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Unexpected Calling – Part I

Part 1 | Masterlist WIP

Fandom: Marvel

Prompt: A world class contract killer finds an envelope at his dead drop. Inside are $23.42 in short change and a letter handwritten by a 9-year old girl.

Type: Series

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader's daughter (platonic obviously), Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Genre: fluff, action, slight angst, might get smutty but idk yet

Warnings: Be prepared for some adult language! Nothing too crazy in this first part though, we're just getting started so that's my only warning for now.

Word count: 1.6k

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A/N: Thought I'd throw my hand at a prompted fic! Hope you guys like it, I'll add a chapter directory and update as needed as the next parts are posted. So stay tuned 👀 Text dividers made by @firefly-graphics <3

Every morning is always the same when you're paid to kill. He'd been trying to be better about the whole actual killing part lately, but that didn't change his morning routine very much. He woke up to the sound of his alarm clock going off—yes, he still used one. If you asked for his reasoning, he'd tell you it's because it's less complicated and you can always count on it to work because it simply stayed plugged into the wall; in the event that the power went out? It had batteries for backup power, and you can't find that kind of peace of mind with just the alarms on your phone. He's still an old soul, sue him. He woke up at 6:45 am, on the dot, every morning without fail that way so it was rather effective.

After the blaring sound of his trusty alarm clock came the process of forcing himself out of bed and cleaning up for the day; shaving if necessary, freshening up, getting dressed, the works. This was generally when he'd change his appearance should the need arise, as well. But he didn't need to do that this morning and so he flicked the light to the bathroom off as he left the room when he was finished, heading out to his kitchen thereafter. The next step? Food. It was always 7 am sharp by the time he got done with his wakeup process, the only time that changed being when he added any extra steps in the bathroom. And breakfast was always simple: a cup of hot black coffee, sliced avocado, and bread toasted to perfection with an egg over medium to be dipped in. And it never failed to be a pleasant way to start his morning, usually followed closely after by a session of watching the morning news. He found it a good way to see what was going on in the area and across the country so he could plan accordingly.

If he didn't have a job, which by chance was the case today, he'd generally find any sort of quiet way to spend the rest of his morning; reading a book, cleaning up all his weapons, or a walk in the park if he felt like it. Today, he felt like it. And it was mostly peaceful, if you excluded the grating sound of car horns, tires squealing, and buses chuffing past. And of course, if you chose to ignore the rumbling from the subway, the people shouting either in their urgency to get to work or just simply because they were an ass, then it was really utterly plain and quiet to walk through Central Park. By this point Bucky had truly gotten used to it. He supposed in some ways it wasn't too much different from his home in the past. But that didn't mean he liked to spend too much time there anyway. So long as he got out and went back home just in time, he could skip the gradeschoolers and dog walkers that came around for the afternoon.

There had been nothing unusual about his day so far, and he liked that. He liked the rhythm of it all, and how it always went according to his carefully curated schedule. He began the process of unlocking his apartment door after making his way up to his floor, and pushed it open to take a step inside. Crunch.

What the helll...?

Bucky frowned as, seemingly, something sat under his boot and crinkled where he'd stepped, making the same sound again as he carefully pried his foot off. The poor, crisply folded, paper envelope that had earlier been slotted through his dead-drop, suffered a dirt-covered footprint but aside from that, it seemed harmless and intact as he picked it up to inspect it. A curious thing to find when you hardly get mail aside from the bills. What was even more curious was the contents within it, feeling a bit lumpy and—quite frankly—heavy for a letter-sized envelope. He closed the door behind himself with one hand, locking it once again out of habit while the other kept hold of the envelope. Moments later he flicked out a switchblade to slice it open revealing not only a handwritten letter but also $23.42.....Exactly. All in small change.

It was quite honestly the oddest thing he'd seen or received to date, and that was including the number of quite-literal backstabs he'd received, numerous other maiming injuries, and the odd encounters he’d had with a talking raccoon, tree, and robot...man…thing. To name a few. That was also including the number of odd jobs he'd been offered and peculiar payment methods he'd been given. Never had he come across such a specific payment with a letter that….upon further inspection….looked as though its penman couldn't be much older than 9 years old, at most.

'Dear mister,

My name is Rosie Jones. I am 9 yeers old. My mommy says you're vary good at helping people. Well, I need your help. Mommy also said you like to be paid for helping, so I broke my piggy bank open so you wood help us. Mommy doesn't know yet thoe, so please don't tell her.

My mommy dissuhpeered disappeered last night. She told me to hide and I did but now I can't find her and so I need your help mister becuz you're really good at finding people too, mommy said so. Please please help me find my mommy, I don't know what to do mister.

– Rosie'

"You've gotta be shitting me." He muttered to himself. The first question Bucky had, quite honestly, was how did this little girl even know who he was? Or where he lived? Not many people did, if any, truth be told. If they did? They were usually dead within minutes. It was one of many reasons that kept his renowned status intact. But here he was, sitting at his own table, with proof that some little girl knew both of those things. Frowning down at the paper and envelope of change, the assassin ran his hand back through his dark brown hair momentarily, processing what he'd just read. On one hand, it could be an elaborate trap. By all rights he had to assume it, considering the nature of the letter and the fact that a little girl of all people had written it. But on the other hand, there was a certain dedication there that he simply couldn't ignore. And some part of him couldn't help but at least look into it. So moments later, the man was pulling out his laptop and began searching for answers, anything that could give this little girl's story any sort of credit.

Much to his surprise? It checked out. Every last bit of it. There was a mother, connected to the Rosie Jones in question, who had gone missing under rather mysterious circumstances. "I'll be damned, mystery kiddo."

'Y/N Jones, aged 37, a single mother, was nowhere to be found the next morning after reports came in that a struggle and silenced gunshots were heard from the house that night.'

