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kining-the-evil · 10 months ago

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Pitty Party

/Summary/: After a mistake on a mission that led to another member of the team getting hurt May is there to help bring you back to earth

/Trigger warnings/: talks of death, talks of being in jail, panic attacks, no pronouns are used but reader is meant to be they/them, may is a mentor to the reader

/Requested by/: @mellifluous-fics

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/AN/: I am so, unbelievably sorry this took almost a year to get out. I’m going back and trying to get all of the old fics out that were the original requesters. I really hope it was worth the wait.

Slap…Slap…Slap…

You listened to the way your fists hit the punching bag in front of you. Your hands were starting to go numb, but you ignored it as you continued to hit the bag. You didn’t want to stop, you couldn’t stop. Not after today. Not after you fucked up the way you did. Not after you let Fitz get hurt on a mission.

You heard someone come into the room, but you ignored it, just like you had every other time someone from the team came in to try and talk to you. You ignored Sky, Colson, and Grant. Even Simmons left Fitz’s side to try and talk to you, but you refused to stop or look over at her as she told you Fitz was going to be okay.

“I didn’t come in here to be ignored.”

You hesitated for a second when you heard May's voice, but the moment you did, a flash of what happened went through your mind and you went back to hitting the bag. May let you continue for a few minutes before speaking again.

“You’ve been at it for two hours, you’re gonna hurt yourself.”

“‘M fine.” You finally mumbled, but her words got to you slightly. You started to feel the exhaustion from not only the two hours of active work you just did, but the mission you’d been on before this. You felt your body stagger slightly, your arms getting heavy and you could suddenly feel the sweat covering your body.

A hand touched your shoulder, pulling you back from the bag, and you let it. Your hands fell as you were led back a few feet, and you had to work to stay upright.

“Sit.” May commanded, though her voice was slightly softer than it normally was. She pushed you down onto a bench, walking away to grab you some water, not that you drank it. Instead you just looked at the water as you tried to catch your breath.

“Don’t throw yourself a-“

“It’s not a pitty party.” You snapped through labored breath. You knew this speech, it was the same thing May had given you a thousand times. When she was training you and you had a tough day, when you failed a mission for the first time, even when she came to recruit you for SHIELD. You could remember it like it was yesterday, how you were in a ‘correctional facility,’ no one had visited you the entire time you were there, your parents making it clear they didn’t want anything to do with you after the ‘incident.’ That’s when May showed up, offering you a place at their youth training center, and you happily took it instead of being stuck in that facility for any longer than you had too. You could remember exactly what she said; ‘you can stay here and throw yourself a pitty party or you can make a difference.’

“It sure looks like one,” May told you. “You’re ignoring you team, Fitz is going to be fine-“

“He’s not fine!” You finally snapped. “Fitz isn’t fine! He got shot because I could do my damn job and clear the building!” You stood up and threw the plastic cup of water to the ground. May just watched you, her hands crossed across her chest. “Say something!”

“Say what?” She sounded like her calm composed self, and it pissed you off.

“Anything! Yell at me! Tell me I was an idiot that doesn’t know how to do my job! You should be angry with me, everyone should be!” You yelled at her as your eyes filled with tears. “I’m the reason my teammate almost died! I’m supposed to protect you all, that’s my job, and I couldn’t even do that!”

May just watched you yell as tears streamed down your face. You were sure everyone could hear you at this point, but you didn’t care. You wanted May to tell you off like she did every other mistake.

“How many missions have you successfully completed?” You frowned at her words as you cried.

“What-“

“How many missions have you completed successfully?”

“I don’t know… a lot?”

“And how many have ended with a teammate hurt in a way that could have been lethal?”

“Two.” May’s face softened at your answers slightly.

“That time wasn’t a mission-“

“That’s what we called it. And because I didn’t watch the owner of that convenient store we robbed my best friend that I considered family died. And now another friend I consider family almost died because I didn’t watch for any threats like I should have been doing! So don’t make this into a ‘it only happened once, everyone makes mistakes,’ because this isn’t that! These two times matter more than any other mission I’ve completed!”

By the end of your little rant you were full on crying, almost hyperventilating as you wrapped your arms around yourself. A panic attack. You used to get them a lot when you were younger, but you hadn’t had a bad one like this in years.

You were so wrapped up in your struggle to breath and the flashing memories that you didn’t realize May had moved closer to you until her strong arms were being wrapped around you.

“Follow my breathing.” May told you,and you did your best to match your shaky breaths to her strong ones. You don't know how long you stood there together doing that, but eventually you were able to slow your breathing. Even after that May kept her arms around you.

“You aren’t getting sent away for this mistake, none of us are going to leave you because you made an honest mistake. Okay?”

“I should still be punished.”

“Normally I’d agree to a good punishment for a mistake, but I think you’ve done plenary.” May motioned to your split and bleeding knuckles. “Now, come on. Fitz was worried sick that you were punishing yourself over this.”

You nodded and let May lead you out of the room and back to your team.

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onegayastronaut · 1 day ago

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Rekindling the Flame

Requested by anon: Hi could I maybe request a Melinda May & female reader fic where May and reader were best friends at the academy but went on different paths and are now reuniting again. Bonus points if Daisy is convinced they are a couple and is shipping them hard.

Words: 1104

Melinda May wasn’t one for nostalgia. The past was a place she avoided revisiting—its weight far too heavy for her liking. But when Director Coulson assigned her to oversee a new mission briefing, she couldn’t suppress the flicker of emotion that broke through her usually steely demeanor.

The specialist called in to consult wasn’t just anyone.

It was you.

Her best friend from the S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy days. The one person who knew her before the “Cavalry,” before Bahrain, before the years of stoic silence and walls built too high for anyone to climb.

May stood near the head of the conference room, arms crossed, her gaze locked on the door. When you walked in, it felt like the years apart melted away, even if the faint lines at the corners of your eyes spoke of your own battles.

You scanned the room, stopping short when you saw her. A smile broke across your face—bright and familiar, just like she remembered.

“Agent May,” you greeted, your voice betraying a flicker of nervousness. You hadn’t seen her in over a decade.

“(Y/N),” May said, her tone unusually soft.

The room fell quiet as the two of you locked eyes. There was so much to say, but no words to fill the void years had left. Finally, you grinned, trying to lighten the mood.

“Still as intimidating as ever, I see.”

May’s lips twitched. “And you’re still as reckless.”

The old rhythm between you two came flooding back, and for a moment, the years and the pain didn’t matter. The rest of the room might as well have disappeared.

From across the room, Daisy nudged Mack with her elbow. “Okay, what is going on there?”

“What do you mean?” Mack asked, glancing at you and May. You were seated close together, heads tilted toward one another as you talked in hushed tones. It was the most animated anyone had seen May in months.

Daisy gestured wildly. “Look at them! The shared smiles, the intense eye contact. That’s not just a friend reunion. That’s chemistry.”

Mack snorted. “You’re reading too much into it.”

“Am I?” Daisy countered, crossing her arms. “They’re giving serious power couple vibes. Like, ‘grumpy mentor meets sunshine bestie’ kind of energy. I’m just saying—I’m here for it.”

Mack shook his head. “You’ve been watching too many rom-coms.”

Later that evening, you found May in the lounge, sitting with a cup of tea in hand. The dim lighting softened her sharp features, making her look less like the hardened warrior the world knew and more like the young woman you’d shared late-night study sessions with at the Academy.

“Couldn’t sleep?” you asked, taking a seat beside her.

“Never do,” she replied, her voice low.

