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The Report Card – Fantasy High Junior Year Ep 17

It’s Emily Axford’s World, We’re Just Living in It

Welcome back to Fantasy High where this monster 3+ hour bombshell of an episode is dropping during one of the busiest weeks of my life! There is SO much going on in this episode that I’m absolutely going to have to speed through things to get this out before the next episode but I’ll try to hit on all of the most important points. OK, ready, set, let’s go!

We closed out last ep in the middle of downtime where we learned that Jace had a scar from being infected with a rage crystal shatter star and from there we still have a bunch more downtime to get through. Highlights!

Riz investigates the footage from the crystal cam and again has the feeling that he needs to go back to his office and check out any open-ended clues because he’s missing something.

Gorgug tries to work on a way to harness the power of the Night Yorb’s darkness since it’s trapped in his van since they’ll probably be fighting a solar deity soon. He does mention it to Henry but not why he’s doing it. He also looks into the Cloud Rider and confirms with the Aviation Club goblin kid that it would be powerful enough to lift the Hangman (referring not to the motorcycle, but to Bill’s ship which is now Seacaster manor).

Fig writes another Ankarna themed song and rolls an insane 37. That’s powerful enough that she’s able to commune with Ankarna in her dreams. She calms the distressed Ankarana with the paladin spell Atonement and by commiserating that both of their girlfriends are “out of town”. Ankarna calls Fig her hero and says that “She’s always known” before she wakes up.

Fig keeps haunting Ruben's dreams but they're abjured so she can't straight up talk to him. In his dream, she sees his house in Elmville and feels rage as well as fear. She sees a glade in Far Haven Woods and a scared pre-emo Ruben which makes her think that that's where they did whatever they did to kick things off and that maybe the old Ruben is still trapped somewhere.

She then goes full Emily Axford and–along with the help of Fabian, British Kristen, Gorgug, and Adaine–goes to Ruben’s house and FAKES THE DEATH OF WANDA CHILDA BY KIPPERLILLY. Once she’s “dead” Adaine casts Enlarge on Gorgug and throws a cloak on him so he can take her away the in the same way Buddy’s body was taken away. It’s the performance of a lifetime with a 34 but the craziest part is they know someone was watching through the window but they have no idea who it was. InSANE. Imagine if it’s just Kipperlilly watching from Ruben’s window like ???????

Finally she gets Eugenia to design a tattoo for Fabian’s bday that will let him cast Ghost Step. She’s gonna secretly tattoo it on him because sure why not.

Kristen talks to a very stressed Jawbone who has been dealing with a lot of angry kids lately which is, como se dice, troubling considering the whole rage god situation. She downloads him on everything going on and reveals that she was gonna try to have British Kristen steal files so she can see if the addresses of the angry kids form a 24 pointed star but instead she helps Jawbone clean his office and asks if she can have the addresses. He can’t give out student info but he says he’ll check a map and see if they form a star as well as checking on Jace. Kristen tells him to be super careful because the last teacher they talked to was Yolanda, RIP. (He also mentions the Sophomore Year Hotel Cav fight as being a weird thing that happened and the murder attempt of Lydia–things that we’ve already flagged as loose ends. We’ll get back to this).

Bobby Dawn is freaking out because they can’t find Buddy’s soul in corn heaven. Kristen reveals that he’s not in corn heaven and in fact is following a new god (after confirming he doesn’t have a rage crystal). Bobby Dawn thinks he’s being punked–especially once Kristen says the new god is her god’s ex-wife–but Kristen is being pretty sincere (so sincere that Murph is melting into a puddle anticipating she’s about to give the game away to one of their least fave NPCs–imo, she didn’t give away anything game ending but she was def playing with fire). Bobby tells Kristen to call him if there’s anything he can do to help find Buddy and Kristen dips to go talk to “[her] friend Murph.” Not Riz, Murph the irl guy, lol. As that happens, Bobby goes to have a whisper convo with his wife Pam who is also there. Suspicious.

Riz/Murph makes the connection that Lake Shimmerstone is called that because of the gem filaments that flow from the Mountains of Chaos. It's a classic "no rolls necessary" moment.

Kristen finally checks the bylaws and sees that the major change made was that there is no longer any inaugural period post election. So once the votes are counted, whoever wins is president right away. It was a change by Mazey requested by a faculty member--they think Jace.

Kristen checks on her brother finally and it doesn't seem like he has a rage crystal but he's pretty bummed that he hasn't been able to convert any of his friends despite being a good paladin. He's also having a little existential crisis because he has non Helioic friends who don't actually seem like scary heathens. But then he was warned that sin might be tempting. Kristen tells him that she understands and that he has to decide whether he knows himself better than their parents. She says she's always around to talk. She then does a Relaxation roll and loses 3 stress tokens! Brennan also has her roll a d6 for the Relationship track roll with Buddy and on a 6, loses her final stress token!

Like Fig, Kristen also gets to commune with her goddess. Cass says that she's trapped and the king will come to Spyre. She says her wife's "fiery hand" grasps her in death and she has to protect her from the upcoming destruction--but she can't do it as herself. She tells Kristen that Ankarna has a champion as well and when Kristen asks who Cass says she already knows the champion. Finally, she urges her to look into what Kalina said because there was to be a good reason for her saying Ragh’s name.

I’m going to leave the bullets for a moment (largely because Tumblr gets mad at blocks of text that are too big) to say that Adaine and Fig go to Ayda’s geocache and find an insane amount of spell components which would have been super useful earlier in the year. It also has instruments for Fig including a new bass that Brennan says he’ll get Emily the item card for ASAP. Back to bullets!

In his research, Riz finds the location in the Mountains of Chaos of the Temple of the Fallen Sun where Lydia's party members stopped in their travels.

Riz looking into the Loam files sees that the person they're after must have had some ability to stun their opponents which is probably the reason for the lack of defensive wounds. He also learns that Ruvina's festival was called the Festival of Frost which sounds a lot like Frosty Fair.

He finds some text about something called the War of Shattered Stones which apparently took place around when Ankarna's domain changed.

On a hunch that there is more going on with the rat grinding than meets the eye, the whole gang takes a field trip to Lake Shimmerstone and Riz finds evidence that at some point the Rat Grinders were taken here while a massive giant was fighting deadly monsters. That doesn’t make sense so they call in some rats to question who tell them that there was a giant fighting these monsters and basically leaving the killing blows to the Rat Grinders so they’d get the XP–which is mechanically insane diegetically but we’re gonna ignore that. The rats also confirm that this was when Lucy was still around. The Bad Kids think that the RG’s made a deal with this giant (who the rats say is a guy btw) to get powered up and they got crystals as their end of the bargain.

OK, that basically wraps up downtime. One more piece of business before we head to the Temple of the Fallen Sun! Zara has a talk with Fig where after heaping praise on her, she passes along a message–the appearance of a surprise meteor shower which was arranged by Ayda and is the most romantic thing ever. I won’t recap it, just watch it yourself. I can’t do it justice. Before Fig leaves for some hot tub time, Zara asks about Fig’s evaluation and Fig assures her she already turned it in.

Time for a griffon road trip! And strap in because this is a MEATY lore dump. Sandra Lynn brings everyone on griffons to the Temple of The Fallen Sun and Riz brings his files because he can’t shake the feeling that he’s missing something.

They find this infernal temple littered with humanoid bones and Fig can tell with her divine sense that it's a temple to Ankarna. There is a place where Ankarna’s name was destroyed and replaced with a Ranger’s symbol that says: Do Not Enter. Fallen Temple. There’s also evidence that someone tried to rewrite Ankarna’s name but it’s not her actual name. It’s the glyph that means her but isn’t her actual name. Which suggests that there’s a group of Ankarna followers that are trying to do stuff involving her but that don’t know her name.

Everyone who can loads up on Truesight and See Invisibility before they enter the temple. There are a bunch of pretty good Investigation checks but, in particular, Riz gets a 32 and Fig gets a Nat 20.

Fig sees a vision (and Adaine can see it too--I assume as elven oracle she can just piggyback on anyone else having visions lol) of two giantkin wearing robes with a sun emblem being executed by armored individuals wearing robes with a fiery emblem on it. This temple was built right when Ankarna's domain was changing. They’re seeing the old priests of Ankarna being executed by the new ones.

It's clear that this temple was built as a part of a state religion--the focus on conquest and strength is very empire-y. Adaine sees some writing in Giant and casts Comprehend Language so she can read it. There’s a bunch about the War of Shattered Stone and some new stuff about the temple being built for the glory of the House of Sunstone. They walk through the temple and see all this awful equipment for torture and execution. They get the sense that this is where Ankarna was changed. Her new followers did a bunch of heinous stuff in her name to force her to become infernal. As above, so below and all.

Adaine casts Legend Lore and Brennan basically salivates. 30 seconds later, Riz rolls a Nat 20 to Investigate his files. So we’re about to crack this whole thing wide open folks. Let’s do this!

Fig and Kristen explore a chamber and Kristen's shards glow so bright she has to wrap fabric around them so they don't hurt peoples' eyes. They realize that their goddesses have been in this room together before. It's where they got divorced. Fig sees a vision of a bunch of Cass's followers dropping their weapons and backing up slowly and then being brutally slaughtered by the new guard of Ankarna.

Adaine's Legend Lore starts: Sunstone was the top clan of the giants and conquered all the others--Thunderfist, Hornspear, Moonspeak, and Frostblade (Lucy’s ancestors). Ships got better which meant people started mingling and so did their gods. Ankarna and Cassandra got married. Things were good for a while but the leaders of the church of Sol didn't like having two sun gods in their pantheon so they whispered in the ears of some of the Sunstone guys that maybe conquest was the way to go (this was when they started conquering the other clans).

Clan Frostblade rose up to fight because Ruvina was so concerned with stopping her sister and at the sundering of the Cliff's of Colcath, House Sunstone was destroyed.

At this point, Riz realizes the thing he was missing in his files and it’s the thing we noticed ages ago. The weird moment in Sophomore Year. How did Ragh get cursed so he could see Kalina in the first place? Brennan plays the clip, looking like the cat who ate the canary. Porter did “Barbarian Healing” on him. That’s not a real thing. Lay on Hands is though. Porter is the one who infected Ragh. Emily, who has hated this man from day one, is LIVING.

Back to the Legend Lore: The sundering of the Cliffs of Colcath. Sundering as in breaking. As in Cliffbreaker–Porter’s last name.

They start putting things together. Him telling Fig he's a paladin to his ancestors. Gorgug sees him smite a giant stone with the force that would be needed to fell a bunch of trees in the woods. Disasuding Fig from being a paladin of Cass. His connection to Jace from the start. The large figure healing Buddy? He’s big as hell and Paladins can revivify. And Ankarna telling Fig that she’s known all along.

The Legend Lore Concludes: After the sundering at the cliffs, the remaining Sunstones changed their names (to Cliffbreaker) and went into hiding. The Frostblades destroyed Ankarna's name to free her from the corruption (but I guess that went a little too far and backfired). The name was lost but a lot of Ankarna's true followers waited for her return. That includes Bakur who the Bad Kids realize was trying to bring back not infernal, ragey Ankarna but sunny justice Ankarna. But he was stopped by her mortal followers.

Sandra Lynn watching all of this is like, “Well shit,” and points out that if the world isn’t already in chaos they must not have everything they need yet. The Bad Kids figure the opposition must be missing the name and a successful election. The election is in four days so that’s how long they have to stop it. In one final sick fusion of bard and paladin, Fig uses a riff from her base to uncover an older image of Ankarna and Cassandra pre-corruption and then they head back home.

(Note: This comes up later retroactively but before they leave, they also check for footprints and see recent ones of Porter, Jace, and Buddy. It looks like they teleported in.)

Kristen casts Sending to warn Jawbone that Porter is bad news and then they speculate some more. There was a question in an earlier episode about what does it actually mean that Ankarna died in the Red Waste. They figure out that it means that the last follower who remembered her name was killed there.

They talk to Bakur who says again that he was betrayed by Ankarna’s mortal followers. He also mentions that even in her infernal state, she would refuse to grant her followers spells when they had plans to hurt her sister or wife (even when Ruvina’s followers were attacking her).

Bakur realized that Ankarna's followers were interested in her power but not in her. Bakur also overheard conversation from Lydia's party that said that Ankarna needed to be remade in a place where a god has been borne. A god. Any god. Riz flashes back to Kipperlilly Jawbone asking where Yes! was borne.

Fig with some help from Adaine makes a fake version of Ankarna's name to give to Porter--Bacharath written in Giant. While Fig goes to give this to Porter, Adaine is hiding outside with Detect Thoughts on and Riz is hiding nearby invisible and recording.

Fig finds Porter and tells him and she found a new god and found her name but it’s annoying because she can’t read Giant which she needs to do to rez the god. She does it really casually and acts like it’s no big deal and Porter tries to play it cool but Adaine can tell with her Detect Thoughts that he’s chomping at the bit to get that name. She makes sure that Fig crits on her Deception with a portent. He (not at all) causally offers to help Fig translate and snatches the piece of paper from her. Fig then challenges him to spar and he agrees. Brennan asks for a Con roll and when Porter stomps his foot, everyone is immediately stunned (remember the mention of the stun effect and not defensive wounds earlier). Everyone but Riz who rolled a Nat 20. So he keeps his Invisibility. He also gets a high enough luck check to feel that there is someone else invisible nearby, close to Fig and Porter (note: later, Brennan tells Adaine that while she had Detect Thoughts up, for a moment she could detect the thoughts of an invisible KP).

The last thought Adaine gets from Porter as her concentration drops on Detect Thoughts is, “Did I lock the office?”

Porter helps Fig up and doesn’t actually fight her but it feels like they just saw Porter do a Legendary Action which is a weird thing for a teacher to do–even a strong one. Fig asks what the hell that was and Porter plays it coy, saying senior year is gonna be really exciting. Riz is absolutely not having that non-answer and Misty Steps into Porter’s office. With his high investigation, he just finds everything so back to bullets:

There’s a note where he’s intimidating Halo St. Croix (the paladin teacher) into letting him teach the multiclass paladins.

There are MCATs signed for him to teach both Lucy and Buddy paladin lessons.

There’s an encrypted message between Porter and Bobby Dawn where Bobby is basically saying he’s very happy for Sol to remain the ONLY god of the sun in town but a new war god? That could be OK. He also suggests Porter look into Devil’s Honey for his plan.

There's medicine to help with a psychosomatic allergic to feline dandruff (prob Kalina related).

There’s filo dough–the kind you use to make baklava (a honey based dessert).

There’s a leather cord, probably used in the casting of Spy’s Tongue Curse than smells rank.

There are tons of blenders full of whey, protein powder, and ambrosia–food of the gods. Together, they piece together that mortals aren’t supposed to eat ambrosia because it kills them. Not in a violent way–they just ascend to the afterlife. They figure that Porter is basically eating god supplements, with the intention of supplanting Ankarna and becoming the new god of rage. Explains why he suddenly has legendary actions.

There’s some cryptic, vague communication with the Rat Grinders which doesn’t give much away but is enough to tip them off that Ruben’s house is the place where they plan things.

With that they go to investigate Ruben’s place. Before they go, Riz sets up a dead man’s switch that will release evidence if he doesn’t stop it–just in case they get trapped or held up or something. Adaine also calls her sister so she can cast a bunch of protective wards on Fabian’s place–she’s a master abjuration wizard after all.

Riza goes in first and disables all the traps in Ruben’s house which means they won’t get caught but the RG’s will know someone was there later. Here’s everything they find and, like the rest of this episode, it’s a lot:

Adaine finds Oisin’s workstation and most notably finds a picture of his dragon ancestor hanging out with Kalvaxus, some notes about the Cloud Rider, and notes about stealing summons from other people (remember Adaine's mephits going haywire at Fabian's party). There's also some notes about a way to write telekinetically on the inside of a sphere. They’re not sure what that means.

In Ruben's sound studio, they find notes from Porter helping Ruben write the song Get Mad--the song he did at Frosty Fair.

Gorgug hacks into their private servers and sees all their communications. KP insists that they only call Cass the Nightmare King and (presumably) refers to Porter as the "Big Guy". She says he wants the Nightmare King and should have her locked down sooner rather than later just as soon as she shows herself in the Astral Plane. There's also stuff from last year where KP is really excited. She says the Big Guy has been looking out for them for a while and she's hyping Lucy up saying she gets to be the champion (something we know she didn't want). KP is specifically excited that this will allow them to keep up with the Bad Kids. Jace is also mentioned as a conspirator under the acronym JSD which isn’t slick at all lol.

Kristen sees evidence of Buddy helping with a ritual and stuff about where a god was "borne" (spelled correctly) so clearly they know a lot about what's going on. She also finds out what KP wants to do once she's President: she wants to shut down Aguefort as a school forever which will nullify the protections and wards it has centered on it, the big one being that Elmville can't be moved to any other plane of existence while school is in session. They think the Rat Grinders want to teleport the whole town–perhaps to set up a divine domain. Which would need followers–specifically angry followers. IDK about y’all but I feel like being randomly teleported to the Astral Plane would make ME pretty angry.

There are texts post Lucy but pre Buddy where they're like what are we gonna do now? There's a "We're all in this together now" vibe (like some kind of twisted High School Musical) and they resolve to "talk to the Big Guy"

We learn Buddy was chosen for the same reason Lucy was a good candidate–connection to Ankarna. Lucy because Ruvina was her sister and Buddy because of similar domains (Helio’s domain is a Solar offshoot). Also I didn’t mention this before but Buddy did *not* know what he was doing. Oisin and Ivy are joking about his cluelessness behind his back (Booooo I was rooting for you dude).

There’s a message from Jace telling them to stop antagonizing the Bad Kids even though they want revenge which leads the Bad Kids to question what they ever did to them.

In Oisin's room they also find a lot of stuff about dragons and an image of a fetal god being protected by the Nightmare King. Also they remember how cloudy the Nightmare King's realm was (maybe a cloud rider connection?)

Deep breath, this is a lot of stuff and we’re almost done.

There's stuff about the Thistulespring tree and Ruben’s song spreading the rage vibes that represent the crystals in the ground.

They realize that Porter is probably using the Devil's Honey to lie to Ankarna about his intentions as he's communicating with her.