He probably could have gotten away with just keeping the money and letting it go. It was some little kid somewhere hoping for someone to hear her plea, he could get away with it. But it was that name…. he'd seen it before, he knew he had. In all fairness though, he really only remembered faces exceptionally well. Names didn't matter in the long run, names didn't tell him who he was shooting within a crowd of people. So why did it keep nagging at the back of his mind?...

Spoiler alert: he shouldn't have went digging. He should have just left it alone. But he had always been a curious mind and he was nothing if not thorough on top of that. Popping open the top to his bottle of whiskey, Bucky carefully poured out a favorable portion into a glass tumbler, before letting it down onto the counter as he heard an agreeable noise coming from his laptop to signal it had finished its task. Glancing over his shoulder, he sipped on his drink as he made his way back over to the table, having waited for what seemed like an hour to get the information he wanted. And the minute he looked at the screen was the very same minute he regretted it.

He knew that face.

He knew it like the back of his hand almost, he knew it the same way he knew the taste of bourbon or the sound of a .22 magnum. That was the face of Y/N Y/L/N and it was a face he had been trying to forget for years now. But most of all he knew it was a mistake to have even touched this with a ten-foot pole. Because now he had a target, he knew what the target looked like, and he had been paid in- well, maybe not-so-full, but in 9-year-old currency $23.42 was basically a million dollars considering it was all her savings.

In short?

He had to do it now.

He knew that. And it damn near made him groan at the prospect. Because this was going to be a long-ass job, and if he was going to ensure the rescue of that little girl's mother, then he needed to ensure that child's safety. The less leverage the 'enemy' had, the easier his job was. So as he sighed out, "Damnitall, this better be fuckin worth it kid," the hundred year old assassin finished off his drink and went about packing his things to take on a job that he never asked for, but knew damn well he was stuck with until it was over.

But at least if he had to go through with this, he was going to be damn sure he did it right, that was for sure.

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SIGNS OF LIFE ━ steve rogers ✪

Chapter Three - Intellectual Badass "So, this Doctor Banner was trying to replicate the serum used on me?" Steve asked as he looked at the contents of the digital file. "A lot of people were," Coulson replied. "You were the world's first superhero. Banner thought gamma radiation might hold the key to unlocking Erskine's original formula." Suddenly, the sound of the Hulk roaring with fury again reached Amelia's ears, and she turned to see Steve playing the part where Bruce slammed a jeep apart. She frowned at the scene and took the tablet from Steve's grasp, turning it off with a push of a button. She wanted Steve to get the right impression of the man before meeting him. The man watched as the brunette placed the tablet back in her original seat, conveniently out of his reach. When she looked back to the Captain and sent him a wink, Steve turned slightly red as he turned back to Coulson—the man in question watching the exchange with great interest. "Didn't go his way, did it?" "Not so much." Coulson agreed before adding. "When he's not that thing, though, the guy's like a Stephen Hawking." "I can't wait to have a conversation with him," Amelia interjected, looking between the two men. "It will be nice to have someone of a higher intellect around." "Stephen Hawking?" "He's a brilliant person," Coulson explained with a chuckle. "It's hard to talk about technological advancement and scientific theory when you work with a bunch of people who prefer guns," Amelia added before motioning toward the blonde. "Or shields, in your case."

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IMAGINES: LOKI x READER - Alvita (16 +) (on Wattpad) 

themes: drama, strangers to lovers

sneak peek: 🌌 On Sakaar, the chaotic junkyard planet, Loki meets Alvita, a fierce Valkyrie with icy blue eyes and a troubled past. Their fiery connection is instant, turning a rivalry into undeniable chemistry.

🔥 Between thrilling confrontations and passionate nights, Loki finds himself drawn to her in unexpected ways. In a world full of chaos, could this be the spark of something real?

[lizstory]

Realization

Peter Parker x fem reader

summary- Peter always knew that life as a hero would be dangerous but he always pledged to keep you safe. He always knew he’d want you safe but knew his job as Spider-Man meant he would have to keep the world safe too. He was finally faced with the ultimatum of saving one or the other and realized what he has to do now.

Word count- 1,050

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And here Spider-Man was, paralyzed at the ultimatum of choosing to save a car with a family inside or save you. The villain wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing tighter and tighter every second that passed. Peter tried talking to the villain. To let you go peacefully, but he did not budge. He wanted to make Spider-Man suffer, and if that meant having the burden of not saving innocent civilians or sacrificing his girlfriend, then so be it. 

"Time isn't on your side, Spider-Man." 

He had no idea whether he could even move to save anyone. Before this moment, all his villains were after weapons, knowledge, and stark industries. Something that didn't matter to lose, but this was the first time someone he loved was on the line. His eyes averted from his girlfriend and the car full of screaming people. The villain was right. Time wasn't on his side. In seconds the rope holding the car would snap, but also, you would pass out from how tight the villain was holding you. A spark ran through his body, his head shot to the car, and the rope snapped. He ran towards the edge and jumped while hitting a web towards the vehicle and another towards any surface he could hang from. 

"Are we really surprised he chose them" The villain laughed "heroes will always sacrifice the ones they love for the world" 

Peter lowered himself slowly. As long as the car landed on the ground softly, the civilians could get out. He managed to get the car to the bottom. 

"Can you guys get out!" He shouted

The family made their way out. They hugged each other and thanked the hero that saved them. Once Peter knew they were safe, he made his way back up to you. It only took a few minutes to protect the family. He knew you were strong and could last just a few more minutes. Or that was him telling himself those thoughts to take over the fear of what would happen. 

"Please let her still be there," he whispered. He had no idea who he was begging, but begging felt right. 

"Well, I had fun, but this is it" The villain reached into his pocket and grabbed a knife. 

