#its also why he's hard on Avenger chuck

[radiobunnxx]

"Are you okay Mr. Cheese?"

That feeling when you get reminded of your situation-ship / the guy that walked out on you (Rightfully so from your badass attitude🙄) from your son's new partner so now your just uncomfortable around them

[cazimagines]

A Freudian Slip - The Sequel

Synopsis: Zemo was always getting on your nerves. Yes, he was hot and god you were attracted to him but he was also your enemy. After what happened last night you were trying your best to pretend it never happened however Zemo isn’t willing to let you do that.

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings/Tags: FOR A MATURE AUDIENCE, Smut, Oral sex, Fingering, Slight fluff, mentions of guns

Author's note: You guys really liked ‘the Freudian Slip’ and I’ve had a few requests to write a sequel, so here I am. This is my first time attempting to write smut for all y'all who are horny for Zemo so um hopefully it’s good. IF YOU KNOW ME NO YOU DON’T

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“Madripoor knows how to give New York a run for its money,” Sam says as they walk past all these containers.

“They know how to party,” Zemo replies, walking up beside you. His arm grazes against yours, making you tense. Picking up your pace, you reach Bucky and leaving Zemo behind.

Last night you might have made the worst mistake of your life. You had made out with Zemo.

Zemo!

The man that was a terrorist. The man who had caused the Avengers to split up. You hated him! You had to hate him. Right?

Yet when you glance over to him, you can’t help feel warm inside. Goosebumps crawl up your skin as you hear him speak. That accent of his drove you wild. You want to kiss that smirk off his face when he looks at you. His brown eyes bearing into yours. He made you feel alive. He made you feel all hot and bothered. He made you feel confused.

Earlier at Sharon’s party, you were watching him. Usually, you like a party, but this time you held back. Zemo looked around for you, but he eventually gave up and danced on his own. You smiled as you watched him have fun. For those moments he seemed so innocent. You wanted to join him dancing, but Sam and Bucky were already suspicious of you and Zemo. Why it had taken you two so long to reach them after you split up. You had to distance yourself from him. No matter how hard you found it.

You swallow, pushing away the thoughts of you and him as you tried to focus back on the mission at hand.

You arrived at the crater, and Sharon handed you all earpieces to wear. Placing it in your ear and head into the crater. It was pitch black in there, making you stop to try to see anything.

Zemo was following up behind you, and as you stopped walking, he walked into you. You stiffened, feeling his body press up against yours. His arm reaches around, squeezing yours as he moves beside you. Though you couldn’t see him, you just knew he was smirking at you.

Zemo pulled out a flashlight. He shone it in your eyes to annoy you before shining it forward to see the end of the crater. He walked forward, touching the wall, then pushed it. The wall moved, revealing it as a door as music flooded the room. He glances back at you, Sam and Bucky as you all pull out your guns. Sam and Bucky head in and you follow them as Zemo keeps the door open for you. His hand rested on the dip of your back as you walked past, but you shook it off. He turned to stare at you, but you continued to walk ahead, not giving him a second glance.

The song ‘Comin home baby’ plays out of a record as you enter. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you glance around where you were. Rounding the corner, you finally see the man you had been looking for. He was quietly singing along, unaware of the people approaching him from behind. Sam and Bucky questioned him while you and Zemo held back.

You were just there for backup you didn’t want to get involved. Your eyes sneak back to admiring Zemo though, and you wonder just how involved you were. Zemo’s eyes snap to yours as he notices you staring, and he tilts his head at you, his thin lips sneaking up in a curl.

You look away, staring ahead, willing your cheeks to stop blushing.

As Sam and Bucky continued to interrogate the doctor, Zemo walked around the area. You kept trying to see what he was doing while at the same trying to make sure Zemo didn’t notice you.

Sharon runs into the room at that moment, “Guys, we’ve got to go”

Zemo quickly raises his hand, showing a gun he had found, and shoots the doctor dead.

“NO!” both you and Sam shouted, looking at Zemo in shock. Sam crashes into Zemo, holding him against the wall to stop him from shooting anyone else. You rush over and prize the gun out of Zemo’s hand, chucking it to the floor.

Before you got another moment to think, the whole crater exploded. You were flung back down, hitting your head against the floor. Searing pain crossed the back of your head and you let out a yelp of pain.

Groaning, you raised your hand to your head. Pulling it back, you see your hand covered in blood.

“Shit” you mutter trying to wipe your hand on your clothes.

You felt arms wrap around you, pulling you off the floor. You blink, trying to get the dust out of your eyes as the arms guide you out of the rubble. Finally, in the sunlight, you realize Zemo has his hands on your side pulling you along. Just as you two left the remains of the building, it explodes behind you.

“Are you okay?” Zemo questions as he turns you around to look at him. His eyes glanced up and down you in worry as he takes in the extent of your injuries.

“Yeah, I’m fine, Zemo, were they still in there!?” you ask anxiously as you look back to the burning building.

“They’ll be fine, come we need to go,” Zemo insisted, grabbing a hold of your hand again pulling you along. Your head still seized with pain making you trip slightly, but you kept it together.

“Where the hell are we going?” you ask but Zemo doesn’t answer he just keeps running and pulls you up onto a crater.

“Zemo!” you exclaim in annoyance, then your eyes widen as he pulls something out of his pocket.

“What the fuck is that”

“My mask, ”

“Your what now? Since when have you had a mask!” you question, looking at him confused.

“I’ve always had one. Now you need to duck” he ordered, looking over the edge of the crater.

“Why should I do that”

He rolls his eyes and wrenches you down, “Can’t you listen to me for once y/n'' he exclaims. He then grabs your gun and heads to the front of the crate wearing his mask. He shoots a pipe, and it explodes, sending a shock wave through you. You collapse to the ground feeling faint from the blood loss and Zemo rushes back to you.

He puts his hand on the back of your head to help you up, and his eyes widen when he pulls his hand away to see blood covering it.

“Why didn’t you say something” he angrily muttered.

“I’m fine” you groaned, but the black spots you could see in your vision said otherwise.

Zemo wrapped one arm under your legs and the other under your back and picked you up. He held you close to his chest as he ran forward holding you in his arms,

After a few minutes, he helps you stand up, letting you lean on him. You hated how dependent you were on Zemo at this moment, but a darker side of you enjoyed being this close to him. Leaning against a crate, you watch as Zemo finally pulls off his mask and opens one crate. Your eyes widen in shock as you watch him ride out in a car.

He gets out and opens the passenger seat door for you. Putting one arm around your waist and making you wrap your arm around his shoulder. He guides you to the car and helps you in. Both of you don’t speak. He knew you were too embarrassed to, and at this moment he didn’t want to push you.

Driving along you two picked up Sam and Bucky, who were thankful for seeing you alive. The car drive lasted a few hours, but eventually, you arrived at a new city where Zemo had a place you could stay.

Zemo got out of the car to help you out, but by this time you're determined to not rely on him. You pushed the door open, swung your legs out, tried to stand up, and almost fell over, but Bucky grabbed you.

“She needs medical help,” Zemo demanded as he opens the door to the house to let you in. Bucky excuses himself for a walk as Sam and Zemo help walk you into the building. They guide you to the sofa and lay you down. Sam finds some bandages to apply to your head while Zemo pours out some whiskey for you.

“To get rid of the pain,” he says, handing it to you. He sits beside you, gently putting his hand over the bandage on your head.

“Watch it” Sam growls glaring at him,

“My apologies,” Zemo quipped, removing his hand and your heart sinks a bit as he moves away.

With the pain easing, you eventually drift off into a light sleep. You don’t know how long you slept for, but when you woke up and looked around the room, you were in was empty. Feeling stronger, you stand up and start looking around the room. You notice a door off to the side where you could hear running water. Heading towards it, you gently knock on the door.

The water stops, and the door opens slightly to reveal Zemo on the other side. As he sees you, he opens the door and pulls you into the bathroom, closing the door behind you.

“I-I didn’t mean to come in here, I just wanted to see who was around” you mutter as your eyes flicker up and down Zemo. He was currently dressed in a bathrobe, and from the way it looks, not much else. Your eyes focused on the necklace that hung around his neck. How low the bathrobe dipped, exposing a part of his chest. You felt your core warming up and your mind filled with thoughts.

Zemo chuckles as he watches your eyes run up and down him, “Liking what you see?”

You freeze, bringing you back to reality. “N-no” you say, turning around trying to open the door but Zemo wraps his arms around you pulling you to him. He leans his face into your neck kissing it making your eyes flutter shut and let out a slight moan.

“How's your head?” Zemo asks, pulling back from you and raising his hand to touch the bandage.

You turn your head slightly, looking at him annoyed. Hopping from trying to seduce you to a casual conversation as nothing happened.

“I’m fine”

“Well, forgive me darling for not believing you but last time you said that you weren’t”

“I feel better...thank you for helping me”

“Anytime darling” he whispers in your ear. As his body presses into you, you could feel near your ass a bulge pressing against you.

“Why have you been ignoring me?” he then asks

“I haven’t” you quickly reply. He turns you around and pushes you against the door, tilting his head and staring intently

“Don’t lie to me y/n”

His serious glare makes you feel fuzzy, makes you feel warm but also angry at him. He knows very dam well why you have.

“Because Zemo, you are supposed to be a bad guy. Someone I should hate! I shouldn’t be doing thinking things of you”

He leans towards you, his lips grazing yours, “Such as?”

You pause for a moment, knowing you shouldn’t step over this line, but you just can’t help it.

“Fucking you”

“Oh? Such dirty thoughts. I thought you were above such things.” Zemo purrs

“Stop teasing me!” You whine. You try to lean forward to capture his lips but he leans back, putting his finger on them.

“Ah y/n, I want you to make a promise before we get anywhere”

“What”

“Please...don’t ignore me”

You look into his eyes and for once it was like the mask he always wore, of a self-absorbed man slipped away. You were staring into the eyes of a desperately lonely man.

“I promise, but Sam and Bucky can’t know”

Zemo grins, his teeth flashing. “I won’t tell if you don’t”

His lips crash onto yours, hungrily pressing against them. You open your mouth as his tongue explores yours. His hands wander up and down your body, pressing hard against your skin. He roughly grabs your arms and pushes you over to the sink. He picks you up and places you onto it. His lips leave yours, trailing down your jaw and neck.

His fingers venture downwards as well, slipping past the hem of your trousers. He moves them down past your underwear and slips into your private parts. You gasp as his fingers graze over your clit. The feeling sending shivers through you. You can feel Zemo smirking against your skin as he leaves a hickey against your collarbone. You grasp his hair, tugging on it, making him moan into your skin.

He removes his hands from you and grasps a hold of your trousers, pulling them off. He quickly pulls down your underwear while you remove your shirt. You attempt to grasp his bathrobe, but he ducks down.

He slowly parts your thighs, trailing kisses along them as he moves closer to your core. Your legs felt like jelly, as you expected him. He chuckles looking up to you, “So needy for me” he jested before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking.

You chuck your head back, moaning in pleasure as warmth floods your core. Your hands grasp his hair, holding him tightly as he continues to lick and suck at your clit.

“Be careful Y/n, these rooms are not soundproof” he says, releasing his lips from you but you are beyond the point of caring. You wrap your thighs around his head, pushing back to you.

His fingers touch your core, finding it soaked where they easily slip inside. You moan at the feeling of his fingers stretching you out. He pumps them in and out of you at a rapid rate while his tongue twisted on your clit, eliciting moans out of you.

“Zemo” you gasp as you felt your limit coming. “Zemo I’m going to-” you break off, unable to finish the sentence as you finally release as you see stars.

After a few moments, you are brought back to reality as you can feel Zemo run his tongue up your core drinking you in. He pulls back from you and stands up. His eyes trailing up and down your body as you lie there recovering from your pleasure. “So beautiful” he whispers.

You reach forward, grabbing a hold of his bathrobe and tugging it down his body till he wasn’t covered anymore. He swiftly moves over to a draw, pulling out a condom wrapper. Tearing it open with his mouth, he pulls the condom out and slips it onto himself.

His hands reach out to you, wrapping them around your body, pulling him closer to you. He rests his head on your shoulder as he pushes into you. You moan loudly in his ear as you feel him enter and cling to him, dragging your nails up and down his back. He grunts as he thrusts into you. Moaning as you squeeze your legs tighter for him. He trails kisses on your shoulder, gently biting a part of your skin.

“Y/N” he breathes, pulling back from your shoulder and claiming your lips again.

He pulls back from your lips and smirks at you teasingly, “Are you going to call me daddy again?”

You flush bright red remembering that night, “Damn you” you rasp out

He chuckles, leaning back towards your ear, “I don’t mind if you do”

At that moment he hits a certain spot within you, making you cry out. “There Daddy, please” you gasp and he complies, attempting to hit the spot again within you. His hands sneak back down and rub your clit, making jolts of pleasure run through you.

You feel yourself coming to another release, making you tangle your hands in his hair. You let it all out, seeing stars. After a few more thrusts, Zemo slows down and lets out a moan.

You two stay like that for a few minutes, just holding each other. Eventually, Zemo pulls back, pulling his condom off. He brushes the hair away from your face and gently places a kiss on your lips.

“You were great darling”

Tag list: @ineffablebean

Tagging who asked and showed interest in a sequel: @breakfastatlenas @prestigious-tea

[wdwmarveldisney]

She’s gone

Peter Parker x fem!reader

Summary: Peter and reader are dating when she finds out she has hodgkin lymphoma and makes a few videos for Peter.

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A/N: I don’t know why I wrote this but I did. I was also emotional when doing so, so that’s probably why it turned into angst. This idea has probably been done before but eh.

Tw: Talks about Hodgkin Lymphoma (a type of cancer) and death of a character.

(Gif isn’t mine)

The camera was unfocused, the bright light that shone in the background making her a blurry silhouette. Slowly everything became clear, the girl in the driver's seat tapping her fingers on the steering wheel and staring ahead. From what was passing by the window, the people seemed to be in the middle of nowhere, passing the nothingness as they went. The last few seconds of a song faded out and another began, the girl immediately smiling to herself and reaching it over to turn it up and scream the lyrics. For You by Why Don't We was a great song but not exactly the best with her out of tune screams of the words. "HEY! SHE SAID 'I REALLY MISS THE OLD YOU'! THEN FOUND SOMEONE BETTER!" A laugh had escaped the lips of whoever filming, camera shaking as the girl finally turned to face them. "Peter, put it away! I swear to fucking god!" She reached over, the car seeming swerving every so slightly making Peter laugh at her panicked expression. "Stop being such a dick! Stop recording!"

"No, it was adorable," Finally Peter spoke before the camera flipped and moved so both of them could be seen. His eyes were practically glowing in the light, his brown hair reflecting in such a way the ends looked golden. He pouted slightly at her when she held up her middle finger to him. "Fuck you Parker," her little annoyed mutter made him smile as he faced her, intertwining their fingers and resting them on the compartment in between. "You do," the girl's jaw literally dropped as she glanced between him and the road, stuttering out responses that were really just noises strung together to make up nothing translatable. Peter's laugh echoed once more but this time his grin was captured in the shot too. It was wide and as bright as the light that filled up the car with this vintage kind of vibe. Finally, his laughter subsided, his eyes going to her and then the camera. "Anyways, I'm recording because I think it's cool to document moments like this. So future us and anybody else watching this video, me and my wonderful girlfriend here," she pulled a stupid face to the camera, tongue sticking out and nose scrunching up, before looking back to the road, "Are on a road trip. We just visited her extended family and are on our way back to her apartment where her mum is waiting and the roads are basically empty,"

"And Peter almost killed my grandma!" This time his jaw dropped, a blush making its way to his cheeks as he shook his head repeatedly. "I didn't, I swear. All that happened was that I gave her a hug and with my super strength, it hurt her like a tad," she shook her head this time, looking to the camera as she spoke, "She has bruises," Peter had a guilty and sorry expression on his face that made her laugh as she continued, "And yet, he still got more birthday cake then me. On my birthday!" They both laughed this time, the camera zooming in on her perfect grin before the video ended.

~

This time, the camera was on Peter who sat leaning against the headboard of a bed on his phone, no doubt scrolling through some form of social media. The camera was moved so it became propped up against something and once again the same girl was in the shot, sitting next to Peter whilst glancing between his screen and his concentrated look. She moved to rest her head in his lap, the boy moving the phone to see her cheeky smile. He grinned back, turning his phone off and immediately playing with a strand of her hair. "Hi," she mumbled and it seemed to make his grin go wider as he leaned down and pecked her lips, "Hey," the girl sat up and reached over to the camera to stop the video, Peter's arm going round her waist as she did so.

~

It was the same place as before where the camera was propped up except this time it looked like a sunset or sunrise, Peter sleeping whilst his girlfriend filmed herself. "Hey Pete. Okay so, I want to just quickly point out how fucking adorable you are for starters," her hushed tone was a clear sign that she didn't want to wake him up but the over the top pointing could of easily hit him in the face. "But what I really wanted to do is say I love you. I've got a secret from you but by the time you see this, you'll know and so this is just me, telling you again, I guess. I know I'll tell you soon because I can't lie to you," tears had welled up in her eyes, a small sniffle being heard as she faced the sleeping Peter, "Oh god. I don't want to leave. You deserve so much better than this. Ok," she took one deep breath, calming herself as she looked to the camera again, new tears already flooding down her face like an overfilled river. "Um, I recently found out that I, er, I have," there was a pause, the next bit being too hard to say, "I have hodgkin lymphoma. It's a, um, a type of cancer," she took a shaky breath, her focus on her fingers that had reached across to a sleeping Peter's hand and began to fiddle with his, "And I'm having treatment but, it's bad," Peter began to stir and she had been quick to wipe at her face and shut off the camera, cutting off the her actually telling him.

~

Peter was shown having a slushy, holding hands of the person holding the camera. He smiled brightly, face scrunching up, no doubt thinking it was another picture and not a video. "Ok, we are going into that store over there and you are picking out clothes for me and some for you and I'll pay for all of it," the girl from behind the camera spoke and Peter's face immediately dropped as he finished his slushy and chucked into a bin not too far away, "You will not pay," the camera flipped round to face her, her chapped lips twisted into a teasing smile, "And they say chivalry is dead," she was suddenly standing up, half of Peter's face visible in the shot before he placed a peck to her cheek and hugging her, the girl simply continuing to film over his shoulder. "I love you," his calm whisper into her hair was muffled but she could still hear it, responding in a small voice, "I love you too,"

When they got into the shop, he disappeared with a small "Bye," and his girlfriend moved to the side, sitting down in the shoe area and holding the camera up. "So a public place isn't the best area to do this but I wanted to have happy moment before each of these because that's what we are. And this is the first video of a few. I love you and I know you better than anyone else. Maybe not May, but still. The point is, I know when I'm gone you're going somehow flip the blame onto you. You've already started doing it since I told you and I hate it. This isn't your fault and it isn't mine. These things can happen and I'm so sorry, I'm so fucking sorry that it's happening to you. Because I know and have excepted that I'm going to the unknown but you, you have to live with this and you are so strong. You been through so much and you're still the best fucking person I know and I can't believe that had the privilege to know you let alone love you. You are everything that is good in the world rolled into this little package of adorableness and no matter how many punches you take, you always get up and laugh with people and make jokes and be the best human being to ever exist. So this first video is me telling you, don't blame yourself and move on. Because you deserve more than anybody can give you and I want you to be happy for the rest of your life," she was full on sobbing, looking extremely weird to passers by. "I need to go so then you don't know I did this because I cried my fucking eyes out," and once again the video stopped.

~

A loud bang followed by a frustrated scream was the first thing that filled the speakers. Peter had the camera on him, staring off at something out of shot with this dopey grin on his face. "You okay there?" He asked cautiously, hand running through his curls. Suddenly his grin was wider, rushed footsteps in the background, and he stumbled as if just pushed or hit by something. The camera lowered to show his girlfriend hugging him. "School fucking sucks," She looked at the phone, pouting slightly as she snatched it out of his hands. "That's mine," he laughed, hugging her from behind as she aimed the camera towards them, "Yeah I stole it. I was texting Ned on there 'cause mine's out of battery," the girl gave a small nod, moving her head to snuggled closer to his neck as he pecked her cheek.

Another bang was heard from elsewhere and Peter sighed, glancing behind him. "That's May. I've gotta go help her," one quick kiss to her forehead and he was gone and her smile slowly faded. "This isn't exactly how I planned to do this one but I'm gonna go with it. Hi again, this is the second one and I want to start again with I love you. I want you to do something for me. I know I live with my mum and I've rarely met the Avengers but I also know you deflect pain. Most of the time it's to helping people but when it's all too much, you get angry and you yell at people at random points 'cause you're bottling it up and I know that it's just going to be those heroes who get it. So I want you to, every time you want to scream and shout and blame someone for some small meaningless thing, I want you to tell them how you're feeling. I want you to talk about everything because as much as I love you, your dumb as fuck to not see how many people care for you and are willing to hear you out. I don't care if you don't want to burden anyone, okay? 'Cause you're not. They are there for you so be a man and talk about your feelings. I'm sure they'd prefer helping you than being at by you, okay? You're probably going to get back soon so I should go but, um, there's only one more to go and I love you,"  The camera shut off, her wobbly smile and tear stained cheeks being the last things to be seen.

~

The camera zoomed in on the intertwined fingers before going to the ridiculous amount of snacks and finally to the movie playing on the screen. Then it faced the side where Peter was shoving a hand full of popcorn into his mouth and trying not to choke when he saw the camera on him. He had a buzz-cut now, no doubt recently shaving his hair off. "It's movie night! Put it away!" The camera flipped to show his lovely girlfriend who now had no hair. And yet, she was still smiling and laughing despite things not exactly being okay. She then turned to get them both in the shot, a massive grin on her lips. "Look what this amazing human being did for me! How am I so lucky?" Peter snatched the phone, turning the video off. 

~

There was a lot of shouting in the background, laughter mixed in. the camera faced the cream ceiling, pieces of hair visible every now and then."You can't Peter! It's bad luck! Get out!" His laughter became muffled after the slam of a door and the camera finally showed the girl, no different to the time before except maybe slightly paler and she had a little bit of makeup on. She smiled brightly to the camera and moving over to some sort of desk to prop her phone up. "Ok, so no happy moment before this one because if you can't tell by the dress I'm wearing or the me just kicking you out my room, it's the non official wedding," Her hands went to the waistband of her white dress that ended at her knees and looked like something you'd wear to a prom. "You're a terrible husband if you don't remember that and I want a divorce," She let a breathy laugh leave her lips, placing her hands on her head. "In case you actually don't remember or there's someone else watching this, MJ did the ceremony, Ned walked me down the aisle and was best man and Harry was the maid of honour but he refused to wear the pink dress I got him because it didn't work with his eyes so he's got that blue dress that he's wearing. Right, this is the third and last one. I can't believe you set this up. I told you that I was so upset that I wouldn't spend the rest of my life with you and wouldn't get to have a wedding with you and you set this up because legally we can't get married so we're getting fake married. My mum and May are literally the only guests and they are getting flowers so I'm alone right now in my room until they get back and fuss over me," 

She sat down in the swivel chair, smile still present on her face. "Alright, this one is pretty much what I've been saying the last two videos except I'm actually saying it this time. I want you to look after yourself, okay? I don't want you doing anything stupid when I'm gone like getting yourself hurt overworking as Spiderman. Take a break, there are other heroes out there who are more than willing to help you if you can't do it. Move on, please. I know that it's going to be hard but I'm always going to be a part of your life, whether I'm there or not and you just have to accept that. Also, I know this probably won't help with the move on but can you check in with my mum every now and then. She's trying to act all strong but she's just like you and she's losing a daughter so just, keep her happy, for me? Please. Just be good to yourself  and move on. Ok this is the last one and I'm about to talk to my mum about sending you these when I'm gone so, I love you," And the camera stopped, catching the girl's broken expression rather than bright beautiful smile.