They see that for the ritual they needed a body (Porter), Ankarna's name, the protective storm of the NIghtmare King, and his name inscribed by the champion of the old goddess. They realize that’s why Zara never got her eval. Fig is the champion and she did Porter and Zara’s eval on the same sheet which he swiped for this ritual. He literally made Fig a paladin so he could get what he needed. Diabolical. Aguefort needs better hiring practices.

OK. Phew. Finally done. They head out and the next day is election day. Porter isn’t at school that day which is not surprising but is concerning. They don’t see the RG’s either. After school it’s time for the big party/election at Fabian’s place. Mazey gets a booth set up and Jawbone is there as faculty to make it legit. Aelwyn has warded up the place. Fig is there as Wanda cause she’s a maniac. Adaine is casting Detect Magic continually at the voting booth to watch for shenanigans. Also Ragh shows up and he aced his tryouts! He’s gonna be a profesh bloodrush player! Hoot growl all around!

But Riz (and honestly Murph) is unsettled. Everyone’s at this party where Fabian’s victory is a sure thing? All in one location together? Rat Grinders nowhere to be seen? This is WAY too easy.

Which is Brennan’s cure to drop the other shoe.

Things are just like Adaine's visions...until they're not. The sky was always clear in her visions and now storm clouds are brewing. She gets a Sending spell from someone, "You didn't see the storm coming? Must not be a very good Oracle." Oisin. Suddenly, ping pong balls with runes inside of them start raining down from where they've been stuck in the unkept Seacaster manor for months. From when Oisin "missed" his shots. Telekinetic writing inside a sphere. Runes inside ping pong balls. As they fall, there's a sudden lurch. Winds kick up and Seacaster manor is flying above Elmville. Everyone rolls initiative!

I’m not doing proper Honor Roll/Detention this week because this was such a long episode and I'm exhausted. Honestly, Honor Roll for me for getting this up in time. Detention for Fabian for not using is 10k gold allowance to have someone clean his house in the past 9 months.

Random Notes

Gonna just stick to a few plot relevant ones to keep this brief.

Re: Adaine not seeing the storm in the same way that the previous oracle couldn't. I wonder if that’s just a blanket thing that weather evades predictions or if they did the same thing that was done during Kal’s plan to evade that oracle's sight before Aelwyn sunk her ship.

I don’t think I made it clear but Porter def killed Yolanda according to this ep.

Porter’s Legendary Action is able to stun someone for multiple rounds which in combat would be devastating.

I’m shocked they never tried to talk to Ruvina at any point during the campaign.

I am still VERY concerned about Riz being made staff by Jace and given silver. That feels suspicious given we know he’s on Team Porter Ascension.

I didn’t get into it because it was nebulous and would have messed with the flow of the recap but there was something there about teleportation circles and the Rat Grinders continually casting teleport to make a circle and maybe that’s how they’re gonna get Elmville into the Astral Plane. Just mentioning it in case it comes up again.

I don’t think we got closure on the “where the god was borne” thing. Because borne means carried, not created, right? I wonder if Seacaster manor would count because the corpse of Yes! Was brought there by Ankarna.

The Rat Grinders and Porter have at least 2 obstacles they don’t know about. They don’t have the real name (unless they got in since Fig gave Porter the fake one) and Fig is literally domain squatting on Ankarna’s domain. She already called dibs so any claiming will have to go through her.

I think it’s really nice that Adaine tried to do a relaxation track for Kristen. Handshake meme, her and Riz.

Emily insisting so hard and consistently that Porter was evil that Brennan just made him evil has some real as above/so below energy lol.

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mrs-avenger3000 · 2 years ago

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Oh Bite Me 🙄 pt2

Pair: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

High school AU

Word count: 3139

Summary: As the youngest Stark, sister to the billionaire, playboy, philanthropist himself, Tony Stark Y/n… she has her father's brains and her mother's compassion. Her brain is what landed her in close quarters with Wanda Maximoff, an emo teen who’s struggling to keep her grades up after the loss of her brother. The two of them soon come to realise that being just friends isn’t something they want to do, but can they push their pride aside and admit they feel for each other?

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The music was loud. Too loud. So loud you could feel the thump of the bass vibrated through the house, shaking the floors of your room.

“Jarvis?”

“Yes, Miss Stark?”

“Lock all important rooms, the garage, offices, bedrooms, Tony’s workshops, etc. please.” You say with a smile.

“Yes. Of course Miss Y/n.”

You nodded, walking over to the mirror. You surveyed your outfit choice and grinned. You chose high waisted blue jeans and white ruffle sweater that was held in place by three buttons. It left your midriff on show, and of course a delicious amount of cleavage. Its sleeves stopping mid biceps. Your heels pushed you up to 5’6. You smiled.

“You like the fit Jarvis?” You asked, twirling a little.

“If you are referring to your outfit. You look visually pleasing.” He said, causing you to giggle. You opened the bedroom door smiling as you heard it lock behind you. You made your way downstairs. People were milling about and when you got into the main room, the placed was filled. You cringed slightly. This was gonna take forever to clean up.

“Y/n! Killer party bro!” some jock yelled as he clapped me on the shoulder. You chuckled at him. The room smelled of beer and smoke. There were people dancing everywhere, and you struggled to find a familiar face until you spied Yelena. You rushed up to her and grinned. She smiled back just as bright and you plopped down next to her. Kate sat in front of us, passing us all a beer. You smiled, clicking your glasses together before you all took a drink. You chugged back your drink, feeling thirsty.

“Anyone seen Maximoff?” You asked and Kate glanced at you.

“You tapping that?”

Your eyes widened. “What. No. I was told I needed to tutor her, and we had one session and she ghosted.” You muttered, taking another swig.

“Meh, fuck her. You tried to help. She didn’t accept it.” Yelena muttered, drinking too.

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You spent the next few hours drinking and dancing with your friends until you bumped into a familiar body. You turned and saw Wanda. She seemed surprised for a moment. “Wanda… heyyy.” You smirk. She eyed you for a moment.

“You drunk?” She asked, seeming concerned.

“Nah, just a little buzzed. You having fun?” You asked, placing a hand on her shoulder. She glanced at your hand before back at you.

“Sure.” she said with a smile. You rolled your eyes before spying a tray of shots Hunter had set up. You grabbed Wanda’s hand and pulled her towards him. You grabbed the tray from him and he pouted, but smiled again when you offered him a shot. Handing one to Wanda, you all cheered and took the shot, throwing it back. The liquid burned your throat, and you scrunched up your face in disgust before knocking back another one and instructing Wanda to do the same. She nodded and knocked it back.

“Ayyy, you can let loose, can’t you Maximoff?” You said with a teasing smirk.

“Shut up.”

“Dance with me?” You asked, and she seemed surprised, but not enough to decline. She nodded. We walked over to where the rest of the people were dancing and you just let loose. You reached up and pulled your hair from the ponytail it was in. Your hair tumbled down and rested in the middle of your back. Wanda was watching you and you smiled, watching her move to the beat. You two continue to drink and somehow you, her, Yelena, Kate, and a few other girls and guys from the school day in a circle playing truth or dare.

“Yelena. Truth or dare?” Carson asked, with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

She met the challenge and stared down at him. “Dare.”

“I dare you to kiss the prettiest girl playing!” He said she gave him a flat look.

“Easy.” She looked over at me and pointed her index finger at you, beckoning you forward. You crawled over to her and met her in the middle. She winked as she cupped your face. She brought her lips to yours. You smiled. Her lips tasted like vodka. Your lips moved together in a drunken haze. She licked at your bottom lip and your lips parted and she wasted no time letting her tongue explore your mouth. Your tongues swirled together. You gripped her hips and finally pulled back. You both stared at each other a little breathless before you started laughing. You sat back down, still giggling.

“You’re good Belova.” You say with a wink. She blew you a kiss.

“As are you Stark.”

You glanced at Wanda. She was staring at Yelena, her eyes tinted red. You ignored the flutter in your stomach at the red in her eyes. “Wow. Can you guys do it again but let me record it.” Jason, who was captain of the football team at your school. Asked, and you rolled your eyes, throwing an empty shot glass at him. He hissed as it hit him off the head.

“Okayyyy, okayyyy. Maximoff. Truth or dare?” He asked.

She glanced at him. “Truth.”

He narrowed his eyes at her. “Is it true you killed your brother?” He asked with a predatory gaze. You snapped your gaze to his. Wanda looked distraught. The sheer pain in her eyes sparked a protective instinct in you, her eyes were full of shock and you noticed the glaze that others would have mistaken for a drunken state but you knew she had tears in her gaze and the thought of anyone making her cry made your veins fill with fire. You stood up and walked over to him. You shoved him.

“You're done. Get out.” You snapped. He narrowed his eyes.

“You’re kicking me out. It was a game she gotta answer the question.” He muttered, rolling his eyes. You shoved his shoulder again. He snapped back around, stepping closer to you with an angered glare in his eyes. Yelena and Kate shot up, stepping closer in a protective manner. Wanda stepped forward as well, her eyes taking on that familiar red blaze.

“Leave. She doesn’t have to answer shit. Especially when you took such a cheap shot.” You said in a deadly, calm tone.

“Oh, lighten up.” He smirked, placing his hand on your hip. You looked at him and then at his hand. Yelena cracked her neck and walked closer and shoved him back so hard he crashed into the table. He groaned, rolling over.

"Touch her again and I'll break your hands." Yelena stated simply before sinking back next to Kate. You walked over to him and grabbed him by the arm. You twisted his arm behind his back until he screamed.

"What she said. Now, I'm only gonna say this once. Apologise to her." You sneered into his ear. He scowled, trying to pull away. You pushed his arm higher, and he screamed again.

"I-I-I'm sorry!" He grunted out. You looked at Wanda, wanting her approval before you let him go. She was looking at you in horror or awe. You couldn't really tell, but she nodded, and you shoved him. Forward, he stumbled and Wanda put her foot out and he tripped and slammed against the floor. You grinned.

“As I said leave. And you should do your best to remember that I’m best friends with 2 assassins and my brother is Tony Stark. You come after me and they’ll obliterate you.” You say with a kind smile. He scurried away, cradling his hand to his chest. The group watched you with fascinated gazes. You said nothing as you picked up your drink and walked off towards your room, wanting to calm down before going back to the party. You pushed open the door. He had pissed you off. How dare he disrespect her like that? She didn’t even do anything to him. He attacked her out of spite. He used the memory that haunts her the most against her. That stupid fuck. You slammed your hands on the desk, needing to release some of this anger.

A knock came from your door. You growled in annoyance before walking to the door and pulling it open. Wanda stood before you, looking confused. “Why’d you do that?” She asked, pushing past you into your room. You shut the door behind you.

“What?”

She snapped her gaze to you. Stepping closer to you with a fire in her gaze. The hues of red now swirled into her eyes, brightening them. “Stick up for me. Hurt Jason?”

You gave her a “wtf” look. “Are you serious? Did you not hear what he accused you of? He totally disrespected you. Hurt you for no reason.” You mutter.

“And?”

“And I hate bullies. I despise bullies.” You snapped.

She softened slightly. “Why?”

You turned from her. “They ruin people.” She paused for a moment before gently placing a hand on your shoulder. Her touch sent warmth throughout your body. She turned you to face her. The sharp lines of her face softened in the low light of your room. She seemed less intimidating than she did earlier and you felt yourself wanting to be closer to her.

“Did someone ruin you?” She asked softly. You ran a hand through your hair, plastering on a playful smile.

“This isn’t party talk, Wands. Let’s go enjoy the party.” You smirked, grabbing your beer. You held your door open, gesturing for her to walk out of it. She watched you carefully. She turned after she passed you. She stared you dead in the eyes and you couldn’t help the nerves as they creeped into your veins as she stared.

“You know one day you're going to tell me everything that’s going on inside that pretty head of yours.” She said, bringing her fingers up to tap your left temple. Her power was electric, but it didn’t hurt, it was warm. Her powers swirled from her fingers, turning the side of your face a deep scarlet. You tilted your head to the side, intrigued by her. You raised a brow. Her other hand was glowing too, so you reached for it, bringing it up to inspect it. The red wisp encircled her hand like a small shield.

You went to reply, but she pulled back and her power dissipated and the warmth and red glow faded. You frowned slightly.

“I’m annoyed at you, actually.” You say.

She then frowned. “What why?”

“You had one tutoring session with me and then ghosted me.”

She blushed, looking down. “Things got a little… I don’t know. Look I’m-”

“Don’t say you’re sorry. This is your future, not mine.” You say with an eye roll.

“I didn’t ask for this.” She muttered.

You narrowed your eyes at her. “Nor did I. I had as much say in this as you did. If you don’t improve, it comes back to me. And I will not be affected because you’re too lazy to show up.” You snapped, feeling angry.

She scowled at you. “Lazy? I’m not lazy. I have a life. A job, people depending on me! I’m not some spoilt little rich girl who spends her time throwing parties and studying. I have shit I need to do. Shit, that I’m expected to do.” She snapped back.

You felt your irritation spike as you glared at her. “Is that what you think I do?! I study because I have to. My brother is a genius! You try living up to impossible expectations. My dad was a genius, mom was too in her own way! I can’t fail.” You growled out, walking past her.

“We’ve all got expectations!” She yelled after you.

“Fuck you Wanda.” You spat.

She looked shocked, and you didn’t stay for a response.

Wanda watched you leave, a shocked look on her face. Her shock slowly turned into amusement as a smirk lifted her lips.

—

You spent the rest of the night with your friends. You had calmed down from your argument with Wanda after a few minutes with your friends. They always knew how to cheer you up and you were very grateful for them.

By the time morning rolled around, you were laying flat out on the couch. Yelena was half draped over you and Kate half draped over her. You groaned, trying to roll away. You managed to escape, and you rolled onto the floor, landing in a pile of red solo cups. “Fuck.” I cursed. Yelena sat up quickly, her eyes scanning the room. “I’m good!” You called out from the floor. She leant over her face, hovering off the couch.

“Why are you on the floor?” She asked, her Russian accent thick with morning husk. You smile.

“I had to escape. You were crushing my lungs.” You smirked. She rolled her eyes. You sat up, stretching out with a groan. The rest of the partygoers had already filtered out. That was the rule for a stark party. You never stay till morning, no matter how fucked up you are.

“Jarvis?”

“Yes, miss stark?”

“Can you-”

“Coffee and breakfast are already in the kitchen, ma’am.” He said you grinned.

“I love you Jarvis!” You smiled

“I cannot return your affection. I am not programmed to feel human emotions.” He stated robotically. You laugh with an eye roll.

“Come on, ladies. Let’s eat.” You said. And just like that, Kate rose from the dead. You and Yelena shared a look before chuckling.

You all head to the kitchen your stomach a little queasy from all the alcohol. You smiled to yourself when you saw the full breakfast platter spread across the marble countertops you were playing beer pong on last night. The sides fully cleansed and clean enough to eat off.

The three of you sat at the table and enjoyed the delicious food that seemed to be never ending. The team of cleaners were currently working in the next room tidying the mess from the night before and before you know it you’re lying back on the couch with a full stomach and a small headache. Yelena and Kate headed out after breakfast.

You closed your eyes and felt the world drift way until you’re no longer conscious. Sleep was always blissful for you. A way to escape the pressures of being a Stark, of having such a huge legacy. An escape was always welcome and you relished every moment of it. That was until an incessant knocking at your door pulled your from that bliss.

Scowling you sat up and through your legs over the couch, standing up. You marched over to the door and pulled it open still scowling. A smirking Wanda was leaning against the pillar outside her eyes wandering down your body a feline smirk at her lips. “Yes?” You asked feeling irritable.

“So cheerful. Where’s that kind hospitality that you’re known for?” She grinned. You watched her for a moment. Her red hair fell freely down her back, the curls made her hair seem longer. More intriguing. The light was hitting her in just the right way making her sea-green eyes sparkle and hair glow.

“Taking a leave of absence.” You mutter. She chuckles.

“We’ll…” she asked stepping forward until she was less than an arms length away. “Aren’t you going to invite me in?”

You catch her gaze. The teasing spark in her eyes made you want to blush. “Why?”

“To study? That how tutoring works?” She smirks. You raise a brow stepping into the challenge.

“How would you know… you bailed after the first session.”

Her smirk drops for a moment. ��Well I’ll just have to catch up then won’t I?”

You shrug. “You sure you can be bothered Maximoff?” You say looking her in the eyes. She raised a brow leaning forward ever so slightly.

“I’m sure I can handle whatever you throw at me Stark.” She murmured softly. You smirk, your eyes trailing down her form for a few seconds. You step back pushing the door open for her to enter. She smiled and walked past you taking her shoes off at the door, you watch slightly surprised.

“You are house trained… shocker.” You teased to your pleasure she laughed at your little rebuttal.

“Shove off.” She smiled.

You both sat down and with a wave of her magical hands all her notes were spread across the glass table along with all of yours. You smiled. "So what do you suck the most at?" you asked smirking. She shot you a filthy look.

"Shut up, you're supposed to be helping me not berating me." She snapped. You raised a brow, leaning in to her.

"But it's so fun." You smirked.

She clicked her pen her eyes flashing red. "Careful Stark, I have no qualms about hurting you." You saw her threat for what it was, a taunt.

You smirked winking at her. "You didn't answer my question, Maximoff."

She huffed out a breath. "Physics. I suck at physics."

You tilted your head and nodded. "Okay, well we can start there Wanda. Physics is quite simple when you figure out the equations, for example speed, distance, time. If one is missing then you'd utilise the other two components to find out the missing one. Make sense?" You ask. She watched as you wrote down what you were saying. Her eyes carefully reading over the words.

"I understand."

You smiled as you flipped through the book.

The two of you spent the next part of two hours working through the text book dissecting each piece of information that Wanda didn't seem to understand. Once she got the hang of it Wanda's intellect wasn't that of a high-school drop out like everyone assumed. S he was incredibly bright, she just didn't have the confidence to apply herself.

Wanda groaned throwing her head back. "Educational overload." She murmured. You smiled standing up and offering her a hand. She looked at you and then at your hand. She delicately slipped a hand into mine and I smiled gripping her hand and pulling her up.

"Coffee break, I'll drive."

"Uh, why?" She asked looking away.

"We've been at this for hours, and I'm just as bored as you."

She frowned. "Sorry to inconvenience you." She muttered sharply. You groaned rolling your eyes.

"Oh stop it." You muttered leaning across the table to to grab your car keys.

