#marvel Series

[ghostvat]

[damsel-with-dragon]

Marvel AU. Reference What If...? S03E03

It's "The Winter Soldier" and Bucky is attacking Steve, Sam, Nat and ofcourse Alexei (Red Guardian)

Alexei: By Lenin! It's the great Coney Island hero!!!

Steve: The what?!

Nat: The who?!

Sam: Is he like a feral robot from the amusement parks there? Is he feral because of you Alexei?

Alexei: no no no Sam. He is a hero. The great Coney Island hero. My friend. My best friend. He saved my life.

Sam: Man, I don't know. Seems like he is actively trying to unsave your life. Duck!!

*Bucky misses them by a small distance*

Alexei: yeah he gets murdery sometimes. And he doesn't remember me.

Steve: why not?

Alexei: it's a long story. But let me talk to him.

*he stands up and waves at Bucky*

Sam: Am I just about to witness the death of a super-soldier?

*Bucky shoots Alexei. Steve pushes Alexei. There is kerfuffle. Bucky's mask comes off.*

Steve: Bucky?!

Alexei: Steve! Language! Also it's f*cky not Bucky.

Steve: wh- no no that's his name. Bucky is his name

Alexei: you know the great Coney Island hero???? You never told me???

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[bionyxtrinity]

'𝚃𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚜*'

[sugarcube-stillabookworm]

the funniest bit in any marvel content is still and forever will be six minutes into the pilot of agents of shield when agent coulson hides in a dark corner waiting for ward to say he knows he's dead because he's level six just to step out in the light with "welcome to level seven". king of dramatic entrances

[frost-queen]

Witches road (Fem!reader x Agatha Harkness)

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Summary: Agatha seeks a coven to walk the witches path. Yet there is one name on the list, she had not thought about for a very long time. With no other faith, she follows a familiar to the darkest hour. [Witches road series]

Seekest thou the road to all that's foul and fair

A bell chimed.

Once, echoing hauntingly through her mind. Making her slowly turn back. Her gaze going up to the fence, seeing a black cat sit. It’s tail swishing from side to side. Agatha’s eyes widened, recognizing the cat so fondly. The cat meowed loud, making her jump out of her skin, hand pressed against her chest.

The cat’s green almond eyes piercing through her. It made her swallow deep as if being read by the cat. Agatha. She felt the world closing in on her as the cat kept staring back. Agatha. The cat’s head slightly bend forwards as it purred. Agatha.

Agatha. A hand grabbed for her shoulder, making her startle. Spinning round she came face to face with the teen. – “Are you alright Agatha?” – he asked furrowing his brows a bit. Agatha settled the fear in her expression, washing it away with a subtle change.

“Get a move on.” – she said giving the teen a shove. He stumbled forwards, looking confused back at her. Agatha gave him another shove when he wasn’t hurrying enough to her liking. The teen followed her to the divination shop. – “Let me do the talking.” – Agatha proposed slapping her hand against his chest.

The teen rubbed his chest mindlessly when Agatha adjusted the shawl around her shoulders. Entering the shop with a smile too grand. Putting on a thick accent, she proposed for a reading. Coming only with one purpose.

To find a coven to walk the witches road. To be rewarded at the end with her powers. Her powers that were taken from her when the darkhold was destroyed. Powers she desperately wanted back. Being vulnerable at the moment as the seven were coming.

The wind stilled as Agatha quirked an eyebrow up to Lilia. Confused looked Lilia down at the paper in her hand she had written vigorously on. – “This should be enough.” – she said giving the paper to Agatha to be rid of it. – “Now leave before I start charging you again.” – Lilia finished with a sway of her hand. Agatha curled up a smile. – “Well your name is on the list.” – she said turning the paper to her.

Lilia sighed loud as the teen approached her, handing her the address of Agatha. Agatha looked back down at the list, her gaze stopping at a certain name. A cat meowing chimed around her, startling her once more. Now there was no ignoring it. Something she had hoped to avoid for a very long time. Yet the chiming of a bell alerted her this was the path she needed to follow. A path that would lead her to someone she had long forgotten in the past. You.

“Who is next on the list?” – the teen asked once stepped outside. Agatha folded the paper in her hand. – “Shut it Toto.” – snapping her finger, she pointed at the car. The teen obeyed and got back in the car. Agatha tried to avoid the name on the list for as long as possible. Focusing on persuading the others to form a coven. A coven she needed for the witches road.

The teen and Agatha returned from the last one as she heard another cat meow. Making her turn her head to distinguish where the sound came from. To her surprise no black cat in sight. With furrowed brows, she walked to the car. Perhaps she had imagined it. Perhaps she had been fooling her head too much with it. Agatha and the teen got in the car. The car got in motion as the teen had to press the brakes hard. Making Agatha nearly fling forwards.

