#ic :: philip coulson

[lightcreators]

@realmyths continue from here

The Creator frowns. Finally they had possibly tracked down one of their children and here comes some human in the middle of it. Though the Creator considers themself an ally to humanity, that doesn't mean that individual humans don't get on their nerves. And due to the stress of searching for their children, their nerves are a lot more exposed than usual.

"What kind of business?" They ask, not really caring that much but just simply asking casually.

They continue subtly searching the area for signs of one or all of their children, before turning their attention back to the conversation. "I won't get in your way." They say, managing what they hope looks like a friendly smile. Though it might not resemble a smile at all.

In theory, it was a personal point that he wouldn't have to touch personally --- inside another existence, inside another universe, inside another timeline, he was representation of the Men in Black, who witnessed so much aliens apparently than his other self could preparing the ground inside another universe about how watched them carefully … and sometimes sharing a talk around an drink about foreshadowings he should known about. Inside his personal experience, he was the man who was excited about possibilities to met divinites and others entities, regardless where they were coming from, for been somewhere associated to them most likely than he thought. Nevertheless, as much he could showing off about knowing famous entities like an Norse Thunder God … usually, his meetings weren't that big. Sometimes, coincidences were associated to art of usefulness inside their timing. Here, surprisingly, he didn't be on their way of what they were searching for … as much he sensed an strange impression emanating for them.

❝ Keep this world in peace. ❞ Eventually, he would show up to them his S.H.I.E.L.D agent card, where he might even joking around towards that notion of MIB. Gratefully, he was sweetheart version of an human accoustumed to aliens --- diplomacy could bring good understandings, conversations could clear up misunderstandings, and agreements were always better than aggressive solutions, though often forced when the situation called for them. They seemed busy, and by the sound of their voice, their current conversation were … secondary. He didn't really pay attention to the attempt of an smile, realizing they were searching something. ❝ Are you waiting for someone or looking for something ? I wouldn't be in your way either. ❞ Oh, there was a curiosity that spiced up his face. ❝ I can probably help you. ❞ Yes, he liked to give himself extra work when he could touch that little extra. ❝ This name should probably mean nothing to you, but I am from S.H.I.E.L.D. It is rather unusual that I come across a superior entity of which the public must know nothing. ❞

[lightcreators]

Now  he  got  the  city,  maybe  should  he  anticipate  his  eventual  need.  If  he  was  somewhere  in  which  he  ha  no  landmark  for  exploring,  as  he  was  somewhere  helpful  presence  showing  up  inside  the  right  timing,  he  would  need  some  map.  He  knew,  for  sure,  he  would  love  having  physical  evidence  of  the  mapping  his  alternative  self  did  of  his  universe!  Sadly,  since  he  hadn’t  hardly  planned  to  met  something  from  outside  randomly  in  the  street,  he  didn’t  have  that  …  and  couldn’t  invite  him  in  the  SHIELD  without  authorization,  without  permission  for  get  one  …  and  couldn’t  neither  giving  him  some  nice  technology  doing  the  job  !  ❝  For  making  things  easier,  I  would  need  to  grab  you  a  map  of  the  city  if  you  want  to  explore  safety,  and  find  your  way  inside  the  immensity.  ❞  Among  another  things  like  the  money,  the  fake  ID,  all  protective  actions  …  when  before  pulling  that  in  an  off  record  file  to  his  boss,  he  will  ask  an  MIB  to  giving  him  the  minimal  of  survival  (well,  if  he  wasn’t  obligated  to  convince  himself).  So  far,  higher  identities  knew  better  as  he  does,  and  like  played  around  the  human  part.  He  couldn’t  even  considering  his  alternative  self  as  a  pure  100%  human  being,  since  there  was  clearly  different  about  him  at  first  glance,  and  had  received  confession  he  has  been  a  bit  altered  ---  like  a  free  plot  twist  in  front  of  his  face  of  something  that  didn’t  happened  yet.  One  day,  he  will  become  an  MIB!  He  preferred  right  now  using  that  foreknowledge  in  most  innocent  manner,  since  he  remained  within  educative  and  pressured  position!  Notice  stayed  yet  nevertheless,  as  his  casual  expression  wasn’t  something  who  was  supposed  to  be  expected.  Yes,  it  was  a  normal  day  to  meet  a  higher  identity;  apparently,  he  could  easily  become  accustomed  of  that.  With  his  answer,  at  least,  there  was  confirmation  he  was  coming  from  another  realm  from  Asgard  but  connected  to  it  regardless.  ❝  Oh,  always  would  have  loved  to  do  some  tourist  inside  this  place,  but  hadn’t  received  my  free  pass  yet.  ❞  Though,  from  his  honest  opinions,  whatever  Loki  could  plan,  if  the  MIB  managed  to  get  in  there  ---  projects  weren’t  going  to  turn  as  planned  as  they  would  infiltrate  a  divine  kingdom  …  he  was  thinking  that,  but  it  was  a  matter  of  time  until  it  became  reality.  He  was  ruling  the  plot  from  his  human  position,  from  his  higher  position  inside  SHIELD,  but  his  big  problem  was  he  had  no  idea  in  which  manner  outside  a  mole  his  alternative  self  decided  to  meddle. 

❝  I  see.  Aware  of  it,  but  avoid  playing  carelessly  tourist.  ❞  Playfulness  ha  decided  to  return  inside  the  conversation,  as  he  was  taking  it  very  well,  and  highly  normally.  He  appreciated  the  mark  of  trust  he  received  by  the  name  he  received,  but  sadly,  no,  ringing  any  bells.  ❝  I’m  afraid  I  never  heard  of  it.  It  will  be  high  level  classified  information.  No  one  will   know  between  you  and  me.  ❞  Anything  related  to  Featherine  has  been  decided  to  be  concealed  …  for  personal  reasons.  For  handling  Featherine  by  himself,  without  his  boss  suddenly  facing  literal  higher  gangsters  having  no  shame  of  their  actions  and  remaining  nice,  sparing  also  his  boss  presence  of  his  other  self  …  however  he  could  do  the  same  when  …  unexpected  higher  presences  showing  up  in  the  place.  He  would  need  SHIELD  at  some  point  or  another  but  will  control  degree  of  information.  Concerning  his  last  direct  questions,  for  one  second,  there  was  higher  playfulness  inside  his  features.  Be  unable  to  express  three  letters  of  the  MIB  was  sometimes  very  frustrating,  but  well,  it  was  his  only  manner  to  protect  his  universe    ---  ❝  It’s  part  of  my  job  actually,  though  beyond  that,  I  just  be  flattered  by  knowledge,  on  an  certain  level.  I  met  Asgardians  before.  ❞  How  he  was  going  to  introducing  himself?  ❝  I’m  a  simple  human,  part  of  the  SHIELD,  used  to  deal  with  all  off-world  possible  since  a  long  time  ---  Philip  Coulson.  ❞  He  insisted  over  his  last  name  because,  if  he  ever  met  the  Butler,  vibes  will  be  darker.

"New York, that does make things a little easier." Though being cut off from his usual senses did make things more difficult for him, still trying to wrap his brain around how humans went about their day-to-day lives with such basic information in their heads. Basic to him, at least. He didn't think lowly of them for it or see himself as superior, he simply couldn't fathom what it was like not being a God and not having all that came with being a timeless and ancient deity. Suddenly without such power, though by choice, he felt alone in ways he'd never experienced before, both physically and mentally. How was it that this human seemed to understand? The mere thought of being humanoid but not human didn't surprise or terrify him, it just seemed -- - normal? "Yes, I'm well aware of Asgard. Though I have never visited, we prefer to keep to our own... territories, I suppose." It wasn't until he said it with such ease that he realised his mistake. Despite being relatively human at that moment, he'd practically outed himself as at least being a God from one of the other realms, even if he hadn't outright said who or from which. But again, the man seemed to know about these things, more than what the majority of humans were meant to know. It seemed that the man was right, he wasn't a common human at all, but one with higher knowledge of what and who existed beyond the soils of Earth. That would definitely help, presuming he didn't have nefarious intentions. "I come from Ergenekon." He admitted, wondering if he'd have heard of it since he knew of Asgard. "Although, I'd prefer that information remain between you and I." Such assurances felt far more grave now that he wasn't effortlessly immortal. He wouldn't simply allow himself to die, of course, he had a little divinity left in him to remain alive, mainly for the sake of every living thing, but it did add a new layer of concern to the God's surface thoughts. "How did you come to know all of this? But above all... who are you?"

