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Steve Rogers: "Language!"
Tony Stark: "What? I didn't say anything."
Steve Rogers: "You were thinking it really loudly."
#spiderman#tony stark#avengers#marvel#marvel incorrect quotes#marvel mcu#avengers incorrect quotes#the avengers#hulk#bruce banner#steve rogers#captain america#tony#iron man#iron dad#hawkeye#black widow#thor#loki#sheild
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Be Safe - Bucky Barnes
Bucky x Fem!Reader
Warnings: mention of Bucky losing his arm
Word count: 1,138
Summary: 1940’s - What if they found Bucky after the fall? What if HYDRA never took him?
Authors Note: Neat little idea I had and I LOVE it!
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“You promise that you’ll both be safe?” Y/n was worried about her boys. Y/n and Peggy were very similar in the way they fought alongside the men. But they weren’t allowed to go on every mission. When they couldn’t be there it made the two women more anxious. Peggy worried about Steve, and Y/n worried for her friend Steve, but mostly for her husband Bucky. Jame Buchanan Barnes. The love of her life.
“We’ll try.” Steve smiled at his lifelong friend.
“We’ll come back, doll.” Bucky stated reassuringly. He smiled at her and kissed her cheek. “Promise.”
“You can’t promise that.” Y/n wished she could just believe him but that's not how war works.
“I’ll come back to you, doll. I promise and I’ll bring this punk back with me.” Bucky rested his forehead to her’s, not a worry in his eyes. He truly believed the words he was telling her.
“We gotta go back.” Steve spoke up standing next to Peggy. Steve smiled at Y/n as the couple pulled apart. “Bye, y/n/n. We’ll be back soon.”
Peggy and Y/n stood next to each other as the two women watched their men leave. Y/n couldn’t help the feeling that something was gonna happen.
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Y/n tired to keep busy, keep her mind off the fact that Bucky was in danger.
Luckily they came back before nightfall of the next day. Peggy and Y/n smiled as they saw Steve, knowing Bucky wouldn’t be far behind. But when Y/n saw him on a stretcher that's when her heart rate picked up drastically.
“Bucky?” Y/n said out loud in shock at his state before her eyes. “Oh my God.” she covered her mouth at the site of him missing his arm.
“He’s stable, okay? They're gonna help him.” Steve pulled y/n into him, comforting her the best he could. Steve held her tight hoping to calm her, knowing how scared she must be. Bucky was covered in blood and missing his arm.
“What happened Steve?” Y/n asked pulling back some to look up at the blonde. Peggy rested a comforting hand on Y/n’s shoulder. Y/n was trying to keep her emotions in check. Be strong but it was getting increasingly harder.
“He got shot out of a train. I-I couldn't grab him in time and he fell.” Steve stuttered as he explained, telling it just made it feel more real. Scarlier.
“It’s not your fault.” Y/n reached out to hold Steve’s hands tightly, trying to comfort him. Knowing Steve he was taking all the blame for Bucky being hurt.
“It feels like it.” Steve dropped into a nearby chair, putting his head into his hands.
Y/n sat beside him worried for Bucky as well, but also staying strong for Steve.
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“Y/n?” Bucky said in a rough voice but loud enough for her to hear.
“Right here Bucky.” Y/n spoke up scooting closer to his bed. Bucky had been out of it for a couple days. They had transferred him to a hospital in the city back in brooklyn the morning after they got back to base. Y/n hadn’t left his side since.
“Where’s Steve?” Bucky asked, turning his head to look at his wife.
“He’s right outside.” She told him lifting his hand to her lips.
“He’s blaming himself isn’t he?” Bucky grimaced, feeling more pain the more he woke up.
“Yeah.” Y/n nodded sadly knowing Bucky doesn’t even blame him for what happened. But Steve doesn’t want to believe it.
“What do you remember?” Y/n questioned him, secretly hoping he didn’t remember to much of the traumatic accident.
“I remember being shot at and hanging off the side of the train. Then nothing.” He told her with a shake of his head and watery eyes.
Y/n explained to him what Steve had to her in the last couple days of what exactly happened. There were lots of tears shed. Y/n had Steve come in when Bucky was ready. The two talked and Bucky tried to assure Steve there was nothing he could have done.
