such a harsh encounter, yet here they are. Both cold and alone in the mist of the night, despite the central heating system wrapping around the ground, it seems like it would barely survive the hours up ahead.

“I missed you..” Jason admitted, as his voice lowered to a whisper but the brunette heard it.

Bucky was taken back by his words as he melted a little and returned to confession, “…so did I. I uh, I missed you a lot..”

“It was some silly night but I remember it, you know?”

“You remember the rest of the week? We sneaked off to every other store to find the best souvenir but ended up at a ice cream parlor instead.”

“Didn’t we share an ice cream together?”

“Cause they only had a couple scoops of Rocky Road left! You do remember.”

Bucky roared a laugh as Jason grinned.

The Winter Soldier wasn’t in his eyes, nor was the Agent at SHIELD in his own.

Just two old men, Jason Grey and James Buchanan.

There was a lot bending on their hands with the horrific incident that occurred in front of their eyes, yet neither side had the slightest intention to bring it up again for a long time. Yes, Jason could’ve shot him while stuck in this hotel and Bucky could’ve done the same at any point, but they didn’t dare to do so.

Jason knew if he did, HYDRA would’ve been after him in a matter of weeks and it would take longer for him to recover and return home to his life in California. Bucky knew if he killed him, it would’ve been another kill in his books that would haunt him forever and he made a silent promise to Howard Stark to not go after his son, in response he needed the blonde to return home alive.

Aside from the obvious mess brewing upon them and lack of self respect, if it was up to Jason and Bucky, the two would run away together. Be hidden away from the world until everything died down and they could start somewhere else, have a better chance to escape the chaos and breathe.

Yet, it wasn’t in the cards for either of them.

Instead both men ate whatever snacks found in the refrigerator and vending machines in the halls, watching the crappy old movies on television as they stayed chatting until dawn…

…the morning sunlight peaked through the shades of the hotel that very first alarm to strike upon the room, cracking open the notion that this wasn’t a dream, everything that happened last night was just fact.

The second clue to this alarming trend was that the other bed was emptied out, paneling over the bed closes to the door as glimpses of the blonde and brunette snoring calmly. Fully clothed, wearing some fabric they found in one of the closets comfortable enough to rest in. Bucky’s hand lay across Jason’s chest as the blonde hummed in his sleep with his fact turned toward the brunette’s direction.

Both curled underneath the blanket for warmth, breathing deeply into the air surrounding the room. The pillows were soft, the mattress kept itself polished and comfortable, as blankets were stacked one over the other beneath the pair.

The third striking feature of the set was the moment Bucky slowly turned to his left, letting out a soft groan as he fluttered his eyes open. He squeezed his eyes for a second to breathe in the silence and light that filled his senses, meeting the sleeping gaze of the blonde man.

He only felt a slight smile reaching his lips, as the memory of last night slowly wired in his brain, where the two were watching on a movie then nodding off on his bed unexpectedly, the temperature dropped as it resulted in finding a couple more blankets to keep warm. A part of him should shiver and regret this folding turn of events that took place.

But he couldn’t shake off the pressure of leaving him in the hotel alone after all of this is over. If it was up to him, he wouldn’t think twice and find a way to escape this situation, bringing the other with him for just a little while. Despite the high urge to do something about it, he couldn’t get himself to disappear from the bed and leave the key behind.

Instead he stayed, watching every tall tale feature the blonde had to offer his memories.

“..mornin’..” Mumbled Jason softly and ever so gently as his eyes stayed closed.

It almost startles Bucky at the sudden voice reaching his ears but nonetheless he smiles, “..m-morning.”

There was a peaceful silence that drafted between them.

“How did you sleep?” Asked the blonde, slowly opening his eyes turning to get a glimpse of the brunette.

And by god, James Barnes wasn’t allowed to look this well at the crack of dawn. His long dark locks curled around the edges of the pillow, his blue eyes shining in the sunlight and the cool metallic hand rested on his chest just as comfortably.

After a long second, Bucky responded, “I uh, I slept well actually..”

“I bet.” Jason joked, bringing a light smile to his face.

That caused a crash of light chuckle to fill the air.

The morning went pretty well. The two stayed in bed staring at the ceiling and stealing glances half of the time, enjoying the light banter. Eventually Bucky crawled out of bed and got himself in the shower, then soon went Jason’s turn to freshen up.

After a long period of time of declining interest in food, Jason’s stomach growls as he grabbed himself a sandwich from the hotel bar and a couple of drinks from the vending machine. He may or may not have taken a couple of bucks out of the brunette’s wallet that morning.

But he repaid him with a sandwich and a bottle of water, despite Bucky’s light glares he couldn’t be bothered to give a remark as hunger strikes. He just ate calmly and hummed a small smile to the man.

Sadly enough, the time they had spent together came to a close. Items were packed, stitches were wrapped and clothing was tucked away for any cleaning lady to come in later. Jason sat on the bed buckling his bootstraps and cuffing his socks into place, as his gaze turned to the man who was fumbling with his jacket once more. Bucky nodded, getting the last clasp secured on his jacket and swung his bag over his shoulder.

The two had a seamless idea to leave the hotel one after the other, in order to not stir up any wondering eyes or glimpses of controversy in the air. Yes, the thought was more than simple for anyone to follow along if they were looking too closely but neither was willing to take that chance.

Barnes was first to leave.

Neither said a word, just kept their gaze afar from another.

As Bucky stood by the door, his hand hovering over the doorknob, a sudden wave of emotion washed over him once his gaze fell on Jason for the 5th time this morning. He couldn't bear the thought of leaving without expressing the depth of his feelings and gratitude towards the man.

He didn't know if he would retreat or regret this later on, however at the moment, he didn't care to dwell on those thoughts.

With a swift and decisive movement, Bucky turned around, closing the distance between them in an instant. A finger hung under the blonde's chin, staring into each other's eyes. Without a second later, his lips met Jason's with a gentle and tender touch, a silent testament to the unspoken words that lingered between them.

For a brief moment, time seemed to stand still as they shared the intimate embrace, the weight of their emotions hanging heavy in the air.

Jason's initial surprise quickly melted into a reciprocal response, his body instinctively leaning in to meet Bucky's kiss. Their lips moved together in a dance of longing and affection, each moment filled with a sense of warmth and belonging that neither wanted to let go of.

When they finally parted, there was a softness in their smiles, an understanding that transcended words. It was a silent agreement, a shared moment of mutual affection and longing that bound them together in ways they couldn't fully comprehend.

A couple of milliseconds past, standing there in pure silence.

Bucky once turned to leave, a smile graced his lips, his heart filled with a newfound sense of peace and contentment. The door closed behind as he turned towards the steps leading himself to the first floor of the hotel.

Jason watched him go, still slightly breathless from the unexpected kiss, a part of him couldn't help but chuckle softly to himself, shaking his head in disbelief at the whirlwind of emotions that had swept over them both.

And as they went their separate ways, the memory of that fleeting moment lingered in the air, a reminder of the small yet somehow profound connection they shared...

//

Ahhh! Couldn't resist writing for this unexacting pairing, this has been in my drafts for a year now and decided to finally post it. Anyways let me know what you think. Remember to like, comment and share

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Home videos / Marvel Fanfic 📹

Summary: What if there was a bit of context? A small added perspective on the home video Tony watch of his father?

Timeline setting: Iron Man 2

Established uncle and nephew relationship: Tony Stark & Jason Underwood

Click theses two fanfics for more context on the stories referenced

-> Friends Over The Years

-> What If Jason Stay At Home Stark? (This fic started the AU Saga btw hehe 😉)

Note: This is the scene in Iron Man 2 where Tony looks at old footage and an deleted scene that was supposed to be in the movie 🎥

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The last 48 hours have been a bust. From long hour drives to the whole wisecracking donut incident downtown in Miami.

After a small load speech from Fury and the tiny reverse side of how things were left, it was time to settle things down.

Jason knew Tony needed some home videos to have a breather, older footage in the storage closet in the basement and some given to by SHIELD themselves.

It was late. The two sat down comfortably on the couch downtown as the projector played a couple of old moments from their past. From black and white to living grainy color.

It flipped across footage that showed Jason dancing with Peggy at a Christmas party to Tony’s first birthday where he smashed cake into his face. Even footage of Jarvis and Maria in the living room painting a wall.

Plenty of things to choose from as the two smiled softly at the small fragments of the past as the tapes just kept on rolling.

There was one snippet of footage that caught the blondes eye as he raised an eyebrow at the date. Not exactly remembering it being filmed as the tape began to play.

It wasn’t until he noticed the background Howard was set in, as he looked away realizing the office turned lab had furniture removed from the screen. It was a huge mess before with paperwork, toolboxes and items scattered around the flooring.

Tony seemed to noticed his facial expression changed and nodded, “What happened? You’re usually pointing out certain things..”

He paused the footage and glanced over at his nephew, “Don’t need to. Just, uh, before video was filmed, it seemed like it was two days after I left..”

“Hm? Sorry, context for the child here.”

He scoffed at that comment and added, “For more than a few days, me and your father didn’t even bother to speak to one another. We had a fight, it was harshly ended by pure shock and anger..you’re father said a few things and so did I involving the context of our current state.. and uh, things happened.”

“Oh, t-that doesn’t sound like you and dad.” Tony scoffed as it sounded like a light joke, “You were buddies.”

“Well we fought long and hard that night.”

“Where was i during all of this?”

“In your room playing with your infamous racetrack.”

“I loved that racetrack, one of the best gifts I ever gotten. Uh, was this the same week you left to go on a trip for work?”

“Yeah, I sorta half lied to you about the trip being just for work since you were only 7 and didn’t know any better. But me and your father needed a small break from each other.”

Tony snorted, “Oh god.”

“What?” Jason reply with a raised eyebrow.

“You sound like you and dad were dating or something with that statement. It’s weird. What was the fight about?”

“You.”

“Me?”

“Well, our friends and family but you were mentioned a couple of times. Your father turned into a huge workaholic and a jerk, which pissed me off. And well, I pissed him off because I was trying to reason with him to cut the crap and focus on the bigger things in life.”

“Me huh?”

“Tony.”

“What? I’m surprised I was mentioned in the conversation. But I get it! Dad was more a work now, play later—or in his case, never kinda guy. I uh..I’ll just let the footage speak for itself.”

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Tony pressed play as the projector kept the video rolling, he half glanced over at the footage since he was fumbling with an old notebook. Jason was laying down, turned sideways toward the screen listening to Howard talk.

He was introducing himself and Stark Industries as the camera tried to follow him. Howard was leaning against the table, looking over his shoulder and did a double take towards his young son, “Eh-Tony? What are you doing back there?”

It caused both young and older versions of him to face the man who said his name. Howard was telling Tony to put the item he had in his hand back where he got it from. All Jason could remember of a tiny Tony one afternoon telling him that dad seemed angry at him again as he hushed the boys worries. He shook his head at the thought, glancing at his nephew.

He watched the footage as Howard ushered his son off the screen and turning back to the camera man telling him a few things.

Tony looked at his uncle, “You sure you two had a fight? He doesn’t seem that annoyed.”

“It was two days ago after that fight he must’ve filmed this, so he could’ve just masked his anger and annoyance.” Jason tried to explain the best he could.

The footage skipped to a few other scenes of Howard having a small drink from talking nonsense to going off script. He wasn’t as focused, fumbling around with the trinkets on the table and blabbing onto the cameraman.

It was clearly being shown. The man was a bit of a mess.

Tony watched, noticing his father’s moments were similar to his own. He tends to blabber and ramble a lot, especially have his fingers fidget with something. Hell he was holding a old flip phone in his hand. He returned his eyes back to the old notebook with plenty of blank pages.

Jason took one the notebook’s from his lap, handing him the glass of ice cold soda, since he made a deal to cut down on daily drinks for the week. Sober him up a bit. He gave him a half smile in which he returned, glancing up at the footage.

Moments like this, it reminded him of Tony’s younger years where they watched old footage with his aunts and uncles on the couch. Just by the footage alone of Howard, there were flickers in his mind of the little boy who called him that same week he left asking when will he come back home.

Along with the thoughts of him in that very lab that Howard was standing in, where the fight broke out organically into a week long standing debate.

He knew it effected him not coming home after walking out of the house that week, because Howard didn’t expect for Jason to take that step. But he did.

Seeing Howard like this on the footage just spoke volumes itself.

He would never admit it but he was a fumbling mess, more than usual. Cracking lame jokes, pacing around the lab, muttering a couple of things and the way he glanced over at the door as if someone will magically appear.

As if Jason, Maria and or Elizabeth would magically appear to fix his issue and reset the clock for the time he wasted on footage. But neither one of them came, especially after it was clearly said by Howard to his friend to ‘Get out!’ before the blonde left.

It was as if Howard got reminded of those flashbacks from their fight and flipped the scripture of the video. As if he admitted to his mistakes and let the words Jason told him start to set into motion.

He said, “Tony. You’re too young to understand this right now, so I thought I would put it on film for you…I built this for you.”

All of that got Tony’s full attention, leaning into the edge of his seat, glancing between his uncle and father. It was as if the words hit home where Tony didn’t know they had to be.

Howard continued leaning against the table, “..and someday you’ll realize that it represents something a lot more than just people’s inventions. It represents my life’s work. This is the key to the future…I did not understand it at the time of building this but it is..”

The footage cut up a few small scale models of Stark Industries and The Expo as his voiceover was clear as day. He said he was limited by the technology of his time, which was very true, but knowing one day Tony will figure it out.

Because Tony shares a fraction of his father’s mind and his mother’s heart, in result he knows he will change the world. Tony was silent hearing this, glancing over at his uncle once again who softly smiled watching the tape as if it the message was very much becoming clear to Tony.

The fight he mentioned earlier that heavily mentioned him. Because a part of them knew his path would lead him somewhere they couldn’t imagine but fought onto wanting to share the knowledge with him.

Howard wasn’t sure if he was ready yet to know it all but Jason somehow was just making sure he got to spend time with him.