You leaned back, letting the silence stretch. It was comfortable, just like it used to be. Words weren’t always necessary with May; she appreciated quiet company over hollow chatter.

“I missed you,” you said finally, breaking the stillness.

May’s gaze shifted to you, her expression unreadable. After a long pause, she admitted, “I missed you too.”

Your lips curved into a smile. “You could’ve reached out, you know. I’m not that hard to find.”

“I didn’t think you’d want to hear from me,” she said, her voice softer than you’d ever heard it.

You frowned. “Why wouldn’t I?”

She hesitated, then looked away. “A lot’s changed since the Academy.”

“Not everything,” you said gently. “You’re still my best friend, May. That’ll never change.”

Her shoulders relaxed, just a fraction, and she let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. For the first time in years, she felt something close to peace.

The next morning, Daisy cornered you in the gym. “Okay, spill it,” she demanded, planting her hands on her hips.

You blinked at her, mid-punch on the bag. “Spill what?”

“You and May,” Daisy said, grinning. “What’s the deal? Are you secretly dating? Have you been together since the Academy? Because if not, I’m officially shipping this.”

You laughed, a sound that startled even you. “Daisy, we’re just friends. Always have been.”

Daisy raised an eyebrow. “Sure, Jan. Tell that to literally everyone else who’s seen you two together.”

You shook your head, still smiling. “I think you’ve been spending too much time on fan forums.”

“Maybe,” Daisy admitted, “but mark my words: there’s something there.”

The briefing had gone smoothly, and the mission was executed with precision. You and May fell into an effortless rhythm, working together as though no time had passed since your last joint operation. Your movements were in sync, your strategies perfectly aligned. The rest of the team couldn’t help but notice.

“They’re like a well-oiled machine,” Mack said, watching as you and May coordinated an infiltration with little more than nods and hand signals.

“Told you,” Daisy whispered back. “Couple energy.”

By the time the mission was over, the team returned to the Quinjet in high spirits. You sat beside May in the corner, both of you quietly decompressing. The silence between you wasn’t heavy this time; it was companionable, filled with unspoken understanding.

As the Quinjet soared back toward the Playground, May turned to you. “So...are you staying this time?”

The question hung in the air, heavy with hope.

You smiled, your eyes warm. “If you’ll have me.”

May didn’t reply right away, but the faint curve of her lips said more than words ever could. For the first time in years, she allowed herself to hope.

From the cockpit, Daisy leaned over to Mack and whispered, “Called it.”

Mack sighed. “You’re impossible.”

A week later, the team gathered for a rare evening off. Daisy’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she watched you and May quietly chatting on the other side of the room. Finally, she couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“So, when’s the wedding?” she called out, grinning.

The room fell silent. You choked on your drink, and May shot Daisy a glare that could’ve frozen lava.

“Daisy,” May said in a warning tone.

“What?” Daisy said innocently. “I’m just saying, you two are perfect together. The world’s been waiting.”

You looked at May, a mixture of amusement and embarrassment on your face. “She’s relentless.”

May sighed. “You have no idea.”

As the others laughed and the conversation shifted, May leaned closer to you, her voice low enough that only you could hear. “Ignore her.”

“She might be onto something,” you teased, your eyes twinkling.

May gave you a look, but the corners of her mouth betrayed the faintest of smiles. For the first time in years, she felt something she thought she’d lost forever.

Happiness.

#melinda may #melinda may x reader #melinda may imagine #agents of shield #agents of shield imagine #agents of s.h.i.e.l.d.#agents of shield x reader

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jamiedc-they-them · 1 year ago

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Rise Together (Platonic)

Requested Summary: Melinda May has always been the protector. Now though, she isn’t the only one, but instincts die hard.

It was meant to be a normal mission. Get people out and deal with the Watchdogs. You’d found a bomb, and managed to get everyone else out before it went off. While everyone get out, they realised they were missing one person.

You.

It takes a moment for them to realise; mainly because they’re accounting for everyone else - the civilians - before they realise. It’s Daisy who mentions. The others soon realise where you most likely are as well. They all look at the building. One that may be your tomb.

May runs as fast as she can back to the site, she’s meant to protect you. And she’s failed.

They know they can’t did through the massive parts of the building. But there are small things they can move.

So, they get to work.

They’re desperate with their moments. They’re just clawing away at what they can, calling out to you as well. They just hope their throats don’t give up on them as they keep calling out for you. So far, nothing has come back.

Then, for once, they get lucky. They find a hand, and a whole lot of blood.

“Oh god,” May says, betraying her concern. The others all swarm, helping her move the rubble away. They can’t even describe your state.

May puts pressure on your wound, or well, one of them. This one is deep, something impaled you at some point and went through cleanly.

Jemma is barking orders, but May’s not hearing it. The voices are faded. All she can focus on is you. You’re not breathing. You look dead. May looks at her hands, pretty much caked in blood, get covered over by two more. Looking over, she sees Daisy, who gives May a shaky smile.

Her senses start to come back to her, even with her heart pounding.

“They’ll be ok,” Daisy promises, “they’ll be ok.”

May then realises her hands are off the wound, she goes to move them back, but Daisy squeezes May’s hands and keeps eye contact with the woman, “hey. May, hey,” she says, “we’ve got them now. Y/N will be ok. We’ll make sure of it, alright? We’ve got them.”

Daisy has done her job of distraction, as you’re out of the rubble and being loaded onto a stretcher. It makes May’s stomach churn.

Slowly, the two stand up. May watches you go. Daisy looks as well, biting her lip in anxiety.

It’s May who squeezes Daisy’s hands this time.

They’ve done all they can. They got you out. Jemma and her team just have to make sure you live.

It’s not just her looking out for you anymore. You both have gained a family who will do all they can for you.

She takes a breath, and hopes.

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untoldreader · 9 months ago

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Shadows of Betrayal

Melinda May x Reader

Chapter 2

The chill in the air sends a shiver down my spine as I walk alone through the dimly lit streets. Anxiety tightens its grip on my heart, a premonition of the darkness that looms ahead. Little do I know that fate has chosen this night to forever alter the course of my life.

A sudden noise startles me, and before I can react, a cloth is pressed against my mouth. The world swirls into a haze of confusion as darkness claims my consciousness.

When I awaken, disoriented and groggy, the surroundings are unfamiliar. Cold metal presses against my back, and the acrid smell of dampness fills the air. Panic surges through my veins like a wild river, realizing that I have become a prisoner in a place unknown.

A voice cuts through the silence, its tone laced with malice. "Welcome to your new reality, my dear. You are now a guest of Hydra."

Hydra—an organization synonymous with malevolence and destruction. Images of their sinister deeds flash through my mind, tales of manipulation and control that have plagued the world. How did I become entangled in their web?

Days turn into weeks as I find myself subjected to grueling training sessions designed to break my spirit and mold me into a weapon of their choosing. They strip away my identity, reducing me to a mere pawn in their twisted game. The cruelty of my captors knows no bounds, their methods calculated to inflict both physical and psychological pain.

But amidst the darkness, a glimmer of resistance flickers within me. The memory of who I once was, the strength and resilience that defined me, refuses to be extinguished. I vow to fight, to reclaim my freedom, even if it means playing the part of a compliant captive.

As time stretches on, I become adept at concealing my true intentions, disguising my growing resolve beneath a facade of compliance. I observe my captors, studying their weaknesses, searching for an opportunity to strike back. The knowledge that I am not alone in this struggle fuels my determination. There are others, like me, trapped within Hydra's clutches. Together, we form a fragile alliance, sharing whispered stories of hope and survival in the dead of night.

