#i hope it doesn’t get swallowed by the void cause i think im onto something but im so tired

[siriusly-the-best-bi]

Ya know what’s curious to me? In Episode 2 when Crowley asks Aziraphale in the cellar whose side he’s on, Aziraphale responds “God’s, of course!”

Ya know why this is curious?

Well, for one, they’re talking about sides. Heaven and Hell. Their respective bosses. Crowley’s response of going along with Hell as far as he can makes sense, it’s what we expect to hear, but when he turns the question on Aziraphale, he doesn’t exclaim ‘heaven’s obviously!’ He immediately associates himself and his values with God directly.

Second of all, In episode 6, when talking about accepting the Metatron’s job offer as the new supreme archangel with Crowley, Aziraphale says “but heaven! Well, it’s the side of truth, of light, of good.”

For the entirety of Good Omens season 1, Aziraphale had always talked about following God’s ineffable plan, which was a noticeably different turn of phrase than those such as Gabriel used in heaven, always referring to it as the Great Plan. This is even the very thing that lead them to wiggling their way around Armageddon in the first place when confronted by Gabriel and Beelzebub.

Aziraphale has always made the distinction that he is an angel and does good because he believes that God is good and he trusts in their design.

Now I might just be loosing it, it is nearly 3am, but this sudden distinction and the choice of Aziraphale to not only discuss heaven in such a manner, but to refer to it as an entire Side, and use the adjectives he uses to describe heaven when we’ve only ever seen or heard him talk about God this way… it just all plays very intentional to me. It feel’s weird.

Especially once you take into consideration the flashbacks we’re shown of Beelzebub and Gabriel discussing the failed Armageddon in their little pub rendezvous. They never once mention their respect ‘boss’. Gabriel says “we are ready for round two.” And Beelzebub’s response is “as are we.” This we that they’re referring to isn’t God. It’s not Satan. They’re talking about the beings who reside in these respective places. The Angels and the Demons. And the conversation then continues with Gabriel admitting, “everyone in Heaven is all like, ‘Well, you’re the commander-in-chief, can’t you just make the war happen anyway?’ Like, I make the rules.” And whats Beelzebub’s response? “That’s exactly what my lot said.”

The pressure isn’t coming from God anymore. In the past, like seen in the Job episode, when there were divine tasks at hand they were dealt with by the angels for God, and God was directly involved in finding the outcome. There was no going through management or filing paperwork or monitoring miracles. And hey, I get it. As time evolves along with the humans, so does everything else.

My question is, is it possible that with these evolutions in the human world, that Heaven and Hell have perhaps learned a thing or two from humanity as well? Already they’ve mimicked the clothing, the office spaces, the entire design of heaven and hell down to the management hierarchy. Is it possible that these wars and these fights aren’t being started by God anymore, but an act of civil war amongst the Angels and Demons? We already see Michaels urge for power and control paralleled and almost foiled by Shax’s drive for control and power and both were the driving factors between any of the Major problems this season that lead to major conflicts between Heaven and Hell.

That brings us of course, to the Metatron. Who is he and where exactly did he come from? When did his position become necessary and why wasn’t he present as the ‘voice of god’ in the job minisode? Why suddenly are all of God’s plans, only being carried out by him?

Do you want to know why I think Gabriel was being demoted and not sent to Hell as a fallen angel? Because I don’t think they can. I think that’s something only God can do, but what kind of fear and control would that hold over all the busy bee’s? No, no, instead, let’s frame it as a Kindness. Heaven won’t cast you out because it will make them look bad! because it’s happened before, so they have no choice but to play a game of politics to keep everyone in check.

But here’s my question. Has there been a fallen angel since the great war? Why is it that after all this time, Aziraphale hasn’t fallen time and time again? Why is it that instead of an Angel falling from grace to join the armies of hell, the response to an act of rebellion is absolute destruction. The same could be said for hell. If you have demons walking around that are doing good, wouldn’t that simply just re-spark their halo’s? Why is it that they’d be destroyed by Holy Water instead of simply returning to Heaven?

It’s because God plays an ineffable game of their own design. They’re not playing with earth, or humanity. They’re toying with the Angels and the Demons. It’s why they’re placing bets with Satan.

When Crowley’s attempting to convince Aziraphale to run away for the last time, he doesn’t say Fuck God and Fuck whatever game this is, we don’t need to be a part of it. He says Heaven and Hell are toxic we need to get away from them.

It’s just so curious to me how this season has carefully and slowly taken us away from the idea of God and God’s Ineffable Plan and instead led us into this drama between Heaven and Hell, no mention of God whatsoever. No narrator.