Howard spoke again facing the camera in all seriousness and smiles longingly, as a place of love came the next few words. He said, “What is and always will be, my greatest creation..is you.”

Jason softly nodded, blinking because his last breath to Howard before he walked out of the house was that Tony is his greatest creation.

His connections to his family and friends are the greatest creations he ever built, his legacy people will be talking about in his future.

“..he never told me about this..” The blonde muttered with a soft grin and nodded, “Not even after we made up..”

Tony looked at him with a gentle smile, “Really?”

“No. It never came up. That stinking idiot..but I’m actually kinda glad I never found out til now.”

“I didn’t know about this footage, period. I always thought dad was disappointed in me and just wanted me to stay away from his work..”

This time he met Tony’s eyes and chuckled, “Well to be fair, you were young and we were all kinda scared you would get hurt in the lab. Especially your aunt. But he wasn’t ever disappointed in you or wanted you to stay strictly away from it.”

“Yeah..?” Tony replies come out as a mere soft mutter.

“Yeah, he knew one day you’ll figure it out, understand why he did it to keep you as safe as possible. Let’s be real here, this lab always tends to be a bit of a fire hazard.”

“Tell me about. It’s why I have Dummy carry around a fire extinguisher.”

Both men chuckled and even snorted loudly at that comment.

Jason chuckled and sighed, “Exactly, there was always a part of him that wanted to share this work with you since before you were born but knew he had to wait or Lizzie would kill him.”

“Oh I know!” Tony replied with a smiled, “Mom and aunt Peg would’ve been furious too, if I was down there unsupervised or worse. I get it now cause I’m a adult but still. It bothered me.”

“And you have every right to feel that way.”

“Sometimes it felt like dad and I weren’t always on the same page either. He was a pain in the ass at time and sometimes I don’t know..”

“Yeah, we both know Howard wasn’t the best at showering people with grand affection but he did it his own way weather he showed it or not..”

“Dad never specified in saying ‘I love you’, he always just crack a joke about something or ruffle my hair and give me a nice squeeze..”

“He has always been like that with everyone.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah! He had his ways of tell something he cared for them. Like letting Jarvis and his wife stay at one of his houses, getting Peggy a new dress or your mother her favorite pair of pearl earrings.”

Tony smiled hearing that and nodded, “Or buying me a new toy! Now that sounds like something he would do. Hell I think I would do that for Pepper and my kids.”

“You see? He did care in his own way.” Jason added, “But he did love you, bubba. And he knew you would do something bigger with your life.”

The two kept talking, not realizing the footage kept running.

Tony grinned mid chat and glanced at the screen, noticing his father carrying his kid self in his arms affectionally rocking him back and forth a little, as he spoke to the camera. Patting his back as his small face was turned away from the camera in his pjs.

It seemed like he couldn’t fall asleep and went rushing to his father for comfort. His dad seemed more comfortable, having removed his suit jacket from earlier and stayed in a white button down and a loose tie.

He turned up the volume a bit to watch him in mid speech, leaning forward with a small smile.

“You’re the future.” Howard said, pointing to the camera then returned his hand onto to the son’s back rubbing small circles, “..you know i created so much in my lifetime. But you know what I’m most proud of? You. My son.”

Tony stayed silent looking down with a soft smile, glancing back at Jason who nodded watching the footage. He opened his mouth to say something but closed it once again.

Howard continued with a small grin, resting his head against Tony’s in a comforting way and said, “I know it said it already but you are my greatest inspiration and my greatest creation...don’t let your uncle hear this or he will know I sorta screwed up and that he was right..we both were about this. I just didn’t let it register in my brain yet that instead of just showing you everything, I gotta let you explore it as well. Come down to the lab more often than not and see what you can do..”

You can still tell that Howard was trying his best to format his wording where it makes sense and doesn’t sound like he’s rambling too much. Like he was figuring out the best way to say everything on his mind and the effort was clearly there.

Jason held back a chuckle at hearing that last part about himself and nodded, rolling his eyes as he glanced at Tony. His nephew smiled and shook his head hearing his father taking in everything he meant and more.

The man fell silent in a moment as if wanting the words to sink in. Howard nodded with a half smile and added, “I love you.” He glanced over at his son falling back asleep on his shoulder nodding, “Let’s get you back to bed.”

With that Howard walked off screen and the camera cut to black.

Tony blinked watching the vision of screen and the words that came out of his father’s own mouth. He wondered for a second if heard him correctly. Maybe he was wrong? His dad really did love people and his uncle was right that he has his own ways of showing it?

He was silent. He sinked back into his chair and took another sip of his drink, letting the whole footage register in his own head.

Have everything wrap around his own head all at once. It still didn’t all stay trapped in his head the words he just heard.

Then a small smile appeared on his lips as he murmured softly, “W-wow.”

Jason seemed to share the same sentiment as he scoffed, “Yeah. So, how are we feeling?”

“Sorta satisfied, if that makes sense?”

“That’s the way i would put it.”

“I didn’t know about this. A-are you sure you didn’t have knowledge about this video?”

“Nope. Just as surprised as you are.”

Jason just chuckled at that comment as Tony snickered. It was understandable how he didn’t know about the old footage and if he had to be honest, neither did he.

Maybe there was a reason why they both found the footage this time around?

Maybe it wasn’t random but yet fate cause there was a chance of something happening in their future?

Maybe there is something left behind in the past that was coming their way?

The two just had to wait and see.

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Ah that is all folks! Pls tell me know what you think 💭

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[callmemana]

Tony Stark & OC Stark Fanfic: 1

Key: smut -🍓/ fluff -🌼/ angst -🐂/ personal favorite - 👓/

*every Howie story is just the first chapter*

Tony Stark:

A Second Chance @ghostofskywalker 🌼🐂

A Secret Love @just-dreaming-marvel 🌼🐂

And That Was A Promise @plumsandpotatoes 🍓🌼🐂 (mafia)

Anything Else Mr. Stark? @ironstrange1991 🍓🌼

Bad Flare Up @just-dreaming-marvel 🌼🐂

Battle Scars @thatfanficstuff 🌼🐂 (soulmates au)

Be A Good Girl @starrknessblog 🍓🐂 (dark!au)

Bits Of Yourself @velvetcloxds 🌼

Break Up @plumsandpotatoes 🍓🌼🐂 (mob au)

Coming Home @just-dreaming-marvel 🌼

Couldn’t Ever Deny It @plumsandpotatoes 🍓🌼🐂 (pirate & barmaid au)

Dancing Queen @velvetcloxds (dilf!tony & plus sized reader) 🌼🐂

Fake Diamond @holylulusworld 🌼🐂 (plus sized reader)

Felt Like Everything He Could’ve Hoped For @plumsandpotatoes 🍓🌼🐂 (college & Mob au)

Forbidden Series @ironstrange1991 🍓🌼🐂

Forbidden Desires @tonysslut 🍓 (dbf au)

Forced To Play Nice @ghostofskywalker 🌼🐂

Iron Family Series @just-dreaming-marvel 🌼🐂

I Want Her @plumsandpotatoes (mafia) 🍓🌼🐂

Led To @plumsandpotatoes 🍓🌼🐂 (mafia)

Little Ivory @plumsandpotatoes 🌼🐂👓 (mafia)

Make Up 2 @plumsandpotatoes 🍓🌼🐂 (mob au)

Meant To Be Series @just-dreaming-marvel 🌼🐂

Mistaken Identity @plumsandpotatoes 🌼 (military reader)

My Child Is Viral @youre-amazing-say-it 🌼👓

My Devotion To You @plumsandpotatoes 🌼🐂 (mafia)

One Night Stand @plumsandpotatoes 🌼🐂 (mafia)

Our Lives, Together @ghostofskywalker 🌼

Out Of Time Series @just-dreaming-marvel 🍓🌼🐂👓

Rudely In Love @just-dreaming-marvel 🌼🐂

Stay @plumsandpotatoes 🌼 (young Tony)

Should’ve Known, But Didn’t Want To @plumsandpotatoes 🌼🐂 (mafia)

Shy Away @velvetcloxds 🌼

Sweetheart 2 @plumsandpotatoes 🍓🌼🐂 (mafia)

The Assistant @thatfanficstuff 🌼

The Lady & The Tramp @plumsandpotatoes 🍓🌼🐂 (mafia)

The Starks @tonysslut 🍓🌼🐂

The Teacher Series @just-dreaming-marvel 🌼🐂

Undying Loyalty @plumsandpotatoes 🌼🐂 (mafia au)

Warm Me Up @springdandelixn 🐂 (dark au)

With Flying Colors @springdandelixn 🍓🐂 (dark au)

Your So Warm @fluffyprettykitty 🍓🌼🐂 (college au)

Dad!Tony:

Dad Tony @velvetcloxds (coming out as Pan) 🌼

Grades Don’t Define You @p-taryn-dactyl 🌼🐂

Please Don’t Leave Me! @fromasgardandback 🌼🐂

Howard ‘Howie’ Stark (OC):

A Really Bad Idea @itsanerdlife 🌼🐂👓 (fighter au)

Bad At Love @itsanerdlife 🌼🐂👓 (Barton R)

Bad For You @itsanerdlife 🌼🐂👓 (college au)

Cruel Boy @itsanerdlife 🌼🐂👓 (MC)

Fated @itsanerdlife 🌼🐂👓 (hades & persephone)

[braveclementine]

New Jersey

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OC Elizabeth Lightwood. I do not condone any copying of this.

"Clearly, you weren't actually born here, right?" Tony asked Steve as the two of them walked along. Steve was wearing an army uniform with a pair of sunglasses, feeling extremely nervous, seeing familiar faces as he walked past them, and others that weren't.

"The idea of me was." Steve responded.

"Right. Well imagine you're S.H.I.E.L.D. running a quasi- fascistic intelligence organization, where do you hide it?" Tony asked.

"In plain sight." Steve responded.

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It was just Tony and Steve in the elevator, along with a short African American woman who kept looking up at them from her file.

As the elevator doors opened, Tony said, "Good luck on your mission, Captain."

"Good luck on your project, Doctor." Steve responded.

"You new here?" The African American woman asked the minute the elevator doors closed.

"Not exactly." Steve answered after a moment.

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Tony ran down the hallway, looking at how crowded and musty everything seemed down here. "Come one, you bastard." Tony muttered. F.R.I.D.A.Y. scanned everything with his new glasses and he looked left and right to see if he could find the Tesseract.

"Gotcha." He said quietly as he found it.

He grabbed a random briefcase, knocking papers to the ground behind it and hurried over. "Whew." He breathed out. He fired open the safe and when he saw the cube there said, "Back in the game."

He started to put the glowing cube in the briefcase when he heard someone shout, "Arnim you in there? Arnim?"

Tony slammed the suitcase down and was a bit shocked when he realized he was standing face to face with his own father. Tony went to turn to walk away and Howard shouted after him, "Hey! The door is this way, pal."

"Oh, yeah." Tony responded awkwardly.

"Looking for Doctor Zola, have you seen him?" Howard asked.

"Yeah Doctor Zola. No, I haven't seen a soul." Tony responded. He walked clumsily into a rolling chair and he grabbed it. "Pardon me."

"Do I know you?" Howard asked and Tony noticed he had flowers in one hand. Tony put the briefcase down.

"No, sir. Uh. . . I'm a visitor from MIT." He pulled out the badge.

"Oh. MIT." Howard said, raising an eyebrow. "Got a name?"

"Howard." Tony said and internally cursed.

"That'll be easy to remember."

"Howard Y/L/N." Tony finished.

"Well, I'm Howard Stark." His father handed him his hand and Tony shook it awkwardly. Howard glanced at his arm as his sleeve rode up, "Pumpkin? That your soulmates name?"

"Yeah." Tony said, more realization coming to him now.

"You look a little green around the gills there, Y/L/N." Howard said.

"I'm fine. Just long hours." Tony said.

"You wanna get some air?" Howard asked, pointing the can of food towards where the door was. "Y/L/N?"

"Uh Yeah. Yeah, that'd be swell." Tony was a nervous wreck, starting to walk towards the door.

"You need your briefcase?" Howard called behind him and Tony took it from him.

"You're not one of those beatniks, are you, Y/L/N?" Howard asked.

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"Hello?" Steve heard a voice on the other side of the phone.

"Doctor Pym?" Steve asked.

"That would be the number that you called, yes." He heard the voice on the other side say.

"This is Captain Stevens from shipping. We have a package for you."

"Oh, bring it up."

"Well, that's the thing sir. We can't."

"I'm confused. I thought that was your job."

"Well, it's just. . . sir, the box is glowing. . . and to be honest, some of our mail guys aren't feeling that great." Steve lied.

"They didn't open it, did they?"

"Uh, yeah, they did. You better get down here." Steve said.

Steve hurried through the door as the young Hank Pym went running down the hallway and looked for the Pym particles. He found them in the refrigeration compartment. He grabbed four and then hurried from the scientific room.

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Tony was pretty sure his heart was trying to jump out of his throat as he walked alongside his father.

So, flowers and sauerkraut. You got a big date tonight?" Tony asked, trying to make conversation and make up for his clumsiness from before. He knew his father probably put the dots together breakfast morning of his eighteenth and needed him to remember him. . . well not as a dunderhead.

"Uh, my wife's expecting." He said. "And uh, too much time at the office." He said, holding up the flowers.

"Congratulations." Tony said, realizing that was him they were talking about.

"Thanks. Hold this, will ya?" Howard asked, handing him the flowers.

"Yeah, sure." Tony said, realizing that he was holding something his father would give his mother before he was even born. "How far along is she?"

"Uh, I don't know." His father answered, fixing his tie. He tried to gage it with his hand and then went back to fixing his tie and said, "She's at the point where she can't stand the sound of my chewing." Tony smiled at that. "I guess I'll be eating dinner in the pantry again."

"I have two little girls and a boy." Tony said, wanting his dad to know. Wanting his dad to know that Tony would be okay, when his dad put the dots together. When his dad knew he was going to die. That Tony would be okay.