[lightcreators]

@mvrtogg continue from here

Murtogg turned to face the man for a long while, contemplating on what exactly the other was talking about. "I suppose we all have a bit of learning to do. I'm still trying to figure that out myself." There was a pause in Richard Murtogg's train of thought, his new job was a bit more surveillance related and was in conjunction with the US. Though he did have dual citizenship with the UK and the US, having gained it within the last few years since he was living in the States.

"I'm still trying to figure out this whole security system you've got here in SHEILD." he laughed awkwardly. Yes, his newly appointed job was with SHEILD and it was vastly different that his job in the police force. Sort of. He had clearance but still needed to finish up training, so he was ... the new guy.

It dated really from decades ago, the first time he had been merely a new agent like other: entering inside the world of an organization protecting common people about what they weren’t ready to known … unknowingly by then he was touching top of an iceberg he would dig far more lately. Not everyone could afford themselves to becoming agent of such organizations --- when at that thought, another one welcoming the CIA, where one mole had been emotionally compromised from the start for had been recruited by some MIB before entering the CIA … meanwhile himself keeping regardless the lie that thought about some obscure MI6 handled by another iteration of himself had expanding globally protectionism … With his current level of clearance, which was important and coming directly from higher seats could be something he could now eventually, if authorization was permitted, if the information was allowed to leave out in first place and depending circumstances … Regardless his years of experience behind him, where he passed so many years doing every day his best, and endlessly aware about how weighting his position was, how he had been recruited by the MIB troubled an long-term established confidence and knowledge --- It was merely an foreshadowing about what he will becoming eventually. It was merely a fragment of strange future inside his current present.

In front of his new agent, reality about him be a seat higher, considered as his superior, didn’t wanted to be too much explicit between them. He had been happy by reading his file to perceiving how he was coming from England --- an impression himself didn’t even try too much to pondering, considering how he did know another British sounding man triggering gentle familiarity sentiments (and too much questions he had actually have time to ask) … as compared to his other iteration, he might have visiting England because of his missions and relationships with the actual MI6 if necessary, but usually remained busy inside his country. Vagueness could be only offered for his new agent. The Men in Black, as legend they were supposed to be, wasn’t supposed to be common knowledge at all --- it was their omerta. If his other self needed to show up in presence of other people, he was quite certain himself shall find an mean without betraying himself inside his position … as he had been searching no possible coincidence or potential move for circumstances showing up around him. He was lead inside a particular programmed future, that for sure --- but was left as a leader having a possibility of controlling more than he thought and doing difference he desired. ❝ Learning never ends. It’s never ‘I finished high school, I’m ready for the world’ or ‘I graduated, nothing can stop me’. ❞ He mused playfully as these remembrances dated from ages ago. ❝ We have lot of protocols, but you will have time to get knowledge of all of them. Your mind also will need some training for preparing you for the every day life of the behind of the scene. ❞ Of course, his agent must already be aware of it, however, coming from a veteran like him directly under jurisdiction of Nick Fury, his voice will gave another tone of his words. It was his time to laugh. ❝ Yes, we have many sub-security systems, you shall soon realize. Inside your former job, you were less around constant information, even if the sport remains as eventful --- where you need to know how to survive circumstances in all manners. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure the beginning starting smoothly for you. Experience is something you acquire quite fast. ❞

[themculibrary]

Non-Explicit Slash Pairings Masterlist

a developing habit (ao3) - Moransroar steve/tony G, 3k

Summary: Courtesy of having spent years in the ice, Steve can’t stand the cold. Luckily, there is someone who can help him with that.

aim (ao3) - visiblemarket clint/phil M, 61k

Summary: Clint “Hawkeye” Barton takes on a contract for one Philip J. Coulson. It all goes downhill from there.

(And uphill for a while. Then downhill again. Mostly downhill, overall).

all it takes is faith, trust, and a dream (ao3) - Espressosaur, ohstars steve/bucky G, 45k

Summary: A road trip, a fairytale, a prince, and a boy who never grew up, together they make a story filled with magic.

below freezing (ao3) - aftersoon (notboldly) rhodey/tony M, 11k

Summary: When Rhodey crash lands in the Himalayan wilderness, it tests more than just his survival skills.

bless this ink and our souls (ao3) - Akira_of_the_Twilight bucky/clint/steve/tony T, 5k

Summary: Steve and Tony venture to Nelson & Murdock, Attorneys at Law to bless the ink that they will need for their protection spell.

Things get heated between Steve and Tony, and Matt Murdock reveals a secret of Tony’s that leaves Steve stunned.

camping for three (ao3) - hopelessly_me clint/steve, bucky/clint, bucky/clint/steve T, 3k

Summary: Clint plans a camping trip so he can try to learn a little bit more about Bucky and if a three-way relationship is something that can work for everyone.

come on closer (ao3) - Epiphanyx7 steve/tony E, 4k

Summary: [[… porn.]]

Or, the one where Steve wants to talk to Tony about something important.

hand over your heart (ao3) - cherryvanilla clint/phil, steve/tony M, 7k

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have i changed? (ao3) - katling tony/stpehen T, 141k

Summary: I liked you more before you met the Avengers.

It’s an offhand comment that Tony wasn’t sure he was actually meant to hear. But he did and he doesn’t know what it means. Lucky for him, Rhodey’s got an answer for him.

hey, stephen (i’ve been holding back this feeling) (ao3) - hopelessrdj tony/stephen G, 11k

Summary: Tony Stark and Stephen Strange have never met each other before until the day every student at their university gets forced into attending one co-educative class not connected to their major. Both geniuses end up in the music department and in order to make it more interesting they come up with a competition between the two of them.

it’s been a long, long time (ao3) - darling_highness steve/bucky T, 4k

Summary: Steve and Bucky on vacation…

once lost (now found) (ao3) - Teeelsie bucky/clint M, 40k

Summary: There’s a beat and then Phil says, “Clint, you don’t have anything to prove.”

And that stings, because, “If you think I’m doing this to prove anything to anyone, then you don’t know me half as well as I thought you did.” He hears Phil sigh on the other end of the comm. “Besides,” Clint tells him, “I’ll have back-up. I’ll have Barnes. Hawkeye out.” He reaches up and clicks off the comm, cutting off Phil’s continued objection mid-word.

Eight days these assholes have had Barnes and he’s not going to let them keep him for another hour, much less another day. He doesn’t have anything to prove, but he sure as hell isn’t going to give anyone any reason to question his actions, either.

shelter from cold (ao3) - torchestogether peter/wade M, 7k

Summary: The snowstorm was too severe for anyone to sleep out on the streets. Peter knew it was a bad idea, but even Deadpool deserved to have someone looking out for him.

six feet apart but definitely gay (ao3) - hvllanders ned/peter G, 2k

Summary: or

Five Times Peter and Ned Fail at Telling People They’re Dating and One Time They Don’t

sky is clear tomorrow (ao3) - sketchnurse sam/bucky T, 5k

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space is for the birds (ao3) - hopelessly_me bucky/clint/steve T, 3k

Summary: Clint gets elected by Tony to travel to space with him to repair a spaceship, and all Clint wants to do is get back home to Bucky and Steve.

three men in a vw (ao3) - Brokenpitchpipe steve/bucky T, 3k

Summary: Steve steps back into the car and closes the door, lips still tingling.

“You don’t like blondes,” Bucky says.

Sam chokes.

trading in on our names (ao3) - pherryt clint/bucky T, 11k

Summary: Hawkeye and the Winter Soldier didn’t know each others identities. Being mercenaries meant secrets both inside and outside of the jobs. That didn’t stop either of them from admiring from afar, resigned to never going any further.

Then Clint and Bucky started dating and life got a little more complicated…

under stars (ao3) - vulcantastic steve/tony T, 14k

Summary: Commander Tony Stark, just kicked off the USS Expedition for mutiny, finds comfort in an ensign wandering the halls of the USS Quinjeti at 0400 hours. Southern comfort, no less.

who we are (ao3) - reclusiveq steve/bucky G, 3k

Summary: When Bucky comes home beat up, Steve is left to wonder why. His search for an answer will reveal a truth his friend may not be ready to share.