Bucky had to say in the hospital for a couple weeks but once he left Bucky and Y/n had gotten a call from Howard to come to his lab. So the couple headed to Stark’s lab to find out that Howard had been hard at work making a bunch of different prosthetic arms for Bucky that were incredibly advanced. He wanted Bucky to be able to have finger control, and to possibly have feeling from the arm, so he could feel hot and cold and touch almost as if it had nerves.
“How’s it feel?” Howard asks, biting his thumb anxiously.
“Good. I can feel heat, cold, touch, just like you said.” Bucky nodded honestly, he was really impressed and immensely grateful. Grateful for everyone's support, and all their hard work to help him.
“Great! That was the goal.” Howard clapped with a huge smile. He felt relieved it had taken a lot of tries and hours to work it all out. But he wanted to give Bucky so normalcy back.
Howard walked away to give Bucky a moment.
Y/n walked closer to Bucky. “You okay?”
Y/n noticed Bucky’s demeanor had dropped once Howard walked away.
“Hmmmhmm.” He hummed not looking at her but at the metal arm now attached to him.
“Bucky I don’t want to push but you have to talk to me.” Y/n pleaded talking lowly so no one would hear her.
“Its not the same.” Bucky mumbled, sadness evident in his voice. He honestly didn’t expect it to be like his real arm, but still it was odd to feel things but feel them in a new way.
“It’ll never be the same. But at least it’s something and Howard is doing everything possible for it to be as much like your real arm as it possibly can be.” Y/n felt bad for him but knew he didn’t need pity. He needed support and someone to tell him the truth in a kind way.
“I know.” Bucky nodded knowing she was right. The arm was made out of the same metal as Steve’s shield, and it had a lot of features that wouldn’t be around for many many decades.
“I still love you. Arm or not my love for you will never change.” Y/n smiled, leaning up to kiss his lips lovingly, hoping to ease some of his insecurities that he is not used to having.
“I love you too. Thank you for sticking with me.” Bucky smiled at her, grateful to have her with him. Staying by his side through everything.
“Always.” Y/n promised. Nothing would separate them. Nothing.
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tony surprising dom bf with lingerie on his birthday 😵💫
yes😵💫😵💫!
i can imagine the faux confidence he’d have as he slowly made a show of peeling off his clothes to show you the deep-red underwear he wore just for you.
the soft and lacy bralette along with the panties of the same variety.. your eyes were especially hooked on the garters he wore that accented his thighs perfectly. he’d look so pretty :((
and then, the way his cock would leak precum into the fabric of the panties. he’d shift uncomfortably bc you’d have stared at him too long without saying anything. the dark thoughts would begin to creep up on him, but you’d quickly snap out of your daze.
“you are the prettiest thing i have ever seen in my life,” you murmur, somewhat breathlessly. and tony would sigh in relief that you found it attractive.
don’t even get me started on the way you’d ravish him and spend forever between his pretty thighs. making a pretty boy sound even prettier while you please him.. i am in Shambles.
#bye i accidentally posted this.#EVERYONE SHEILD YOUR EYES WHILE I EDIT#answered#dom male reader#dom!reader#top male reader#avengers x male reader#marvel x male reader#avengers x reader#sub!tony#sub tony#sub!tony stark#sub tony stark#tony stark x reader#tony stark x male reader
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Well Fuck
#Well i reached season 1 episode 17 of Agents of SHEILD#(yes i know im late to the party)#Listen#Media doesn't tend to surprise me that often. I feel like I'm typically able to guess the been plot twists ahead of time.#BUT MY GOD THIS EPISODE FLOORED ME#I was not expecting you know who to be a HYDRA spy oh my god#I... I need time to process#marvel#agents of shield#mcu
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It's gonna be okay [1]
Paring: Bucky Barnes x Latina!reader
Summary: You and Bucky cross paths through some turn of events, but he keeps you hidden instead of killing you off like he was assigned. There was something about you that he couldn't bring himself to end, so he took you somewhere you would be safe. Slowly, you learn more about each other and rely on one another before realizing it. All you know is that everything will be okay.
Warning: Talk about Bucky's past and trauma.
A/n: It is going to start during the Captain America Winter Soldier and going through until The Falcon and The Winter Soldier. You guys can best bet that there will be some fluff as I want to have a happy ending for my baby. He's been through so much and he needs it.
You should have known better.
