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green-eyeddragonfanfiction · 7 years ago

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Time: Chapter 2

Summary: Soulmate!AU/Reincarnation!AU. Female!Reader lives in a world where alien invasions and hordes of death robots occur and past lives and soulmates are very real. Like most people, she gets brief glimpses of her past. although a person’s past lives and their current life may have little to nothing in common, soul mates tend to transfer between lives, the core of a person staying the same throughout the eons. Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader, Steve Rogers x Female!Reader Warnings: Language, violence, blood/injuries Word Count: ~2,214 A/N: Sorry, I’m afraid this series might start out a little slow in the romance department, but I want to set things up right.

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The man was who truly caught your attention, though. Even though the outfit had changed a bit, you recognized him immediately. You’d heard rumors he was back, found preserved like some sort of human popsicle in a huge iceberg near Greenland or something. You hadn’t dared to believe. But there he was, fighting aliens on New York streets. Your heart ached, one of your past lives recognizing him as the love of its life. You sighed, melancholy. You glanced down at your wrist. In your mind’s eye, you could see the initials S.G.R written there beneath the scrap of fabric you kept it hidden with.

Two Years Later - Washington D.C.

One week after May’s funeral, you’d begun making arrangements to move out of the country. You planned on returning eventually, but you needed to get out of the U.S. for a while. For nearly two years you’d been getting all of your affairs in order, including petitioning for Romanian citizenship. You had close family in Romania, but after the attack on New York security had been heightened so it had taken longer than you had expected for it to be approved.

It wasn’t all bad, though. It gave you plenty of time to train Dean for taking over the cafe. He was a bright kid, and the loss of May didn’t break him like losing a soulmate did some. Sure, he’d mourned. He still mourned and probably always would. But instead of despairing, he used his pain as a force for good in the cafe, his passion for the place he felt closest to May showing in the way he worked hard every day, bringing a smile to all of the customers’ faces. He wore a ribbon on his wrist where is soul brand used to be; It was the same color of her skin- a lovely milk chocolate. It stuck out against his pale skin and he got asked about it a lot. “Just to remind me of my soul mate,” was all he would say in response while smiling. Dean was a brilliant young man and probably the only person you’d ever consider handing over your family’s property to, even temporarily as it was.

You sighed, thoughts returning to the present, and glanced up at the hazy D.C. sky as you walked. It was the first day of your three days in D.C., a trip focused on finalizing your citizenship with the U.S.-Romanian embassy. However, that didn’t stop you from sightseeing. Working at a coffee shop as you did meant that your sleep schedule was abnormal. You were up before the sun had even risen, hotel room pitch black, sans a few lights blinking in the gloom. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes as you crawled out of bed. You brushed your teeth quickly and put on some comfortable clothes before you wrangled your hair into something presentable and grabbed your jacket, phone, and room keycard. Slipping on your shoes, you ran through a mental checklist to make sure you weren’t forgetting anything. Satisfied, you slipped out of your door. You rode the nicely kept elevator down to the lobby. A tired-looking attendant wished you a nice day before she returned to staring at her computer’s screen. You nodded your head, mumbled a “good day” back, and stepped out of the lobby.

The air was a little chilly; Spring had only just recently started, so the days were still cold in the morning. You hugged your jacket tighter to yourself and pulled out your phone, opening google maps and punching in the Lincoln Memorial. It popped up with a route a second later. Like your hotel had advertised, you were pretty close to it and the other monuments surrounding the Tidal Basin. You hoped that the ungodly hour would mean fewer tourists. You set off in the direction your GPS told you, watching the world wake up as you walked.

By the time you reached the parks, the sun was just coming up. As you’d hoped, it was early enough that there were very few tourists around. A handful of them milled around here and there and a few locals were about, jogging or hurriedly crossing the park on the way to their jobs.

You were walking along the Reflecting Pool, meditating on the Washington Monument, when you heard someone running behind you. You scooted a little closer to the pool, making more room for them.