In the way stood a black cat. Staring hauntingly at Agatha. – “Agatha?” – the teen questioned when Agatha heard another chime of a bell. Numbly, she opened the door, getting up. The black cat meowed soft for her attention. – “Agatha?” – the teen repeated not sure what was happening. The cat meowed louder. Agatha didn’t move as the cat came running over to her.

Frightened Agatha stumbled back. – “Agatha? What’s going on?” – The teen could clearly see the fear on her face. Agatha was breathing loudly as the cat came jumping on the hood of the car. Meowing loud before turning his head in a direction. The cat jumped back down, strutting further up the road. Waiting in the middle for them.

“It want’s us to follow him.” – the teen said with a curious smile. Agatha shook her head inn protest. – “This familiar can’t lead us anywhere. Only to death and ruin.” – Agatha responded. Agatha got spooked hearing another hauntingly chime. The cat waiting patiently.

“I’m going to follow it.” – the teen said getting in motion. – “Toto!” – Agatha shout-whispered to keep him on his leash. The teen wasn’t listening making Agatha go after him. Down, down, down the road. Down the wide and wicked road. Leaves rustled with the wind around her. Blindly she followed the black cat, down, down, down the road.

The cat strayed from the path, leading to a woodsy part. Ground covered by brown crumbled leaves. Crunching beneath their feet. The teen looked happily back to Agatha. Agatha wary of what would await her at the end of the road. Another bell chimed as she could see appear between the trees a chapel. Agatha’s heart began thumping loudly as she entered the darkest hour. Following thy familiar down, down, down the road.

The black cat came to a halt underneath an archway. Agatha looked with wide eyes up to the archway. Cemetery. It read. – “Agatha?” – the teen said out loud, waiting for her guidance. The cat meowed once more, drawing her attention down. – “It can’t be…” – Agatha whispered. Knowing only blood, tears and bones awaited her. Down, down, down the road.

The cat got in motion once more as Agatha moved past the teen to enter the cemetery. Nothing but death and ruin breathing. With each step she felt her heart heavy down. Following thy familiar down the road. Her gaze fully fixated on the cat. Not straying from the path. The cat went down the path, disappearing as it made Agatha stop.

Gasping loud at the headstone. Reading thy name on it. The black cat appeared once more, having jumped on top of the headstone. Laying down, his tail swaying down over your name. The teen came joining Agatha, pantingly.

Agatha pulled out the crumbled piece of paper, unfolding it. There she read it once more. Your name. Salem was the last time she had seen you. Haven no idea you were dead. The bell chimed as it made Agatha look shockingly up. Seeing the bell move slowly, waiting for the next chime. Two more chimes rang, deafening the century. Earthly and divine. The cat looked down at the ground.

A second later, broke a hand free. Grabbing for Agatha’s ankle. The sudden grip made her look down with a scream. Lifting her foot up, the hand got pulled out more, revealing more of an arm. The grip faltered around her ankle as she stumbled back. The teen preventing her from tripping. Her eyes widened when another hand shot out from the ground. 

Feeling the wind around her set off. Swirling around her. The pair of hands were crawling for a way out. Down, down, down the road. Down the witches road. Carried along the wind. The earth tangling as an opening was made. A head popped out with a loud gasp. Hair caught with sand and leaves.

Agatha sunk to her knees watching you crawl out of the grave. A hand against her heart, with a heaviness in her eyes. The cat jumped down from the headstone coming to sit before you as you pulled out your legs. Reaching your mudded hand out, you petted your familiar. Then you slowly rose. Naked to the flesh. Risen from the grave. – “Y/n.” – Agatha whispered out. Tilting your head up, you greeted her with a trickery expression.

The bell chimed once more as it made Agatha grasp for her heart. – “I heard you seek the witches road.” – you said. Agatha slowly rose, holding her hand out to touch your cheek. Wanting to be certain you were here. You let your cheek brush against her palm with your eyes closed. Enjoying her touch.

“I’m sorry Agatha, but who is she?” – the teen questioned with a confused look. Agatha gazed upon you fully, smirking a bit. – “Y/n.” – Agatha responded holding her palms against your cheeks once more. In her eyes, you saw a question waiting to be answered. – “I hold death's hand in mine. Primal night, giveth sight. Familiar by thy side” – you told her. Agatha smiled.

She quickly undid herself off her jacket, giving it to you. You pulled her jacket closer to you, to give yourself warmth. Your eyes fell upon the locket dangling around her neck. It made you reach out to touch it. Letting your finger brush over the roughness of it. – “You’ve kept it.” – you spoke with a soft smile. She took your hand, placing a kiss on your knuckles.

“It is dangerous to seek out the witches road.” – you told her, lowering your hand. – “That is why I need you.” – she replied. It made you quirk your eyebrow up, looking briefly down at your familiar. – “My familiar says you have been avoiding him. Were you afraid to see me Agatha?” – you questioned.