[stardust-walker]

World on Fire: Chapter 2 {Loki x Sigyn)

Summary: Sigyn was supposed to have died almost 100 years ago. A peace mission to Migard gone wrong and she had never returned. Everyone had thought she was dead until Loki is shown someone who looks too familiar when he comes to Earth on a mission. Sharon Odell. Shannon Orwell. Sidney Orwell. No matter what name she goes by, it’s all the same. Now that Gods and heroes are real, there’s no use hiding who she really is anymore.

Masterlist

Chapter 2: Start a war

Sidney hated the fact that she was stuck without much of a choice. She had to trust SHIELD and that meant she had to trust Nick Fury with her life. A heavy sigh left her lips right as she heard a branch crack in the woods somewhere behind her. The blonde squeezed her eyes shut and took a deep breath. She couldn’t get turned around right now when she was so close to getting out of here. 

Sidney’s eyes popped open as she heard a jet flying overhead. She was off again, but this time she didn’t even care. She pushed her way through the brush and branches before she stumbled into a clearing. As the wind whipped around her, she faced the woods. Those rogue agents could still be after her.

“Miss Orwell,” a voice shouted over the whir of the engine. She had been so in her own world, she hadn’t even heard them land behind her. A small smile appeared on her face as she turned and met the gaze of Phil Coulson. “How nice of you to join us,” Coulson called over the roar of the engines. Sidney stomped past him as the jet began to ascend again.

As the ramp began to close back up, they could just see the two SHIELD agents stumble out of the woods. “So those bastards were still following me,” Sidney grumbled as she shrugged off her leather jacket. 

“Some branches in your hair,” Coulson smiled as he motioned towards the back of his own head.

Her eyes narrowed and a sarcastic remark was cut off by another voice.

“Anymore detours?” That voice.

Sidney turned quickly. Her jaw nearly dropped as she finally realized they weren’t the only passengers on the jet. She swallowed hard as Coulson stepped forward to make introductions. She could practically feel the excitement that radiated off of the older man. “Steve, this is Sidney Orwell. Sidney, this is-”

“Steve Rogers,” Sidney interrupted as she took a step forward and held out her hand. Steve stood and squeezed a little too tight as they shook hands. “Pleasure to meet you, Captain.” She smirked as she pulled her hand from his grasp and straightened out her green sweater. “I have to say, I’ve been dying to meet you since they thawed you out.”

“It’s a pleasure, ma’am. I wish the circumstances were better,” he smiled at her. She couldn’t help but notice how terribly sad he looked. “I knew an Orwell.” Sidney’s shoulder stiffened as Phil’s eyebrows shot up. 

“Shannon,” Sidney stated after a few moments of silence. Her mind worked quickly. “My grandmother,” she answered Steve’s unspoken question. This seemed to comfort the man somewhat. The two of them were silent for a second.

“You mean to tell me that your grandmother knew Captain America and you held out on me?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be working right now, Philip?” Sidney responded in a cold voice. “Call me old-fashioned, but sometimes a girl would like to know who’s trying to kidnap her. Along with what they want with the Tesseract.” 

“Hope you’re a quick study. There’s a final exam when we land,” Coulson dead-panned as he picked up a tablet off of the seat where Steve had been along with a folder. “This will tell you all that we’re working with so far.”

Sidney lowered herself onto the bench across from Steve as the two men moved closer to the cockpit to talk. She was grateful they weren’t closer when she opened the folder. It felt like all of the air left her lungs and she just couldn’t bring herself to breathe as she stared at the image that had clearly been printed from security footage. There was Selvig on the right and Barton on the left. They hadn’t been lying about agents being compromised that was for sure.

It was the man in the middle that had caught her attention. He looked tired and sickly, but it was him. The person who had tried to kidnap her was Loki. She could feel the whole charade starting to crumble down around her already.

Coulson had realized a few minutes before they landed that he needed to make sure Sidney knew exactly what she was getting into. She quickly recited a shortened version of the notes she’d read about the others. Banner was a genius who turned into a monster due to gamma radiation. Natasha was a former Soviet spy, current SHIELD spy. She had tried hard to repress any emotion in her voice when she stated all she knew was that Iron Man was a man with more money than God.

Steve had laughed at that one. “Sounds like something your grandmother would say about his father,” he shook his head as the small jet jolted.

Coulson clapped his hands together. “Alright, everyone out of the bus.”

Sidney rolled her eyes as she slapped her hand down on the folder one last time before she turned to stand up. Steve had his hand held out in front of her. “What a gentleman. This must be what it was like in the good old days,” she joked as she allowed him to help her to her feet. The blonde still felt far off in her own world as she shrugged her jacket on and followed the men out onto the deck. 

The salty sea air relaxed her as she took a deep breath and allowed herself to get lost in the sensation of it for just a few seconds. The dampness in the air felt nice after being cooped up in a jet or running through the woods for most of the day.

It felt like home.

“Welcome back, Sidney,” a familiar voice called out.

A smile spread across her face as she reached out an clapped a hand on Natasha’s shoulder. “Don’t get too cozy, Romanoff. I don’t plan to make this a regular thing.”

Natasha rolled her eyes as she motioned for the two of them to follow her. “It was quite the buzz around here when they found you in the ice.” The red-head addressed Steve as Sidney continued to survey her new surroundings. “I thought Coulson was gonna swoon.”

Sidney snorted. 

“Did he ask you to sign his Captain America training cards yet?”

“Natasha,” Sidney scolded jokingly. “Let’s not scare away out new friend.”

Natasha smirked at the blonde woman as Steve stepped forward to greet another new arrival.“Dr. Bruce Banner,” she interjected, “this is Dr. Sidney Orwell. Her family’s been with SHIELD since the beginning.”

“Very nice to meet you,” Banner waved at her as he smiled awkwardly. His hands tugged nervously at his jacket as he seemed to study her warily.

“It’s an honor to meet you, Dr. Banner. Your research is just absolutely incredible.”

“Sidney was brought on to help with the Tesseract…once we get a hand on it, anyway.” She didn’t miss how Steve seemed to tense up at every mention of the cube. 

“I expect we’ll be spending a lot of time together then,” Sidney grinned. “Don’t worry, I pride myself on being a very calming person.”

Bruce let out a short laugh. Sidney couldn’t shake the feeling that things were going to go downhill very fast. She had heard of the Hulk. Everyone had after what happened in the Bronx, but the only thing she could do was try. As long as she did what SHIELD wanted her to do, she could go home.

Home.

Maybe she could even see—No. She wouldn’t even let herself think about that even as her heart beat a little faster and her stomach turned.

“It must be strange for you. All of this,” Bruce motioned around the deck. At least Bruce seemed like a nice person; she wasn’t too sure she wanted to meet the other guy yet.

“Well actually, all of this is kind of familiar.” Steve sighed.

“We might want to step inside for a minute. It’s gonna get a little hard to breathe.” Sidney didn’t miss the smirk on Natasha’s face as she turned to face her. 

“God I hate planes,” Sidney whispered to herself as she jolted slightly when they rose up out of the ocean and into the sky.

The bridge of the plane was impressive that was for sure. If SHIELD was anything, they were efficient. Her stomach turned just a little bit as she spotted Nick Fury at the helm of everything.

“Gentlemen,” the older man called out as he turned around. “Sidney,” he nodded at her. The blonde responded with a sarcastic smile. 

“Hello, Nicholas.” She patted the man on the shoulder as he passed her to greet Bruce. 

“How long am I staying?”

“That’s exactly the question I had, doctor,” Sidney chimed in.

“Once we find the Tesseract, you’re in the wind,” Fury replied. Was that supposed to be reassuring?

Sidney narrowed her eyes slightly as Coulson spoke up from the lower deck. “We’re accessing every wirelessly accessible camera on the planet.”

Sidney suddenly became very aware of her own phone in her pocket. She would have to make a mental note to dump both of her phones when she was done with this place. Bastards.

“It’s still not going to find them in time,” Natasha sounded worried. That couldn’t be good.

“How many spectrometers do you have access to,” Bruce frowned. 

“How many are there?” Fury raised an eyebrow.

Sidney pursed her lips as she watched Banner shrug off his jacket. “Call every lab you know. Tell them to put the spectrometers on the roof and calibrate them for gamma rays. I’ll figure out a tracking algorithm. Basic cluster recognition.”