"A girl would be nice." His father smiled. "Less of a chance she'd turn out exactly like me."

"What'd be so awful about that?" Tony asked, taken aback.

"Let's just say that the greater good has rarely outweighed my own self-interest." His father explained. Howard nodded and then clapped Tony on the arm.

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Steve's stomach was churning as he walked through the hall, keeping an eye out for literally anyone that might recognize him. He was so sure that he'd see someone he fought with or Peggy or hell maybe even Zola. He would be here, right? And everyone would be up in arms about it.

"You've never seen these two men before?" Steve asked a male voice ask.

"No, I've got an eye for this. The two of them looked fishy." Steve said the tiny black woman that had been in the elevator speaking to the guards.

"Can you describe them?" The guard asked as Steve turned around and started walking back the way he'd come.

"Well one of them had a hippie beard." She explained quickly.

Damn Stark.

"Hippe. Like Bee Gees or Mungo Jerry?" The guard asked.

Steve quickly pushed into the door without looking to see whose office or what it was, closing it behind him. He heard them pass by and then went to leave, before a photo on the desk in front of him caught his eye.

It was a picture of him, a young picture of him that was. With his white t-shirt and his dog tags around his neck. He picked the frame up to look at it and then turned to see Peggy's name on the outside of the door- though backwards.

"I said bring them in." A soft feminine voice said on the other side of the wall.

"They're trying, ma'am, but Braddock's unit has been stopped by lightning strikes."

"Oh, for the love of. . ." Peggy said. "I'll look at the weather projections."

Steve walked over to the window to watch her. He remembered when he'd fallen in love with her, sometime during the car ride as he went to go and become the super soldier. It hadn't been that he hadn't loved Bucky. But there had been something about Peggy.

Not to mention, she was a rare one who didn't have a soulmate. He had wanted to bring her into the fold. He had talked to Bucky about it and they had had a fight. So he'd abandoned the notion. And then Buck had fallen off the train. . . and she- and himself- were free game.

Steve stayed staring through the window long after she had walked away, the end of her blue dress swaying behind her as she moved quickly, efficiently. Her glossy brown hair. . . it looked like Elizabeth's hair.

Maybe he had moved on. Before. . . he used to say 'she looks like Peggy' 'she reminds me of Peggy'. But now. . . now he had just thought 'She reminds me of Elizabeth'. It was Elizabeth had loved now, not Peggy.

He took the picture out of his compass and looked at it one last time, then slid it between the frame and his picture. When he got home, he would put a family picture in it. One of him, Bucky, Elizabeth, and the kids. Because that was who he loved now. 

He turned, racing from the room, running home to Elizabeth.

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"So, where are you at with names?" Tony asked, feeling more and more excited with the time that passed. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had such a pleasant conversation with his father, though he'd lightened up a little after his eighteenth birthday.

"Well, if it's a boy, my wife likes Elmonzo." Howard said.

"Huh." Tony said cheekily. "Might wanna let that stew while you got time."

"Uh-huh." Howard agreed. "Let me ask you a question. When your kids were born, were you nervous?"

"Wildly." Tony said. Howard seemed to sigh in relief, "Yeah."

"Did you feel qualified? Like you had any idea how to successfully operate that thing?"

"I literally pieced it together as I went along." Tony said. "I thought about what my dad did." He glanced over to see Steve give him a thumbs up.

"My old man, he never met a problem he couldn't solve with a belt." Howard said and Tony was sort've stunned to learn that about his grandfather.

"I thought my dad was tough on me." Tony said. "And now, looking back on it, I just remember the good stuff. You know? He did drop the odd pearl."

"Yeah? Like what?"

"'No amount of money ever bought a second of time.'"

"Smart guy."

"He did his best." Tony said.

"I'll tell you, the kids not even here yet and there's nothing I wouldn't do for him." Howard said and Tony thought he might start crying. Howard walked past him and Steve gave him a look. Tony held up the case. Howard came back, "Good to meet you Y/L/N."

"Yeah." Tony sighed. "Howard. . . everything's gonna be alright." Suddenly, Tony hugged him, "Thank you. . . for everything. And. . . that will make sense eventually, believe me."

Tony smiled and walked away. 

[gatorbites-imagines]

Hey 👋 could you write a Tony Stark x top male reader, with some enemies to lovers like they’re both in the avengers and rivals?

Tony Stark x male reader

Headcanons

This isn’t any outright smut  the request didn’t specify. Reader is also based off an old Marvel oc of mine called Lockjaw.

-          You and Tony Stark had never been friends, it stemmed from your fathers being mortal enemies in the engineering field and it just passed onto you two.

-          Both your fathers were extremely skilled inventors and always had an extreme rivalry on who could build the best of the best, and since you were young, it had been the same for Tony and yourself.

-          Your father’s rivalry had led to a horrible accident, your father had tried his best to build a weapon of some sort that would be better than whatever Howard was creating. An accident happened with you nearby, and your jaw was pretty much ripped right off your body.

-          You have very few memories of the next couple of weeks to a month or two, all you remember is the hospital and going in and out of a coma, and hearing talks from doctors and your father on a prosthetic.

-          When you finally wake up fully you learn your father created a new jaw for you made out of vibranium, along with bottom teeth and fake tissue that would cover the cheeks so you could eat.

 -          You are kept out of the limelight for years after that, but the few times you are seen always cause an uproar because of your prosthetic. Its no secret it’s your father’s fault, and through the years you’ve watched Howard and Tony use it to better their own image.

-          Because you are disconnected from most people you go about becoming a better inventor, and when your father dies when you are in your early 20s you take over the family company.

-          You branch out from weapons far before Stark does, which gains you the upper hand outside of weapon production, which your company stops doing after a few years with you in charge.

-          You start showing yourself in public, having updated your prosthetic. Its now black with gold accents (think Buckys black and gold arm) and instead of feeling ashamed you make it part of who you are.

-          The public starts calling you Lockjaw because you always have a hard and cold expression and put up with no one’s bull.

-          The rivalry with Tony is dormant for these years as Tony is busy being a party animal and whatnot as you are busy growing your company. But you both sneer or roll your eyes at one another if you ever pass the other during parties.

 -          You reconnect when Avengers become a thing and you start to become a hero on your own, using the name Lockjaw as you use your inventions to save people and defeat baddies.

-          SHIELD offers you a place among the Avengers and all the members of the Avengers seems to want you there except for Tony. After a very long legal talk with SHEILD you agree and then you are part of the team.

-          The rivalry that’s been dormant for all these years seem to explode, and Tony and you can be found arguing and butting heads all the time. It becomes a joke amongst your teammates that if they can’t find one of you, find the other, since you two are probably arguing again.

-          Your rivalry pushes both of you to create better inventions and suits, to go further and further to one-up the other. You both make underhanded comments as well as speak with so much sass to one another that it drives your team wild.

-          Clint has muttered a joke to Natasha about the sexual tension between you two more than once, which always has you and Tony glare at the archer.

 -          Now, Clint was right that there was a lot of sexual tension between you and Tony, everyone could feel it honestly, except you and Tony of course.

-          It all seemed to boil over one night when the two of you were running on very little sleep and had been shoved into the same laboratory, building on your own inventions whilst trying to ignore the other man.

-          For some reason you both started arguing again, like always, but for some reason you both just felt more heated than usual. As Tony was getting in your face something just seemed to snap inside you and you shoved him backwards.

-          Tony didn’t have much time to react as he slammed into the cluttered work desk before you were on him, hands gripping at his neck to pull him into a heated kiss.

-          Tony didn’t know how to react for a moment before he just seemed to accept was what happening and threw his arms around your neck and pulled you in closer.

-          Before you knew it you had your tongues in each other’s mouths and were swapping spit like it was your life’s mission.

 -          Tony soon had his legs around your waist and your hands searched up under his shirt, groping at whatever skin you could reach.

-          Spit was running down your chins, the kissing leaving your metal chin shiny in the light of the laboratory. The night passed with the two of you humping like animals on the work desk, right beside whatever project you had both been working on earlier.

-          Tonys neck ended up being covered in bites and hickeys, his shirt thrown somewhere in the other end of the room and his pants unbuttoned and belt undone. You weren’t in a much better situation yourself, shirt pushed up over your chest, pants halfway down your thighs and belt chucked somewhere on the floor.

-          As the two of you leant against each other trying you catch your breaths, Tony reaches up and runs his fingers across your vibranium jaw and makes a comment about how he always found the prosthetic hot.

-          You just snort and roll your eyes, resting your forehead against Tonys shoulder. Tony ends up commenting how you should probably put him down if you were done, but you just give him a look and ask what he means done.

-          Tony lets out a noise as you pick him up and quickly move the two of you to the sofa in the workshop, Tony falling onto it with a laugh as he kicks his pants off.

-          Lets just say your rivalry still lives on, but instead of arguing you two do something else instead.

[cipher04]

Fandom Frenzy (Doubling friendly) Seeking Roleplay Partners

Note: Not replacing any current partners, just always seeking to add more partners.

About Me:

I am 18+ and will only write with partners who are also 18+

Willing to double!

Prefers writing dominant male characters in male x female relationships

Flexible writer, quality posts: post length varies depending on the plot, my partner, and the post, but my typical range is 1-5+ paragraphs

Reply schedule varies. Not able to post much during the week. Most posts likely during the weekend, but will do my best to reply as soon as I can. Will let you know of any extended or unusual absences.

Prefers third-person and inclusion of NSFW, open to dead dove as well

Willing to play canon characters and original characters

Open to OC/Canon and Canon/Canon. If doubling, I do enjoy it when our separate stories can connect (not required). I love playing out the sibling dynamic, so perhaps if we're doing OC/Canon doubling, our OCs could be siblings? Again, not a requirement, and to clarify, not looking for anything taboo - it would just be another way for our stories to connect

Prefers long-term stories

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I am seeking partners who can play a female canon character from my list below. Extensive knowledge about the world and character is not necessary. I have no issue with you portraying these characters with your own unique interpretation.

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The 100: Clarke Griffin, Raven Reyes, Lexa

Arrowverse/DC: Kara Zor-El, Sarah Lance, Wonder Woman

Chicago PD: Hailey Upton

Divergent: Tris Prior

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FBI: Nina Chase

Fear The Walking Dead: Alicia Clark

Game of Thrones: Sansa Stark, Daenerys Targaryen

The Hunger Games: Katniss Everdeen

Marvel Cinematic Universe: Cassie Lang (2023 film), Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Carol Danvers, Kate Bishop, Karen Page, Daisy Johnson, Yelena Belova

The Lost World (1999 TV series): Veronica Layton

Nancy Drew: Nancy Drew

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Star Wars: Rey

The Walking Dead: Maggie Greene

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[the-desilittle-bird]

Author's Note- I am glad to be back after so long. This is my first time writing for Bucky but I hope you all like it. Also I am thinking of a Desi OC series in HOTD universe.

Thank you and Enjoy your reading!

Broken Beings

Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader

Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader (Former)

Summary- He wanted a life with her.

Tag List- @bbgmonsay, @shopping, @girlnred, @hc-geralt-23, @chevelledahuman, @killing-gremlin, @minaxcarter, @tonystarksbitch, @formulapierre, @lastwandastan, @b-tchymoon, @instabul, @hukio, @Moon-light1415, @eudximoniakr

GIF Credits to @wadey-wilson

Love brings with itself the possibility of experiencing both the blooming happiness of forever or the greatest sorrow of infidelity. And it had seem that (Y/N) was always supposed to face the griefs of losing her loved ones.

She was merely 10 years of age when Maria and Howard Stark died in an "accident". Growing up without parent's love and support turned her into a cold being, only melting in the presence of the only known family she had known, Tony Stark.

The fear of losing her brother had triggered something in her, revealing a series of dangerous powers to her. Training them to bend at her will had been a process she enjoyed, because for once, she could control something truly by her own will.

Joining the Avengers had helped her in finding a new family. She knew nobody could ever fill the hole in her heart left after her parent's untimely death, but she had found a place she could find solace.

And then, she had found Steve. She had found peace and love in him; the promise of home. She had came to love him when Thanos came, and then... everything crumbled.

For 5 years, she had lived grieving those they lost in the war and in the snap; wishing to find a way to bring back all alongside Steve and Natasha. But had she known before that she will lose all she had, she would have never done it.

Losing Natasha at Vormir and watching Tony die after he had snapped his fingers, wearing the gauntlet which held all the stones in their glory, it all made (Y/N) more sensitive than ever before.

Her walls of security had crumbled faster than ever before, exposing to the Avengers and Steve, the broken girl she had concealed all her life.

She had cried all day, clinging to Steve like a baby, drowning in her sorrows. She had heard him speak sweet nothings and promises of a better future. All of her dreams of a family laced beautifully in his words of reassurance.

A house in midst of a place where no one could find them. She and him, married; forever each other's. Two children; possibly a boy and a girl. A small happy family, spending their lives in blissful moments.

All fake... all promises empty, all moments laced with lies. All declarations of love underneath the moon nothing but a lie.

He never came back from putting the stones in their respective timelines. Only returned the sting of pain in her heart. Only returned the empty place in her heart; in her body.

She remembered Bucky looking at her pityingly as she had smiled at Steve when he stood in the time machine, wishing him luck for the task in his hands.

She remembered Bucky placing a gentle hand on her back, as if to reassure her that he was there, when Steve hadn't came back.

"He wanted a life with her."

Bucky had informed (Y/N) softly, watching as tears welled up in her eyes. It had seemed that tears had became a constant partner of (Y/N), much to her agony.

Bucky still remembered the way she had crumbled in his hands, crying and wailing, whimpering and sobbing... grieving for herself; for Natasha; for Tony.

Bucky had whispered in her (H/C) hair, an apology. Maybe if he had not killed her parents that day, none of this would have happened. Maybe she wouldn't have been this broken.

That day, (Y/N) had slept for the first time in 3 days. Buckyhad stayed there, looking down at the woman who slept in his arms, and he could feel nothing but sympathy for her.