Agatha chuckled nervously. – “Well…” – she started, gasping loud as you had grabbed her by the throat. Squeezing your fingers in her skin. – “Bound by earth and buried by thy coven from your mistakes.” – you reminded her, squeezing her airpipe shut. Agatha was grasping for air.

“Y/n let her go!” – the teen begged. With one last squeeze, you let go. She dropped to the ground, grasping for air. Agatha looked up to you, holding her neck. You walked past her, humming loudly. Down, down, down the road. Down the witches road. You sang hauntingly with a smile, leaving the cemetery behind you.

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[justkending]

Mr. & Mrs. Hunt (Chapter 1)

Mini-Series Summary: Two of the most stubborn people in the group partnered together for an undercover mission are also the two people with the most hatred for each other, so what could go wrong? Or is it, what COULDN’T go wrong?…

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger Reader

Word Count: 2700+

A/N Note: OK! Here we go! I'm excited to share this mini-series and what's to come in it. It's a lot more in-depth than I thought it would be, but I love it. I hope you do as well :) Anyway! As always, please let me know what you think, and all comments are welcome!

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“And you chose those two to go on a task together?” Steve exasperated, running a hand over his face as he looked over the video footage in front of them.

“Everyone else was on a mission,” Tony exclaimed. 

“That and it doesn’t matter what their petty vendettas against each other are. They’re professionals at the end of the day that better get their God damn acts together before I personally make them regret it,” Fury countered. 

“Undercover newlyweds seems like a risky assignment for them,” Nat added. “Steve and I have done it before. We can-”

“No, you can not,” Fury cut them off and clicked a button on his desk that swapped the video footage of druglords to a file slowly scrolling. “You both have an assignment I’m sending you in the next hour in correlation to this case. So without your work, theirs is pointless. Got it?”

Nat and Steve shared a quick look before the blonde gave him a curt nod for him to continue. 

Fury went on to explain how an insider of the criminal group had confirmed shipments, including hostages working as drug mules and other illegal substances that hadn’t been tested yet across US borders. A whole operation in itself, but Bucky and Y/N’s job would give them information the current insiders they had on the job weren’t able to attain. 

Y/N and Bucky’s undercover assignment was to act as newlyweds, infiltrate the front runners of the group, and try to become a proven alliance in hopes of joining the group in their ‘business’.

“So we’re on standby with information until they have leads to help our end?” Steve concluded. 

“Yes. And vice versa. You’re running tactical, and they’re running intelligence, although a mix in between,” Fury nodded, handing them a paper copy of the mission.

“And it can’t go the other way?” Nat asked. 

“Your faces have become much too well known in the last few years for it to be passable,” Tony added, arms crossed and reclined in the rolling office chair he couldn’t see to keep stationary. “Bucky doesn’t care for the public eye and has changed appearances since his run from the government, and no one can forget America’s sweetheart over here,” he motioned to Steve.  

“I’ve changed identities enough to get by,” Nat shrugged, watching the brunette carefully. 

“Yes, but Y/N’s face hasn’t graced the nationwide flatscreens nearly as much as yours,” he smiled spryly and fluttered his eyelashes. “Plus, it’s already been decided, so we’re moving on from the argument.”

“How long of an operation are we talking about here if the two have to create a relationship with the front runners of this?” Steve asked.

“Depends on how well the couple can sell it,” Fury crossed his arms. “Speaking of the couple.”

“Shove me again, and you’ll lose another limb that you’ll miss far more than that arm,” Y/N growled as she pushed past the massive body blocking her way into the meeting room. 

“There’s a thing called manners, and it’s free to use them,” Bucky grunted as she shoved him with surprising strength that made him slightly teeter. 

 The group outside of the new additions gave each other a hopeless look. 

“I give it two days,” Steve sighed, resting his head on his fist and watching them as they struggled to find the last open chair. Y/N came on top of the scrabble and shoved him again for extra measures. 

“Jackass,” Bucky mumbled as he leaned against the wall behind her, kicking her chair in extra annoyance. 

“Bitchass,” Y/N retorted, throwing a middle finger behind her. 

“I think you give them too much credit,” Nat let out a dry chuckle before turning to Fury. “Please, break the news to the two idiots so I can have a highlight of this night.” 

“What news?” Y/N furrowed her eyebrows to Fury. She was one of the few people who didn’t show fear towards the walking intimidation of a man. 

“Your next mission,” Tony answered in a long breath. “Where you and Barnes will be known as Mr. and Mrs. Hunt.”

“Excuse me?” Bucky gawked and stood straighter in his spot.

“What’s the date today?” Y/N asked at the same time. 

Bucky came around from her back and gave her a worried yet disgusted look. “I’m sorry. For what reason are you worried about the date?”

She never took her eyes off Fury. “I’m just trying to clarify if it’s April 1st or not because this is a poorly done April Fools joke,” she held an equally intimidating stare at the master in front of her. 