“Dr. Banner, I’m impressed.” Sidney smiled as she nodded her head. She figured it went without saying that she would help him with that. “Do you have somewhere for us to work, Fury?” She crossed her arms in front of her chest. 

“Agent Romanoff?” Fury called out. “Could you show Dr. Banner and Dr. Orwell to the laboratory?” 

At least she trusted Natasha enough to follow her.

“So what’s your specialty?” She didn’t expect Bruce to be one for friendly conversation and if anything this proved her right. He was trying to be nice, she could tell. It seemed like he hadn’t had a normal conversation in years. Sidney knew what that felt like a little too well.

“Astrophysics,” she sighed. “Kind of runs in the family,” she smiled as she brushed her hair from her eyes. 

The two of them were silent as Sidney began to busy herself. SHIELD’s technology was advanced past what the general population had access too but, thankfully, she had somewhat of a grasp on it. As her hands extended along the touch screen that hung in the middle of the room. 

“Are you one of them?” Bruce spoke up suddenly. Sidney’s dark eyes narrowed as she surveyed the man.

Sidney hated to say it, but she’d been asked that question many times. Maybe not in the same context but still. “A spy? Oh no, Bruce. I’m far too much of a talker to make a good spy.” She laughed at her own poor excuse for a joke. “I’m more of a quiet observer if anything.”

“Sounds a little like a spy to me,” Banner retorted. Sidney let out a small peal laughter. 

She dragged her fingers along the screen. All the humor disappeared from her expression as her face went pale. “What the hell,” she whispered as she tapped the screen again.

“What?” 

“Nothing,” Sidney shook her head as she gulped. 

“What the hell is that?” Bruce raised an eyebrow as he stepped closer. 

Sidney shook her head. “Nothing! I…I was just trying to see what they had on Loki and Thor. I guess I just ended up in the wrong section or something.”

“Why Thor?” Bruce frowned in confusion.

Sidney crossed her arms over her chest as she stared at the image on the screen. “Because they’re brothers. Haven’t you heard the stories?” She wasn’t surprised to hear that Bruce lacked knowledge in the Norse mythology department.

“So if you were looking for them, why-”

He trailed off as Sidney swiped the image off the screen and hurried from the room. The text on the screen was still burned into her mind’s eye. 

Alias: Sidney Orwell

Threat Level: Neutralized

There was no time to corner Fury as she intended to. No time for anything, in fact, as she stomped her way onto the bridge of the ship.

“We found him. 67% match. No…79% match!”

She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the image on the computer. He didn’t look quite as sick as he did in the photograph, but something still felt…off.

A chill went down her spine as Loki cast a brief glance at the security camera.

He knew they were watching him.

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Hello friendos, here’s another chapter. I’m just out here tryin my best so feel free to give me any feedback. I really appreciate it! Let me know if you would want to be added to a taglist! Hope you continue to enjoy!

[lightcreators]

@realmyths continue from here

"Dangerous?" The Doctor can't help but let out a slight giggle. "I eat danger for breakfast. Well, not actually. I prefer cereal. Or croissants or..." The Doctor trails off, shaking her head. She has to focus on the situation at hand. "I'll be fine, in the end. Hopefully." She's experienced plenty of danger and come out of it relatively unscathed. So she's sure this situation will be no different.

She'll find her way through it. "You should go. Especially if it's as dangerous as you say." The last thing she wants is for any human to get hurt. She'd rather get hurt herself than allow anyone else to. Of course, sometimes it's unavoidable. Sometimes people getting hurt will happen no matter what the Doctor does. Though she tries to avoid it as much as possible, sometimes things just don't turn out the way she wanted them to. "I've got this well in hand."

The Doctor takes out her sonic, scanning the area for anything out of the ordinary. She looks at the readings and frowns. "That can't be right. That's not supposed to be here." She looks around, trying to determine the source of her sonic's readings. When she does, she notices that the man is still there.

So she looks at him, a serious expression on her face now. "You need to leave, now. If my sonic is correct then something extraordinary is going on. Aliens are here, and they might not be friendly. Of course, some aliens are friendly." Like her. "But I doubt these ones are. So you should leave, while you still have the chance."

In the distance, the Doctor hears some noises. They appear to be coming from her right and seem to be getting closer. "Run!" She says to the man, pointing to her left. "That way! Quick, hurry!"

Well, having an closer approach to the Doctor lifestyle … probably wasn't what he expected. Personally, where he was involved as the current persona he was --- it was an obscure world in which he was an observer of another alternative concerning himself … but wasn't involved in the party … neither knowing what kind of adventures it was supposed to be. Confusion reached his expression as the sudden change of topic. Alright, she was eating danger as breakfast, though she apparently experienced an normal one too … Symptoms of stress ? Check. Even if intuitively, he believed on her abilities to found something concerning their current circumstances … some inner trust who hold no questioning. How everything about their current situation was familiar … but at the same strange. For his defense, he already knew an cricketer man who was as cold as a ice, and sounded immensitly emotionless compared to the waves of emotions he could watch of her … On his side, it was another Monday. Nothing changing of his usual missions across the world. ❝ I wasn't really worried about you managing to get out of it, honestly … ❞ It was mostly how brought her presence under the carpet for one of his boss reports he could be worried. It had been an silent decision after all, that no one asking him to do --- protecting the existence of an particular Doctor off records for avoid potential questioning. Normally, the Doctor wasn't supposed to offer further mess … and for be quite honest, whatever if it's was his universe Doctor or another, it seemed natural to bring such protective lock !

He wanted to be reassuring for the second part. As much he appreciated her concerns, it was belonging to that dangerous world too, and oh, it was accidentally his job to dealing with aliens --- with less means than her, but nevertheless, having to do some talk going. Protecting the world in middle of the ground. Protecting the world by facing danger himself. ❝ You'll be surprised how accoustumed I am to dangerous missions … ❞ He noticed slowly. Everything he would have to manage, would be not be something she must keep an endless eyes on ? After all, even if he didn't knew her --- like at all … no, he didn't received an manual or everything that should be known about the Doctor, it remained an big question mark as the distinctive sign of a person who was crossed in an inter-dimension --- he cannot denied some protective desires on his part ? Another confusion was left towards her sonic, as he watched around as he could scanning the era all the same. He remained at her side, observing. So far, it was another Monday like any other. He was just a bit more … confused. ❝ Unfortunately, I can't do that … if there are aliens, I have to deal with them as well. ❞ If she didn't told him what her sonic reading had been saying, he cannot guess it sadly. Oh, he was going to ask a lot of questions he seemed. Calmness of his voice didn't changed. There was no particular stress in his voice. How handling circumstances was mostly his worries. He realizing the sounds in same way than her. Alright, don't be spotted by the aliens, step one. Second step would be maybe to identify aliens and know how aggressive they are ? In middle of his observer spot, he didn't argue the immediate order. He had been following her, where as he sensed, he was going to ask lot of questions. ❝ Right. What your sonic catch up ? Do you know what kind of aggressive aliens can we expect ? ❞

[simmonsofshield]

Reassignment

Part 1/1

Pairing: none Characters: Kate Beckett, Kevin Ryan, Javier Esposito, Jemma Simmons, Philip Coulson

Summary: Amidst clean up after the Battle of New York, things happen and Officer Y/N ends up in the quinjet’s medical bay.

Words: 1900+

A/N:  Unplanned, but I guess in honor of my url change, Jemma has a small feature in this fic! This was originally gonna be a copy-paste of one of my fics from wattpad, but then I wanted to make it more accurate to New York so 98% of this is new writing. So much for trying to cut corners. 🤷😂 Loose tie-ins of Agents of SHIELD and Castle. (Characters, not really the shows..) Canonically, Skye (Daisy) wouldn’t have her powers yet, but my story my rules lol. So she does. Three weeks late (I was suppose to post this on the 1st), but at least I got it done, right? This is for @fanfictionaries​‘s classic trope challenge. I chose police au. Takes place after Avengers.

Police codes key: 12-David-19 [Precinct # - city section - police car id] used 9th precinct as reference 10-50 Disorderly (group, person, noise) non-crime 10-10 Possible crime (many tags, the one i use is P, suspicious person/prowler)

“Here’s what’s going on today,” Captain Beckett begins, “it’s been almost six months since the Battle of New York. Midtown South is still asking for help with crowd control and patrol of the area, as most of their officers are helping with clean up. I told them the 12th Precinct is happy to help as long as it doesn’t interfere with our daily patrols. Today they’re only asking for two, so Ryan and Esposito, it’s on you today. Just make sure no weirdos or teens with sticky fingers try to get in the rubble.”