~

There was cheering, the video focus on Peter and his girlfriend kissing, whilst the few people around them clapped and cheered for the 'married' couple. Peter was lightly brushing away tears from her face when they pulled away, her doing the same to him. He suddenly smiled wide and picked her up bridal style, kissing her once more. "Ok Parker, you can stop kissing my little girl now!" Her mother shouted, Peter smiling sheepishly towards her but was soon brought into another kiss. When they pulled away, she stuck her tongue out to her mum before turning to Peter and pointing down the makeshift aisle. 

~

The lights were dim but the video was still clear. It was the two dancing, swaying to the slow song as Peter rested his chin on the top of her head. She was clearly crying as was Peter, the two looking like they were holding on for dear life. Sweet whispered 'I love you's were shared and then the video stopped.

~ 

Peter wiped at his eyes harshly. It was the third time watching them since... And he still sobbed his eyes dry. I mean, of course he did, it was his first love. He hadn't even told the Avengers, whenever they asked if he was going to bring her to another party or if they'd get to meet her again, he'd just walk out. Go try not to break down somewhere where no one could see him. But he felt okay watching this on the big screen in the living room of the compound because no one was home or at least that was what he thought. And to begin with, they weren't. Actually it was the time he took to set up linking his phone to the TV that they all walked in quietly. That they all saw everything on those videos. That they finally understood why he was holding back from missions or patrolling every night. Why he wasn't free for dinner every Wednesday because 'he and May had dinner with someone important'. Why he wasn't spending his entire day talking about you anymore. They had thought it had been a break up, like a really bad one but it wasn't. So Peter sat sobbing on the couch, the superheroes crying behind him, yet to make their presence known. Even Natasha and Bucky were crying.

"Hey kid," Tony finally managed to say, Peter jumping up and spinning round to see them all there. "Um, how long have you been... there?"Just from their faces he knew, trying to cover up the fact he'd been crying but Tony immediately held his hands out as if it would stop him. "Wanna talk about it?" He looked like he was going to say no but then his eyes met Tony's and he had launched himself at the man. "She's gone," He cried into the man's shoulder, holding on like he was a lifeline. 

"Y/N's gone,"

[beautifulterriblequeen]

A Tiadrin theory

I woke up this morning with a sudden headcanon about Tiadrin, and as I poked at it, it filled out nicely, so I’m gonna go ahead and call it a theory at this point.

It gets angsty, as all good Moonshadow theories do. If your heart doesn’t weigh 6 tons by the time you reach the end of this post, I didn’t capture the feeling properly.

Several bits of detail flutter around this mysterious woman, and I’ve theorized various versions of her circumstances, her relationship with Runaan and Ethari, her former position before the Storm Spire, the reasons she went there, and the reasons Runaan was so hellbent on avenging her dishonor.

I don’t think any of them landed as well or tied together as neatly as this one, though. Hence “theory” instead of just “headcanon.” Here we go:

FIrstly, some meta information. This is a fun tweet, but in this post I’m looking directly at “belief systems as sources of both comfort and restraint” and at the “weight of guilt” and “cycles of trauma” lines, in regards to Moonshadow culture, and specifically Moonshadow assassin training.

And raise your hand if you’ve been looking further afield than the front-and-center Janaya-with-Soren nod from “ripped women who teach soft boys to stab,” because I have. TDP is full of parallels and imperfect mirrors.

So, in the spirit of soft yet angsty cycles and the ripped women who perpetuate them, Theory Part I: Tiadrin trained Runaan, because she was the leader of the assassins before he was.

She’s referred to as a mastermind. Assassin leaders need to be good with plans of all sizes. We’ve seen how Runaan silently adapts to chaos and doesn’t tell anyone what his new plans actually are. He’s a good leader. But he also had to learn those skills from someone. Whoever instructed him was a tactical genius, and also very Moonshadow, and Runaan was an adept student.

Also, Tiadrin is a goddamn badass. She’s several inches shorter than Lain, Runaan, Ethari, and Viren. But she is a powerhouse in battle. She knows her physics well enough to drag this 6′2″ human battle mage skidding across the floor. Monster thighs, monster intellect.

As a 5′4″ woman who trained in jujitsu for several years, let me just say: gender equality in battle is great, but physics does not care. It will crush your popsicle-stick ass if you try to chuck a 250 lb person across the room and your math is off. The most accurate fighters are the ones who know how hard physics hits back when you’re sloppy.

Tiadrin earned every inch of respect, and every inch of her thigh circumference, the old-fashioned way. She worked for it, all day every day. Runaan does the same thing. He might have half a foot of height on her, but he trains like the world will crush him if he’s not perfect. And that’s very Moonshadow assassin in its own right, because it will, and it tried. Tiadrin knew what she needed. And she knew what Runaan, soft boy that he is, needed. And she made sure she trained it into him, all day every day.

Tiadrin is one of the reasons that Runaan survived the fight in Harrow’s chamber. She made him the fighter he is, the person he is, and that was just enough to pull him through... so he could see his own mentor trapped in a coin. Yay, thanks Viren.

Theory Part II: Runaan’s squad was made up of all the elves Tiadrin has personally trained, or trained by proxy.

If Tiadrin was Runaan’s trainer and mentor, then her honor was his honor. And when she supposedly faltered and fled at the Storm Spire, that suddenly cast him, as an individual assassin and as the current assassin leader, in a terrible light. If his mentor was a coward, what did she teach him? Would he also duck and run when things got hopeless, and abandon his duty?

The doubt that must’ve swirled around him when the village learned the terrible news about Lain and Tiadrin must’ve sliced right through him. Thousand-yard stare, biggest internal Oh No ever. Runaan lives to serve his people, and to have them doubt him, after all he has done to train them and protect them from harm, would be the worst kind of pain. He had to make it right.

But not just him. Assassins seem to take solo missions even for their first kill, if Eljaal’s covered shoulders are any indication. You can Moonshadow your feels if you don’t have to watch your friend kill someone, if you don’t have anyone watching while you stab someone to death. You can pretend it’s all serene and just and smooth and valid and honorable. You can hold to your love of life and dance right past your embrace of death, if no one else sees it. But Runaan’s mission had 6 members. They were definitely going to have to watch each other murder people. Why?

Tiadrin’s honor was their honor. An extended family of brothers, sisters, cousins, fosterlings, anyone who was drawn to Tiadrin, or her to them, bonded together over their family feels and protective instincts. They were family. And then their leader fell, her honor crushed.

They had to make it right.

They all carried Tiadrin’s honor with their own, taught by her personally, regarded as honorable assassins. Until she seemed to have a fatal flaw in her character. Then everyone wondered if that flaw got passed down, too. The assassins had to prove that it hadn’t been, for the sake of their people, and for all of Xadia who trusted them to take out threats in the dark. They had to go set right Tiadrin’s “mistake” and take Harrow for Zym’s death. All of them. Every single one, no exceptions.

No exceptions. That’s why Rayla had to go, too. Tiadrin taught Runaan everything he knew about being an assassin, and when she moved to the Storm Spire, Runaan dutifully passed Rayla’s mother’s teachings to Rayla herself, feeling like part of the family, an essential connection between mother and daughter, between assassin mentor and mentee. He tried to get it just right, just perfect, so Rayla would feel like she’d been trained by her actual mom as much as possible. Not just because Tiadrin was Rayla’s mother, but because Runaan respects Tiadrin’s prowess so much. She was the best, and every bit of Runaan’s efforts to be his best reflects his respect for her.

You don’t get to be the assassin leader unless you’re the best there is. Runaan knows that from both sides. And just like Tiadrin did with him, he does his best to teach Rayla everything she needs to stay safe and alive, so she can do her duty too, and come home safe to her family every day.

And, in the end, part of that duty had to be avenging her mentor’s mentor, her own mother, by accompanying Runaan on his mission. Her lessons were from Tiadrin, one step removed. If there was a flaw in her training, no one would trust her when it was her turn to lead the assassins, and she’s not even done training yet! Rayla understood Moonshadow honor, assassin honor. She was driven to ask Runaan to take her with him, and he could see exactly where she was coming from. Their honor was tangled up with Tiadrin’s. They couldn’t back out. They had to go to Katolis, them and everyone else Tiadrin had trained.

That’s why the binding ribbons came out. They were in a do-or-die situation, in the most literal sense.

They could not go home in failure. If they all failed, it would take out a whole line of assassin training, possibly the same one that had lasted for countless generations (okay maybe we can count them and there are like 30) and crush the Moonshadows’ spirits. And they’d literally rather die than see that happen. They were all ready to give their lives to restore Tiadrin’s honor, and their own, because without her legacy, there would be such a crater in the assassin corps that it might never recover.

Yes, this is basically my angsty “Runaan’s found family went into battle together and most of them died” headcanon again, but this time with a solid theory behind it. I’m not sorry. I love this angsty idea, it’s horrible. Do you see the cycle of trauma? I’ve got one more part to add, which may make it clearer.

Theory Part III: Assassin leaders always go serve at the Storm Spire once they successfully train their own replacement.

In this theory’s version of Why Laindrin Went To The Storm Spire, Tiadrin was always going to end up at the Storm Spire, once she became the assassin leader. That’s where the veteran assassin leader goes, see, to liaison between the dragon throne and the current Moonshadow leader. They know the assassins’ skills far better than any Skywings or dragons do, and they know the leader in charge of them, so they can give guidance or direction as needed, or simply phrase the Dragon King or Queen’s request in such language that the assassin leader knows intuitively what really needs to be done.

Yeah, Tiadrin writing Runaan mission directives. I can see it.

Tiadrin’s mentor would’ve left for the Spire when Tiadrin got promoted to leader. The person she trusted most in the world, who had trained her, left her behind, only to communicate by long distance. Moonshadow deniability, amirite--we’re not stabbing people, we’re sending tactical correspondence, yep that’s it. But Tiadrin was still surrounded by Runaan and the other young assassins, and she bonded with them all, and life was bright.

Then, the shadow came once again. Runaan was an excellent student, and she knew he was ready. Maybe she delayed, and delayed, Moonshadowing her reasons. Maybe she wanted the chance to bring life into the world, to try to balance out some of the death she had dealt. Maybe she wanted a few more years of domestic life in the Silvergrove with all her favorite elves, to bolster her heart for the years to come. Maybe her mentor at the Spire was up to shenaniganry in dragon politics and she wanted to buy them more time to lay those plans in place.

Knowing Tiadrin even the slightest bit, I will assume it was all this and more. But eventually, she couldn’t put things off any longer. She had to go fulfill her duty to the dragon throne and join the Dragonguard as the representative of the Moonshadow assassins who had bound themselves to the protection of Xadia long ago. She had to walk away from her bright life, her family, her friends, her allies, and climb up into that misty stone tower, to spend who knows how long away from everything she knew and loved.

And she did. She chose to walk away, for love of Xadia. She took her beloved husband with her, but she left the Silvergrove, Xadia’s protection, and her own daughter’s upbringing in the hands of the elf she chose to replace her. The soft boy she’d taught to stab, who would teach her baby girl to stab, too.

Because this is The Way.

I know I’ve had an angsty headcanon that assassins don’t retire. But, consider this: maybe one of them can. One of Tiadrin’s many plans could have been counting on Runaan’s extreme prowess and devotion to Rayla. If Tiadrin knew that she could return to the Silvergrove in peace and retire there with Lain once Runaan trained Rayla to take his place as the assassin leader, then she could live in the Silvergrove again for the rest of her life, and also get to see Rayla grown big and strong and become the assassin leader herself, another proud elf in a long line of honor and tradition. She might feel that was a big accomplishment, considering the dangers they all face. And it would be.

Yes, this would hinge on the fact that Runaan would have to leave the Silvergrove to replace Tiadrin at the Storm Spire, to serve as Rayla’s liaison to the dragon throne. Cycles of trauma, remember? Tiadrin can’t have all of her family back in one place, ever again. She has to love and train someone enough to put them through the life that she’s having to live, and she has to be strong enough not to let that break her. And then, she has to choose between them. She chose Runaan first, so that she could hope to choose Rayla later. She trusted him with all the future happiness of her heart. And he did his best with it.

But they didn’t quite make it, in the end, because of Viren.

I know this has been a lot of angst. I know. But there is a moonlit lining to this theory, and I think we all need to consider it. If there is a cycle of taking the assassin leader out of the Silvergrove to serve the dragon throne for ancient promise reasons, then if that ancient promise is ever rescinded or redressed in an effective way, the family won’t need to keep yeeting loved ones out of its orbit. And if assassins cease to be a necessary evil as a result, then no one will have to leave, or stab, again. At least, not for the same angsty reasons. They could stay together and never need to leave again.

It won’t be easy to break such a cycle. It might be impossible. But if anyone can manage it, it’ll be Tiadrin, and her family.

extra headcanon for this theory:

Tiadrin, packing up for the Storm Spire: One last thing, Runaan.

Runaan, stoically attentive because what are feels on the day your mentor leaves you: Yes, Tiadrin?

Tiadrin: Ethari will need to pick an apprentice to replace him, too. He should start looking now.

Runaan: Why? Only the Silvergrove’s Master Craftsman gets to pick an apprentice, and Ethari isn’t--

Tiadrin: *wink” Not yet, he’s not.

Runaan: Tiadrin, please, what have you done?

Tiadrin: I want to come back here someday, Runaan. I want to see your good work with Rayla. And I can’t do that if you flat-out refuse to leave your husband when Avizandum calls for you to replace me. So he needs to be ready to leave, too.

Runaan: I, I, I would nev-- I couldn’t--

Tiadrin: *patting his shoulder briskly as she strides out* Mmhmm, sure thing, kid. The council votes him in next Thursday. Be good while I’m gone! I want to find this place exactly the way I’m leaving it. Lain, honey, get your coat!

Lain, in the next room: Yes, Tiadrin!

Runaan, soft-eyed, to the silence in her wake: Yes, Tiadrin.

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“i don’t hate her though...”

Warnings: jealous!Steve mainly

Summary: request from @meagan-ortiz​ (sorry this took forever to be posted, I haven’t had much motivation recently, but here it is!) 

Word Count: 1.9k

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

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It was hard, being an Avenger, especially when it seemed that the Captain himself seemed to dislike you. Whatever you did, whether it was helpful to the team’s efforts, he was mad at you. He never spoke to you unless it was to do with a mission, or a report that you had to fill out for Fury. Other than that, in your downtime, nothing. It was like you didn’t exist to him. Natasha and Sam both told you to not worry about it, you were new. It takes Steve time to learn how to trust someone. Which you understand, it must be hard for him when everyone apart from Bucky he loved from the 1940s is now dead, and he still looks the same as he did when he was in the army at 27 years of age. But, he could at least be civil if he didn’t like you, so you felt a little useful in the team. 

Sam and Natasha were trying to convince you to come out on a team night out, meaning having to spend time with Steve away from work, which has never happened since you have joined the team. You know that it will end badly, meaning he will probably ignore you the entire evening and not care that you are there. 

“I don’t know guys…can’t I just come next time?” You ask as you try to hide in your duvet as your two closest friends stand over you at the side of your bed. 

“No, come tonight, we haven’t had a night out in ages and it will be fun!” Natasha says as she pulls the duvet off of you, smirking a little at you unicorn pyjamas that you were wearing. 

“No it won’t because Steve will be there and he will bring my mood down because he hates me, and don’t try to deny it because he has never said a word to me about anything but work.” You say, sighing and crossing your arms over your chest. 

“Have you tried speaking to him away from work?” Sam asks and crosses his own arms across his chest, raising his eyebrow at you, a small smirk gracing his face. 

“I’m not stupid, of course I have! And he always avoids me or ignores my questions.” You say before glaring at your two friends. You know that they will be reporting everything back to the team, to get you and Steve on at least speaking terms. 

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On the other side of the compound, in Steve’s room, he is glaring at Bucky as he tries to get out of the team night out. 

“Buck, come on, you know I don’t like the nights out, because one of you guys always gets us chucked out of the bar we are at for drinking too much…” Steve grumbles, looking back down at his book slowly. 

“Hey, you know that is never me, because we can’t get drunk, but come on punk, it will be good…” Bucky says and nudges the book out of Steve’s hands. This earned him another glare from his best friend and before Steve could even reach to pick it up Bucky had already grabbed it to keep out of Steve’s reach. “I know the only reason why you don’t want to go is because of your crush on a certain new team member of ours…” 

Steve looked at Bucky in shock, he thought he had done well in hiding the fact that he had fallen head over heals for the new recruit. Obviously not, if his best friend knew the truth. “How the hell did you know, jerk?” He asks and stands up to grab the book from Bucky’s hands. 

“How did I not know? Acting like you don’t like her? C’mon man, you are living with a super soldier, spies and enchanted humans to start with so it only be a short amount of time that we all found out.” Bucky smirks and walks over to Steve’s wardrobe to get a shirt and pair of slacks out for him. “Luckily for you, the certain Avenger you have feelings for knows none the wiser, she thinks that you hate her guts.” 

Steve looks at Bucky in shock, his forehead creasing a little before accepting the shirt from Bucky. “I don’t hate her though…” 

“We know that, but she doesn’t and the way that you have been treating her since joining the team has made her believe that you just don’t like her at all…maybe tonight could be your chance to tell her how you actually feel…” Bucky says before leaving Steve with his thoughts and to let him get ready for the night out. 

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The music was blaring out the speakers around the bar that was picked for the night out. Tony was adamant that the whole team would have a good time and dragged you to this new bar in the middle of New York. It looked like a good place to hang out. You smile widely as you look round the bar slowly, taking in the interior quietly before you find a relatively large booth to fit the whole team in. You sit next to Natasha slowly, internally groaning as Bucky and Sam let Steve sit next to you. 

You shoot them both a glare over Steve’s head as they smile innocently at you before they take everyone’s drink order before walking up to the bar to get the first round in. 

You bite your lip as you glance at Steve, he was leant away from you as much as possible. It was like he didn’t want to even sit next to you on a friendly night out. You frown and look down at your lap quietly, only looking up when your drink was placed in front of you. If this was going to be something that went on all night, you knew you needed to have more than one drink to get through it. 

No time to get drunk than the present then, bottoms up. You think to yourself as you take a sip of your drink and one of the shots from the tray that Bucky placed in the middle of the table. 

“Woah, someone wants to get drunk tonight…” Sam smirks and looks at you before you shrug and look back at him, a mischievous glint in your eyes. 

“Bet I could still outdrink you though soldier…” You say above the music which gets the team interested in what was going to happen next. You are pretty sure you see Steve smirk at you gently, like he knows you will out drink his friend. A blush settles on your cheeks as you reach for another shot. 

Tonight may be more interesting than you thought. 

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You sigh lightly as you glance over at Steve with the boys at one of the pool tables, leaning against the bar as you wait to order another drink. So far, after 2 hours, Steve still hasn’t said a word to you, let alone even looked your way. You know that you’re no Natasha or Peggy but you thought he could at least be nice and get to know you, become friends maybe… That seemed like a pipe dream of yours. 

A drink is placed in front of you and you look at it confused before following the hand up to the young man’s eyes who had placed the drink in front of you. You smile politely as you think, if Steve doesn’t want to get to know me, then someone else can. 

“Thank you, you didn’t need to buy me a drink…” You say and bites your lip as you blush a little. 

“Of course I did, now what is a pretty girl like you, doing in a place like this?” He asks and you are enticed straight away, not knowing the jealous glare that Steve is sending you both as soon as he sees this man speak to you, let alone look at you with one thing in mind. 

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Steve laughed at Bucky and Sam gently, shaking his head as he watches take is shot on the pool table. He was facing away from the bar, thinking you were dancing with Wanda and Natasha. He was still too nervous to speak to you, he definitely didn’t have the courage to ask if you wanted to either go for a coffee or dinner with him, as a date. 

He looks at Bucky as his face falls, turning round to where Bucky was looking, frowning instantly when he sees that a random man has bought you a drink, also standing far for Steve to think that he was harmless. 

“Dude, its your go…” Sam says, nudging Steve before looking over to where he was looking. “Oh man, sorry… You didn’t think that she would stay single forever did you?” 

Steve glanced at Sam before taking a swig of his beer, he was right, he needed to act now before it was too late, like it was with Peggy. Like it was with Sharon as well. Steve wasn’t going to lose his chance with you either. 

He pushes his way through the crowds of people towards you slowly, watching the stranger leave briefly to use the restroom. Steve takes a deep breath before he touches your arm lightly, not wanting to startle you. 

“Steve, oh, hi…is everything okay?” You ask him nervously when you see him stood next to you, biting your lip. 

“No, I don’t like how you are talking to that stranger…” He says and looks at you intently. 

You huff softly and set your empty glass down on the bar before crossing your arms against your chest. Taking the defensive stance. “Its not like you ever talk to me though Steve, is it?” 

He looks a little nervously, biting his lip as you look at him, raising your eyebrow at him as you await for his answer. He sees this as his chance, to tell, no show you how he really feels so he takes your face in his hands gently, pressing his lips against yours. 

You gasp into the kiss in shock, but don’t push him away. Instead you kiss him back slowly, wrapping your arms round him to hold him closer. You hear the team all cheer as you both kiss, like they were all waiting for this moment. 

You smile as you pull away from the kiss slowly, a blush tinting your cheeks as you look up at him. “Because I am in love with you…” Steve whispers before kissing you again lightly. 

You beam up at him before nodding lightly. “I am in love with you too Steve…” 

He chuckles as he holds you closer, walking over to the booth with you so you two could speak to each other alone. You lean your head on his shoulder as he wraps his arm round you, your free hands clasped together in his lap. The conversation flowing between the both of you so easily, and you can’t help but giggle to yourself as the stranger looks confused when you aren’t at the bar where you left him, before looking up at Steve, seeing a smirk grace his handsome features before leaning up to kiss him again softly. 

You made the right decision to come on the team night out, you both did as you were leaving together with your feelings not needing to be hidden anymore because he felt the same way as you. 

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pairing: avengers x teen!reader; platonic!steve x teen!reader; platonic!natasha x teen!reader

word count: 1,772 (hehe told y’all)

warnings: sadness, depression, maybe swearing?? idk i don’t pay enough attention, post-infinity war feels

author’s note: im :) fine :) not :) sad :) at :) all :) also why do i always write angst am i that incapable of letting anyone be happy hahahah help

summary: it’s been a year since thanos snapped his fingers, and you still feel just as upset as you did the day it happened, but steve and nat are there to try their best to help you :)

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One year; 12 months; 52 weeks; 365 days; 8,760 hours; 525,600 minutes; 31,536,000 seconds.

Since it happened. It, of course, being Thanos snapping his fingers, successfully eliminating 50% of life throughout the entire universe. Since you lost so many of your closest friends, your family.

Some people say that it gets easier with time, that eventually, it stops hurting as much. That after a while, the pain just isn't as bad.

But they would be wrong.

It's been an entire year, and for you, it's only seemed to get worse. The pain just grows each day, the loss of some of your favorite people just taking a larger toll on you as the days go by.

And the team could tell. What's left of the team, at least. Even out of the survivors, not everyone stayed around at the compound, as it would just bring back memories of those they've lost.

Tony had gone to live with Pepper and their daughter, Morgan, in a cabin on the lake. Bruce had gone somewhere, you weren't even sure where he was, and the same with Rhodey. Thor left to go establish New Asgard, and you hadn't seen him since. Carol, although technically not an official member of the team, was up in space most of the time, so you never saw her, either. That left only you, Natasha, and Steve.