“It’s June. You’re off by a few months,” he replied, unphased and unbreaking. 

“Then I’d like some clarification on who needs a fucking lobotomy, considering that’s the dumbest fucking idea I’ve heard today. And I’ve been around this dumbass for the last 12 hours already,” she jabbed a finger back at Bucky, whose nostrils were flaring. 

“Real classy, Princess,” he said lowly. 

“Thanks, I like to keep it that way, Cyborg,” she replied without turning to him. “But seriously, is it you, Fury, that needs a Psych eval because there is no way in hell you thought this idea would actually work out in your favor.”

The room was silent as the two most intense people in the room had a stare-down. Eventually, Fury spoke up with a smirk on his lips. 

“You better figure the fuck out how to make it work in my favor because any other way isn’t really an option for you, Sergeant Y/L/N.” 

Before Y/N could fire another remark that would likely have put anyone else six feet in the ground, Bucky cut her off. “What’s the mission?”

Y/N finally gave Bucky her attention with a stern face freckled with annoyance. “Teacher’s pet.” Bucky made a face at her before she turned around. 

Fury went on to explain the mission on both their end and Nat and Steve’s. From the sounds of it, it was going to take months of convincing some dicks in the drug trafficking business (covering as presidents of the homeowner association club) that they wanted in on their scheme in order to get the information no one else seems to be able to steal.

“How many sundresses do you own, Y/N? Because I don’t think your rock band, ripped jeans, and Doc Martens are going to convince anyone you’re the baked-you-a-fresh-pie-as-a-hello-to-the-neighborhood-kind of wife,” he added, emphasizing the label he had already created for her undercover character.

“How are they going to take to a half-robotic husband?” she shoved his vibranium hand off the back of her chair.  

“I have technology for that,” Tony jumped in. 

“And I have your credit card for a new wardrobe, so I guess that solves both those problems,” she flashed a fake smile at Tony before crossing her arms snuggly across her chest. 

“You’re gonna have to leave that attitude at home, too,” Bucky got down to whisper in her ear, and he moved fast enough before she could sucker punch him in the face.

“Why not just arrest these two? Why go through the whole process of undercover work if we know they’re running the operation?” Y/N questioned, pivoting side to side in her chair as she thought aloud.

“Because there isn’t solid evidence, thanks to their associates being connected enough to cover shit up,” Fury answered. “And we believe there are multiple parties of their stature in the game. Meaning, we arrest them, the others scatter, and we risk losing a lot of information and take 20 steps back from where we’re at.” 

“Hmm,” she nodded as she stared off into a void space in the room, calculating her approach to this. 

“You’re actually considering this?” Nat asked. “I expected more of a fight.”

“I’m telling myself that it’s the drugs and possible human trafficking I’m doing this for, and tormenting Bucky along the way will be a bonus instead of a nuisance,” she replied with a weak smile like she was still convincing herself that.

“Smart,” Nat shrugged and gave an agreeable face.

“Your flights are leaving in four and a half hours, so I suggest packing your bag of necessities before we ship you off,” Tony sat up from his chair, stretching. “Any other things you need will be provided at the house already set up for you two to play the part of newlyweds. And get used to that word because it's about to become extremely annoying hearing it on repeat. Barnes comes with me to get that looking more human-like,” he pointed at his arm before walking out. 

Bucky scanned over the file in hand and let out a sigh. “We couldn’t get stationed beach somewhere in Hawaii?” 

“You’ll find the mountains rather eye-catching this time of the year,” Fury typed a few things on his desk and clasps his hands behind his back. “And that you don’t have a choice either way. Dismissed.” 

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Y/N’s POV

The amount of junk they had pawned off to us as “newlywed cargo” seemed excessive. Brand new appliances were still in boxes unopened, letters on them saying who had gifted them to us as our “wedding gift” littered the kitchen and entryway. 

I was currently in the guest room unpacking a box of linens and bedding in the spare closet. My mind was a hundred miles away from my physical body, but somehow, I had managed to organize the closet in a surprisingly efficient manner while on autopilot. 

“Honey,” Bucky’s voice came from the hallway, and I took advantage of the times I wasn’t being watched to roll my eyes at the pet name. Before I could respond with a snarky comment, he followed up with, “The next-door neighbors are here to introduce themselves. Wanna come say hi?” 

Showtime. 

“Be right out!” I shouted back, standing from my spot, crouched to the ground, and brushing off one of the many new sundresses now taking up space in my closet.

For clarity, it’s not that I was against them; it just wasn’t my usual taste. Though the freeness of no pants was starting to rub off on me…

Coming around the corner of the hallway to our homey new abode, I plastered an award-winning smile on my face and scanned the two individuals in front of Bucky. I gave Bucky a silent look that read, “Hey sweetheart,” to outsiders and, “The assholes in question?” to a trained eye. 