“Yes Captain.”

“L/N, my office, please.”

You look at her with surprise, then over to the boys. Ryan is the first to speak, rolling his eyes, “Of course. Little Y/N getting special treatment once again. I bet you’re getting put on a really cool case. You know, she’s basically training you to be a mini her.”

You roll your eyes back at him, “Sounds like you’re just jealous because I rose to this rank in half the time it took you.”

“Ooooo...” Esposito calls from his desk, “want some ice for that burn?”

“Shut up,” he mumbles as he slumps back in his chair.

You laugh as you walk to Beckett’s office, the door being closed behind you. You start to get worried when she starts shutting the blinds too. “Captain?”

She sets a file in front of you and begins explaining. “Though Kevin was joking, he wasn’t wrong. You have impressed me since you came here from the academy. You were the youngest to be promoted to detective, and your persistence hasn’t gone unnoticed. Which is why I think you’re perfect for this particular assignment.”

She nods to the file, and you pick it up, opening it. Your brows furrow at the first page and you look back up at her, “I don’t understand. Philip Coulson died on a helicarrier before the attack on New York even happened. Didn’t Loki kill him or whatever?”

“Originally, yes.”

“Originally?”

“Most if it is redacted and classified, but what was released - specifically for you in this file, turn the page - was that some experimental tech was used and more or less brought him back to life.”

You read exactly that as she says it, but you’re left with more questions than answers with every page turn. “What do you mean specifically for me? How many people know he’s alive?”

She blows out some air, sitting down at her desk to look you in the eye, “Only SHIELD level 7 and above. We are of only a few civilians that know. This cannot leave this room. The only others that know are ones that will be a part of this team that Agent Coulson is putting together alongside Agent Maria Hill and Director Fury.”

Again, more questions. “But...I’m a homicide detective...not SHIELD...” You pause for a moment as you try to form a question with all the information that is now in your mind, “Why me?” is what you come up with.

She shrugs, “That’s a question for Coulson or Hill. I can’t answer it. You’ll work today but after that you’ll be with SHIELD and Coulson,” she nods back to the file, “I suggest you finish reading through that tonight.” She stands up and walks toward the door.

“I’m sorry, Captain, one last question,” she lets go of the door handle and turns around, “what does all this mean for this job? Am I like fired or something?”

“No, no, nothing like that,” she says with a smile, “Agent Hill and I already discussed the technicalities, but basically what will be said is that you’re going undercover with SHIELD for a big operation and you’ll be gone for a few weeks. Which, really, isn’t that much of a lie.”

You nodded, somewhat understanding, “Yes, ma’am. See you in a few weeks, I guess.”

She also nods, smiling, “Likewise, detective.”

Nearing the end of your shift, you’re about to head back to the station when there’s an aggravated call on the scanner. “10-50. These crowds are getting out of hand. More officers needed in Midtown near Grand Central.”

You go back and forth in your head for a moment before deciding to respond, “Dispatch, add 12-David-19 to that 10-50 call. En route from East Village. ETA about 20 minutes.” You turn on your lights and try to get there as fast as you can.

Arriving on scene, you park about four blocks away, at Park and 38th, which is as close as you can get with all the rubble and destroyed buildings. This is the main drag of where most of the Avenger’s fight happened. It’s no surprise that half of New York is here to see the damage, even six months later.

Now on foot, you’re about halfway to Grand Central Station when you hear the breaking of glass and catch some suspicious activity out of the corner of your eye. You follow, talking into your radio, “This is 12-David-19. I’ve got a 10-10P. Kids breaking windows of businesses. It doesn’t look like they’ve stolen anything yet. I’m going to keep an eye on them. Requesting one or two officers for backup if anyone can leave Grand Central Station. 40th street, headed NorthEast.”

You casually follow at a distance until all of a sudden, “Whoa, dudes, check this out!” One of the kids picks up a weapon of some sort. Clearly not of this world and from the Battle, you’re 99% sure. He poses with it and one of his friends takes a picture of him with their phone. “I wonder what this button does.”

“Ahh!” Whatever came out of the weapon hits you directly in the shoulder and you fall to the ground. This is the first time the group of kids notice your presence. They fight for a moment, deciding whether to run or help. A groan from you cuts their argument short and most leave, while two stay.

By what you can tell with your blurry vision, they seem to be brothers. The one walking towards you is clearly friends with the ones that fled, while the other is younger. If you had to guess, you’d say early high school, 14-16, and 12ish for their ages.

You grab your radio and talk into it softly. Hopefully someone will be able to hear you. “Ambulance needed at location of 10-10. Officer down, shot with some sort of alien weapon.”

The older one kneels beside you and takes off his shirt, wrapping it around your wound, attempting to make a tourniquet. You let out a raspy laugh. It’s not quite right, but you appreciate the attempt. “You seem to know what you’re doing.”

You can see the fear still on his face but he smiles nonetheless, “I’ve seen a few medical shows. I think this is right.”

“Anything to slow the bleeding. You’re doing good. What’s your name?”

“Derek Saunders. Am I going to jail?”

“N-no, why would you think that?”

“My friend shot you. Aren’t I an accessory or whatever?”

You shake your head, “You watch cop shows too?” you joke.

“My dad’s a cop. He’s helping at Grand Central right now.”

You cough out another laugh. How convenient. You’re about to tell him to call his dad on your radio when you hear another blast. It feels like it happens in slow motion. You watch as the burst of energy goes up at an angle and hits the building next to where you’re laying. You hear the boy yell something in the opposite direction, you’re assuming at his brother, who most likely got curious and picked up the alien weapon. You see the huge pieces of building falling towards you and Derek.

You let out a scream, though you’re not sure how loud it is due to your blood loss and how tired you’re getting. You close your eyes, knowing the inevitable is going to happen, and just waiting for it. You feel the ground rumble and try to open your eyes to understand what's going on, but you can’t.

Your world goes black.

You wake up to the sound of steady beeping. It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the brightness of the fluorescent lights, but once you do you begin to panic. You know this is medical equipment and you’re in a room of some sort, but you’re not sure, something doesn’t feel right. It doesn’t seem like a hospital room.

You hear the whooshing of an automatic door sliding open. “It’s okay, officer. No need to panic. You are in great hands.” A pleasant British voice says to you. It does put you at ease a little.

The brunette seems to be taking your vitals or something at the moment, writing on a clipboard. You clear your throat, “Uh..where am I?”

“Oh of course,” she smiles embarrassedly, “welcome to the Bus. We’re with SHIELD. You’re safe.” she reassures.

“The Bus?” you raise an eyebrow.

“Yes,” your eyes shoot to the new voice, “welcome aboard.”

“Agent Coulson.” You try to sit up, but the pain in your shoulder stops you. You wince and lay back down.

“I assumed our meeting would be under better circumstances, but this’ll have to do.” he says with a smile. “Thank you, Simmons.” he nods at the girl and she leaves.

“What happened?”

“We heard your call on 40th.”

“Were you tracking me?”

“No,” he scoffs, “just making sure you didn’t get hurt before we got to meet you. Kinda failed at that, huh?”

You can’t help but chuckle a little, “Okay, but how the heck did I....” you trailed off, trying to think of how to word your question.

“Not die?” he looks at you, finishing your sentence.

“Uh, yeah.”

“You have Skye to thank for that. To avoid a lengthy explanation, she has the ability to ‘quake’ things apart and stopped the piece of building from falling on you and the young man helping you.”

“What happened to Derek and his brother?”

“They’re safe. And the weapon has been confiscated, now SHIELD property.”

You nodded, content with his explanations. There’s a lull in the conversation and you take the time to actually take in your surroundings. The room you’re in is glass on three sides, the fourth being a wall of shelves for medical items. You look down at yourself, not in a gown like a hospital, but someone’s tank top and shorts. You’d have to ask about that later. You focus on your shoulder, eyes going wide. It still hurts, but looks completely healed. 

“Pretty cool, huh?” you look at Agent Coulson, who is smiling like a proud dad, “you’d lost a lot of blood by the time we found you. We immediately put you in the tissue regeneration pod and got it going on your shoulder. It looks healed, but you’ll have to stay in here for a couple more days and be monitored.”