He had softly placed her in the passenger seat of her luxurious and expensive car, himself sitting on the driver seat, staring at nothing in particular but thinking.

Thinking about his life and her. Even though he had met her a handful of times where, most of the times, she was after his life, but then also, Bucky couldn't help drawing up comparisons between them. Their similarities.

She had woken up with a grumble and a hiccup. Eyes puffed and red, a name on her lips. The name belonging to someone who had already left this world.

Tony.

She had looked at Bucky with pleading eyes, as if silently asking him to take away all her pains, something he couldn't do it himself. He had only placed a comforting hand on hers. He hadn't expected her to place her other one on top of his, but he had smiled softly at her.

Both of them had sat there, in her car, in complete silence for hours. None had tried to speak, not even a word exchanged between them but yet, a lot was spoken in this silence.

Perhaps that was a start of something new. After all, new beginnings start from the ends.

[loveroffictionalmen]

The First Avenger || An MCU Series

Chapter 4: Capture

STEVE ROGERS x OC

Summary: Steve and Eden Rogers and Kaz and Bucky Barnes have all been practically inseparable since they were born. When it comes time for Bucky and his sister Kaz to be deployed, Steve and Eden try to find their own way to help the warfare. A few months after they arrive at their base camp, HYDRA launches a surprise attack on the 107th infantry. The infantry Kaz and Bucky are in. Steve must rescue his two closest friends with his sister at his side. But what are the lasting effects of the HYDRA attack, and will their life ever go back to normal after it?

Warnings: mentions of traumatic events, bad writing, strong language, lmk if there's others I should put.

Characters: Kaz Barnes (OC), Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Eden Rogers (OC), Peggy Carter, Johann Schmidt, Howard Stark

A/N: This is based off my desired reality so it mostly revolves around me but lolll enjoy anyways.

Parts: Chapter 1: The Future // Chapter 2: The Barnes Residence // Chapter 3: Camp

Kaz got into a comfortable routine. A routine of patching up stupid men who thought it was a good idea to rough house or act tough, only to be sent to her for some bandages and a lecture from a "cute girl." It wasn't terrible, it simply got annoying after a while. Every day, for months, she'd show up, patch up some guys, hear that they thought she was pretty, and go to bed to get up and do the same thing again the next day.

Bill, the young man who checked her in on the first day, was the head nurse. He supervised her and a few other young girls who Kaz became friendly with. Bill had advised her to avoid making "friends."

"War is unpredictable, they might leave one day and not come back and then you're left with one less 'friend' than before. Better to ride solo but work as a team when necessary," He had said.

It was harsh, but Bill wasn't wrong. Over time, Kaz had seen some of the girls come and go. They'd serve for a few days, leave for a few more, and one day just not come back. They could've moved to a different camp nearby, or they could've been killed in battle. Who knows. Still, she tried her best to keep her emotional distance.

Kaz was stitching up a soldier who thought it would be a good idea to jump over the barbed wire when she heard it. The first gunshot. Then more followed. Then, the bomb went off.

Her blood ran cold. She'd never heard a bomb before. All the training in the world couldn't prepare her for the real thing. Kaz didn't know what to do other than stay frozen. The man next to her was looking just as terrified as she did.

More bombs. More gunfire. Explosions and yells filled the air.

"Bill what's happening?" She called out, heart beating faster than ever.

"We're under attack," Bill said, his eyes wide.

Kaz felt her breath catch. They were under attack. A real attack. This was not a drill like the one they had done a few weeks ago. This was the real thing. Kaz didn't know what to expect. Part of her wished she could just curl up on the floor and cry, waiting for it all to be over. The other part of her was screaming to go help someone.

She couldn't remember what the sergeant had told her during the drill. Was she supposed to run? To hide?

The whole place was chaos. Some of the nurses were running, some were staying frozen like Kaz was, and still more were already trying to treat the first wave of casualties. Kaz tried to think back on what the sergeant had told her to do. Or better yet, what Bill would want her to do. She decided the first thing she needed to do, and that was find Bucky.

She ducked under the makeshift tent door and saw utter destruction. The mess hall was nearly blown to shreds. Men lay on the ground. Some dead, some on the way out. She ignored them. She had to find her brother.

People were yelling and screaming and trying to get to cover, but Kaz didn't look at any of them. She needed to focus on finding Bucky.

The battlefield was a mess of dirt and bodies. She'd only ever heard stories about the war, and those didn't even come close to what it would look like. Her eyes quickly scanned the area, looking for Bucky in the sea of soldiers.

Before she could continue to look elsewhere, she felt a blow to her head. Everything went black for a moment, and Kaz felt her knees buckle. Her body crumpled to the ground like a rag doll and everything was quiet and peaceful for a few seconds. The noise of the battle and the shouting and the sound of bullets became background noise.

Everything hurt and the light was blinding. Kaz struggled, trying to sit up, and trying to blink her eyes to clear the spots.

But when she woke, she wasn't at the familiar camp, she was in some sort of cell.

Her body was aching and her head was pounding. Her vision was slightly blurry, but she could make out the bare walls surrounding her. It couldn't have been a medical tent. She was behind bars.

The last thought that came to her head was that maybe this was a sick joke. The nurses and her sergeant were probably all sitting out there, laughing about it. That had to be it. But deep down, she knew it wasn't.

She heard footsteps approach the cell, and she fell limp, hoping the person coming towards her wouldn't realize that she was now awake.

"You do not have to pretend, I know you are awake," A thick german accent came from the man who was standing at her cell.

Kaz cursed internally. So much for that plan. She didn't dare move her head, however. She felt exposed and vulnerable. It didn't help knowing that this man standing outside the cell was German. The last thing she wanted was to be locked up with the damn enemy.

"GET UP," The man bellowed. Kaz flinched. She sat up, terrified at who was standing in front of her. He was tall, had brown hair and sharp, upturned features.

She wanted to ask where she was and who he was, but she didn't dare speak.

The man looked down at her behind the cell door, his eyes narrowing as he examined her. His tone was harsh, making Kaz shiver.

"Now, be a good girl and step closer to the bars of the cell. I want to get a look at you." Kaz felt her legs shaking and her heart racing as she heard his commanding tone. She managed to shakily get to her feet and step closer to the bars of the cell.

His hand slipped through the iron bars and grabbed her face. He clicked his tongue.

"You are not a soldier, no? What are you doing on the battlefield?"

His hand was cold and Kaz felt her body start to shake as he grabbed her face. She did her best to keep her voice from shaking as she answered.

"I'm a-a nurse. I was stationed at a facility on the frontlines."

"A frontline nurse? Tell me, nurse, what is your name?"

Her mind had the brief thought to give him a fake name, in hopes that he wouldn't be able to find out her true identity. But it passed just as quickly. A man like him could probably find anything he wanted to.

"I'm Kaz. Kaz Barnes."

"Kaz Barnes," He nodded, and harshly let go of her face. "Well Kaz Barnes, we are going to get very close during your stay here with HYDRA." The smile he gave her was sickly and menacing. It made Kaz want to throw up. Her heart racing and her brain spinning. HYDRA. That was the name Bill had told them to watch out for. HYDRA was the enemy. And HYDRA had her. Kaz was terrified.

But she didn't want to show it. She wanted to be strong. So she met his gaze and tried to keep her voice steady.

"What do you want from me?"

"What do I want from Kaz Barnes? Hm," He pretended to think about it. "Cooperation would certainly be helpful, for both you and me, no?" Kaz felt a chill go down her spine. But she tried to keep up a brave face as she responded.

"And if I comply with what you want, what will I get in return?"

"Feisty one, eh? How about this, you cooperate with us, and we will let you see your brother again. James Barnes I presume," A look of panic flashed through Kaz's face. Bucky was there.

Kaz swore internally. Bucky was alive. But he was somewhere in this godforsaken place, probably about as worse off as she was. But she still couldn't crack and let them see the fear on her face.

"What if I refuse?"

"We will still get what we need from you, even if you are in more pain," he said. Kaz felt her blood run cold. If she didn't cooperate, they would hurt her. And they'd hurt her a lot.

"I... I'll cooperate. I'll do whatever you want. Just please... please don't hurt my brother." He gave her a small nod, then flicked his fingers to beckon someone else.

"Get her out and take her to lab one. We must begin right away."

Kaz's heart was racing even faster now. Lab one. What would they do to her in a lab?

Two men came up and unlocked the cell door. One of them grabbed her arms and started to drag her away.

"Wait wait wait- what's happening? I don't-" Kaz started to protest but a harsh shush shut her up.

The man who was dragging her away didn't respond. His grip on her arm was tight and unwavering. He led her out of the cell room and down a twisting hallway. They came to a heavy metal door with a card scanner. The man swiped his card and the door opened.

He shoved her into the room and the door slammed shut behind her with a loud thud.

Kaz's eyes widened as she took in the sight before her. Machines and medical equipment crowded the room. And in the center of it all was some sort of chair. A chair with thick straps on it that looked very well used.

What was going to happen to her? Her thoughts were interrupted by the loud creaking of the door behind her. The tall man from before entered the room. Kaz instinctively stepped back as he did so. He had a menacing air about him, as if he knew he was in complete control of the situation.

"Time to sit down, Miss Barnes," He said as he gestured to the chair in the center of the room.

"What is that?" She asked, not moving a muscle. Johann clicked his tongue as he walked around the chair.

"This is what is going to make you cooperate with us. It's a machine used for... shall we say, conditioning." Kaz's heart pounded out of her chest. "Take a seat." He gestured to the chair again. The man was watching her closely and waited to see if she'd obey or resist. She thought about it for a moment, but decided it would be much more beneficial to her if she complied.

Johann gave a small satisfied nod when she obeyed. He watched as she stepped up to the chair and sat down.

"Good. I knew you'd be smart enough to cooperate," He said, a smile on his face. "This process would be much more difficult if you didn't participate, you know. And it would be much more unpleasant for you."

As she sat in the chair the cold metal made her shiver. Two more men entered the room and immediately began to prep the machine. There were small wires connected in different areas on the chair that would attach to her body.

"Now, this next part may hurt a bit," Johann said. "We apologize in advance but it is necessary."

The men finished securing her to the chair. Kaz couldn't move an inch. The bonds on her wrists and ankles had her stuck in place.

Johann smiled as he watched the workers set up the last of the wiring. "There. All set, Miss Barnes. Are you ready to begin?" A gulp was the best she could give him. He chuckled at her reaction. "Ah, scared, are you? I'd be lying if I said that wasn't amusing."

A couple more men had entered the room. One of them walked over to the control panel, while the others stood off to the side.

"Alright, Miss Barnes. I trust you'll try to cooperate. This will be painful, but you want to see your brother again, don't you?" She nodded. "Oh yes, one last thing. You'll want to bite down on this," Kaz didn't even get the chance to respond. The mold was shoved into her mouth, causing her to gag.

A man at the control panel spoke up. "Sir, we're ready to begin." 

[valdez-my-love]

“Unsteady” || Marc Spector

(fanfiction) Marc Spector x fem! OC

[ my works in Polish are available on Wattpad ValdezMyLove and in English on Wattpad VenniLanRosie]

PROLOGUE “HOW DID IT START?”

Malibu

summer 2005

ONE MOMENT COULD CHANGE A PERSON'S WHOLE LIFE WHEN THEY LEAST EXPECTED IT. This is how Ivelle Stark would describe the evening when a group of military men came to the bar where she worked. She honestly wasn't thrilled about it, as she knew exactly how many of them acted after having a few drinks. She had to deal with them too often — all thanks to her older brother Tony, who ran a company that created an arsenal for the United States Army.

But she knew she could never date one of them — she couldn't fall in love with someone she could lose in a second and then suffer twice as much, especially since she was quite an emotional person. She felt like she couldn't survive something like that.

Someone might say that after what she had experienced during her two-year training at the academy, where future agents of the organization founded by her father Howard were trained, she should have been tough and unfeeling. But she couldn't do it — emotions were something she didn't want to get rid of because it felt like she was becoming a robot. She tried to do it once, but she couldn't, so she gave up. She concluded that it was not worth forcing a change if someone couldn't do it, as was the case with her. This was the reason why she abandoned her training a year ago and returned home.

Thanks to Tony, or rather the tutors he provided, she began preparing for the exams, which she managed to pass, and because of this, she got into law school in New York, which she had dreamed of before starting her agent training. She had always been homeschooled, so that made it a lot easier for her, although she dreamed of studying in a regular school. She promised herself that if she ever had children, they would have a life she couldn't experience — at least as normal as being in the Stark family allows.

"Damn it," the girl muttered, seeing the group at one of the tables, or rather several, because they had managed to push them together. She didn't like the fact that of all the bars in Malibu, they had to choose the one where she worked. "Why can't one evening be complete without drunken recruits? What did we do to deserve this?"

"What happened?" Layla, a girl she met while working there, asked her. They found a common language very quickly, which meant that at times they communicated with each other almost without words. They hadn't worked together for long, but they became very close. "I thought this sight was normal for you, considering your brother's job."

The girl shook her head. She just wasn't in the mood to serve them. If they came, she knew only too well what that meant for them — they were about to fly to the front. They either didn't come back alive, or if they did... they weren't themselves, although that was putting it mildly.

Ivelle was just like that — sometimes she was too empathetic, which caused various situations, even not entirely positive ones.

"Hello, Ellie," Rhodes, her older brother's best friend, walked up to the bar where young Stark was standing.

Ivelle knew perfectly well that she was not a Stark in flesh and blood but had been adopted when she was three, but she had no problem with it at all. She always said that family is not only about blood ties. She and Tony were the perfect example of this — even if her brother's personality was different, she knew he would do anything for her, just as she did for him. Their relationship was definitely more important to her than whether they were related by blood.

She was happy that she had the opportunity to experience love that many children could only dream of. She paid absolutely no attention to how her peers laughed at her and said very unpleasant things about her. She had one low moment early on, where she asked Tony if he regretted having to take care of her after Howard and Maria died. What he replied to her then became deeply embedded in the girl's memory.