“On your left,” the person said. You felt your heart skip a beat in your chest as your head whipped around to look at the source of the voice.

“Stevie?” you said incredulously. You’d recognize that voice anywhere. Sure enough, it was none other than Steve Rogers.

Whatever he’d been expecting, it wasn’t that. He came to a sudden stop just a step ahead of you and turned around to look at you curiously. He looked you up and down in confusion while you balked. This wasn’t supposed to happen. You weren’t supposed to meet him. Weren’t the Avengers in New York?

“Sorry, do I know you?” he asked, eyes searching your face.

You grimaced. “No, sorry. I must have mistaken you for someone else,” you said, turning away from him. You set a brisk pace as you made your way back towards your hotel.

You hadn’t made it very far before a hand grasped your arm, stopping you in your tracks. You turned to look at him. He looked down at his hand as though he was as confused by it as you were. “Sorry, I don’t know what came over me...” he said, trailing off, eyes searching your face with even more scrutiny than before. It felt like you were being x-rayed by those piercing blue eyes. He released your arm, hand dropping to his side.

“It’s alright,” you said, giving him a tight smile before you turned away to keep walking. It hurt so badly. A part deep down inside of you told you to turn around and throw yourself at him and never let go. You squashed that voice the best you could, staring determinedly forward. You were so focused on your thoughts you didn’t notice him jog up beside you.

“Why did you call me Stevie?” he asked, startling you out of your reverie. You froze, looking over at him.

“Excuse me?” you asked him dumbly.

He smiled apologetically. “Sorry I keep bothering you. It’s just- I was wondering. Why did you call me Stevie? No one calls me that anymore,” he said, subtly shifting his weight from foot to foot uncomfortably. It wasn’t you that noticed the nervous habit, but your previous life. Steve always had been bad at talking to girls.

Your swore internally. Would he believe a lie you told him? Would he believe the truth? You plastered a falsely apologetic smile on your face as you answered. “Sorry, dude. Like I said, I mistook you for someone else,” you said, once more turning away from him, and walked away. Why did it get harder each time?

A pause, then, “You’re lying.”

Your blood froze in your veins. His tone was accusatory; matter-of-fact. You stood, still as a statue, as he walked up to you again.

“You recognized my voice. It surprised you. You recognized me before you even saw my face. Then you called me ‘Stevie,’ which I haven’t been called since before I went into the ice. And even then, only two people called me that,” he said, giving you a hard look.

Ah, shit. I’m fucked, you thought to yourself. You tried to come up with another reason for your reaction. You opened your mouth to explain it away when he cut you off.

“Don’t try to lie to me again. I know some good liars and I’ve gotten pretty good at reading them. You’re not a good liar,” he said, smirking slightly at your dumbfounded expression.

“I would... prefer not to...” do this, you finished in your head.

“... Not to lie? Good, we’re on the same page, then,” he said, smiling broadly. He had taken your meaning wrong on purpose. You rolled your eyes and cocked your hip. Your posture exuded sass that said you were unimpressed by his antics.

It was a mistake.

Recognition flickered across his face.

“Rosie?” he whispered, stunned.

You felt the blood drain from your face, posture going from bold to petrified in an instant.

“You are- were- Rose, right?” he asked, breathless.

“I have to go,” you said. Your voice sounded so far away; It was odd. You turned on your heel and practically ran away from Steve.

“Rosie, wait!” he yelled, running after you.

“That’s not my name!” you growled, moving faster.

“But it was! Please, wait!” he pleaded, reaching for your hand. You snatched it away from his hand, glaring at him.

“You’re mistaken,” you said, venom lacing your words.

“I thought we agreed not to lie,” he said, eyes pleading with you. You ignored his guilt-inducing looks, focusing on the path in front of you as you walked. By now, the park was getting busier. He had to dodge people as he walked so that he could keep up with you.