Your eyes widened. Was this it? You would never blame Peter for saving the family. You had always told him that no matter what, he needed to make sure the world was safe first. Your body was tired from the fighting before. The villain captured you while on a walk, and you did everything to stop it from happening. Screamed, kicked, cried, bit, scratched, hit. Anything you could've thought of, you tried, but now you were being choked to death and soon stabbed. Your body had no more fight left. You turned your head, not walking to see the inevitable. Seconds passed, and a weight was lifted from your throat and a hand placed on your waist. You turned back and saw blonde hair and armor covering your sight. You immediately knew who it was.

"Thor?" You asked 

Thor nodded, his hammer in the sky helping him fly. "Where is Spider-Man?"

Peter came swinging to the surface again. The villain was on the ground with a hand on his head. Peter webbed his legs to the concrete. He ran over, seeing Thor landing with you alive in his arms. Thor let you go, and once freedom was back into your grasp, you ran towards Peter. He wrapped his arms around you tighter than he has ever before. He released from the hug, hands finding their way to your face. 

'"Are you ok?" He asked, "I'm so sorry, Y/n, I am so so-"

"Peter, You were doing what I told you to do, don't be sorry" You placed your hand on his and gently squeezed it. 

Thor cleared his throat. "Spider-man, I can handle the villain from here. You should take her to a safe area." 

Peter nodded, grabbed you from your waist, and swung away. He would take you to the Avengers Tower. At least you'd be safe there; they could check on you. He landed on the patio. You walked in, sitting on the couch while Peter removed his mask. Once it was entirely off, he rushed towards your side again. 

"Are you sure you're ok?" 

You nodded. "Hurts to breath and talk, but I'm ok," You whispered, trying not to waste what could be the last of your strength. 

You shifted your body to look outside. The sunset was starting, and the tower had the best view. It caster over New York, the people going on walks, rushing back to their homes, going into a cafe despite it not being morning. You shifted your gaze back to Peter, expecting to see a relaxed face, but instead, you were met with a teary-eyed boy. 

"Peter?"

"I couldn't save you," He muttered, staring at your bruised throat. "If Thor hadn't been there, you would've been dead." 

You reached for his hand. "Don't do this to yourself." 

He pulled his hand away. "Y/n," he spoke, too soft to hear, "We can't be together."

Now your eyes prickled with water "what." 

"I put your life on the line today, and if it wasn't today, then it can be tomorrow" Peter wiped his tears. "I care about you too much for your life to be threatened." 

You let the tears fall, not caring if he saw, "We had a bad day. Let's rest." 

Peter wiped your tears off your cheek. "Y/n."

"Peter no"

"Listen to me, please" His thumb caressed your cheek. He placed his forehead on yours. He grabbed both your hands, tightening them. He closed the gap, placing his lips onto yours. "I love you so much."

You pulled away. Peter's eyes weren't sad anymore but smiling. He was a boy who was true to his words. "I love you too, Peter." 

"Let's go get you checked" His hand didn't reach for yours. The cold air accompanied him instead. The breeze crept between his fingers. This is how it will be from now on. There is no hand there for him to squeeze, kiss, or hold forever. It was for the best. He kept telling himself. She'd finally be safe.

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Frostfire Sonata | Bucky Barnes X OC - 18 - Sorry (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1462792000-frostfire-sonata-bucky-barnes-x-oc-18-sorry?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=aribarilmao She was a free spirit, until her life was ripped away from her. He was a cold, emotionless killer. 20 years later she meets the one person she loathed. The man who did it all. The one who turned her into the monster she was today. But what she least expected to find was the burning desire that ignited between them. ----------------------------------------- Enemies to Lovers story Marvel Cinematic Universe AU (Thanos never came down to Earth) *I do not write smut*

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WinterIron One-Shots! - Bucky's PTSD (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1334091558-winteriron-one-shots-bucky%27s-ptsd?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=justabuckybarnesgirl Just some Tony x Bucky one-shots because they're my fav ship :) They get better the more you read! (UPDATING, SLOWLY RELEASING MORE)

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Moon & Stars: Ghost - Don't Sit Under the Apple Tree 

Syd’s got a visitor. Bucky learns some important news.

(AU/not canon compliant)

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Chapter 3

Warnings: None (anyone can read this story)

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. I do not condone any copying of this.

𝓣𝓗𝓔 water was deep and scary and I fought to make my way upwards. When my tiny head broke the surface, I let out a series of cries, hoping that someone would come and save me. I looked around wildly, trying to see how far it was to the edge.

The thing that had transported me here was long gone. He wasn't going to save me. Not that I had expected he would.

I kitty paddled for a long, long time towards the edge. People were starting to appear, some of them running along the path around the lake.

Idiots. They might fall in too! Humans weren't as sure footed as cats were.

I finally reached the edge, but looked up in dismay. It was a good foot above the water, and I had nothing to jump on.

I shivered, my sopping fur soaked with coldness. I was freezing and I was scared. I just needed some body warmth and good pets. Some chicken would be nice too.

"Help! Help! Help! Help!" I mewed over and over, paddling around. I was tired and hungry and cold.

"Hey Buck, did you hear that?" A curious, warm voice asked.

"HELP ME YOU DUMBASS! CAN'T YOU HEAR ME?" I mewed loudly.

"Yeah, it sounds like a cat." A second voice said. This voice was very warm as well and I wanted them to find me.

"But where is it?" The first voice asked.

I could hear footsteps and I continued to meow, even as I continued to feel even more tired. I couldn't give up now. Not so close to being saved. Not when I had to find Billy and Tommy and save them. What if their father tried to kill them too?

Suddenly, feet appeared at the edge of the wall and I looked up, trying to stay afloat.