Natasha was the first to notice. The way you rarely left your room, and if you did, your eyes were rimmed with a red tint, and your cheeks were puffed up. And if she ever got the chance to speak to you, you would only give her one or two word responses, far from the usual energetic and lengthy ones you used to give.

Steve noticed not long after, partially because Natasha pointed it out to him, and partially on his own. He saw the way you always wore sweatshirts or t- shirts belonging to your fallen friends. He heard you crying at the late hours of the night, when you thought no one else was awake.

So the two of them came together, trying to think of any and every way to help you, to take your mind off of everything, even just for a few minutes. But you did know this. You still stayed locked up in your room, today, especially, not even attempting to drag yourself out of bed, knowing that the only thing you were capable of doing today, was mourning.

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The minute your alarm clock went off at 7 AM, you could already feel the familiar sensation of a wave of tears approaching. You were used to it by now, and just let it happen on its own.

With the sleeves of one of Wanda’s hoodies folded over your hands, you pressed your wrists to your eyes, trying to stop the stinging feeling of the tears. Your attempt was futile, and a steady stream started flowing down your cheeks, onto the comforter below you.

You sighed in frustration and annoyance when the tears wouldn’t stop. It seems like everyone else has moved on already, you thought to yourself, so why can’t I?

You buried your face in your hands and let out a loud sob. You shook your head, slowly lifting it from your hands as you stared up at the ceiling for a moment. You internally swore at yourself, knowing that what you were about to do was immature, but you were going to do it anyways.

“Hey, u-um,” your voice was quiet, hoarse from going so long without speaking, not to mention nasally from all the crying you’ve been doing lately. You brushed your messy hair out of your face, sniffling loudly, “I-I don’t know if anyone can hear me, but I, uh. I wanted to try an-and say something, just in case any of you guys a-are listening right now.”

You sobbed again, swearing under your breath, “Get it together, Y/N,” you whispered to yourself. You cleared your throat, trying once more to speak, “U-um. I just wanted to say that, um, I miss you all,” your voice broke off, the tears falling faster now, “so much. Uh, I miss you and love you all so much. I would do anything to get a-all of you back here, right now. Whatever it would take, I don’t care. I-I need you all, so badly.”

You cursed at yourself again, much louder than you intended to. Unbeknownst to you, Steve and Natasha heard you. They shared a look, before stopping what they were doing, and standing next to your closed door.

“I’m so, so, so sorry I didn’t do good enough. I tried, as hard as I could. I tried everything I could think of to get everyone back,” your voice had fallen into a low whisper, “b-but nothing worked.”

The pair outside your door felt their hearts break. It hurt them so much to hear you in such pain, and they knew they couldn’t stand to listen any longer. Natasha glanced at Steve, communicating with him through their eyes. Steve sent her a slight nod, knowing what she wanted to do.

The redhead slowly stood up from her squatting position, softly knocking on your door. She spoke quietly, a warm and caring tone laced through her words, “Y/N, sweetie? Could you open the door, please?”

You froze. You hadn’t expected for either of them to try and talk to you. Lately, they had stopped trying to get you to unlock your door, to open up, even just a little, after realizing that you refused to. You stayed silent for a moment, not knowing how, or if you wanted, to respond.

“Please, Y/N. We just want to help you, I promise, honey.”

Natasha’s voice was so calming, with the slight motherly tone coming through her words. You felt your resolve falter for a second, and you contemplated whether to let her in or not. On one hand, you didn’t want them seeing you like this, although you knew they wouldn’t care. But on the other, you so desperately craved comfort, reassurance, especially from those you trusted and cared for so deeply.

“Please,” this time it was Steve that spoke, “we know you’re hurting, and we want to help.”

With his words, you broke. You felt the sobs building up in your chest, and you ran to the door, unlocking and it and yanking it open roughly. You fell into Natasha’s open arms, sobbing. Steve wrapped his arms around you as well, joining the embrace. Your body shook painfully, but the feeling of two of your closest friends holding you so tightly helped soften the blow.

It took you around fifteen minutes to calm down. The whole time, both Steve and Natasha stayed with you on the floor, still holding onto you tightly, occasionally whispering short phrases of comfort into your ears.

When you eventually did settle down, you could feel your body growing tired from your sobs. You slowly lifted your head from Natasha’s shoulder, and she sent you a small smile. She wiped away the tears from under your eyes with the pads of her thumbs, and tucked your hair behind your ears.

Steve shifted so he was in front of you, and he could see your face as he spoke to you, “How ‘bout we have a movie day today, huh? No work, no responsibilities, just hangin’ out and watching movies? Sound good, hmm?”

You weakly nodded, trying your best to send him a smile, but the corners of your lips barely lifted up. He smiled back at you, helping you and Natasha both up from the ground, and the three of you walked together to the living room area.

You sat down on one of the couches, Steve taking the seat next to you. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, slowly rubbing your arm as Natasha stood in the kitchen, gathering snacks for you all.

As Steve picked up the TV remote, going to put the first movie on, a memory of a day similar came to mind.

“Everybody sit your asses down, it’s movie day!” You grinned widely as Tony shouted at the rest of the team. You plopped down on one of the couches, Steve on your right, and Wanda on your left. You loved having movie nights with the team, as they were a rare pleasantry in a life as hectic as yours.

“Yo, Tiny! Heads up!” Sam called out to you, chucking a bag of popcorn towards you. You giggled as you caught it, quickly ripping it open and shoving a handful of the snack into your mouth.

Steve reached a hand into the bag, trying to steal some of the popcorn, but you quickly smacked his hand, causing him to send you a playful glare. Your eyes widened as you saw popcorn floating out of the bag, but you jokingly rolled your eyes as you turned to your left, seeing Wanda using her magic to grab some of your food. You sighed, a small smile on your lips, “I really can’t have anything around here, huh?”

You were cut off by a loud “Shh!” and you glanced over to one of the other couches, offering a sheepish smile to an impatient Natasha.

You were brought back to reality by a loud shout of your name, and you blinked your eyes a few times, seeing both Steve and Natasha in front of you, worry clear on their faces.

They both visibly relaxed when you looked at them, but their concern quickly returned when they saw your eyes well up with tears, and a sob break its way past your lips.

Natasha wrapped her arms around you, bringing you to her chest and slowly rocking you back and forth, “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?”

“I-I miss them s-so much!” You stuttered out between sobs.

Natasha felt herself tear up, her hold on you tightening, “Oh, sweetie, I know, I know. I miss them too.”

A few minutes later, Natasha released from the hug, but kept you tucked into her side, running her fingers through your hair. Steve grabbed ahold of your hands, gently rubbing his thumbs on top of your fingers, “I promise you, Y/N, we’re gonna get them back. We’re gonna get them all back.”

You wiped away a lone tear, whispering, “Pinky promise?” You knew it was immature, but you held up a shaking pinky, desperate for reassurance, no matter how childish it made you seem.

Steve chuckled softly, wrapping his pinky around yours, “Pinky promise.”

[heli0s-writes]

Fuckin’ Legit

Pairings: Reader x Bucky Barnes Summary: Follow up to Fuckin’ Teamwork, based off this ask. A/N: More silly shenanigans. Dumbass reader :) 2.1k words

Bag of Tricks Masterlist

Bucky watches from a distance as you hurl through the air and land right heel-first on the training dummy, knocking its head off and making it bounce off the floor with enough force to lodge itself into the ceiling. The room of SHIELD recruits clap and cheer, and when the dummy’s head flops back down you kick it like a hacky-sack at Maria Hill.

“Great demonstration,” Hill catches the head and tucks it under her arm. “Are you interested in teaching a course in hand-to-hand combat with a focus on aerial recovery? Legitimately?”

“Only if you promise not to fall in love with me.” You send a wink at her and then, as soon as you see Bucky’s bewildered face through the other side of the glass, you leap after him. He’s convinced you’re dumber than a bag of rocks, but you’re not deterred by it—especially not after Maria Hill’s validation. Puffing your chest, you skip forward, “Hey, Buck! I’m legit!”

Immediately, you trip and face plant into the nearest surface. The room collectively hisses in discomfort.

“I take that back.” Maria hurriedly ushers the recruits out before they can witness anything else.

Bucky slips through the door and roughly yanks you up by your elbow, wincing when your nose reveals a line of blood dripping into your mouth. “Legit, my ass. Come on. Stark called for us.”

-

The air in the conference room is stagnant and overwrought with a million unsaid—unscreamed—expressions. Tony pivots on his lifted heels, finger jabbing toward the big screen where a dark and grainy image is projected.

“Care to explain this? Friday pulled it from a broadcast coming from the cell.” He narrows his eyes at you as you slump down into the swivel chair until only the top of your head shows. “How about you?” Tony gestures to Bucky.

Tony has a laser pointer in his other hand, and he shines the red spotlight on the picture where Bucky’s knees are bent and planted to the ground. The dot trails over his thigh and then over the smaller frame beneath him.

You’re there, arched upward into his torso, legs hooked around his tapered waist, heels digging into his spine. Four of his thick flesh fingers are shoved inside your mouth, pulling your cheek open, and the dim light catches a sliver of your wet tongue. His other forearm is pushed onto your sternum, holding you down.

It looks bad.

It looks like Bucky is dry humping the daylights out of you in an abandoned Hydra facility.

Sam erupts into a screeching laugh when he finally pieces it together, pitching forward until he’s flattened against the wood table. “Ho-Homygod--- This is the best day of my life. Is this the cyanide incident?”

Bucky is red from head to toe.

Natasha rolls her eyes and slides away from the table. “Tony, she ate two cyanide capsules. Barnes was wrestling them out of her mouth.”

Tony stiffens for a moment as he ponders the truth behind her statement. Then, he quirks his head like an owl, flares his nostrils, and stoops beneath the table to find you resembling a boneless pile of flesh.

“Everyone is dismissed.” He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose in irritation. “I wish I could fire you.”

A quiet whimper escapes your lips, the most pathetic noise to ever come from a human being. “But…” You whine pathetically, “I’m legit.”

-

A few nights later, you find yourself sneaking through yet another dusty old hideout. Surprise, surprise, Hydra is bad with maintenance and loves asbestos.

Steve made you an outline of all your tasks on his mission, written in all caps, folded neatly, and shoved it into your back pocket before departure. You skimmed over it on the plane before crumbling it up. The first bullet point had glared: NO CANDY.

Tightass.

You easily clear the wing and dispatch your status to Sam who is waiting patiently in the jet, fingers on the console. Bucky is patrolling the perimeter and you are taking the east side while Redwing zooms through the west.

There have been trip wires (newbie shit) and also surprisingly advanced attempts at entrapment so far (motion sensors, temperature regulated alarms). They’ve all been expertly pulled apart and rewired and you are taking a short break fucking around in the hallway, peering at dusty paintings of – some old dead bald guys. You take a picture of one and send it to Tony, labelled it’s like looking into the future.

Chortling, you continue down the corridor aimlessly until you hear a creak.

The knife in your hand is blade-first and coming down hard on the body sneaking up until— “Oh Barnes!” You cry happily, tucking it back into the strap on your wrist. “Good. You’re here! There’s only one more room—I’ve been crushing it.”

Literally two seconds after you say that, you turn the corner and run face-first into the door. Bucky pauses as if he doesn’t quite register what just happened before slowly reaching forward and gently applying pressure to the handle.

It’s written all over his face: you’re an idiot. You are seriously lacking some brain cells.

He leads the way carefully, swatting cobwebs hanging from the ceiling and taking stock of each corner, rifle pointed forward and alert. Behind him, your boots thump noisily against the floor and a chair is tipped over when your arm crashes into it.

Bucky spins on his heels and catches the chair before it can fall on top of what looks like a very obviously placed … box.

It’s a box.

A giant red box is on the floor, outlined with a square of white tape. Two abnormally unsoiled items in a room made almost entirely out of forty-year old dandruff. Your hands are already on both sides of it before Bucky can knock you out of the way.

“Don’t!” He screams because fucking anything could be under there!

A wild animal! A toxic chemical! A bomb! Snakes, for fuck’s sake! His eyes widen at the fading shadow cast on the floor as you lift the top away. Then, his heart stops beating.

It’s a slice of cake. And a cup of tea. A single slice of vanilla sheet cake neatly decorated with a blush-pink rose and two perfectly piped green leaves. The faint smell of jasmine wafts into the air.

Bucky barrels into you before you get the chance to lick your lips.

“Wilson!” He calls into the comm as you push his face away with an offended yelp, “They’re in the east side—set a trap for us! Get over here and bring your stupid bird too! I swear to God—NO! DO NOT!”

 -

In the hovering Quinjet, Sam Wilson leaps to his feet and swoops out of the cabin, wings folded as he dives. “Come again?!” He taps on the comm wedged inside his left ear, “Barnes!?”

“-- fuck-- gonna—fucking--- stop BITING ME!”

A furious row of explosions blare in Sam’s ear as he banks a sharp left and lands on two feet, tearing his way inside the facility, checking on his wrist all the while. Redwing’s camera is glitching, but he can make out flashes of gunfire and what looks like at least five bodies, not including his two teammates. Bursts of white erupt on the screen and Sam’s heart picks up a tremendous pace before he kicks the door down, pistols out and aimed.

A silence smothers the room before grunting and screaming erupts again over Sam’s shout of, “What is going on in here?!”

-

“And this, ladies and gentlemen, is the exact moment I came upon my fellow Avengers,” Sam pauses, waving his hand with a bow at the image projected on the conference room screen.

Friday pulled another image from the broadcast before Sam shot out all the cameras in the facility.

It seems that the previous video of you eating cyanide had been intercepted through a bounced signal from the original recording’s output and those on the other end decided you were enough of a proper imbecile to be tricked by something as simple as a slice of cake.

They weren’t wrong.

Tony’s laser is in Sam’s hand and he points the dot in flashes five times, “Dead dudes. Check.” The dot moves on, landing on two splayed out legs before it runs up the side of Bucky’s body pressed to the concrete. “Barnes. Check.” Bucky shuts his eyes and slams his head into the table. “And… here we have this.”

Sam points to you, bottom lip clenched tightly between your teeth as you lurch forward, one hand outstretched and smeared with frosting while the other holds your torso barely an inch from the ground, paying no mind to the two elbows digging into your stomach. Sam points again to where your crotch is pushed right into Bucky’s face.

“Jesus Christ.” Steve mutters, flushing red, “I wrote you directions for a reason…”  

“Excuse me,” You huff, “Cake is not candy.”

“Really?!” Bucky snaps, “That’s the hill you’re going to die on!? You ran into the door! You knocked over a chair! You looked at the one thing that did not belong in the room and you picked it up even after I told you not to!”

Steve jumps back into the grilling, “And if you would have read the rest of the list—NO FOOD AT ALL was number two!”

“Oh yeah!?” You’re near hysterical now, shrieking at the top of your lungs. Stupid men ganging up on you. “What was number three? No fun!? I’m Captain America and I’m such a tightass--”

Bucky cuts you off, throwing his hands up into the air, “Number three was get the blueprints!”

“Oh.”

The room falls silent as you tuck your hand into the pocket of your pants. “Why didn’t you just say so? I nabbed ‘em as soon as I got in there. Marked off the locations of all the cameras and security alarms—not like that matters since Wilson shot them and I disarmed the rest in the east wing. Also, there were corridors and secret entryways not in the file. It’s on here now.”

Carelessly, you chuck the flash drive from your pocket at Steve and it smacks him in the chest. Sam crosses his arms and cocks his head at you, “Shit. Didn’t know you were all that.”

You frolic to the door, “See ya later!”

Three men watch on in shocked silence as you prance down the hallway, banking a sharp right towards your room. Steve stares from Sam to Bucky and then to the flash drive in his hand.

Sam clucks, “You know what… All things considered… the girl is legit.”

-

He calls your name, bangs on the door with a hard fist and when it cracks open, you peek your head out with tired eyes. “Sup, buttercup?”

“Why are you like this? The cyanide? The cake? You had the flash drive the whole time!”

You shrug off what sounds like an accusation, “I dunno. I’m good at my job.” Bucky crosses his arms. “Barnes!” You scold with a growing grin, “I’m legit! I just… you know. Why put all the pressure on myself when you’re around?”

You snort a little, scratch your tummy underneath an oversized shirt absently, and shrug your shoulders repeatedly like you’re dancing. Bucky narrows his eyes. “Are you telling me you’re an idiot because of me?”

“Yeah, Buck. I know you’ll take care of me.”

He freezes. Feels a sudden swell of heat rush from his chest to the top of his head. Bucky opens his mouth to retort, but nothing comes out. He closes it. You give him a sleepy grin, leaning on the door and swinging it wide, faltering against the knob with a yelp.

Swiftly, and true to his character, Bucky catches you with one arm.

Hanging from his hold, body twisted around, you look up into his blue eyes. They’re strangely tender, dancing over your face with an inquisitive glimmer.

The moment shatters when Bucky’s gaze stops at your neckline. “Is that—" he frowns, “Is your shirt on backwards?”

You nod. “Uh huh. Inside out too.”

His eyes slip shut. With a sigh, he drops you flat on your back and turns around. “You’re an idiot. I hate you.”

Down the hallway as he stomps off, cursing the moment the thought you were cute or something… he hears your voice calling.

“I’m an idiot— but I’m legit, right? And I’m your idiot, right? Bucky? Bucky!”

Bucky holds back a grin. Flicks you off behind his back. Legit or not, he would never give you the satisfaction of knowing.

-

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[simsadventures]

My Mysterious Girl

Summary: You are a hunter on a mission to find Azrael’s blade. You find it in an unlikely place, in the hands of the very Bucky Barnes, the infamous Winter Soldier. When you save him, and then disappear, Bucky does everything in his power to find you and learn about you.

Warnings: SPN x Avengers crossover, swearing, mention of death, mention of supernatural beings, fluff, smidge of angst (you look and it’s gone), more fluff

Pairing: Bucky x hunter!Reader, Dean x platonics!sister!Reader, Sam x platonic!sister!Reader

Word Count: 3422

A/N: So this story was requested my the 🦄 anon, and I know it’s coming a bit late… Sorry for that. I tried to make it better by writing a longer piece. I hope you’ll enjoy the SPN x Avengers crossover. I also combined a little of Lucifer there, the Azrael’s blade and all… I’ve been obsessed for days so I need to have an outlet for that xD

Whole request here: Yay! Alright, so I read a fic somewhere with a Marvel/Supernatural cross over and I love the idea so much. So, I was thinking like reader is a hunter (you can decide if she's a Winchester or not) and she runs into Bucky on a case who's there on a mission. It can be something like she has to retrieve a magical artefact or kill a monster or something, but Bucky's confused about it all and she just mysteriously disappears (because that's what hunters do). So, she disappeared and Bucky tries so hard to find her and like researches (or tries to) everything about the hunting lifestyle because he wants to find her again and like puts himself in harms way. Which of course pisses her off. If you don't want to do it, it's fine as well. I just thought it would be a good idea

Masterlist

“Oh, come on, Dean. I’m a big girl, and I can handle myself. I know what I’m doing, and I’m very capable of going there alone, and you know it!” You said exasperated because your oldest brother still treated you like a little child. You were now 25, far from a kid, but Dean refused to acknowledge that. And you were getting more and more pissed at him for that.

“Why do you have the need to go on a hunt alone? I’m aware that you’re one of the best in the game Y/N, but I’d feel better if you just waited after the vampire hunt that Sammy and I have in our schedules.”

You rolled your eyes and huffed out a breath. Your brother could be so frustrating it was surprising that you or Sam haven’t killed him yet. “It’s just an artefact retrieval, Dean. It’s an easy job for me, c’mon. You and Sam can take on the vampires, I’ll retreat the dagger, and maybe we all can rest for a bit before something new comes up.”

Dean seemed to be thinking, and just this little act gave you hope. Dean was usually the guy to dismiss everything without even a thought, so just the fact that he was willing to give this a little time was making you giddy.

It was not that you didn’t like to hunt with your brothers, you loved them both unconditionally. It was more that you could use some alone time. Spending your whole life on the road with your brothers could be fun, but it was also getting a little tiring. Dean wouldn’t let you drive even if it had to kill him. He also wouldn’t change up the music in the car, despite yours and Sam’s loud protests. And Sammy… he was sweet, and all, but Dean was right in one thing, Sam was gassy as hell.

So yeah, you could use some time just by yourself, listening to the music you liked, and not having to share a room with the two snoring idiots.

Dean sighed, and you came back to reality. You painted a pretty picture in your head, and you just hope your brother wouldn’t destroy it.

“Fine! But if anything happens, you call us, or Jody. If you feel like something else might be going down, if it’s not just simple retrieval, you call us. If some other hunters appear, you call us. If-“

“If I see a falling star, I call you, yeah I got it, Dean. I promise I’ll be fine. I’m just getting the blade, and I’m coming back home. I think I could be home in 5 days if everything goes according to plan. I’ll call you from the road and when I got there and then every time I’m not sure about something, or I just feel like it. I’ll be fine, Dean, I’ve been doing it long enough to be able to get one fucking blade.”

Dean smirked at you and pulled you into a bear hug. “I just don’t want to lose you Y/N, that’s all. Please, be careful.”

You kissed his cheek and patted his shoulder. “I will, I promise. But you two as well, ok? I’m not gonna have the time to pull your sorry asses out of trouble when I’m across the whole country.”

Dean rolled his eyes, but the little smile playing on his lips told you that he wasn’t taking you too seriously.

You separated from him and all but ran to your room to get your bags before Dean changed his mind. You only took the essentials, said a quick bye to Sam, who was happy for you that Dean allowed you to have a solo-mission. You also took your notes, trying to get all the information about Azrael’s blade into you.

You were studying it for months now, it being one of the few weapons being able to hurt all celestial beings. You and your brothers hoped that it included Chuck and were determined to find out. It constituted of three parts, and without you even knowing it, you already had one of them with you. The part which was giving it life, looking like a belt buckle. So now two parts remained to get. The actual sword and the key connecting the two parts. You knew that the last part would be the most difficult to get, but you’d cross the bridge when you come to it.

You found traces of the blade in New York City. Weird murders were reported and looking more into it, you and your brothers realised that it could have been the blade. All you needed to do was not to grab it by your bare hands, and you should be ok. Hopefully.

—-

You checked your phone again, trying to see if you got the address right. It was an abandoned warehouse in Brooklyn, a really shady looking place, and you weren’t too eager to enter. But you had no other choice. You had to prove to Dean and yourself that you could do this on your own. That you were strong and independent to go on solo hunts when you needed the space. So you sighed, braced yourself and walked towards the building.

Walking in, you tried to be careful, gun in one hand and a light in the other, trodding through the building. You could hear muffled voices from a room in front of you, and you didn’t waste a second. If there were people in the room, and they found the blade, many people could get in harm’s way. And you wanted to avoid that, if possible.

Kicking in the door, you stared at the unlikely image in front of you. In the dark room, which seemed to have served as some kind of an office before, three Avengers were facing you. Steve Rogers, aka Captain America himself, Sam Wilson, the Falcon, and Bucky Barnes, the famous Winter Soldier. You knew them from the newspaper and the television, never thinking you would actually meet them.

While these men fought the aliens and such creatures, you tried to protect the Earth from its own monsters. You knew that the Avengers encountered a few vampires and werewolves, telling the wide audience about it, which you and your brothers were actually glad they did. Maybe people would be more careful now that it came from the Earth’s mightiest protectors.