[rk800hunter]

Dramatics Final - Connor x Reader (M Rated)

Summary: Jealous/Protective Connor being jealous over reader’s close friend. Events lead one to another.

Pairing: Connor X Reader

A/N: Yikes you guys, this took forever... I'm so sorry... Also life is crap xD so I had to deal with that... I'm so sorry that this took forever to write but you guys pleaded for a finale so I couldn't say no! This is my first time writing smut, and I can tell you that I'm not good x.x Hope you guys enjoy and can look over the mistakes!

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You were propped up against a giant pillow on the hospital bed, pulling a face as you stared at the hospital gunk that meant to be dinner, laying in the tray in front of you. You unappetizingly poked it with a fork, trying to will yourself to eat but your brain and tongue refused to cooperate. Sighing with defeat, you placed down the fork and stared out the window that you were nearby. There were only a few cars that rhythmically flashed in and out of the streetlights, as the busses hummed and sent the last workers the comfort of their home. You could hear the quiet buzz of the night life in the hospital outside your room. It was a pro-android and pro-human hospital that accomandated everyone. Like all hospitals, it was dustless, blinding white and smelt of bleach.

It had been a few days since the incident of the terrorism at the restaurant. After tending to you, Connor had left the ambulance to fulfill his job as detective whilst you were sent to the local hospital. Your mind had been whirring with complicated emotions whilst physically, it felt like you didn't know your body anymore. The doctors had checked you out and reported that they had found several broken ribs and a concussion of sort, leaving you with no choice but to recover at the hospital for a few days until they had allowed your release.

Connor hadn't checked in on you since you were admitted. You suspected that he was busy with Hank with the restaurant investigation but it hurt when the older, gruff lieutenant had walked through the door alone, bearing flowers and the stuffed Sumo doll. If Hank had the time to visit, then where was Conner?

You had timidly asked why Conner hadn't called or visited and all Hank said in a sour tone while he pulled up a chair beside you was "Even Fowler couldn't say anything to me, fucking classified Cyberlife shit or something."

Trying to not look so disappointed, you had nodded and smiled, moving on from the subject. However, Hank wasn't fooled and had smiled sympathetically, patting your hand. "I'm sure he has his reasons, kiddo."

[F/N] had also came to visit, only suffering minor burns from the “accident.” They had wholeheartedly apologized, blaming themselves that you were in this state.

“If I hadn’t came back, this wouldn’t have happened,” their voice had cracked, eyes tearing up. “Seeing you on a hospital bed...”

You had shook your head and pulled them into a hug. “I was the one that had asked you for dinner out, I’m sorry.”

They came to visit you often, rescuing you from the hospital gunk with take-outs and such. They tried their best to keep you smiling, cracking jokes and sharing more stories. You enjoyed their company but your mind was somewhere else. Or...should I say, on someone else. The one that was missing.

Connor.

You felt quite irritated, if not dejected. The longing and aching slowly turned into anger and resentment. He had said all those things to you and yet he hasn't shown himself for a follow up. It felt as if he was playing you. But it was Connor... The sweet, supposedly innocent android that took every joke literally. You didn't think he was capable of doing playing with people's hearts.

An android nurse with dark hair and light blue eyes entered the room, knocking lightly on the door as he did. "Housekeeping," he quipped charmingly. "How are the ribs doing tonight?" He was assigned to be your personal nurse to assist you with your recovery; making sure that you fed, wound was cleaned and that dirty bandages were changed every few hours or so, etc...

You turned to smile at him. "Hey Caleb, they're better."

Caleb glanced at the untouched food that lay on your lap and sighed, picking it up. "You can't always not eat the things we provide, [Y/N]," he chided. "Your bones need it to recover."

You rolled your eyes and stuck out your tongue at him. "Thanks, mom... It's not like you need to eat this stuff."

He laughed and set the tray aside before turning expectantly at you. "I am extremely sure your mother would have forced fed you. Lift up your arms."

You were always so flustered whenever he had to disinfect the wound and change your bandages. Whenever it was time to get them renewed, it meant that you'd have to take off your hospital gown and expose your entire torso to him. Sure, he was a professional nurse, but all androids were free and deviant which meant they were more human than anything. You hated feeling vulnerable, even to a professional. You reluctantly lifted up your arms as he carefully lifted the gown over your head. The bandages were wrapped from around your shoulders, chest and stopped just above your belly. You shivered as the sudden brisk night air crawled over skin. Caleb placed the gown on one of the chairs beside the bed and began rummaging through the medical drawers. He frowned and looked at you apologetically.