"Aww, the poor kitty." The second voice said, and a large hand dipped down, pulling me out of the water.

"Gosh she's so little," The first voice said in a marveling voice. He was a blond man with blue eyes and a kind face.

"She must just be a kit." The second said. He was also kind looking, but also a little scary. He had long brown hair, brown eyes, and a metal arm. Luckily, he was holding me with the flesh hand, which was very warm and I curled up into a ball, trying to get as much warmth from it as possible.

"Here," The second man said. "You can hold her in both of your hands so she can get warm. We should take her straight to the tower and warm her up."

The first man took me into his large hands. They were huge, like the rest of his body, and very warm. He cupped me between them and they took off back the way they had come.

"Where are you guys going now?" A dark skinned man said, stopping on his run. "Don't tell me you're done already!"

"No, sorry we've got to cut the run short Sam." The first man said. "We found this kitten in the water and she's freezing. We're hoping maybe Tony will have something to warm her up, or something, I don't know."

"Oh well she is adorable." Sam said, "I'll head back with you guys."

The three men were very quick in bringing me to a very large tower that was very warm when they stepped inside.

I was very content where I was, in the man's hands. They felt very safe and loving and if it weren't for the fact that I needed to find Billy and Tommy, I wouldn't have minded settling down with him.

"Bucky? Steve? Sam? What are you guys doing back early?" A red headed woman asked, sipping on a cup of what smelled like coffee.

Since dark skin was Sam, and dark haired was Bucky, I assumed light haired was Steve.

"This little kitty was in the cold water of the reflecting pond." Bucky said, pointing to me in Steve's hands. "We want to get her checked out by Tony."

"Does Tony know anything about animals?" The red head asked skeptically. "You might want to bring her to Bruce instead."

"Are they both down in the lab?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, they should be. I don't know if Tony even went to sleep last night though." The red head said.

"Thanks Nat."

Gnat? Was she a type of bug? I looked at her with even more interest now. She didn't really look edible though.

We went into a small box that traveled downwards. I mewed and Steve opened his hands a little. I got to my feet on his hands and stood up on my hind legs, putting my front paws on his chest.

"Do you have food?"

"Oh my gosh she's so adorable." The man named Bucky squealed.

Strange, he seemed like he would be scary. Maybe he was just an overgrown man child.

"I would like food." I said again.

"She is adorable." Steve agreed. He ran two fingers down my head lightly like he was afraid to much pressure would break me. I purred. It felt good.

I dug my claws into his shirt, crawling up it so that I could rest on his shoulder, wrapping my tail around his neck. I purred with content.

"Oh gosh, please don't fall." Steve said in a pleading voice, resting one of his hands lightly on my body. Two metal doors opened and they exited the metal box, walking down another hallway until they got to a very large room.

It was filled with lots of metal things and tools. Two men were sitting there, both looked slightly similar.

One was wearing glasses, wearing a light purple shirt that was buttoned at the elbow. His black hair was wavy, slightly looking a bit like pepper. He was slightly shorter, and slightly wider than the second man.

The second was lean, and maybe around the 5 foot seven mark. He was definitely shorter than the men carrying me- except maybe the dark man named Sam. He looked nice and friendly, with black hair around his mouth and on his chin. He wore a short that had the letters A-C-D-C on it and I wanted to let him know he had two C's on his shirt. I was pretty sure it was supposed to say A-B-C-D.

"Is this the kitchen?" I asked.

The lean man looked up first, "What are you doing with a kitten Cap? I thought you liked dogs better?"

Who was Cap?

Steve sighed, lifting me down from his shoulder to place me in front of the man. "But look how adorable she is Tony."

So was his name Steve or Cap? What kind of name was Cap?

Actually, I liked bottle caps. They were very fun to bat around. Would he be fun to bat around?

"Where'd you get her from and why are you bringing her down here?" Tony asked, putting a hand in front of me to stop me from batting whatever he was playing with off the table. "Holy, she's soft and also very wet and cold."

I mewed happily with the compliment and sat still so that he could pet me.

"She was in the reflecting pool. She was trying to get out of it, but the wall was to high." Steve said with a slight frown.

"What the heck was she doing out there?" The second man questioned, joining in on the conversation.

"Well, you see, there is this terrible man and he THREW me in there." I mewed. "You should arrest him or something. Cat crimes and all. That's a thing, right?"

"Oh my gosh, her mews are so cute." Tony mumbled.

"We don't know." Bucky answered the second man's question.

"So why is she down here?" The second man asked.

"We were wondering if you guys had anything to check her out with. See if she is okay and all that." Steve said.

"Oh yeah." Tony said, picking me up in his arms and then walking over to another table. "Stay still cutie."

He pressed a button and I peered at the green lasers in interest. My first reaction was to back away as they got closer, but the nice man named Tony had asked me to stay still, so I did.

The green lights went through my body, but I felt nothing and then Tony was picking me up and putting me back down on the other table. "Results?"

"Perfectly healthy." A female voice said from literally nowhere. "Female."

I hissed, my fur poofing up as I looked around the room, trying to find the source of the noise.

"She is around seven months old and is of the munchkin cat variety. She will most likely only get to be anywhere from three to six inches bigger than she already is. She is pure white, but has a small marking on her back right paw that is in the shape of a crown and is black. It seems to be natural. There is no ink imprints at least. She has no collar or identity so it is impossible to locate her owners. However, with a few hours of time, I could possibly pull up the cameras from around the reflecting pool to see what happened."

"That would be great, thank you F.R.I.D.A.Y." Tony said. "Well, I guess that answers all of your questions. Are you going to keep her?"

"Yes!" Bucky said cheerfully. "Me and Stevie were thinking about getting a pet and she is obviously a gift."

"What are you guys going to name her?" The second man asked with interest.