You snapped back to reality when a vicious growl left Bucky’s lips. Your eyes found the blade in his hands, gripping it tightly and the bloodlust it called for visible in his blue eyes. You cursed under your breath and made your way toward him. Captain and the Falcon would probably stop you, had they not been occupied by their friend, who was now attacking them.

While they were busy fighting, you sneaked behind Bucky’s back. He was too busy with trying to kill his pals that he didn’t see you coming, and when you jumped on his back and kicked his arm with all your strength, making him drop the blade, he grunted, surprised.

As if a fog was lifted off his brain, Bucky realised where he was and what was going on. Did he really try to kill Steve and Sam just because they made fun of him in the car? They did things far worse than that on a daily basis, and he never lusted for their blood as much as he did a few moments ago. He also realised that there was another person in the room, and the person was currently getting off his back.

“Well, now that that’s out of the way, I’ll handle this devilish little thing, gentlemen.” You said and made your way towards the blade, but a hand on your shoulder stopped you.

“Who are you, and what is this thing?” It was Sam, holding you with his brows cocked, a perplexed look painted on his face.

“Right. I’m sorry. My name is Y/N Winchester, and I came here for this sword. It’s called the Azrael’s blade, and when misused, it turns the smallest grudge into a bloodlust. And I’m here to take it to safety.”

The three of them cringed and looked at the blade and then back at you. “A what blade? And how do you know about it? This something they teach at schools now or what?” Bucky’s eyes looked like they would fall out of their sockets.

You chuckled and shook your head, all while you put on the special gloves that Cas made for you before you went. You lifted the blade and looked at it from up close, seeing the beautiful simple handle, imagining the embroiled “belt buckle” that was already sitting in the bunker’s storage.

“I’m a hunter, you see? While you take care of Thanos, and shit, I take care of ghosts, vampires, ghouls, and others. And this little guy is one of the few weapons being able to destroy celestial beings, and we could use that right now.”

The boys obviously didn’t “see”, and they kept asking you question after question, trying to get to the bottom of the thing. It was especially Bucky, getting closer and closer to you, until he stood mere inches from you, still listening intently about what you had to say about your job. He was so intrigued he didn’t even recognise when Steve and Sam left eh building, telling him that they’d wait for him at the compound.

You smiled at him, being mesmerised by his whole being. His tall, broody figure called for something deep inside you, but you knew all too well that with your chosen life, and probably even with Bucky’s it would be almost irresponsible to start something you wouldn’t be able to finish.

But when he asked you to go and get a drink with him, you couldn’t refuse.

“So, tell me. Why would you do something so dangerous willingly?” Bucky asked, nursing a beer in his hand. You laughed at him, and when he gave you a confused look, it made you laugh even harder.

“You’re asking me this? Aren’t you doing the exact same thing, just fighting different monsters? I can’t stay away when I know what things roam this planet. I like it enough to want to stay here for a little longer.”

Bucky nodded and kept watching the beverage in his metal hand. He knew you were right, what he really wanted to ask was why a beautiful girl like you was doing fighting gruesome monsters. But he didn’t want to see too forthcoming. So he kept to himself.

“So, why do you still fight the battles which don’t have to be yours any longer?”

He smiled sadly and scooted a little closer to you so that the two of you could have a private conversation in the crowded bar.

“I guess the same thing as you, Y/N. And besides, I’m not good at anything else but being a soldier.”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, Bucky. I bet that if you wanted, you could do pretty much anything. But I get it. I’m not sure that even if I wanted to, I would be able to choose a different path in my life. We’re exactly where we’re supposed to be,” you said with a smile and bumped into him with your shoulder.

Bucky looked down at you, with sparkles in his eyes. You were the first woman he’s felt comfortable with ever since he woke up from the nightmare he called his previous life. You had some kind of light in you, something he wasn’t able to ignore as easily as he would like to. And the more he thought about, the less he wanted to ignore the chemistry between the two of you.

He realised there has been silence for a bit too long, but also that he wanted it to last a little longer. He bowed down slightly, to be on your level, and when your eyes glanced at his lips and lingered there, he knew you felt the same thing he did.

He closed the space between you and kissed you with all he had. It took your breath away, and you never wanted it to stop. His lips were so soft and plump and felt like literal heaven, or, at least, what you imagined heaven felt like.

Bucky’s hand found its way to your cheek, caressing it in the process, igniting a little fire wherever his skin touched yours. But like all good things, even this must have ended.

You pulled away, panting heavily, your gaze clouded with burning desire. But you needed to stop your thoughts before you went down the road there was no escaping from. You needed to get away from there before you dug an even deeper hole for yourself and your heart. You excused yourself, telling Bucky that you needed to use the restroom.

You felt horrible for doing it, but you weren’t the one-night type of girl, and you couldn’t let yourself fall in love with this famous soldier. Because from what your heart and brain have been telling you the whole night, it wouldn’t be difficult to catch feelings.

You looked at him from the door to the restroom, seeing the smile on his lips and hating yourself even more. But it needed to be done. For both your sakes. You slid into the room and looked at the window at the top left corner. It would be a narrow fit, but you could do that. Your heart gave a painful squeeze knowing what you were leaving behind.

—-

It’s been three months since you ran away from Bucky. That night, he thought you were kidnapped, or something, but the later it got, the more he realised that you probably just ran away from him. Did he say something? Did he do something? Was the kiss too much? Wasn’t it enough? His mind was whirling and the time spent apart from you was doing nothing in soothing his pain.

He liked you. He really really did. And he had the feeling you reciprocated it all. So why would you suddenly disappear?

While thinking about you, he tried to get to the bottom of your job. A hunter. He’s never even heard of anyone like that, and he’s been travelling the Earth left and right. From what you said, he got that it was an insanely important job, protecting people just like he did. But while he did all that was in his power to stop mostly inhumane forces coming here from outer space, or some human scumbags (*cough cough hydra*), you were struggling with something much more unnatural. Almost, supernatural.

He searched the internet, finding cases which you told him about, and getting more mesmerised by you by the second. He needed to find you. You were one of a kind, and he would not waste such an opportunity. Bucky wanted to be happy, searched for happiness ever since Hydra released its claws from him, but until now, he couldn’t find it. And when he finally did, he wasn’t gonna give it up that easily.

Bucky knew himself and knew that if he was good at something, it was tracing and hunting people down. If he thought of you as his next mission, things would be easier, and he could find you that much faster. Which is precisely what he did.

—-

You were lounging in the library, trying to figure out where the last part of Azrael’s blade could be. Whenever you thought about the damn blade, your mind wandered to one specific person, and every time you tried to shut it down. Even though it’s been almost 4 months, you still couldn’t forget about him. The icy blue eyes were the one thing keeping you from relaxing sleep, always appearing in front of you, relentless in their effort to give you as many restless nights as they could.

You still remembered the feeling of his lips on yours, touching your lips unconsciously as your mind went back to your happy place. Gosh! You met the guy once, and he was your happy place? Ugh, get a grip, Y/N! He’s just another guy!

But the little nagging voice at the back of your head told you that he could have been so much more, have you given him the chance to prove it.

Your brothers could see the slight change in you, being much more fidgety and restless ever since your solo trip to New York. They tried not to comment on it, knowing that your temper could get the better of you and things would be flying. But they were worried, you could see that much in their eyes.

Your eyes were roaming the pages of an ancient book sitting comfortably in your lap when you heard a loud banging from the “front door”. It startled you so much that the book fell to the ground with a loud thud. You cursed the whole universe and your brothers for going on a supply run, while somebody was out there, trying to get inside.

You looked at the cameras that were outside and a breath hitched in your throat. Bucky.

You cautiously went to the door, and when you quickly opened them, you poured holy water on Bucky. When you saw that it didn’t burn him (so, no demon), you threw salt at him, which was also not working (no ghost, then). Just in case, you put a silver spoon against the hand that was now getting rid of the salt on his outfit, and when it didn’t burn him (no shifter or a werewolf), you let all of the things go, just standing there, gaping at him.

“You done or do you want to stab me and see if I bleed red, just in case?” Bucky said with a smirk. Thanks to his research, he knew why you did all of the things. And he even expected them, just no without a hello from you and didn’t expect the holy water to be splashed right into his face.

“‘M, sorry. One can never be too careful. What are you doing here, Bucky? Or better yet, how the hell did you find this place?” You stepped away from the door, letting him in your home.

“I’ve been doing this for so long, doll, I can find anyone. One little hunter and her two huge brothers are an easy job for me. Now, to the more pressing question. Why did you leave that night, without even saying goodbye?”

He looked genuinely sad and disappointed, and it made your heart sank even lower. You never meant to hurt him, but you never realised that by trying to avoid your own heartbreak, people could get hurt.

“That’s what we do, you know? I’m not really good at saying goodbyes, and I’m not sure that if I tried, I wouldn’t want to leave ever again. And so I left while I could. I’m sorry,” you said, looking at the floor, finding it suddenly extremely interesting.

Bucky sighed and reached for your chin, lifting it up till you were looking at him.

“I get it. I really do. But I need you to promise me not to do it again. I know that you’re feeling the things I’m feeling, I can see it in your eyes. Let’s try it together, let’s give this, whatever it is, a shot. I think we both deserve to be happy and for me? I don’t think I could be happy with anyone else.”

You tried to find any sign of lying behind his eyes, try to find that he was just joking and he would leave you, just like everyone except your brothers did. But you couldn’t find any of that. His eyes were honest and full of warmth, and you felt yourself getting lost in them.

It wasn’t until his lips touched yours again that you knew exactly what you needed to do.

You pulled away, and Bucky looked at you, shocked and scared. He probably thought he misread some signs and that this wasn’t what you wanted. But when you gave him the sweetest smile, his worries melted away. And so did yours. For the first time in your life, you felt like you had a real choice, and there was no doubt in your mind that the choice you were making was the right one.

“Let’s do this!”

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The Five Year Promise: The Aftermath (7/10)

Summary: Y/N Stark, a 20 year old, makes a promise with Peter, a 16 year old, that if five years pass, and they still haven’t found love, they’d go on their first date. Then the snap happens. Y/N is gone. Peter isn’t.

Warning: angst, mentions of drugs and alcohol, NSFW, swearing

A/N: this is my interpretation of how Peter will be if this had happened to him. Also, I hope you guys like this shitty edit I did of 2023 Peter 😂😂😂

The Five Year Promise Masterlist

During Avengers: Endgame (2023)

Five Years Later

Peter heard nothing but murmurs in Spanish and the sound of money being counted. He stood up in the roof and watched from the window, listening in with his Spider-Hearing. The night was humid, and Peter almost regretted wearing the Black coat around his noir suit.

He wore a beanie over his head with two holes near where his eyes were and a hat on top. His beard prickled against the material of the beanie. He watched as someone rolled in with a carriage filled with what he assumed was cocaine.

‘They don’t deserve to live,’ Peter thought, as he watched the men laugh, smoking illicit substances. He looked around to see if anyone else was around. When he made sure the coast was clear, he webbed himself over to the men, who got up from the sudden sound.

The men looked over to Peter, their face filling up with fear. They knew him. They heard the rumours. The man who killed others without mercy. The ‘Baba Yaga’ they called him, the man who came out of the night to kill. The man who donned a black coat and a hat. They all knew him too well.

The men then shakingly pulled out their gun ready to shoot him before Peter webbed them up. They were now stuck on the wall, fearing for their life. One of the men even let out a tear as Peter chuckled at them, taking a gun out from underneath his coat.

“P-please. I- I do this for them- the drugs- it’s- money has been hard lately-“ one of the man stuttered as Peter twirled the gun around his fingers, circling around the men as he watched them beg for their life. “Please, no, I have a family and a lover.”

Peter stalked over to them slowly, like a lion and its prey. The man begun shaking violently as the infamous man he had heard about walked over to him, pointing to cool metal towards his head. Peter had tilted his head, as he spoke the next words menacingly.

“So did I.”

Multiple bangs were heard before all the bodies of men hung from the web. The web was turning red as blood seeped from their bodies and towards Peter’s feet. He then wiped the gun with the pocket square in his coat before chucking it near the men’s feet. Lifting up the collar of his coat, Peter walked out of the cartel and into the streets of Mexico, deseperate to find a bar and drink himself to oblivion.

He takes off his mask and buttons up his coat to hide his suit, before lighting up a cigarette and placing it between his lips. Walking inside the bar, he orders 3 pints of beer, drinking it like it was water. Peter liked the way it tasted. How it made him feel. How it made him forget everything. He would be lying if he said he didn’t have a drinking problem. How could he not? Five years ago, he had lost everything. He then looked over at the watch you had given him.

2 hours, 32 mins and 5 secs.

He let out a scoff, before drinking another pint of beer, the bartender looking at him like he was crazy. Peter thought he used to be so naive, so naive to think you guys would actually go on a date. But now, he wasn’t naive. He knew how harsh the world was. And in a harsh world, you have to stand your ground.

Peter looks around until he spots a girl who smirks at him and gives him a little wave before giggling. He had noticed how she had the same colour hair as you, same colour eyes. She looked somewhat like you. But you were unique, you were too beautiful to have a doppelgänger. But the girl looked like a cousin maybe.

Peter smirked, and took another swig of the beer before placing it down. He then gave the bartender the money before walking over to the girl. He then threw his cigarette on the floor, stepping on it before nodding to the girl to follow him.

This happened everyday for Peter. It was an endless cycle. You were gone, May was gone, Ned was gone and he had cut ties with all the Avengers, including Tony who had desperately tried to stay in contact with him.

Everyday, Peter would go out murdering people who he thought didn’t deserve to live. Who he thought were villains and deserved to die in the decimation. Then he went up to the bar, drank till he saw the stars, then took the girl that resembled you the most to a motel.

The girl giggled as Peter walked her up the stairs of the motel. Peter was emotionless, as he pushed her against the wall, kissing her with no remorse. He then picked her up and chucked her on the bed before he sat down on the chair near the bed, unbuckling his pants.

“Suck,” he commanded in his now gruff and deep voice. The girl giggles, crawling over to him and placing her mouth around his member. Peter sharply inhaled as he held her hair into a ponytail, watching her go down on him.

She was teasing him, and that frustrated the man. So he grabbed her head and forced her down his cock, making her gag. The girl obliged and continued moving up and down his member. Before he could cum, he moved her head to the side and chucked her onto the bed.

He placed a condom on whilst the girl let out a cringey giggle, making Peter frustrated at her supposedly ‘dumb girl’ persona. “Shut the fuck up and be quiet.”

The girl went quiet but still smiled, looking like she was having the time of her life. Peter pushed her back before he thrusted into the girl with all his power, making the girl scream. Peter kept going, too drunk to think about anything. He looked over to the girl and for a secound he saw you. He saw your eyes looking back at him.

“Y/N,” he moaned, too drunk to care or understand what was going on. The girl also didn’t respond to the name, enjoying it too much to let him stop. He then looked over to his watch.

24 minutes and 43 secound.

After all was done, he kicked the girl out, not bothering to find out her name. He then grabbed a bottle a beer from the fridge and opened it. He looked around the dump that was his motel for the night and sighed, lying back on his bed.

Peter had given up on school, on university and on the ‘simple life’. He didn’t want neither of that. Because if you or Ned didn’t get to experience that, why should he?

He then looked at his watch that ticked away slowly on his wrist. One that you gave him and he couldn’t find himself to throw away.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1

The watch beeped. Peter stared at it, his jaw clenched. The sound from the watch was like a little taunt, like it was reminding him of what could’ve been. He bit his bottom lip before picking up the bottle of beer and chucking it against the wall as it shattered against the wall. He then picked up the chair, also chucking it against the wall and breaking in half.

“Fuck!” Peter yelled, punching the wall with his fist. His knuckles bled but he kept going. “I was fucking close! I was so fucking close!”

Peter put his hands on his hips, looking at the mess he created around him, the numerous bottles of beers around him, the knives and guns he had bought and a random female’s bra near his bed.

“I was so fucking close,” Peter whispered, his tongue against the inside of his cheek as tiredness finally caught up to him.

-

Tony let out a sigh, standing in the middle of the lab that you used to work in. Today, it was supposed to be your 26th birthday. So every year, since you were gone, Tony would go in the lab and just look around. He had demanded the Avengers not to touch anything. To leave everything as it was the moment you guys left.

There was the birthday hat on the table from your 21st birthday. A bunch of multicoloured pens around left lying around the table. Everything was as you left it, not an speck out of place.

Tony walked over to the chair, scared to sit on it. He didn’t want to move it. He didn’t want to move anything. But it was time. Pepper told him it was time, as her and Morgan stood near the door watching him. Tony shook his head before sitting on the chair. “Come here Morgan.”

Morgan ran over to him, sitting on his lap. Tony then proceeded to play with her hair, brushing his fingers along it. “This is where your big sister used to sit and make cool things.”

“When do I get to meet her daddy?” Morgan pleaded for maybe to thousandth time these couple of years, desperate to meet her older sister that her father wouldn’t stop talking about.

“She- she’s busy right now,” Tony’s face faltered for a secound, his eyes meeting Pepper’s. She gave him an encouraging smile, telling him that he was doing well. Because for the past five years, Tony had it hard. But thankfully for him, he had Pepper. She helped him see a psychiatrist. She helped him out of bed and eat food. Made him find a purpose again.

“Okay,” Morgan spoke, her head falling in disappointment. She then looked over the table, opening a draw from a table.

“Morgan no!” Tony yelled at her, not wanting her to open or move anything. He got Morgan off her lap, who ran to her mother, crying. “You can’t just touch things that aren’t yours, okay!”

Tony was livid, but stopped when he heard the sniffles of Morgan who was clinging on to the legs of her mother. Pepper gave Tony a smile before moving down to Morgan. “Hey Morg, how about we give Daddy some alone time yeah? He’s just cranky because someone ate the last Poptart.”

“W’okay,” Morgan mumbled as her bottom lip trembled, following her mother out of the room. Tony then sighed, angry at himself for making her upset, playing with the necklace that contained your ashes. He brushed his hair back before his eyes met the eyes of a red-headed women.

“Hey,” Natasha spoke, walking around before sitting on the table where you used to work, careful not to move anything. Tony nodded at her, biting the inside of his cheek. “How are you doing?”

“Well shit, but everyone keeps telling me to move on, that it’s been five years so,” Tony trailed off, not meeting Romanoff’s eyes. “So I came here, deciding its time to you know, open things up and actually put this room to use- but I guess I can’t do that yet.”

“No one’s telling you to move on Tony. You lost your daughter. Truth is, you will never move on,” Natasha spoke, carefully watching her friend of now 13 years let out a tear. She had never seen her friend cry, so this was new to her. “I don’t think I’ll ever move on either. But Tony, Y/N would have wanted us to go on with our lives, put it to good use, even if it’s small stuff like using this room again. Because if we don’t make good use of our lives, then Thanos should’ve killed all of us.”

Tony sniffed, quickly wiping his eye before other tears fell down. “Every time I look at Morgan, I see Y/N staring back at me. And every time Morgan speaks, I feel like it’s Y/N talking back at me. Like when Morgan tells me she loves me, it’s like Y/N is out there, saying those words. I-I just wish Y/N would have met her.”

“Yeah, me too,” Natasha nodded, grabbing his hand. Tony’s eyes wandered around the room before looking at the draw that Morgan opened, his eyes squinting. His hand moved away from Natasha’s as he moved closer to a paper that had your writing in their, grabbing it to read it.

He read the calculations that you had drew, standing up from his seat. Natasha also stood up, now curious. “What’s wrong?”

“F.R.I.D.A.Y, look alive,” Tony spoke, as a holographic computer came out. He then started playing around, adding numbers and equations, trying to figure out what you had written.

“Tony, what’s going on?” Natasha had asked, as she watched a concentrated Tony typing away rapidly on the screen, before the screen said ‘loading’.

“Y/N was trying to figure out why her suit healed her. It was pure accident, happened out of the blue when she was messing around with Quantum and nanotech, b-but this equation- I think she was testing to see if her suit was-“ he stopped when the words ‘SUCCESS” appeared. Tony fell back in his seat as his hand covered his mouth. His whole body was shaking as his heart started beating rapidly. “She- she didn’t know.“

He went quiet, unable to speak. Natasha shook her head, unable to understand what the equation was and why there was a circular-shaped machine now displayed on the screen. “She didn’t know what Tony?”

“That she discovered time travel.”

-

Peter washed the blood from his hands, the water turning a light pink before going down the sink. He turned off the tap, shaking his hands before drying them with a towel. He then took his suit off, chucking them in the washer. He then looked at himself in the mirror, the various tattoos and scars scattered around his body. His whole left and right arm was covered and so was his chest.

Peter wasn’t the scrawny kid he used to believe he was. No. He had bulked up completely. His whole appearance had changed too. He didn’t even shave his beared, leaving it to grow for a month or two before giving it a trim.

He sighed, walking over to the fridge of his new Motel in Cuba and grabbing a beer from the fridge, ready to drink himself to unconsciousness again. He had a tough day and needed to unwind.

Peter had taken down a sex trafficking ring here in Cuba, slaughtering all the men who were involved. One of them had been harder to kill, as he was enhanced. Turned out they were prepared, just in case the Baba Yaga came around just like he did to all criminals. He had received a few cuts and bruises but eventually had stabbed him multiple times, getting blood on his hands, clothes and even droplets near his face.

He cracked open the beer, ready to drink it before his hairs in his arm stood up, telling him someone was in the room. He put down the drink quietly, his hands moving slowly to grab the gun that he hid under the coffee table.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” He heard a familiar voice speak. He let out a scoff, shaking his head as his hand fell away from the gun and instead reached the now lukewarm beer on his coffee table.

“After five fucking years, the great Tony Stark decides to pay me a visit.”

“You didn’t make it easy,” Tony spoke, walking over to sit on the couch in front of him. It was now that Peter realised Tony had aged, white hairs prominent in his beard and and hair. Tony too was taken back by Peter’s new appearance. He almost didn’t recognise him. “You never answered my calls, emails-“

“Let’s cut the bullshit Tony, if you’d actually wanted to find me you would’ve done it ages ago,” Peter spat out, chugging the beer in one go. He then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“So I guess you’re not calling ‘Mr Stark’ anymore. Does that mean I don’t call you Spider-Man anymore, oh great Baba Yaga,” Tony replied back, as Peter’s face faltered for a secound before going back to his emotionless facade. “Yeah, didn’t think I’d know about that did you? Going around, killing people Pete that’s not you, you can’t just decide who lives or not.”

“He did,” Peter spoke back, rage in his eyes as he thought about the Titan. “He took away my Aunt, my best friend and the one girl I fell in love with.”

Tony’s face dropped when he heard that both his Aunt and best friend were gone. He didn’t know. “Peter, why didn’t you tell me?”

“It doesn’t matter now does it,” Peter spoke, clasping his hands together as he moved forward. “I did what I did to get through life and you did what you did. You’re free to leave if you have cleared your conscious by checking up on after all this time. Want to donate to me too? Since you do that to all your worries in life?”

“Peter you need help. You can’t just be murdering people who you think deserve to die and drink yourself to oblivion,” Tony urged him, trying to speak some sense into him. He then saw a female’s underwear near his bed, shaking his head at him. “And sleep with god knows how many women. Peter just- just come with us. We can get you help.”

“No, you can’t do that now. You’re late. Five years too late. I’m not the same Peter you think I am,” Peter spat out, before standing up and pointing towards the door. “Now if you’re done pretending to care, I really do strongly advise you leave.”

“Peter, there is one more thing I need to tell you,” Tony spoke, letting out a sigh as his face turned into one of seriousness. “But you need to sit down for this.”

Peter let out a scoff, before sitting down on the couch. He then looked at Tony like if this wasn’t important, that he was ready to kick him out.