"You may be my adoptive sister, but it doesn't change the fact that thanks to you, I feel a semblance of normality. Just because I work a lot doesn't mean I avoid you or anything. I just want you to have a better life than what I had at your age."

He tried for her, and she... she couldn't even tell him what she had been doing in the last years she had been studying at the academy. She couldn't do it for his safety. He was her only loved one, and she wouldn't forgive herself if she had to lose him because of her recklessness.

"Hey, Rhodey," she said with a smile, hugging the dark-skinned man, which he returned with the same joy. "What are you doing with the Marines? After all, you serve as an Air Force pilot."

"A friend asked me to keep an eye on them," he replied, nodding at the group of young men. He sighed heavily. "Some of them leave in a few days, others in a dozen or so weeks... You understand."

Just as she thought... she wasn't wrong even in the slightest. There was no way, considering she knew how it all worked. She really felt sorry for them, but at the same time, she knew that it was their conscious decision and they knew what they were signing up for when they joined the army.

"I didn't know you were still babysitting," she laughed, drying the dishes. "I thought after taking care of little me, you'd had enough of it."

Rhodes burst out laughing. He laughed about it now, but Ivelle knew it had taken some of his nerves to keep an eye on her. In fact, even a lot. After all, she was everywhere.

"You were a good child, after all," he replied, smiling. "It was quite a pleasure to be able to do that."

"Yeah... when I hid in the tree house and you couldn't find me, you probably weren't laughing," replied the girl, fixing her hair, which was tied up in a ponytail. "I thought you would curse me forever with your rage."

The man laughed again.

"Ivelle and her childhood sins?" Layla appeared curious next to them. Miss Stark wasn't too happy that her best friend would learn some story from her childhood. "Why don't I know anything about this, huh?"

The girl just shook her head in amusement, and Rhodes returned to the original topic of their conversation.

"After all, this group..." he pointed to his charges to the girls. They were having quite a good time, and they hadn't had a chance to drink anything alcoholic yet. "They're on a completely different level, or at least some of them are."

The girl apologized to her friend and then approached the table. Three of her peers, at least those of similar age to her, took notice of her without hesitation. The fourth of them... was quite withdrawn for the girl's taste. It didn't fit the description of the soldiers she had already met, but at the same time, she felt intrigued by him.

"What is such a pretty girl doing in such a dive?" he asked her as his companions started checking out other girls and she managed to take their orders. "You don't seem like an ordinary waitress to me."

"I'm trying to earn money for college because I hate asking my brother for anything. He's already done too much for me in the last year, although I'm grateful for that," she said, making him laugh. "You also don't fit the image of an ordinary soldier I knew so far..."

He was definitely different from the others, which made her want to get to know him better, but she was afraid that their relationship would not end well. She could get attached to some people way too easily, and she knew it.

The boy smiled and then shook her hand.

"I'm Marc Spector," he introduced himself.

The girl shook his hand. There was something about him, and she could see it perfectly. He was a walking mystery to her.

"And I'm Ivelle Stark," she said. "Nice to meet you."

"Nice name," her interlocutor replied. "Quite unusual... Still, I think you deserve a much better job than dealing with drunk people."

The girl smiled at him, and Marc himself felt really good around her, which was surprising to him. After everything he had been through in his life, he never thought he would meet someone like the girl in front of him again. They may have only known each other for a few minutes, but he felt somewhere deep down that he could trust her and even let her get closer to him, if something more was to come from this relationship. He didn't really know if he wanted that. However, he knew perfectly well that fate could play some really good tricks.

The girl returned to the bar to prepare the orders for the young Marines, but her attitude was completely different than a few moments ago. Layla had already noticed this.

"What changed you so suddenly?" she asked, smiling. "Just a moment ago you weren't exactly thrilled about having to go to them."

The girl waved her hand at this question. She knew that El-Faouly had already added something, but she knew what it was like. She realized that her friend would love to find her a boyfriend against her will, but she didn't need anyone to be happy. At least that's what she thought at that moment…

THE CONTINUATION OF THAT EVENING WAS NOT VERY POSITIVE, AT LEAST NOT ONE HUNDRED PERCENT. Even Rhodes' intervention did not help much, because the new addition to the army caused quite a stir, which was nothing new in this place. Young Stark wanted to throw them all out of there, but she knew she couldn't handle them on her own — after all, there were several of them, and they were definitely stronger. Even if Layla wanted to help her, she knew it wouldn't do much good.

"Of course," one of the drunk boys muttered towards them, pushing Ivelle. "We fight for people like them, and two ordinary waitresses will pay attention to us?"

"You destroyed half the bar!" Layla exclaimed. "What the hell did you expect, you idiot? We're not here to pat your heads!"

The same boy swung at Ivelle again, but at the last moment someone caught him and punched him in the face.

"You must not raise your hand against the defenseless!" Marc called to him. "We are here to protect them, not harm them!"

Young Stark was shocked after he stood up for her. She didn't expect that he was able to do this for a complete stranger. He was completely different from his colleagues — she knew that one hundred percent now.

He impressed her very much — she could tell by the way her heart was beating like crazy just by looking at Spector.

Did this mean that she had just fallen in love against her principles? Possibly... but she wasn't one hundred percent sure about it.

[jackiequick]

Jennie Rue Woods — Marvel’s Timeless Gal 📝

MARVELOUS AU — Auntie JJ

Full name: Jennifer Ruth Underwoods

Other Identity: Jeanie Woods

Nicknames: Jen, Jennie, Jeanie, Jean, Ruthy, Rue, JJ, Dollface, Barbie, Quinnie, Fefe

Age: 28–32 (87 years of age)

Birthday: June 30, 1923 (Cancer)

Height: 5’5 (5’7 in heels)

Occupations: Waitress, Coffee Girl, SSR Sectary, Agent, Widow, Mama Bear, Assistant

Alias: Alexa Bowmen, Paige McKenna, Jacquline Stark, London Holloway, Olivia Erhart, Eliza Pearson, Emily King, Barbra James Scott, Ashlee Lance

Family:

- Parents, Alexander & Fran Underwood (dead)

- Older Sister, Dolores Marie Underwood (dead to her)

- Sister, Peggy Carter (the big sister she never had)

- Brother Figures, Jack Thompson & Daniel Sousa (her boys)

- Howard & Maria Stark (her found family)

- Anthony Edwards Stark (her nephew #1)

- Rei Stark ( #1 godchild )

- And list goes on!

Relationship status: Single, but has dated and been engaged once

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Personality: Jen is a sarcastic goofball with a heart of gold despite all the crap she been through in life. On occasion she is spirited, stubborn and determined. Not just that, she’s quick-witted with a sharp tongue. However she is very kindhearted, a little slow at times but she’ll get there, she can get distracted very easily at times and motherly to those around her.

Due to being on her own for a good part of her life, she ended up being observant and trying to be resourceful. She has a knack for getting information without raising suspicion and being sneaky for the most part.

Style:

Evie has a vintage and classy style, often seen in 1940s-inspired dresses, with a touch of modern flair. Her wardrobe reflects her independent spirit and love for classic fashion. Even as she progresses over the decades she stays with a simple yet gentle sense of fashion as a way to blend in with the crowd.

Skills:

Proficient with weapons, particularly guns.

Basic combat

Previously worked as a nurse during WWII, honing her medical skills.

Quick thinker, adapts well to challenging situations.

Handle a control panel

Design and disguise

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—Background:

Jen grew up in a decent sized house with a Russian father and a Italian-American mother, along with her older sister Dottie. When it came to both children, their parents loved them both the exact same.

However, behind the smiles and glittering eyes on both daughters held an small rivalry that over time.

Dottie was always the one-upper of the pair, acting like she knew more and always one step ahead of everything. Hell, Dottie enjoyed having her nose in her young sister’s business, ignoring her most of the day, parenting her like she was a second-mother and treating her sister, Jen, like a pest that she couldn’t stand.

But Jen wasn’t far behind either, as she rather enjoyed sometimes sticking her nose in older sister’s business, taking her sweater without asking and bugging her with whatever new thing she was obsessed with at the moment. The difference was that Jen knew her limits, as she held a fear behind her smile when it came to Dottie, often intimated by her status and rude attuned attitude.

It didn’t help that both ladies couldn’t be more different when it came to their interests.

In result, it often led to plenty of bickering, fighting over every single thing possible and barking off more than they can chew.

However, it all came to a sudden pause when their father Alexander was overseas with Dottie to Russia saying they had business to attend to. Her mother only simply nodded and hugged them both watching them drive away, before entering the house to continue her daily task, asking Jen to follow behind.

The girl was confused on the matter and questioned the trip later that night. Her mother, Fran, simply told her that Dottie was one of the few girls signed off to train and becomes a skilled fighter.

Saying that one day, Jennifer might get her turn to do the same but the young blonde refused the idea. She rather stay home, be a kind young lady, fall in love, paint all the gardens in the fields and learn what she needs to in America. She visited Russia before, as she always found it to be colder and unassuming to her likely.

Whatever Dottie was doing, Jennifer wanted no part of it.

Thankfully, with a small sigh, her mother agreed to her dreams and kissed her cheek.

Years later, Jennifer would learn what her sister was doing and fought to not follow the same path. She had to desire to become a skilled fighter in Mother Russia and train to be become an assistant to The Red Room. But faith had other plans, as her parents promised her to do a trail run, live in Russia and educate herself into getting certificate of achievement.

Just for a few short months. 3 months.

With a deep sigh and small grunt, she did so as promised. In The Red Room, she was made to watch videos on culture, read books, take any notes and practice her knowledge on what she already knows. Not just that, Jennifer was brought in to take up a couple of activities such as dance, carefully handle weaponry, learning basic combat and drive a vehicle, if she ever needs to hot-wire and getaway.

Jennifer wouldn’t admit it but a small part of her enjoyed watching the women in those rooms all move in one single motion like trained dancers, ready to performance for a show on stage, and she was in the front row getting a glimpse of the sight.

She looked over her shoulder as a tall shadow took behind her, she gulped assuming it was one of the teachers ready to shout in her face for sneaking out of her bedroom this late in the afternoon, but instead it was her older sister.

“What?” She grunted out, spinning to face the taller blonde.

The tall blonde held a slinging smirk, “Nothing. Like what you see?”

“You’re new high ponytail or the performance?”

“Both, Fefe.”

“Don’t fall me that. What do you want?”

“Just want to know if my baby sister is enjoying it here?”

“You mean having my wrist cuffed to the bed, being held in a isolated room twice a week with no windows and a locked door? Oh yeah, I love it.” She repiled with a sarcastic tone.

Dottie grinned, “And having me here as a upper classmen.”

“Yeah…that. When are you gonna realize you’re just as insane to enjoy this, Dot? You love it here and actually find it trilling. I don’t.”

“Oh, Fefe, when are you gonna realize that with this opportunity you can be just like me? With grace and perfection.”

“That’s my point. I am not like you and I will never be like you. And when my time is up, I won’t be seeing you ever again.”

And Jennifer was right.

She was out of the building soon enough, in hopes to keep her head down and never have to be stuck in a place like that again. But Dottie did warn her as a hard heavy threat, one day, they will try and offer you a deal, snatched her up and order her to work for them.

Jennifer grunted and hoped with her luck, she wouldn’t. However, as lucky as she was with never being dragged there again, she did have Dottie reappear later on her life once or twice just for add measure…

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📰~The 1940s~ 💡

Plenty years past since those 3 sleepless months within that building and Jen couldn’t be more pleased with herself to be blessed to see a new path her way.

She was living in New York City, Queens as a waitress and painting on the side. She enjoyed painting the city skyline, the people in the park and her favorite flowers whenever possible. She was what many called her, a cartoonist. And her job wasn’t so bad either, yes the clients can be rude and annoying at times, but she made it work.

And her uniform was her biggest perk of her job. The simple teal-blue dress, her white headband, brown flats and her cute pins over her apron.

It was good, also with the fact she clocked out early to visit the fair, as everyone was there to see all the new attractions, men getting tested to see if they’re qualified for the war, people going dancing and much more. One evening, she found herself reading the newspaper wondering the fair, enjoying the sights, getting a drink and eventually standing in the crowd to see the main attraction.

Howard Stark. The Expo.

Little did she know that the man on that stage would change her life, by becoming apart of it.

She laughed, awed and smiled during the show. Even catching glimpses of his young sibling on stage, who eventually joined him.

She looked over her shoulder noticing a ‘help wanted’ signed stamped over a couple of posters, removing one of the tickets and followed to the small building to see what can could apply for. It seemed with the war going on, they need volunteers to help nurse the men on the field and inside buildings. Jennifer thought for a moment, onto her decision but then realized that it was worth it to help the good wanting to men serve their country.

Two weeks laters, she was working as a volunteered nurse. She got tested, signed off and given new uniform to wear. When a certain doctor asked for her name, it seemed like he missed heard it, as he wrote down a different name under her paperwork.

Instead of Jennie Underwood, he put down ‘Jeanie Wood’.

Jen didn’t know if it was on purpose it or not, but it taken her by a surprise at the name. The last person to give her a similar name like that was her 5th grade English teacher, yet she wasn’t complaining. She liked it, a lot.

And if she had to admit, she enjoyed it more than she expected, making friends with the other nurses, checking on the vitals of men and women, along with cleaning their wounds. It’s also when she met Miss Margaret “Peggy” Carter, who came in to recruit some nurses for an experimental program to help out the war, as she was handpicked to do so.

To say, Peggy Carter wowed Jen was an understatement. The women was kind, fierce, charming, witty, a little sassy, had a stronghold on her role here and cared for others. It surprised her how Peggy took a liking to her during those days spent on the job.

That same week, she met Howard Stark as he was preparing for the super solider experiment that she was apart of. The moment Howard met her, he was dazzled, in awe and flirting with the blonde. That was the first time Jennie ever actually blushed and smiled, turning her face to hide her blush from Howard’s darling compliments and witty comments.