“Doll,” Bucky started, nodding his head once at my true question and matching my step to wrap an arm around my waist, pulling me close for extra show. “This is Reginold and Bethanne Bauer. They’re our neighbors right across the street from us,” he introduced, adding a squeeze to my hip that I countered with a pinch to his side that he chuckled off. 

The physical touch was for show, but I knew he used it as a way to irritate me further, too. Lucky for me, it’s a two-player game. 

“Please, call me Reggie,” the middle-aged man offered his hand.

The man looked like he played the role of a typical white male living in a cookie-cutter home, but his build showed he wasn’t on the unfit side of things. From the files, he was 42 years old, and he obviously had kept his health a priority because he could have been in his mid 30s, from what I gathered. 

“You must be Charlotte,” Bethanne said, jumping in when her husband didn’t release my hand in a timely manner. “My my, you’re far more beautiful up close,” she said with a sweet smile, though any woman could recognize the hint of judgment in them. 

Bethanne Bauer was a 5’6”, 38-year-old lady with darker blonde hair and a figure that showed she likely was a pilates guru who didn’t take many days off. Her Lululemon leggings and slicked-back bun confirmed this assessment. 

“Well, aren’t you sweet,” I replied with a nose crinkle and a firm squeeze of my hand before drawing it back to rest on Bucky’s chest. “We appreciate you coming by and introducing yourself,” I smiled up to Bucky, who was already looking down at me (what a showman). I leaned my head in the nook of his shoulder as I turned back to them. “We were so nervous about starting over in a new state and weren’t sure what the community would be like. But everyone’s been so kind here in Montana, and you guys are just proving that point.” 

“Oh, this neighborhood is like a family,” Reggie replied, keeping his eyes on me. I'd feel uneasy if I didn’t know how to disarm a man in five hundred ways, but I knew more than 500 ways to get a man like the one in front of me to grovel. “So much so, you may be under careful watch for a while,” he winked, and I forced a laugh out, Bucky pulling me closer to his side at the harmless threat. “I’m just joking with ya,” he waved off with a boisterous laugh of his own, and Bethanne rolled her eyes. 

“He thinks he’s a comedian,” she playfully patted his shoulder. “But really, if you guys need anything at all, we are just a shout away. Or, our welcome to the neighborhood gift basket has our phone numbers in it, too, if you prefer to call.” 

Off to the side, I noticed a cellophane wicker basket with baked goods, a wine bottle, and some gift cards in it. Bucky must have accepted it before I got in here.

“You all are too kind,” I gushed, putting a hand on my chest in appreciation. “See honey,” I swatted Bucky’s chest, getting a tiny grunt from him. “I told you we would find a home here. I have a good feeling about this community,” I winked back at them with a wide grin. 

I could see the studying eyes on the woman and decided to act oblivious to her assessing. 

“Can I ask y’all a quick question?” I asked, a twinge of a southern accent I hadn’t pulled in ages coming out casually. “Where is the best grocery store around here? I’ve heard mixed things about the two stores y’all have, and you guys seem to have great taste, so,” I motioned to the gift basket. 

Bethanne listed a few of the stores they go to, ones I had researched on our flight here to get a better grounding of our new home. Of course, they were the more high-end stops. Eventually, the Bauers excused themselves for a neighborhood meeting they had planned, and Bucky and I were left alone. As soon as the door shut, I moved to the kitchen to grab a notepad. 

“Have we unpacked the pens, Beau?” I asked loudly, using Bucky’s fake name, which he seemed to know why right off the bat.

“Second drawer by the fridge,” he motioned, opening the basket and going through it, our charades still continuing. 

“I had a few things we need to grab from the store and thanks to our helpful neighbors, we know the best spot now,” I mindlessly talked as I wrote on the note; Check for bugs.

A welcome basket was fine and dandy, but considering who it was from and how quick they were to be at our doorstep—not even two hours into the moving vans' pull-up—I knew the drill, and so did Bucky as he listed out aloud what was in the gift. 

“Wow, they got us Doordash gift cards,” he smiled, placing them on the marble counter. “Wanna eat in tonight? Maybe a local spot?” 

“Sounds good to me,” I hummed, coming around the island corner and placing the notebook beside it. “Oh, did you find their number? We can ask if they have any suggestions.”

Placing the pen on top of the notepad for Bucky to respond, I moved to look in the basket myself and grabbed the note they had attached to it. 

“Eat in, drink some wine, and,” he circled the word ‘bugs,’ confirming the suspicion before leaning on the counter and looking at me with communicative eyes that didn’t match his words. “Watch a movie if I can get the TV set up by then.”

“Sounds like a date,” I smiled, but the annoyance that we had to be playing our characters until we could dispose of the bug was playing in my eyes.