"Okay, but if anyone recognises us. I'm not with you." She muttered. You nodded.

"Oh yeah because I'm sure it would damage your reputation to be seen with a lowly Stark. It's not like my brother and I don't own half the city." You teased with an eye roll. You saw the faintest of smirks lift her lips before she walked past you and straight out the door.

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Restless Dreams - Wanda Maximoff x romanoff!Reader

Summary: When the past haunts you, it's best to have someone to hold on to or it sucks you in.

Warnings: mentions of death, injuries, weapon, there is a shoot, needles, sedative, kidnapping, sleep-inducted, and many other bad things... | +18 DNI

A/N: Sorry for my absence, but between the holidays and various reasons I have stretched the broth too much.

Words: 8.674

You stood on the roof of the compound with your girlfriend staring up at the stars under a blanket. "How did you get your powers?" gazing at the starry sky Wanda, your girlfriend, she asked.

"I don't really know. I think they've always been there, just one day something made them activate" you stared at your fingers, passing a little magic ball through your fingers, reflecting on the origin of everything.

The atmosphere between you was getting more tense, you both had a bad history with discovering your powers, and that doesn't brighten the moment at all.

You turned on her side to observe her better and smiling you spoke to her. "But all in all, if I hadn't 'activated' them I wouldn't be here with you, and we just can't allow that" you kissed her cheek, underlining your happiness in being there, and also making her giggle.

"No we can't" she giggled she moved your tickling hands off her lap before she couldn't breathe anymore. "Who knows where I would be if you weren't here? If you hadn't saved Piet?" more serious she asked she, more to herself than to you, you too then think of an answer; then smile.

"You'd be down in your room in a more advanced stage of your emo phase surely despairing over Pietro's death" you made her understand, with no malice in intent, your thought.

She reacted by patting your shoulder in annoyance at the emo phase comment, making you giggle even more this time. "I'm not in an emo phase!" clearly lying she tried to hide, to no avail since you know her well, and your minds are connected.

"Your black nails, the many rings you wear on your fingers and a list of a hundred thousand other things would say differently, darling" you alluded more and more to everyday Wanda, loving her in all those little details, just like she does with you .

"I miss when you were too cheesy" she with a sad smile she moaned softly.

"And I miss your lips. You see, we're both unhappy." you pouted at her, thrusting yourself closer to her, still failing to make eye contact.

Your huffs rang in her ears, cracking her frown, eventually forcing her to turn around to look into your beautiful blue eyes. When you finally managed to look at her, seconds later her lips met yours, in a slow, sweet kiss.

Just before you needed a big breath of fresh air you interrupted your moment by leaning your foreheads together. "Better?" opening those gorgeous emerald eyes, with a smile full of love, your girlfriend asked to you. "Much better" savoring the remaining taste of her lips, you narrowed your eyes basking in all the warmth you emanated.

"What do you say, let's go back to our stars?" she made you open your eyes again with a confused look, which caused her to giggle, before realizing and gasping. "That's why I'm the cheesy one" you pouted, without real intentions, and together you resumed observing the starry night sky.

Your room has never been quieter, and the only thing that made it more comfortable was the memory of one of those late night dates with Wanda.

The two of you rarely sleep in different rooms (and different beds), but the few times you do, the night is always particular.

You've been lying on the bed for hours, under the covers, lost in thought, you could say you've reviewed your whole life but you would seem exaggerated.

A lot has happened lately, your friend Kate has moved to the compound (although she commutes between here and her apartment), you start to think that something is brewing between her and Pietro (but for now it's just continuous teasing), life inside and outside the missions is strangely easy (or maybe you're in love and everything else seems insignificant to you) and the 'be human' project with Vision proceeds slowly but steadily.

And as you stare into the void in the walls of your room, you start to hear a strange sound.

Beep... Beep... Beep..

A kind of beep, getting louder and with a constant rhythm, grips your mind, chasing away all other thoughts.

Beep...Beep...Beep...Beep...

You try not to think about it but the more you ignore it the more persistent it becomes. It starts to get unbearable, so you violently get out of bed and walk out of the room in search of the source.

You go into the kitchen and dig a hole in the water, you wander around the other areas of the compound with no results, you even try to see in the living quarters (the empty ones) but you just can't see anything abnormal.

You were about to give up and reopen the door to your room, yielding to the pressures of the mysterious sound and growing sleep, when you pass Wanda's room and hear soft moans.

Beep... Beep... Beep... Beep... Beep...

The closer you get to her room and the louder and faster the sound gets, there's no doubt that whatever it is, it's from her. She should be sleeping therefore it's useless for you to knock and enter by forcing the handle a little.

The room is dark, you can barely distinguish the stretched out shape of your girlfriend's body, and it's a bad thing that every beep corresponds to a gasp from her.

This is one of those nights huh? WHY I didn't get it before!

Sometimes at night Wanda still had nightmares, they could be about her parents, or they could be the memories of the tortures that Strucker called 'experiments' that came back to haunt her.

In these moments she goes back to being a scared child, increasingly fragile, your heart hurts to see her like this.

In a heartbeat, you wrap your arms around her, she's still shaking and desperately muttering words in Sokovian. You don't know which of her usual torments haunts her tonight, but you hope that your presence can help her in some way.

In your attempt to banish the painful memories, a sad realization comes to you.

The continuous beeps, all in sequence, as if they were a countdown, are one of the things that terrifies Wanda the most. The ticking of the countdown of that cursed missile torments her very often, even before you met her (Pietro once told you so).

That beep handed down in your mind was nothing more than a request for help from her subconscious.

Suddenly, still wrapped in your thoughtful cloud, you notice movement beneath you. It's Wanda who woke up abruptly, she was reliving that memory crap, so when she opened her eyes she didn't expect to feel two arms around her and so she gasped a little.

"Hey, it's me. Still the nightmares?" she whispered into her ear, trying to keep her tones as low and calm as possible, just to not scare her further. "Mhm" wide awake, and very shaken, she admitted in shock.

"Why did you come here?" now more conscious she formulated her curiosity about her, unfortunately continuing to mentally reproduce that annoying sound. You wince at her continued concern for you, even though the one needing treatment now is her. "I felt you needed me and I ran right away. However I was still awake" you reassure her without giving her further worries, she is already too shaken.

She sighs, turns in your grip, and only now can you see traces of tears covering her cheeks, her eyes still red from crying. "I keep seeing them, the seconds until the explosion. Under that bed, I keep counting the seconds until that damned missile explodes" sobs escape her lips, she closes her eyes before shrinking smaller and smaller .

You basically became the big spoon in no time, with Wanda curled up with her head on your chest, you making concentric circles on her back to help her calm down, and an impending outburst.

"I shouldn't have done it! I... I shouldn't have volunteered for Strucker's experiments. There wouldn't have been Ultron if I hadn't let hatred and vengeance take me" she gets caught up in anger and pain, towards herself, and the more she continues the more she hyperventilates.

You try to calm her down, but all attempts fail, then you remember what she did when it was you who hyperventilated. "Hey, hey, hey, Wands breathe. In and out, follow me." you take her hands, now that both of you are sitting in the middle of the bed, and together you try to take deep breaths.

"Remember what you tell me when I'm in trouble? Focus on my thoughts, let go of everything else, just you and me now" you look into her eyes, thinking about the things she needs to hear (they're all true, for you), just waiting for a change.

It's not your fault, you did what you thought was right, and when you understood the truth you quickly changed your mind.

Do you remember? I was there, I saw you. And then Ultron is gone, we defeated him, together.

Now you're here, you have a lot of people who love you, and above all you have me.

You've said the last part many times in the last few months of dating, yet those three famous little words are struggling to get out, perhaps it would be premature to even think so. It used to be normal for you to say your love for each other without doing it, either physically or with a veiled version of ILY, but every time you had to soothe Wanda out of one of her post-nightmare outbursts you were very tempted to spill the beans.

Focusing on the words you were thinking, taking deep breaths, and anchoring herself in your touch, she finally calms down. "Goes better?" you worried, probe the ground, staring fear into those once joyous eyes.

Honestly she doesn't know what to answer, you understand it too, that's why you caress her cheeks, brushing away the last traces of tears with your thumbs. "Shall we go back to sleep?" finally you propose to her, you also open your arms so that she can sneak in, as she likes to do every time.

At this point in the night, you are both mentally tired, both from the exhausting day and the recent late night episode. You are already leaving for the world of dreams again when something unexpected happens.

"Thank you Y/N for always being there for me. I love you so much." are the words that Wanda says, probably just before falling asleep, since after coming out of the trance for the realization of her you try to call her without success. "I love you too Wanda" you finally whisper before kissing her head and falling asleep too.

Of course she may not have heard you, or she may have said it in a moment of tiredness, or she had said it but she doesn't mean it in that sense, but tomorrow you would (perhaps) make sure you tell her again.

≈≈≈≈≈≈ a few weeks later ≈≈≈≈≈≈

"Are you sure everything will be fine?" near the Quinjet, Wanda asks you, worried about the mission. You rolls your eyes before receiving a serious warning look, and shakes your head confidently. "Wands, everything will be fine, the mission is no big deal. Don't worry, I won't be alone, Steve and Kate will be there with me too." you keep her shoulders still, your eyes fixed on her, and your words as sincere as possible, you are sure that everything will be fine.

How can she say no when you're so sure, and then when you stick you can be so stubborn.

"They'd better protect you, otherwise they'll have to deal with a very angry girl" she tells you, accentuating the last part of her for the two avengers inside the jet to hear. You give her a tender smile followed by a too-short goodbye kiss before you turn and step into the aircraft to admire a sorry pout from your favorite brunette afterwards.

I love you, girl

I love you more Y/N, and be careful

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Everything is fine isn't it?

You just had to search a building, neutralize the threats and recover the resource. You Steve and Kate split up, eliminated all threats for each floor and now you were looking for a very stupid crate marked with number 74.

"It's like looking for a needle in a haystack" rummaging through a kind of warehouse among the papers, you communicate into the earpiece. "Only it's a huge empty building here" from earpiece Kate equally bored, huffs plaintively.

"Girls stay focused, danger can be everywhere" as usual, as a good leader he is (or as a good pain in the ass) Steve interfered in your bored complaints to the research.

As much as you huff, surely Kate does too, given her clear laugh at your flippant reply. "All right capsicle, we'll be careful we don't end up frozen for seventy years" you tease the poor super soldier, you torture him on this whenever you like.

"What does this have to do with it?" annoyed, he clearly wonders about the relevance of the topic. "Oh nothing, it's just that I find it funny" as a thing like any other you say by taking an interesting folder, leafing through it a bit and then continuing to rummage elsewhere.

The musty smell of the basement, mixed with the immeasurable quantity of files stored in this horribly disturbing place, makes you considerably speed up the search for the desired object.

You're browsing through the shelves of a bookshop when you notice a door, a door that really shouldn't be there, on the maps you studied earlier this place had to have only one exit, and it's not that.

Stealthily you approach cautiously, secretly hoping that it is closed, even if it would not serve to block you, in fact it would only slow you down. "Guys, I found something..." you try to communicate, the mysterious door getting closer (and more disturbing), and a deafening silence.

You wait impatiently for an answer, time passes and you feel only the recondite silence in the air, and you start to worry slightly. "Guys?" try again, hoping for a futile attempt, whose failed attempt only made you more nervous.

"....."

You sigh disconsolately, the situation worsens rapidly, and you have only one conclusion.

Shit, there's no signal.

It looks like a horror movie, and I'm going to do exactly what I'm not supposed to do.

As bold as ever, you turn the doorknob and leap inside. The room is exactly like the rest of the basement, damp and smelly, except that there's a 90's computer on a desk in the center of the room.

"Not at all creepy" you mutter cautiously, obviously it's a trap, if there were signs their 'it's a trap' arrows would be pointing at the vintage knick-knacks.

Now given up on having communications, you continue the mission's purpose, and thus approach the obvious pitfall.

Behind you, however, hidden in the shadows, there is a masked figure ready to ambush you. It approaches as shrewd as a cat in a flash, and before you knows it he's injecting you with a powerful sedative behind your back, powerful enough to make you collapse not before saying your last words. "блядь..."

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Your sedated body was dragged to an unknown location, leaving you hanging around your mind while someone did what they wanted with you.

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Steve and Kate after trying several times to get in touch with you reunited in the empty dungeon discovering your having been kidnapped. Defeated and morally demoralized, as well as empty-handed, they were forced to return to the compound without you.

Wanda and your mother (just back from a mission) were waiting for you at the landing zone, and what they didn't expect was not to find their favorite person.

As soon as the Quinjet landed they expected to see your sunny presence rushing towards them, that's why they are surprised when they hear only the deafening noise of the rotors fading away. Neither of them want to break the terrible news to your mother, who is also a very protective ex-assassin when it comes to her adopted daughter, or to your girlfriend, a powerful witch in love with an expert in torturing mind.

Fortunately for them, or rather unfortunately, those two girls are very suspicious and in fact after a few minutes they are already inside the aircraft very worried. "What happened to Y/N?" the concern written on your mother's face, arms folded and a glare, emotionless on the outside but trembling with concern on the inside using all her spy training to hold back worried tears.

The uncertain looks that the super soldier and the young archer exchange and the obvious strong thoughts that emanate, involuntarily make your girlfriend understand the sad truth.

Her whole world seems to collapse, the only person (besides her brother) who has not been afraid of her powers (or of her in general) and with whom she felt different, more herself, has now been kidnapped, subjected to god knows what atrocity, and no one knows better than she what those people can do.

She can no longer stand from the pressure, so with tears still just welling in her eyes, she drops to her knees, one hand over her mouth to keep from screaming at the searing pain in her chest.

Natasha still unaware of your kidnapping, understands the gravity of the situation by closely watching Wanda's rapid collapse and fires a quick 'tell me what the fuck happened to my daughter' dart at Steve, before ducking just a little to Wanda's level and giving her a hug of comfort; she is your girlfriend after all, she should show some affection to her too, and then she too suffers for the same reason and understands.

Sure, that hug maybe didn't calm Wanda, but it allowed the widow to seriously experience how down in the dumps Steve and Kate were. Kate is the most experienced, she sees traces of tears still fresh, her hair is all messed up, and she probably cried on the flight home.

Steve on the other hand is very shaken, since you've been here despite your problems you've tried to make him feel at home, and he was the first one you met so he feels guilty for not having come to check sooner, maybe he could have caught the kidnapper .

"They took her..." the blond from America finally confesses.

At these words the young archer gets up and from the seat and walks away at an accelerated pace, with more tears starting to flow, she doesn't want to see the same mistake again, not after she keeps seeing it in her mind every single second.

"Taken? Who did it? How could this happen?" as a mother terrified of losing her daughter, she shoots questions deeper and deeper into her wound.

"She entered an area with no cover, the enemy was waiting for her…they ambushed her" in a cracked voice, a battered Steve sums up what he knows about what happened to you.

"You should have protected her...you should have..." between a sob and a shower of tears, accusing words, not really to Steve, more to herself for not coming with you (you said you could handle it) and maybe even to you for being so careless.

She is increasingly desperate, not even Natasha's reassuring gesture manages to keep her rooted without sinking into the abyss of pain. As always, the redhead has to be the strong one, now she has to do it for you, to find you as soon as possible, and she has to do it for Wanda too, deep down she cares a lot about the girl.

From the position next to her, he faces and puts his hands on the shoulders of the Sokovian, perhaps perceiving a minimum point to give her hope. "Wanda listen to me, I promise we will find her. I will find her, and I swear I won't stop until she's here again" she promises stubborn as ever, and truly she won't stop until she finds you.

"We'll Find Her"

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They took your body to a research facility, which is something a normal person would do when they 'get' someone with powers, didn't they?

From the few minutes of sleep-wake they let you have between one dose of sedatives and the other you understand that you are probably attached to a heart rate monitor and they have certainly put you on a stretcher.

Every now and then in the sleepwalking void you feel like pricks, so you assume they are studying you, your powers and abilities, or they are other drugs because you are too awake to feel them. After all the void of sleep isn't that bad, it feels like sleep but this time you don't know how conscious you are until you fall back into induced sleep again.

You don't understand if the hours, the days, the weeks go by, and everything seems like a boring monotonous silence.

At the same time as the compound, your mother doesn't rest for a second, puts all her energy into finding a link to where the Hydra has locked you up and literally hasn't slept in who knows how long, she has the whole team involved in your research (not that there was any need, they would have done it even if she hadn't asked), everyone does everything possible to remind Natasha to at least feed, as well as spending every way for the slightest clue.

Everyone except Wanda, she hasn't left your room since she found out, she spends her days crying in your bed and when she's not crying, she reads all the little notes you've stuck in the room to remind you of the most mundane things (such as: training with mom at 10 am, date with Wanda tonight!✨, etc...) just to remember what your voice would sound like.

The night is the worst moment for her, since nightmares have kidnapped you, they are a daily thing and they are all about the fear of losing you, of seeing your lifeless corpse in her arms, that's why her eyes are glassy from tiredness and from despair all day.

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Three weeks have passed since day X, they have just reduced the dose of sedatives and moved you to an isolated cell, very dirty and full of mold everywhere. However it's not like you could go anywhere, they tied you to the bed and you can't move from there.

They come every three hours to check if you're awake, and two times out of three they put you back to sleep, so you stay awake about long enough to sort your thoughts. You're stuck and shut down, barely able to read very strong thoughts from weak minds, so an escape is unlikely.

However, now you feel a strange feeling in your stomach, and then a rush of energy. A rush of familiar emotions, anger, worry, revenge but above all love, give you a new rush of power.

The only person capable of restoring your magical power is the only one you would now like to see in your arms, so a new strength makes you sit up abruptly, breaking the belts that held you to the bed. "Wanda!" burning red eyes and a hopeful smile accompany you as you quickly get off the bed.

You've just discovered that you're wearing a hospital gown, and by the meager marks on your body you understand the length of your stay with the enemy. With a flurry of hands you unhinge the door and with very little energy you trudge out. You can feel Wanda, she is here, wherever here is, you just have to find her.

Obviously being an enemy base it is full of soldiers, ready to shoot you as soon as they see you. You trudge tired and luckily thanks to your powers you manage to take out one by one (slamming them from one wall to another) all the obstacles, at least that's what you thought after passing a few floors.