A small groan left your lips as you held your side. The warm blood oozed out as the sound of shooting echoed. You have one bullet left in your semi-automatic pistol. Your heartbeat drummed within your ears as you rested your head on the car door. You pressed yourself back further into the car as you scanned the sides of you. You didn't know how you got dragged into this. One second, you were at home; the next thing you knew, SHIELD agents were storming into your apartment. Guns aimed at you, and you knew something was very wrong.
And now you were getting shot at as you ran away from them. Unprepared for it all. You close your eyes, taking a deep breath before you move your feet under you. If you could do it, you could exit if you dashed around this building. You had been around this block before, so there would be an alleyway where you could take a fire escape stairs up. You placed your gun in your pants waist before you took off. Keeping your head low and hand over your wound as you ran, you didn't stop for anything. It was your life on the line, and you're sure hell aren't risking it. The bullets flew past you, and you managed to avoid them as you turned the corner. Yelling reached your ears, and you raced up the fire escape. The adrenaline rushed through your veins, and the blood kept seeping out. You did lose your footing here and there due to the blood loss, but you kept pushing forward. That was until you were on the roof and safe.
Or so you thought.
You were body-slammed into the ground. A groan left your lips as the wind was knocked out of you. You tried to blink the black and gray dots that invaded your vision as you gasped for air. Your lungs begged for it as the weight on your chest prevented you from taking enough air in. You felt the pain from the gunshot wound plus the pain from being knocked down onto your back. When your vision cleared, you looked at the assailants on top of you. The man's hands wrapped around your neck, and your hands automatically grabbed his wrist. You looked him in the eye as you tried to fight him off. His long black hair fell into his face, but you could see his icy blue eyes. Void of any emotions, he stared at you blankly. His fingers tightened around your neck, and you felt it— the cool sensation as you took in his metal arm.
This was it.
This was how you were going to die. Your grip loosened around his wrist as you felt all the will to fight back slip away. Your gasping became shorter as you tried to take your last breaths, hands falling to the side where his legs around you were. The sky was clear as you looked past your attacker. The sun shone up high, yet the heat wasn't bad. Your vision soon began to lose focus.
This was it.
Before everything went black and you slipped away, those icy blue eyes of your assailant were the last thing you saw. One last breath and everything went black.
It was over.
No more looking over your shoulder.
No more living in fear.
You were free.
Safe in the darkness of death.
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A creaking noise caused you to open your eyes, confused. You had thought you died, but here you were, lying in some run-down-looking room. A small light lit the entire room as you slowly pushed yourself up. Pain shot through your left side as you placed a hand over it. Your eyes were on the person sitting in front of the bed, very close to the wall. You took him in and knew it was your assailant. The mask he wore covered half his face, and his icy blue eyes watched. It was as if they were taking in your every movement. The light reflected on the mental arm he had on his left side as arms rested in his lap. "Who are you?" Your voice cracked, and you felt the tenderness in your throat. You didn't even realize how raw it felt until you swallowed. He didn't respond as he got up and left, leaving you alone. You looked at your side and lifted your blood-stained shirt as you took in the wraps around your torso. It was safe to say this man was the one who stitched you up. The dull, aching pain from your side itched a bit. Then you felt it. Eyes watching you as you snapped your head up and locked your gaze on him. He took four strides and stood close to the foot of the bed. He had a cup of water in his hands as he held it out for you. You started it, weighing your options. A defeated sigh left your lips as you took it. You didn't need to question his intentions at this point; after all, you wouldn't be able to escape him. This man overpowered you in many ways that you knew you didn't stand a chance. You brought the cup to your lips and drank the water, hoping that if he poisoned you, it would kill you quickly.
As the cool liquid coated your throat, you couldn't help but let out a stifled moan. It felt amazing and soothed the rawness. You drank it all and placed the cup in your lap once you were done. "Thank you." Your voice sounded better than before. The man didn't acknowledge you, only taking the cup and leaving you alone. You watched him until he was out of view before your eyes drifted around the room. It was abandoned; you could tell by how quiet it had been and how the walls lacked their vibrancy. The bed squeezed at any slight movement, and the wooden floors let out a small groan. You still hadn't understood why you were alone. Playing with your hands, you closed your eyes. "Might as well count my blessings." You had felt tired, and you know it was from earlier events. After a few minutes, you lay back down and get as comfortable as possible.
It didn't look like you would be leaving anytime soon, so you figured you'd try to enjoy whatever time you had left. A small sigh left your lips. You hadn't ever imagined being placed in this situation.