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[seaside-storm]

KATHRYN HAHN as AGATHA HARKNESS Agatha All Along (2024) 1.02

[maestro-of-miscellany]

"All roads lead to me" - Rio Vidal

you can't tell me the 'R' on the wall of the tunnel next to agatha leading to the rest of the road was just a coincidence from the cinematographers

[idkbroletssee]

Yk how teenagers watch TV shows & stan charismatic villains, but actually cannot take the trauma that comes with the finality of death irl? That's 16y old Billy & Agatha for you. THAT scene was very much a loss of innocence scenario. He seems to have grown since. Something has shifted.

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He is still a kid with boundless abilities that manifest in ways he doesn't have control over....oh. There you get your Agatha & Billy parallel. How did it not occur to me yet. More on this here

Though Agatha's case is a tad different cuz I don't know where her lack of control roots from.

[ynscrazylife]

THE BAT IN THE SHADOWS 🦇🕸️

— MASTERLIST

Summary: Bruce Wayne is the happiest he’s ever been in a while. He has a beautiful wife, amazing children, and is stopping crime left and right as Batman. All that shatters when you, his wife, mysteriously disappears.

Pairings: Bruce Wayne x Wife!Reader, Batfamily x Batmom!Reader, Avengers x Reader (Platonic)

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

[nalian0vna]

X-Men '97 season finale cameos

[damsel-with-dragon]

Echo was Marvel's redemption.

It was a beautiful show from beginning till the end.

But no one will talk about it.

Just like no one talked about Ms. Marvel or Hawkeye.

People will still say post Endgame Marvel is going to hell.

Cause we have another woman hero amongst us.

[jiyascepter]

the way i screamed when i saw him-

[ghostvat]

[lighttheghost]

⚠️Loki Spoilers⚠️

[frost-queen]

Witches road // part 3 (Fem!Reader x Agatha Harkness)

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Summary: the second trial awakens this time a generations curse. Despite the past, Agatha and you keep being drawn to each other. Not sure how much longer thy hearts can keep shutting each other out. [Witches road series]

If one be gone, we carry on, spirit as our guidе.

With an twisted feeling in your stomach, you all hovered above Sharon’s dead body. She for sure was dead. – “Well RIP Mrs. Hart. Shall we go now.” – Agatha said cold hearted. It made Jen look shockingly at her. – “Have a bit of decency.” – she exclaimed. – “A woman’s dead.” – she finished. – “Yes and Teen and Alice are digging her a nice grave. Hoorah to her.” – Agatha replied.

“Agatha!” – Lilia shouted making her groan loud. Agatha’s gaze went towards you for back-up except you gave her none. Simply shaking your head as it was wrong of her to mock a dead one. Agatha sighed deep taking a moment of silence, before being cheerful again. Sharon was properly buried.

Teen locked his arm through yours, leading you away from her grave. Having seen a distance stare in your eyes. Reflected with memories of pain. You followed him obeying, letting someone else take care of you. – “Are you alright Y/n?” – he asked a bit concerned.

You looked down at him with a smile. – “All better now.” – you answered, letting your hand rub up and down his arm. Still locked in arms, you followed the others down the leavy road. Wondering where the road would take you next. Knowing another trial was at hand. It wasn’t a question of what but a question of when.

As if summoned a house stood leading to the end of the road. A breeze of wind caught a few crumbled leaves along the way, sending it flooding over your feet. Looking up, you sensed there was something in the wind. Alice had frozen, staring at the house. – “I’m not doing this!” – she called out, going back.

Agatha rolled with her eyes, going after her. Taking a step forward, your arm slipped out of his. Blinking rapidly, you saw everyone go after Agatha, not wanting to be split up. Teen tugged on your sleeve as you went along.

“Alice stop!” – Agatha shouted. Alice stopped, not out of Agatha’s calling but off the horror she saw before her once more. The house cutting the end of the road. – “Well…” – Agatha said with clasped hands. – “You can run away from it, but the road will always make it work somehow.” – she finished with a wicked smile. It made Alice give her a glance of annoyance.

“The only way is forwards.” – you said stepping to the front to take the lead. Teen right behind you, followed by Lilia and Jen. Agatha closed the line with Alice. The next trial. Fire. As you entered, you felt a soft strangeness over you. One you had felt before at the first house. Looking down at yourself, you saw the change of wardrobe again. Your gaze fell on Agatha as she seemed to have had the same thought.

She curled up a smile upon your appearance, clearly liking what she saw. It made you give her a soft glare before turning away. As the first house, there needed to be a clue. Something that would set up the trial. Alarm it of it’s awakening. Your familiar strayed after you, never going far.

Your familiar hopped onto the music board as you had entered the producer’s room. Letting your finger glide over the buttons, you heard the door behind you. Glancing over your shoulder, you saw Agatha had entered. She came leaning against the panel, blocking your path. Her gaze low on you as her gaze slowly trailed up. Focused on your chest, neck, lips then eyes. Something she had buried deep down enough bubbling up.