"Sorry, [Y/N]," he said with a sheepish grin. "I need to go fetch more bandages from the storeroom."

You pouted at him as he quickly left. You flomped back onto the giant pillows and stared and the polystyrene ceiling, sort of enjoying the feeling of the cold, smooth bed sheets against your hot skin. You pulled the sheets closer to your chest. Ugh. Being injured was such an inconvenience; you could barely move without wincing. At least the bones were mending and the gash was kept disinfected. While your mind drifted off into the void, you heard the door slide open again, sharp footsteps echoing against the tiles. It must be Caleb returning with your bandages.

"That was quick," you quipped.

You turned your head to your nurse only to find that it wasn't Caleb. Her back was turned so you couldn't tell who it was. She was wearing a hospital gown, skin sickly yellow and had long, messy curled hair. The woman was twitching weirdly, causing nausea to rise from your stomach.

"Uhm... Hello?" you greeted warily, propping yourself up with your elbows but keeping the blankets up to cover yourself.

"No witnesses..." she whispered.

You frowned. "Excuse me?"

The unknown woman turned slowly. Her eyes were clouded, white and wild. They were very unfocused as they darted left and right. Her mouth was slightly parted open and you could see a bit of froth edge from the corner of her lips. She suddenly pointed at you. You realised that hand was holding a scalpel.

"No witnesses!" she hissed, her twitching becoming more violent.

You had to quickly rack your brains. You won't about to die half naked. She had to be one of the patients from the rehab ward that took in red ice users. Only red ice would be able to explain her symptoms and psychotic outbreak. Whilst holding the blankets to your chest with one hand, you held up the other as if to reassure her.

"Hey, it's okay," you breathed slowly. "Like you said, no witnesses. It's just us two."

The woman took a shaky step towards the bed, scalpel still gripped in the air. "They know!" she screeched "You know!"

You swallowed, trying to keep your voice soothed and steady, as if confronting a wild animal. You just had to keep her calm until Caleb returns.

You shook your head. "No, I don't. I don't know anything. No one knows anything."

Suddenly, the door slid violently open causing her to jolt and scream as she rushed towards you. She was right on top of you when a hand grips the woman's wrist, stopping the scalpel from right above. She was violently dragged away from you and pinned against the wall as her arm twisted painfully behind her. The scalpel dropped onto the floor, echoing sharply on the tiles.

With crisp brown hair, Cyberlife uniform, and a composed form (even when restraining the struggling and screaming attacker), it was the one and only RK800 series Connor. You stared at him, your blood pumping with adrenaline. He doesn't look at you, instead focusing on the hysteric patient. One hand was holding the twisted arm to her back and another held a gun to her head.

Connor gritted his teeth as his eyes narrowed harshly. "It would seem that you have been indulging yourself in too much...fun," he growled. "You should've picked another room."

Was he going to shoot this poor lady? She was in rehab for a reason; it meant that she needed help. "Connor!" you called out to him in desperation. "You can't shoot her."

He doesn't even turn his head to acknowledge you. He huffed in frustration and you can visibly see his jaw tighten. "Call your nurse, [Y/N]."

You quickly jabbed the emergency button by the headboard. In panic and concern, Caleb had rushed into your room with his hands full with rolls of bandages. He opened his mouth in question but immediate stalled in shock after seeing Connor and the patient by the wall. He quickly set the bandages on the drawer and protectively stepped in the space between you and Connor. Connor's lips thinned as he studied Caleb. The woman had stopped struggling, quietly crying to herself. He pulled her away from the wall and threw her into Caleb who stumbled as he caught her by the arms. The detective straightened up and adjusted his tie as he glared at the nurse.

"Take her back to her ward," Connor ordered sharply. "If this happens again...I will not hesitate to shut this hospital down."

Caleb nodded silently and guided the disturbed patient out but not before glancing at you apologetically. As the door clicked shut, Connor turned to you, sighing in relief.

He walked closer to your bed and reached out to brush softly against your cheek. "You're safe now, [Y/N]."

His eyes were full of concern, warmth with a tinge of a plea. You searched them with your own, filled with shock from the incident but also how he had coincidentally arrived just in time. You suddenly felt anger as it shot through your chest to your head. Feeling your face grow hot with fury, you slapped his hand away.

"Where the hell have you been?!" you scowled bitterly. "It's been a week and oh wow, suddenly you think it's okay to just show up unannounced?!"

Conner tilted his head in puzzlement. "Are you angry that I just saved you?"

On good days, you'd think that his head tilt habit was adorable and quirky, but today was not that day. It made you even more irritated and the fire you could feel in your veins were probably more than enough to burn acres of forests.