Slowly exhausted from the walk and very hungry you continued your desperate search when you feel a thud behind you and then a warmth in your leg. You are already too exhausted from everything so the bullet that entered your leg is the straw that breaks the camel, so your fainting is quick, unfortunately you do not notice the red flash behind you and a familiar walk behind you.

It took them three weeks, but your mother finally found you. They kept you imprisoned in an old abandoned Hydra base, or so the team believed, well hidden from prying eyes, but not so well from some satellite.

Within minutes the information had spread throughout the compound, and the entire team was already mobilizing for the rescue.

If you were there with them you could have described your mother and girlfriend in three words: hope, determination and revenge.

As soon as FRIDAY had announced your location in your room Wanda was incredulous, in less than five minutes she was already out of the compound ready to go and very pounding.

When they arrived near the 'abandoned' structure Pietro did a quick inspection counting the exits, the enemies and maybe spotting you, so after a few minutes the Avengers burst into the building.

When Wanda found you she had just split from the rest of the team, convinced she had seen something, she had just turned the corner when she heard a shot, a little further on there was a guard holding a gun pointed at someone, in a fit of rage he flies off the building and looks at the shot victim.

Her eyes are shocked, you just fell to the ground, exhausted and with a hole in your leg, you pass out before she reaches you. When she takes you in her arms she sees your glassy eyes, your malnourished body and pale skin, you basically got here by miracle. You're so thin that she can pick you up bridal style and make her way to the jet.

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They rescued you and blew up the building (after successfully eliminating any form of threat), but you had been too neglected in the three weeks and also aided by your gunshot wound you fell into a coma.

The team took you back to the compound where you were met and treated by a world-class medical team, you were cleared of the drug cocktails those Hydra scientists had injected into you, but you still didn't have enough strength to wake up. Days go by and the team, or rather your family, continues to visit you assiduously.

Sometimes only Kate will come, and whispering she will ask you a billion times sorry for she knows not what reason, she feels guilty for her friend and somehow holds herself responsible for your suffering.

Steve comes to visit you at least twice a day, the first time he brings you one of your favorite books, he changes them every day and he knows how much you love to read so he hopes it helps, the second time he does it for Wanda, he brings her a hot meal, given who refuses to leave your side until you wake up. Not that this helps, however she wouldn't eat it anyway, at least maybe she doesn't show it but she appreciates Steve's gesture.

Sam stays a while and then goes away, but he always wishes you a speedy recovery and tries to make Wanda smile every now and then.

Tony came the other day too, his usual manners getting him kicked out of the infirmary by your mother before he said anything to arouse Wanda's wrath. However what he wanted to give you he had already put in your room so the visit to the infirmary was just pure courtesy.

Vision is the one who showed up the least, he had calculated that you would wake up within a week and therefore there was no need to worry, he will only have come to check on you twice.

The only people who never or very rarely left the room were Natasha and Wanda.

The brunette always sat by your side and as the rest of the world went on she stopped hers for you. Even if you're standing there right in front of her, your pulse being monitored on the screen, she's terrified that one day, the wrong one, the pulse on that monitor will stop.

Her favorite activity has now become holding your hand, hoping that you will respond to her squeeze, or in cases where she feels suffocated and misses you too much, she rests next to you, with her head on your chest, to remain anchored here only thanks to the sound of your heart.

If Pietro hadn't been there, she would have gone mad with pain, it may seem excessive but in a short time you filled a hole in her life that she didn't even know she had, and now that hole is reopening, and blood is coming out. As close as he could was to his sister, as well as her friend.

Natasha took the hit of the coma better than Wanda, she had you at home safe, and she's too stubborn to think you can die, you'll just wake up full stop. The only times she left the room was when someone else was with Wanda, just to get some air, or something to eat, after which she would quickly come back to you two.

A silver lining was that at least they talked to each other more, when they were in the mood for it, and mainly share the best memories they have with you. Your presence certainly helped the twins settle better in the team, let's say you gave both sides a boost.

She takes care of your girlfriend as well as she does you, she knows that's what you want, and it's also a way to postpone the pain so welcome.

For a couple of nights Wanda has fallen asleep exhausted curled up against you, and each time Natasha takes and puts the blanket on for you two, letting you rest, then she sits down on one of the chairs and dozes off, also very tired.

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It is now afternoon, twelve days have passed since you were shot, and one month and five days since the fateful mission.

It is the first time that Natasha has left the room leaving Wanda alone, nothing should happen after all she is sleeping which is rare in recent days.

The first thing you feel is a big headache, you're completely dazed, you don't even know where you are or how you got there.

When you open your eyes slightly the yellowish light of the sun blinds you and you can barely see the white ceiling of the room.

The continuous background noise that has accompanied you in the last month, that of your heartbeat on the monitor, is always present only this time it seems to you that you are less bedridden.

Then all of a sudden the memories of the last month come back to you, the constant sedatives, and the withdrawals, the tests, the confinement to the bed, and then the escape, only for it all to vanish in smoke.

Realization hits you when you try to move and you realize there's someone leaning against you, why didn't you notice it sooner?

Your blood rushes to your brain at the very thought of having to fight in this state but you immediately cheer up when you see that it's your girlfriend.

She is clinging to you as if her life depended on it and you even mind breathing if it means disturbing her graceful sleep.

The light breeze that moves her hair makes you aware of where you are, the dear infirmary of the compound, much better than the last bed you woke up in. The soft light already gives you a daily context but you are quite tired of lying down.

With a lot of effort you try to get into a sitting position, but as you suspected, in addition to the impending difficulty, you wake up Wanda. "Y/N!? Oh my god, you woke up!" her eyes widen in disbelief, she quickly unravels from your arms, her happy expression changes when she sees your strained face.

"Stay down, don't force yourself, you'll hurt" with strong hands she brings you back down again, with one goal, to let you rest. "I'm fine Wands, I'm just a little dizzy. I just wanted to be a little straighter" you reassure her, making the situation clear, and hoping for a slowdown in the restrictions.

Her expression doesn't waver, she's not going to make you move a single muscle, and she'll take care of it personally.

"No you're not well, you woke up after almost two weeks in a coma and now you won't even move a muscle, you have to rest" like a good nurse she commands you, even pointing at you with her finger, her concern screams from all over her.

You sigh yielding, you missed her caring side too, even though sometimes it's too much, this time you have to indulge her. Stop all your futile attempts to get your body to move and embrace the idea of lying down.

At this point it would be better to restart the conversation completely, so in order not to undermine it even more, you prefer to enjoy the silence and stare, with an unconsciously pained gaze, at the caring emerald eyes of your favorite brunette.

The thought that she was too brutal by preventing you from getting up doesn't even cross her mind, after all you were in pain getting up and she doesn't want you to suffer, if anything she could help you…maybe.

Now sitting more composed, on the edge of the bed, with her legs crossed, she thoughtfully massacres her lower lip with her teeth while with one hand she strokes your numb legs. A flash of genius comes to her in these few seconds of reflection, a light in her eyes, literally when she approaches and she fixes you by putting an extra pillow behind your back to make you stand a little higher.

"I missed you so much, I thought I was losing you" moving, close enough to have her long brown hair on your chest, her strong arms gripping your forearms, she lets go of all the sadness and especially that little constant dread of never hearing your voice again.

The benefit of being a telepath yourself, even if you're exhausted, is that you feel all the plethora of painful thoughts gripping her brain, and you're perhaps the only person who can put an end to them right now.

"I've missed you a lot too Wands, and I'm never, ever leaving you. I promise." with your heart in your hand you promise her something for which you will fight to the last drop of blood in your veins, to seal this pact you also raise your little finger, one way for another to make everything lighter.

Her little finger quickly reaches yours, and you squeeze it to seal your solemn promise.

Don't miss the opportunity to push your face a little closer, so that your lips come together in a kiss that has been requested for more than a month.

"Never do that again" now that the kiss is done, in fear her whole facade crumbles. "What... kiss you?" you look at her amazed, usually she liked your kisses, maybe there's something deeper underneath her, or maybe you wanted to make her smile already knowing the answer.

"No stupid, leave me alone" she smiles at your antics, sometimes they really change her day, but this time her fears are well founded.

"I can try to do this, after all I have good reasons to go home" you linger over the last words, sketching in your mind a series of valid reasons, while you give her a look that is both sincere and provocative at the same time give. "And what would these reasons be? I'd really like to hear them" provocative eyes, malicious intent, are hers when the space between you increases, sitting again in the space next to your outstretched legs.

"Hmm let's see....It's movie night on Friday..." with a thoughtful look, fingers on chin, your eyes in full defiance, you tease her. "Friday movie night?" with her mouth hanging open and an expression both surprised and disappointed, she surely she was expecting something romantic, aside from the fact that you can be romantic as well as be a tease.

"Then there are... my mother's failed attempts at cooking... Vision's lingering philosophical quotes... the grandfatherly air Steve brings... Sam's incomprehensible jokes..." you list one by one very random motifs, some unnerving, leaving a little pause between each one to give the brunette a little more suspense. "AND?" she shakes her arms in exasperation, she knows she's at the end of this, but you're really dragging your feet.

At her insistence you laugh, maybe you shouldn't since lifting your chest so much causes you a little pain (which you're good enough to hide) all over the ribcage area, you can see that maybe you shouldn't have scoffed her insistence. Your brief reward is when she pouts, that tender pout she only gives you, the one you can't resist, anyway you would have told her in the end.

"Annnnd... you Wanda, you are the biggest reason to come home" with soft eyes, heart in hand, and aching limbs, once again you confess your love to her.

Joy is not quantifiable on Wanda's face, of course she knew you would say it, in practice she was begging you to finish that sentence in this way, but it always does her heart good to feel how much you love her.

For this reason, immediately after your fatal words, she jumps on you, in a bizarre way too, considering that you are half-reclining, forgetting all the precautions she had imposed on herself to make you respect.

She nearly chokes you at how tight her arms are wrapped around your neck, and all in all her reaction was not quite like the usual Wanda you know.

When you met her she was always standoffish with others, the only one she literally wasn't bitter with was her brother, certainly the situation you were in wasn't the most favorable for making friends, among other things you were probably still enemies, but with you she always behaved differently from the others. It may be because of your bond, or curse if you prefer, unique, but right from the start there was an incredible chemistry. Time has only helped, until now and her attempt to smother you in a hug.

"Hey…it's okay…it's okay… I love you too, there's no need to choke me" you force yourself to speak, giggling at her grips, knowing that maybe this will lead you to be free. Fortunately this time it suits you because you are immediately released, but in exchange you get the best show you could ask for.

Red as a tomato, her hair all tousled, your beautiful girlfriend cackled loudly, using one hand to push her dark hair away from her face and behind her ear and the other in a failed attempt to hold back the laughter, drawing the your gaze in love like a magnet.

Your constant staring only makes the Sokovian grin even more, almost making her breathless. "W-Why are you staring at me?" she mumbles still trying to suppress the rest of the laughter, still beaming as always, only now you realize what you were doing perhaps unintentionally and this in turn makes you laugh.

"I was just thinking that I just picked the right Maximoff" you nonchalantly tell her smiling. Your answer makes her raise an eyebrow in disbelief. "You say?" she asks you curiously. Whereupon you shake your head and already prepare yourself for other flattery to give to your declared crush.

"Very convinced. Pietro isn't as witty as he thinks, and then he's really a messy..." you explain your reasons when the lock on the handle clicks and the door opens revealing Pietro following Natasha who were chatting softly.

When your conversations have petered out together, looks of astonishment and wonder come to their eyes, the next thing you know is that your mother is on the other side of the bed, showering you with hugs and kisses.

It is literally the greatest amount of affection that Natasha has given you, of course there have been hugs, kisses of various kinds, other things between mothers and daughters, but never as concentrated as now.

"Sleeping Beauty has finally woken up" in his usual sarcastic way, Pietro comments, and if you could see him, even if you already know he's got it, you'd see that cursed smile he's given since he's been teasing you.

"I missed you too, Piet," you tell him, after extricating yourself from your mother's forest of arms and red hair. "When did you wake up?" more composed and less attached to you, but always on the right side of the bed, your mother asks for hours.

You give Wanda a quick quizzical look, since she was the only one in the room, but she has the same uncertain expression you have so you don't know what to answer. "a few minutes ago..." you try again a look of support "... yes minutes, practically recently" Wanda backs you up, as uncertain as you are.

"You had a long sleep" begins from behind her sister, that dear sprinter you have as a friend. Speechless with a single glance you address the unspoken question to the two women on either side of you. "Almost two weeks" by rubbing her hand over your outstretched arm, your mother updates you on your forced rest period.

"I bet C-3PO tried to calculate when I would wake up, did he?" smile thinking back to the synthezoid while he tries to calculate your shooting time, sometimes the way he talks you can't help but chuckle. Your smile is contagious, because the other three smile at your joke too, but only Pietro intervenes.

"Speaking of robots, there are a couple of people over there who can't wait to talk to you" with a grimace he teases you, he knows you hate all this attention, oh how much he knows.

You roll your eyes and mutter "let's take this band-aid off" as you pass your right hand over your face, you also manage to make Wanda smile with your manners and all in all this is not bad.

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Within a few minutes, one by one all the members of the team, or for you of your family, arrive in the now crowded room.

In the short waiting time, you have the opportunity to take a further look at the room and smile when you see the book on the bedside table on your left, already knowing who brought it to you and planning to thank him.

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As you suspected, Steve was the first to cross the threshold of the medical cabin, an expression of relief when he saw that you were well and in good company. "Captain" you greet him formally, still a little aching, stupid headache. He approaches you, making room for himself on the side of the bedside where Natasha used to be, now out to go and call the others.

"Girl you really scared us" a serious but also concerned tone takes the super soldier. You sigh in amusement, ready to answer, you adjust your position, firmly helped by Wanda's arm. "Well what do I have to say, I haven't slept for seventy years but I'm tired of being in the REM phase" with a slight arrhythmia from the effort you make a slight joke.

A reproachful look nevertheless reaches your eyes, even if it dissolves immediately after, by now your jokes on this topic missed him.

A sound getting closer, almost like a scream, you start to hear. "Y/N!!!" Kate bursts into the room, held briefly by Sam, hell the girl is nimble.

Her eyes are shining with contentment, her feet far apart, her arms stretched out for the run, and all her disbelief is enclosed in her being. "Kate..." you whispered in surprise, sincerely at everything, at her hasty manner and the faintly remorseful expression on her face. "Oh my god…"she covers her mouth with her hands before almost throwing herself at me.

She literally pushes Steve away for space and before long she's wrapping you up in a tear-jerking hug. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, sorry sorry..." she murmurs into the crook of your neck, so sorry and finally relieved to empty herself of the guilt she feels she has that she doesn't mind your surprised expression at all.

Like a brick all the stormy guilty thoughts that sink her suddenly hit you, thoughts from her point of view very concrete, having suggested to split up to cover more ground was her idea without most likely you would not have fallen into the trap.

But what he doesn't know is that you wanted to venture alone into an area with no signal and that clearly reeked of a trap. "No no... No Kate, stop apologizing, you didn't do anything. It was all my idea" you cautiously move away, alienated by the amount of hugs you've had in the last few minutes, but with a more important task.

Apparently your intentions weren't clear because she's still insecure so try again with more conviction. "I knew what I was doing, nothing of the last month is your fault" even more convinced you take her by the shoulders, eyes convinced, and you indicate your body to explain above all the shot.

She is really shocked

She took all the blame for your kidnapping before and your weak coma now

She shouldn't have, she shouldn't, the responsibility for that is mine alone

I don't know what to do Wands, should I use my powers?

I think this is for you to decide детка

Her posture is all hunched over, mostly due to the fact that she was holding you, but you have to continue despite her evidence of upset from her. "Are we still friends? I mean... aren't you angry with me?" she comes out, surprising you suddenly, a sudden question but with a lot behind it.

Take a deep breath and before you can say anything Wanda reaches the young archer from this side placing a hand on her shoulders.

"If I were to be angry about all the plans gone awry that caused me some injuries, I would most likely hate the person who is about to walk through that door" without a hint of sarcasm, alright maybe just a little bit, you finally tell her, concluding the last part just as Sam was panting through the door.

"This...girl...runs...a lot" taking deep breaths, Sam gestures at Kate, completely oblivious to your previous conversation with the archer.

The exclamation plus the birdman's breathless pitiful state (he hates when he's called that so you'll keep calling him that in your head hoping he can hear it) brings out a hopeless watery smile at the girl as well as a knowing look between you and Peter.

"Sam" you greet him trying not to let a smile slip, acknowledging your active presence. "Y/N, well woken up" between a sigh and the rest now more composed he too returns the smile. "Trouble breathing, bird man?" teases Pietro as only he can do, he is on par with Tony sometimes as far as it can be a joke, it would be an exciting fight.

If a look could kill then the sprinter would now be stone dead from the glare that the literal "not birdman, they're just wings" throws at him. Then you really can't resist any longer and you grin maliciously laughing both at the joke and at the look (even at your thoughts), a light pat comes on your shoulders when Wanda makes you understand that laughing at other people's misfortunes isn't so nice after all, even if you pout however her idea remains the same.

Right now Natasha walks into the room too, before the now tangible body of the world's most motor-skilled toaster pops out of the wall, further boosting your laughter as he makes poor Sam take a hit. "What are you doing so funny?" says your mother, aware of your laughter, but for Sam's sake she tries to deflect the subject.

"I entered and ..." Vision believing he has to make a list, all serious he gestures undermining what he has done and then staring at the others in confusion. "Vis what did I tell you? It was rhetoric, she doesn't want to know what you did." particularly precise on this point, he had asked you to learn to understand the human being and you are helping him, rhetoric is part of all this. A sad look however took him.

"Oh. Well woke up anyway Y/N." dejected dejected he shut up.

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That's what you've done for the next hour, talking to all the people who have given color their way into your life.

At least until your mother pleaded that you needed to rest, which you were already tired of doing since the last month in bed, kicking everyone out of the room.

The only people left inside were you, Natasha and Wanda, or as you dubbed them in your head: your new nurses.

They literally instituted very limited visiting hours beyond which only the two of them in exchange could see you.

When you insisted on the first night to go back to your room they protested and so you ended up staying in that kind of hospital room for another week. The biggest torture was that you couldn't do anything.

'Rest and see that you'll get better' your mother tells you all the time, even if it's true that whatever they injected in there could be dangerous now you're bored.