"I don't know Bruce. I don't want to call her anything generic like marshmallow or snow." Steve said.

"I know, Blizzard." Bucky said with a smile. "She kind've looks like one too, doesn't she?"

What was a Blizzard.

"My name is Y/N." I mewed.

"Blizzard is really cute." Tony said, petting me. His fingers felt really good, running along my fur.

"Well, okay, it's not bad." I mewled sullenly. "Do you have food?"

"She's very talkative, isn't she?" Sam asked. "Do cats usually meow a lot?"

"What? Of course we do! We have a lot to say you dumby." I meowed at him.

"I wonder if she wants something specific." Steve said with worry.

"Maybe she's hungry." Bruce said, rummaging through a drawer and brought me over something brown. "I don't know if she'll like this though."

I sniffed it and took a tentative bite. Ooh! It tasted good. Almost sweet. And chewy. And soft. I liked it very much.

"Bread?" Bucky's voice was very surprised, "Can kittens have bread?"

"Well, until we get proper cat food, we're going to have to give her human food." Bruce said.

"I would not give the cat sourdough bread Mr. Banner." the robot voice said. "It contains a lot of yeast. They love it, but they get sick if they eat to much. And she is just a kit."

Five different hands reached out to snatch the tasty snack from me. I mewled in protest, leaping at Sam who had the bread in his hands.

"So I would say that she is very hungry." Tony said, lifting me in his hands. I let out a cry and I watched his heart break on his face. "SHE'S SO CUTE!"

"F.R.I.D.A.Y., what are some human foods that she can have?" Sam asked as he discarded the bread in the trash can. My eyes zeroed in on it and when Tony put me back down on the table, I stared looking for a way to get to it.

"Fish, Chicken, Beef, Cheese, Bananas, berries, melon, carrots, rice, pumpkin, oatmeal, eggs, and spinach just to name a few. If you have anything specific, you can ask me." the thing they were calling Friday said.

I crept low across the table, hopping down onto a stool, and then hopping to the floor, sauntering over to the trash can.

"We have plenty of cheese upstairs in the refrigerator. We also have hamburger." Tony said. "Some of that should be good for her."

I peeked into the can, seeing the delicious thing in there, and tried to grab it, falling into the bucket. I mewed as I latched onto the bread. Yummy.

"Where is she?" Bucky asked.

"Blizzard!" Steve shouted, a shadow falling over me, and he lifted me into the air. He attempted to tug the bread out of my mouth, but I dug my teeth in.

"Aww c'mon kitty." Steve pouted. "I don't want to hurt you. Let go and you can have fish."

Fish? What was fish? It was a funny word. Fish, fish, fishy fish.

"C'mon Blizzard." Bucky said, "Give me the bad bread. It's not good for you. You'll get sick. You don't want to get sick, it feels bad."

Reluctantly, I opened my mouth and let him take the bread from me.

"Good kitten." Bucky said, petting my head and tossing the delicious love of my life into the bin again.

But alas, I did like Bucky calling me good. I liked all of them in here, although Bruce smelled a little funny. But Steve and Bucky were the most comforting of all. And Tony was a close second.

"C'mon, let's go and get you some fish." Bucky said, taking me into his large hands and they left the two men behind.

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[weebiemcweebington]

I think I'm not alone when I wondered what's up with Sandman, Hydro-Man, and Electro's clothes.

When Electro goes into cables his clothes go with him. Are they naked all the time and just change color to appear clothed? Did their clothes change with them?

Also, Rhino has permanent body armor that covers his private parts. Could have given him a loincloth like Tarzan.

I’ve spent more time pondering this than I’d like to admit. But I think you’re right that they’re just choosing to appear clothed.

…I also might have written a 3k hurt/comfort, angst, fluff and smut fic about Flint and Alex that goes into slight detail about just that subject…

I’d need to make an Ao3 account, but lemme know in the comments if I should post it.

[ladysif8]

The Lucky One

Steve Rogers/ Original Female Character

Rated: Explicit

⚠️Warnings: Sketchy Hydra Experimentation, Dubious Science, Dubious Content, Artificial Insemination, Non-con pregnancy, Miscarriages, Minor Character Death, Mentions of Torture, Loss of Virginity.

Status: WIP

Summary:

Ernest Hemingway famously said that you make our own luck, but in a world where super soldiers are forged, hidden cities thrive on advanced technology, extraterrestrials breach our skies, and a single gene holds the power to reshape destinies, luck seems like a distant concept. Yet amidst this extraordinary backdrop, Siri’s story unfolds—a tale of unlikely fortune that begins far from the realm of luck.

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[mushroomhattime]