You ignored him, plowing through tourists, trying to get to the street as fast as you could. People around you were starting to take notice of Steve. He was famous, after all. He was one of the legendary Avengers and, even before that, a World War Two hero. Before long, so many people had him surrounded that he had no choice but to stop, losing sight of you in the crowd. Polite to a fault sometimes, your Stevie. It was one of the things you had loved about him.

Finally, you made it to the street. You flagged down a taxi, a lifetime in New York making it easy. You opened the rear passenger-side door and were about to close it when a hand grabbed the top of it, holding it open.

Steve.

You looked at him, heart breaking at the hopeful look on his face. “I’m not her, Stevie,” you said sadly.

“But you were,” he said resolutely. “And I’d like to get to know you, if you’d let me,” he said earnestly, causing your heart to ache.

You sighed, glancing at the taxi driver who looked at you impatiently. The meter was already running.

“You’ll regret this,” you said, staring at him sadly.

“Never,” he said, beaming down at you. You couldn’t help the small smile that graced your lips when you looked at him. You rattled off the numbers to your phone number, and he jotted them down in a tiny notebook he was carrying in his back pocket. You smiled at that. Some things never changed.

“My name is (Y/N),” you said. Without waiting for a response, you slammed the door to the cab. Steve looked up from his notebook, startled, as the cab swerved expertly into the DC traffic. You were out of sight in moments, so you didn’t see the way he smiled after you, watching as the yellow taxi disappeared into the DC streets, or how he flipped to an earlier page of his notebook. You didn’t see the two tiny intricate drawings of two women in its pages, one titled Peggy and the other titled Rosie.

When your phone rang the next day, you didn’t recognize the number. Thinking it was the embassy, you picked it up quickly.

“Hello? This is (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” you said professionally.

“(Y/N), thank God you gave me the right number,” said the voice on the other line.

“Steve?” you asked, confused.

“I don’t have a lot of time. Listen, you need to get out of DC as soon as possible. Get somewhere safe. I’m not quite sure what it is yet, but something bad’s happening. DC isn’t safe right now,” he said quickly.

You almost never heard Steve sounding this shaken. It worried you. “I can’t go yet, Steve. I have important business here,” you said. It had taken you two years to get this far. Going back now would undo months of work.

“You don’t understand, there’s-” his voice cut off.

“Steve?” you asked, unsure. You looked at your phone. The call had ended. You tried calling back but received a recording telling you there was an error. A few more tries yielded the same result. You groaned and threw your phone onto your bed. Barely a day back into your life and Steve was already causing you trouble. This was one of the reasons why you didn’t want to get close to him. You put each other in danger. You’d read enough comic books to know what happened to the important people in a superhero’s life, and being important to a superhero just gave them one more weakness. You thought about whether you should leave or not. It would probably be a good idea to listen to him, but you needed to stay put. Without knowing the details, you might walk directly into the danger you were trying to avoid. No, better to stay put and gather as much information as possible before you decided what to do.

You flicked on the TV, curious to see if the mystery danger would make it onto the news. You turned to a news station and were shocked to see Steve’s face plastered all over the screen. The reporter was outside of the Triskelion, SHIELD’s huge base on the Potomac, and claimed that Captain America was now a fugitive of the state and SHIELD. They said he had a part in assassinating SHIELD Director Nick Fury alongside a redhead you recognized as Black Widow. They urged the public to keep an eye out for these “fugitives” and send any helpful tips into the police. You turned the TV off and looked out the window, suddenly fearful for Steve’s life. You knew he didn’t do it, but the rest of the country probably wouldn’t be as convinced of his innocence as you.

“Oh, Stevie. What did you get yourself into?”