“Y/N the suit she created, she thought it was a regenerating suit,” Tony begun, shaking his head as he stood up. Peter’s face scrunched up in anger and anguish at the mention of your name. “But that’s thing! It wasn’t!”

“Are you seriously here to talk to me about fucking suits?”

“No! Listen!” Tony interrupted him, as he paced around the room, waving his arms around. “It wasn’t a regeneration suit! I mean- it kinda was but that’s not the point! The suit didn’t heal wounds, it took it back in time to the point when she first put on the suit when she wasn’t wounded! She- she wrote this equation but before she tested it out, she was gone!”

“What are you talking about Tony?” Peter spoke, now too standing up. Tony was talking too fast and too much that it all sounded like a blur in his head.

“It means Y/N discovered Time Travel unintentionally,” Tony spoke, breathing in and out heavily from walking around the room too much. “And I didn’t know what to do until Scott Lang brought Pym Particles. Pete- it means we can travel back in time, before Thanos had the stones. Before he destroyed them. We can get everyone back Pete.”

Peter stood their in shock, not knowing what to do. He then let out a sigh, trying to hold back tears from welling in his eyes. He had been trying to forget what had happened, he had no hope left. And now Tony came in her and told him they had a chance. “Get out.”

“Pete-“

“I said get the fuck out!” Peter yelled furiously, his whole body shaking. Tony stood still, not moving an inch. He wasn’t going to leave Peter alone again, not this time.

“Peter, I know this is a tough subject for you,” Tony begun, slowly walking over to the Parker boy. “It’s a tough subject for me as well. I lost a daughter and I also lost you. But we owe it to everyone to try. Even if it’s now or in the next ten years, if there’s a little glimmer of chance, we have to take it. For Ned, May and especially for her.”

“You can’t do this. You can’t- you can’t just come here after five fucking years and tell me you’re gonna solve things! That everything is alright!” Peter spoke, his hands still shaking from the subject of the great titan. “You guys did that last time. You tried to kill him and it didn’t do anything because he had already got rid of the stones. Please- just leave me alone.”

“No,” Tony shook his head, looking Peter directly in the eyes. “I did that five years ago and look what happened to you. I’m not doing that again.”

Peter shook his head as he clenched his fists. Tony had wanted him to come back and fight, but he wasn’t the same person as he was before. “You don’t need me to do this.”

“What makes you think we don’t?”

“I’ve changed,” Peter mumbled, sitting back on his couch and playing with his hand, a habit he had when he was nervous or guilty. “I’ve killed. I use women. I’m an alcoholic, a smoker- fuck Tony sometimes I even use the drugs from the drug dealers that I kill.”

“Peter, you’re not the only one that’s changed,” Tony spoke, walking over to sit next to the Parker kid. “Thor has a drinking problem too. Clint, he was out murdering people who he thought didn’t deserve to live. I had a drinking problem too when my parents died. And I would’ve had a drinking problem if Pepper was around. No one judges you Pete. We’ve all done things we regret.”

“Even if we want to bring everyone back,” Peter looked down on the floor, shame for what he has become slowly creeping up at the mention of you and the face of his old mentor right in front of him. He didn’t realise what he had done was wrong until the past caught up to him. “She- she wouldn’t want me back. She told me to live my life, to find love and to look after you. She made me promise her. I’ve let her down. No one would look at me the same.”

“You had to do what you’ve done to get by. She’d understand,” Tony spoke, walking over to sit next to him on the couch. “Now we have to do what we got to do to bring them back. So are you in or not?”

Peter looked at Tony, at his old mentor, his once father figure. He then thought about you, his aunt and Ned. He’d do anything to get you guys back, even if it meant dying. It didn’t matter if you wouldn’t want him anymore because of what he’s become. Because he just wanted to hear your voice again. See you again.

“I’m in.”

-

It was night time at the Stark Cabin. Peter and Tony stood in the lab, as Tony was playing with the computer. He was looking at all the suits he had made for Peter, before coming across the Iron-Spider suit. He then pressed start, making nanoparticles move before forming the suit.

When it had been completed, Tony picked it up and handed it over to Peter. He gently picked it up, a weird feeling consuming his body. He hadn’t been Spider-Man for almost 4 years now. He had gone as Baba Yaga, wearing a black suit. It had been a while since he wore a red and blue suit.

“I don’t know about this,” Peter spoke, as he tried to put on the ironsuit. It moulded in his body, nanotech surrounding his body. He forgot the feeling of the cool metal, always used to the fabrics of cotton and leather of his noir suit that he’d been wearing for eternity.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Peter held his breath as flashbacks started to play in his mind. He gulped, seeing flashes of planet Titan, you and that eventful day.

“It hurts so much,” you sobbed as Peter held you before you fell on the floor. He watched as dust particles formed and reformed on your hands. It was like life was continuously being ripped and reformed from your body.

Peter wasn’t listening to what you were saying when you spoke to your father. He was only thinking about you. How he promised he wouldn’t let you die, but there you were, dying in his arms again. Then you had whispered his name and all his attention had been on you.

He remembered pleading you, no, begging you not to turn off your suit. That it was the only thing giving you life. But you were in too much pain. And it was only getting worse and worse. So, you told F.R.I.D.A.Y to turn it off and Peter had to watch your body collapse like a horror movie.

Peter shook his head, trying to get rid of the images in his head. He started breathing in and out heavily, his face getting hot and his heart beating rapidly. He looked at Tony whilst grabbing his own chest. “I-I can’t do this. I can’t, I’m sorry.”

“Peter, you can, okay?” Tony spoke, walking over to him, before grabbing his shoulder. “You just need to take a breath and remind yourself about what you’re doing and why.”

“I can’t okay! I was slowly moving on and then you put this suit on me and I saw her face staring right back at me!” Peter yelled, clenching his jaw before scratching his beard. “It was a mistake, I shouldn’t have come here.”

“But you did!” Tony replied back, as he put down the pencil he’d been using to tap on the holographic computer. “It means you want to do it. You want to bring everyone back.”

“I can’t if I’m going to have a panic attack every time I put on this suit-“

“Daddy!” A scream interrupted him as a girl ran towards Tony and hugged his legs. Tony then looked away from Peter, bringing his attention to his daughter. “Mommy told me to say goodnight.”

Peter started at her, unable to believe that Tony had another child. What made it also more shocking is her resemblance to you. It was like a miniature you was walking around and for a minute there, he couldn’t breath properly. This had also managed to stop his panic attack.

“Goodnight pumpkin,” Tony spoke, picking her up to kiss her head. Morgan then faced Peter, looking at him curiously. She looked at the various tattoos that was sprawled around his neck but couldn’t see the rest that was covered by his suit. He also had a beard so Morgan knew he was ‘old’.

“Daddy who’s that?”

Peter kept looking at her, unable to get his eyes off her. Her eyes had eyelashes that gave her a cat eye look, just like you had. She had also the same dimples and nose. The only difference was the fact that Morgan had Tony’s coloured eyes, which you didn’t, you got from your mother. “She- she looks like Y/N.”

Tony stayed quiet, knowing this had sparked something in Peter. Maybe all Peter needed was a reminder, a little kickstart, to get his head back in the game. Sure, five years was hell for Peter. But if there was something that was consistent about Peter no matter what happened in his life, it was his consistent urgency to fight.

“You know Y/N!” Morgan jumped out of her father’s grip and ran over to Peter, looking up at him excitedly. “Is she here!”

Peter smiled at her, looking at Tony before giving him a nod, telling him he was ready. He was ready to get his Aunt, Ned and you back. He was ready to give life another go. And if you didn’t give him a secound chance, it would be alright. As long you were back.

“She will be soon.”

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ironwoods tragic fall from grace

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When a hero becomes the villain, all hell breaks loose. Especially when the fallen hero is general of the Atlesian army.

The only thing that I noticed was that Ironwood has constantly grown a Beard as time passes. He's slowly decending towards from Hero to Villain as a "Fallen Hero" Catagory. James Ironwood WAS a good man, utterly dedicated to protecting his people. It was with the best of intentions that he charged down the path he’s taken... but you know what they say about good intentions.

I didn’t think his semblance was much of a factor into his decisions before Vol 7 but now as he’s become more unhinged every chapter, it’s becoming even more strikingly obvious that he’s become a slave to it. The fact that his semblance increases his resolve to go through with bargaining with Watts, willing to blow up Mantle just to save Atlas.

He's like the antithesis of Leonardo Lionheart

You know, this is a really good counter for all those people saying Ironwood is suffering character assassination. He's not. He's giving in to fear and letting his worst aspects take command.

I’m personally asking again why would the writers talk about something like Ironwood’s semblance outside the show when for the most part the majority of people only watches the show, that’s like how the Russo brothers (the writers and directors of Avengers Infinity War and Endgame) choose to answer the hows and why on Twitter when the majority of people are only watching the movies I personally love those movies but it also would’ve been nice to see those things get explained or talked about in the movies just like how it would be nice to at least mention Ironwood’s semblance in the show

Honestly, I love what they're doing with Ironwood. His slow, inexorable descent into extremism is a wonderful exploration of how an idealistic person who believes themself to be the hero can tumble into villainy without trusting others to keep them grounded. It's the very real problem of the philosophy of "The ends justify these particular means;" if you can justify one morally gray decision to achieve a good goal, it gets easier to justify the next, darker gray decision. Without someone outside to call you on your bullshit, you're eventually justifying genocide because it will be for the "greater good."

Ironwood is literally the Darth Vader of RWBY. He starts of as a respectable character, commanding his own army for the good of all. But he gives in to all of his fears, looses a limb or 2, and slowly turns misguidedly evil, willing to kill ANYONE who stands in his way.

I've said before that Team Rwby is a foil to the Headmasters. Ruby keeping secrets like Oz, Leo/Blake, the faunus who ran away when things got hard, and Ironwood's parallel is Yang.

Not just obvious stuff, like both having metal arms. But both of their semblances are double edged sword. Yang get stronger taking damage, but if she leans on it too much, an enemy that takes one hit just destroys her since she can't fight back. Volume 4 has her training with Taiyang to correct this flaw in her thinking, leading to her overcoming Adam in her rematch in V6.

Ironwood's semblance can be incredibly powerful. Just off the top of my head, he basically no sells the Apathy, which is an incredibly dangerous Grimm in a group with other, stronger Grimm. But it has downsides, and we're seeing it. The correct way to use it is after you've made a choice, to focus on the task at hand. But making large choices while under the semblance is not smart. He's too focused on one action to see others that have opened. Atlas has to be raised, because that's what he's already decided to do. The idea that they've made contact with the world and reinforcements might be coming never entered his mind. Similarly, he's so focused on forcing Penny to heel that he's not seeing he has a chance to have her come willingly by aiding in Mantle's rescue.

He's so focused on winning this one battle (Having Penny raise the city to escape Salem immediately) that's he's making choices to doom the larger war (defending the kingdom's people, defeating Salem, reuniting the world).

He clearly knows that it isn't smart to rely on it this way, since he's shown the ability to take criticism and adjust his thinking in Volume 7 (Nora would've been Slate'd if he couldn't). But the combination of Yang/Blake going behind his back to tell Robyn, Ruby/Oscar not telling him the truth, Qrow seemingly killing Clover, and, right when he thought that he'd saved everyone, the idea that every single thing he's done might've been exactly what Salem wanted has fairly understandably shaken his faith in the others around him. He can't rely on them to rein him in, he has to do that... which is exactly the problem with his semblance. If the only person who can stop you is yourself, and you're convinced you're always right, you've doomed yourself.

I'm assuming that he could probably be talked down by Glynda or potentially Oz or Qrow (fat chance of that one) if they can break his aura, but as it stands, unless someone beats him down, he's not going to be able to stop himself.

With Ironwood I am reminded of a very profound quote from CS Lewis, that I feel summarizes him very well: "Of all tyrannies, a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It would be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron’s cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be satiated; but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end for they do so with the approval of their own conscience. They may be more likely to go to Heaven yet at the same time likelier to make a Hell of earth. This very kindness stings with intolerable insult. To be “cured” against one’s will and cured of states which we may not regard as disease is to be put on a level of those who have not yet reached the age of reason or those who never will; to be classed with infants, imbeciles, and domestic animals."Show less

Dude Ironwood didn't have a problem with trusting people and didn't have a mentality of not being able to trust people. He trusted to much and trusted people who both betrayed his trust (Yang/Blake) and didn't reciprocate the trust he gave them (Ruby and the rest of the main cast). Honestly, he would have been perfectly right to have immediately put the relic of knowledge into the vault at the start of v7 and then send the students on their way and have nothing more to do with them.

Ironwood saw Atlas and his fleet as a way to inspire hope. It's ironic that his plan was one of lifting them up so high that nobody would ever be able to see them anymore.

My only criticism with Ironwood is that I really really wish his semblance was brought up in the show. Are they ever going to bring it up? I absolutely LOVE how he has been written and watching his tragic descent into becoming a villain but having his semblance mentioned in show would be great. Is someone going to have to break his aura or something before he or someone else mentions it?

In a way he is. His semblance is a double edge sword, as someone in Ironwood's position is all about making calls. Ironwood was able to climb through the ranks because his semblance allowed him to follow through with his actions to save people (I also still wonder what happend to halve of his body as he already had a metal leg and arm in volume 2, we can asume the paladin project, but some confirmation would be wonderfull). Now he's following through on his words agains Salem, that Ironwood isn't going to let Salem take the relic of creation. Ironwood essentially only has this thought he is focused on and is disregarding everything else. Right now Salem is piecing herself together again and Penny is going to the vault, if Ironwood semblance of Mettle wasn't interfering he would be able to see the bigger picture of let Penny open the vault, take out the staff of cration and chuck whatever goop Salem is right now with the bit of land she is piecing herself on right now and throw that into the vault and close it for good by blocking off the entrance with concrete. Voila. Ironwood doesn't notice at this point his actions as he even thought councilman Slate, who was asking Ironwood to explain his action got put down by Ironwood himself. Same for Marrow later on, but Winter was able to step in. Ironwood needs to be saved from this mindset and I think the team up of Qrow and Robyn (also who ever was on the elevator, I think it was Winter and Marrow as Winter was taking him away to be put in jail) could save Ironwood to the point of breaking his aura that way the influence of Mettle will loosen.

Gonna be honest, I dislike the whole concept of his semblance and it being what's driving him to this is just dumb to me. I loved him as a character and this entire volume feels like every bit that made him an interesting character has been ripped away. It's likely just me, but prior to Oscar using the built-up magic to beat Salem it felt like they had painted themselves into a corner. Either Ironwood was proven right that some sacrifices had to be made for the good of the people, or Salem was going to be beaten and even if she can come back, she no longer feels like a huge threat to me. I loved Ironwood in volume seven and many of team RWBY's choices have infuriated me for how contrived and stupid they manage to be while also contradicting themselves so easily. To be frank, I feel like his semblance was just an excuse for this utterly stupid character assassination they're trying to justify.Show less

I kind of feel like the writers 'forced' Ironwood to become a villain. Some of his decisions just don't make sense.

[lenalee-academy]

Shadow of Despair

Fandom: Avengers  

Count: 3471 

Warnings: Graphic Whump / ANGST 

Rating: M (for whump and language)

Summary:  What if despair had a name and liked to eat your nightmares for breakfast? The Avengers are out on a routine mission when despair comes calling, and it sets its sight on our favorite genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist. As the team rallies to rescue their friend, they are brought face to face with the fact that they don’t really know Tony at all. 

PROLOGUE

"There's a new world comin', and it's just around the bend. There's a new world comin', this one's comin' to an end."    - Cass Elliot

Iilk was hungry.

As one of the lesser Rake he didn't often have the opportunity for a meal.

Scraps.

That's what was left for him by the time the others cleared out. That's why he was lurking in the shadows, watching the Elders split dimensions. It had taken him quite a while to learn that the key was timing. While the Elders did the work of opening dimensions he bided his time and energy. If he was fast enough there was a chance he could pass through the opening before the others could swarm it.

He'd probably only get a few good tastes before he was pulled away by a stronger, more aged Rake, but that was okay. Even just a few sips of the good stuff would be able to keep Iilk energized enough to vie for a decent place in line instead of dead last.

As the rift grew longer he focused his attention on the tear, counting down the seconds until it showed the smallest opening, and then he dashed through the hole that was too small for the strongest Rake to fit in, but just wide enough for the starved Iilk to slip through.

His success was short lived as he careened through a time lord who looked surprised and rather angry before doing something that began to reverse the rift Iilk had come through, much to the surprised and angry cries of his people on the other side.

"Wong." The time lord hissed, his focus unable to split between the rogue Rake and closing the rift.

"Got it." This Wong stated, hands moving ominacly. But Iilk didn't wait to find out what that meant for him. He hurled himself in the direction of away, hearing the startled yell of the gatekeepers behind him and refusing to look back and see how close they were to catching up to him.

Slipping into shadows and spreading himself thin enough to dematerialize, he evaded them all, quickly navigating the in-between. Ahead was a doorway with another rift leading to a dim and desolate place. Iilk slipped silently through, using the cover of darkness to slink across the barren wasteland.

And even through his dire predicament of being chased by a time lord and the fear of being caught, there was also a growing wonder, and even joy, at the realization that he now had an entire world, a veritable banquet of uncontested entrees at his fingertips.

And Iilk was hungry.

Tony Stark was starving.

He supposed working four days straight in the workshop would do that. His stomach growled again, echoing loudly within his suit.

"Anything Stark?" came the Captain's inquiry like clockwork.

"Beta quadrant clear." he said, doing one last scan, verifying that his report was still correct. "Moving on to Charlie."

"Roger that."

He'd only been 'retired' for a few months and already he had missed this. The feeling of teamwork and purpose as they all worked towards a specific goal. Sure, technically he was still inactive and not authorized or even encouraged to do anything but the aerial scans they needed but still, it was nice.

"Hey guys, whaddya say we stop for a little curry after this?" he asked, circling back around the city towards the point of origin, where the disturbance was first logged on SHIELD's radar. "I'm feeling a bit peckish."

"Stark." The Captain warned.

"What? You don't like Indian?"

"I could go for some naan bread," Bruce chimed in from the research truck where he was currently collecting data on the anomaly and using Stark's scans to better pinpoint the current location of the disturbance. Whatever this thing was, it was proving evasive to say the least. "I know this great little spot in Kolkata."

"It's on." Tony agreed. "Gotta branch out sometime, Cap. You'll love it. Comes with a kick."

"Guys," came the Captain's voice, strained with annoyance. It only made Tony smile. Sometimes America's greatest hero was too easy.

"Mmmm," Stark hummed. "Just the thought of butter chicken is making my mouth water. Nat, Clint?"

"Gonna have to pass on this one Stark." Clint chimed in. "Last time I had curry I shit fire for a week."

Tony's mirth rang through the comms and was documented by the blip in altitude as he dropped a few inches.

"Guys can we focus please," came the clipped tones of the Captain. "Natasha, what have you learned from the village. Any more victims?"

"Negative. The three victims didn't have much in common. None of the individuals who've been affected have gotten worse in the last 24 hours, however there is one common denominator. All of the victims have been experiencing night and day terrors."

"Terrors? What, like nightmares?" Clint asked.

"That mean anything to you, Banner?" The Captain redirected.

"No, not yet, but I'll plug the data into the search matrix, see if I can find a pattern. If you could find out when and where the terrors started it would be helpful."

"On it."

The comms fell silent again as Tony began sweeping the next quadrant. His mind forgot his hunger as it strayed back to his current obsession, Peter Parker's suit. Originally there'd only been a few dozen web-shooting options that he'd planned to integrate into a suit for the spider kid he'd met a few weeks ago. It wasn't his fault that several hundred more options had come to him since then. He'd meant to at least cut them down, but then he wanted this suit to be the safest thing the kid ever wore, and everytime he eliminated one he would suddenly think of a scenario where only that option would save the kid's life.

In the end he ended up incorporating all of them, which meant the original tech intended for the suit was insufficient. The sheer amount of options required the processing ability of higher level thinking. And so Tony had spent the last four days creating another AI. The kid would need assistance growing into the suit. Some tutorials perhaps. Maybe just a couple of training wheels to get him started.

"FRIDAY, remind me to set up a training wheels protocol for the Spiderling." he instructed, eyes still scanning the incoming stream of data. Something was off in the topography he hadn't caught before.

"You got it, boss."

"And while you're at it enable the GPR will ya?"

"On it."

"Thanks darlin."

Tony pulled to a stop as he read the data, turning to rescan the area around him. His lips spread into a smirk as the anomaly he'd sensed blipped across his screen.

"Gotcha," he murmured. After pinpointing the most probable point of origin, he began to head towards it.

"Stark. You want to tell me why you're breaking formation?" The Captain asked.

"You bet your patriotic socks I do," he said happily. "Looks like our mystery guest might be utilizing the formidable facility underneath the city. Sending you the specs now, Brucey."

He landed on the outskirts of the city, his metal suit standing firm on the hard sand. Precision lasers cut a perfect circle through the dirt, and he smiled when the sands began pouring down before the large chuck in the middle fell through a hole with a loud thump a moment later.

"Knock, knock."

"Stark! Hold position. Wait for backup." Captain America ordered.

Tony thought about listening. He really did.

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[pulaasul]

Digimon  Adventure: Taichi and Yamato’s Last Adventure.

A Last Evolution Kizuna Review.

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Let’s continue my way of reviewing with dubbing the movie’s title in a way that completely summarizes what we saw. Like Avengers: Iron Grid for Endgame or Avengers: Thanos the Movie for Infinity War or even Ms. Marvel: Grand Theft Vers.

This time its

デジモンアドベンチャー LAST EVOLUTION 絆 -  Dejimon Adobenchā LAST EVOLUTION Kizuna ] Digimon Adventure: Last Evolution – Kizuna (Last Evolution – Bonds ).

I dub this movie as

[デジモンアドベンチャー :  太一 とヤマト の 最後のアドベンチャー - Dejimon adobenchā: Taichi to Yamato no saigo no adobenchā ] – Digimon  Adventure: Taichi and Yamato’s Last Adventure.

TL:DR – I love this movie for its pros but I have a lot of issues with this movie. I give this a 7.5/10 rating.

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 I guess, art style is as good as any to start the review for this animated movie. Frankly speaking, I did not like Digimon Adventure Tri’s art style. To me the art style looked like trying too hard for it to look modern with its weird angle shots and weird incorporation of rigid and angled lines.

The bolded outlines on every characters, especially during the digivolution sequences looked really jarring. It’s not deal breaking mind you, it just seemed like there was more focus on how to “modernize” the art style from the one used during Adventure 01’s first run.

Last Evolution Kizuna’s art style on the other hand was a neat blend between the 01-02 and Tri art styles with a dash of modernity and realism.

No oversized feet, head, and/or hands here folks.

Animation-wise. From what I have watched, I haven’t noticed any animation errors, like the derp face when characters are shown far from the supposed camera.

And there’s no jiggle physics.

So there’s that.

Plotwise…

Let’s see.

The movie is chuck-full of references from the first Digimon Movie, whether you saw the dubbed or original Japanese version. The very first scene we’re introduced to the Chosens was a Parrotmon appearing in the city and wreaking havoc in the immediate area.

That doesn’t mean that the ensuing battle didn’t cause destruction.

Angemon – Takeru – Angewomon – Hikari – Taichi and Agumon – Greymon – Garurumon – Yamato.

This was the order of how we were introduced to the Chosen Children and their Digimons.

This first scenes in the movie teases the viewers of what to expect in the whole movie

But…

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That never came to fruition.

The promotion of the movie teased the viewers of everyone’s involvement in the movie. The 02 kids being combined in one trailer, while the others having their separate trailers, implied that the 02 kids had minor roles or outright non-entities in the movie.