The only activity that wasn't eating (all rigorously prepared by your girlfriend), sleeping, chatting with your 'freedom holders' and other things that don't move much is reading.

You love Steve after all those books he stole from your room and brought them here, literally even if you know them by heart you devour them out of boredom.

When they finally let you out you are strictly accompanied, no longer by two prison guards but only by Wanda (perhaps you can fool her with her big eyes) which you don't mind.

The missions for the first three weeks are off-limits, you can't even talk about it, then slowly, pushing the right buttons, you convince them to trust you.

Of course of all these treatments you know that as soon as they run out the rest of the team will mess you around until you die. Especially Pietro

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Special Bond | Chapter three: Chaos and Party (part. 1)

*not my GIF

Chapter Summary: You're in the party with your Agatha and you'll meet some interesting poeple...

Paring: Yelena Belova x Maximoff!Reader; Agatha Harkness x Maximoff!Reader; Wanda Maximoff x Sister!Reader x Pietro Maximoff; Avenger x Female reader (platonic)

| chapter two | serie masterlist | chapter four |

Zagreb, Croatia 6 pm in your hotel room

"So we'll not talk about earlier?" Agatha broke the silence

"About what ?" you feigned the confusion

"Your gay panic" she tried to restein the laught but it's impossible, she remind the moment where you pose your eyes on the blond and she can't contain more "you shoulded see your face you were totally blushing, you didn't find your words and you even couldn't argue with for your costume"

"That was not a gay panic" you groan but you it was "my mind just didnt want to cooperate" you tried

"Yeah yeah sur and i'm blond" you rolled your eyes you know she choose that color on purpose

"So about tonight what did you choose for you and don't tell me you will go with your dress 'cause i know you chosse something, i can sense your annoyance but i'll not comment it today" you remark

It's true, since you began to learn more about magic with Agatha she foud your mind was more open than any other human, that scare her a little becasue that mean you're more vulnerable at mind attack than anyone else. At the start you bith thought it was cause of you telepath power but it's more than that, so the older witch cast a spell on you, the spell increase your telepath power you can usually use them only within a radius of 15 meter (~46ft) but with up agatha gave you the distance up to 50 meter (~164ft) anf of course you contact her anywhere in the planete. You also train you telekinsis power, you can levitate 1 can tiny car now but you want to progress to be able to protect yourself and your sibling when you'll find them.

During this year you travel with Agatha to find a way to fortifie your mind and that why you are here in Croatia but her friend din't have a solution neither so you propose to visit the city to not waste youe time in europe.

Seeing you were blaking out the older witch grabe and look at you "we'll find a way i promise you and after that we wiln can focus on a way to find your sibling" you look at her and see her sadness and you're sad too, if you find pietro and wanda that mean you'll can't spend all your days with agatha and despite the fact you miss your family the brunette is like a second mother to you

"Yeah I know" you sight before smile again "but now let's focus on the party"

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2 hours later in Agatha's friend (little) tower

"So what are we going here" ask Steve to Tony but the billionaire don't seem to listen

"According to the details Mr.Fury sent us the agents who have been kill was protecting some one and we are here to find this man and try to figurate why they want to kill him" respond Vision, steve look at him then look at Tony again

"Again we're disguise because ... ?" he add

"Cause it's a Halloween party, it would be weird if we're the only who don't respect the dress code and it more easy to melt in the crowd" said finaly tony with a smirk when he look the captain.

He choose the costume for everyone obviously; rohdey was Superman, Wanda was princess Peach , Vision was Mario and Steve Luigi and Tony was Batman but with an armored suit.

Wanda was trying to explain at Vision why they wear a pink dress who is definitly not the type of our emo Wanda but she was cut by an little who bump into her back. She turn around and see a helmet with a teint glasse she was confuse and she hear a little 'sorry i can't reaaly see wher i go' she chucle and let the go.

You were trying to find Agatha you understand she scared that you'll be bother with your power tonight so choose a costume with a helmet wher sche can hide some run to prevent you for any attack tonight. You were near your mama/mentor when you see Batman, not the real one but some one suit like batman so decide to speak with them, their costume is too 'cool' you ant the same.

"Euh excuse me ?" Tony heard while he was try to find the host of the party, he trun around and look at you, more in your glasse but he decide to not comment and he smile gently to you.

"Can i help you ?" he respond

"Yes, i want to know where did you find your costume he's so cool, i want the same i try to convice mama to buy a batman costume but the doesn't want" did that seem you were excitaded because you were really, Batman is like your favorite fictional hero.

No need to see your eyes to imagine the sparkle when you talk so Tony replied "i made it, i have some experience withtechnologie and suit so"

"Woah, it's more cool now. Can i take... a picture please ?" you ask hesitantly but you really hope he accept

"Yes why not" you don't lost any second to pull up your phone and open the photo you took some picutre and after the man continue "so you are ?"

"Oh sorry i didn't introduce myself, i'm Y/N Harckness sir" you respond

"Call me Tony" he smile at you "so Y/N do you know the host of this tower?"

"Mister Loucas? Yes he's my mama's friend"

Do you know where i can find him ?

You look around you before poiting a cirner of the room "here and the woman next to him is" you notice the glare of Agatha and reminder why you search her before you find "she is my mama and she will kill me cause she has some important thing to say me" you laught

"Oh thanks and see you later" he said before leaving you

"You're welcome Tony and have a nice party" you add before rush to the witch you didn't heart him said 'you too kiddo'

You're now on the couch near your mama you tell her how you met batman and she see the excitement in your voice. You pull your phone to show her the picture and when you saw them you remark someone behind on one photo, it was the blond you met early. You were looking for her with your in the entire room, you saw her near the bar and excuse yourself to Agatha, you have one mission in your mind.

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10 minutes earlier in front of the tower

A group of girl are in front the main door and argue about something "You sure you want to do that alone Yelena ?" one of them said

"Don't worry it's just an in and out, and i would need some backup so you have to stay here, i'll come back in 30 minutes" before the others girls can argue she's enter.

Present

"Hey!" the blond turn her head and she face to an... astronaute ?

"Heu...hi, sorry but i don't have time now i have sometihing really important to do" she reply

You took off your helmet and look at her like she was the woman of your life and said "Oh it's seem you don't have any time for an astronaute but have you some time for a modest girl ?"

She stare you and look around and finally said "Okay maybe 5 minutes but i really have something to do after that"

"Oh don't worry 5 minutes is more than enought" you feint a laught to destresse you but she look at you with concern so you continue "i'm an astronaute and you are miss rapunzel in black ?"

She hesitate an instant and reply "a Black Widow ?!" she see your smile and the sparkle in your eyes (you really love superhero)

"Like the Avenger?" she nod with confusion and you add "oh and i'm Y/N by the way" she look around, she seem like search something or some one and sudden she find it "and you are..."

"I'm in a rush sorry" without more she leave, you stay here you analyze the situation, it was weird but not like when agatha fail a recipe it was and before youcan thinks to find your mysterious pretty girl you feel a hand you turn you head and meet the blue eyes of your favorite witch.

"Your... helmet ?" she said, you put your helmet on your head and apologize and she continue "you know i don't like to do that me too but it's the only way to prevent your headache and we don't if any witch or sorcerer try to invade your mind" you sight but smile

"Yeah i know ma, i'll be more careful in the future i promise. It's just i was talking to the womanf of the afternoon and she don't recognize me with the helmet so,"

She cut you "oh I see don't worry it's nothing" she look behind her you sens she was a little scared and she add "i sens a witch in here i don't know if she a oppenent or not so keep your helmet until we leave okay sweetie?" just like when you call her 'mama', when she call you 'sweetie' you can't really say "no" and you know it's for your own safety so you'll not argue.

Few second later your mama leave you had to talk withe friend so you wait her and you heart a gunshot peaople start to scream and just after there was an explosion in the tower. You hided yourself under the bar and call Agatha by telepathy but your hear an another voice in your head some one can hear you but your brain don't really reconize the voice. Before you could do anything you see some men with gun enter in the room and fear begun to increase in you.

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chrisevansgoodgirl · 4 years ago

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killing peggy carter

summary: you want revenge bc steve’s a bitch. (happy times, save for steve’s disappearance. everyone’s alive tho)

warnings: a darker steve. rough smut, a little questionable at times. a lot of angst bc i was in a mood.

pairing: steve rogers x reader, peggy carter x reader for a sec, and some steve x peggy ( 🤢 )

word count: about 9,800

a/n: not tagging anyone bc no one asked for this, i literally just wrote it like forever ago and decided to post it bc i haven’t posted in forever. also, if you go back far enough on my blog, you will see that i watch riverdale and honestly, i came up with this title before jughead wrote his emo story in the finale.

When Steve left, it was nothing short of devastating.

Your world had stopped. How could it not? You had been under the impression that someone was in love with you as much as you were in love with them. And god, you were so damn in love with Steve Rogers.

It had been a year and it still hurt just like it had that first day. You were better at hiding it now, using that as the only entertainment in your life. Being an Avenger wasn’t the same as it used to be. The world was good, you weren’t needed. Especially not while all these feelings of anger and resentment were growing inside you.

When Steve left, he took a lot. He took your heart, your soul, your fucking will to love and let yourself be loved, and he took your ability to be a hero. No hero had the darkness you had. No hero stayed out most nights dancing in sweaty and noisy clubs, being groped by strangers she couldn’t even take home because she was the definition of damaged. You had trust issues for days, and they weren’t going anywhere any time soon, if ever.

Bucky tried to help and sometimes, you had the energy to fake it. It always made him so happy to see you smiling or just talking to other men who clearly were attracted to you. But nothing would come of it. You couldn’t believe a word that any one of them said.

Steve used to look at you, tell you he loved you, tell he needed you, that he couldn’t do any of this without you. Then he had the chance to go back to Peggy Carter and he took it in a second, no hesitation. He didn’t even say goodbye.

You stayed out on the lake for three months, figuring he’d just gotten tied up. He would come back, you told yourself that every night. What finally broke you was when Nat and Bucky sat you down and told you it wasn’t going to happen. You’d always known but with confirmation from the two people that knew him best, you had to face reality. He’d left you and he wasn’t coming back.

It was a huge hit to your self-esteem. Maybe if you had been prettier. Smarter. Stronger. Better. But you were just you. Petty, small, aching. Ironically, that was how he had found you as well. The Avengers liked to bring in team members who had already been through too much. You hadn’t realized how vulnerable your past trauma made you to their type of coercion. You would do anything any of them asked. With Steve, it was different. More. And he had always known.

There was this pain in your chest that never went away. Sometimes you woke up gasping in the middle of the night, usually after a nightmare. It was as if there had been a hand around your neck. But there wasn’t because you were as alone as anyone could possibly be.

You didn’t mind it anymore. Hell, it was the only thing that you still had left of Steve. You burned everything else and not even that made you feel better. This was all much to Bucky’s dismay.

You would never tell a soul that you couldn’t part with his sketchbooks, that you had them hidden in a box underneath your bed. It was no one’s right to know. This pain was your own, the only thing you still had possession of.

You hadn’t been touched in his absence, even by yourself. It reminded you of all those times he would kiss along your skin and sing praises to your beauty. Sometimes, you wished you were ugly. Sometimes, you wished you could just get so ugly that no one would even want to look at you.

But that was not the case. You were that beautiful, strong, and caring woman Steve had fallen in love with, so they claimed. You were their responsibility. Their project. They would get you through this if it was the last thing they did. Nat, Bucky, and Sam tried merely out of their loyalty to Steve. Tony followed that lead and that meant Peter tried as well as he could. Wanda, still consumed by her own lost love, attempted, but she was probably the only person who could see you for what you were.

Thrown out trash. Abandoned, sharp pieces that could and would cut anyone who tried to help. You hated all the rest of them for not seeing it. You hated all the rest of them because in their eyes, you were still Steve’s girl.

You no longer had a boyfriend, a family, or friends. He took all of that away from you. And one day, when you were so sick of having nothing to do but feel sorry for yourself, you decided that you were going to return that favor.

Steve Rogers deserved to be just as heartbroken and empty as you. It drove you crazy. He had been the one to pursue you. He had been the one to insist that you were his, even said you were the best thing to ever happen to him.

Talking Bruce into helping was laughably easy. You claimed to need closure. You claimed you just wanted to know that Steve was happy. You wanted to tell him you forgave him. Bruce hadn’t seen you look this happy in a long while so he did what anyone would and said yes.

You wanted to wait. Steve was always so sentimental, the anniversary of the day he met Peggy was probably a day of extreme affection in their house. He probably made her breakfast, bought her some piece of jewelry that she wouldn’t even like, and spent all day telling her how much he loved her. You wanted to crash the party.

Part of you wished there was another way to do this, but there just wasn’t. Killing Peggy was the only way to take anything from him, and you had these dark fantasies that he would then kill you in retaliation. What a beautiful way to go, you hoped he would strangle you. You hoped he would set you on his lap one final time, wrap his hands around your neck, and stare into your eyes until you were gone.

Peggy was a great person, that much you felt bad about. But hadn’t Steve practically murdered you? And you were a great person before all of this. An eye for an eye. Did he think you were just going to disappear? No, he wasn’t going to get away with this any longer. He wasn’t going to get his happiness after he had ruined your whole life.

You wanted some years on them, you told Bruce ten years. Steve would be just shy of 50. You wondered what he’d look like. When he left, he had just started to get some gray hairs. You could remember that morning vividly. You wouldn’t have noticed if the sun hadn’t been shining in through the blinds perfectly onto his blonde hair. He blushed about 7 shades of red, but you promised him you didn’t mind. Because you loved him. He said he loved you back. Like an idiot, you believed him.

You arrived in his time with little care to how you looked. You weren’t here for anyone but him. You didn’t mind that everyone was staring at you oddly because instead of some huge, ugly dress, you were wearing black pants, a low-cut t-shirt, and a leather jacket.

You did need a weapon, however. Guns were cowardly. Poison could be fun. A knife, though. A knife would certainly get the point across. You tucked it into your boot and then you were on your way.

You found Peggy’s house easily. Bruce had made sure you knew where you were going and what to do if they had moved or anything like that. You’d known they would be in the same place. You’d known Steve would want to live in this domestic, pathetic lie.

There was a window that looked into the living room. It was mid-day, you figured Peggy was at work. What did Steve even do? Was there a specific activity he liked pairing with all the pure nothingness he was doing while his best friend suffered in Hydra’s hands?

You saw him sitting in a recliner in what you assumed was the living room. His hair was almost all gray, he’d cut it much shorter. Like how he used to have it, before everything with Tony and Bucky. Like how he had it when you met him. His beard was just as light and he had a few prominent wrinkles on his forehead and around his mouth. But that was as far as his aging went. His arms were still huge, his shoulders so broad, and you had the strongest feeling that that ass had held up.

You were about to go in, make your presence known when you realized he was reading a book. Your favorite book. He must have taken it with him because that looked distinctly like one of your many copies you hadn’t seen for quite some time.

You were furious, shaking and seeing red. No matter how hard you tried to breathe, you just couldn’t. You were going to cut Peggy’s heart about and show it to him. You were going to cover that ugly house with her blood. You were going to wreck him just as much as he wrecked you.

You watched Steve for three months and came to the harrowing conclusion that he was severely unhappy. Peggy would come home and they wouldn’t speak. They would sit down for dinner and say maybe five sentences to one another. They went to bed together, sometimes they had sex. You never stuck around for that because not only was that a major violation of her privacy, but damn, they were fucking boring.

When she woke up in the morning, he wouldn’t get up until she was gone. Then he would go for his run, you followed a couple of times as best you could to see if there was a piece of this puzzle you were missing. When he returned home, he would read or watch television, he went for a second run a few hours later, and returned home to do absolutely nothing but await her return.

Should this have made you happy? It didn’t. He would rather be unhappy with her than happy with you. But that was for one reason: his pride. He didn’t want to crawl back to you and admit that he made a mistake.

Your goals changed. You wanted to make him admit it. Not with words, he would never do that. But Steve was a faithful man. If you got him to stray, it would be indisputable.

You waited one morning until he was out on his run, then snuck into the house. You went through their kitchen, sometimes you moved things just to be a bitch. You went through their bedroom and discovered that Peggy had a terrible contraption that had the audacity to call itself a sex toy. That would be nice to throw in Steve’s face.

You tossed it onto the bed and got undressed as you made your way to the shower. Steve wouldn’t be gone much longer. And he would know something was very wrong when he saw your clothes.

You washed your hair, used Peggy’s soap, and only had to wait a couple of minutes after that. You heard him call out her name a few times. But then he got to the bedroom and you heard his steps hesitating.

“Peggy?”

He wouldn’t say your name, not ever. Because he could be wrong, he could be delusional. And to admit that he was still thinking about you after all this time, that was his idea of a loss.

You didn’t grab a towel as you pulled the shower curtain back and shut off the water. Dripping wet, you carefully padded across the tile floor and then out to the bedroom.

His eyes widened and he dropped to his knees. “What...what are you doing here?”

You shrugged, glancing around. “Thought I deserved a vacation.”

“Y/N, I am so—”

“Pathetic? Weak? Yeah, don’t worry, I know.” You moved closer to him, eyeing him pitifully. You were glad that you hadn’t crumbled. Months ago, you would have given anything just to hear his voice, just to see his fucking eyes. God, you hated him now.

“You’re angry, I understand.”

“Angry?” you scoffed. “Add dumb to the list.”

“I’m sorry that I hurt you—”

“You didn’t hurt me, you piece of shit. You destroyed me, you ruined my life. For all intents and purposes, you killed me. And I’m here to get my revenge.”

His eyebrows pulled together. “Revenge?”

You reached out to touch his face, trailed your fingers along his bottom lip. “Yeah, payback. I’m going to make sure I make you feel what you made me feel.”

He glared up at you. “Are you threatening me?”

“Yes.”

He finally stood, towering over you.

“Mmm, how I’ve missed this body.” You pressed yourself against him and as much as he acted like he didn’t like it, he never pulled away or tried to push you back. You were getting him wet and his shirt was starting to cling to his abs. You let your hands wander for a moment before they dropped down to his pants.

“Stop,” he said quietly.

And you did because you were never going to allow him to lie. Your turned up to him and stepped back.

He looked torn apart, confused. “Why are you here?”

You shrugged. “Why not?”

“That’s not an answer.”

“Well, it’s all you’re getting. You don’t need any other answer.”