Chapter 3

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corrahdarling · 7 years ago

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Grey- Chapter One

TITLE: Grey

CHAPTER NUMBER/ONE SHOT: Chapter 1

AUTHOR: lovecorrah

WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: Loki

GENRE: Action/Angst/Thriller

FIC SUMMARY: Jean Grey, also known as The Phoenix, and a once integral part of The X-Men, has made a home for herself in a tiny town in Greenland, after having to disappear due to a tragedy, and her subsequent death. When a tall stranger arrives in her tiny town and tries to attack her, she knows that she must flee once again to protect the people that make their home there. What will happen when she finds out who this man is? The Avengers and some of The X-Men are also characters in this story, as they strive to keep Jean, and the world, safe.

RATING: T

AUTHORS NOTES/WARNINGS: Well, this will be a little different for me. I love The X-Men... they are probably my favorite group! (Jean Grey/The Phoenix is my absolute fave!) Anyway, I wondered what would happen when a thought-to-be-dead Jean Grey gets abducted by a certain Asgardian Trickster that is hell-bent on destroying the world? Many characters will get dragged into this story, Avengers, and X-Men... Loki and Logan (The Wolverine) will definitely have major parts, however, and will be in it the whole time. If this isn’t your thing, that’s totally cool! I just wanted to see what it would be like to write as Jean. The chapters may be told from different character’s points of view until everyone gets together... we’ll see. :)

FEEDBACK/COMMENTS: I’d love to hear any feedback/comments/criticisms! <

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My name is Jean Grey, and I’m known as the Phoenix... or was. As plain old Jean, I had powers that were more formidable than almost any other mutant, but after the Phoenix Force came over me, I was unbeatable. It was both a blessing and a curse. I could do things that no one had ever done before when I had that power. I was unstoppable… and the only person that could calm me down was Logan. You probably know him as the Wolverine, but I know him as Logan.

If you aren’t familiar with our stories, then you soon will be. Logan and I were both part of Professor Xavier’s School For Gifted Youngsters. Me, as a student, and then a headmistress… and Logan-- well, Logan just kind of showed up and changed things completely. I absolutely loved my students, and I loved cultivating their unique gifts. My husband was Scott Summers, also known as Cyclops, a founding student body member, and a geometry and tactics teacher, and I love… or loved… him with all my heart. You see, we’re all mutants, and once belonged to a powerful group… The X-Men. They were my family… my best friends. That group, however, has gone by the wayside.

So many things have happened over the last few years. After a battle in New Jersey, and almost leveling the whole area, I was killed by a mutant leader- Magneto. You see, I don’t blame him for killing me. After the Phoenix Force came over me, I sometimes had trouble controlling it. I didn’t understand what I was doing that day… I had lost control… so I’m thankful that he ended me. The murder of innocent people at my hands isn’t exactly something I’d be proud of… but just like a phoenix, I rose from the ashes.

After I re-emerged, Professor X found me by using Cerebro, which is a giant computer that he can use to track all the mutants (and normal humans, as well) in the world. That’s where my story changes. Since one of my gifts was telepathy, I could hear the Professor speaking in my mind, pleading with me to come home. I couldn’t do it. I blocked him as best as I could, and I removed myself from the world. I didn’t want to hurt anyone else with my nearly-uncontrollable powers. I left Scott… Logan… the Professor… my friends… my students-- everything I loved, behind. They all thought I was dead anyway. After all, normally when people die, they don’t come back. I know they all mourned at a grave underneath a lovely tree at the school… only the grave was empty—I wasn’t there. They just wanted a place for a headstone with my name and picture on it.

For what seems like a long time, I went from place to place, not being able to settle for too long, otherwise I’d be discovered… I didn’t want to be discovered.

I told you that The X-Men pretty much policed the world, and we did… for a while. A group calling themselves The Avengers took on our role, and apparently, they took it very seriously. Their leader called himself Captain America, and they all had powers of some sort, too, from what I gathered. The X-Men were pretty much disbanded. The people like me—mutants… We were scattered.