Scratch that.
You had, but with trying to run away from your past, you thought you'd never had to.
"Huir de tus problemas es una carrera que nunca ganarás. (Running away from your problems is a race you'll never win)"
The voice echoed in your ears.
"Por mucho que lo intentes no podrás huir de ti mismo. (No matter how hard you try, you can't run away from yourself)"
You closed your eyes again, pushing the voices back and falling asleep. You didn't want to overthink or recall your past. You just wanted to live a normal life.
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A couple of weeks have passed. You hadn't bothered looking for a way out, even when your mystery assailant left you alone for hours. You are sitting on the old, worn-out couch with a book and a blanket over your lap. As you flipped to the next page of Fahrenheit 451, you didn't bother glancing up when you heard the door open. By the soft steps, you knew who it was. "Welcome back." You paused at the end of the paragraph, looking at the man who stared at you. He had a neutral look as he placed some bags down. You took in that he had stopped covering his face with his mask, allowing you to see more of his face. You didn't let yourself be bothered by his unresponsive attitude, as he barely even spoke to you. Sometimes, he would speak in languages you didn't understand. Other times, he would say a few words in English or Spanish. But most of the time, he just watched you, and it felt like most of the time he was studying you. Trying to understand you.
You never really knew why, but you slowly noticed that he seemed less guarded around you. The icy blue eyes seemed less cold and more curious and interested. You didn't feel like you had to be careful around him, as if you were walking on broken glass. He walked over to you, and you noticed the first aid kit in his hands as you marked your spot in the book before placing it down. He sat next to you, and you pulled your shirt up, exposing the wound that had been healing reasonably well. He went to work, cleaning and rewrapping it as you watched him. His fingers worked gently as he focused on the task. The strands of his hair got in his face, and you couldn't help it as you moved it behind his ear. He froze at the contact, and you quickly pulled back, mumbling sorry in Spanish. He glanced up at you, and you held his gaze. You felt the way your heart picked up its pace and the way your breath got caught in your throat. You had to admit to yourself that he was attractive. Something about those blue eyes contrasted nicely with his dark brown hair, which drew you in. The more you kept looking at him, the more you felt a pull. You cleared your throat and looked away, mind racing with thoughts as you felt him finish up what he was doing. You bit your cheek as you waited until he was done. When he began to put the things away, you quickly got up— pulling the blanket with you as you rushed to the room and closed the door behind you.
You rested your back on the door as you slid down it. Your head falls forward as you let out a deep breath. One that you hadn't realized you were holding. You gave yourself time to calm down before you pushed yourself up and crawled into bed. You pulled the blanket over you as you closed your eyes and tried to lull yourself to sleep. You didn't want to think about it. You were scared to come to terms with the attraction you were feeling for the man because that meant if you were feeling something for him, it would hurt you.
"Los sentimientos te debilitan. Ellos te maten. (Feelings make you weak They get you killed)"
Your father's voice rang in your head. His training burned into your mind as he forced you to learn that those emotions got your brother killed. It is what made your mother die. Her love for you killed her, as she didn't survive childbirth.
"En el momento en que te permitas amar y cuidar es el momento en que morirás. (The moment you allow yourself to love and care is the moment you will die)"
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Two and half months passed, and you were amazed he was still keeping you alive. There would be days when he would return, and something felt off about him. It was as if he felt colder and less friendly, but he never once harmed you. "What's your name?" You finally dared to ask. The curiosity to learn more about him has finally gotten the better side of you.
"Name?" He tilted his head to the side a bit. You placed the book down and looked at him, shifting your body so you could face him. He had been sitting on the other end of the couch, his hand playing with the knife as he had watched you. "Winter Soldier." The man had heard others call him that, so he assumed that was what you meant; however, he was confused when you shook your head. "Prisoner 56898." He tried again.