“Tissue regeneration? How long was I out?”

“From when we found you to getting you to the pod, only a few minutes, but we had to anesthetize you so you wouldn’t wake up during the regeneration, so you've been out for about 16 hours.”

“Oh.” is all you’re able to say, still taking it in. Tissue regeneration. How are you supposed to comprehend that? “Thanks, I guess.”

He nods, “So are you ready to discuss your new position with SHIELD?”

Besides the man being in front of you, you had completely forgotten about your transition from NYPD detective to possibly SHIELD agent? The two of you certainly had a lot to talk about. “Yes, sir.”

[daughterofphil]

Director Rogers Timeline

As an FYI, this is an EXTREMELY rough MCU Timeline. I’m going to do another one that is specifically for the Grant Ward Redemption Verse, but this one needed to be done for the Director Rogers to get some dead on specifics corrected. Like Scarlett’s age. And yes I changed Coulson’s mom so sue me. 

March 10, 1917 - Bucky Barnes is Born

August 15, 1917 - Howard Stark is born

May 8, 1918 - Joseph Rogers die

July 4, 1918, - Steve Rogers is Born

1919 - Daniel Sousa is born

1920 - Rebecca Barnes is born

April 9, 1921 - Peggy Carter is born

1925 - Robert Coulson is born

1936 - Sarah Rogers dies

1939 - Stark Industries is founded

1943 - Stark Expo in New York

Late 1942/Early 1943 - Future Scarlett gets thrown back to the past where she meets and falls in love with Steve, meets her grandfather, Daniel, before he loses his leg.

May 1943 - Scarlett returns to her present day

June 14, 1943 - Steve is recruited by Erskine

June 15, 1943 - Bucky ships out

June 22, 1943 - Steve gets Super Soldier serum {Project: Rebirth}

November 3, 1943 - Steve rescues the 107th

1944 - Battle of Finow

December 1944 - Siege of Bastogne; Daniel loses his leg due to shrapnel but is saved thanks to Steve & the Howling Commandos

March 3, 1945 - Bucky falls from the train; labeled KIA however was taken captive by Hydra and turned into the Winter Soldier

March 4th, 1945 - Steve crashes the Valkyrie into the ice

May 8, 1945 - WWII ends

1946 - Peggy is working in the SSR office in New York, meeting her future husband Daniel Sousa. She also saves Howard’s ass yet again

1947 - Peggy goes to California, reconnecting with Daniel, to save the world from Zero matter

1949 - Shield is founded by Peggy Carter, Howard Stark, and lesser known founder Chester Philips (Colonel Phillips).

1950 - Rebecca Barnes & Robert Coulson marry

1952 - Peggy Carter & Daniel Sousa-Carter marry

1954 - Alastair Jordan Sousa-Carter is born

1956 - Camilla Stark is born;

September 1960 - Elizabeth Sylvani Carter-Coulson is born

November 22, 1963 - Winter Soldier assassinated JFK.

July 8, 1964 - Philip J. Coulson is born

1965 - Howard & Maria marry

1970 - Peggy becomes Director of Shield

May 29, 1970 - Tony Stark is born

July 1970 - Camellia’s mother dies of Stage 4 Cancer; her grandmother takes her to Howard; Maria and Howard take her in and Maria adopts her as her own daughter

1974 - Alastair & Camilla marry

July 7, 1974 - Robert Coulson (Phil’s Father) dies

February 28, 1976 - Sharon Carter is born

October 7, 1976 - Gracelynn Margaret Carter is born to Alastair Carter & Camilla Stark-Carter

January 7, 1983 - Grant Ward is born

1984 - Phil & Elizabeth marry

May 16, 1985 - Oliver Queen is born

May 16, 1986 - Scarlett Kathleen Coulson is born to Phil & Elizabeth Coulson

July 24, 1987 - Felicity Smoak is born

December 1989 - Elizabeth Coulson is killed in a car accident by a drunk driver.

December 16, 1991 - Howard & Maria Stark die in a “car accident”, but in truth were assassinated by the Winter Soldier

1995 - Captain Marvel comes to Earth; Grant Ward sets his parents house on fire.

2004 - Scarlett graduates High School at 18 and starts engineering degree at MIT where she meets Felicity Smoak; proceeds to party with Oliver Queen & Tommy Merlin

2006 - Scarlett Graduates MIT summa cum laude; she then enters the Operations Academy for Shield and spends the next three years with Natasha as her Supervising Officer; Scarlett meets Grant at the Academy

2008 - Iron Man Events take place

2009 - Natasha runs into Winter Soldier in Odessa; Scarlett graduates the Academy as a level 6 - per Natasha’s recommendation

April 23, 2011 - Steve is found in the ice and thawed by Shield

April 24th, 2011 - Steve wakes; Scarlett is tasked with “babysitting duty”

April 25th, 2011 - Scarlett breaks up with Grant; Steve & Scarlett are at the Lodge and start a relationship.

2012 - Loki/Thanos attacks New York; Phil Coulson “dies”

May 2012 - Coulson is revived at the Guest House

August/September 2012 - Steve moves in with Scarlett

2013 - Peggy is placed in Assisted Living in Washington due to her Alzheimers after an MRI discovers the beginnings of deterioration in her brain. Scarlett & Steve move to Washington.

October 12, 2013 - Steve declared a fugitive by HYDRA-controlled Shield

2013 - The events of Iron Man 3, Thor 2, & Winter Soldier take place

2015 - Ultron & Ant Man Events take place

June 18, 2016 - Peggy Carter Dies

June 18 & After, 2016 - Events of Civil War, Homecoming, Strange, Ragnarok, & Black Panther take place

2019 - Infinity War takes place; Daniel Sousa dies of natural causes post snap

2023 - Endgame takes place

This will be updated as @magickisafoot and I figure out things past Endgame. But right now, it’s more of a touch and go type thing. 

[lightcreators]

He didn't have official clearances regarding the wizarding world. Theoretically. Nevertheless, for once even since he came associated with the MIBs, and Featherine Augustus Aurora, there was an smaller happiness to have touched from afar, even slightly, that witches world --- an name not frontally exposed to his face, still, nevertheless, was given meaning towards everything he has been concerned so far, and their position in middle of his board. While the wizard was struggling with the existence of super-heroes he pretty helped upon the international knoweldge, he could touch familiarity close. Amusingly, it was like he had sensed he has been here before. Dealing with some potential dark lord before, and in which his position hadn't been that much sidelined … as he could understanding his other self ambition to wishing some big villain passing a bad time. ❝ Hm. I doubt a dark lord would have gone unnoticed in this country even if he wanted to. Magical anomalies are something I'm driven to track down to the extent of having a lead, however, some people will frown upon such intruders. I should have some news soon. Your superiors need to have him alive so that he can be judged as he should be ? Sorry to ask, it might help me give the right orders if we find him with the need to react quickly … ❞ Mostly convincing his alternative self not commit an murder because oops, mere notion of an dark lord would giving him nice ideas about how ending his life, since there was no one for stop him at the second. There was amusement inside his features. ❝ Good at hiding for the current moment. Oh believe me, him kill again might be his most fatal mistake he would regret to have done. ❞ There was definitely familiarity he didn't understand about, he mused. ❝ It's temporary. Hunt down big bad guys is never an easy task, and responsibility is huge on your shoulders. I can speak from experience. Once found, it will be a matter of time. ❞ He reassured at once.

" Always here if you need some help" ( from Phil Coulson) from @lightcreators

"-Thanks." Harry mumbled, not looking up from his paper work. When the aurors had sent him to New York saying a dark wizard had escaped here, well... he hadn't expected it to be so bloody complicated.

Super heroes.

The wizard scoffed at the idea, but then again he had been a certain kind of hero in England hadn't he? "You've been a big help since I came over here but there hasn't been a new lead in months. Our wanna be dark lord is...frustratingly good at hiding." The frustration in his voice was evident.

"He's gonna kill again and there's not a bloody thing I can do about it."

[stony-ao3-feed]

As Long as I Live, I’ll Come Back

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2YStjuN

by jaime_les_corbeaux

Steve woke up without his daemon.

It was covered up, of course. No one could know that Captain America—the paragon, symbol of freedom and justice—didn’t have a daemon, even though that wasn’t strictly true. Steve knew that she was out there somewhere. She was looking for him. He’d be looking for her if he knew how to.