“So, what’s the plan? How are you going to get your revenge?”

“I know you, Steve, I know that you believe in being a good and faithful man. I just want you to fuck me. That’s all.”

“Well, you know that’s not going to happen. You know I would never—”

“Cheat? So, then you’ve never fucked Peggy?”

“What?”

“You never left me, you never told me we were done. You, like the coward you are, just didn’t come back. Every time you’ve been with her is a lie, a cheat. You are a cheater.”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?! You keep acting like there was just one thing! There were a million things, Steve. You ruined everything that we were building. And you can apologize all you want, but until I return at least half of it, I’m stuck here with you.”

“I won’t fuck you.”

“Yet,” you pointed out. “Well, I should be going.”

He grabbed your arm. “Go home.”

“I am home, baby. You’re here and you’re my home.”

He frowned.

You yanked yourself out of his hold, bending over to grab your clothing all over the room. He wasn’t going to fuck you but that did not mean he wasn’t going to look at you. So, you gave him quite the show, just like you had in the past upon his request.

You disappeared into the bathroom as if it was so natural, as if it was your own. He made no moves to follow and said nothing. As you dried yourself off, you decided now was as good a time as any. “See that terrible thing on your bed?”

You heard him step a few times, then nothing.

You scoffed. “Maybe it has to do with your age.”

“It doesn’t.”

“Still. Pretty creepy you came back to a much younger Peggy.”

“I came back to the one I left.”

“Whatever you need to tell yourself.” You sauntered out and sent him one last smile before exiting the bedroom.

Peggy and Steve had a fight, so Peggy ducked out to some small diner. If you couldn’t get to him, you decided you were going to get to her. Peggy was sweet from the second you began speaking to her, feigning concern for her situation.

The first night you guys went out together, you wanted her to talk shit about Steve. She didn’t, she just got drunk and tried to get you much the same. You were taking her home because you truly were fearful of what would become of her without your help. And she kissed you. At first, you were startled, you pulled away out of fear and shock. She wasn’t Steve. In all your life since you’d met him, you never thought someone else was going to kiss you.

But then she looked terrified. Had she been reading you wrong? Had she messed everything up? Nah, you were adaptable. You kissed her back, explained you’d been hurt by some loser and it had been a while. She understood, or said she did, and then she was disappearing inside.

You were left wondering if Steve heard you, but not many lights in the house were on. He probably wasn’t home. Confirmed by your unlocked hotel door when you returned home just a couple of hours before sunrise.

Knowing it was him didn’t mean you weren’t going to pull your gun as you entered. He was sitting in one of the chairs at the tiny table near the tiny kitchen.

He arched an eyebrow. “That necessary?”

“I should have shot you the second I got here.” But you still tossed it onto the bed. “You know...this paints quite a scene, doesn’t it? You’re here, angry at me for being out late.” You let your purse fall to the floor, then your hideous cardigan. You had only shown up with one outfit, so shopping was necessary to keep up appearances. You didn’t know a lot about the 40s, but you didn’t want them to start burning women at the stake again because of you.

You made your way to him, straddling his lap as you took his face in your hands. “Are you upset that I broke curfew, daddy?”

He didn’t even bat an eye, but you knew that would get to him. “Where were you?”

“Out with your future wife.” One of many kickers, they had yet to get married. Peggy said it was because she wanted to wait. “Thought she would be willing to talk shit about you...thought it would make me feel better.”

“And? Did she give you anything you can use against me in the future?”

“Nah. She didn’t want to talk about you at all.”

He glared. “When are you going home?”

She shrugged. “Whenever I feel like it.” Your eyes moved over his face as you felt the deeply etched lines on his skin. “You don’t look 50 but I never thought... You remember when I found your gray hair?”

“Yeah... Thought you would leave me...that you’d want someone your age.”

“I like you like this, you know. Twice my age.”

“Have there been others?”

And just like that, the end of your friendly conversation. You pulled your hands away from him but stayed on top of him. “Others?”

“People...men you’ve let close.”

You scoffed. “Why would I do that?”

“I wanted...I thought you would move on.”

“People lie,” you pointed out. “You told me you loved me every day and then you just left. I can’t adequately explain to you how tired I am. I can’t do it again, I can’t even let myself try. I can’t get close to people the way I was close to you. I can’t move on. I can’t love someone else. I can’t do anything but hate you as much as I loved you.”

“I wasn’t lying—”

“You left. If you loved me as much as you said you did, you wouldn’t have been able to.”

“I do love you—”

You immediately pulled off him, rushing to get your feet back on the floor. No, no fucking way, he was not going to lie to you again. He was simply not allowed to anymore. You would not tolerate it.

“Y/N—”

“Get out of my hotel!” You pointed to the door. “Now, Steve, or I swear I will shoot you.”

He scoffed. “For what? Loving you?”

“You piece of shit.” You didn’t wait for him to say anything else. You stormed to the bathroom and locked the door before he could intrude yet again.

He knew you wouldn’t come back out, not while he was still there. All he could do was leave. For safe measure, he at least unloaded your gun and set it on the bedside table. Maybe if you had to find it and load again, you would lose some of your anger and not ended up taking a shot at him.

How dare he? He had no right to say that to you, no right to use that word. It meant nothing coming from him because there was the implied ‘but’ along with it. Before, he just loved you. Period. Now? He loved you. But what? He loved Peggy more? He loved this time more?

You thought you had been angry before. Even though the time you were spending with Peggy was diffusing that somewhat. Still, you never lost sight of what you wanted. Needed. The idea of Steve’s heartbreak was the only thing that could get you up in the morning.

He threw you off for a few days. Every time you tried to leave the hotel room just to do something a tad evil, you would end up in bed crying. Steve thankfully didn’t try to come back, you hated the thought of him seeing you like this, letting him know that he could still do this to you.

Peggy called. You gave her the number, just in case, and she used it to express her concern for you. It wasn’t like you not to want to hang out or to just be around and bump into her “randomly”. She invited you out for breakfast the first day, then lunch the next. You said you weren’t feeling well.

An excuse she stopped taking the third night. She wanted to go dancing with you, all while her asshole boyfriend stayed at home. How could you say no? You shouldn’t, this was the entire reason you were here.

You would kill her tonight. This time was a drag and you wanted to get home. To a place where you could wear pants or a t-shirt. A place where there weren’t so many preppy men in pastels or college sweaters.

Peggy picked you up, she wouldn’t stop staring. Had it been any other day, you might have even questioned why. But you weren’t going to enjoy this as much as you thought you would. It sucked, and honestly, it made you hate Steve even more. He was your downfall, he was also her downfall, but at least he would soon be utterly alone.

It had been hours. You were just trying to dance and let the music fill your mind, but this music was shit. If you had to hear one more man sing about wanting to hold a woman’s hand… Truly, you missed the filth of your time.

Peggy was the one that wanted to leave. Peggy was the one that wanted to walk away from all the noise of the city. Peggy was the one that took you to some sleazy motel, where she gave you the briefest of looks when she’d stopped you both on the sidewalk. She was also the one that kissed you when you didn’t say anything because what did you have to actually say?

Nothing. Not one thing. You had no idea how this plan had spiraled so terribly. You were meant to come here, kill her, throw it in Steve’s face, then bolt back home like none of it ever happened.

But you couldn’t kill her, not anymore, not after seeing what a miserable life she had with Steve. You hoped she would leave him, and not just to hurt him, but to help herself. You remembered the life she had in your world, the one she had created with your husband. It was so much better than the hell she was living in here.

So, you let her take you to a room. You let her kiss you, you let her tear your dress off, push you onto the bed, and crawl on top of you. Her lips moved everywhere over your legs, arms, and stomach, and they felt like fire because they belonged to someone who wasn’t Steve.

You hated how guilty you felt. You hated that your mind was seriously considering this a betrayal, cheating. But you were trying to be kinder to yourself. It wasn’t your fault that you had fallen so hard for someone and that you had made plans because someone had promised you forever.

She knew you were thinking about him. Not Steve, of course, but the someone you had once mentioned. She didn’t mind, she just promised she would try to make you forget. You forced yourself to be present, you turned off your mind when you could. She didn’t ask a lot of you, in reality.

She wanted to be on top, she wanted you to say her name and wouldn’t let you come until you asked nicely. It was probably around the third orgasm that you stopped feeling so awful, that all of those familiar sensations weren’t triggering memories and bitter resentment. That was what she gave you with her mouth alone and didn’t move until it was evident that your thoughts had simply melted away.

When she crawled back up to kiss you, she buried her fingers inside you. At that point, who the hell even was Steve Rogers? A distant, dull pain. Peggy was here, on top of you, biting your lip, telling you to come one more time, because she knew you had it in you.

She told you that you were beautiful, that she’d never seen a body like yours. She told you that you made her feel things Steve couldn’t, that you were fun and warm and kind, and she loved spending time with you.

You were covered in sweat, your skin painted with her lipstick and bites and other marks she left all over your skin. She hadn’t come yet and refused any offers you made her, she claimed she just wanted to focus on you for a moment.

When she finally pressed her soaking center against yours, you were in an odd amount of pain. You longed for something, so much, but you had no idea what. She pulled your hair, began kissing your neck, and rolled her hips hard. You pulled her hair back, pressed your hips up when she pressed down, whimpered her name, and told her she felt so good. It was when she started fucking you harder and faster, and you were getting really close once again, that you got the sick idea to rake your nails down her back. Hard enough to leave marks.

After her finish, she collapsed onto her side next to you. The way she looked at you was kind of scary, like you were worth a lot more than you knew you were. She also looked satisfied and you hadn’t seen that look since you’d shown up. And what a fucking crime that was. Yes, Steve was a dick, but fuck, that man could seriously fuck. Why was he denying her that?

You shoved her onto her back and sat on her face because you didn’t want to be thinking about him. She kept you there until you were shaking and so fuzzy you couldn’t even sit up on your own. A tad haphazardly, you insisted on getting your mouth on her. After some convincing on your part and a few pitying laughs from her as you nearly fell over the edge of the mattress because you were still dizzy, your tongue was sliding against her skin and her hands were locked in your hair.

She needed to get home, back to her boyfriend before he started to worry. You stuck around for a bit, reluctant to return to your apartment. Maybe this was it, maybe this was all you needed. Maybe it was just time to fucking go home.

You truly worried about all of the Bucky lectures you were going to get, all of those Natasha looks, those small ‘tsk�� sounds when Thor was not only upset but disappointed in you, the judgmental eyebrows Tony would be sending your way, and those puppy dog eyes from Peter. Goodness, you were sure Peter missed you. Bruce would never trust you again, no surprise there, you had lied to him. You hadn’t thought about the consequences of your actions when you first did this. You hated, at the time, that you didn’t care if you hurt anyone.

Game over. You weren’t going home not without having scored some points, but to win, you would just end up losing more. More, you now understood that you had taken all of it for granted. Yes, your friends were constant reminders of Steve and they had been acting like you were some mission they needed to complete, but at least they loved you. That was more than a lot of people had and you would let them know about all these epiphanies if they didn’t kill you as soon as you returned.

When you made it back to your apartment, it was only to get the necklace Wanda had given you a few years back for your birthday. It was this huge stone you never remembered the name of, something you rarely took off regardless of that.

The last thing you expected was to find Steve. He looked furious and maybe, just maybe, you were going to get the satisfaction of seeing that you hurt him before you left. “What the hell are you doing here?”

He was at the table again, jaw set, glaring at the wall straight ahead of him. You were trying to think if you’d ever seen him this angry, if you’d ever even heard stories of it. Probably not. He liked to act like you were so damn delicate. Though, maybe he had been onto something.

“Hey,” you snapped after receiving no response, “Why the fuck are you in my hotel room?”

Finally, he turned to you and for the first time ever, you were scared of him.

You kept your distance, you even began moving toward your bedside table where you had your gun stashed.

“I hope you’re not looking for this.” He reached down for a moment then tossed it onto the table noisily.

Shit. “Steve…”

“You fucked her.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He stood quickly, storming over to you. For a moment, you had been stunned, and it was enough for him to get several upper hands. It wasn’t as if he needed them to begin with, but with your delayed scattering back, he was able to grab you and pin you to the wall. You were completely defenseless in stupid, impractical heels and an ugly, impractical dress.

“Tell me you didn’t fuck her.”

You said nothing.

He scoffed harshly. “I fucking smelled you all over her…and now I smell her on you. You left those scratches on her back because you wanted me to know.”

“Honestly, I thought I would be gone by the time you found out or by the time you decided to confront me. In fact, if you leave now, I’ll be gone and you’ll never have to see me again.”

He narrowed his eyes.

“What? Isn’t that what you wanted?”

He didn’t say anything, instead, he grabbed the neckline of your dress and tore it open. He paid no mind to your startled shoving at his chest. His eyes moved over your skin quickly, you could tell he was getting angrier with every bruise he found.

You were going to play this off, bat away at his feelings just long enough for you to escape. “Steve, I—”

He grabbed your jaw and you immediately shut up. “Go take a shower.”

Your eyebrows pulled together.

“Now.”

“No, you fucking—”

“You can do it on your own or I can do it for you. But to be clear, I will not ask again, and I’m gonna count to ten before I really lose my patience. One, two, three—”

“Steve,” you tried softly. He was still holding you there, so tight that the idea of moving was laughable.

“Four, five—”

“Steve,” you were a tad more frantic, pushing at his forearm.

“Six, seven.” He finally pulled away from you and you bolted to the bathroom without a second thought. He told you to leave the door open and you listened because you no longer had the desire to push him.

You came out in a towel several minutes later. Most of your shower was spent just trying to calm down, the rest was using any product you had to try to get rid of her scent. You didn’t want to risk further angering him with any lingering mentions of Peggy.

He was just feet away from the door when you stepped out and once again, he showed no hesitation in ripping away what covered your body. He looked you over again, briefer this time, obviously displeased with what he saw. He’d hoped most of it was just the lipstick Peggy always wore.

“Are you wet?”

“What?��

“Your pussy. Are you wet?” He was condescendingly slow with every single word and your hand suddenly itched with the need to smack him.

“No.”

“Well, you’re a liar, so I don’t believe you,” he countered. “Check.”

“What?”

“Check,” he repeated. “Now. And if I have to keep repeating myself, you’re not going to like the way this night plays out.”

You averted your gaze as you brought your hand to your center. Your breath caught audibly as you ran your fingers through. Yes, he was an ass, but your body would never stop craving his touch.

“Show me.”

Begrudgingly, you brought your hand back to him.

“Wow, how did I know you were lying? Touch yourself. Keep touching yourself until you come.”

You snorted. “Eww, no—”

He slammed his hand against the wall behind you and you fell silent again. “The same rules apply. Do it or I will do it for you.”

He had never spoken to you like this. Sure, there were the bad missions. There were the times when he just needed to fuck you to forget all the shit he had to deal with. But there was never a moment where you wondered if he would lose control, if he would hurt you unintentionally. Right now, maybe it wasn’t so much that you thought he would. You had known him long enough, loved him long enough, that you knew exactly what kind of man he was. Maybe, right now, it was that you wanted him to hurt you.

Nothing could be worse than when he left you. Nothing he did was going to hurt more than when you went back home and you were, once more, without him. Meaning that you wanted to take everything that you possibly could from this moment. All the pain, all the bruises, all those emotional scars that would add to the ones from before that you had idiotically convinced yourself you could ever get rid of.

He knew you were considering your next move and arched an eyebrow at your continuing silence.

You shook your head. “No.”

One of his hands shot up to wrap around your neck, the other hand went to your cunt where he slid two fingers into you with embarrassing ease.

You brought your hands up to his forearm and dug your nails into his skin. The harder you scratched him, the harder he would choke you—it was something established early on in your relationship. And if he was choking you, you couldn’t moan or whine like he wanted you to.

For a moment, you both stayed still. For an entire second, it wasn’t that he had left you, that you had to track him down, that you fucked his girlfriend and he was fucking furious about it. For a second, it was just you and him, like it was all the times before.

The problem was pride. It wasn’t like before and neither one of you wanted to let the other pretend. He hurt you. You hurt him. Before no longer mattered. So, you shut your eyes and turned your face away from him.

He thrust his fingers just slightly harder than you would have liked, slightly harder than he would have liked. It would sting in the morning, but you wouldn’t hate it. Crescent-shaped cuts would be found everywhere on his skin and he would mourn that they were healing too fast. Both of you knew that this was it. The end.

You were wet, that obscene sound drowning out your choked noises. He absolutely loved this, loved you. He had thought being with Peggy again would make him feel like he was finally home. It took him so long to figure out that he was wrong, to realize that you were one of the few people that actually felt like home. You and Bucky, Nat, Sam, Tony, Wanda, Thor. Not Peggy.

And he could no longer pretend when he felt you tighten around his fingers. He was fucked up and he ruined things a lot of the time. It was just in his DNA, even the fucking serum couldn’t fix that. But prior to leaving, he’d never ruined anything with you. He hadn’t realized how much he missed fucking you because he always did that right.

“Open your eyes,” he ordered.

Instead, you pushed harder at his arm and turned further away from him. Your hips started to buck against his hand, and he knew you wanted this, but he knew you were not going to give in without some fight.

“Open your fucking eyes, Y/N.”

You were not going to. After all the hell he’d put you through? Fuck that, fuck him. You were never going to give him anything he wanted ever again.

He yanked his hand away from your pussy and grabbed your jaw to turn your face to him. He knew that wouldn’t work alone and in a move of desperation, kissed you. A move to get you to let your guard down—a weak move that would not work. As his knee came up to your cunt and you began grinding against it, he started biting your lip.

You buried one hand in his hair and started pulling harder than you should have. He released your jaw to do the same to you. This was much different than how he usually touched you. He’d always been rough, but this hurt, actually hurt.

You rode his thigh with no assistance from him. He let your face go and dropped your hair in search of another tactic. You were no longer kissing, you instead rested your head on his shoulder, eyes still squeezed shut. Even when he grabbed your ass painfully, and when he smacked you after all you did was scream. Even when he grabbed your breasts and pulled on your nipples.

You kept your eyes shut the entire time and he was growing furious. He wasn’t going to let you feel anything even resembling pleasure if you weren’t going to give into him. He pulled away and grabbed your hips.

You opened your eyes then, concerned about what he was doing to you next. He grabbed your shoulder and shoved you onto the bed before you could say a word. You were on your stomach, facing away from him, busy lamenting the loss of your finish. You heard him undressing as you attempted to regain your breath and composure.