"Oh, corazón, (sweetheart)" You felt a wave of sadness wash over you. "Those aren't names." You said softly, understanding why it seemed like this man watched you with interest half this time. He had been treated as a prisoner to the point that he didn't know his name. He just gave you a confused look but nodded. You smiled at him, trying to push away the sadness as you grabbed his hand. "How about this," You gently rubbed your thumb on the back of his hand. "I'll refer to you as corazón, if you're fine with that." He looked down at your hands over his before looking back up at you and gave you a slight nod. "Perfecto. (perfect)" You said softly as you moved your hand back. The moment he felt the loss of contact with you, he was quick to grab a hold of your hand in his. The action caught you off guard, along with the strength he put behind it, as you fell into him a bit. The knife fell to the ground with a small thud. You used your free hand to catch yourself as it was over his chest, and your face was inches from his. Your breath hitched as you looked at him to see him staring at you. His eyes scanned your face, and you could see the internal conflict in those beautiful icy blue eyes. The conflict that felt like the same one you were having before all the signals telling you to move seemed to fade, and you moved in slowly. He didn't move, not even when your lips touched his delicately. You didn't want to force anything upon him, so you pulled back a bit, trying to see his reaction. His icy blue eyes burned into you, and you felt his hand move to your neck as he pulled you back into his. When he felt his lips connect with yours, your eyes fluttered close as he kissed you. There was so much need in the kiss. You pulled yourself closer to him, moving your hands up his chest. You could feel his metal hand hovered over your back, almost scared to touch you with it. You pulled back from the kiss and placed your forehead on his. "It's okay." You whispered, letting him know that you trust him. That you knew he wasn't going to hurt you. "Estará bien. (it's gonna okay)" You could see the slight fear in his eyes before he gently placed his hand on your waist. You didn't move, wanting him to see it was okay.
You gave him a soft kiss on his cheek before you hugged him. His arms slowly wrapped around his torso as he was gentle with you. His face was buried into your neck, and you could feel his stubble that was growing tickle the skin of your neck. You guys stayed like that for a bit, only moving to adjust yourselves to get comfortable in the hug. He didn't bother moving away, even when you began to run your fingers through his hair. Your heart was beating loudly in your chest; if he heard it, he didn't say anything about it. And just like that, with his warm embrace, you felt yourself slowly relax and drift off into sleep.
#bucky barnes#winter soldier#marvel#captain america#black widow#natasha romanoff#james buchanan barnes#james bucky buchanan barnes#james bucky barnes#bucky#steve roges#captain america civil war#captain america the winter soldier#the falcon and the winter soldier#tfatws#falcon#sam wilson#Sheild#bucky barns x reader#bucky barns imagine#winter solider imagine#winter solider x reader
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Photos of 🏹Clintasha🏹 that make me go:
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#clint barton#hawkeye#clintasha#jeremy renner#natasha romanoff#black widow#fanfiction#marvel#scarlett johansson#agents of sheild#budapest#arrow necklace
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Okay its rare i like a hetro-ship (usually they are all toxic i swear why are they all toxic!!!!!!! Or the fan base is toxic lol oops)
But miss Peggy Carter and mr Daniel Sousa melt my heart so bad oh my gosh they are so perfect for each other
Look at them!!!!
LOOK AT THEM
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#no hate to steve/peggy but im sorry LOOK! AT! THEM!!!!!!!#daniel sousa#peggy carter#marvel#agent carter#like i loved them season 1 but i swear season 2 was legit the best for them#PeggySous#in my mind they got married and grew old together#idk what happened in agent of sheild because i am so behind#and that ending in endgame#nah#peggy and Daniel are together and happy ❤❤❤❤#another straight ship is wanda and vision#lol#anyways#im suppose to be listening but im searching ao3 for fics of them
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Daisy Johnson
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Inhuman Devotion
Coming Soon!
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OKAY WHAT!? So I'm doing a full Marvel rewatch but it's a movies and TV shows extended kind with everything. I've never seen any of the marvel shows except wandavision and falcon and the winter soldier. How long have I been in this good omens Fandom (since 2020) AND NOT ONE OF YALL SAID DAVID TENNANT WAS IN JESSICA JONES! And he's bad!!
#good omens#marvel#jessica jones#the shows ive now gotten to seen are excellent btw#bc of timeline order in between mcu movies ive seen all of agent carter s1 of agents of sheild s1 of daredevil and started on jessica jones#im just really excited ok!#and a random seasons of cartoon i am groot hehe
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🌩️Marvel Avengers oc time🌩️
Meet Agent Imani “Irie” Williams of S.H.E.I.L.D, she is Wakandan special agent working in the US under the disguise of being Nick Fury’s niece while she looks for the stolen vibrainium and Ulysses Klaue. Despite being a user of weapons she has the capabilities of a superhuman thanks to the X-Gene, that landed her in the Avenger Initiative. Her weapon of choice is a Wakandan sonic spear, which was before realizing she had intense weather control powers.