I finally ended up in a tiny outpost in Greenland, called Ittoqqortoormiit. What a name, right? It’s pronounced Ih-took-ah-toor-me-it. It’s a beautiful place, filled with rugged mountains and ice… not really a place for a mutant with a fiery superpower, but it’s been my home now for 9 months. Arctic, desolate, and beautiful. The icy water was full of icebergs and whales, and people traveled by dogsled and snowmobile. Plus, it was the most remote place I could find. No one knew me here, and I didn’t think they’d ever recognize me. I could live out the rest of my life, here, among the wonderful, polite Inuit people, and die in relative anonymity… if I could ever figure out how to get rid of this Phoenix parasite that continued to wreck and devastate my life.

I found an old Inuit lady that owned a small bright blue house, that let me rent it. She was an elder at the school there, and had me teach the children English in exchange for living in the house. They spoke Greenlandic there, which is a complex native language that is taken from several different languages, but heavily Danish. It was a challenge at first, but the children, and I, caught on quickly. They called me ‘lærer rødhåret,’ which in their language meant ‘the teacher with the red hair.’ I didn’t mind. They were smart and respectful, but I had to constantly remind myself that they weren’t mutants… no one was going to breathe fire, turn into metal, or begin crawling up a wall. These kids were normal… flesh, bone and blood.

I mourned for my husband… I mourned for Logan… I mourned for the Professor. Secluding myself was a sacrifice that I made to protect the people that I loved, and I willingly did that to ensure their safety. Everyone was just better without me in their lives.

Nine eerily quiet months went by, until a man showed up in our town. I knew that something was off about him… he wasn’t Inuit like the people there, nor did he seem to care about the cold weather. He came alone to Ittoqqortoormiit, and rented a room from a lovely young couple, that were parents of two of my students.

In fact, the siblings came to school the day after he rented the room, and spoke of the ‘høj, mørkhovedet, bleg slangeor, the ‘tall, dark-headed, pale snake’ that had suddenly appeared in the town. I knew he was there for me, although for what, I didn’t know. I’d now have to move on from the town I had grown to love, before anyone could get hurt.

I finished my day at the school, wrapped myself in my heavy coat, slipped into my gloves, and my waterproof boots, before making my way back to my rental house. As I passed the house the man was renting, I could see him outside with an ax splitting wood for the couple. As I passed, I kept my eyes trained on him, as he did me. He was dressed warmly, as you had to be here or you would freeze to death, so all I could see of him were his eyes, and they seemed to burn a hole through me. From where I walked, I could see that he was tall, maybe 6’3”, with a lean, but muscular build, and bright green eyes. He was obviously very strong, as it didn’t take much effort at all for him to swing the ax.

I quickly passed, and hurried into my house, dragging my suitcase from underneath my modest bed. I packed quickly, as I had learned to travel light, and didn’t own many things. I know what you’re thinking. If I was so powerful, why couldn’t I just defend myself against anyone that tried to harm me? If I unleashed my Force, I’d more than likely flatten this small, remote town… and that would give a lot of nasty people an easy way to track me. I don’t want that-- I just want to disappear, and I don’t want to hurt anyone else. I can’t always control what happens when I let my powers free.

As I stuffed my underwear into my bag, the handle of the door began to rattle. I immediately stopped what I was doing, closed my eyes, and put my hand to my temple using my telekinesis to hear what was on the other side of that door. I could hear that it was just one man, though his thoughts were scrambled and frantic… they were the darkest, most dangerous thoughts I had ever felt from anyone, and as I processed them, I wanted to crumple into the floor. The thoughts were agonizing and painful, and as I tried to separate them in my mind, one stood out above the rest. He was thinking about death. My death. He wasn’t going to literally kill me, but he was angry that they had been searching for me for so long. Apparently, he had been all over the world searching for me. Why? I didn’t know.

I moved faster, stuffing what I could into my bag until I saw a bright green smoke softly flow between the door and the jamb. I threw my bag over my shoulder, and climbed through a window at the back of the house. I had always formulated an escape route, and now was the time to take it.