“What?” – you called out seeing her tilt her head. – “You clearly resent me for something.” – she said, tapping her finger against her throat. Hinting the hurt you had inflicted on her not so long ago. It made you scoff mockingly, turning your head away. Agatha observed your body language for a hint. – “You deceived me.” – slowly coming closer to her. – “You could’ve chosen a different path.” – you made clear poking her in the chest.

“You made me realise one thing Agatha.” – you told her, seeing her quirk her eyebrow up curiously. – “It was all a lie.” – you whispered out, pushing her a bit back. In her eyes reflected confusion and heartbreak. The feeling of guilt if truly she was the cause of your demise. One she still wasn’t sure how occurred. Having been told you were gone. Having taking the road to never return. To leave Salem behind. To leave her behind. Having taken a different path away from her.

Agatha leaned closer to you, cupping your cheeks. It made you draw closer to her as well. Gaze switching between her eyes and lips. The desire clear as a crystal ball within the both of you. Agatha’s lips were near yours, already feeling her breath on yours. – “I haven’t forgiven you.” – you said making her snap out of it. Agatha let go of you as the moment was over. Deep down, you wanted to beg her to hold you once more. To kiss you once more as she has done so many decades ago. Please, please. Another part of you still hadn’t forgiven her. For your faith all started with her.

The playing of a record broke through the enchantment of her past. Cutting through her misery memories. The two of you rushed into the main room where everyone was. – “Turn it off!” – Jen shouted covering her ears up. – “It told me to play it.” – teen said, holding a paper up. You knelt down, covering up your familiar’s ear instead of your own.

Letting it drive your ears insane with pain just to protect your familiar. Agatha was looking your way. With a battle cry, she ran towards the record player, smashing it on the ground. The music or rather backwards chanting disrupted to silence. Lilia, Jen and you looked at each other, briefly checking up with each other. They were all good. The ticking of a metronome made you jump out of your skin. The trial has begun.

What dark ending would it conjure in thy final moments. Lilia’s scream went through bone and marrow. Eyes widening as you saw the smoke lift from her body. As if her soul was being sucked out, lighting the body with it’s weight. Alice jumped in immediate action. Speaking out a charm whilst drawing a circle around her. Lilia suffering from the fires of hell. Having knocked on the gates of hell to release it’s inner fire. Once the circle was sealed it lifted her spirit.

No more screams and no more burning. A moment later Jen screamed, demanding Alice to protect her. Agatha had her eyes on Alice. Knowing what it was. Confronting her about the family curse. A curse send down through generations. Attention drawn away to the floor, feeling the room tilt with an eerie feeling. You sensed it before it even made an effort.

Teen was in the way as you elbowed him away to take his stand. Teen dropped to the ground with a thud. A gush of wind hitting you right in the chest. Picking you up and sending you, breaking through glass. Glass shattering into sharp pieces. – “Y/n!” – Jen, Lilia and Alice shouted loud in a panic. All Agatha could do was stare with shock at the broken glass. Only when the others got in motion, ran she faster to get there before them.

She quickly knelt down beside you, brushing some glass from off your body. – “Y/n?” – she said with worry in her voice. The others kneeling around you. You coughed loud as Alice helped you up. – “I think your curse hit me.”  - you said with half a smile. It made them all laugh out of relieve. You supported on Alice to get back up.

“You need to end this.” – Agatha told Alice. A sternness in her gaze that meant she wasn’t toying around. This could take their soul. Alice shook her head, slowly backing away. All her live she felt there had been devils around her. All curses that wanted her dead before the day was done. Agatha grabbed her firm by the shoulders.

“You must sing the song you’ve despised your entire life.” – Agatha explained to her. Alice kept shaking her head. – “The song was her charm. A protection spell just for you. Have you not wondered why the curse hasn’t taken you fully. Because every day, anywhere there is someone playing your mother’s song.” – her words inspiring Alice.

Her anger slowly settling for sadness. A grief carving in her heart. For it bled deeper than anger. A shift in her gaze gave Agatha the strength that she would succeed. Instruments were divided as you went to sit behind the drums. Waiting for Alice her cue. Lorna’s ballad. Her version of the witches road.

I have learned the lesson of all that’s foul and fair.

Our love was forged in fire, water, earth and air.

The spell is cast, how long it lasts.

Hitting the drums, you followed along Alice’s guidance. Agatha’s singing filling the room. With each word, you felt a shift in the wind. Something present, yet unseeable. Down, down, down the road. Down the witches road. The house shaking. Fires erupted from behind you. Warming your back with a smothering heat.

Rising up to the ceiling like the consuming fires of hell. Hell fire blazing with rage. Hitting the drums harder, you were panted loud. Down, down, down the road. Down the witches road. Your familiar jumped on your shoulder, sending a pressing on your body. Blinking confused, you suddenly got aware of something.