He was on top of you before that happened, yanking your legs open before he crawled up, hands stopping on either side of your head. He wasn’t going to tease, he was going to fuck you like the brat you were—hard, mean, unforgiving. He lowered his hips until his cock was lined up with your entrance and then thrust in.

Your scream must have scared the hell out of the neighbors. You wouldn’t be surprised if the cops were being called right then. It wasn’t a pleasurable scream, you certainly liked that he was inside you, but that was just your body. Your heart ached in a way that it never had. You’d thought you were never going to feel him again, but it wasn’t some beautiful feeling of reconnection. You were at square one, you would have to crave his body all over again once this was over. You would go through those same agonizing withdrawals that had truly destroyed you those first few months.

Steve grabbed your hair again and shoved your face into the mattress. He didn’t care about taking it slow, making sure that you, his precious, sweet girlfriend, were okay. He felt just as torn up as you and he couldn’t afford emotional consideration when he was so fucked up. He only knew what he wanted, for you to look at him like you used to. He would do whatever he had to do to get it. Part of him didn’t care how low he would have to go. He wasn’t Captain America here, he didn’t have to live up to the same standards.

You blindly reached back to try to catch his arm, but your attempts never even touched him. He didn’t seem to care about what you were attempting, he just fucked you. He held you down as his hips slammed against your ass and he moaned loudly, shamelessly, selfishly. You finally caught a hold of his arm and used the heel of your palm to push, but since you were out of breath and had been for quite some time, you doubted that there was any real force behind it.

“Can’t breathe, baby?” he wondered, hips still snapping, the head of his cock reaching that delicious spot inside you.

You dug your nails into his skin even though it was an uncomfortable stretch and your muscles were screaming. You were screaming, too, despite everything, despite the lack of strategy in that, but this felt too good not to. You hadn’t been fucked like this in so long, this was what you knew you would never get from someone else. This deep, soul-level connection was a one-time deal. No one else was ever going to be able to give you this.

“If I let you up, you better fucking look at me. I’m not kidding, Y/N. I’ll fucking hold you down again until I fucking come.”

Once his hand lifted from your head, you turned up and gasped for air. It was a short-lived relief as soon as his hand pressed into your neck and angled your head back. It wasn’t that you were scared, and you should have been because you wholeheartedly believed his threat, it was that you were happy to have an excuse to give in. He was stronger than you, right? No one could blame you for giving in, hell, you were just trying to save yourself. Right?

Your eyes met his and his hips stuttered. A ragged breath fell from his lips, you felt it on your hair. That hard look in his eyes softened, he looked a lot like that man that had promised you he would come back to you.

“I love you,” he breathed.

Your eyes instantly filled with tears and you clamped your mouth shut. Both hands were buried in the bedsheets because you needed something to hold, something to tear at, something to destroy to cope with the burning anger that was consuming you.

“I’m sorry, I love you.” His body moved erratically against yours, desperate for all the things he’d longed for since he’d left you. The two of you were sick together, desperate, twisted people that proved it in bed. Peggy wasn’t like that and he was drowning trying to act like he was normal, like he was that same man that she had been with what felt like centuries ago.

He collapsed, chin pressing into the bend of your neck, and you felt his cum spilling into you. His arms wrapped around you, holding you tight as he rode out his finish. He didn’t stop, however, now he wanted to get you off. He wanted to feel those same pathetic, proud things he experienced whenever he played your body like an instrument.

You didn’t resist, what would be the point? You fucking deserved an orgasm, at the very least. You were ashamed to admit that you wanted it, needed it. You hadn’t honestly felt alive since he left you, but this reminded you what that was like.

He groaned when he felt you tightening around him, his hand wedging between you and the mattress to get to your clit. When he did, it was over and you crashed like a wave against the shore, and you saw stars, and you felt all those things you felt when you were happily in love with a man you thought loved you back.

So, in conclusion, you felt lies.

If he thought he could fuck reality out of your mind, he was sadly mistaken. You were coming down when your hand started sliding across the mattress. Your gun was not the only precaution you took—you’d known Natasha for years and she would strangle you if that was your only form of protection.

He was kissing down your spine when you located your knife, and he had just started to speak when you turned back and just stabbed. You had a general awareness of where he was, you knew you weren’t going to kill him, and you didn’t want to. You just needed to get away, before he started talking, apologizing, making more promises.

You didn’t wait to see where you stabbed, you simply clawed away from him until you could jump from the bed. He cried out and you heard him grabbing for you, but you couldn’t stop for anything. On your bedstand was the necklace you had shown up for, you grabbed it, along with your long coat and then you were on your way out the door.

Running around completely naked in the 40s, clutching a trench coat you knew you weren’t going to leave without, shoeless, dripping sweat and cum—you’d never thought your beautiful life with Steve Rogers would take you here.

A Bucky Barnes lecture was the last thing you wanted, but it was the only thing you would be receiving for probably several months. Well, when he was done with his silent treatment. He was furious when you returned, he didn’t say a word to you. Everyone else had completely fawned over you. They hugged you, pet your hair, told you how proud they were that you came home.

Bucky just stared at you and when they all parted so he could speak to you, he simply stormed out of Bruce’s lab. But yes, Bruce was a tad betrayed, your expectation on that had been correct. You apologized profusely and brought him coffee every day, several times a day until he stopped looking at you like a kicked baby animal.

Tony was disappointed, but not to Bucky’s extent. He simply could not fathom the hold Steve had on you still, told you as much. You admitted that you were wrong, and well, with Tony, that was really all he needed. He wanted to be right and he wanted you to tell him that you learned your lesson. To the untrained eye, he would look like a narcissist. But you knew him better, you knew he was just scared of losing you. Again. He merely wanted to know that you were sticking around and that was what you conveyed when you told him you had made a mistake going in the first place. He dropped it, like it never happened.

Natasha didn’t let you out of her sight for almost two complete weeks. She watched you and you felt her watching you, but she wasn’t going to pry. She was angry, but she was still handling you with gloves on. She wasn’t going to push you emotionally no matter how badly she wanted to. She also wasn’t going to ask questions, scared that prying would move you further away. You told her you saw Steve and that you got what you needed, she nodded, and that was the end of it. She still watched you, but she was slyer about it. She made sure you were in your room when she woke up and went to bed, but she took up Tony’s pretending routine as well.

Wanda didn’t need to ask anything; she knew because she read your thoughts. She knew because she had been outraged that you left without a goodbye, so she felt entitled to those thoughts. Not because she needed to know what happened but because she needed to know if you were going to try anything else again. She stopped being mad at you one day when you were making Bruce coffee. You hadn’t heard her, you were there in the kitchen, stuck in your own thoughts. She hugged you tight, didn’t say a word, but just like that, it was over.

Almost everyone had gotten over it in record time. You knew you were an asshole and you apologized, and you meant it, but even if you hadn’t, it wasn’t like they were ever going to hold it against you. Sometimes, knowing that, it made you feel worse because these people loved you and just like Steve had done to you, you hurt them. In the exact same way. You left.

Sam was in a much more difficult position. He felt a duty to you as one of Steve’s closest friends, but he also felt for Bucky. You’d really hurt Bucky and Sam could forgive you for being reckless, psychotic almost, even selfish. But the look on Bucky’s face when they discovered that you were gone was a hard thing to shake.

He stopped ignoring you after a couple of days, but the conversations were short, shallow. He didn’t ask about your time there and he didn’t ask about your feelings after. It was all small talk and polite conversation, it seemed like you barely knew each other at all. But sometimes, you would catch him watching you, like he was looking for signs of something that he couldn’t ask you. He wanted to know if you were still torn up by this Steve thing.

You were. You cried a lot, as if it happened all over again. Technically, in a way, it did. But you didn’t show them that, it was no longer their burden to bear. You had caused them pain when they tried to take yours away. You waited until you were alone or out of the tower, you cried quietly and quickly. You did not allow yourself those days where you would just hole up in your room. You were always awake early, asleep late, and you took care of yourself because you owed them all at least that.

You knew when Bucky was less angry, but you weren’t going to approach him. You were totally fine just waiting for him to let you know when he wanted to speak to you, which was one random morning after you’d finished sparring with Nat.

He was waiting outside the gym, muttered that he wanted to speak to you, and even Natasha had the good sense to get lost. It wasn’t going to be pretty, that much was clear. It was in his tone, his eyes, his tense posture.

He took you back to your room and ordered you to sit on the foot of your bed. He paced for a long time and you didn’t say a word or make a sound. When he finally looked at you, you seriously worried he might kill you. He was angry all over again, had worked himself up with his thoughts but you weren’t sure why entirely.

“Did you see him?”

You nodded.

“You talked to him.”

“About…everything? Um, no, not really.” There hadn’t been that conversation. Any attempts on Steve’s part were expertly diverted by you, with all your ill intentions and knowledge of how to get under Steve’s skin.

He nodded curtly. “So, this was for nothing then? You put me through all of this shit for nothing?”

“Bucky, I’m really so—”

He was storming out of the room before you finished your sentence.

You didn’t see him for two days, and when you did, it was clear again, you would be getting more silence. You told yourself you couldn’t be that hurt. You’d hurt him first, that meant he had the right to express his feelings even if that resulted in him not speaking to you.

Several days later, Bucky dropped his Winter Solider persona and became a worried, bitter mother hen. You were sick, it wasn’t something that you thought was a big deal. He’d come to speak to you again and with his enhanced hearing, heard you puking in the bathroom.

When you were done, he forced you back into bed and got Bruce. Bruce did the usual, it wasn’t as if anyone was worried, he was just too scared not to indulge Bucky. Speaking of, he was off in the corner of the room, claiming that you’d probably gotten some kind of time-traveling bug. He was being dramatic, and you became aware of what exactly had drawn him and Steve together all those years ago. Extra bitches.

“I’m sure she’s fine,” Bruce assured. “Her temperature is fine.”

“Take her blood, test it for time-traveling bugs.”

You rolled your eyes, and because Bruce had heard of the Winter Soldier, he did as was directed. Even though you were pretty sure that Bucky wasn’t serious. Not completely. Once Bruce had the excuse of focusing on your blood, that left you and Bucky alone.

“Why did you even go?”

This was not going to go over well. “Um…I had a plan…”

“A plan,” he repeated. “To do what?”

“I was sort of…kind of, just a little bit, going to kill Peggy.”

His mouth dropped.

You rolled your eyes. “I know that was stupid—”

“You’re insane!”

You glared. “Bucky.”

“You didn’t do it, right?!”

“No,” you huffed. “I should have, would have been putting her out of her misery. He’s such a fucking tool.”

He dragged his hand down his face, holding his jaw as he leaned over in his chair and pressed his elbows to the tops of his thighs. He was silent for a very long time before saying, “Yeah…he is. Did he hurt you?”

The bruises had been painfully obvious, there was no way to hide them, and you knew they could all guess what they came from. You felt your skin getting hot as you shook your head. “No. He wouldn’t do that, Bucky.”

He scoffed. “I thought that…but he did leave you and I never thought he could do that.”

“He’s…not different,” you claimed. “Just…”

“A fucking tool.” He nodded. “I know.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

“No, I’m really sorry, Bucky. I’m not just sorry for leaving and upsetting you. I’m sorry for everything, I’m sorry that you wasted months trying to make me feel better and then I just left. I’m sorry that I took you guys for granted, I’m sorry that I didn’t know how fortunate I was to have people who love me as much as you guys do. I know I betrayed your trust so it’s not going to mean much, but I will never do anything like that again.”

His eyes flit up from the floor to your face. “I do love you. So fucking much. You’re my only connection to him. And you left and I didn’t have that, I didn’t have you and I didn’t have him, and I was just…lost.”

You felt those familiar pricks in the back of your eyes, but you told yourself not to cry, you didn’t have the right. But just as soon as his eyes filled with tears, you couldn’t hold back your own anymore. He practically flung himself off the chair to rush to you, arms wrapping tightly around your shoulders.

You weren’t sure how long you both stayed there, just clinging to each other. This felt like the end of all the tension, though. This felt like a fresh start and you and Bucky were just going to have to move on without Steve. You pondered that for a while. You would have to try to find him a girlfriend or a boyfriend so he wouldn’t try to find you someone. It was going to be a little give and take, probably a major power-struggle every now and then, but it was going to be good.

The only reason you two pulled away was because both a frantic Bruce and Natasha ran into the room. They’d made all the noise two people could possibly make as they did so, crashing into each other because the doorway wasn’t big enough for the both of them.

They were wide-eyed, out of breath, both looking like they had just seen a ghost. But a much different ghost since they both regarded one another with a look of confusion.

“What is it?” Bucky demanded. “Wait, she doesn’t really have a time-traveling bug, does she?”

“Oh!” Bruce scoffed awkwardly, “I’d say so!”

You narrowed your eyes. “What the hell does that mean?”

“That can wait!” Natasha declared.

“No, it certainly cannot!” Bruce insisted.

These were two people who were normally soft-spoken, not because they were meek or soft in any general sense—hello, Black Widow and the Hulk—but in that they didn’t like drawing so much attention to themselves.

As they both started hissing arguments back at each other, Bucky sighed.

You glanced at him and he shrugged at you in response. Things were all better one second, but the very next, the world was ending.

Both Bruce and Natasha turned back to you with resolute looks on their faces. Natasha only spoke loudly this time because she was hoping to yell over Bruce, “Steve is back!” And Bruce yelled in a completely indelicate manner because he was shocked, horrified, extremely concerned, “You’re pregnant!”

Oh, shit.

Natasha and Bruce took a second to process what the other said and then gasped, turning to one another to share a look. They faced you again and decided to repeat the news only, Bruce screamed about Steve being back and Natasha more so framed it as a shrieking question you’re pregnant?!

You glanced at Bucky.

His jaw was set, his eyes narrowed just slightly. He merely nodded once then stood, throwing his hands up in the air. “Well, I’m gonna fucking kill him.”

Yep, the world was most certainly ending.

#steve rogers x reader #why write what you requested when i can just be a moody water sign and write angst?#i don't even remember when i wrote this and i barely edited it honestly bc i'm just kinda over it #i wouldn't have even posted it bc it's been THAT long but i spent time on this so #my writing

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themidnightcrimson · 2 years ago

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Missing emo Wanda hours

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laylamva · 1 year ago

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BOY DO I HAVE NEWS FOR YOU!

Okay, so I actually drew the above image for an AU/Continuity Reboot of Fairly Oddparents that I’ve had for years and never had the courage to talk about because that’s not really a “show to have a fandom thing for”…BUT THIS IS TUMBLR AND LIFE IS FREE SO HERE WE GO—

Cosmo and Wanda are newlyweds. They each keep their last names because fairies don’t take each other’s last names when they get married. This is because fairies, as a culture, have a strong belief in autonomy.

They were slotted in for godkids before they got married, meaning they got assigned to separate kids. Luckily, Wanda’s goddaughter was moving into a new town, right next door to Cosmo’s godson…

Timmy’s the same: Negligent parents who hire an equally negligent babysitter, so he develops a rebellious spirit and a lack of responsibility. Cosmo acts as a better father—Giving him company and a good time, but also allowing him to mess up and learn from mistakes.

Sparky is a regular dog that Timmy owned before meeting Cosmo. His first wish was for Sparky to talk.

Chloe is a Little Miss Perfect in the making: her family’s expectations for her are too high, and she puts herself under a lot of pressure to help others because of it. Wanda teaches her to have a little more self-respect and say no.

Fairy birth isn’t banned, so Poof gets to have a normal childhood! He’s still a midway introduction, though. Also, fairies are born from flowers. None of that MPreg shit.

Vicky isn’t actually evil; She’s just a bitchy teen who’s only in it for the money. You know, like the first season?

Crocker dislikes Timmy and Chloe equally, and he has no connection to Sparky. He outright knows about Cosmo and Wanda, and we take his tragic backstory seriously. He really did dye his hair black and doesn’t need glasses. (I actually liked the live-action movies)

Crocker only owned Cosmo, and the incident where he lost him was what caused Wanda to steal Cosmo’s finals paper. (Best episode of the Sparky era!) After she gives it back, she wears her hair a little more down.

Chloe has her own friend group, made of Missy and Tootie. Missy is an emo girl, and Tootie is no longer portrayed as an antagonist. Trixie and Veronica, while initially the “mean girls”, become Chloe’s friends too. (Kinda like a Sanjay and Elmer relationship)

Tootie has a crush on Timmy, and Timmy initially has a crush on Trixie, but moves on. Veronica is a lesbian. But they’re all ten so they’re not smooching anyone

Golden Locks is there from the beginning. In comic book episodes, Chloe’s her sidekick.

Unwish Island is for everyone, and Poof and Foop don’t count as wishes.

Anything from Season 10-11 besides the existence of Chloe is not canon.

Oberon and Titania are canon. (Shadow Showdown is the best FOP thing.)

Jimmy-Timmy Power Hour and Nicktoons Unite are canon. (Because I love NU and Cindy and Timmy were the healthiest love interests for each other.)

@sackfoo I don’t know the exact pinging etiquette on Tumblr, so I’m sorry if this is rude, but I thought you’d wanna see this and you’re the reason I’m sharing it in the first place, so thank you. ^^’

Chloe could have worked. If she had been there the whole time, maybe.

#the fairly oddparents #fop #timmy turner #chloe carmichael #cosmo cosma #wanda fairywinkle #poof fop #sparky fop #still not sure what the name is #I’m thinking Two Halves?#like two halves of a whole idiot?

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bookworm242 · 6 years ago

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After much consideration...

I have come to a conclusion. The Marvel Fandom wish to return to 2012 BUT they want to bring all the new characters minus their emotional baggage... Sort of... (they want the character development and fluff).

I have a solution for this.

I propose we create an entire new reality for the Avengers consisting of the following:

Tony and Clint live on coffee (Clint replaced milk with coffee in his cereal one time and got banned from the fancy coffee machine for two months)

Natasha and Clint have their own language consisting of Russian, signing, gibberish and facial features

Clint lives in the vents

Thor lives on pop tarts

Loki is baby sat by everyone and treated as the overdramatic emo teenager ("where is that screaming coming from?" "Loki, someone ate the left over pizza.")

The Science Kids and Science Bros become the Mythbusters. There are many explosions.