In the shadows, we plan our escape, meticulously laying the groundwork for our liberation. We know the risks, the dangers that lie ahead, but the thirst for freedom outweighs the fear that threatens to consume us.

And so, as the night of our daring escape finally arrives, I take a deep breath, steeling myself for what lies ahead. It's a moment of reckoning, where the strength of my spirit will be tested against the might of Hydra.

As we slip through the labyrinthine corridors, avoiding the watchful eyes of our captors, each step carries the weight of our collective determination. The taste of freedom is within reach, and we refuse to let it slip away.

But Hydra's grip is tenacious, their reach extending far and wide. The path to our liberation is fraught with peril and sacrifice. We navigate treacherous obstacles, engage in fierce battles, and endure unimaginable hardships. Our bodies ache, and our spirits waver, but the flame of hope burns bright within us, guiding us through the darkest of nights.

And so, with hearts aflame and a burning desire for justice, we press forward, fueling our resolve with the memories of all we have lost. For we are no longer mere captives; we have become warriors, united in our quest to dismantle the very organization that sought to break us.

The journey ahead is arduous, and the shadows of betrayal linger. But together, we stand, ready to defy the forces that sought to extinguish our light. United by our shared purpose, we march forward, prepared to face whatever challenges may come our way, determined to reclaim the lives that were stolen from us.

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bonniebird · 2 years ago

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Request: Anonymous asked: "Did you notice (character) only kissed you on the forehead? Next thing you know it'll be a pat on the hand." Melina May. #valentine2023

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You knew she was watching. After the talk the two of you had, you’d been avoiding her. She’d pointed out the lack of enthusiasm that your partner had in dating you. Implied that they planned on breaking up with you. You’d scoffed and told her how wrong she was.

That only seemed to amuse her. Despite what you said you couldn’t help but notice the changes. No more late-night texts wishing you a good night's sleep. But they were on a lot of missions and you couldn’t expect them to keep it up long-term with all the stuff going on. No more trying to spend just a quick lunch together. But who had time for lunch these days?

“I’ll see you later.” they muttered and kissed you on the forehead as they rushed away. Melinda chuckled as she sipped at her drink, pretending to be reading a newspaper.

“What is it now?” You asked and she simply shrugged.

"Did you notice Your partner only kissed you on the forehead? Next thing you know it'll be a pat on the hand." She said and chuckled to herself. You huffed and then went to join her at her seat.

“You’re wrong.” You said firmly. She looked at you as if you were being ridiculous. Then there was a long silence before you added. “I know that you’re wrong, you can say what you like.”

“I didn’t say a word.” She said calmly. “But if I was going to…”

“Ugh. I’m leaving and I’m not listening!” You insisted and left. She chuckled and watched you leave before finishing her drink.

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cowboycatreign · 2 years ago

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Married Couples Don’t Blush

Summary: reader and May go on an… interesting mission

TW: 18+, smut, grinding ( may receiving), oral (reader receiving), fingering (reader receiving)

MINORS SHOO SHOO

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I don’t know how I got into this mess. This is only the second mission I have been assigned too, but somehow this seemed to be something not even a trained professional would want to do, let alone a third year shield academy student. At first I was so glad to be paired up with Melinda cause she is my best friend, but about five minutes ago, when I realized what we would have to do, I wished to be paired with anybody but her. But we were taught to always commit to the mission. So all I can do now is accept it. Obviously Millie can tell that I am super anxious cause she leans over whispers in my ear saying, “Hey, I can tell your nervous. Don’t be worried. Think about this, instead of being paired up with me, someone who you are comfortable with, you could be paired up with someone you barley know, like Coulson.” I giggle a little bit, but that isn’t the reason why I am dreading this mission. That aspect of it makes me uncomfortable, but I am worried about that fact that all of today I have been noticing how beautiful Melinda is. How kind she is. How absolutely amazing she is. So as we near the room, I am not nervous about the sex part I am nervous about falling in love with my best friend.

When we are about to enter our room I whisper to Mel, “how are we gonna do this?” She responds with, “follow my lead.” So I did just that. Mel entered the room and took off her heals stating what a long day it had been. I agreed and did the same thing. She came over and kissed my neck. My face felt like it was on fire. When May noticed this she giggled and kissed my nose. I could tell that my whole body was now some shade of pink. Millie started taking off her dress and wiping away her makeup. I had to take a second to center myself and remember that we are supposed to be married. Married couples don’t blush when their partner kisses them. When Melinda came out of the bathroom she had a mischievous glint in her eye. I finally acknowledge the fact that this is actually happening. “You know I love that suit, but it would just look so good on my floor.” Mel pins me against a wall and attacks my neck. Not expecting what just happened I let out a moan. She takes that as a sign of encouragement pulling her kisses up from my neck to my parted mouth. Millie uses said parted mouth to take control of the kiss. I cannot believe that I am about to do this with my best friend. As though sensing this thought Melinda went up to my ear and whispered, “Is this alright with you? I want to make sure your not uncomfortable.” I shake my head eagerly trying to play it off like I am just a good actress. Now Mel takes full control. “Now why don’t you strip for me princess…” I do so with speed, obviously Millie does the same because next time I look back I can see her stunning figure. “You get more beautiful every time I look at you.” I turned the tables making Mel blush this time. “The flattering works. Bed. Now.” I practically skip over to the bed. When I look back Melinda is sauntering over, which makes me turn into a tomato (a/n Amity tomato 😂). She gets on top of me and starts trailing kisses all the way down my body. When she finally reaches my legs she takes as long as possible to get where I need her. She gives me hickies on my inner thigh to commemorate the occasion. She grazes her tung over my clit then pulled away stating, “Me first.” I whine a little then comply. I prepare my face, but then she sits on my thigh. Apparently with a fan of grinding. So Mel starts moving trying to create as much friction as she can. I help by moving my thighs in the opposite direction of her movement. This ended up doing something cause a moan escaped her mouth. I then put my thigh as close to her folds as I can get and put my hands on her shoulders pushing her down. At this point I can tell she is incredibly close cause she is practically screaming. I never knew she could be this loud. When she finally cums I guide her off my leg gently and lay her next to me after tons of kisses it is finally my turn. She gives one final kiss to the jaw and makes her way down. She started assaulting my clit. She adds extra stimulation by plunging three of her fingers in and out of me. I can’t help but moan. Mel decides to use her free and message my boob. With all this happening at once I only last an incredibly short amount of time. I can already feel the knot building in the center of my stomach. When I am finished Millie helps me ride through the orgasm and tells me I did amazing for her. I bring her up to cuddle and whisper asking if she is okay, she responded yes in a very whimsical tone. When Me and mel are cuddling a very intrusive thought invades my mind. This thought is saying, “I love her. That’s it. I love her.” I cannot let myself admit that because I would never have a chance. She’s my best friend after all…

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upat4amwiththemoon · 7 months ago

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can I request a Daisy Johnson x reader fanfic where reader works at shield and is the (secret) daughter of Coulson and May and only a small circle, not including Daisy knows who readers parents are. Reader and Daisy met at shield hq and Daisy ends up ranting to Coulson about the girl she met and after a while Coulson realises Daisy is talking about his daughter?

Accidental oversharing

Summary: The secret daughter of Phil Coulson and Melinda May.

Pairing: Daisy Johnson x female!reader, Philinda x daughter!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 772

a/n: day 1000 of wishing Marvel gave us more Daisy Johnson content

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore

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“Oh shit!” A stack of papers falls to the ground as Daisy’s body bumps right into someone in the middle of the SHIELD headquarters’ hallway.