As I was safely through the window, I heard the door being forced off its hinges, making the shelf that hung above it crash loudly to the ground. I took off in a sprint through the trees, the deep snow making it very hard to run. Having the ability to manipulate the weather like my old friend Storm sure would be helpful right now.

I knew the man wasn’t that far behind me, as I could still very easily pick up his scattered thoughts. These new thoughts were exuberant, and they hopped around my mind like a small boy’s would. He liked the chase. “Do not run from me! Stop now, or have my word, I will turn you into the searing pyre that I know you are!” I heard the man’s voice. “I know what you are. You can destroy worlds… and then you rise from the ashes. This time when you rise, you will belong to me. You’re a villain, such as I. Think of the realms we could rule together… Jean.”

With a sharp intake of breath, I stopped in my tracks. I realized that this man knew more about me than I thought he did. I thought it had been long enough for people to have pretty much forgotten me… but this man had been studying me. He spoke of being a villain, and ruling realms… his voice was deep and demanding… at that point, I decided to move a little faster. This man couldn’t catch up with me. It sounded like many lives depended on it.

As I moved further into the snowy forest, I began to use my telekinesis to pull trees… boulders… anything, onto my path that might slow him down. His thoughts began to settle and they finally stopped altogether. I placed the pads of my fingers to my temple, and sent my brainwaves out in each direction… he was gone. Completely.

I continued my trek through the snowy woods, not slowing my pace, even though my attacker was no longer on my tail, and startled as I heard something behind me. As I turned, I was faced with a small, white, arctic fox sitting at my feet. His big, wet, brown eyes were actually very sweet… plus, I wasn’t afraid of a little fox. After all, with one twitch of my finger, I could turn him into a fox-kebab. I sighed and continued toward the direction in which I thought I remembered an airstrip. Surely, by dawn, I could make it there and charter a small plane to take me away from here. I had gotten so used to being free and creating a home and friends here in Greenland, but the actions of one man made me a fugitive again. Who knows what the man wanted? Surely, if he was actually after me, he’d still be following. Maybe he was just a prankster. I smiled slightly down at the fox, who was keeping up with my quick strides.

After a few hours, I made it to the air strip. I took a seat behind a tree, and pulled my bag into my lap. I pulled a piece of jerky from a Ziploc bag, and gave it to the hungry fox, before reaching to the bottom of my bag and retrieving the dwindling supply of cash. When I finished counting it, I realized that the little fox was gone. I imagined that he was probably huddled up somewhere eating the yummy jerky I had given him.

My attention was brought back to the airstrip, where a man was scraping the ice from his airplane. Here goes nothing. I ducked my head to shield my sensitive face from the cold sheets of ice that were blowing harshly across the concrete, and made my way toward the man.

“Sir?”

“Hm?” He jumped, as he didn’t expect me to be there. He looked me over, from head to toe before speaking again. “What do you need?”

“I need to go somewhere… it’s an emergency… I’ll pay for fuel for your plane… and I’ll pay for the trip. Please?”

“I don’t think so, lady. Don’t have time… and I don’t need money that bad.”

Okay, now it was time to use some powers. I pulled myself from my glove, extended my hand, and delicately placed it against the man’s bare cheek. After I saw his shocked expression, I closed my eyes and used my mind to sway the man’s thoughts. Once I could feel that I had control of the man, I asked him again. “Sir, will you please take me where I need to go?”

The man’s eyes glazed over, and he smiled at me. “Of course, ma’am. Just name the place.”

“Morocco... Tangier. Can your plane go that far?”

“Yes ma’am,” he spoke in a daze. “I’ll have to refuel in Morocco, but I don’t mind…”

“Great, let’s be on our way then…”

I looked around to make sure no one had followed me to the airstrip, but the only living thing I saw was that little fox sitting at the edge of the runway. If I didn’t know better, I could have sworn that the fox was smiling at me… but foxes don’t smile, do they?

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