If he had the time.

If he could.

In SHIELD’s eyes, him not having a daemon was a massive bonus. So, he’d given up on finding her. Even though every step hurt like hell.

.

Tony was different, in many ways. One of them was that he had a same-sex daemon.

Nowadays, it wasn’t that weird - really more of a quick head-scratcher and a fun trivia bite. They used to think it meant the human was gay, but that was false. Truthfully, no one knew what caused it, just that it was...different. Interesting.

Tony used to think he was the strangest thing around. Then Captain America came out of the ice, aliens invaded New York, and the Captain revealed that he didn’t have a daemon. Or, didn’t know where she was. And damn it all if Tony wasn’t going to help...in between trying to help with other things.

Words: 1130, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Various Daemons, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Phil Coulson

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Daemons, Daemon Separation, Daemon Feels, We back in 2012 baby, for now, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Depression, Anxiety, Anxiety Attacks, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Avengers, Not everything will be angsty lol, tags may be added as we go, warnings will be at the beginning of any chapter that needs them

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2YStjuN

[resinonao3]

The Restoration Artist - Teaser Snippet

A collaboration for @cabigbang

Header Art by @cryo-bucky​ Traditional Art by @samthebirdbae Fic by @resinonao3 (Ao3)

Artwork rating: G Fic rating: Explicit Word count: 110,000 Relationship: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes Archive Warnings: None - Additional tags below the cut

Summary:

As a conservator of rare oil paintings for The Met, Steve Rogers thinks of himself part scientist, part archaeologist, but hardly an artist in his own right. Only when he’s faced with the daunting task of restoring a frozen painting from a recently unearthed Nazi art hoard does he start to feel his passion for the craft return. Before he has a chance to understand what that means, Steve is transported to the 1940’s, where he meets both The Winter Soldier himself, and his own destiny.

TEASER SNIPPET

New York Times - ART & DESIGN SECTION

Secrets of Nazi Art Rescue Continue as Long Lost Vault Yields Frozen Treasure By SHARON CARTER

October 6, 2016

Within days after it was discovered that an 85-year-old man had hoarded hundreds of artworks collected by his mentor during the Nazi era in an unmarked Siberian bunker, the world gasped at the prospect of rediscovering long-lost treasures.

This week, two months after the discovery of the bunker inherited by Aleksander Lukin, the vault was finally opened. Past seismic activity had damaged the structure, which delayed the excavation.  

Once the three foot thick door was removed, though, workers were met with shocking conditions. It was quickly discovered that while the inner chamber remained structurally intact, a breach in the antiquated ventilation system had allowed snowmelt to flood the vault. Over time the underground facility had turned into a giant freezer, trapping the contents in solid ice for decades.

The collection contains over 500 items, including not only paintings, sculptures, sketches, and drawings but also ledgers and other documentation, most of which will not be disclosed until a full investigation on the provenance of the pieces has been concluded.

Most of the finest works in the collection were acquired by the late Mr. Lukin’s mentor, Vasily Karpov, an art dealer who began smuggling art out of Nazi Germany in 1938. Among other accolades, Karpov was also one of the original founders of Shield’s, the world-renowned auction house based out of New York. Just as Shield’s is known for conservation efforts, Karpov’s efforts mostly focused on rescuing art that had been dubbed ‘degenerate’ by the National Socialist party, and brokered deals for Jewish families attempting to exchange their collections for passage out of Nazi occupied territory. While Karpov’s motives are scrutinized by some historians as war profiteering, Karpov bypassed checkpoints by requiring the first party owners of the work to travel with it. This established an art-fueled underground railroad that allowed many Jewish families to escape persecution and they themselves considered the man a hero.

Lukin left his possessions, including the now infamous art hoard, to Shield’s, and a number of their top art historians were on site to assess the finding. Not all were disappointed in what they uncovered.

“In a way this could be a blessing,” said Philip Coulson, long time art historian for Shield’s. “Despite the level of damage and decay caused from exposure to the elements, we’ll still be able to identify much of what’s been stored here. Even if we can’t salvage anything, what we’re most excited for are some answers.”

There is evidence that the vault may contain works by Monet, Cézanne, Renoir, Fabergé, Otto Dix, and other masters, though only one piece in the collection has been identified to the press, and is perhaps the most mysterious. The single portrait was recovered from the vault while keeping it encased in ice in an effort to protect it from succumbing to rapid decay. Coulson identified the subject as a lone American soldier from the Second World War, artist is unknown.

The rest of the hoard, according to Alexander Pierce, Chairman of Shield’s, will remain on site as they are carefully excavated from their frigid prison.

“I know this sounds like a disaster,” said Pierce. “We are doing all we can to safely relocate the rest of the collection and identify more that may be somewhere in one of Lukin’s many properties and holdings. Later in life, the man became fairly eccentric. I wouldn’t be surprised if we found some kind of message that he left behind.”

Whether or not this one, frozen painting was left as some clue leading to the rest of the collection or simply abandoned due to relatively unremarkable provenance has yet to be determined.

The single recovered painting has been dubbed The Winter Soldier due to the condition it was found in. It will be transported to a world-class restoration department of The Metropolitan Museum of Art in hopes that the painting can be salvaged.

For now the mystery of the Lukin art hoard will continue to baffle the art world and historians alike, until The Winter Soldier can tell his own story.

About Shield’s

Shield’s, the world's leading art business, had global auction, private, and digital sales in first half of 2016 that totalled £2.35 billion / $3 billion. Shield’s is a name and place that speaks of extraordinary art, unparalleled service and expertise, as well as international glamour. Shield’s offers around 350 auctions annually in over 80 categories, including all areas of fine and decorative arts, jewelry, photographs, collectibles, wine, and more. Prices range from $200 to over $100 million. Shield’s also has a long and successful history conducting private sales for its clients in all categories, with emphasis on Post-War & Contemporary, Impressionist & Modern, Old Masters, and Jewelry. With an origin in protecting cultural property throughout political, social, and environmental turmoil, Shield’s is the very icon of art conservation the world over.

Alongside regular sales online, Shield’s has a global presence in 46 countries, with 10 salerooms around the world in London, New York, Paris, Geneva, Milan, Amsterdam, Dubai, Zürich, Hong Kong, and Shanghai.

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[lightcreators]

❝ From my personal opinion, I still believe we can change humans mentality. ❞ There was reassurance within his voice, in which there was hidden playfulness concerning how currently, he was reflecting an sentence his other self must have said already. He was still human no matter what, but dealing with inhuman beings was quite something he became accoustumed to. Nevertheless, he cannot exposing that in an professional point of view, when his job consisted to keep them hidden from public eye, to protecting them. ❝ Your powers aren't an curse if you have an environement for exploring them in safety, what I can offer you. ❞ He noted as this was part of his mission, without exposing how couple of super-heroes were important for having themselves powers on their own. ❝ Public opinion can be prepared to have to get used to the difference, by preparing the ground quite effectively beforehand, knowing that this difference can help them. ❞

Starter for @lightcreators

" Humans will never accept my people, Coulson. They barely accept other people who appear too different from themselves.. "

[ao3feed-stony]

As Long as I Live, I’ll Come Back

by jaime_les_corbeaux

Steve woke up without his daemon.

It was covered up, of course. No one could know that Captain America—the paragon, symbol of freedom and justice—didn’t have a daemon, even though that wasn’t strictly true. Steve knew that she was out there somewhere. She was looking for him. He’d be looking for her if he knew how to.

If he had the time.

If he could.

In SHIELD’s eyes, him not having a daemon was a massive bonus. So, he’d given up on finding her. Even though every step hurt like hell.

.

Tony was different, in many ways. One of them was that he had a same-sex daemon.

Nowadays, it wasn’t that weird - really more of a quick head-scratcher and a fun trivia bite. They used to think it meant the human was gay, but that was false. Truthfully, no one knew what caused it, just that it was...different. Interesting.

Tony used to think he was the strangest thing around. Then Captain America came out of the ice, aliens invaded New York, and the Captain revealed that he didn’t have a daemon. Or, didn’t know where she was. And damn it all if Tony wasn’t going to help...in between trying to help with other things.