Howard simply smiled at her blushing and went off to finish preparing his equipment for the day, before offering to buy her lunch. His tongue accidentally slipped nicknaming her ‘JJ’ for short. Jennie hesitated as she removed her gloves after preparing the equipment and serum with the other nurses needed for tomorrow. One of the nurses nudged her to say ‘yes’ as Jennie just smiled and nodded, following the brunette out the door.

The following day, she met Steve Rogers, as she was there helping to performance the processor and watching the man transform from a skinny kid to a tall solider. But the cheers and awes were cut short as Dr. Erskine died, causing Jennie to remove a gun off the table aiming at the person who fired the shot, but missed by a close second as the man ran out the door. Before she can get a second to blink, Steve and Peggy raced out the door to follow him. Jennie stayed behind to help, get Dr. Erskine to a more comfort position and calm down the crowd.

After that whole event, things were put back into swings as the war went on, Steve became Captain America serving his country, Peggy was brought to help, along with Howard and Jennie to do their part in serving for the better of their playing field.

Once again, she was given a slight change of clothing instead of white, it was light browns and a dark brown jacket to watch.

Jennie was put to work, not as a volunteered nurse, but a someone who helped with the design and coordinates for any trips. She put her skills to some use, which made her smile. Soon enough, the war ended per say in some victorious cheers and others in sorrows for the ones they lost.

When Steve Rogers went down in the plane, after speaking to Peggy on the radio as their side of the speakers cut to static, Jen was the first to enter the room and pull the English brunette into an tight embrace.

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💭 ~Meetings and revisiting the past~📑

Once the war ended, Peggy and Jen stayed friends, keeping Howard in touch of course. As both were brought to working in New York City at The SSR (which would later on become SHIELD), Peggy worked at an assigned sectary despite her endless response to her being able to do more. Daniel Sousa saw more in her, which made the women smile at the thought and respect she got from him.

Meanwhile Jen didn’t mind it being the coffee girl/assistant at the SSR, basically a sectary with a nicer name. It gave her a flexible schedule most days, other days she was spent working later hours at her desk.

Thankfully she had Agent Jack Thompson to keep her company, despite his personality, the man saw Jennie as a little sister whenever she entered the building. As if he wanted to shield her from harm and have her stand back from the tough stuff, even through she reminds him that she seen men come back from the war wounded or worse.

Jack would sometimes buy her burger if they knew everyone was gonna be working a late night. He would often bicker with her and Peggy as the English women rolled her eyes, but Jen would respond by saying that it seems like Thompson has a crush on Carter. Which results in Peggy chuckling at the blonde women.

Things were going fine until Howard Stark was wanted for crimes against the country, recruiting for Peggy to help find the truth and prove him innocent. She even entrusted his butler Edwin Jarvis to asset her with the investigation.

In which Jennie met while she was getting herself coffee one morning at the diner where she used to work as a waitress, ordering Mr. Jarvis a coffee.

Mr. Jarvis smiled and thanked for, offering to pay for her donut as an exchange. They soon became friends after that. Little did Jarvis know that Jennifer would become good friends with his lovely wife, Ana, too.

Jennifer didn’t want any to be thrown too far into the mix of things, as she eventually joined to the two Brits on their investigation.

Especially after the plot thicken, she started to be thrown in for a loop as The SSR all visited Russia and reunited with The Howling Commandos, finding themselves in a building that once held many men and women who were spies.

The beds with handcuffs, weird therapists, scientists and much more on that visit to Russia. At one point, Jen froze as she stayed rubbing her wrist at the sight, as it took A Howling Commando to drag her out of the rooms. Hell, some of their own agents froze at the sights, meanwhile others stayed strong during the fight.

On the plane ride home, Jen started to let Peggy in on why she froze, but not everything, as Peggy held the blonde close. Jen was given flashbacks to those 3 months in Mother Russia, the trips she went on and how during the war she remembered the men she had to nurse coming home lost to confused.

But the biggest punch to the grunt was when she saw her older sister on the streets of NYC, under some false name living at The Griffith Hotel for Women, pretending to be some new lady here and wanting to go sightseeing. It made her sick, especially since Dottie got closer to Peggy and watched her baby sister from afar, with sneaky eyes to see her next move.

That’s when everything made sense to Jen.

Dottie was here undercover working for someone who was framing Howard Stark and having everyone turn against the man. Peggy didn’t fully believe Jennie at first when she came in with her claims, Jack Thompson nor Daniel Sousa did either, but soon enough the truth came into full force.

As one could imagine things took a turn for people at The SRR, as they close in on Howard Stark, the true enemies are revealed and much more to everyone involved. As they planned to draw out the real threat, The Leviathan.

But it goes awry when Dottie Underwood distract the agents while Stark is kidnapped, as her boss uses hypnosis to make Howard drop as gasp he invented called “Midnight Oil” to onto Time Square.

Thankfully with Jarvis’s help, they all found them just in time. Jack Thompson and Daniel Sousa handled The Leviathan, who’s name was Johann Fennhoff. Meanwhile Jennie, Jarvis and Peggy handled Dottie, while also trying to convince Howard to not drop the gas over Time Square.

To say Dottie was excited to see her sister again in full swing and having a thrilling fight with Peggy was an understatement.

However this time, Jennie wasn’t too frightened to fight her sister again, as she found strategy and strength in herself to be more confident. It was a bigger perk, that this time around, she had Peggy who was more than intrigued to battle Dottie after their last encounter.

In the end, things were brought to light, they defeated Dottie (who escaped), the right people were imprisoned with scheming with Zola and everyone was given a chance to breath once again.

But like always, life for Jen didn’t stop there as she moved to Los Angeles for her next adventure…

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🦅~The 50s—60s~ 🕰️

In 1956, things were looking swell for Jennie as she was working for SHIELD in Los Angeles as an agent. She had her own office, meetings scheduled, kept designing models, going out to dinners and the occasional trip for sizable missions.

She discovered she had a little love for the unknown, collecting items, designing, doing presentations and going on trips to report new things back to SHIELD headquarters.

She was the one to design the SHIELD logo and style of the front over the years after all. Her and Howard liked with idea of an eagle with spread wings.

-> Eagles with its keen eyes symbolized courage, healing, hope, vision, resilience and most importantly strength.

However one late spring night, everything flipped on it’s head for Jennie. It was one of their agent’s bridal shower and she was invited to join in the celebration, free drinks and food, of course she was coming.

Yet, she was soon about to regret that trip.

She was driving home in one of SHIELD’s invented cars, that was had a working mentor that connected to the battery phone. She was on the phone was Jarvis’ wife, Ana, talking about how wonderful her weekend was, crossing a simple long bridge, when a light shower of rain started to fall from above. It wasn’t anything unusual, the weather did call for a light shower that weekend, but what took her by surprise is the springing dose of snowflakes.

“Uh, Ana, I’ll have to call you back…” She said, hanging up the phone and hanging it back where it belong.

It was simply magical to such a sight, however it went from beauty to a beast wanting the snowflakes became a slamming balls of hail hitting the car as she started to carefully hurry along the bridge. However the road soon became dangerous, causing her to swirl off the path and hitting the railing as her car went flying and smash into the water.

The faint sounds of the phone could be heard, ringing with a voice on the other end as the car drowned into the large body of water. In the car, Jennifer was silent with bruises and cuts all over her body, her forehead held a large cut that was covered by blood.

Her breathing stopped as her heartbeat slowed down in seconds, her core body temperature dropped greatly. At that very moment her heart stopped beating.

At 8:55pm, a blot of lighten struck the car. The volts of electricity impact was more than strong enough to reset the heart into a clear rhythm. Jeanie Woods—Jennie Underwoods body slowly lifted from the lower end of the car to regain its awareness. Her head rushed to the surface, jolting out of her anoxic state, causing her to draw her first breath in 4 minutes.

Cough and breathing heavy, Jennie regain memory of recent events, using all her skilled strength within her to carefully climb out of the car, knocking the side door open capturing the cool air that surrounding her.

She breathed heavily, spreading outside of the side door and swimming forwards to the surface, finding a pot of greenery in the cold depths of the night. Once she climbing onto the grass, rolling over as she let her back hit the grass such a reliving impact. She squeezed her eyes shut and opened it once again to watch the snowy sky fall onto her cool skin.

Well, she was screwed.

Thankfully she crawled onto her feet and found the nearest gas station, entering a phone booth to call Jarvis to pick her up. And being the good friend he was, the man arrived with a blanket as well, bringing to his house to stay the night. She explained to Jarvis the accident, planning on trying to recall everything she could remember to have it on record of that night and how the car was totaled in the process, but the man didn’t care as long as she was safe and sound.

As the years went, she credited her appearance to a healthy diet, often exercising, skin care, good genes and just plain luck. However actions was required only months laters when she was pulled over for a minor traffic infraction.

“Ma’am, it says here that you were born in 1923.” Said the officer.

“That’s right, officer.” She repiled with a kind smile.

“That would make you 40?”

“Yes. I look young for my age.”

“Ma’am I might have to hold onto this.”

The two talked by the man didn’t look so convinced, asking to come by the station tomorrow if possible and to bring her birth certificate.

That’s when she knew she needed to start packing, calling up family and making a few adjustments to her life. That’s when she moved back to New York City for a while, keeping her job within SHIELD, but taking up studies for medicine to research her condition, talks with other scientists.

But they all slowly came to the conclusion that it seems like there was no results for her condition, despite the records, recalling of events and etc.

It happened again where officers would stop the women and question her appearance, age and name. Even tried to take her into the station, as she would always do what she must to get out of it, even call up a friend for witness.

Packing up once again, making a couple of whole calls and planes to drive off somewhere off the grid of neither New York or LA, she found herself in San Diego instead. Making sure that Peggy, Howard, Jarvis and their friends know what to do, if anyone contract them, remove any records and to do something about the officers who taken her originally.

In result, Jennie Woods went on to change her name, keep her files close to her chest, residence and appearance the best she could every decade. And to never speak a true word of her fate to answer living soul (unless they were family of course).

To her relief, as the years went on things calmed down and she was less frequently questioned, however she would get wondering eyes at work.

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🐤~Auntie JJ~ 🪿

-> May 29th, 1970 her nephew Anthony Edward Stark was born.

The day she held that tiny will soul in her arms, she knew she would love him til her dying days. She would take care of him, spoil the boy, and make sure he knew he was loved, even if she wasn’t there everyday to see him.

And that she did.

In the 70s, Maria and Howard knew they would need a pair of helping hands, aside from Jarvis, as they offered for the women to live with them. And of course, she said yes.

Jennie was there every step of the way and she loved it. Watching Tony grow up, taking his first step, first words, teaching him to read and write. Hell, when he was old enough, Tony would draw her so many drawings that she hang up in her office showcasing her godson’s work.

There were plenty of days and nights where neither of his parents were around as work and events took up their time, so in result if she was free, Jennie would do it.

“..’So after Lisa sewed on the missing button, she gave Corduory a big hug.’ The End. Now it’s time for my little bear to go to sleep.” She said closing the book with a smile.

Usually the 7 year old would give her a sleepy remark but after the long day he had, he decided against it. He rolled onto his side getting comfy.

“Auntie JJ?” He yawned in his small voice.

“Yes baby?” She asked standing up and putting the book back on his bookshelf.

“Would you always love me like Lisa love Corduroy?”

Jennie paused what she was doing as a small smile appeared on her lip at the question, she turned out and kneeled over the bed, placing a hand above Tony’s small cheek. Her warm touch smooth his worries.

“Of course I will, bubba” She replied and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

He smiled in returned, “Can we have pancakes tomorrow?”

“We will have to see. But first night night.”

“Night night.”

She gave him one more smile watching as his eyes closed, pulling his blanket closer. When she knew it was clear to leave, she gently closed the door behind her and escaped to the living room to watch a rerun of The Mary Tyler Moore Show.

Midway through the episode, she paused the taping and through back onto what Tony asked her earlier. She looked down at her lap, playing with the throw pillow in hand and sighed deeply. She knew why he asked that question, with his parents getting busier as the day goes by, especially at such a young age, it makes sense Tony would wonder if the adults in his life still love him.

And she meant what she said earlier, this unconditional love she has for her nephew is true. She adores that tiny little troublemaker, even if she sometimes drives him nuts, it’s one of the reasons she cares for him. He’ll keep on learning , as time slips through her fingers watching him grow up.

She knew she will be always try to be there for him, even if she’s in a different city, she’s only one call away.

And she was right.

Tony’s auntie JJ is there for him every time she can be. The smallest moments and his biggest. His graduations, his first true inventions, taking him out for ice cream, reading him bedtime stories, making him bacon on his birthday, the two of them sneaking off to watch movies late at time and the list goes on.

Hell, if she’s in the same room and near by, JJ is there to poke and pinch Tony when he says something he isn’t supposed to. Which results in him yelling a small, “Ow!” As she’ll give a smile in return or a certain look to tell him to quit it.

There are moments that his aunt JJ would have a date pick him and Tony would try to question his intentions with his aunt. Little did she know her godchild Rei would be the same way in the future. Every single one of her dates biggest haters.

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—Likes:

Mysteries, romance and detective novels

Waking up late

Coffee (of course!)

Classic movies from the golden era & sitcoms

Vintage fashion and style

Baking

Jewelry

Design

Painting & Drawing

Donuts

The sun setting

—Dislikes:

Narrow-mindedness

Cold coffee

Being underestimated or misjudged

Chaos in the house

Being underdressed or overdressed for an event

Sitting still for too long

Big Crowds

Closed spaces

Horror movies (however she enjoyed CW’s Supernatural)

Hiking

Fast rides

—Languages:

- Fluent in Spanish and English.