 Here’s the worst part.

Sora doesn’t want to battle. She did literally nothing (wasn’t even put into a coma)

Joe and Mimi are busy with their jobs and occupation.

Takeru had more involvement but he shared the same fate as Hikari, getting kidnapped and going into a coma.

You’d think that they were going to have some more focus in the movie considering they were the first human characters we see on screen.

While Koushiro did go into a coma, he had more involvement in how things went through as opposed to the other members of the original eight chosen children

Really, Sora was demoted to a few cameos in the movie while the others, barring Koushirou, had glorified cameos where they get to join the fight.

Why do you think I dubbed this movie as Taichi’s and Yamato’s Last Adventure? The focus of the plot is more on the two of them, like really, they are the only characters who were given a huge amount of screen time and development.

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The conflict was good on paper, it had potential. But man its execution was sloppy. I get the stagnation of life as people grow into adults, especially in the Japanese workspace. (Sacrifice literally everything for the sake of work, work and more work.)

But man it was really sloppy.

Agumon’s and Gabumon’s disappearance was nothing but tragedy for tragedy’s sake.

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Let’s get to the positive side of things.

I love the fact that both Taichi and Yamato were doing amateur detective work, which was how the 02 peepz got involved.

I love how involved the 02 cast in the movie were. We were introduced to them on a ramen date between Ken and Daisuke and Iori. (We all know Iori’s the third wheel in this :p) In fact I loved how they were on foreign soil using the Digital Gate loophole to bypass customs and embassies.

The ramen date happened in New York if I’m not mistaken.

I also love the irony of “Justice! Do Good! Future Lawyer” Iori was the one who used Armadimon to bypass the security system. 

I love the fact that while Yamato and Taichi were battling the tragic – I will save you – villain, the 02 kids were in the real world holding down the fort.

Granted that they were fighting in New York, they were still shown to fight the army of digimon, saving the younger chosen children.

I learned to love the movie despite its issues, but the issues are still there. They do hampered my enjoyment of the movie, but I learned to look at the silver lining and take what I can get.

But in media we consume, we should also look at them with a critical eye. We should critique it and not bash it.

There’s line that separates both.

With my grievances out of the way, here are my suggestions on how the movie should’ve been imo

Fair warning, that these suggestions don’t really change the plot we were given, but rather its sowing seeds for a potential sequel that could “fix”, for lack of better term, the plot threads in this movie, like the adults shouldn’t have Digimon bit 

(Really all I’m remembering is Persona: Trinity Soul’s BS of Adults can’t have a Persona.)

With the warning out of the way, here are my suggestions.

The opening should’ve showed the other Chosen Children that’s not Yamato, Taichi, Takeru and Hikari fighting Digimon in their immediate areas with Koushiro guiding them. While Sora is shown doing flower arrangements.

With Hikari’s and Takeru’s kidnapping, they should’ve showed us how they were captured, while I have no problems with the reveal of their kidnapping, I think it would’ve been dramatic had we were shown how they were captured then cut to Yamato and Taichi going to their respective siblings while on the phone with Koushiro who can be seen looking at the images of Takeru and Hikari tied up on a chair.

I would even suggest that the image be on one window while his Digimon work would be shown on another window to foreshadow the things to come.

For the 02 peepz. While I don’t have a single ounce of problem with their involvement. I think it could do better.

Daisuke sees a child very close to being captured he catapulted himself and got taken instead, resulting in his loss of consciousness, which made Paildramon fade slowly but surely. (The form the Digimon takes what form they were when they disappeared.). Ken tries to rush to Daisuke’s aid but Miyako holds him back. A shockwave forces her to let go of him and rush towards Daisuke, but gets captured in the process, which resulted in him losing consciousness and Paildramon fading away.

Cue Omegamon with Taichi and Yamato vs. Paildramon, brainwashed Daisuke and Ken and Eosmon.

Then the nostalgic whistle happens.

It’s not enough to snap Daisuke and Ken (considering they don’t know its significance unlike the Original 8 chosen) but it does snap the others back to reality.

Cue Digivolving to Ultimate (Lilimon, Zudomon, Magna Angemon, AlturKabuterimon and Angewomon.) They fight Paildramon, who they fought to standstill.

Meanwhile, Hikari and Takeru work on trying to snap both Daisuke and Ken out of their brainwashed states with minimal successes.

Daisuke flickers back and forth from his state but Ken is rooted firmly in his brainwashing.

Sooner or later Hikari and Takeru became successful in snapping both Ken and Daisuke from the stupor they were in and joins the fight against Eosmon.

They made quick work of the clones but are powerless against the golden Digivolved Eosmon, reverting back to their child forms.

Cue in the new forms of Agumon and Gabumon.

Gennai has sowed this seed when he met with Taichi. The scene where Agumon and Garurumon digivolved into those new forms, the rings bars on their digivices should’ve been added. It showed that both Taichi and Yamato still had room to grow and don’t stagnate.

The scene cuts to Sora, hugging Biyomon while clutching her Digivice showing only one bar.

They won the fight.

As soon as the last of the memories were shown, we cut back to Sora crying as the last bits of Biyomon’s data disappeared.

Cut back to the fight, as Yamato and Taichi uses their digivices towards the villain, and that act subtracts the circular bars on their digivices to one bar.

The end scene happens, with Daisuke and Ken waking up from the streets, while the others wake up on their hospital beds.

The ending goes the same, but a credit scene shows an OG broken digivice glowing.

Overall, I give the movie a 7.5 rating, considering my grievances towards the movie. Don’t get me wrong, I like the movie, but there were a lot of cons that needed to be addressed, including the adults don’t have Digimon bit.

In fact, 7.5 is a little higher, its because of my love for the 02 kids that this was bumped above Endgame, solely for my bias towards Daisuke and the others.

And I reiterate, the “changes” I suggested are more on sowing the seeds for a potential sequel that still ties in the 02 epilogue.

Which is still deemed canon, considering the Ramen dates, Yamato and Taichi’s school, even Sora’s future occupation is still in place. Heck we’ve even seen the beginnings of both Koushiro’s and Joe’s 02 epilogue occupations.

[cherryrogers]

➸ lost and found

pairing: bucky barnes x reader | post-endgame au

warnings: angst, swearing, fluff, mentions of death.

word count: 4.6k

synopsis: Thanos was gone. Earth had begun to truly rebuild itself. The battle was finally over, and everyone was learning to move on. However, a reoccurring nightmare had started to haunt your sleeping mind, keeping you trapped in the desolate past.

a/n: just for context, none of the sad shit that happened in endgame happened in this au, okay? tony, nat and steve are still thriving :) please enjoy,,, feedback is always appreciated!

Heart thumping in your chest. Aching feet carrying you across the battlefield. A razor-sharp blade clasped in your hand, striking at any enemy in your line of sight.

You were scared. Not of the bellowing roars and ear-splitting crashes. Not of the large number of nightmare-inducing creatures that hurtled in your direction. But because you couldn’t find him.

Paranoid eyes darted every which way, looking for the man with dark locks and a shiny silver arm. Everyone else had come back. Sam, Wanda, T’Challa - all the other victims of the snap that had been mourned for the painful past five years. They’d reappeared miraculously through the array of glowing orange portals, and began to fight for the universe like nothing had ever happened. Like they hadn’t been fragmented into specs of dust and taken unfairly from existence.

Bucky Barnes was one of those victims, yet he wasn’t there. He wasn't fighting alongside the rest of the Avengers like he should’ve been. You would’ve seen him if he was there, how could you miss him? He was the only one you ever looked for in a crowd, and he wasn’t in this one. That was what scared you.

A heavy breeze brushed passed the left side of your body, the cause of it being Sam hitting the ground, his long wings barely grazing your arm. He must’ve seen Bucky at some point. If there was anyone who could put your mind at ease and let you return to battle with full focus, it would be Sam.

You approached him quickly, placing your hand on his shoulder. “Sam?”

The man’s hard eyes faltered as they set on you. “(Y/N), it’s good to see you.”

“You too.” The corner of your lips upturned. It made you feel a little better hearing the guy’s voice again. Bucky wasn’t the only one that you lost that day in Wakanda. However, the warm relief soon disappeared as you asked the fateful question. “Do you know where Bucky is?”

Sam straightened out his lips, furrowing his brows carefully as the question left your lips. The quiet between the two of you was louder than the bullets and battle cries that sounded from around you. It should’ve been a simple ‘yes’.

“Bucky?”

Your shaky hand on his shoulder tightened. “B-Bucky... he disappeared like you did, back in Wakanda. I-I just need to know where he is.”

The blood-thirsty enemies were nearing you, and your hand was soon shrugged off your friend’s shoulder. With the shake of his head, Sam prepared to propel himself back into the air.

“I don’t know who you’re talking about, I’m sorry.”

And with that, the man disappeared into battle. Sam didn’t know who Bucky was. It was impossible - he helped Steve search for Bucky for two years, before fighting Tony and his team alongside him when they did find him. Why couldn’t he remember him?

“Wanda!” You found yourself clutching onto the woman’s arm, causing her head to snap towards you.

“(Y/N), are you okay?” She asked frantically.

You nodded hurriedly. “I-I’m fine. Have you seen Bucky anywhere?”

“Bucky?” Wanda pulled the same puzzled face as Sam, and your heart sunk into your stomach. “Who’s Bucky?”

Before you could try to explain anything, you were knocked to the ground by a large force, which began to claw and scratch at your skin as you attempted to raise your blade to it’s throat.

With a flash of red and a pained growl, the creature was violently thrown away from your body. You could hear Wanda urging you to get up from the hard ground, but you couldn’t will yourself to move. Bucky was gone. He was meant to come back, just like everyone else. But he hadn’t, and it wasn’t fair.

Hot tears trickled down your scratched cheeks, body paralysed in emotional agony. Five years. Five years you’d waited to see him again. Everyone got their chance to come back; why didn’t he? How were you supposed to survive a lifetime without him when five years was practically impossible?

So, you just laid there. You knew that you’d get killed eventually. Ripped to shreds, strangled, a claw plunged into your chest - it was going to happen if you didn’t get up. But you didn’t care. If Bucky couldn’t get his second chance, then you wanted out. How were you meant to live after the battle knowing that Bucky never got to?

There was something coming towards you. A remorseless enemy with an intense hunger to kill. It had its eyes set on your still form, hearing the pumping of your heart and aching to tear it from your rib cage.

And just as it was about to happen, just as it was all about to be over-

Your eyes shot open. A desperate hand clutched over your chest as you sat up hurriedly. Heart still pounding against your ribs; sweat coating your forehead. Anxious eyes glanced quickly around the room, and you were able to let out a relieved sigh within the series of struggled breaths your lungs were intaking, recognising that you were still in your bedroom.

It was a dream. It was just a dream.

A dream that you’d had one too many times over the past three months.

Light wasn’t pouring through the cracks in the blinds, indicating that the sun hadn’t yet risen. That also meant that you probably hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep, and you surely weren’t getting any more after that dream.

Sinking back down against the mattress, you turned your head slowly as it hit the pillow. There was a slight dampness on the cotton, and after raising a hand to your cheek, you weren’t surprised to feel tears under your fingertips.

You still wanted to cry. God, you wanted to break down and sob until the pain had disappeared. But the soundly sleeping body next to you stopped you from doing so.

He seemed to be stirring slightly, probably from the sound of your heavy breaths and quiet whimpers. Most of the time, you could suppress your distress enough to prevent him from waking up. However, he looked to be gradually awakening from his slumber.

He was there, though. Bucky was there, lying next to you, close enough that you could feel his body radiating warmth against your skin.

You harshly rubbed your eyes, trying to stop them from glossing over. If Bucky was about to wake up, you didn’t want him to see you cry. Everything was supposed to be over. The fighting, the hurting, the constant worry that everything you had could slip between your fingertips in an instant.

So how come all those things still managed to weave their way into your mind? How come you were still fighting, and hurting, and fearing that you were inevitably going to lose everything?

“Baby?” Fuck.

Cold metal was suddenly pressing against your forearm, gently pulling your left hand away from your face. Fingers interlaced with yours, slightly calming your still racing heartbeat.

He was the epitome of beauty, in your eyes. Stray hairs falling over his features, baby blue’s gazing up at you tiredly, pink lips pursed as he waited for you to respond. Rolling onto your side to face him, you tightened your grasp on his hand, hoping your tear-filled eyes wouldn’t be visible to him in the dark.

“Yeah, Buck?”

For a moment, you thought Bucky in his sleepy state wouldn’t notice that crack in your voice. The concerned crinkle of his brows indicated otherwise.

“Hey,” He pulled your interlinked hands to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss to the back of yours. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine - just had a bad dream, that’s all.”

Bucky knew nightmares made it hard for you to sleep; he’d had enough of them to know how scarily realistic they could be. He didn’t know that it was the same nightmare, however. You never told him what happened in the dream, and he never pushed you to. All he wanted to do was put your mind at ease, but it was difficult when he didn’t exactly know what was troubling you.

“You don’t look fine.” The man propped himself up on one elbow, taking his other hand from yours and bringing it to cup your cheek. “D’you wanna talk about it?”

Yes, you wanted to talk about it. You’d had the same fucking nightmare almost every night since the final battle, since you got Bucky back. And for some reason, your mind couldn’t just let you have that peace.

“I...” You started, but your brain stopped yourself. It wasn’t fair to Bucky to just unload your problems onto him. It was a nightmare, everyone has nightmares. “It’s nothing. Just go back to sleep, okay?”

“Are you gonna be able to go back to sleep?”

A quiet sigh fell from your lips. “Don’t worry about me, Bucky. I’ll be alright.”

Would you?

“But I do worry.” His thumb ghosted over your cheekbone. “You’ve been havin’ a lot of nightmares recently.”

You weren’t sure how to respond. It ached, knowing how much Bucky wanted to help. But he wouldn’t understand. He couldn’t understand. Five years is a long time, especially when you spend the majority of it alone.

Maybe it was your choice to isolate yourself during that time, but being around the others would’ve been too hard. Everyone was hurting, you knew that. But you couldn’t stay at the compound and pretend to be getting better. Pretend to be moving on; you didn’t want to move on.

And here you were now, not moving on. Still haunted by the five years worth of misery and solitude. You had Bucky back, but the pain was still there. All of it.

“I’m gonna take a shower.”

Before you knew it, you were chucking the covers back and swinging your bare legs over the mattress. Bucky’s hand fell limp against the spot where your head previously laid, watching as you padded over to the bathroom, beginning to pull off your t-shirt.

“(Y/N), it’s like... three in the morning.”

If you had given Bucky a response, he hadn’t heard it. He only let out a sigh as he heard the sudden streaming of water and the shower door sliding shut. Something wasn’t right.

It was hard for Bucky in a different way, coming back from the snap. Once again, five years is a long time. You’d aged physically but broken down emotionally - you weren’t the same person that fought in Wakanda all those years ago, who was so carefree and spontaneous, who took every risk with a confident smirk.

The smirk had been replaced by a nervous biting of your lip, worst-case scenarios and worrying doubts plagued your mind, and the only battle you were fighting was the one with yourself.

While he loved you nevertheless, Bucky wasn’t aware of what life was like without him for five years. He was too unsure of bringing the topic up, and you pushed the time out of your thoughts every time it popped into your brain. Bucky wasn’t expecting everything to be the same, but he wasn’t expecting you to be so... different. It’s like you were afraid - of what, Bucky wasn’t sure of.

Showers during the night weren’t anything new to you. After you lost Bucky, time began to mean nothing to you. You’d wake up randomly during the night, most likely from a bad dream; you’d take a hot shower to try and wash away your shakiness, stay up until the sun rose, and then go straight back to sleep in the morning. It’s not like you were going on missions or carrying out duties at the compound when you shut yourself away from your Avenger life - what else were you supposed to do?

If your skin was radiating steam, you weren’t at all surprised, as the water that pelted your body was scorching hot. This time, however, it was guilt you were trying to wash away.

Bucky was in the room next to you, probably wondering what the hell you were playing at. He didn’t deserve this, especially after all he’d been through to get where he was now; safe. He deserved the old you, the one that would press a kiss to his cheek at every chance you got and never failed to put a smile on his lips. Not the one who could barely even touch him without worrying that he’d disintegrate right back into specs of dust again.

You weren’t sure how long you stood under the scalding water for, but you eventually found the will to turn off the stream and step out of the small space, grabbing the nearest towel off the rack and wrapping it around your warm body.

As you went to open the bathroom door, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror above the sink, and you stopped in your tracks. Slowly, you moved so that your hands had a firm grip on the edge of the white bowl, red-rimmed eyes piercing into the mirrored image of you in the glass. Teeth gritting absentmindedly, droplets of water trickling from your hair down your collarbone, sunken circles underneath your distant eyes. This wasn’t you. It couldn’t be.

The last time you stared yourself down in the mirror, was when you were preparing for war.

“You ready?”

A figure appeared beside your reflection, causing your eyes to shift from yourself to them, smiling at the sight of Bucky leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom, strands of hair falling slightly in front of his eyes.

When you got out of the whole mess that you were currently in, you’d be sure to let him know how much you liked his new look.

After reuniting with your love and peppering his grinning face with an unhealthy amount of kisses, you decided to take some time to ready yourself for what was about to go down while the rest of the team checked in on Vision. Everything seemed to be looking up - Bucky was alive and well, Shuri surely would be able to separate the mind stone from Vision, and you were positive that Thanos wouldn’t stand a chance against the Wakandan warriors, as well as the Avengers that had landed in Wakanda.

Some may have said that you were too confident, but you were only optimistic. Doubting the power of the Avengers against Thanos wouldn’t get you anywhere, so why not have a little hope?

You locked eyes with Bucky’s reflection in the mirror, failing to suppress a genuine smile. “I’m always ready.”

The man let out a laugh, slowly strolling towards you. His hand fell to your lower back, resting against the material of your suit as he gently pressed a kiss to your temple. “That’s my girl.”

“Not to be sappy before we go and beat this ‘Thanos’ punk’s ass,” You turned around, placing your gloved hands on his chest. “But I missed the hell outta you, Bucky.”

“Sounded pretty sappy to me, darlin’. Has someone gone soft since the last time I saw them?”

He sure loved to tease, didn’t he? “It’s been two years, pal. Can’t I just be soft for today?”

“Oh, so I’m your ‘pal’ now?” Bucky quirked his brow.

“My best pal, if that makes you feel better.”

“I guess it does.” A lingering kiss was pressed to your lips, making your body instantly fill with warmth. You really did miss him.

Two years without him was hard, but you knew it had to happen. Steve had put him in good hands, allowing Shuri to finally rid him of the hold HYDRA had on him; a hold that they’d had for far too long.

As long as you never had to be apart from him for a second time, you’d never complain about the difficulty of those two years again.

“We’re gonna win this, I can feel it.” You whispered against Bucky’s lips, realising how much you’d missed having him by your side. “I promise, Buck; everything that you’ve been through, and everything that we’ve been through together... it’s all gonna have been for something.”

“I believe you.” The man pecked your lips once more, before gazing longingly into your bright eyes, knowing that you were ready to get out there and fight. “I love you, so damn much.”

You leaned in and pressed a final kiss to his cheek, before spinning the two of you around and leading him out of the bathroom of the palace.

“And I love you, Barnes. Now, c’mon - we’ve got a war to win.”

A war to win. That aged well, didn’t it?

“(Y/N)?”

This time, you couldn’t even look at his reflection.

Your gaze dropped to the shiny, silver faucet just under the mirror. Bucky’s distorted figure still reflected through the metal, and you could just about make out the concerned expression on his face.

Tentatively, he approached the sink behind you, placing his hands behind where yours were gripping the sink harshly, and his mouth lowered to press a feather-light kiss to your exposed shoulder.

“I lied to you, Bucky.” You mumbled, hardening your lowered stare.

“Lied about what?” His tone was soft, but faintly laced with worry.

Bottom lip trapped between your teeth, you blinked away the tears threatening to make a reappearance. “Back in Wakanda; I told you that we’d win.”

A moment of quietness filled the small room, which only made you bite down harder on your lip. It wasn’t intentional. You weren’t meant to lie to him, to give him false hope. But whoever thought that your optimism was unrealistic and frankly ridiculous, well, they were right. The confidence you had on that day only made it hurt more when you didn’t win.

“You didn’t lie to me,” Bucky uttered against your skin. “We won, sweetheart. It just took a little longer than we thought it would.”

Pressing your back against his chest, you lowered your head, droplets of water from your hair pattering gently into the sink.

“Then why does it feel like we lost?”

This was the first time you’d even mentioned anything about the battle against Thanos since he had returned. It was a touchy subject for everyone, but for some reason, the slightest mention of anything surrounding the event caused you to put your walls up. Bucky had always wanted for you to open up about it, but he didn’t want you to do so if you weren’t ready.

Maybe this time, you were.

Bucky took a step back from you before lacing his fingers with yours and tugging you away from the sink. “Let’s get you some clothes, then we can talk, alright?”

With a weak nod, you complied, following the man out of the steamy room and into your bedroom. You watched as he picked you out one of his t-shirts and a pair of underwear, laying them out on the bed for you. You’d always preferred wearing his clothes; the cotton was softer and his scent on the material brought you a sense of calmness.

He respectfully turned around as you dropped your towel, picking up the dark blue shirt and pulling it over your body, the hem falling to your mid-thigh. You wouldn’t have minded if he hadn’t turned around, but that was the thing about Bucky - he was always a gentleman. The ways his mother taught him back in the forties had stayed with him through and through.

After pulling on your underwear and the pair of fluffy socks he’d also picked you out, you perched yourself on the edge of the bed, crossing your legs underneath yourself and letting out a tired sigh. Within a few seconds. you felt the mattress dip behind you, and a calming sensation suddenly hit you as soft bristles brushed your scalp and traveled through your damp locks.

“Bucky,” You started, your voice soft but loud in the quiet room. “You should go back to sleep.”

A delicate hand fell to your waist, squeezing it comfortingly, momentarily pausing the brushing of your hair. “Not until you’re ready to, (Y/N).”

Feeling your roots gently being pulled at again, you knew that this time, Bucky wasn’t going to back down. He only wanted to help, you couldn’t blame him for that; if things were the other way around, you’d do anything to help him too.

“It’s just been hard to sleep since... everything happened.” You admitted after a small silence, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

“I know, baby.” The understanding tone in his voice was clear, and the tears you’d finally suppressed began to blur your vision again.

“I thought that once it was all over, things would just be easier... but they’re not, Bucky. Things are still so hard.” A warm tear slipped down your cheek, but you stayed staring down at your crossed legs, trying to focus on the feeling of your hair being brushed. “It feels like... like...”

“Feels like what?”

A defeated sigh left your quivering lips. “Like it’s five years ago all over again.”

Your hair was practically rid of knots by now, causing Bucky to put down the hairbrush and shuffle back on the bed to lay against the headboard. He motioned for you to follow him, and as you did, he pulled you to lay your head on his lap, fingers beginning to wind through your conditioned hair.

His voice was still a little raspy from being asleep, but you heard what he said loud and clear. “You... you never told me what it was like for you. Steve caught me and Sam up about everything that’d happened over the time we were gone; he mentioned that you never stayed at the compound, and that they were lucky if you even answered the phone when they called to check up on you.”

You nodded vaguely, remembering how you’d hear the phone ringing but never had the energy to answer it. Not talking to anyone for weeks on end, staying holed up in your eerily quiet apartment - it was a time that you hoped you’d never have to relive.