Rolling your eyes, you threw your hands in the air. "I had it all under control," you scoffed. "I didn't need you to come and screw everything up. I'm not a goddamn damsel in distress, for crap sake. And plus, who are you to send me to a hospital and not even check on me for days, or even let me know if you were okay and-"

Conner cleared his throat loudly, interrupting your passionate rant. "[Y/N]..."

You noticed that he was avoiding eye contact, averting his eyes to anywhere but you. His cheeks were rising with red as he shifted uncomfortably and stiffly on the spot.

"What?" you spat.

The Android briefly glanced at you, scanning for a second before he blinked away again. He cleared his throat again and hesitatingly gestured in your direction.

"Y-you..." he stuttered. "You might want to cover yourself before reprimanding me."

You froze in realization. No. Way. These things only happened in drama series or movies. Your pulse quickened and the rising heat on your cheeks increased by 30 degrees. You looked down and he was indeed correct. With your wild gesturing all over the place, the blankets had fallen onto your lap, leaving your chest bare and open for everyone to see. Or in this case, for Connor to study and admire. You had forgotten that your hospital gown was removed for fresh new bandages. You let out a small, embarrassed yelp before you scrambled to cover yourself with the blankets, burying your hot face in it. Oh my God. Nooooooooo.... You whined in your head, mentally beating yourself up. You heard Connor let out a soft chuckle, making you feel even more awkward.

Scrunching up your face in the sheets, you muffledly barked. "Shut up and go away..."

Before Connor had a chance to say anything, Caleb had returned from his expedition, not looking too pleased. He stood by the open door and crossed his arms, glaring at the detective.

"I have rectified the situation," Caleb informed, offering a forced smile. "You are required to kindly remove yourself from the room so I may tend to my patient."

Connor's face visibly soured and his nose twitched into a subtle snarl. It was that software error again. The one that made him do strange things and scare [Y/N]'s friends away. He tried to self-diagnose quickly but the "feeling" is already overwhelming him. He really didn't like the idea of someone else touching you. Okay sure, he was your nurse and had taken care of you whilst he was gone but... It was still someone else. But now that he was back, Caleb isn't needed anymore.

You watched Connor warily as he took a slow step towards the nurse. It looked like he was going to assert his dominance again.

The Android detective towered Caleb who stood his ground but a little shakingly. Connor's voice lowered dangerously.

"Thank you, sir, but I will take it from here," he growled softly.

Caleb tried to stand taller, about to argue back. "Mr C-"

"Caleb, it's okay," you firmly interrupted, desperately not wanting a fist fight in your hospital room. "He will know what to do."

You gave your nurse a remorseful look before he nodded respectfully and left the room, clicking the door closed behind him. You buried your face into the blankets again, unable to look at Connor. After awhile, you heard him shuffle around the room and felt the edge of the bed sink as he sat down. You lifted your head slowly as you felt his hand along with a type of fabric gently press against your exposed back.

Connor was smiling at you gently. "It would seem like I am always patching you up."

You blew air through your nose in disbelief, turning away from him. "You did kick out the nurse."

You shuddered slightly as you felt Connor work his way achingly slowly with the bandage from your back to your chest. His hands were brushing ever so softly against you. He was sitting so closely, that you could feel his warm breath against your cheek and neck. You could see his pulse by the nape of his neck, quickening slightly. His brown eyes were looking down, but you could see that they were unfocused and filled with a certain something. You could see his pores and the small imperfections that Cyberlife gave their androids to make them more convincingly human. His front curl hung loosely by his forehead. Goosebumps were rising, giving away the fluttering feeling in your stomach. You felt yourself lean closer to him, closing the proximity between you. Your face was just inches away form his. Much to your delight, he responded by mirroring your movement as your thighs pressed against his. His LED flashed yellow. You could hear his breathing become heavier, his chest rising and falling in slight uncertainty, matching your own. Your eyes were filled with longing as you tried to search his downcasted ones.

You gasped as you felt his thumb brush against your nipple, sending a sensitive jolt through your body to your loins. Connor's jaw tightened as he swallowed uncomfortably, body almost desperately looking for more contact as he leant in further. He was still holding the bandage, wrapped from your back but he was hesitant to cover your chest. He couldn't avert his eyes from the beautiful sight in front of him. Humans were amazing, and this specific human in front of him was beyond anyone else in the world. You were beautiful, breathtaking and it drove him mad.

His eyes traveled from your chest, to your collarbones. He thought they were delicate and angled and molded perfectly to your form. He returned his eyes to your breasts, allowing his thumb to brush against the sensitive spot again, clearly enjoying the whimper that escaped your throat. Dropping the bandage, he cupped one of your mounds, softly squeezing and weighing it in his hand. It was so soft, smooth and just...so satisfying to hold.