- Russian and Italian

- And some French

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—Additional information:

- Jennie has a couple of scars, some small and some are a little big

- She tends to wear reading glasses or sunglasses at a lot

- You can sometimes find her on the couch wearing her earbuds listening to her favorite songs or binge watching a series on her IPAD

- As said before she likes jewlery, so in result you can find her wearing rings, earrings and sometimes necklaces. Such as her charm bracelet she got as a gift back in the 80s from a old friend

- She has traveled a lot over the years, sometimes she been a place more than once or even lived there. As well, as she met a couple of likely faces too

- Due to trying to keep up her energy and stamina levels, when it came to changing her appearance Jennie always tried to have a little fun. Such as dying her hair different a color, giving herself a new haircut, buying statement pieces that seemed timeless and testing out makeup to make her blend in with the crowd

- When it comes to makeup, she tries to keep it rather simple (she used to wear a lot of over the years but it resulted in some acne)

- When she’s under stress or filled in anxiety while in public spaces, she tends to play with her nails, add pressure to her inner palm, rubbing her wrist, wipes her sweaty palms on her jeans and etc

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—That’s all folks! I wanted to add more detail about her but then it would’ve been wayyyy too long of a ride 😅

Anyways pls let me know what you think! Remember to like, comment and share

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Jarvis tapes on Jason’s life (or at least what the footage tells you) 🎞️

Jason Grayson Underwood was born at twelve-oh-one a.m., April 20th, 1922

at Children's Hospital, San Francisco,

the second child of Fran and Jonathan Underwood. His sister Dolores Marie Underwood only be 5 years old.

On the 16th of June in 1929, Mr & Mrs. Underwood would divorce taking both children their separate ways.

~~~~

August 30th 1943, Howard Stark and his sister Elizabeth Stark would come into the picture, change his life forever.

Meeting both of them during the war, alongside Agent Margaret ‘Peggy’ Carter. Who would later on become his sister in more ways than one.

Eighty-seven days later Jason met James Bucky Barnes and The Howling Commanders, crossing paths on the battle field with Captain America.

~~~~

After the war ended, Jason Underwood went on to work for the SSR. He had the opportunity to work selling watches in Texas and New York, but went on to become an associate of the organization.

Which is where he met Agent Jack Thompson, Daniel Sousa and plenty of others.

However he had another job underneath his belt as him, Edwin Jarvis and Agent Carter were given a job to locate Howard Stark’s stolen items while he hide away.

The whole time, half of the country was after him.

That’s when he would met his sister once again, Dottie Underwood, A Black Widow. As she worked with an scientist and Soviet spies to frame Stark’s items as dangerous as they seemed.

It was complicated.

He was not pleased and made sure his sister was behind bar for her crimes, with working for the wrong side. But she did not care, she never did.

He shot the scientist and spies with the help of the SSR who realized who was responsible for all of this.

They freed Howard and his sister from all charges. Jack Thompson became Chief Executive Officer in New York City.

But they all know Peggy Carter deserves all the credit for the job.

Daniel Sosua was promoted to Chief in California.

~~~~~

In 1947 New York City, Chief Jack Thompson and Agent Peggy Carter of the Strategic Scientific Reserve (SSR) apprehend Soviet spy Dottie Underwood.

Newly appointed Chief Daniel Sousa of the Los Angeles SSR office meets with Detective Andrew Henry, who has discovered a woman's body in a frozen lake during a heat wave.

That’s when Jason Underwood was called from his newly acquired home in Los Angeles for the job, requesting Agent Carter to sign onto the job.

Howard and his Elizabeth Stark were living in Los Angeles as well, making films and creating new inventions for their company.

~~~~

Ten weeks after filming a new movie Howard was creating and working on the case, Jason was driving north one night to his shared studio beach cottage when something highly unusual occurred, something almost magical...

Snow fell in Los Angeles, California. Heavy winds and hail stormed all into one. The car swing over the slippery slope of the bridge as he drove onto the main water, as he tried to pull up.

But failed to get the brakes to work.

The immersion in the frigid water caused Jason's body to go into an anoxic reflex, instantly stopping his breathing and slowing his heartbeat.

Within 2 minutes, Jason Underwood's core temperature had dropped to 87 degrees...

his heart stopped beating.

He was silent underneath the table of water for 7 minutes.

At 11: 55 a bolt of lightning struck the vehicle discharging half a billion volts of electricity and producing 60,000 amperes of current.

Its effect was threefold.

First, the charge defibrillated Jason Undwood's heart.

Second,

He was jolted out of his anoxic state causing him to draw his first breath in 3 minutes.

Third, based on Von Lehman's principle of electron compression in deoxyribonucleic acid, which will be discovered in the year two thousand thirty-five, Jason Underwood will henceforth be immune to the ravages of time...

he will never age another day.

~~~~~

Of course, he didn’t know that would be a harsh yet effective condition until later.

Wrapped in a cold sweat, dizziness and fatigue were the consequences of the accident.

He was in bed for a few days at the house or made to be sat down, as a nurse took his temperature while he helped study the case.

A field of zero matter and Whitney Frost, 2 times Oscar nominee who was a scientist at heart, was behind it. They hoped it wouldn’t be the rest of mission and the caseload conditions that harmed them.

But faith had other plans.

Peggy took the rest, after her painful defeat of almost being impaled by the help,to call Jason’s sister Dottie for undercover work.

It wasn’t the best thing, but worked like a charm. Dottie left getting her cut of the money and ran.

Soon enough, Jason, Peggy and others were up for the challenge to help finish the race in their job. It was a long and difficult process for the entire team but they made it work.

Zero matter was seemingly gone. Whitney Frost was put in prison.

~~~

Weeks went by.

He studied long and hard for weeks, working with Howard, Peggy, Dr. Wilkie Jones and Ana Jarvis on cases. Figure out the answer to the questions they had from their previous research on the mission.

And the effects left behind.

Jason found nothing on his plate of studies onto what happened to him, as the years went by he noticed his friends slowly turning around with age, as he stayed the same.

It wasn’t zero matter or the previous time on trips that harmed him.

It was something else.

Some would see it differently, thinking it as a blessing that he stopped aging, others might’ve called it a curse.

It just depends on who you were talking to.

For Jason, he made the blonde sick to his stomach and want to hide behind closed doors.

As the years passed, Jason credited her unchanging appearance to a combination of a healthy diet, exercise, heredity, and good luck.

He would travel around, change his name and mind. Leave for a couple of weeks every new decade.

It was all to prevent confusion, controversy and added pressure from anyone who might’ve wanted to sent him to a lab to be tested for his status. 