“I’m so sorry.” The other woman mumbles as she kneels down, starting to gather all the papers from the ground. “I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

“No, it’s my fault,” Daisy picks up the few papers that flew further away.

The woman gives Daisy a small smile as she stands up, now holding all of her papers. She takes a double take, her brows scrunching together. “Aren’t you the Quake?”

“Oh god,” she cringes at the mention of her superhero name, “please call me Daisy. I hate that name.”

“Okay, Daisy. I’m Y/N.” Freeing one of her hands, Y/N reaches it out to shake Daisy’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”

It’s not that Daisy doesn’t pay attention to the people working at SHIELD, because she does, she makes sure to be at least polite to everyone (who deserves it), but right now she can’t help but stare at the woman in front of her, taking her in fully. “Uhuh.” She nods, shaking Y/N’s hand softly.

“Okay.” She lets out a small laugh before pulling her hand away from Daisy’s weak grip. “I really have to get going, but I’ll see you around, maybe.” Y/N waits for a couple of seconds before walking away.

“Yeah…” Daisy whispers, her eyes following her until she finally registers reality. “Wait what?” Her eyes widen as a visceral need to get the woman’s number comes over her. She desperately looks around to find the woman, but the sea of people has already hidden her from sight. “Shit.”

Daisy has no choice but to continue her way to Coulson, who called for her at least 30 minutes ago.

“Hey, Daisy?” Coulson’s hand waves in front of her face. “Are you listening to me?”

Daisy sighs, coming out of her dreamland as she focused her gaze on Coulson. “No, sorry AC.”

“What’s going on?”

Leaning her head over the back of the couch, Daisy smiles softly as she reminisces what happened not too long ago. “I bumped into someone, a woman, today. I don’t think I’ve seen her around before, because I’d definitely remember her if I had.”

“Someone finally caught your eye?” Coulson has a small grin on his face as he listens to her talk.

“What do you mean finally?” She scoffs, rolling her eyes before going to explaining. “She was so beautiful and nice, so cute, and I was acting so weird around her.” Daisy lays her hand over her face, a small grimace on it. “But I couldn’t help it! I got completely mesmerized by her.”

Though Coulson wanted to tease her at first, his grin turns into a genuine smile. Daisy hasn’t really paid attention to people after everything that happened with Ward and then Lincoln, so he is truly happy for her.

“I didn’t get her number though.” She mumbles. “But her name is Y/N, do you know her?”

At the mention of her name, Coulson’s brows raise. “Y/N? About yay tall, great hair, smiling all the time?” He gestures with his hands, wanting to make sure they’re thinking about the same person.

“Yeah! So you do know her?”

“Ask her number from May. I’m banner from that duty since I apparently don’t know how to judge a person’s vibes well enough.” He says it as if it’s the moat ridiculous thing he has ever heard, but there’s fondness in his tone.

Daisy furrows her brows, now lifting her head up properly to watch Coulson. “You know her well? May too?”

“Mhm.” He smiles, his arms crossed over his chest. “She is our daughter.”

There is a prolonged silence as Daisy tries to wrap her head around the sentence. “Daughter? You-“ she opens and closes her mouth, her wide eyes stuck on Coulson’s grinning face. “I know you two are together, but long enough to have a whole adult daughter?”

“Very few people know.”

“Why wasn’t I one of those people?”

“Security reasons. Don’t worry, none of the people on the team know.” Coulson takes out his phone, informing May that Daisy is now aware of their daughter.

“But-“ Daisy huffs before shaking her head. “Philinda daughter…” she mumbles.

“Please don’t call her that. May might hurt you.” Coulson pats Daisy’s shoulder. “Do you want her number?”

“Yes! Yes, I want her number.”

“Go get it from May-“ Daisy is already on her feet, “she is getting the bus ready.” And Daisy is gone, leaving Coulson to chuckle by himself.

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tvseries-writings · 10 months ago

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And he is back

Wandanat x Bioquake x Bobbi x reader (soulmate au)

TW: suicide

Plot: In a nightmare, you see Hive whose persuades Diasy killing herself and now he is in your mind, again.

You see him, behind her back, the great and powerful Hive. The shadow of a sadistic smile painting his monstrous face as he whispers in her ear. He did it to you too, and now he's doing it to her. You scream at her to stop but it's no use, she can't hear you, no matter how hard your vocal cords vibrate, begging her to stop, not to listen to him. Daisy, the inhuman who stole your heart, stands in front of him, her back to him as she puts a gun to her temple, her finger firmly on the trigger.

You scream, tears streaking your cheeks as you try to get closer but some kind of barrier prevents you. You slam your hands on that invisible wall; once, twice, three times but nothing you do seems to get his attention.

"Daisy, please," your voice is hoarse and trembling and the Inhuman looks at you but her eyes are glassy, the effect of Hive's drug clouds her mind and your heart aches, you know what she is feeling and you know the effect her control has on Inhumans like you.

"Daisy, look at me, don't do it, love. There's me, there's Jemma, Wanda, Natasha, Bobbi, May, Coulson, Fitz, Mack...please Dee, don't do this."

You plead with her, falling to your knees as your tears fall so profusely that they pool in a small stain at your feet. Your heart clenches as you watch her grip the gun tighter.

Hive walks over to the hacker and girds her hips, bringing his mouth closer to Daisy's neck.

"They'll be better off without you; think about Lincoln, Trip..."

He whispers it as glibly as if he were speaking words of love as he looks at you with dark, malevolent eyes that pierce your soul. He looks at you as if he were addressing those words to you as well.

Daisy looks at you one last time before unlocking the gun's safety.

"You'll be better without me."

You scream and your heart stops when a shot rings out in the dark gray cell where you stand. You fall to the ground and watch the blood gush from her lifeless body. You watch his face quickly turn to ash gray.

"Do not despair, you will soon meet his end, inhuman."

Hive approaches you and, finally, the barrier that separated you from Daisy shatters. You start to run toward her but Hive grabs you by the arm, forcing you to turn toward him.

"Your time has come."

"No!"

You scream and as he makes you dependent again, your concern goes to Daisy's body lying on the cold concrete floor and the only desire that pervades you, before Hive takes over, is to hold her in your arms and hear her laugh once more.

………..………………………..………………

You wake up drenched in sweat and with your heart beating wildly. Your chest aches and it takes you a few seconds to realize that what you experienced was nothing but a terrible nightmare.

Chills run down your spine as you sit up; your pajama shirt is so wet that the cold air outside the covers makes you shiver at the mere touch.

You search frantically for Daisy with your eyes, and when you see her chest slowly rising and falling and her light snoring, you breathe a sigh of relief and your heart finally begins to calm a little. You bring your knees to your chest, looking at Daisy and not taking your eyes off your girlfriend. You struggle to extricate yourself from Bobbi's grip and step over Jemma to get out of bed. You need to get some air and you don't want to sleep, not anymore. You don't want to see her face again and, most of all, you definitely want to get the image of Daisy out of your head and- and.

You shake your head, gritting your teeth and trying to breathe deep to get the image of the gun pointed at her temple out of your head.