He looked up at you, his eyes filled with that plea and passion he had held the other night. You returned his look with your own, trying to communicate that you needed him. Without a warning, he clumsily smashed his mouth into yours. He couldn't take it any longer. He needed to make you his.

You moaned into his mouth as you feel his grip on your one breast tighten. Your loins were tightening and you could feel it wetten itself with desire as his tongue pried your mouth open, fighting and curling against your own. His lips were so incredibly real. Kissing him felt like eating a peach that riped perfectly at that moment. Soft and sweet. Connor moved himself until he was nearly on top of you but not quite, not breaking the heated tongue wrestle. You whimpered slightly as he shifted to suckle on your lower lip. The air was filled with breathy moans and lots of shifting in the sheets.

You brushed your hands through his locks, pulling his head to the side, exposing his neck. You were about to attack but Connor stopped you, gently grabbing your chin and forcing you to look into his lust, clouded eyes.

"No," he breathed. "You don't do anything."

You gaped at him in confusion. "Wha-"

Your moaned loudly and your hands fell to grip the sheets as he unsuspectingly reached and rubbed his fingers against your sex through the gown. It reminded you how the hospital gowns were so easily accessible from the down under. You were essentially wearing a crappy dress. The detective tutted, shaking his head and smirked.

"Be a good girl," he purred as he gripped your wrists, pinning them above your head. "You don't want them to hear you, do you?"

You bit down hard on your lower lip, pleading with your eyes. You shook your head obediently. Connor nuzzled against your nose, closing his eyes. He inhaled deeply, taking in your scent. You smelt amazing... He didn't know what it was but your natural smell stirred a beast inside of him as he savored it.

"Wait wait, Connor," you panted, suddenly regaining a bit of your senses. "We are in a hospital. What if Caleb comes in? "

The detective gave you a coy smile and leaned in right next to your ear to nibble at you ear lobe. "Well then, he is more than welcome to watch," he whispered, sending shivers through your whole body. You closed your eyes and bathed in his scent and presence. He trailed kisses down your jawline, stopping to bite at your neck. You took this opportunity to softly knead his crotch with your thigh. Oh surprise, surprise, Cyberlife didn't miss out a single part in their androids; there was definitely something there... And it was big... He gave a breathy groan, eyes flashing passionately but angrily at you. He growled loudly causing your heart to accelerate.

Connor let go of your wrists and threw aside his jacket. You just laid there in awe, afraid to move or disobey. You were his now, under his influence and command. You may not be used to being submissive and obedient... But it seemed that Connor was in a dangerous mindset at the moment. You were slightly afraid but mostly turned on.

He suddenly laid beside you, causing you to look at him in puzzlement. Propping himself on one elbow, he gently cupped your face with the other hand. He stared deeply at you, searching for you.

"Unbutton me," he ordered firmly. You swore it sounded more like he was begging.

Without hesitating, you hoisted yourself until you were straddingly him. You pressed your sex against his trapped crotch, causing him to buck up into you. Immediately working on his buttons, you let the cloth fall open, unraveling his perfect body. You loved it when it was pristine white and vulnerable but this was fine. He was slowly trailing both hands down your body, tracing every curve and shape but carefully avoiding your wound. He let his hands rest on your hips whilst yours fell to tracing his chest. He pushed up against you and you gasped. The goddamn hospital gown was open from underneath, leaving you to feel every pressure through your underwear.

Connor grinned cockily. He bit his lower lip and raised an eyebrow. You stared at him in disbelief. This android...enjoyed torturing you. Get a load of that.

To punish him for taking you as an easy being, you swiftly unbuckled his belt and pulled both his pants and undergarments down, his cock springing free. Good lord, it was a sight. Throbbing and bouncing in the air, your eyes widened at the sight of a trophy. Seriously, Cyberlife, so much detail? Your loins pulsed and pleaded at you, wanting to ride it. He was about to protest but it was replaced with a stuttering moan as you stuffed your mouth with his member. You grinned with your mouth full. Serves him right...

You dragged your tongue all over his cock, wettening it with your saliva. Taking in all his essence, you bobbed your head slowly, torturing him. He was completely in your control. His body was both limp and stiff as you worked your magic around his trophy. You gently grazed your teeth against it, causing him to suddenly raise his hips into your mouth. He whimpered your name as you moaned, allowing him to feel the vibrations in your throat.