To protect himself and his loved ones…

~~~~

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[callmemana]

Marvel Fanfic :

Key: smut -🍓/fluff -🌼/ angst -🐂/ personal favorite - 👓/

Bruce Banner:

Can You Stay? @pottahishotasf 🍓🌼

Clint Barton:

Book:3 Sweeter Than Honey @toomanyrobins2 🍓🌼🐂👓

Come Back to Me Series @itsanerdlife 🌼🐂 (1/20)

Ex Games @itsanerdlife 🌼🐂 (1/20)

Hot Cocoa Kissing @clints-lucky-arrow 🌼🐂

Just For Tonight @clints-lucky-arrow 🌼🐂

Outlaws Promise Series @itsanerdlife 🌼🐂 (MC| 1/23)

Something Brewing Between Us @ghostofskywalker 🌼

Third Times The Charm @ghostofskywalker 🌼

Turn Off the Stove @clints-lucky-arrow 🍓🌼🐂

We All Fall Down Series @itsanerdlife 🌼🐂 (1/20)

Dr. Stephan Strange:

Dork @holylulusworld 🌼🐂

Strange Love @holylulusworld 🍓🌼🐂

Frank Castle:

Catch & Break @clints-lucky-arrow 🌼🐂

Coffee Laden-metaphor @rae-gar-targaryen 🌼🐂

I See Right Through You Series @forever-rogue 🌼🐂👓 (1/6)

Out Of The Question Series @itsanerdlife 🌼🐂 (MC|1/24)

Take It Slow @clints-lucky-arrow 🍓

Wet Metal @clints-lucky-arrow 🍓🐂

Natasha Romanov:

Black Umbrellas @neonovember 🌼🐂

Cooking Dinner For Her @ghostofskywalker 🌼👓

Fresh Kill Series @ghostofskywalker (mob au) 🌼🐂

Home Run Romance Series @ghostofskywalker 🌼🐂

Homecoming @ghostofskywalker 🌼👓

Meet The Avengers @ghostofskywalker 🌼🐂👓

You Take Care Of Her When Sick @ghostofskywalker 🌼

Thor:

A (Vi)king’s Love Series @holylulusworld 🍓🌼🐂(Vikings au)

Just A Dare @pottahishotasf 🍓🐂

The Fitness Pack 2 @holylulusworld 🌼🐂👓 (+sized!R)

The Hammer Series @holylulusworld 🍓🌼🐂 (MC)

Loki:

As The World Caves In @ghostofskywalker 🌼🐂

Dance The Night Away @ghostofskywalker 🌼🐂

Hangover Of A Lifetime @ghostofskywalker 🌼🐂

Sleepless Nights & Starry Eyes @ghostofskywalker 🌼🐂

[braveclementine]

Chamber

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OCs, which consist of Penny Fury, Elizabeth Nelson, Elijah Chan, Katya Venice, Violetta Moscow, Lan Le, Josh, Trang Tien, Ahni Jallow, Mai Ito, and Ghaida Kashual as well as other OCs that will come up throughout the story.

So this was pretty decent for the Galactic Magician because it has that dramatic flare that Lan has. Idk what the outfit underneath the cape is though. I also don't know what this background is because I didn't ask for a background lmao.

🚭🖖 ᔕŤᗝⓇƳ 🪠🍂

Penny was laying down on the couch in Steve's arms as they watched the first Harry Potter movie- again. They had been rewatching a lot of movies like Hunger Games, Divergent, Vampire Diaries, and others because of all the books Elizabeth had been reading and wanted to watch the movies.

Penny didn't mind so much. She enjoyed the Harry Potter series and it was nice to sit around and do something besides the constant teasing or the constant sex. Especially since her and Steves' baby was due in the next few days.

Trang was curled up with Clint and Tony while Ghaida sat in Thor's lap with Rhodey and Sam on either side of her. T'Challa and Bruce were curled up with Violetta and Natasha was with Wanda and Vision. Katya was half asleep in Stephen's arms as the wizard used some magic to ease her pain levels from the baby constantly shape shifting inside of her.

Bucky was next to Steve and Penny, holding Elizabeth in his arms. He was drawing circles on her outer thigh with his thumb, paying her more attention than the movie. She watched the TV screen.

Loki seemed just a little troubled, Penny had noticed. Ever since the Magneto incident and he had come back from Asgard empty handed. Penny wondered if Heimdall had either told him and Loki was disturbed, or Loki was frustrated because Heimdall wouldn't tell him.

Carol and Shang-Chi were there as well. Carol had grown her blond hair out again so that it was shoulder length and silky. Shang-Chi had also grown his hair out, giving him a sort've Sykkuno sort've look to him.

Penny watched the movie unfold until it was the Potions classroom scene where Professor Snape just decided to humiliate Harry in front of the entire class. Penny wasn't as deep into the lore or the understandings of all of the events, but she was pretty sure it was uncalled for.

"He's hot." Elizabeth suddenly said and everyone in the room turned to look at her.

Elijah, who had been sitting on the couch next to Loki, started to smirk, turning back to watch the TV screen.

"Him?" Clint asked in disgust.

"Well. . ." Elizabeth said slowly. "Not hot. . . more like handsome, attractive. . . he's very different. I like the long hair."

Sam and Rhodey glanced at each other, both of them sighing in disappointment.

"Hey pet." Loki said suddenly, slowly and everyone looked at him. When Elizabeth looked at him, he slowly changed to become a copy of Severus Snape.

Elizabeth didn't hesitate, bounding out of Bucky's arms and running over to Loki, climbing in his lap. Bucky pouted, grumbling to himself and Penny giggled.

"It's not funny." Bucky whined like a child.

"Grow up." Steve hummed mindlessly, mostly paying Penny's neck the most attention as he kissed it.

"Penny." Bucky whined and she giggled, before sliding off Steve's lap to sit between the two super soldiers. Bucky kissed her stomach, whispering something softly to the little baby inside, before resting his head on her leg.

Next time Penny looked up, Loki and Elizabeth were gone.

"Huh? Where'd they go?" Penny asked, confused.

"To fuck." Violetta said loudly, smirking over at Penny.

"He said he wasn't going to." Clint pointed out.

"Things change." Elijah smirked, swiping along something on his phone.

"Are you spying on them with the cameras?" Tony teased.

"Maybe." Elijah answered, not looking up from his phone, "What's it to you?"

"Aw, share the camera link." Tony pouted.

"I thought you were a genius." Nat and Trang teased him. "Just hack it."

"My dad is right." Penny mumbled, turning into Steve's side, "They are all so horny."

Steve chuckled, "You know I'm one of them, right?"

"And I'm pregnant in the last week. My sex drive has plummeted." Penny muttered.

"Until you give birth." Bucky grinned, "At least, probably. Elizabeth's sex drive spiked out of the atmosphere after she'd recovered from birthing the triplets."

The triplets in question were all in Pietro's arms, the Sokovian man asleep himself, sprawled on the floor while they crawled around them. Bucky chuckled while Natasha went over to pick up Kisa and Mateo in her arms.

Contractions had been hitting Penny for the last couple of days, which were apparently normal. Another one hit her and she bit the inside of her cheek to keep quiet.

"Are we still watching this?" Vi pointed at the movie scene, which had progressed to some sort of Quidditch scene.

"Nah, let's put on Jurassic Park." Rhodey said, getting up to change the DVD.

"Good idea." Katya smiled.

Penny suddenly felt something cool, liquid like trickle down her leg. She froze for a moment, trying to refocus her senses. She grabbed Steve's arm hard and he turned to look down at her. "Cookie?"

"I think my water just broke." She spoke in barely a whisper, wishing she'd worn a shorter skirt now. She felt so big and clumsy at the moment.

"What?" Bucky asked sharply, making everyone's attention turn towards the three of them.

"I said I think my water just broke." Penny repeated and they all grew both excited and nervous.

"Before anyone panics," Stephen said quickly, kissing the side of Katya's head and carefully getting up so not to jolt the girl to much. He walked over to Penny and knelt beside her before looking around.

"Bruce, Tony, go down to the medbay part of the lab and start setting up. Everyone else, pretty much just stay where you are. Steve, you can choose one other person to be in the room with you, that's it. Everyone else will have to wait."

Steve hesitated, looking between Bucky and Sam.

"Bucky." Sam said. "Choose Buck, Steve."

"Yeah. Buck." Steve said, clapping Bucky on the shoulder and then Stephen nodded. "We're just going to portal there, alright?"

Penny nodded, feeling calmer than the rest of them combined. "Uh, I have to call my dad-"

"L.I.T.Z.Y. was already programmed to call him the minute she knew your water broke. Don't worry about that." Trang called over from where she was sitting on the couch, while Stephen opened up a portal.

"Thanks." Penny said, getting to her feet and walking through the portal into the medbay where Tony and Bruce were hurriedly setting everything up. "Guys, relax, I don't think you need to rush that much."

"Just want to be prepared." Tony said. "Elizabeth's kids got the jump on Steve."

Steve went red a little and Penny looked at him curiously. Penny started to grin, "Steve?"

Steve mumbled the story of how he hadn't realized Elizabeth's water had broken while she was asleep and the babies literally started to birth right then and there and he didn't know until Elizabeth told him- after waking up- and then he could see the babies heads already.

Bucky apparently hadn't heard the story either, because he started to laugh his ass off. "Oh punk." He was laughing so hard he had to grab a chair for support.

Penny pouted, "You guys are so mean. That's such a cute, innocent story. I love that."

"Alright, let's get you on the bed." Bruce said, not paying attention to any of the other people in the room, more focused on making sure the baby was delivered healthy. "Stephen, are you sure you're fine delivering the baby? I have Doctor Tenpenny on speed dial."

"Yes Bruce." Stephen said, pulling on blue doctor gloves and also scrubs. Penny had zero clue where they'd come from. "Also, Tony, I love you, but you've gotta scooch." Stephen added, shooing Tony towards the door. "Send in Ghaida."

"Yes Doctor." Tony replied cheekily.

"Don't start." Stephen grumbled.

"Stop looking so worried." Penny said as she got up and into the hospital chair, looking over at the super soldiers. "Everything is going to be fine. Might be slow, maybe a little painful, but we're fine, alright?"

"I know." Steve said, fidgeting in his seat. "I just. . . I can't help but feel excited. I love Rue, Kisa, and Mateo but. . . this is a child of my own flesh and blood. I just can't wait to hold him or her."

"You're a sap." Bucky teased Steve.

Penny smiled at the banter as Steve playful pushed Bucky's shoulder. "You two are so cute."

Bucky pouted, "Cute? We're not cute? We're handsome."

Penny reached up to squish his cheeks together into an even bigger pout, "See? Cute, Aa-" She groaned a little as another contraction hit her.

"Isn't there anything to give her for the pain?" Steve asked in concern.

"Yes, of course." Stephen nodded, "But usually during a pregnancy, we go off the mother asking for pain medication. Penny knows if it's really to painful for her. Elizabeth, for example, had a natural birth with no medication or the such."

"Elizabeth's babies also came out in twenty seconds." Steve muttered under his breath.

"Nah, but Elizabeth would always do a natural birth." Ghaida said, scaring all of them as none of them had heard her come into the room. "She refuses any medications of any kind."

"Why?" Penny asked.

"She's a conspiracy theorist and believes that Big Pharma is out to kill everyone or sterilize everyone through medicine." Ghaida said softly.

"Well, couldn't you just ask Viden if Big Pharma is trying to kill us and then we'd all know?" Penny asked.

"Would you really want to know the answer?" Ghaida asked.

"Yes." Steve said quickly. "If the medicine that Stephen is about to give her could kill her or sterilize her or even harm the baby, yes we want to know."

Ghaida was silent for a moment and then stared at Steve, "Let me just put it this way. If the pharmaceutical companies cured you, they would no longer get a profit off of their products, would they?"

And with that she went along to help Bruce out at the other counter. Steve looked down at Penny, obviously worried. "Pen?"

"No." Penny said softly. "I mean, women could do natural births in the 1800s right? So can I."

"That's my tough girl." Bucky chuckled, kissing her forehead.

Penny smiled and waited for the baby to come out.

😑👩‍🏭 卩σv ς𝒽𝕒ＮᎶ𝔢 ❗️👨‍🏭

Loki sighed a little as he changed back to his normal form. Elizabeth laid sprawled on his lap, fast asleep, ass still red from where he'd spanked her. He'd been worried that he would go to hard on her, but she had loved it. His little masochist.

It had been amazing, almost like a form of roleplaying. Student and Professor. He had enjoyed it more than he thought he would have, considering he wasn't wearing his face and Elizabeth still seemed to love it. Maybe there were perks to it.

He ran a cold hand down her back to her ass, hoping to soothe the burning she might be feeling. He had wanted to take his frustrations and fears out along with anger and self guilt. Maybe he should have waited for Bucky or Steve, someone who could handle it without him worrying still. But as he delved into her thoughts, she was happily in bliss.

She had helped him take his mind off of things, him more focused on pulling every little reaction out of that well fucked mouth of hers, keeping in his role of the Professor. But now, when he had nothing to do, his mind was once again full of his past and of Heimdalls' words.

He groaned, laying his head back all the way, his fists to his eyes. He had long since stopped wishing that he too could see the future. The way Heimdall was so broken about it was heart wrenching. He couldn't imagine seeing something terrible and not trying to intervene. Heimdall had to have a reason.

He looked down at the sleeping girl in his arms. He wondered how she was so easy going with everything. She hadn't even been 'born' for more than a few months before she was already. . . well like it had never happened.

Still joyful, radiating happiness. Already sleeping with all of them, already knowing how to make her friends laugh, already having reconnected with her friends without a hitch. Rediscovered her powers and was somehow even more powerful than before. Still had her belief system, still had her ideologies and opinions, everything.

He didn't know how she did it, but he respected her. Admired her, even. He didn't think he could do it. But. . . maybe she was struggling and they didn't know it. Was she drowning and only pretending she was afloat?

He laid back fully on the bed, realizing his heart was racing more than he'd realized. Why was he so terrified of Heimdalls' words? What if this was all part of Heimdalls plan? If telling Loki something like this would have affected Heimdalls' 'happy future' then he wouldn't have told Loki at all.

Which meant Loki needed to stop worrying about it.

He closed his eyes, feeling more peaceful since the conversation for the first time. Everything would be fine. Heimdall was just getting on his nerves, like always.

And with that little nugget of positivity in mind, he closed his eyes, and fell asleep with his lovely kitten.

👌🍁 ᑭⓞⓥ 𝓒нÃ𝐧𝓖є 🧺👑

It took five hours for Steves baby boy to come out of Penny's womb. The boy had Steve's blond hair, but had actually taken after his mother with the eyes, one green and one blue. His skin was just slightly darker than either of theirs, also clearly taking after Penny's African American skin, but nowhere near as dark as her father.

"He's beautiful." Steve murmured, watching as Penny held the still bloody baby against her bare skin, letting the contact be there. Steve put out a hand, looking like he wanted to touch him, but there was hesitation.

"Do you want to hold him?" Penny asked softly, but still looking down at her gorgeous little boy. He was so adorable, his eyes open, staring up at her. He seemed so curious about the world around him.

"Can I?" Steve breathed out and Penny noticed his hands were shaking a bit. Bucky just leaned on his hand, giving Steve a small smile.

Penny carefully handed the boy over and immediately fell in love with Steve all over again, seeing him holding her baby. Their baby.

Stephen took him for a moment, before coming back with him, all clean and in a blue little onesie. "He's perfectly healthy. Curiously, he doesn't seem to have absolved much of Steve's super soldier serum. There's a little bit, but not much. I believe his strength will end up being just a little above average."

Steve smiled at that, clearly glad.

"He's about eight pounds, six ounces." Stephen continued. "And all of the other things like blood type, etc will be on the form. Do you guys have a name?"

Bucky chuckled, "Stop acting like a real doctor Stephen and just be a love."

Stephen smirked, "It's a bit ingrained in me Sergeant."

Bucky's eyes darkened just a little.

Steve slowly said, "There was um, someone I met in the army oversees. He was French and his name was Chamber. Our baby kind've looks like him. . . but it's kind've a weird name, isn't it?"

"He was amazing with weapons." Bucky smirked.

"Was that an innuendo?" Penny and Stephen asked together.

Steve chuckled but said, "Nah. He was straight."

"Oh so you did try?" Bruce chuckled, coming over as well.

"No." Steve said softly. "Neither of us ever dreamed of stepping out of soulmate lines back then."

"He was good looking though." Bucky said thoughtfully. "But then again, so was Howard Stark."

"NO!" Tony shouted from across the room, "Damnit why did you have to say that the moment I walk in! Stupid Robocop."

The entire room laughed and Bucky looked a little down all of a sudden, looking at the floor. Penny looked at Steve, but Steve hadn't noticed and Stephen had turned back to the clipboard. Surprisingly, it was Tony who had noticed.

Tony wrapped his arms around Bucky and kissed his cheek. "It wasn't you." He whispered softly in his ear.

"Chamber Howard Barnes-Rogers." Steve asked, looking at Penny.

Tony eyes pricked with tears and he tucked his head away from Steve so he couldn't see them. Penny smiled, "Best name out of all the children."

"Hey!" Bucky pipped out. "Rue is a wonderful name!"

Penny giggled, "I love it Steve."

Bruce chuckled as Steve handed their baby back to Penny. "Welcome to our crazy family Chamber." 

[crownofstardustandbone]

Got tagged by @nixie-deangel in the five ships and five fandoms game, thank you friend!!

1. Lucy McLean x Ghoul || Cooper Howard from Fallout on Prime

2. Evan “Buck” Buckley x Tommy Kinard from 911

3. Derek Hale x Stiles Stilinski from Teen Wolf

4. Bucky Barnes x Tony Stark from the MCU

5. Geralt of Rivia x Jaskier from the Witcher

+1 is my OC couple, Prince Julian (human) x King Marcus (centaur)

Tagging: @regent-of-rarepairs @talktonytome @endwersed @buckybarnesss @dear-massacre @iam93percentstardust @longhornletters @riotwritesthings

[ieatadoptmepets]

Welp it's been many months and my fandom hyperfixations that tumblr needs to know about are back

What if I said 🤨 I was kinda making a fic 🤨🤨 and only the first chapter has been up for weeks but I'm back in the feels again and instead of writing I'm gonna make a soundtrack to my fic and talk about them all 🤨🤨🤨

The fic is an oc (kinda a reader-) x howard stark and both Loki??? Reader* is asgardian and grows up on asgard, until they get into trouble with Loki and cover for him, leading to them getting exiled. Inspired by "where mischief lies". Then about a hundreds years later they meet steve and bucky, and then howard taking the place of maria. It follows the fanon plot of the normal mcu with a few tweaks to add in my oc lore and for it to be a fix it no one dies fic. Throughout the series secrets, prophesies and relationships will be uncovered and put through the rest. Will they all survive?

I'm bad at summaries but the fic is And It All Leads Back To You on wattpad. Ironically enough only the prologue chapter is up but who cares. Many queer headcanons and reader/oc may or may not be explicitly bi or nonbinary but will not be straight and will use they/them. They will be afab but that won't be an important detail until they become tonys mother

*it's an oc, again kinda, because they take the place of freya in norse mythology and im take the russo brothers route by being minimally lore accurate but I did find many norse myth info to put in here. When they're exiled to earth, they gotta go by a different identity and that's when it'll be y/n, until they can go back to being freya

[cipher04]

Fandom Frenzy (Doubling friendly) Seeking Roleplay Partners

Note: Not replacing any current partners, just always seeking to add more partners.

About Me:

I am 18+ and will only write with partners who are also 18+

Willing to double!

Prefers writing dominant male characters in male x female relationships

Flexible writer, quality posts: post length varies depending on the plot, my partner, and the post, but my typical range is 1-5+ paragraphs

Reply schedule varies. Not able to post much during the week. Most posts likely during the weekend, but will do my best to reply as soon as I can. Will let you know of any extended or unusual absences.

Prefers third-person and inclusion of NSFW, open to dead dove as well

Willing to play canon characters and original characters

Open to OC/Canon and Canon/Canon. If doubling, I do enjoy it when our separate stories can connect (not required). I love playing out the sibling dynamic, so perhaps if we're doing OC/Canon doubling, our OCs could be siblings? Again, not a requirement, and to clarify, not looking for anything taboo - it would just be another way for our stories to connect

Prefers long-term stories

You can add me on discord at fandomfan#0404 or send a chat or message if interested.

Fandoms:

I am seeking partners who can play a female canon character from my list below. Extensive knowledge about the world and character is not necessary. I have no issue with you portraying these characters with your own unique interpretation.

Here is the link to the entire list of my fandoms: https://cipher04.tumblr.com/post/678212321698611200/muse-post

The 100: Clarke Griffin, Raven Reyes, Lexa

Arrowverse/DC: Kara Zor-El, Sarah Lance, Wonder Woman

The Boys: Queen Maeve. Becca Butcher

Chicago PD: Hailey Upton

Divergent: Tris Prior

Euphoria: Cassie Howard

FBI: Nina Chase

Fear The Walking Dead: Alicia Clark

Game of Thrones: Sansa Stark, Daenerys Targaryen

The Hunger Games: Katniss Everdeen

Marvel Cinematic Universe: Cassie Lang (2023 film), Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Carol Danvers, Kate Bishop, Karen Page, Daisy Johnson, Yelena Belova

Midsommar: Dani Ardor

The Lost World (1999 TV series): Veronica Layton

Nancy Drew: Nancy Drew

Outer Banks: Sarah Cameron

Riverdale: Betty Cooper

Saint X: Emily Thomas

The Society: Allie Pressman

Star Wars: Rey

The Walking Dead: Maggie Greene

If interested, you can react to my post or you can send me a chat. Thanks!