You look at the nightstand where Bobbi always rests her gun, despite your protests, Jemma's protests, and Wanda's protests. Natasha, on the other hand, along with Daisy, fully supported her. You don't think twice before taking it in your hand, squeezing it with more force than you should. If Hive is back, if he has entered your head again...No, he is dead, Lincoln sacrificed himself to make him dead. His sacrifice could not have been in vain, not-

You can't freak out, not here, not with them sleeping so you touch your bracelet, activating it, before teleporting to the gym. You sit on one of the mats May uses to meditate, turning the gun over in your hands, savoring its weight and the coldness of the metal. You sob, thinking back to the nightmare and what Hive put you through, put you through. You remember vividly the dazzling withdrawal his lack of touch caused you; the physical pain he caused you, not to mention the mental pain. If he came back--you look down the barrel of the gun and turn it toward you,toward your face. If he came back, your last moment of lucidity will lead to your death, is a promise.

"What the hell are you doing?"

May's voice makes you wince and you drop the gun to the ground. May quickly approaches you, kicking the gun away and trying to meet your gaze.

"What the hell were you doing with a gun pointed at you?"

May repeats, punctuating each word harshly as she watches your every movement.

"I-it's not what it looks like May."

You whisper; you don't make eye contact with her, yet you feel her gaze burn into your back.

" Y/n, I really don't think it can look like anything else right now."

Flashbacks of your nightmare return to cloud your mind. You don't even realize that you tried to reach for your gun again and were stopped by May.

"Y/n, y/n! This is not real, what you are experiencing is not real. Listen to me, follow my voice, let's go."

May is frightened, you don't seem to be listening to her, and the Caveman is particularly startled by the blank look on your face.

"Agent!"

May shouts, shaking you by the shoulders, and Hive's face in front of you turns into the face of your SO.

"M-May?" you whisper, your voice shaky and broken as you cling to her as if she were your only lifeline.

"It's all right, it's all right. It was all in your mind."

It takes you a few minutes to realize that you are clinging to your SO; although you see May as a mother -- well, she must not know that. You pull away from her and swing from one foot to the other, looking out of the corner of your eye at the gun a couple of feet away from you.

May follows your gaze and quickly reaches for the gun, taking it in her hands and slipping it into the empty holster on her right thigh.

"Are your girls awake?"

You open your eyes wide, shaking your head firmly.

"No, no May, you don't have to tell them anything. Please May."

The officer sighs, crossing his arms and looking at you with a raised right eyebrow.

"Y/n, you're clearly having problems and you need to talk to someone about it, okay? They are your partners, if-"

"It's Hive!" May stops and you sigh, before continuing; your back hunches, as if you are bearing the weight of the world on your shoulders, "It's Hive, May. He's back, he's entered my head again, he's brought Daisy to-a-"

Tears line your cheeks, you no longer know what is real and what is not.

May looks at you confused and shakes her head as she tries to move closer to you, unsuccessfully as you pull away from her touch.

"No y/n, Hive is dead, Lincoln sacrificed himself to make this happen...Daisy is fine and he is not in your head. Not anymore."

You chase away the tears, wiping them away with your pajama sleeve but they continue to fall copiously; again and again as your body shudders with each sob you emit.

"Rockstar?"

Bobbi's voice makes you hold back a sob. You turn to her, noticing that she is not the only one who has noticed your absence in the bed. After all, your soulmates feel, at least in part, the feelings you have; especially if those feelings are as strong as the ones you are feeling right now.

"We didn't find you and we got scared," Jemma whispers, moving a few steps closer to you.

"And Bobbi's gun was not in its usual place."

The Inhuman approaches you and, before you can pull away, draws you into a hug.

"You dreamed Hive, didn't you?"

You stiffen under her touch as soon as that name slips from her lips. It feels wrong, poisonous, you want to suck it away once and for all. From yours and his mind, knowing the pain he has caused you both.

You nod, slowly. You lean into her touch, tired of bearing all that suffering alone, like so many times before. Daisy caresses your face, brushing a rebel lock from your forehead, before leaving a tender kiss on it.

"He's dead love, he's dead. He will never come back; I will not let him hurt you again, do you understand? Never."

Jemma, Bobbi and May watch the intimate moment between you and Daisy. Although Jemma and Bobbi are dying to hold you in their arms, they understand that in this moment Daisy is the only one who can truly understand your pain.

May approaches the two biochemists, handing them the gun she had previously hidden in her holster.

"I believe this is yours, Bobbi. I would advise you to put it in a safer place, you never know what might trigger an attack, you know."

Bobbi nods, quickly taking the gun and putting it in the back of her pants only after setting the safety. Jemma looks at the gun, looks at you, and then turns her attention to the older officer.

"What did he do? Why doesn't the gun have the safety on anymore, May?"

May sighs, shoots you a look and then drags Bobbi and Jemma away from you and Daisy.

"She...had the gun in her hand and was pointing it at herself."

Jemma gasps, as does the blonde. The weight of the gun, now, is a hundred times heavier and almost seems to drag her down.

"No May, you're wrong, she wouldn't, not-" The biochemist shakes her head, clinging to Bobbi's arm and looking at the blonde for confirmation, a hint of reassurance that, however, does not come.

The blonde agent looks away, thinking about how much Hive's addiction upset you, just a few months earlier, and how you became a different person under his control.

"Bobbi? She can't, right? She can't have done that, not-"

"Jem, remember what Hive did to her, how her powers rebelled against her own control...And now think if she thought she was at his mercy again, unable to do anything. I don't doubt that she could have, though it hurts to admit it."

You only seem to break out of the little bubble you and Daisy have created when Jemma emits her first sob.

Daisy's head snaps toward the biochemist; her gaze is a mixture of concern and confusion as she searches for an explanation for the fact that one of her soulmates is in tears. Bobbi shakes her head, mimicking a "we'll talk about it later" with her lips before leaning close to Jemma's right ear and whispering something that neither you nor Daisy can hear but that makes her stand up and leave the gym.

"Bobbi, what-?" you ask, confusion painting your face as you force yourself away from Daisy and toward the blonde.

"It's okay rockstar, she's just worried about you, we all are really. What do you say we join her in bed? It's four in the morning and I think we all need a good night's sleep."

You're not convinced by his answer, but he's right about one thing-you do need sleep, and even though you're afraid Hive will come back to haunt your dreams, you fear you have to do it anyway. Or at least, you have to pretend you do otherwise your girls will never leave you alone. So you nod, nod a small smile at them, say goodbye to May and leave the gym, joining Jemma. Daisy, Bobbi and May stand there and watch you leave, avoiding talking until your silhouette disappears from their sight.

...............................................................

You are holding Jemma in your arms when you see Bobbi and Daisy enter your room. From their looks, you can tell that May has told them everything.

Bobbi stares at you for a few seconds before setting the gun down on the same nightstand from which you borrowed it not an hour earlier. You stiffen a little at the thought of the talk the girls are about to give you and shudder at the mere thought of having to tell Daisy about your nightmare. The girl you're holding in your arms notices; in fact, she lifts her head and looks you in the eye as she lovingly strokes your back two, three, four times before the other two girls also join you on the bed. Bobbi sits cross-legged on the bed, inches from you and Jemma; Daisy, on the other hand, sits beside you, taking your right hand between her own.

"Honey, what did you dream? Did you dream Hive?"

You nod, stroking her hand and playing with the ring on her index finger. You focus on the warmth emanating from her body, on her face, on the face no longer as pale and lifeless as that has invaded your mind in the past few hours.

"L-he...he killed you, Dais. Or, I, he had you under his control again and convinced you to-"

Although you are trying to hold them back, tears line your cheeks ignoring your concern, "I saw you put the gun to your temple and pull the trigger."

The three girls remain silent and you turn away from them.

"And I couldn't do anything, I couldn't teleport, you couldn't hear me and- and finally, he made me go to you and I held you in my arms but it was too late."