During the Avengers movie she discovers she has super powers and decides to utilize them against Loki and the many aliens coming rom the sky.
#marvel#marvel cinematic universe#marvel characters#marvel original character#original character#agents of sheild#the winter soldier#captain america#black widow#black panther#iron man#the avengers#the hulk#thor#falcon#scarlet witch#the vision#ant man#original art
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Petition for more Maria hill and fem reader fanfiction I need it now😫
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Black Widow by Douglas Bicalho
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Star-Lord: Grounded (2016)
#star lord#grounded#peter quill#guardians of the galaxy#marvel comics#gotg#guardians of the galaxy comics#gotg comics#agent brandt#sheild#earth 616#marvel
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#tv series#series rewatch#tumblr polls#the originals#good omemes#good omens#supernatural and gilmore girls#supernatural#klaus mikaelson#dean winchester#sam winchester#elijah mikaelson#gilmore girls#angents of sheild#marvel#marvel series
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Here’s a Headcanon for you! An MCU headcanon!
Do what you will with this idea: what if…
The Avengers did not know it was Tony who built Ultron.
Think about it, the Avengers have no reason to hold distrust over Stark in Civil War, thus leaving Tony with a massive guilty conscious because he literally put together a creation of mass destruction that leveled an entire city.
I mean obviously they’ll suspect it was him who created Ultron since he is just a robot. However, think about the tension the team will silently be treating Tony, since Tony will already have ears on when the rest of the team will know it’s all on him.
Besides, when the truth does come out, it will make this scene a whole lot of sense out of context.
#thinking about the angst#marvel mcu#mcu#headcanon#headcanons#tony stark#the avengers#avengers age of ultron#mcu ultron#tumblr headcanon#avengers civil war#civil war#captain america#captains shield#vibramium sheild#shield#possible major character death#definite character injury#whump#hurt character
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Something that might be a thing…
S.H.E.I.L.D AU!
So some background information…
I, along with the lovely @silversablinovaallday, love to do a few Roleplays with one another to forget the world is burning. Despite her being Canadian, we get along well and make fun stories!
But if I have to hear another thing about the Canadian McDonald’s that is Tim Hortons-
Anyways I have a good old headcannon that Yuri was “Wraith” as a teen, spending nights fighting the local triad gangs in Chinatown. Some info on that….
She had/has no superpowers
Her suit was homemade from one of those sick motorbike suits she found at a thrift store.
Her mother taught her how to fight, mostly defense, which she excels at, but had learned most of her offense styles from fighting gang members.
Her main choice of weapon was honestly whatever was long and strong enough to act as a staff or whatever was small enough to throw.
She was trained in sword combat, but does not use it because she did not want to be a killer.
Left yellow ribbons at the scene of the crime she stopped/prevented
Was given the name “Wraith” in the English translation and among the local police department. She was mostly called “幻象” meaning ghost, illusion or phantom.
She was discovered by Captain Stacy, who was actually the only positive father figure she had in her life, who convinced her to do more with her life then run around as a vigilante.
She left for the Marines soon after she was discovered, leaving wraith behind as an urban legend.
So building on that! The S.H.EI.L.D AU takes place shortly after her time serving in the U.S Marines. Another bit of information…
Yuri broke her no killing rule during and after she was forced to shoot a member of her unit, and someone she considered a close friend, when he sold out the unit to the enemy causing the deaths of three other members.
Yuri was a medic, she wanted nothing to do with killing out of a promise she made to herself. But she killed him to save the rest of her unit and left shortly after her tour ended.
So the AU picks up after this, normally this is the point where Yuri joins the police department, but instead of the usual timeline, Yuri is picked up by S.H.E.I.L.D in hopes of bringing “Wraith” back into action.
Yuri is hesitant at first, but after considering her options and realizing she’s already taken a life and can do greater things defending others globally, she agrees. She is then gifted a brand new suit and rebranded as Agent Watanabe, aka the “Wraith”.
Have some more ideas to go with it. Mostly with Peter starting out as Spiderman and Yuri training him, but that’ll probably come later. For now, this is what I got.
#yuri watanabe#spiderman ps4#spider-man ps4#marvel#agents of sheild#sheild#spider man#the wraith#wraith AU#sheild au
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