Befriending Loki

-Fluff with teasing

-mentions of poison, age difference

-1282 words

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"Jarvis, are all books present?" She questioned the A.I. System that she had come to adore as much as her father did. "Your favorites, Twilight, New Moon, and Breaking Dawn have been taken out Miss. Stark." He responded sarcastically, but monotonously, like always. "May I ask by whom?" An amused smirk framing her face as she scanned the walls for her desired section. "By Mr. Odinson, Miss. Stark." Jarvis replied. Her smile reappeared as she thought about what Thor might think of them. The only reason she had those at all was because she refused to believe a book was bad until she'd read it herself. And unfortunately, the negative hype surrounding the series was anything but false. "Aha, here we are." She climbed the ladder up to the section full of outdated vocabulary and skimmed through titles she thought to be appropriate. "No, not Edmund... Norton... Wyatt... maybe Drayton," the mutters continued until the target was found. "Ah, Shakespeare! There he is!" She started snatching plays off the shelf and placing them into a makeshift basket she made with the front of her sweater. "Romeo and Juliet, Hamlet, The Taming of The Shrew, Julius Caesar, and Comedy-of-Errors. That should keep him busy for a month or so." She clasped the hem of her shirt in her teeth to keep the contents from spilling out and slid down the edges of the ladder before hurrying out the door and to the elevator. The trip to his cell was unnecessarily long, especially when she stopped to make tea, which proved to be difficult when refusing to put down all the books. But nevertheless, she prevailed and took the reading material and thermos' to the fiftieth floor and into a section of the laboratory. Eventually, she stumbled into the room where his cell was and began the hike over to the door. He watched her closely, highly amused by her state. Her stomach was visible from pulling up her sweater for the books, and under both arms were cups that he found unfamiliar and suspicious. "What are you doing, mortal? You look ridiculous." His face exerted smugness, but that was never unusual for him. "I'm being nice to you, so you damn well better appreciate it, Asgardian." She commanded sarcastically, struggling to type in the password and give a thumbprint as she did so. Thankfully, the door opened without any further obstacles and she crashed in, the entrance closing behind her. "Here." She placed the tea gently into a corner and dumped the literature into his lap. "What is this?" He questioned, examining each cover of the five. "Those are called books, love." She cracked a small smile and plopped down in front of him, sipping her tea. "I'm well aware. What I was insinuating was why have you assumed I could possibly appreciate Midgardian literature?" He much enjoyed teasing her and waiting impatiently for her to throw it back in his face with her witty comments and comebacks. "Because I've listened to the way you and Thor seem to formulate sentences, and the vocabulary you use. It is remarkably similar to the regular speaking patterns of Midgardians in what historians call the Elizabethan Era. These are all written by a man called Shakespeare, who lived in England over 400 years ago, he wrote plays, 43 to be exact. Nowadays we've dubbed your speech 'Ye Old English', an unofficial term used to describe the language difference from then and now, also more formally known as Shakespearean... is that enough information, or shall I continue?" She rambled satirically. "I think that is enough for now." He stated, flipping through The Taming of the Shrew carelessly. "I didn't know what genre you preferred, so I grabbed a variety. I've read all of these ones and I think they're nice. I thought you would like them more than modern books." Her nerves set in, regretting her act of kindness, but she wouldn't dare show them.

He glanced over at her, studying her awkward actions. Her sleeves pulled over her fists, which were resting uncomfortably in the small space on the floor between her crossed legs. He was about to express his thanks when she flung herself to her feet dramatically. With haste, she bent down and snatched the second thermos, then slid on her belly over to him. He hummed a tiny laugh as she reached out her arm with the cup to him. "I made you tea, drink it and shower me with compliments about how good it is." She said. "Yes of course... but are you sure it isn't poisonous?" Loki gave her a knowing glare and a smile.

"I am sixty-five percent sure that it isn't, but you should be fine. That is unless Asgardians are prone to floral allergies." The woman raised her eyebrows sassily at him.

"I am a god. Gods do not have such pathetic internal weaknesses." He scoffed and sipped his tea (after fumbling quietly with the lid in confusion during the majority of the conversation.)

"Yeah yeah, whatever you say Magic-Man... You know, you don't HAVE to act as if you're SO above me all the time. You and I both know that we're equal in intelligence and technically the same age." She had changed her position while talking to have her legs straightened and propped up against the wall with her back and head on the floor next to Loki.

It was obvious that the god was unaware of one of those two presented points because he nearly spit out the tea everywhere. "You and I being the same age is literally impossible. I am thousands of years old and you are eighteen." He looks down at her skeptically; wiping the dribbled tea with the back of his hand.

"Wouldn't it only make sense to assume these two different realms of existence that are billions of lightyears away from each other probably have differing concepts of time? If not because of vastly contrasting histories, then possibly for different distances from their respective suns and moons? How long is a day in Asgard vs. Earth?" She talks with her hands and makes eye contact while still on the floor, happiness emanating from her because of the obvious irritation building in his face. Loki does not like to be shown up or proven wrong, albeit he's never lashed out at her for doing so for some reason.

"Even so, how do you know that we're the same age on earth terms? there are no specifics about that in your kind's Norse literature." He was quite curious now; this could really end up working in his favor.

"Well, it was excruciatingly easy when I had Thor on hand to tell me the average life expectancy of an Asgardian/Norse god and how old you were and the general synopsis of your guy's calendar. You compare those to a human's, specifically American's, then you come up with a medium level equation that can be checked by the two live-in geniuses and the supercomputer that encompasses this building. You, Loki Laufyson, are roughly seventeen and three-fourths old, which makes me approximately 3 months older than you in Midgardian years."

Loki had never seen her look so smug in his life and he despised it. "I despise you." He growled, almost a little too realistically.

"Doubtful, you looove me." An attractive and confident air surrounded her.

"I know." He murmured quietly, not quite ready to have this conversation with her.

"What was that hun?" Back to her considerate, usual tone.

"The tea is lovely, Eliza." Loki toned himself down to a sweeter, softer tone that only she and his mother were ever allowed to hear.

"Hell yeah it is."

[mrshiraethsworld]

SIGNS OF LIFE ━ steve rogers ✪

Chapter Two - Super Soldier They stood like that for a while with her hand in his. It was slightly larger than hers and much more calloused, but it wasn’t rough. He appeared to handle her with extreme caution, not wanting to hurt her or those around them. It wasn't until Amelia looked away from Steve, coughing awkwardly, that he let go of her hand, rubbing his neck sheepishly. Amelia sent him a reassuring smile as she dug into her purse for the file Fury had given her. She held it close to her chest, not waiting for others to see, and leaned against a nearby pole as Steve continued exercising. "Shouldn't you be out celebrating your return to society? Maybe even seeing the world?" Steve stopped punching as if considering her words for a moment. However, he shrugged off the suggestion and walked over to the bench, unraveling the tape off his hands as he sat down, "I went under, the world was at war, I woke up, they say we won. They didn't say what we lost." "I'm sorry I asked-" Amelia apologized. "Don't be," Steve said, placing his stuff into his bag. "Why are you here?" "I’ve been in search of a new gym. I heard the punching bags here are superb," The brunette replied. Steve looked behind him at the bags, some with duct tape barely holding them together. When his eyes met hers again, he seemed slightly guilty as he rubbed the back of his neck, "This is the only gym that hasn’t kicked me out yet." "You mean people have kicked out Captain America?"