It was as if at that moment Conner realised that the tide has turned and he had to turn it back. He was under your control and he had to take control back, to let you know who the alpha male was. He pulled you up and out of his cock, as you let your mouth pop away. The Android gripped your wrists and twisted you firmly until he was on top of you. You yelped out in surprise, letting yourself fall back onto the bed. Luckily, Connor knew the best way to wrestle without hurting your injuries. He reached under and ripped away your underwear with ease. Your head was spinning and you couldn't control your hastened breathing. You felt hot and your sex was just burning with so much desire. You pleaded him.

"Connor, please," desperation leaked from your mouth.

Connor licked his lips, looking down at you as if predator looking at prey. His eyes were full of hunger. "Just because you asked so nicely."

He guided his cock into you, pushing in slowly. It was bliss. You nearly cried out in pain and pleasure as he penetrated you. He doesn't even let you adjust, pulling it out and pushing it in again. He grunted, eyes hooded and mouth agape. It was great that Cyberlife had a euphoria response in androids. It was even more amplified as a deviant.

He picked up speed, and you felt his throbbing member inside of you. You were so tight around him, slipping and sliding as he pounded into you. You whimpered out his name, begging him to go deeper and faster.

Suddenly, there was blinding white and then you spilled all over him. It was the limit for a Connor too.

"[Y/N]!" he cried out, allowing his systems to overheat as he came. It was absolutely intoxicating.

He collapsed on top of you, trying not to crush you with his weight. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as you pressed your forehead against his. Conner nuzzled against your cheek, inhaling you all over again as if he was scared you would disappear.

"I need you, [Y/N]."

"And I'm here to stay. I'm yours."

[ughseoks-main]

Snapshot - [Chapter 3]

summary: A mysterious girl with a special power ends up on the Avengers’ front doorstep after running from Hydra. A boy with chocolate brown eyes and a heart of gold vows to protect her at all costs.

word count: 2.5k

warnings: fighting/minor violence, kidnapping, death, lots o’ angst, they’re mean to her at hydra 

a/n: whoooweee we made it to the end (i think lol)!! sorry for the huge gap between this chapter and the previous one, it’s been a little rough at school. anyways, i really hope you guys enjoyed this short series! be sure to let me know what you think & send me any requests for future fics/series that you want here :) (also im v sorry for this ending oops)

prologue | chapter 1 | chapter 2 | series masterlist

Light flooded your eyes as you opened them, jerking forwards in the bed you were laying in. Before you could sit all the way up, you felt a hand press on your shoulder, gently guiding you back down.

“You need to rest,” you heard Peter’s voice as your eyes adjusted to the bright lights, “Thank God you’re okay, Y/N.”

Peter’s soft voice put you slightly more at ease, but it didn’t make you any less confused. Once you could see, you glanced over him, noting that he had no injuries.

“Peter,” you said slowly, looking up into his chocolate eyes, “I thought you got shot. What happened?”

“What do you mean?” he asked, slightly confused.

“Right before I passed out, I heard a gunshot. I thought that the man shot you?”

“Oh!” he gave you a light smile, “That wasn’t him shooting, it was Natasha. She actually shot him. Multiple times. Probably more than necessary, but she was really angry, so there wasn’t any stopping her.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, I guess she’s gotten pretty attached to you,” he gave you another smile, picking up your hand and giving it a light squeeze, “We all have.”

You returned the smile with uncertainty, unable to shake the feeling of wrong inside of you. Scanning your surroundings, you couldn’t pinpoint anything particularly wrong; something just felt off. Shaking your head a little bit, you wrote it off as a side effect from being knocked out. After a moment, you felt a wave of sleepiness overtake you, attempting to pull you back into darkness.

“Y/N, no, don’t fall asleep,” Peter’s face was suddenly overcome with alarm as he leaned forward in his seat, gripping your shoulders, “You’ve gotta stay with me, can you do that? Please, Y/N, stay with me.”

Even though you were trying your hardest, you just couldn’t keep your eyes open. Your head fell backwards onto the pillow as your body went slack, falling back into the endless void of sleep as Peter shook your shoulders.

Groaning, you woke up with a pounding headache, the throbbing making the bright light shining down on you almost unbearable. Similar to before, you attempted to sit up quickly and check your surroundings. However, instead of being stopped by a gentle hand, you were held back by rough straps buckled down to the surface you were laying on. Instead of laying in a soft bed, you were pressed against a cold, metal table, the chill of it seeping into your skin.