“Honestly?” You let out an empty chuckle, refusing to look up and meet his eyes. “It was horrible, Buck. After you went back into cryo, at least I knew you were safe. I knew that I was gonna see you again. But after I-I watched you disappear right before my eyes... it was hard to even have any hope that you’d come back. I really lost myself over the years, and I still don’t feel like I’ve truly came back - even if everyone else did.”

You knew that you were one of the lucky ones. Five years of your life hadn’t been stolen from you so unfairly, unlike a lot of your unfortunate teammates. But it was difficult to feel grateful when such a large portion of your life had been taken from you, even while you were still standing.

The touch of Bucky’s hand on your jaw caused your gaze to flick up, locking with his instantly. “If it was the other way around, and you were the one that died that day, I would’ve felt the exact same way.”

“You would’ve?”

“(Y/N), the thought of losing you like that... it makes me feel sick to my stomach. And once you would’ve come back like I did, I would’ve been terrified of having to go through that again.”

Bucky noticed the way your expression fell.

“Is that it?” He whispered, stroking his thumb over your tensed jaw. “You’re scared of losing me again?”

And with those words, you finally cracked. You finally opened up about the nightmare that’d been making your skin crawl since the love of your life returned. With no details left out, you explained to Bucky the picture that was burned into your mind; how afraid you felt when you couldn’t find him in the midst of the battlefield, how your heart wrenched when Sam and Wanda only looked at you in confusion when you mentioned the man’s name. You told him about how it petrified you to think he could completely disappear from existence like that again, and how there’d be nothing that you solely could do to bring him back.

You revealed to him your greatest, darkest fear, and he listened. He understood.

Around thirty minutes later, the two of you were back under the warm covers of your bed, facing each other directly. Bucky’s flesh arm draped over your waist, pulling your body closer to his, the sweet scent of vanilla body wash entering his nose. Eyes no longer filled with tears, but relief. Every feeling you’d locked up in your mind in fear of putting an emotional burden on Bucky had been let out that night - well, morning - and you’d never felt more free.

“I’m not going anywhere, you know that, right?” He drew small circles on your back through the soft cotton of your shirt.

The corners of your lips curled up. “I know. I just... I just love you a whole lot, Bucky. There’s always gonna be a part of me that’s scared to lose you.”

Gently sighing, Bucky leaned forward, pressing a long, lingering kiss to your lips.

“I love you, sweetheart. And for as long as I do, I’m gonna do everything in my power to take that fear away from you, alright?”

After a moment of silence, you exhaled slowly. “Alright.”

Doubts put to rest, your mind had no problem in slipping into a deep slumber. For the first time in a long time, your dreams weren’t invaded with screams and cries, but blessed with the reality of what actually happened on the area where the compound once stood. What actually happened amid the battle.

Heart thumping in your chest. Aching feet carrying you across the battlefield. A razor sharp blade clasped in your hand, striking at any enemy in your line of sight.

You were on a roll, feeling a sick satisfaction with every shriek of agony that came from any opponent that tried to come your way.

The crunching of footsteps behind you was immediately picked up by your incredibly alert senses, prompting you to spin around in your tracks and swing a blade towards whatever was following you in your steps.

However, the clutching of a hand on your flailing wrist stopped your weapon from hitting anything after slicing through the air. Your determined eyes glanced at your trapped arm, ready to rip the limb away from whatever was holding onto it.

That was until your eyes landed on shiny, metal digits enclasping your forearm.

Without even looking up, his name slipped from your parted lips in a broken whisper. “Bucky?”

The slight tilt of your head upwards allowed you to truly look at the figure in front of you. A large gun loosely gripped in his free hand which fell at his side, brown hair resting on his broad shoulders, eyes dazzling in amazement.

Everyone was back, including him.

His metal hand dropped from your wrist and encircled your shoulders while both of your arms wrapped impossibly tight around his torso, utterly forgetting that you were surrounded by chaos in that moment.

“You’re here.” You breathed against his chest, chuckling in bewilderment. “I can’t believe that you’re here.”

“I found you, baby.” He grinned into your hair, cradling the back of your head in his hand. “I’ll always find you.”

He was right. With everything that had happened, with every hardship you’d experienced, with every issue that seemed unsolvable that you’d managed to resolve, you’d always found your way back to each other.

And as long as Bucky lay by your side every night, you were positive that you’d eventually find your way back to yourself.

[wendibird]

SPN 15X15 Observations

The saga of my shitty cable/internet provider continues. This week I was again watching it on my computer through the streaming app since TV still isn’t getting reliable reception, and my internet connection kept dropping! (Luckily, I’ve also set it to record, so I was able to re-watch the episode after it aired.) So, my notes are much less coherent probably, and I’ve had a long day so my after-episode thoughts probably are too. 

Everything else under the cut for those who wish to avoid spoilers and all my rambling:

- Connor isn't going to last long. - wtf? (freaky teddy bear!) - "she and I used to have a thing"? Seriously Dean? - Cas: "Sam?" (aka "Please be the reasonable one.") - soooooo much salt from Cas. - "Agent Swift!" - BABY YODA!!!! - I think the crossroads thing is Cas just making a phone call more or less. - Cas, there are NEVER "too many cats". - LOL I love Cas' literalness - Eeeeee..... love them bonding. - Hrm. So there's definitely a karmic element to these killings. I mean, "Lair" seemed like a bit of a stretch for the other kid, unless the "lie" was in him agreeing with the snobby girls. But I have a feeling this lady here is going to end up with something like "thief" carved into her. (So, thoughts: Avenging Angel? Just Deserts? Probably something new.)

- Also I feel like there was maybe something in that "previously" scene that I don't remember seeing before. (Was talking about Dean going into detail about needing to take Amara out as well as Chuck. I remember part of that conversation, but some parts felt "new" to me? Though I've only seen through this current season once, so I might just not be remembering everything right.) - Sam's worried/concerned about Jack! <3 - "At least this time it's not you and me." Oh man does that feel like foreshadowing. - Not sure I trust the pastor. - I've been watching this show too long. They all feel sketchy. Especially the girl with the headband. *LOL* - Oh man. Are they really going "Torture Porn" on us again? (Apparently) - His (Jack’s) Mom died 3 years ago too. - "I have more dads than most." <3 - "Put your trust in God." Wow. *LOL* Poor Jack. - Cas, you're totally one of his dads. But yes. It is complicated. - Ahhh. Maybe that's what the "Liar" thing was about. (Connor being gay and hiding it?) - Hi Amara! (My cat wants to get into my closet.)

- Amara's still in relatively light colors.

(Stupid internet signal is being a pain)

- I wish I knew what was going on.

(Aaaaand more internet problems)

- I love Cas! (still confused about what's going on.)

- So, what's with the random demon in the squad car? - Dammit.... I had a feeling Jack would end up having to die to kill Chuck and Amara.

(OKAY! Now that the episode is over, I'm going to re-watch parts of it so I can find out what the hell I missed! (still irritated))

- Jack HAS one of those teddy's! I wonder which one got it for him.... (My guess is Sam or Cas) - Maybe it was Zack in the cop car at the end? He DID say he was really bored. - Reason why I was thinking it might be something supernatural was because the one who did it seemed to know in advance who they were going after, but that lady just now stole from the poor box. So, how did the daughter know? Unless she'd done it before? Hrm. - Minor note: "We've been on the road almost two days." WTF? SPN doing somewhat realistic travel times?! *LMAO* - Trying to tell what's in her other hand. Looks like it's duct-taped closed into a fist around something. A transmitter maybe? It's an odd detail that I don't think gets explained. - So, did she call him a "liar" because she saw the two of them as having dated and then he came out as gay at some point? - So, they're just gonna leave the Impala there while it's gassing up? *LOL* - I still love Cas for this part. Sharing his "Journey". - Okay, got to see the guys' talk with Amara. (At least the first half of it.) I still think it's risky for Dean to tell her about Jack even being a player on the board. Though I get that he had to give her SOMETHING so she would get that the threat is credible. That they actually CAN do something against Chuck. - Also, SPN can't settle on its history. *LOL* But that's nothing new. Back in S5 it was God and Death and Death couldn't remember who came first. Then at the end of Season 10 we got an updated version with the Darkness (Who didn't seem to have met Death prior to her imprisonment.) Now, Darkness and God were twins. - Ewwwwww.... dead guy. - Wow.... They actually textualized that. (About Mary.) - He sounded like he meant it when he said "I will never hurt you." - I still love Cas being a subtle badass. - Jack... it's NOT the only way... (And I'm pretty sure Sam HAS forgiven Jack. But I don't think they've really talked.)

SO.

I apologize that my "notes" this time are a train-wreck, but so was my internet connection, so sadly, this is what happens when I watch part of the episode, miss some important bits, and watch most of the rest of it (while still missing more bits) and then when it's finally over I can finally go back and re-watch the bits I'd missed. And I wound up mostly just re-watching the whole thing again anyway. And some things definitely made more sense, and I definitely noticed some things I hadn't caught the first time.

I know a lot of people aren't going to like it because it mostly featured Cas and Jack while being light on the brothers. (But there WAS some good brother content!) I did enjoy it well enough though. (Like, it's not gonna make my top 10 total episodes, but I liked it better than a lot of the ones earlier this season.)

Organizing my thoughts is gonna be a bit hard (I've had a long day) but I'll make an attempt here.

Cas and Jack's arc: It definitely had a more old-school SPN horror vibe to me, though more like some of the newer horror movies (like Saw and the like) and I think both characters were written well. We had two awkward angels who still don't get all things human, but they obviously care. There was also a lot of talk about God in a way that I felt made both of them feel awkward considering their perspective on Chuck. I do still wonder though about some of the details of what Sylvia was doing. Like, I get how she'd probably been stewing about the one boy for a while. But the lady (could never quite tell if it was Valerie or Mallory) had literally JUST stolen from the donation box when she stepped outside into the trap laid for her. So, was this maybe a habit of her's? How would Sylvia have known about it beforehand? And also, what was with the crossroads demon at the very end posing as/possessing a police officer? Is he going rogue because he's bored? Is he acting on some weird kind of orders? I saw some theories about maybe the Dad made a crossroads deal to spring his daughter, but... I dunno. Unless it's supposed be a tease for something to come later, it feels odd and random.

Overall, I did really like Cas in this episode. I thought his blend of salt, cluelessness, and altruism was good, and I loved what he said about his past, and how he found his new purpose. Because he has been drifting quite a bit since he lost his original purpose. But he definitely seems to have found it again with Jack. So naturally he gets to find out that Jack is fated to die taking out God and the Darkness. *sigh* Dude CANNOT catch a break! Also, JACK! I love him so much! (And honestly, I'd had suspicions already that this is what had been troubling him. I'm glad he finally told one of his dads at least.)

Also, just wanna reiterate, I loved that bit at the beginning when Dean suggests Cas and Jack go tackle this case "that probably isn't anything (supernatural)" and he turns to Sam like "Please be the sane one here." (My hope/headcanon is that Sam encouraged him to go because he knows something has been troubling Jack, and if Jack won't open up to Sam about it, maybe he was hoping he'd open up to Cas at least. Then maybe SOMEONE could help him. But I don't know if the writers are thinking that deeply about Sam.)

Speaking of Sam and Dean... Okay, overall I thought their part of the episode was okay for what we saw. Like, the brother talk in the Impala, mild bickering about driving times and regular mundane stuff. Also their talk with Amara had some GOOD emotional beats in it. For Dean and Amara. Sam was mostly just there. And then he wasn't even there for the main part. So... *sigh* It's not that I begrudge Dean having that moment. I mean, he definitely had more of a connection to Amara than Sam did. But it still feels like not much really happened with him besides being a soundingboard and showing some concern for Jack. Hopefully we get more of him actually being important to the plot in upcoming episodes.

But let me reiterate that I DID like the talk Dean and Amara had! I'm glad that she textualized something that I know a lot of fans have theorized about Mary and her purpose narratively. That prior to her resurrection she had been put on this pedestal, but Dean and Sam were actually able to get to know the real woman. That the real woman was better than the memory because she WAS real. Flaws and all. (Not that I blame Dean for being angry.) I'm just glad that it was said outright. Because I got the feeling from some of the things Samantha Smith has said at cons that that was part of the point of Mary's character since S12, to make her real. And I know a lot of people couldn't see past her flaws and still hate her. (I DO think some things could have been handled better with her character, but that's not the point of this long rambly post today.) Also, when Dean said that he could never hurt her? It felt like him telling the truth. Maybe he was able to get that feeling across because technically he WAS telling the truth, since the plan is for Jack to be the one doing the hurting. But I dunno.

Anyway, overall I thought it was a decent episode. It had some good character moments in it, and considering I thiiiiink the next episode is going to be very Sam and Dean heavy, I'm not gonna begrudge Cas and Jack some screentime in this one since things are likely going to be getting dicey here fairly soon.

(And again, I apologize for how scattered this is this time.)

P.S. Oh, and one last thing before I forget. Especially after last episode, I find it odd that Jack still thinks BOTH brothers haven't forgiven him. I get why he would think that about Dean. The dude outright said it was going to take some time. But Sam, as far as we've seen has been shown to be supportive of Jack. So, I wonder if it's because Jack still hasn't forgiven himself? Or if it's because maybe he and Sam haven't really talked about that whole issue, so maybe Jack thinks Sam is just avoiding it? (Or if the writers are just lumping Sam&Dean together again because WHY would anyone see them as two separate entities? *salty*) Because if anyone in this show SHOULD be aware that the brothers don't always think the same it should be Jack. Because from the start Sam has tended to hold a different stance in regards to him than Dean. *sigh* Ah well. We'll see how things fall out. Especially considering what Cas (I’m assuming anyway) told Dean about Jack and Billy’s plan. 

[turning-dreams-into-chaos]

Secret Life

*Not My Gif*

Request: Hey can I get a Peter x Strk Reader where she is undercover to watch him and they get really close (if you know what I mean) and then he finds out at liz’s party or homecoming and then calls it off? I love you and your writing is beautiful! Could this be a mini-series?

Requested by: Anonymous

Post Date: 6-21-19

Paring: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader, Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader

Word Count: 5.3K

A/N: Sorry I hadn’t posted in a few days, I try to post a request every day. This was one that someone requested like in May, so my bad on the wait. I got a lot of love on my Stark Reader posts so I hope you all like this one as well. Let me know what you think! Also didn’t edit this as much as I’d like, so if there is a mistake then please tell me!

-Ria

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Your eyes were watery and your throat closed up, trying to keep the sobs from falling. You weren’t sure how exactly you got here, sitting on top of a random apartment building in Queens with your legs dangling off the edge, but you knew the moments leading up to this. It all started a few months ago.

— — —

“Hey kid!” Tony yelled as he chucked a stress ball at your head to get your attention. You caught It without even needing to look up already knowing he was going to do that. Finishing the last few sentences on a report you were doing, you glanced up and rolled your eyes at the fake offended look your dad was giving you.

“What’s up?” You smirked. You got up from the couch to head over to him as you crossed your arms waiting for him to continue.

“We got you a mission.” Your eyes brighten at this. You’ve basically been locked up since the whole Civil War issue between your family, which wouldn’t have been a bad thing if you hadn’t basically been in lock up since you moved in with your father. You were 9 when your mom died, leaving you in the care of your only known relative, Tony Stark. He didn’t believe at first that you were his and demanded that several DNA tests were taken, but once it proved you weren’t lying, you were left in Iron Man’s life. Knowing how his enemy’s would want to use you as a target he kept you out of the limelight, no one knew you existed except a few important people as well as the team. You didn’t really mind this at first, thanking the solitude as you adjusted to this new life. You watched as your dad built suit after suit without him knowing you were there, and he never did. Natasha taught you how to fight, just in case someone did find you, you knew how to protect yourself. You got quite good at sneaking around and being a Stark, naturally gifted in the knowledge category, so you took it upon yourself to build a suit. You spent years on it, perfecting it in ways you aren’t even sure really mattered, but when you tested it? Oh that bad boy was amazing! The next time the avengers went out on a mission, you snuck on the jet with them, hiding the best you could so you weren’t seen. It seemed to work because as soon as they landed you joined the fight. Tony just about freaked out until he watched you kick some ass. He was still worried but knew Natasha had you covered in the fighting and apparently you had a greatly made suit. But after the fight was over you got an ear full. But he came around. And you saw yourself joining the team in more and more missions. However, once the accords came into the mix and split your family up, you weren’t allowed on any missions. So now, Tony letting you out was a big deal.

“What’s the mission?”

“Remember the spider guy from Germany? The one I brought in?” You nodded your head waiting for how this involves you. “He’s a kid. Lives in Queens and I want you to shadow him. Make sure he’s not getting himself into anything he shouldn’t. Just watch him from afar. Don’t get involved.”

“You want me to babysit him? Save him from the monsters?” You mocked, dropping your shoulders. There was no way you were going to just watch over some kid from Queens who wants to play hero while you weren’t allowed to. You rolled your eyes and headed over the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water before jumping onto the counter. “Look dad. There’s no way you’re sending me to watch over some kid. What’s so special about him anyways?” You asked hoping that you could find a way to get out of it.

“Well first off Miss Sass, he’s older than you so he’s not a kid. And second, it doesn’t matter why he’s special. You’re going, end of discussion.”

“But dad! I-“

“I said you’re going. Here. It’s a file with everything we have on him. Happy will be here in a hour to pick you up for school.” He said as he chucked a file on the counter next to you. You glanced down at it before pushing it away.

“I’m not going to school. I finished high school 2 years ago, remember?” You said jumping off the counter. You were determined to make this as hard as you could if you had no choice.

“No. Y/N Stark finished High School 2 years ago. Y/N Y/L/N still has a few more years.” He hands you another file with your picture on front. You scoff as you grab it, thumbing through its contents.

“What’s with the files? You couldn’t just tell me this?” You mumble looking back up at him.

He smirked as he grabbed Spider-Man’s file off the counter and put it in your hands with your file. “Where’s the fun in that?” His smirk dropped as his voice became softer, “Look kid, you don’t really have a choice here. I need someone to watch him and you’re the only one who could do it without getting caught. I understand why you don’t want to do this but please, don’t fight me in this?” You locked eyes before nodding slowly, knowing you are going to regret this. You opened Spider-Man’s files, trying to take in as much as you could.

“Peter Parker? Huh. At least he’s cute.”

“Don’t even think about it.”

You stood in front of the school, watching the numerous kids heading in chatting or texting, not even realizing you were there. You sighed as you walked in and scanned the halls for the face you were supposed to watch. When you didn’t see him you gave up, heading towards the office to figure out everything. Pulling out your phone, you opened Peter’s file that you scanned. The loud ringing of the bell earned your attention right before someone ran into you from behind causing you to fall on your butt.

“Uh... sorry.” You mumbled as you grabbed your phone that flew away before looking at the boy you ran into. He stuck his hand out to you and you happily took it, pulling yourself up.

“Oh, it’s my fault. Are you new here? I don’t think I’ve seen you around before. I’m Ned.” He rambled as you chuckled. You extended a hand to him and he shook it.

“I’m Y/N. And yeah, today’s my first day.” You gave him a smile which he returned before he started walking the way you were going. You stared at him shocked at the fact he just walked away before he turned around, raising his brows before indicating you to follow him. You caught up to him laughing a little. “I thought you were just going to walk away. But I didn’t seem like something you would do to someone you just met.”

“Yeah that wouldn’t have been very nice. I was going to walk you to office, help you get used to this place. Is that ok?” He asked as you nodded your head. “Oh! You should eat lunch with us!”

“Us?” You tilted your head looking back at Ned.

“Yeah, Us. Me and my friend Peter. Ok, here you are. Meet me in the lunch room if we don’t have any classes before then!” He started to back away, only allowing you to say a quick ok and thanks before he’s around the corner.

The rest of the day before lunch went by pretty fast, you still hadn’t found Peter and you were getting kind of worried. But when you entered the cafeteria and saw him you felt relieved, until you saw the boy from earlier sitting right next to him waving you down. Peter. He said his friend Peter. Why did that not spark any signs in your head! You silently cursed yourself as you headed over, taking a seat across from Ned.

“This is Y/N. She’s who I told you about earlier. And this is Peter.” Ned said as you and Peter exchanged looks. You couldn’t help but think about how much cuter he was in real life compared to a picture.

“It’s nice to meet you.” He smiled and you could basically feel the butterflies in your stomach, Damn why does he have to be so good looking! The rest of lunch went perfect and afterwards you learned Peter had all the same classes you had after lunch and a few before lunch he missed after he mentioned the Stark Internship coming up this morning. Playing your role, you ask him about the Stark Internship. He makes up something you didn’t really listen to because you were to focused on how his cheeks darkened when he was nervous. But when he started to say how great it was working under Tony you had to hold back a chuckle.

“What? What’s so funny?” He asked, instantly taken back by your laugh. Your eyes widened as you realized what you’d done.

“Oh it’s nothing! It’s just, you seem so fond of My- Mr. Stark. I-It’s nice.” You grimace at your almost slip up, hoping he didn’t notice. Which thankfully neither of them did. The rest of the lunch was you listening to Peter and Ned talk. You knew you shouldn’t have gotten close to them, but what your dad didn’t know wasn’t going to hurt him. You all joked and made nerdy references you thought they wouldn’t get, but in response they made just as many. The next few weeks went just as well, spending as much time with the two of them as you could. Peter never told you he was Spider-Man yet it didn’t matter because you already knew Peter’s secret, but Ned has apparently just found out that afternoon, a little while before you came over. You were sitting in Peter’s room, listening to music and working on math homework while Ned whispered questions to Peter. Your music volume was low so you could hear what they were talking about in case they wanted to talk to you, but Ned just wanted to talk about Spider-Man.

“Shhh man! She’ll hear you!” Peter said quietly looking at you as you bobbed your head to the soft music, pretending you didn’t hear them. Peter couldn’t help the smile that graced his face when he looked at you. He couldn’t deny the fact he was falling for you, he was falling hard. You had become such a big part of his life in 2 months and he knew he couldn’t bring you into his superhero antics.

“Dude, Just ask her out already.” Ned said, snapping Peter out of his staring, also causing your breath to hitch, but you played it off like you were working on a hard problem. Peter’s eyes widened as he looked away.

“NED! Don’t say that! She’ll hear you!” He repeated, although this time he yelled it, making it impossible to pretend you didn’t hear it. You yanked out your ear buds before smirking at them.

“Alright boys. What are we talking about?” You leant back in his bed, resting up against the wall as Ned spun around in Peter’s desk chair. Poor Peter who was sitting on the ground looked like a deer caught in headlights.

“Uhh. N-nothing Y/N. We weren’t t-talking about anything!” He said giving you a forced smile and laugh. You glanced between him and Ned before shrugging, looking back down at the math book in your lap before throwing it to the side, moving in the bed so your feet were up on the wall and your head was dangling off the bed, hair falling down as well.

“Guys, I’m bored! Can we do something?” You moaned as Peter looked back up at you. Your eyes met as you both blushed, but not looking away. You liked him. You liked Peter Parker, the one guy you were told not to get involved with. What a clichéd life.

“Ok well this was fun, but I have to go!” Ned quickly said before grabbing his stuff and leaving you two staring out the door.

“That was weird, right?” You asked before turning back to Peter and laughing.

“Honestly not really.” Your laugh was contagious as he found himself falling closer to you as both of your eyes closed, laughing as well. You weren’t sure at what moment it was that made you realize your feelings for him, but with all the time you spent with them, how could you not like him? He was dorky like you, smart like you, and once you get to know him, extremely funny. Peter opened his eyes before you, taking in the look of joy in your face before you opened your own eyes and he noticed how close you were. Your face was upside down and level with his and he couldn’t look away. Neither could you. “Hi...”