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SHORT STORY COLLECTION: LOKI - Bodyguard for Midgard's girl (on Wattpad) 

"Wait." Loki quickly caught up to her and grabbed her hand. "Hold on. I won't let you leave, let alone take another bodyguard."

"Why?" Michelle raised her chin proudly and looked him straight in the eye.

She was ready for any blow, for any words he might say.

"Because you can't have a better bodyguard than me. I've fallen in love with you."

[hdsc-ace]

Acosmist - Moonknight

XV. Scarab

Masterlist Rest of my work. Part 14

Warnings: none. Steven enters the neighbourhood and is almost convinced by Harrow despite Lucilla's involvement.

"Weird isn't it?" Jen questions once the door shuts behind Harrow, her curiosity peaking over her calm façade as she sipped gently on her drink.

"What is?" Lucilla replied, moving to place her bag on a chair that was placed by the door.

"This place," She smiled softly at Lucilla in a way that was almost comforting. "You'll get used to it over time."

However, Lucilla didn't focus on Jen's emotion. "I'm not planning on staying. I help Harrow, Harrow helps me and then I'm out." She explained in a cold tone and it was the honest truth. She's killing 3 birds with one stone: Ptah, Marc, and her history.

"Wow.." Jen dragged out, " Your life is really together." She sarcastically commented, leaving the two in an awkward silence.

Lucilla broke it once Jen moved to the kitchen once again. "Harrow said there's a room for me to stay in until we leave?" She questioned, following Jen with a distance.

"Yes." Jen nodded, "Follow me." She ordered, moving her way into a short corridor. There was directly three rooms at the end of the hall. "Your room is the one on the right," Jen explained gesturing to the room before point to the middle one, "That's the bathroom and my room's just opposite. So, umm.. shout if you need anything."

Jen smiled awkwardly at Lucilla as she moved to her bedroom but paused at the door, turning to Lucilla for a moment. "Or if you need to talk." She shifted back into her room.

"Thank you." Lucilla called out a loud thanks to the girl before walking into her own room.

It was small, no bigger than Lucilla's own room. The room matched the simple decoration as the rest of the apartment but the bed remained different with contrasting colours. A set of towels was set at the foot of the bed as well as a white bear sat by the pillows. It was the average guest room.

"Lucilla," Ptah's voice echoed around the small room.

"Yes, I know." The girl replied, moving to sit upon the neat bed as the God appear at the bottom of it. It was very clear what Ptah was going to say: that she shouldn't be trusting Harrow.

"Egypt is still our priority." He explained.

"I am aware," Lucilla retorted as she reached into her pocket to pull out her phone and a set of earphones. "We're still going to Egypt." She rolled her eyes as she placed a earbud into her ear and began to scroll through the music on her phone.

"With Arthur Harrow, not the avatar." Did he want Lucilla so close to Marc? Even after she made it clear she wouldn't go anywhere near her brother willingly. With Harrow, Lucilla can easily enter Cairo, help Harrow and then complete her business with Ptah before heading back to London alone.

"I am going to Cairo either way." She explained, finally pressing play on her music. Angelica by Wet Leg. Lucilla smiled to herself and she shifted to lay down on the bed.

It felt like only a blink of the eye when Lucilla awoke to the sound of a knock at the door. "Shit," She muttered. Falling asleep was the last thing Lucilla had expected. The room was now dark so Lucilla quickly moved towards the door.

"Hold on," she called out as the knock repeated. "Yeah?" The door opened to reveal Jen sheepishly standing behind it.

"Sorry to wake you," the women quickly apologised before explaining the interruption. "Arthur wants you to meet him on the courtyard. I'll wait by the door for you." She quickly moved back towards the main room. Lucilla followed, needing no time to get herself ready.

Jen happily lead Lucilla to meet Harrow in the courtyard where Harrow currently stood with Marc.. or is it Steven. Steven. If it was Marc then Harrow wouldn't be standing with a hand on his shoulder.

"He's upset Khonshu." Ptah informed Lucilla as the wind began to pick up around them. The girl's eyes jolted as a bin was thrown past her.

"Lucilla!" Arthur greeted the girl once he saw her carefully avoid Khonshu's destruction. "Kinda of you to join us."

Unlike Arthur's bright smile, Steven's is filled with fear. "You're with them?" He nervously questioned.

"No, just assisting with a deal." Lucilla explained as Harrow slapped a hand on both the Spector's backs.

"Come," Harrow smiled before walking ahead of the two. Lucilla quickly fell into place a few paces behind Steven as they blindly follow Harrow. "See, this neighbourhood used to have the highest crime rate in the city." He began to explain the area to Steven just as he did with Lucilla earlier on in the day. "There was so much suffering, so much pain…"

A smile braced Harrow's face as he started greeting people once again. "It was truly heartbreaking. Now people don't lock their doors at night. They feel safe." He continued to flaunt his achievements before getting distracted by someone walking past with a box full of fruit.

"But you don't want to tell anyone, no. People don't want to hear good news. They'd rather cling to their fear, cling to their pain." Harrow continued, letting his eyes wander to Lucilla at the last sentence but the girl simply let her eyes wander to anywhere else.