You were laying flat on your back, and hanging above you was a single yellow light. When you attempted to move your head around, the world began to spin, causing you to hiss and squeeze your eyes shut as your heart began to beat faster and faster. Your entire interaction with Peter was just a dream; you really had been kidnapped and taken by HYDRA. Once that settled in, you began to panic, tugging on your restraints with all of your energy as you thrashed around on the table. The rational voice in your head was telling you to save your energy, but the terror of what would come next outweighed all reason.

“You aren’t gonna get out of those restraints,” a deep voice chuckled from the other end of the room, causing you to freeze in place. Two large men dressed in all black stepped into the light, one with jet black hair and the other with fluorescent blonde, causing you to swallow harshly. Tears pricked your eyes as they stepped closer, praying that the team was on their way to save you from whatever HYDRA had in store for you.

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“What’re we waiting for?” Peter yelled, “Y/N is out there and we need to save her!” The second that they’d arrived back at the compound, Peter had begun devising a plan to save you, refusing treatment for the graze on his arm until they finally rescued you. Tony managed to convince him to let it be bandaged, but only by saying that it would be better for you if Peter had all his strength.

“Pete-” Tony cautioned, trying to calm him down. It was very hard to upset Peter, but the team was actually considering doing nothing about the situation at hand, and that infuriated him.

“God know what they’re doing to her right now! We have to save her, we HAVE TO!” he stressed, tears of frustration spilling down his cheeks. He could feel his entire body shaking as the team exchanged melancholy looks, Tony being the only one able to look Peter in the eyes.

“Pete, we can’t save her. You have to understand that,” he implored, heartbroken by the words he was speaking.

“Why?” this time, Peter’s voice came out weak and small, cracking simultaneously with his soul.

“Because we have to fight Thanos. We have to protect Earth. I love Y/N, you know that, but the fate of the universe is in our hands and we have to hit him with everything we’ve got as soon as possible. Y/N wouldn’t want us to trade the lives of half the universe just for her.” Tony tried to take a step towards Peter, but he backed away, a new bout of determination filling his gaze. “Fine,” Peter squared his shoulders before setting his jaw, “I’ll get her myself.”

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“Listen up. We can do this the easy way, or the hard way,” the man with the black hair threatened, his face visibly lighting up as he spoke the last few words.

“If you cooperate, then we won’t have any issues,” the other man interjected, “Now, wanna answer some questions for us?”

“I would never,” you growled, putting on a brave face even though your heart was pounding in fear.

“Well, we gave you the option,” the blonde shrugged and made his way behind you while the other snickered.

You tried to turn and see what he was doing, but it was useless. The way you were strapped to the table prevented basically any movement, which made you ten times more nervous when you heard some rattling behind you. Only a few moments later, something above you blocked out the light, sitting right above your head. It looked like a helmet of sorts, wires sticking out of it each and every way.  With a quick press of a button from the man, the helmet began to lower onto your head, beeping loudly. You knew that the second it was lowered onto your head, they would have access to all of the information you held, which would put millions of people in danger.

“No, no, no, no!” you began to struggle, trying to escape, “P-please, don’t do this, please, people will die-”

You were cut off as the helmet surrounded your head, latching onto you and emitting faster beeps than before. You squeeze your eyes shut, bracing yourself for whatever came next. After another few seconds, the beeps stopped, leaving the room silent except for your sniffles until it finally turned on.

It was like fire was spreading through your head and body as information was pulled from your brain, piece by piece. You let out a blood curdling scream as your mind was torn apart, the men grinning as information began to pop up on the screen in front of them. You had no idea how long you sat like that, screaming until your throat was raw, until you finally passed out.

When you finally came to again, your head was throbbing and your blood felt like fire. You could hear muffled yelling, the sounds of arguing ringing in your ears as you squinted your eyes open to see the two men growling at each other.

“Boss said we couldn’t run the machine for too long,” the blonde man yelled, “It could fry her brain and kill her.”

“Why should I care? We need the information fast, so we should just take it all in one go,” the other man yelled back, gesturing to you.

“Because,” taking a deep breath, the blonde wiped his face in exasperation, “She needs to be alive in order for us to get the information out. It doesn’t work on dead people.”

You released a breath of relief, hoping that that meant you’d be left alone for the day. If they could just leave, you might have time to think of a plan for escape.

“Fine. But I think we can get a little more out of her today.”

“We’ve gotta give it a little more time-”

“Don’t tell me what to do. Understand?” the man growled, shooting daggers at the blonde. He raised his arms in resignation, taking a few steps back as the man raised his hand to press the button once more.

You braced yourself, knowing that you were about to be swallowed by pain any moment. Just as the man was about to turn the machine on, a large crash came from the corner of the room, causing all three of you to whip your heads to the side.