Sobs shake your body as you approach the bedside table. Bobbi follows you, not for a moment leaving you uncontrolled.

"Y/n..." the blonde whispers, starting to move, slowly, toward you.

"I can't let him control me again, I can't, he's still inside my head, I-I love you, I really do, but I won't survive if he controls me again."

Your thoughts race frantically, so much so that your hands shake and you suddenly find yourself on the opposite side of the room. You fall to the floor with a thud, watching your girls, previously inches from you, more than a couple of feet away.

"Fuck it, fuck it, it's messing with my head, I can’t even control my powers anymore!"

Tears roll down your cheeks; you jump to your feet and shake your head furiously, over and over again. The last time you weren't in full control of your powers, it was under the influence of Hive. You no longer have doubts. You're not thinking clearly, otherwise you wouldn't do what you're about to do. You sprint towards the nightstand and, despite Bobbi trying to get there before you, you manage to grab the gun and remove the safety.

“What-no, stop!”

Daisy is moving towards you, Jemma is petrified and Bobbi is analyzing the situation trying not to panic.

"I'm sorry, I love you"

You pull the trigger and wait for the gunshot and the pain but none of that happens. The screams of your girls are the only thing you can hear.

"What the hell did you want to do"

Natasha stands in the doorframe, her voice shaking at the sight of the gun pointed at your temple. Wanda, however, is right behind her; her face is pale and her eyes are red as she uses her magic to keep your index finger from pulling the trigger. You look at your hand, see it covered in Wanda's red magic and your heart stops for a while when you realize that you haven't completed your task yet. Bobbi lunges at you, tackling you to the ground and throwing the gun away, but not before stuffing the magazine into the back pocket of her jeans. You collapse against the floor, surrendering under the blonde's grip with the hope that what is happening is nothing more than a nightmare. You could use your powers to free yourself from her grasp but you don't want to hurt her in any way. And suddenly, despite months of therapy, you fall back into the depressive state that Hive brought you to during his time on earth. You remain helpless in Bobbi's arms; your gaze is glassy as Bobbi talks to you, shaking your shoulders when you don't answer her. Your body moves back and forth, with the same ease of an unconscious body but you, on the other hand, have your eyes open, wide open, even if the emotionless and apathetic look in your eyes worries your girls greatly and Wanda does this that you think is best for you. She kneels next to you, caresses your temples and puts you to sleep with her magic.

“What the hell is going on?” Natasha whispers, breaking the silence as all the girls look at your unconscious form in Bobbi's arms.

“I… I think she has some Hive residue in her mind,” Jemma says, knowing she's just released a bombshell. They have to help you, whatever is happening to you, they will help you.

Thanks for reading! I don’t even know what is this but hey, at least it’s something :)- Have a great day and, if you want, you can support me on ko-fi. ☕️

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 1 year ago

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Pent-Up Distractions ~Motherly!Melinda May(S6) xFem SHIELD!Agent!Reader

Set in Season 6, A little Motherly!May Blurb. And a reminder that it’s okay to talk about mental health, sexuality, difficulties, and vulnerabilities.

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: fluff, sparring, practice fighting, embarrassment, sexual pent up/tension (on reader side), vulnerability, etc.

Enjoy (:

You hit the mat again with a smack!. You huffed in frustration, rolling over and getting back up to go again.

“You’re distracted.” May bluntly stated.

“No I’m not…” you grumbled.

Within seconds, the woman had you pinned on the ground again. She stared down at you with an ‘I told you so’ smirk plastered on her face.

“Ok fine, I’m distracted, today” you huffed.

At your words, May got off of you and helped you off the mat.

“Channel your distraction. Focus it. Use it to fight better.” The woman instructed.

You nodded, bringing your hands back into sparring position. You swiftly blocked a hit from the seasoned agent, and then managed to almost land a punch of your own. But May easily took advantage of you celebrating a tad bit early, as she grabbed your arm and twisted you to the ground. You winced in pain. May let go once you had hard landed on the mat again.

“I said use it.” The woman curtly reminded you.

You sighed in discontent. You were getting frustrated.

“But how..??” You groaned, smacking your hands against the may for emphasis.

May took a deep breath and stopped to look at you and have this conversation.

“What is distracting you…?” She paused, asking you.

You raked your mind, but you didn’t have to think too hard… Deep down, you knew exactly what was bothering you. You hadn’t had any personal time in days…

“Ummm… I’m not sure…” you anxiously breathed out.

“Think. I think you do.” May spoke.

You gulped and avoided her gaze.

“You thought of something. What was it?” She lightly urged you to open up.

“I… ummm… I haven’t… I think I’m sexually pent up…” you muttered.

“Sorry?” May asked, because you had practically whispered your answer.

“I think I’m… sexually pent up…” you cleared your voice, repeating yourself only louder.

The seasoned agent nodded in recognition of your words. Your face blushed red at your confession. May then began to put up her sparing mits. You looked at the woman in confusion. She came up to you, offering her hand.

“Take the day off. Go have some personal time.” May instructed you, “Work out that tension.”

You nodded, taking her hand and standing up, then going to put away your gear away.

“Thank you, Agent May.” You sincerely told the older agent.

“Anytime Agent L/N.” She responded genuinely.

May then gave you a curt nod, before exiting the training room.

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Melinda May Masterlist ~Coming Soon (:

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kining-the-evil · 1 year ago

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can I get a-z smut hc for Melinda May? Thanks xx

NSFW Alphabet w/May

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

She’s not crazy into things like cuddling after sex, but will make sure you’re ok. Especially if you had rougher sex

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

She likes your hair, being able to grip it while fucking you

For herself it’s her legs. She has put a lot of effort into making them strong, and she makes great use out of them in bed

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

If fem, she likes to make you squirt. If masc, she would like to see you cum in your own hand and lick it up

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She wouldn’t mind you dominating her

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

She is absolutely experienced and knows exactly what to do

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

She likes just plain missionary

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

She’s very serious during the act

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

She definitely has a bush. Doesn’t have a reason to completely shave and doesn’t really have the time.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

She can be romantic, but it might be hard to tell because ’romance’ with her is slightly different then what yours is

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

She doesn’t masterbate very often, but doesn’t care if you do

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Light Bondage, wax play, Degration, Dom!Sub, temperature play

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

At home in your bed. Plays it safe

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Literally just you. Anything you do, but she is good at controlling it

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Cum play and risky sex

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

She likes receiving. She likes giving. It’s all good to her

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

I think it depends on the situation and your guy’s mood

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not a huge fan of them. Would rather take her time

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

She’ll try out new kinks as long as it doesn’t pass any hard limits

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

She can go a long ass time

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

She has a few, but doesn’t like to rely on them

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She really likes to tease you, but does not like to be teased herself

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

She’s not overly vocal during sex

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

She likes to leave visible marks on your neck, especially when around people who don’t know you guys are together

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

She is very, very toned. Lots of strong muscles, as well as body hair because she doesn’t worry much about shaving

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not super high. She’s just fine with not having sex all the time

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

May has so much energy after, so it would take a bit of time to fall asleep

#request #agents of shield #agents of shield x reader #melinda may x reader #melinda may smut #melinda may

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lemonnsss · 8 months ago

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Moral of the Story: Chapter 8

Warnings: Mild tangent based off of an actual conversation I had (I'm actually from D.C. so this was fun), one singular bad pun- it deserves its own warning, and probably strained warning.

Feedback is always appreciated

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“Apologies but until you had agreed and were here it was still considered confidential.”

“O-okay, um, where- or how should I start?”