Steven's obvious observation of "Goat.." at the bleating of the animal brought Harrow back onto the main topic of conversations before quickly getting distracted again.

Harrow happily walked up to someone, speaking Mandarin as a football was tossed to him. He tossed it back as the group passed by.

"You all talk Chinese?" Steven questioned.

"Ah, Mandarin." Harrow replied smugly. "We all aspire to learn three languages. So, we teach each other. We share our knowledge." He was easily pleased by his own accomplishments.

Steven muttered a sign that the idea was impressive but Harrow quickly changed the topic as they reached the hall. "You hungry?" He asked in steven's direction, not even acknowledging Lucilla. "The food's free. You're a vegan, right?"

"Yeah," Steven answered, barely taking notice of anything that's not the building they were in.

"Yeah, so am I. You might wanna try the lentil soup. I made it this morning. It's Victor's recipie." Harrow began to ramble only stopping as he spots Victor sat on the wall widdling a spoon. "Gracias, Victor." He calls out before turning back to Steven. "He's from the Yucatan. He's.. No, he's very funny."

"Here," Harrow moves to pass Steven a tray then Lucilla. She quickly declined the tray and moved away to find a table for the group instead as the two men spoke.

"Khonshu isn't convinced by Harrow."

"Well, neither am I." Lucilla muttered quietly, keeping her head down as she sat at a table. "He's not the most convincing person in the world despite all of this." The girl flinched as the sound of soft metal slams together.

"He-" Ptah began to comment on khonshu once again but Lucilla cut him off.

"I think I've established Khonshu isn't convinced." She rolled her eyes as Harrow began walking towards her with Steven.

"He often throws temper tantrums, like a two-year-old." Harrow explained to Steven as they sat down beside the girl. "None of the gods respect him. Perhaps that's why he's banished."

Lucilla smirked as her eyes drifted to Ptah stood a few meters away from the group. Of course he wanted her to follow Khonshu, because no one else would.

"What's he saying now?" Harrow questioned as Steven moved to look behind him, probably searching for khonshu. "I am real justice." He mocked.

"Can you hear him?" Steven asked nervously.

"Not anymore." Harrow answered, focusing on his food. He moved an apple Lucilla's direction before touching his. "I was his former Avatar. Before you. I was the first of vengeance."

"I'm not the fist of anything," Steven shrugged as he touched his own food. "That's the little American Man living inside of me."

"That's uhh… Thats" Harrow began to question Steven's awareness of Marc but Lucilla cut him off.

"Marc." Steven nodded at the girl. She took the apple from Harrow and took a few bites.

"Soup's… Yeah, it's very good. It's ace. Yeah, it's lovely." Steven begins to fill in the silence.

"Khonshu punishes those who have already walked an evil path. His retribution comes too late. By the time his fist of vengeance arrives, people have already suffered." Harrow began to explain, "Ammit knows this too well. She tears evil up from the root, casting her judgment before any evil's done. That's why we must resurrect her."

"Wait," Lucilla jolted in her seat that the words. That was nothing on what Harrow explained her into a deal on. She never agreed to Ammit's resurrection.

"I did warn you." Ptah muttered in the back of Lucilla's head as the two brushed her away. "Leave"

"Right. But… Isn't that a bit dodgy? Like, trusting the judgment of a weird crocodile lady?" Steven questioned. He knew the most about Egyptian Mythology and even he was concerned.

"I didn't sign up for a resurrection Harrow." Lucilla argued but Harrow simply ignored the girl.

"You don't need to doubt her judgment." He told both of them. "Ammit will light the path to good by eradicating the choice of evil, which brings us to the scarab." The tone of the room instantly shifted as soon as the scarab was mentioned.

It was easy to say Harrow knew what he was doing. "That scarab functions as a kind of compass, leading us to Ammit's tomb. She's out there, waiting, longing to be freed." People began to stand and surround the table. They are expecting a fight.

Steven muttered a quick "Hi," to the people approaching them as Harrow continued.

"While the cruel masses deserve to face her judgment. And in the wake of their screams, evil eradicated. Steven, to exist at that moment? Heaven on Earth. So, the scarab." Harrow asked, hoping Steven would just hand it over.

"Oh, I don't have it." Lucilla glared at Steven. There was no chance in hell Marc would let Steven throw away the scarab, even if he refused to tell anyone about it's purpose.

[redcamelliawrites]

Chapters: 3/5 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tony Stark/Stephen Strange, Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Stephen Strange, Pepper Potts & Stephen Strange, Stephen Strange & Wong Characters: Tony Stark, Stephen Strange, Wong (Marvel), Peter Parker, Pepper Potts, Steve Rogers, other characters to be tagged Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Fluff and Angst, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Stephen Strange Needs a Hug, Oblivious Stephen Strange, Established Tony Stark/Stephen Strange, Skiing, Found Family, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fix-It of Sorts, I Don't Even Know, Maybe I Should Try Plotting, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary:

Stephen Strange is in love with Tony Stark. He is willing to do whatever it takes to keep the engineer from finding out, even if it means withdrawing from his newfound family. But as the Avengers prepare for a team bonding ski trip, Stephen is forced to confront why he is so convinced he is better off alone and maybe, just maybe, begin to move past it.

[aribarilol]

Frostfire Sonata | Bucky Barnes X OC - 16 - Spar (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1459254164-frostfire-sonata-bucky-barnes-x-oc-16-spar?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=aribarilmao She was a free spirit, until her life was ripped away from her. He was a cold, emotionless killer. 20 years later she meets the one person she loathed. The man who did it all. The one who turned her into the monster she was today. But what she least expected to find was the burning desire that ignited between them. ----------------------------------------- Enemies to Lovers story Marvel Cinematic Universe AU (Thanos never came down to Earth) *I do not write smut*