Letting your gaze go down. Vision blurred from the piece of glass you saw sticking out of your side. Blood dripping out. Swallowing nervously, you continued to play the drums. Drowning the vision out, focussing on the more pressing matter.

Alice called it out, her eyes full of horror. Looking up there was the creature. Send from hell to conflict pain. Your familiar hissed at it. The creature screeched loud as it made Alice stop the piano. – “I… I can see it.” – she said in utter shock. Shock that this creature had been tormenting her for so long. – “Keep going!” – Agatha shouted at her. Aware of the fires erupting around them.

Slamming the drums hard, you wanted to get Alice’s attention. Needing her to continue if she ever wanted to get rid of her curse. – “Smoke him out!” – you shouted loud. Alice took a determined breath, playing the piano keys once more. The creature took off flying straight down to Alice. It’s claws burned once it grabbed onto her shoulders.

Yelping it out in pain, she continued. Taking over Agatha’s singing. For Lorna. For her mother she was singing her heart out. Sweat having formed on your forehead, you kept playing, panting loud. From ash thy are born and to ash thy shall return. The creature evaporated into nothingness through the fires of hell.

The piano lifted up, revealing the end. You got up from behind the drums, coming nearer. – “Wonderful.” – you said before dropping to the ground. Having passed out. – “Y/n!” – Agatha called out running over to you. Her hand hovering over the piece of glass sticking out of your body. Your familiar meowing loud, letting his nose brush against your cheek for a reaction. – “Quickly, help me!” – Agatha called out.

Lilia and Jen helping her. Teen picked up your familiar, carrying her while going through the piano. Stroking him soothingly to calm him down. Outside Agatha ordered for you to be placed down. Jen took out the glass. – “There’s so much blood.” – Alice commented with a pained expression.

Agatha stood before you, holding you down by your shoulders. – “Do something. Help her!” – she cried out. Begged. – “Jen!” – she shouted catching her attention. – “Please…” – she pleaded. Begged. – “What do you need to heal her?” – Lilia asked. – “Water and moonlight.” – Jen answered. Alice went to fetch water. Returning back to her with it. With worry Agatha was watching Jen perform the spell.

“Please…” – she whispered lowering her head against yours. Jen rushed to you, making Agatha lift her head back up. Sniffing loud to wipe the tears away she wasn’t aware of were there. Jen dropped the water on your wound. Watching carefully as the wound faded away. No mark, no scar to hint you were ever bleeding. Having set up a little camp for you, Agatha decided to sit with you.

Sit close to you, holding herself as she stared into the distance. Sometimes her gaze would be on you. Keeping a close eye on you. Sniffing loud, she wiped some stained tears away. She took a deep breath, adjusting her posture. Straightening her back, rubbing her hands down her legs when she saw you move.

“Good, you’re awake.” – she said in her cheerful saying you knew were just a glamour. A glamour to hide her true feelings. Sitting carefully up, you still felt a bit out of strength. Agatha kept looking at you, nodding her head with a faint smile. Seeing her lip quiver just that little. Hinting she was doing her very best not to cry.

“You can’t get rid of me that easily.” – you responded brushing your hands off. Agatha smiled. – “Good, for I’m not letting you.” – she answered. Before you could answer she got up. – “Rest enough for I need your strength later.” – she said walking off. Sitting by your own, you looked around.

Fingers digging through the dirt, turning your wrist, picking up some dirt. Letting it crush in your palm before letting it drop by opening your hand. With a heavy sigh, you got up to join the others. The others were intrigued by your presence You came to sit down with a heavy sigh. Your familiar who was still on Teen’s lap, got up and ran across towards you. Snuggling up to you as you petted it.

“Y/n tell us, do you have any battle scars?” – Jen asked. Glancing to the side, you saw Agatha roll her sleeve back down. With a soft breath, you started rolling up your sleeve. The other’s eyes widening at the scar marks going in thin lines around your arm. Rolling your other sleeve up as well, you revealed the same marks.

“Where did you get these?” – Agatha asked in shock, having never seen them before. Staring in front of you, you were pulled back to the memory. Standing barefoot. The sound clear in your mind, making you gasp loud. A thorny root wrapped around your arm.

Strangling around your arm like a snake slithering. Swaying your hand forward another root strapped around your other arm. Keeping you in place. Fighting to be released. Calling it out with every might as another one strapped around your ankles. Limbs struggling and pushing against the restrains. With a mighty pull from thy earth you dropped with a thud to the ground.

Clawing your way for a grip as the roots kept strangling around you. Screaming and shouting for help. The women in front of you not moving an inch. Standing in a line before you, palms up. Crawling your way out, the roots dragged you over the ground. Dragging, dragging till you tilted down a nothingness below you. The heavens growing smaller as the darkness consumed you.

Strengthened by earth to earth you shall be send.

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