The director stood across the bed from me, eyebrows furrowed, the room filled with silence apart from the constant, steady beeps of the machinery.

“How the hell should I know? You’re the one with the super-abilities.”

“Right, sorry, that was dumb. Do you know if any of his internal organs were damaged when he went under? Or have you had the chance to run any tests yet?”

“I’m sorry, what crash are we talking about?” Tony said, still standing in the doorway.

Fury pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance before responding, “When the Captain here decided to take a trip twenty thousand leagues under the sea he was in a, shall we say, pseudo-nazi aircraft with a fixed route on its way to the states. His options were to let the ship take its course and let millions die or take a nosedive, he took the latter, rather obviously. Speaking of,” the attention turned to me, “how did you know that?”

“Sir, I’m a licensed teacher from pre-k to high school- I’m not by any means immune to misinformation; although, I do have a bit more knowledge on the topic than most people- not to mention my…” my mind trailed off for a moment before coming back, “former colleague taught history, rather fitting as he lived through it, too.”

His one eye began to look me up and down, “Remind me, where did you work last? Aside from with the X-Men that is.”

There was an uncertainty in his voice that made the agents who went down the elevator with us glance at each other nervously. What I had seen twice in my less-than-a-day stint of knowing this man seemed uncommon or unsettling for those who had known him longer.

“I don’t believe I said. Besides, doesn’t your file on me say?” We were both fishing for information, a push and pull I’d grown adjusted to on the flight over.

He remained silent, motioning one of the residents to come over.

“S-so we ran s-some tests-,” he took a moment to breathe and calm himself down, he spoke with a light stutter, likely to have been more prevalent in his earlier years. It sounded like he had gotten speech therapy, and was likely better, nervous, but better, “a lot of the scans were, well are, useless. His blood, everything about him really, was frozen, barely mobile. So the extent of the internal injuries he potentially sustained upon impact is uncertain. I sent for some new prints of the scans we took last week, but they haven’t come in yet; they’ll probably arrive today but it’s pretty touch and go sometimes.” He finished talking with a meek smile, likely proud of how he handled the situation.

“You did the scans last week and they’re only coming in today?” I could feel the look of confusion that overtook my face, he chuckled lightly and rubbed his neck.

“Yeah, we don’t have the equipment to produce the scans here so we send them over to the hospital over in Takoma Park to print- they have the most up-to-date machinery, and they were the only ones willing to work with us privately- so it takes a bit of time.”

“Perks of D.C., eh? Either have the most outrageous tax or go out of district.”

“Exactly! Say, did you grow up ‘round here?”

“No, up in Salem. I used to teach. I planned enough ‘government trips’ to last a few lifetimes.”

I could’ve sworn I heard him mutter a few “cool” s under his breath before he spoke up again, “It was nice getting to talk with you, but I kinda have some other patients I gotta check up on.” he moved by Fury, a “sir” slipping out as he passed and a little wave to me as he left.

The four who accompanied me in the elevator looked at each other, all but Tony practically questioning if this was normal for me.

The director cleared his throat, calling my attention back over to him, "When can you start?"

"Oh! Any time. I was only wondering how badly he was hurt so I can give you my best estimation for how long it'll take me to finish this."

“Will this not be a one-time excursion?”

“...No? Not likely.”

I was done with conversing, done with this nonsense. Placing my hand on the captain’s chest the area where we touched began to glow with a golden hue- I’d always been told my eyes did the same. It was unlike healing Tony a year ago- I didn’t have to rush, it wasn’t life or death- I could take my time and triage.

His biggest issue was hypothermia, unsurprisingly. I felt the cold move through his body to mine. A deep chill settled in my bones.

I pulled away, “Do you know if there’s a heating pad somewhere? Or something like it?” I hadn’t looked at them, afraid of how they would react. A few seconds of silence passed before I turned to them- Tony looked confused, maybe he didn’t see what my powers looked like, and he probably had some blood loss going on at the time; Fury stood unwavering with the smallest tent in his brow, but then again who could read him; the male agent who’d gone with us was standing, mouth slightly agape; and the female agent was gone slipped out without a sound- weird.

She looked like she’d be the ‘hard-ass’ type despite her being, what, 5’3”-5’4”. She was maybe Tony’s age, though it was difficult to tell, her seemingly ageless golden skin a potential factor, Tony’s substance abuse didn’t exactly help his cause though.

She walked back in, a wired heating pad in hand, she lifted it in the air inquisitively before tossing it to me.

“Thank you, Agent-”

“It’s no problem.” She cut me off gruffly.

I set the heating pad up in a chair and sat down, placing my hand back on the captain, and, over a few hours, I healed him as much as I could before returning to the hotel for the night. A comfortable cycle that lasted for a few months.

I walked into S.H.I.E.L.D.’s office for what would likely be the last time, at least soon.

I walked up to the agents who had escorted me on my first day- Agents May and Coulson I’d learned.

“Ready for your last day?” Coulson asked a melancholic tone laced his voice.

“Are you excited to be done with babysitting me?” I teased.

I’d gotten more comfortable around Coulson, though it wasn’t exactly difficult with his rather ‘easy-going’ nature, and comfortable enough around Agent May to talk to her. We walked along the rather familiar path to Captain Rogers’ room. I made quick work of healing what remained of his injuries.

He still wasn’t awake. For whatever reason I thought Cap would wake up when I had finished healing him.

Coulson and I talked for a while before heading to the entrance once I’d gotten word back from Tony that his chauffeur was there to pick me up.

“I’m gonna miss you, kid.” he whispered, pulling me into a side hug.

“I’ll miss you too, Phil.” I replied, “ It was nice getting to know you, Agent-”

“May, call me May.” She cut me off, “And, unless you quit within the next year we’ll probably see you soon. Stark has an odd habit of getting in trouble with almost anyone and everyone.”

“I’ll miss you too.”

A car horn was blaring outside for a minute and I knew it was Tony, “Guess that’s my cue, goodbye.” I sent them a soft smile and a wave before I got in the car.

A few months passed by with ease with the Stark Expo taking up more time and paperwork than I could’ve imagined. I walked in one day to see Coulson in Tony’s office.

“Phil? Oh my gosh, it’s so good to see you! What’s got you across the country?”

“It’s good to see you too, kid. I’m here because S.H.I.E.L.D. is requesting Mr. Stark’s presence.” He spoke rather cooly about Tony, a stark contrast to his normal.

“TONY! Did you break the Geneva Convention?!” Tony looked at me speechless, feigning hurt I would even think of it, Coulson stood beside me struggling and barely holding back a chuckle.

“No, unfortunately not. ‘We’ need to borrow him, more specifically the ‘Iron Man’ suit. As I was saying before, we have a helicarrier waiting for your arrival.”

“Okay, Tony. Please, stop being a bitch and get your shit. You’re lucky they step in enough to keep you out of prison for some likely war criminal activity. Suck it up and grab your bags.” I walked to Tony’s desk and put down his coffee before walking into my office and grabbing the duffel I had stuffed in the corner of the room.

I walked back out, “Where’d you say the plane was?”

Coulson showed me to the plane where we waited for about twenty minutes before Tony walked over with his bags. We piled in and got up to the helicarrier, a giant airbase I was told was legal.

May was waiting for us on deck and showed me to my room before leaving me to unpack.

I had to have been walking through those damn near identical hallways for half an hour before giving up.

After yelling into my hands I spoke, to no one but myself, “How do people even get around these things? It’s a whole death trap, I swear.”