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Peter ran down the dark hallway, speeding up once he saw the door to the room you were in at the end of the hall. He didn’t even slow down once he reached the door, opting to kick it in with a loud crash.

The second he was inside, he scanned the room for you, desperate to make sure you were okay. He could feel his heart break into a million pieces once his eyes landed on you, seeing how broken you looked. Your eyes were glazed over with sadness and terror, almost all of the fight having been drained out of you.

With new determination, Peter looked back at the two men, more ready than ever to fight for you.

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When you turned your head, you saw Peter standing in the doorway in his suit, ready to save you. A small smile graced your lips as you realized that soon, you’d be safe and in his arms. The white eyes on his suit widened for a moment when he saw you, only to narrow in anger when he looked back to the two men.

“Gonna be honest, I thought you guys would be a lot scarier,” he said in a calm manner, seemingly unbothered by them.

“Who the hell are you?” the man next to you growled, walking over to stand next to the other man.

“Can’t believe they really had to send two full grown men to look after one teenage girl. Kinda pathetic for you two, really,” Peter shrugged, “But then again, you should probably be glad that they did. Y/N could beat one of you in a fight in a heartbeat. She’s pretty badass.”

The men whipped out guns, but before they could shoot, Peter had already webbed them and yanked them away. With one swift movement, he lunged forwards, attacking the men with everything he had.

Since your vision was still swimming, you had to close your eyes, which prevented you from knowing what was going on around you. You could hear the sounds of the fight, but you had no idea who was winning. After a few minutes, everything finally went silent and you felt tugging at the straps that held you down.

When you finally opened your eyes, you saw a maskless Peter undoing your restraints while the two unconscious men laid on the floor. Once you were untied, Peter slid an arm behind your back and under your legs, lifting you off of the table and holding you close to his chest.

“You know, I can handle myself,” you said quietly, shooting him a small smirk. He laughed and set you down, but still kept his arm around you so you could lean on him.

When you looked back up, you noticed the tears in his eyes, threatening to spill down his face. You wiped away the first tear that fell with the pad of your thumb, only to feel tears of your own wet your cheeks. Peter pulled you tightly into his chest, small sobs escaping both of your mouths as you cried together.

“I thought you wouldn’t come,” you cried, causing him to pull you even closer to him.

“I could never leave you,” he whispered into your hair, “Never.”

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Tony stood there for a moment, shocked by what had just happened. They’d failed. Unless the other had found a way to protect Vision, they’d failed. Thanos would win.

Despite the emotions coursing through him, Tony managed to pull himself together and do what he knew he needed to do.

“Strange, I need you to get me somewhere. I need to make sure they’re okay.”

With a nod, Strange opened up a portal, allowing Tony to step through before he closed it behind him. Taking a deep breath, Tony began to walk down the long, dark, dimly lit hallway.

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While you were stood there clutching Peter, he suddenly froze, his body going rigid. He then held you tighter than he ever had, beginning to cry harder than he was before.

“I don’t wanna go, Y/N,” he pleaded, “Please, Y/N, please.”

“Pete, I’m right here, you don’t have to go anywhere,” you reassured him, confused as to why he was acting so weird, “It’s okay, I’m here.” Instead of answering you, he pulled back away from you, gazing into your eyes with fear and sadness.

Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to your cheek before whispering, “I’m sorry,” tears falling down his cheeks.

You began to ask him what he meant, but you were cut off when you noticed his body slowly disappearing. “No, no, no,” you began to cry, “Peter, no, you can’t do this to me, please, don’t leave me!”

As his body began to disintegrate, you were left clutching dust, a cry escaping your mouth when the last part of his face was gone. A numb feeling spread throughout you as you let his ashes sift through your fingers, your knees hitting the cold ground below. You could feel your heart breaking, disbelief trying to take over to shield you from the truth. Peter was gone. You had no idea how, but he was gone, and he wasn’t coming back.

Your thoughts were interrupted as you heard the sound of the door being shoved open once more. Looking up slowly, you saw the blurry face of Tony standing in the doorway.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” he asked, concern filling his voice, “Wait, where’s Peter? Y/N, what happened?”

You couldn’t answer, so you just sat and stared at him with tears in your eyes. As much as you tried, words couldn’t find their way out of your mouth. You felt nothing. Tony ran over to you, placing a hand on your shoulder gently. Much to his horror, the second he did, it disappeared from underneath his hand. With a quick glance down, you could see your body disintegrating, but it didn’t phase you. You simply looked back up at Tony, letting a single tear slip down your cheek as you looked into his broken eyes.

They were the last thing you saw before everything faded to black and Tony was left standing alone in your and Peter’s ashes.

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