Words: 1130, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Various Daemons, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Phil Coulson

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Daemons, Daemon Separation, Daemon Feels, We back in 2012 baby, for now, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Depression, Anxiety, Anxiety Attacks, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Avengers, Not everything will be angsty lol, tags may be added as we go, warnings will be at the beginning of any chapter that needs them

source http://archiveofourown.org/works/20183311

[ao3feed-clintbarton]

by PeterStark

Steve went into the ice, but his daemon, Grace, did not. Knowing she has no hope in finding Steve on her own, she goes to the one person she knows could look for him. Living at the Stark house, she meets Tony and Analise and knows instantly that they're soulmates.

It might be years before Steve and Tony meet, but Grace knows there will be a blinding light when the two of them meet and touch for the first time. Grace just hopes she and Steve live long enough to see that light.

Words: 1224, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker, Original Daemon Character(s), Pepper Potts, Howard Stark, Obadiah Stane, Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Nick Fury, Phil Coulson, Edwin Jarvis, Jarvis (Iron Man movies)

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Steve Rogers & Tony Stark, Peter Parker/OC

Additional Tags: AU Daemons, Howard Stark's A+ Parenting, Non-con touching, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Hurt/Comfort, Peter Parker is Tony Stark's Biological Child, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

[lightcreators]

Been  found  in  middle  of  the  SHIELD  headquarters  always  tasted  like  an  temporary  sensation  to  return  home,  and  yet,  somewhere  he  would  have  on  his  own  means  protecting.  Avoiding  an  snake  to  devour  it  from  inside,  for  has  been  informed  he  would  have  to  destroy  some  monster  from  within  ---  for  be  the  one  acknoweldged  within  the  action,  as  Coulson.  Same  familiar  corridors  had  given  another  atmosphere  even  since  urban  legend  they  were,  urban  legend  they  could  representing,  had  faced  another  one,  trapped  in  the  shadows,  in  which  he  was  watched  no  matter  what.  Coming  home  was  also  reminders.  There  was  first  rememebrance  of  the  responsabilities  he  owned  in  his  hands  ---  of  these  men  looking  upon  their  superiros  wished  to  be  directed  towards  best  decisions  for  themselves,  of  members  that  wished  reassurance,  of  observed  Avengers  who  needed  his  emotional  support  …  One  step  of  another  level  of  greatness  he  might  someday  reach,  been  beyond  an  simple  agent,  in  which  his  level  of  supervision  would  be  extended  than  an  couple  of  members.  There  was  second  remembrance  of  his  boss,  in  which  strange  reflection  offered  given  all  reasons  of  the  world  to  not  exploring  Fury's  discontement  meanwhile  considering  himself  lucky.  Oh,  of  course,  cautious  eyes  would  always  remain  thoughtful  towards  possible  other  shadowing  presence  in  the  darkness  ---  since  someone  else wouldn't  stick  around outside ,  and  would  want  control  from  inside.  Associated  to  last  single  reminder  ---  in  which  extent  he  could  understand  an monster  project  trapped in their  safe  heaven  for  interfere  discretly  and  dissolving  ambitions  within  the  den  ?

Familiar  landscape  had  became  landscape  of  an  game,  in  which  he  needed  to  showing  reassuring  control  upon  the  circumstances,  meanwhile  hide  how  an  pawn  he  remained.  Nick  Fury  needed  comfirmation  everything  was  under  control,  than  greatness  to  come  will  be  heavier  with  immediate  consequences  coming  from  it,  and  on  his  side,  he  personally  needed  to  be  reassured  upon  himself,  one  uncontrollable  element  of  the  balance.  Exploring  the  corridors  could  have  been  an  small  distraction  if  responsabilities  weren't  that  large.  Within  missions,  he  barely  had  time  for  it,  when  if  he  wasn't  doing  something,  he  was  observing  ( aware  he  was  observed  back ).  Within  the  headquarters,  amount  of  work  soon  showed  up,  meanwhile  he  needed  to  explore  with  his  accreditations  couple  of  things.  Romanoff  presence  associated  him  to  an  part-time  babysitter  sort  of  way,  as  they  could  exchanging  stories,  and  he  wanted  reunion  going  well,  as  knowing  the  drill.  Hence,  when  appareance  has  been  made  coming  from  the  coincidence  collision,  brightness  born.  ❝  Depending  where  is  your  goal.  ❞  It  was  an  face  who  wasn't  unknown  to  him,  and  there  must  be  some  reason  why  she  would  be  here  currently,  at  this  time  of  hour.  ❝  Interested  by  Romanoff,  right  ?  I  was  going  to  meet  her,  have  a  little  conversation  that  I  can  postpone,  now  that  I  have  a  little  time  in  front  of  me.  Are you lost in this pleasant maze ?  ❞

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑   𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋   .    ─    not   accepting   .

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃  𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒  𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍’𝐓  𝐀  𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄  𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃  𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅  𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍.   The  only  reason  they  happened  to  be  there  ,  being  to  meet  their  mom  for  lunch.   Nat  had  come  in  to  handle  some  things  ,  &  while  the  offer  to  join  her  in  the  morning  had  been  brought  up  ,  Anya  had  politely  DECLINED  ,  opting  to  meet  her  there  later.   She  should  have  known  to  TAKE  HER  UP  on  that  option  ,  seeing  as  when  she  had  shown  up  ,  she  found  that  she  had  no  idea  where  she  was  going.   Rounding  a  corner  ,  they  had  COLLIDED  with  someone  ,  @lightcreators  who  had  been  coming  from  the  other  direction.  ❝  Oh!   I’m  so  sorry  …  I  was  umm  …  I  think  I  might  be  on  the  wrong  floor.  ❞

[lightcreators]

@doctorofhope

Oh, the Doctor better never experiencing that from him ---- especially since he was a wonderful Master as plaything in which, because of course it sounded obligatory, he would have to showing to the Doctor that level of threatening was very different of the Master, in which she would have considering manners of that old enemy very nicer to handle. Coulson already perceived a slight fragment of presented danger he was representing under his order to dealing with a villain organization by himself for not be the one with bloody hands. An CIA mole would also remaining emotionally tormented by his methods, concerning one tiny thing really, the simple following order regardless of values difference, there was one accord in which he would have to refuse, even if he wanted to accept it. Maybe that incarnation hadn’t wanted saw beyond the appearances, after all, presenting themselves for who they are within the urban legend they are wasn’t part of the job description. Maybe she wanted to believe he was just a random villain as she crossed many times, who simply had hobby to observe everything.

He had Everett Ross for that. Nice fellow who had been attracted by how his ambitions could be heard, and well, all things were coming from a price, even if he already knew he was compromising himself with some dirty business, since he was pulling an vagueness concerning the Phil he was (since it’s was an occasion to using his resemblance of Coulson for making him believe it’s was indeed him handling that additional appointments) … who eventually had been wrapped by all the pressure to be expected to have MIB as superiors. Even Coulson not wanting an alternative villain of himself doing uncontrollable business under his watch had to play carefully that game with him. So what the dreadful Doctor had card against him, mh ? If he wanted to be nasty, he could assassinating her with all terrible truths about herself she wanted not to remember, and oh, spoiling in worst way possible how her storyline will carry on. Though, such gentleness treatments were coming from Featherine’s orders, for craving violence.

❝ Nooooo, you don’t seems scared at all~~ ❞ He mocked beautifully. ❝ Once more, I will insisting over how lucky you are~ How pleasantly within a good side you are with me~ How happy you can be I have other toys in which I can play to scare them, when I can be certain, every time I will touch delicate parts, they would beg me~ ❞ He confessed amusingly. ❝ Do not give me a reason to have to scare you. It would be so damaging for our relationship. It would be so much damaging for all the help I can offer. ❞ Afterwards that sentence, he returned inside more seriousness, as mocking features remained. ❝ You shall revise your history concerning some certain group of people monitoring aliens. Just in case for know kind of treatment you are spared of~ ❞ Another laugh. ❝ After all, if I even heard the sound of an complain coming from Coulson about rules he is bonded to, I’m afraid I will have to do more than offer an nice partnership between each other, between ourselves~ ❞ Amusement increased further during one second, failing down inside mockery. ❝ It’s kind of threat I am proposing. You’ve heard about the omerta. You must already know what could happen if such important thing end up break. By the way, that why I have to introducing myself to you directly. Coulson is forbidden ever to talk about me with someone else. Never for complain. Never for request help because oh, the pressure is too high on his shoulders. I’ll still laughing about how he is experiencing exactly what he do. ❞