“...hey.” You whispered too scared to ruin the moment. “Do you remember the first week I came to midtown? When Flash was giving me a hard time in the hallway? And you came over to tell him to stop and then he just moved on to you?” He nodded, frowning and lowering his head as he remembered that moment. Flash was going on about you being the new girl and only being friends with ‘Penis Parker’ and Ned. You rolled your eyes and tried to ignore him but when he slammed your locker closed on you, you thought you were going to let him have it right then and there. But when Peter came and stood in between you and Flash, you couldn’t help the smile on your face. Even when Flash went after Peter he still stood up against you. You pressed your hand to Peter’s cheek as he looked up. “I never got to thank you. It meant a lot to me.”

“Flash’s a dick, don’t let him get to you. And of course I was going to stand up for you. You’re amazing.” He blushed at his words, and the fact that your hand never left his cheek.

“You’re pretty amazing too. You know that?”

“Yeah, but it helps to have someone remind me.” He smirked causing you to playfully scoff at his cockiness. You both fell into a comfortable silence before you bit your lip catching yourself glancing at his lips, looking back at his eyes to see him looking at your lips. The next second was a blur as you found your eyes closing and Peter leaning in.

“I’m home!” May yelled from the living room, causing both Peter and you to jerk away from each other in fear of being caught. You rubbed the back of your neck as you tried to calm your racing heartbeat. Peter got to his feet faster than you thought possible as you threw your books in your backpack. “Oh! Hi Y/N. I didn’t know you were here. Is Ned here as well?” She asked as you followed Peter out of his room.

“He was. But he left a little while ago.” You quickly said as Peter looked between you and May. His cheeks were still red and you hoped yours had cooled off a little more. May nodded her head as she pulled out the groceries she bought.

“Are you staying for dinner? We’re having meatloaf.” She offered grinning at you. You thanked her but told her your dad had already made dinner for the two of you. You said goodbye to Peter and May before heading back to the tower. Thinking of the almost kiss you just had. It would’ve been your first.

Tony had noticed you spacing out that night during dinner, but it was Nat that had brought it up.

“What’s up with you? You’ve been acting weird all afternoon. And you turned down training, you never turn down training.” She pointed a fork at you accusingly. No one knew that you’d gotten close with Peter. It was basically a secret life that you refused to let anyone in on, especially not your dad or Peter.

“Nothing’s up. I’m just stressed with all the school work that they’re forcing me to do. I mean, I’m smart but the amount of work they are giving us is insane. Also I’ve just been working on my suit, trying to get a new update working with it. It ain’t easy.” You half lied before shoveling a few last bites into your mouth. “Speaking of which, I’m going to go check on its status now. Thanks for dinner. Bye!” you hurried off leaving Natasha, Tony, and the others gawking at you. You ended up in your lab, one that Tony had built for you after you took over his lab, as you played with a few settings on your suit. You were used to going days without sleep, but unfortunately you’ve already spent your no sleep days prior to this moment. Your eyes started to close as your hand slipped, causing sparks to come from your suit and wake you up.

“Shit!” you yelled as you pulled your hand away before it could get hurt. You heard a few noises coming from the suit before the power went out in it. “No. no, no, no, no!” you yelled, trying to get it working again. When it didn’t work, you chucked your tools against the wall. Tony was heading down to talk to you before hearing the clatter of your tools hitting the wall and your groan.

“You know, tools tend help better when they are sprawled across the room.” He joked, leaning against the door frame as you spun in your chair to face him. He noticed the frown on your face as he came closer, pulling you in for a hug to comfort you. “You gotta get some sleep, bug. Look, I have to head to India first thing tomorrow morning, but I’ll be back by Monday, okay?” he said, pulling you back to look at the bags under your eyes. You nodded and gave him a small smile. “Just take it easy. Get some sleep. And stop hanging out at Peter’s after school for so long.”

Your eyes went wide as he smirked. “You know? H-How? I was so careful!” you shouted, slumping in your chair. Tony just chuckled and rubbed your arms.

“You do realize I can see your texts when you leave your phone on the couch, right? Also, I’m Tony Stark.” He said as you sighed, shaking your head at him. He kissed your head before leaving, coming back for a second to tell you to go to sleep. You decided to listen to him and call it a night, leaving your not-working suit on the table for another day.

The next day started to go by faster than you thought, and soon you found yourself in gym with Peter and Ned. You were climbing the rope, trying to get up and down faster than Flash, who had challenged you when Ned’s voice echoed through the gym.

“Peter knows Spider-Man!” you nearly fell off at his statement. What the hell was he thinking! You glanced at who he was speaking too and guilt struck you when you realized why he said it. They were trying to impress Liz Allen. You slid down the rope, roughly burning your hands but you didn’t pay attention, only laughing a little at Flash who tried to be cool and copy you, only to burn his hands on the material. You started to head over to do damage control before Peter said he met him during the internship. You listened to the conversation a little more, hoping you wouldn’t have to blow your cover but when Flash brings up the party, your heart drops.

“Yeah, I’m having a party tonight. You’re more than welcome to come.”

No…

“Having a party?”

No Peter…

“Yeah, it’s gonna be dope. You should totally invite your personal friend Spider-Man.”

Well, you’re fucked.

You look back at Flash, who wasn’t paying attention to you but sauntering over to Peter. If looks could kill, Flash would’ve been six feet under. You stopped paying attention, trying to come up with some way to get Peter out of this. When the bell rang you didn’t even process it until Flash bumped into you.

“Don’t worry, Y/L/N. He won’t completely embarrass himself. But you know, if he did, you could always spend the rest of the night with me.” Flash said as he threw his arm over your shoulder, causing you to scoff before shrugging it off. You started to walk ahead of him only for him to jog back up to you.

“You’re trying to hard Flash. I don’t hang out with people who put out for anyone with boobs.” You simply shrugged as you left Flash opened mouthed at your comment. Peter, from across the room, couldn’t help but listen in on your conversation, a sense of pride at your comeback. You spent the rest of the afternoon racking your brain with plans after plans. When school ended, you quickly found Peter at his locker and tapped his shoulder to gain his attention.

“Hey, Parker! What do you say we do something tonight? Maybe head over to Delmar’s and get some subs and then a Star Wars marathon?” you asked, biting your lip, hoping he’d agree. He gave you an apologetic smile and you knew you’d lost.

“I’m sorry. I can’t, I promised Ned that I’d go to Liz’s party with him tonight. Y-you’re welcomed to join us as well! As long as your parents are fine with it.” He offered as you sulked a little.

“My dad’s in India.” You mumbled, forgetting he has enhanced hearing as you hoped he couldn’t hear you. “Sounds like fun. Sure. Meet you there?” He nodded his head as you turned around to leave. Peter watched you leave as Ned came up behind him.

“Are you going to ask her out dude or not? I’m getting tired of watching you stare at her when she’s not looking.” Ned deadpanned as Peter groaned. He wanted to ask you out so bad, but he wasn’t sure if you even thought of him that way, if you even thought of him as more than a friend.

You picked up a sub on your way home anyways, falling on your bed as you ate it. You had to go to the party. You had to make sure Peter didn’t show up as Spider-Man and screw everything up. You glanced over to your closet, looking for something to wear to your first high school party. Running through the sweatshirts, T-Shirts, and pants you had you gave up, deciding to ask Nat for some help.

“Hey. So, I’m going to this… party… tonight, and I kind of need help with an outfit. I don’t think sweats and a band shirt are cutting it.” You muttered, trying to hide the embarrassment in your voice.

“Come on. Let’s see what we can do, Little Stark.” She grabbed your hand pulling you to her room as you both rummaged through her closet. She blasted some music and you both joked until you found what you wanted to wear. You ended up wearing tight blue jeans that fit your curves perfectly as well as a bright red, sleeveless peplum top. You curled your hair and pulled half up into a pony tail as the rest dangled off your shoulders. You looked put together but also nothing like you normally looked. “You look hot girl.” Nat said, voicing your thoughts. You giggled as she stood proud of her work.

“Thanks Nat. I have to go or else I’m gonna be late. See you when I get back?” you asked as you picked up your purse and threw your phone in. She hummed a yes before sending you on your way to Liz’s.

You sent Peter a text to let him know you were here before heading into the house. You quickly scanned around before your phone buzzed with a text telling you they were going to be there soon. You sighed before grabbing a cup and filling it with what you hoped was beer. You turned around after a few minutes when you heard Flash yell something over a microphone that sounded like ‘Penis Parker’. You grimaced before looking towards the door and catching sight of Peter and Ned walking into the house.

“Hey!” you yelled over the music as their heads turned towards you. Ned was quick to pull you in for a hug while Peter just stared wide eyes at you. “Peter?”

“H-hey! Y-you look nice-e.” he stammered as you grinned at him, biting your lip. You pulled in him for a hug and he squeezed you tightly as you whispered thanks in his ear. The party went on as you clung close to Ned and Peter, who couldn’t keep his eyes off you, not that he would want too. At some point you had separated to go to the bathroom, but when you came back you found Ned alone on the couch which sparked every red light in your head.

“Where’d Pete go?” you asked as Ned started yammering an excuse about something that you weren’t paying attention to. “Ok. Well, I’m going to get another drink.” You lied before running off outside. You looked around the building, quickly spotting the red and blue suit followed by a brown tussle of hair. “Really? Couldn’t even keep his mask on?” you whispered to yourself, throwing your hands up in annoyance. You were about to yell his name before an explosion occurred in the distance. You quickly looked over before turning just in time to see Peter fly off the building, right towards the big purple explosion in the sky. You quickly pulled out your phone to summon your suit before realizing you never fixed it after last night. Instead you dialed your dad’s number, knowing he was going to answer.

“Hey bug. What’s up?”

“Dad! I need you to send your suit! Put it through my phone so I can control it!” you panted as you started running, glad you decided against the heels Nat chose and went with your converse. “Can’t really explain, uh Peter, explosion in the distance, went after it, don’t know if he can handle it.”

“Ok. I sent the suit. What’s wrong with yours?” He asked completely forgetting about last night. “Right never mind, just remembered. Are-Are you running right now?”

You huffed a response before thanking him, hanging up your phone only to realize he was controlling it. “Damn it Dad. You couldn’t let me play hero. Or at least pick me up.” You didn’t have any eyes on the situation but you kept running, hoping you could be there fast enough. You felt like you were running for an hour, following the tracker on Peter’s suit, as you wounded up at a playground. You tried not to get close but Peter heard you, very out of breath and panting. Tony’s suit had just flown away and Peter was mad.

“Who’s there?” he yelled as you ducked behind a tree, cursing yourself at getting to close. Peter quickly threw his mask on as he looked through the trees, not seeing anything. “I can hear you. I know you’re there.” You felt your heart stop as you kept quiet. Peter carefully made his way closer, just in case you were dangerous. But when he saw you, bent over with your hands on your knees he couldn’t help but be confused. “What are you doing here?”

You looked up at him before looking down at the ground. “Damn, I need to run more. Look, just forget I was here Spider-Man. I didn’t see anything.” You put your hands up in surrender as your phone rang, buzzing against the ground as a picture of Tony and you popped up on the screen with big letters saying DAD. Peter’s eyes, or at least the big white eyes on the suit, widened as he looked down, picking up the phone before looking back at you.

“What the hell is this?” He tossed the phone to you and you denied the call. You could feel everything fall apart but only thing that let you have the upper hand is him not knowing you knew who he was.

“Why does it matter? My life doesn’t involve you, Spider-Man.” You challenged, hoping that he would drop it.

“Well it does when Mr. Stark is your father and you’re chasing after Spider-Man. So, tell me the truth Y/N. What the hell is this!” you didn’t catch how he said your name in enough time before you responded.

“It’s nothing Parker. I promise.” You froze. He froze. You let it slip so easily. What kind of spy were you? Peter reached up to pull his mask off and you saw how glossy his eyes were as he stared at you. You ruined it.

“You knew? This whole time you knew? What w-were you just a spy for M-Mr. Stark?”

Yes.

“Did any of this mean anything for you?”

Yes.

“Was I some mission?”

Yes.

“Peter…” you started. Your voice was on the edge of breaking as you reached your hand out to his, only for him to pull it away.

“NO! You were lying to me! Everything you said was just a lie!” His voice sounded so crush as tears fell from his eyes.

“Peter.” He turned to walk away before you ran in front of him, stopping his movements. “Please! Just hear me out!” He looked in your eyes but didn’t say anything, which you took as a go ahead. “When I was born I lived with my mom until she died and then I went to live with my father who had just came out as Iron Man. They decided to keep that a secret. They didn’t want the world to know Tony Stark had a kid and so I was hidden. But when you came into the picture, just a kid a few months older than me, my dad decided that they needed to watch you. So I was sent to Midtown and I wasn’t supposed to meet you, just watch from afar like I’ve done my whole life, but the more I watched, the more I got to know you and somehow you became my best friend. You became the guy I was in love with. I was never faking anything, ever.”

Your tears had flowed for a while now, both you and Peter broken hearted at your words. He didn’t say anything and you couldn’t speak anymore. You started to take a step backwards before Peter pulled you into him, locking your lips with his and you felt like you couldn’t breathe. It only lasted for a few seconds before he pulled away, taking a step back before facing you again.

“We’re done. I don’t want to see you anymore. I can’t trust you not to lie again. We’re done.” He muttered before flying away, leaving you in the playground with a broken heart. Your phone buzzed again and you ignored it, heading back towards the tower after your busy night. When your phone buzzed the last time you were about to throw it away before realizing what it was. Tony finally gave you control of the suit. You called it over, stepping inside as you flew up above the city, now heading anywhere but home.

This brings us back to you sitting on top of a random apartment building in Queens, eyes watery, throat closed, and legs dangling off the edge. Your dad’s voice echoed through your head.

“Don’t get involved.”

God you should’ve listened.

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Unforeseen Chasm (Part 56)

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together.

Word Count:1991

Warnings: Language, infinity war plot continues, Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my novels). It’s a collaboration with the amazing @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo​. It started as a funny “What if…?” and it evolved and got huge. This took two years to write. We are both proud and happy and we hope you enjoy it. It follows from Thor 1 to Endgame in the MCU. Some of the timelines may be off in order to fit certain people, and some characters may show up earlier or in different ways than they have in the movie. But for the most part, it follows the MCU. It also has a bit of crossover with some other Marvel characters throughout the story.

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“Do you have a plan?” Loki asked, as if he felt you already had one. The two of you stood in your apartment. It was eerily quiet and calm. Part of you wanted to stay in there where it was seemingly safe. You just wanted to grab Loki, wrap your arms around him, and pretend like none of this awfulness was happening. But you knew that was wrong. The universe needed you, both of you. Vision needed you. 

“No. I don’t,” you answered shakily. 

“Then what are we do--”

“I don’t know, okay? They can help Strange with the time stone. We need to get to Vision and warn him.” It was hard to keep the absolute panic out of your voice. Thanos… you’d escaped him once, but that was just barely. You knew it wouldn’t happen again, not now that he had two stones. He was about to complete his mission. 

“And then what?”

“Then we fight. We protect Vision, and the rest of the stones at all costs. Loki, he can not get those stones, you know as well as I do life will cease to exist,” you pleaded. 

“I know. Call Steve,” he said and you frowned ever so slightly. Loki had never, ever called him by any of his names. It was either Captain, or The Patriot. 

But he knew this was serious. It was no time to beat around the bush or be clever. 

Finally, the spell broke on you of the horror that snaked through both of you and you called him. 

“Hello?” His voice sounded wary.

“Steve? Steve, it’s Y/N. Do you know where Vision is?” 

“I may have an idea, why? What’s going on?” 

“Thanos, the guy that took Loki and me? Brainwashed us. He’s coming to Earth. He may already be here. He’s sending his minions to find the infinity stones. One of them is already in New York, with Strange. Tony, Shannon, and Wong are helping protect it. Vision has the other one. Thanos already has two. He can’t get these other ones, Steve. He just can’t. He will end life as we know it.” 

“Alright. What do you need me to do?” 

“Get to Vision. Tell me where he is. I can help protect him.” 

“He’s in Scotland. Glasgow. They’re staying at a hotel in downtown. Hang on… Grand Central Hotel.” 

“Okay. Meet you there. Hurry. Call him if you can.” 

“Will do.” 

With that, you hung up and turned to Loki. 

“We need to get to Scotland. Fast.”

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You were able to take one of Tony’s jets and use its near supersonic speed to get you to Scotland in a matter of a few hours. You found the hotel but Vision, and you were assuming Wanda, weren’t there. You began walking the streets, hoping to find them, or Steve, when you suddenly you heard a scream. 

Shit.

You and Loki took off running toward the sound. Only to find Wanda get catapulted into a store window and Corvus Glaive slam a scepter down onto Vision’s head, trying to draw out the stone. 

“Hey, fuck bag!” you yelled, your dark energy flowing out of you, hitting him and knocking him off of Vision. Proxima raised her spear and chucked it at you but Loki caught it just before it hit you and he hurled it back at her, knocking her to the ground. 

“Go!” you screamed to Wanda and Vision. She nodded, grabbing Vision with her power and going over the tops of buildings. “You gotta go through me, Corvus,” you said with a smirk. 

“Too easy,” he said as he charged at you but you raised your hands and electrified him but he raised his spear and shot a spark of power at you knocking you off your feet. Loki tried to keep Proxima busy but at one point, they got away from both of you, fighting Wanda and Vision all over the city, on rooftops. By the time you flew up to the rooftop though, they were already fighting towards a glass ceiling, several feet away from you.

They crashed into a train station where you finally caught up to them, only to find Vision badly hurt, Wanda trying to protect him, and Steve across the tracks. You smiled at him and he stepped forward. 

Natasha and Sam suddenly burst onto the scene, where Natasha stabbed Corvus in the stomach and you wanted to applaud her, but now was not the time. The three of them worked to fight Proxima and Corvus until Corvus lied on the ground and he couldn’t stand. 

“We don’t want to kill you, but we will,” Natasha said as you approached them. 

“You’ll never get the chance again,” she promised, which lit a fire inside you. 

A beam of light came down and retrieved them, making you turn to Nat angrily. “You should’ve killed them.” 

“What good would it have done?” she challenged. 

“You have no idea what’s coming,” you said with accusation. “If we have any flicker of hope against Thanos, we can’t let his army get back to him.”

“I killed one of them, what more do you want?” 

“I want every one who is in alliance with Thanos dead,” you deadpanned as you got close to her. 

“Alright, alright, take it easy,” Steve ordered gently before getting between you and Natasha.

“I can’t, Steve. The fate of the universe depends on us stopping him. We can’t let any of them go.”

“Well, I didn’t see you taking any fatal shots,” he remarked. The comment made you stiffen and sigh. He was right, and that destroyed you. This was your fault they were alive too. “Alright. Now we need to get back to base.”

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Steve, you, Nat, Vision, Wanda, and Loki walked into the Avengers Compound. Rhodey had been talking to Secretary Ross, the same man who sent most of your friends to jail. 

You immediately found Shannon. She was standing at a table, mumbling to herself. You didn’t see Tony and your heart skipped a beat. You approached her, bracing for whatever she was about to tell you.

“Look who's back!” She rushed to you and the others. “Are you guys alright?” She pulled back from hugging you and looked to see who needed healing. “Come here Wanda, let me get rid of that cut.” She got closer and cleared the cut leaving a little irritation.

You shook your head. “Shan, where’s Tony? Stephen?” Your heart was pounding, waiting for an answer, fearing the absolute worse.

She looked over to you and she held her chest and her eyes began to water. “Ton-Tony’s up in space and I lost signal,” she wiped her tears. “He went after Peter to get him off the ship and figure out what their plan was.”

You stood there baffled. “Wait. Shan,” you started, feeling a panic attack coming on. “Back up. How the hell did Tony wind up on that ship? And Peter? Parker? The fucking kid? He’s on the ship? And Stephen…” You choked down a sob. “Tell me they’re not all lost in space with that fucking Squidward asshole… What happened?” 

“One moment the three of us are fighting Maw and keeping Bruce safe, the next Peter swings in out of nowhere and is helping. Tony had him go after Maw because he took Strange and the time stone,” she was shaking really hard as she spoke. “Tony rushed after the two of them and had to enter the ship to get to them and I lost the signal once they were too far away.”

It felt as if all the blood had drained from you. “Stephen… is in the hands of Maw? With Tony and Peter and we can’t get ahold of them?” You started to really break down until Loki ran over and wrapped his arms around you, shushing you. He stroked your hair and kissed your head before pushing you slightly away from him. 

“Love, I know you're scared, but we have a problem. We need to address it, now,” he reminded softly, but sternly.

“You’re right,” you agreed, swallowing your tears. “Shannon,” you said before wrapping her in a tight hug. “I’m so sorry. We’ll find Tony, alright? We need to find Thanos first. He’s our main objective. Those three can handle that idiot Maw, okay?” You rubbed her arm, trying to keep her calm and refocus her, just as Loki had done for you.

“I know Y/N, there goes Tony again doing something crazy.” she tried to laugh but it made her cry more. “You’re right we need to focus.” In that instant she focused up and was in mission mode. “Alright this is what we know so far…” she went off to explain what she knew and let Steve continue.

“Alright, Y/N, Loki, you two spent the most time with Thanos out of everyone here, what does he want? What are we looking at?” Steve demanded once all the troops were rounded up. Bruce went to get cleaned up and Pietro had to be retrieved from his place in hiding.

“The biggest army in the universe,” you said without hesitation. “The only reason we didn’t win in New York is because subconsciously we didn’t want to. I’m not saying that to start a pissing contest. I’m stating it as a fact. With Thanos army alone, a monkey could win, but we didn’t want to.”

“Could’ve fooled us,” Rhodey remarked and you made a face of chagrin.

“So what’s his mission? What does he want?” 

“Annihilation. He wants to gather all six infinity stones and with the snap of his fingers, he can wipe out half of all life across the universe.” After Charles had removed your brainwashing a long time ago, he’d also somehow restored the memories of Thanos’s plans that you’d overheard time and time again on Sanctuary. Thanos probably removed them to make sure you didn’t betray him in any way. Now though, that knowledge was extremely useful and caused you no pain to remember it. You told the Avengers everything you could to help them. He had to be stopped at any and all costs.

“And he already has two,” Steve realized.

“Which is more than anyone has ever had, except for Loki and myself when we had the Tesseract and the scepter, but even then, they were in vessels. Now, the mind stone is on Vision’s head and Thanos crushed the tesseract to get the space stone,” you explained. 

“But back in New York we didn’t have Wanda or Vision,” Nat started. “Plus you and Loki are on our side now, right?” 

“Of course,” you said as if it was obvious. “You’ll have me, Shannon, and the rest of you. We have a chance, a better chance… but if we are facing Thanos himself… he’s like a rabid dog when it comes to these stones. He won’t stop until he has them all even Vision’s,” you solemnly told them as you peered at Wanda and Vision. 

They looked back at you with a look like they didn’t want to believe you but they knew that you were telling the truth.

“Then we have to protect it,” Natasha responded.

“No, we have to destroy it. I've been giving a good deal of thought to this entity in my head, about its nature. But also, its composition. I think if it were exposed to a sufficiently powerful energy source, something, very similar to its own signature, perhaps… its molecular integrity could fail,” Vision suddenly said, aiming it at Wanda.

“And you, with it. We're not having this conversation,” she remarked.

The next few minutes were spent debating on whether or not Vision’s stone had to be destroyed. You didn’t weigh in on the matter. This was Vision and Wanda’s choice. 

Finally, Bruce concluded that perhaps Wakanda would have the resources they needed to extract the stone, so that’s where everyone headed. 

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