“Exactly!” A voice called out from behind me. I turned around to find a familiar face, Captain America, “I guess you don’t work here either?”

“Oh, um, no. You couldn’t pay me to stay on this thing.”

He laughed revealing a warm smile that fit his beautiful, angel-like face perfectly.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Steve Rogers.”

“Kyrie Eirsson- I’m Mr. Stark’s personal assistant.”

I saw his eyes widen in recognition at the second half, “Oh! You’re the person I’m supposed to find.”

“What? Oh, fuck, that’s embarrassing.” I held my face in my hands, my face flushing furiously, I moved my fingers to see the Captain’s face. He stood across from me, face turned away, fist in front of his mouth in a failing attempt to hide his wide grin.

“In any case, Stark’s having a fit without you on the bridge. Shall we?” He held out his arm for me to take.

“I disappear for what, forty-fifty minutes and he goes nuts without me, shocker.” I took his arm gleefully, laughing at how ridiculous the situation was.

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Cycle Of Life (Platonic)

I’ve been made sad (in a way that was intended. One of the best episodes of TV I’ve ever seen) by the newest episode of Succession on the date I write this (10th April 2023) so I’m using the form that show did and this requested prompt to try work my way through it. Hope you enjoy :)))

May had been monitoring the whole time. She’d trained you for this. Daisy said she’d go instead, but she still wasn’t fully rested from her own mission. So, she wished you luck with a hug and kiss on the head. The rest were either busy or had given you their own form of ‘good luck’ for the job. Seemed easy enough. Only catch was, limited contact. So May waited, and waited, and waited.

She was getting old, she’d admit that now. She had a surprise for you, too. With May knowing that Daisy was going to surprise you with a form making you a full Johnson. You were a sibling to her. You were a sibling (and kid to Coulson and May), but your closest bond was with Daisy. It was going to be a whole thing.

Then the comms went off, and May didn’t think she’d ever been so fast to answer them than this moment, right now.

“Y/N?” She asked into the microphone.

“May…” your voice said, relieved, but she picked up on the strained part to it. Something was wrong.

“Are you ok?” She would ask this to any agent, but her motherly concerns with her team got the better of you. Something was wrong, and she didn’t know what it was.

“Mission’s complete,” that was good, “but I won’t be coming home.”

No.

“What do you mean, agent Y/L/N?” The formalities were a barrier. A shield. It didn’t get by you, however.

“I think you know, May.”

“Where are you hurt?”

“Feels like everywhere. But…” you drifted off for a moment.

“Y/N?” She left the formality behind, the wall crumbling. Her voice even got a bit louder. She was thankful no one else was in this small room that she had booked out to keep an eye on your months long mission.

“Lung. At least…would explain why my breathing is…think it was that,” you were already fading. It was your lung. It was your fucking lung that had got you.

“Y/N. Can you send your location? We’ll come get you.”

“I think you know….this isn’t how it works, May…up to lose each other,” she knew the words you were referencing. She had said them to Daisy when Trip had died to save you both.

“You’ll make it home,” Melinda May was always a stubborn woman.

There was silence on your end for a bit, then a cough. She took it as a laugh.

“Can you make sure….I get back ok? If there’s….anything left?”

“We’ll get you home,” she said, though it was more of a resigned tone this time. You got good at reading them, even though the world was fading on your end. She could hear that more and more as you spoke.

“Thank…” then it went silent.

She shut her eyes. She once convinced herself that feeling was bad. But, with this small team of people trying to do good in a bad world, she grew attached. Daisy sat with her in the cockpit, Fitzsimmons had their own (albeit slightly annoying to her, but paradoxically also endearing) ways of getting to her heart. She fucked Ward, and Coulson was Coulson. You though, maybe it was being the youngest that did it; maybe it was her instincts that she denied that were there and that died with the girl in Bahrain coming back to life once again. Maybe it was those factors and so many more she couldn’t list that drew her to you. Daisy had empathy for you, connected with you like a sister; Jemma had her kindness; Fitz his patience and normality; Coulson his fatherly love, that drew you all into a family. You were there sibling too the younger lot, and child to the older ones.

Now that family had lost one more.

May had hit the button on her radio. A morse code signal. God she missed the woman that code was ironically accidentally named after. They all gathered. Some just having woken up, others alert.

“May, what’s wrong?” Coulson asked, dramatically paused on the stairs as everyone else stood below, May’s back to him as she faced the rest of the team. As if he were some got that could change the fate that had been handed to them.

She couldn’t face her friend, she knew he had an idea. Her cold stance of hands being together and tense posture only himself and you would be able to detect gave the answer to the alive one on what had happened.

“Y/N reported in,” she said, tone even, but cold, “we now need to do a retrieval mission.”

“You mean ‘rescue,’ right?” Daisy corrected. She hoped it was a correction. The lack of an acknowledgment made her ask again, “you mean a ‘rescue’ op, right, May?” No response again, “right?” Still nothing, “May, come on, this isn’t funny.”

The woman who tried to hide her emotion blinked, then gulped. They all saw that. They all saw her leg shake slightly. They all saw how she blinked again, this time her eyes even more glassy than before.

There was a stony silence amongst the crew. Coulson even came down the stairs and stood side by side with May, his own face stony, but he put a hand on her shoulder.

“They completed their mission,” Coulson announced, as if that were any good news.

“Coulson,” Daisy looked heartbroken. They all did, “Coulson, please,” she gulped herself, she couldn’t finish her words.

Coulson’s cold gaze softened. Another friend gone. Another sibling and child to bury. Another agent down. Another name on a wall that just kept growing.

“Who wants to come?”

Four hands went up immediately.

The Quinjet wasn’t the bus, but it was home. Or a smaller version. Like an RV type thing. Daisy had pitched that name. Fitz had rolled his eyes, but he also went with it because Daisy called the Night Night Gun the Night Night Gun. Jemma thought the name quaint. She always had a name with words.

Here though, where there were none.

She wasn’t a full on doctor, but she always made sure you lived. She always made sure you stayed on this side of the abyss. You once called her ‘Elizabeth Comstock’ and she actually got the bio shock reference. Hell, once she even cut her hair to look a bit like your specific comfort character to try make the needles and pain with being patched up more bearable. She didn’t think she fitted the look, but it made you happy.

You would never smile again.

Fitz would never have someone to talk to about monkeys. He’d never have his friend to just talk shop about shows, games, normal things. Mack was a very good friend, but he wasn’t you. No one was you. With your insights, opinions, passion for things.

Daisy always thought you were adorable. With your passionate speeches on dumb fictional things; or the care you had for them all, but sometimes had it turn into anger and then apologise; there were so many things about you to love, but also flaws you always acknowledge that they supported your growth from whoever they could. All she wanted was a family, and she found that through SHIELD. Now another part of that was gone.

First a brother, a twin. Trip. Now a sibling, a younger one. You.

It wasn’t fair. Ward still drew breath, while you wouldn’t.

Coulson secretly wanted kids. He planned to with Audrey, then he died and so did that dream. Now he found it with you guys; now that dream dimmed a bit more. Risks were always within your line of work; he always knew it could go this way, but he always hated when it did.

A loss was a loss. But a young one like you? Irreplaceable.

May was numb as she flew. She didn’t look back, she didn’t sob like some of the rest. She just flew the fucking thing. Part of her wanted to send it into nose dive and just be with you if the afterlife existed. But she knew you’d just be angry at her for that. You’d want her to keep living.

So she would.

You’d be a flame.

A spark that never died.

Something shifted within SHIELD team 616 that day.

HYDRA would never know what hit them.

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