Movie nights, chores lists and family meals are expected

There's no unnecessary romance

Everyone tries to become Morgan's favourite (Peter's number one, then Natasha. I refuse to believe otherwise.)

Prank wars are a common occurrence

Casual joking games turn into full out competitions

Avengers start an ultimate frizebee and dodge ball team as a joke. They end up getting banned from the park (which Tony then buys just because)

Family meals are chaos

Everyone teasing Peter about girls at school. Natasha shuts it down when she sense uncomfort.

Pietro is Thors speedy delivery boy

Wanda and Pietro sibling bonding

Visits from the Gaurdians (Quit hating on Quill. How would you react if the love of your life died just so their parent could add something to their ugly bracelet?)

Rocket follows Bucky around for his arm and Sam records it all

Shuri and Groot take digs at Peter

Gamora and Natasha compare weapons

Nebula hangs with Rhodey

Mantis and Thor get along weirdly well. It's probably the love of pop tarts

Val is sort of like "must protect adorable bug with my life"

Clint brings home a unicorn that Thor befriends after it insults Loki’s hair and fake horns

Training sessions gone wrong. Took them three hours to get Steve unstuck from the wall because everyone was laughing too hard

They all live in Avengers Tower that somehow manages to fit everyone.

Occasional visits from the X-men. Pietro and Peter fight over Wanda.

Fury bans a drinking contest between Logan and Thor. Something about not wanting the god of thunder and an irritable lighting rod drunk

Carol visits with Goose

Shuri and Peter feed Goose the most random assortment of objects. Thor joins occasionally.

The Fighting Grandpa Squad trying to figure out their way through the 21st century

Morning runs between Steve, Sam and Buck: "On your left." "On your right."

Sam retaliates by flying past them yelling "ON YOUR ABOVE!!!" He's got a sign flying behind him made by Tony.

Baking sessions are a nightmare

Team outings that usually result in them being banned from everywhere

Family holiday

Trying to find something Peter can't stick on.

Lady's only brunches where the woman relax and swap stories about the idiotic men in their lives. Shuri shows them the video of T'Challa kicking the suit

Scott sitting on people's shoulder to get places. Usually pretends to be their conscience. Peter freaked out.

Thor adopted a black cat with green eyes and a grey paw and called it Loki junior.

Natasha too has a black cat. His names T'Chacha. T'Challa loves him. Claims he is T'Chacha's uncle.

Peter has a golden retriever named Thor. Thor loves him.

Special days are... Interesting.

Valentines day is full of bad pick up lines that progressively get worse throughout the day

Christmas is as normal as it can get in Avengers Tower until people start opening gifts. Then it's just ridiculous. People get weirder and weirder gifts every year.

JARVIS is the AI

Defenders show up occasionally

Clint tries signing to Matt.

Ned and MJ are unofficially adopted by the Avengers

May visits occasionally

Peter gave Happy the nephew equivalent of the dad talk. Happy was just trying not to laugh throughout

Strange and Wong visit every Tuesday.

Villains send post cards

The Fantastic 4 visited one time and Jonny and Steve decided to mess with everyone. Bucky and Sam did not appreciate that.

Clint stole a penguin. No one knows where from.

Everyone goes to Bruce for everything. He ends up crying into Thors shoulder because "I'M NOT THAT TYPE OF DOCTOR!!!"

Black Fridays are a nightmare

Nerf wars are dangerous.

The assassin squad win every year

Hide-and-seek is ridiculous. Steve used a metal detector one time and Bucky retaliated by removing his arm

Bucky’s got his goats

He named one Steve because it's a reckless idiot and keeps running into walls

Assassin Squad make dead body jokes and Peter's still not sure if they're joking or not

Pietro calls Clint old man

Clint adopts everyone and everything. "Clint! Stop recruiting people!" "But this one's got potent..." "THAT'S A PIGEON!"

No one knows where Clint is getting all the animals from

Pietro gives everyone nicknames

Steve and Natasha trade Mom Friend duties

Tony wants to recruit Cassie

Scott is offended that Tony acknowledges Cassie but not him

Training sessions are now explosive. Thor and Steve almost took out Loki one time.

Everyone is ALIVE

That is all for now. Feel free to add more. If you miss everyone feel obliged to add more. I miss my children.

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astarryon · 7 years ago

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Hard Feelings Part 6

Pairings: Bucky x reader

Warnings: Light angst from bucket at the beginning, mentions of alcohol consumption at the end

A/N: Here’s update 6! I’m so amazed with the love and support you guys have been sending my way, and I’m so incredibly thankful for all of the kind words! This chapter’s a bit different because it’s mainly from Bucky’s perspective, but I felt it was important to get inside his head and see what was going on in there. I should also mention the majority of this was written while listening to Total Eclipse of the Heart, which is probably why Bucky’s so emo. Hope you all enjoy!

Part 5

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Bucky Barnes was a fan of routine. He liked the structure it brought, the concrete knowledge of where he was going and who he would be seeing and what he would be doing. He liked that he had a routine or, more accurately, that he got to pick its details. By no means would he consider himself a control freak, but seven decades spent having basic human rights and needs stripped away could really do a fucking number on somebody, and he was living proof of the fact.

It was why he hated when Fury or Steve or anyone else tried to saddle him with therapists and psychologists. All of them always wanted to talk about everything that had happened, which Bucky hated and thought made them pretty stupid. Nobody wanted to talk repeatedly about a trauma they had already been through; it just made all of the feelings from the event bubble up to the surface, forcing him to relive everything. He got enough of that shit in his dreams, so he definitely didn’t need it in his waking moments. Acting up and displaying poor behavior towards the individuals seemed to do the trick in getting them all to resign, though, so each time Fury sent the alert that another therapist would be on their way, Bucky made sure not to bother with holding anything back. He got many disapproving looks from Steve over it, but it was nothing that couldn’t be shrugged off. Bucky didn’t think help should be forced on him if he didn’t want it, and he had thought Fury was beginning to get the message when the vacancy hadn’t been filled for a solid two months.

And then you’d been assigned to him, restarting the cycle all over again. Bucky had almost wanted to laugh when Steve had presented you to him, as you so clearly weren’t a professional, with your nervous tendencies and your twitchy mannerisms. Scaring you off should have been easy, but it had never worked out in his favor thanks largely in part to your stubborn resolve. The icier he was to you, the more compassionate you seemed to become. The harsher he snapped at you, the greater your patience and understanding. That had been more annoying than anything else, because Bucky hadn’t been faced with such an iron resolve to help someone in another person since Steve in the thirties. He hadn’t liked you at all but had respected your will to stick around, and once he’d found out that you’d been curing his dreams of darkness and agony while he slept, all the while taking the scathing commentary he aimed your way every day? Not only was Bucky displaying open admiration for you at that point, but he had decided that you could perhaps be something along the lines of his friend. You were just as miserable about your being in the tower as he was, after all.

Phrased in a much simpler manner, you had become a quintessential part of Bucky’s routine. In the mornings he woke up and dressed, and you were often already waiting by the elevator for him so that the two of you could go down to the training room. Later on in the days you would hold your unorthodox therapy sessions, which mainly consisted of you holding Bucky’s hand and unlocking all of his emotional turmoil. He liked this method best, because he didn’t have to tell you a damn thing for you to completely understand what he was going through. It was all the best parts of therapy, with the addition of you being able to tell him how to remedy the problem because you knew exactly what was causing him to feel the way he did, though the nightmares remained as a residual effect. Bucky had grown used to you, to expect you; he’d adapted you into his routine, and even looked forward to seeing you because it had become so normal over the past month and a half.

In addition to loving routine, Bucky hated change, as so many people tended to, and would do anything to avoid it. That had all gone completely out the window when he had self sabotaged himself in the name of a merry holiday, or cheer, or whatever. It had been for a good cause, and he was happy he’d helped you get to your family — in perfect honesty, Bucky would do anything to undermine Nick Fury — but it left him with the nasty taste of cotton in his mouth.

The first night without the knowledge of your presence had been his best; a bit fitful, but nothing to complain about, as it was all only going downhill from there.

“You’re sure you’re going to be okay without me?” you had turned to him to ask, looking up at him in genuine concern.

Bucky rounded to the back of the black SUV, opening the trunk and heaving your suitcase in. “Codependency isn’t my style, kid. I’m gonna be just fine.” He was pointedly ignoring the doe eyed look you were throwing his way as he shoved the trunk closed and walked back to stand beside you. “And just because you’re going on vacation doesn’t mean you get to slack. I expect you to be running two miles every morning and practicing your fights and stances. Believe me, I’ll know if you slack off when you come back.”

“Interesting way of saying you’ll miss me,” you teased, sending a sarcastic smile his way. That was something he appreciated; you weren’t nearly so skittish around him anymore. Had that persisted, he wasn’t sure he could stand to be constantly tip toeing around you. “But, really, Bucky. If you need anything at all, you can call me. Know I can’t do much from three hours away, but it’s still nice to have a friend.”

The horn of the car gave an impatient beep, signaling the driver was ready to take off. Shaking his head, Bucky shrugged a shoulder and placed a quick, hesitant pat on yours. “Have a good trip, Y/n. I’ll see you on New Year’s Eve.” You smiled and waved, and Bucky watched as you climbed into the car. Moments later it had disappeared down the street, and Bucky had returned to the top floors of the tower to continue on with his day, entering the kitchen in search of something to eat.

“Morning,” Steve greeted him immediately, adding to a massive stack of pancakes on the counter, which Wanda happened to be perched beside. Occasionally Bucky’s best friend took it upon himself to mother everyone in the tower, especially when he was bracing for a bad mood from someone, and the food made depended on who he was expecting would be aggravated. Considering Bucky was unabashedly open with the fact that his favorite breakfast food of all time was pancakes, that meant Steve was bracing for a blow up from him. “Grab a plate and eat up, man.”

“Hey, Buck man!” That had come from Sam, who was sat upon a bar stool set in front of the kitchen island, happily shoveling pancakes and eggs into his mouth. Between bites, he continued his words with, “What, no morning scowl? You’re usually out for everyone’s blood when you get up this early.”

“I’m always up this early,” Bucky pointed out, crinkling a brow in confusion as he meandered over to Wanda and Steve to grab a plate and acquire his breakfast.

“Explains a lot,” Wanda joked, playfully nudging Bucky as he came to stand beside her.

Dropping his jaw in mock affront, Bucky pressed a hand to his chest, feigning hurt. “You wound me, Maximoff. Hand me the syrup, would you?” She offered him a gentle smile, then did as he asked. Huh. That was the same smile both Steve and Sam had offered him as well. Bucky wasn’t in possession of your powers, but it didn’t take a genius to notice the differences in his friends’ behaviors. He may as well get to the bottom of it. “Why’s everyone acting like I got broken up with?”

Steve and Wanda shared a startled look between them, unsure of what to say. That didn’t stop Sam from casually offering, “Because Y/n left?”

Bucky squinted his eyes as he looked at his friend, still wearing his pajamas but seemingly wide awake enough to give Bucky grief. “Okay, and?”

This time it was Steve who answered Bucky’s inquiry. “It’s just that, we just wanna make sure you’re gonna be good.” He sounded hesitant, but an encouraging nod from Wanda prompted him to solidify his tone. “You two have been hanging out pretty often and we figured you would miss her, since, you know... you’re friends?”

Oh, Bucky’s ridiculous friends. “Only barely,” he scoffed, grabbing his now full plate and moving to sit on the empty barstool besides Sam. The way all three of them were staring at him made Bucky feel like he was the focus of some kind of intervention. “All of you are her friends, too. Are you telling me you aren’t going to miss her?”

“Of course we’ll miss her,” Wanda responded, taking a bite of her breakfast. “But you’re the one who’s around her every moment of every day. Wherever you are, Y/n seems to follow.”

Damn, they were really doing this, weren’t they? It would be years before Bucky could roll his eyes enough to express just how misguided this whole thing was. “Because we’re each other’s assignments. I have to train her to be a successful agent. Have any of you ever done that with someone who barely knows how to fight? It’s like baking a cake from scratch.”

“That’s... baking a cake from scratch is really easy,” Steve whispered, eyes trained down at the floor so as to avoid the sharp glare Bucky threw his way. He chose to ignore it to continue to make his point, but Bucky had tried to make a cake from scratch before and had nearly lit the kitchen up in flames.

“Plus she’s my floormate, so obviously we would be seeing a lot of each other.”

Sam arched a playful brow. “Sounds like a whole lot of excuses to me, but whatever helps you sleep at night.”

Bucky shook his head and ate his breakfast, electing to ignore the bait being laid before him, but not before saying, “I’ll be fine, guys. And even if I did care all that much, she’ll be back by New Year’s Eve.”

They’d dropped the subject after that, and Bucky had been left to go about the rest of his day in peace. He spent time with Steve, took a visit up to Tony’s lab for an adjustment on his arm, reviewed and answered business emails and mission reports from SHIELD. Just before dinner he’d gone up to the training room to work out with Thor and get his mind off of things, and dodged an attempt at an impromptu therapy session from Bruce, who Bucky was sure you had put up to the task. He’d actually managed some decent sleep that night, surprisingly.

The second day of your absence had been slightly more disorienting. Bucky had woken up and waited by the elevator so that the two of you could go down to the training room together for a good five minutes before he realized you weren’t going to be showing up. Off putting, but easy enough to write off in order to continue on with his day. Lunch time rolled around eventually, and he kept expecting for you to come collect him for his mandated daily therapy before realizing, once again, that you weren’t currently in the tower. At that point his mood began declining, partly out of annoyance and partly out of resentment at the interruption of his daily routine. Sleep that night had been fitful and restless; Bucky hated to admit it, but he knew this was directly related to your absence.

Night three was when his nightmares had begun acting up. He’d been pretty snappy, so the other tenants of the tower had mainly left him to his known devices, though he hadn’t missed the knowing looks being shared between Wanda and Sam. The day dragged on and by the time night fell Bucky was ready to sleep and be done with it, though his mind seemed to have other plans. As soon as he lost consciousness, he was pulled into graphic memories of the torture he’d previously been subjected to. The electrocutions, the mind wipes, the physical and verbal abuse. Visions of people, dead bodies, voices screaming and begging for mercy, agonizing wailing and sobbing. Then, underlining all of this, a totally hopeless cold completely enveloping him, kissing and caressing every inch of his skin.

He’d woken up screaming at the voices and asking for the same mercy they’d begged of him, tears spilling down his cheeks when he realized he was daring to ask for sympathy from ghosts.

“Jarvis,” he called, heart still racing from the adrenaline rolling through his body. It’s fine, he told himself. Everything is fine. You aren’t that person anymore. “What time is it? Is anyone awake?”

“It’s half passed three in the morning, sir. All other agents have retired to their rooms.” Damn. He’d been hoping Tony would at least still be awake. “Would you like me to wake Captain Rogers?”

“No, don’t... don’t bother him.” Bucky needed to calm down, and preferably before his heart beat clear through his chest. Just his luck that the one time he would have even considered taking you up on your offer for a good dream you were out of town, and at his doing no less. But... well, he would never admit it out loud, but the sound of your voice was something he found calming, more than likely due to your ability, and you had gifted him an entire album of it. “Could you just hit play on the Christmas gift I received, please?”

Jarvis wordlessly complies, and the sound of soft melodies accompanying your voice began to fill the room. Bucky hated how quickly it calmed him down because that meant he was dependent, but he was ultimately grateful.

“Can you keep it playing until I fall asleep?” Bucky inquired, adjusting to a more comfortable position on his side. It felt childish, seeking out lullabies in pursuit of sweet dreams, but he was way passed the point of humility.

“Of course, sir.”

As the songs played, Bucky found himself calming down exponentially, his heart slowing as his adrenaline rush fully ebbed away. The idea of falling asleep to music had seemed ridiculous when you had proposed it; Bucky liked complete silence when he was trying to fall asleep and found noise painfully distracting. The relaxing qualities your power lent your voice, though, allowed the music you’d recorded to put his mind at ease, and it wasn’t long before he was teetering on the edge of consciousness. All of this meant he’d been wrong, something he despised. It all meant that your help wasn’t something to shy away from, no matter how he felt about you reaching into his head. He’d need to come to terms with that, which he supposed he could — he was just thankful he had a few more days to swallow that before you came back.

And god, how secretly excited he was to wake up the morning of December 31st and finally have you home.

There was... something in his chest, something he would forget he’d felt when he woke up the next morning. It had been small, fleeting, hadn’t much managed to grow into more than a passing thought. As he drifted to sleep with a small smile on his face, though, your voice crooning to him in the background, the last few lines of the song your voice had been singing infiltrated his thoughts, softening his resolve and planting a small seed, one which would grow into something he would not be willing to acknowledge until much further down the line, if ever.

Is your heart filled with pain?

Shall I come back again?

Tell me darling, are you lonesome tonight?

—

“Y/n!”

You smiled as you stepped off the elevator and onto the main floor, Clint’s excitement filling your senses long before his words reached your ears. Though you had been sad to leave your family and wished your visit could have been prolonged, you were actually fairly excited to return back to the tower and your assignment. These people were your friends, and you’d grown attached to them a great deal in the nearly two months that you’d resided there. You had hardly known a moment’s peace from your prying relatives, everyone wanting to know just how the infamous Avengers liked to spend their down time. They’d all groaned when you had nothing much exciting to report, though you weren’t at all sure what they’d been hoping to hear. Everyone in the tower was normal, more or less. Thor really liked Cinnamon Toast Crunch cereal, Tony was a caffeine addict, Clint had an unfortunate habit of leaving his shoes in the middle of the floor. Those weren’t the sort of things your siblings had been hoping you would report by any means.

Clint wrapped you in a tight bear hug, Natasha following suit as soon as he had let go. They were both clad in pajamas despite the fact that it was nearing noon; the tower staff would be setting up for Tony’s New Year’s Eve party, and you knew Tony would be throwing a fit if he saw they weren’t preparing for the evening.

“How are you?” Natasha questioned, looking you up and down and nodding to herself once she found everything satisfactory. It was probably force of habit and something she did for the others each time they returned from missions, but it was a bit odd where you were concerned. Had she been under the impression you would come back injured?

“I’m great,” you answered, offering her a smile and inconspicuously extending your aura towards her, just so she could recognize that you were completely fine, even if at a subconscious level. “Really, really good. How have you guys been? Is everything—”

“Oh, thank Christ you’re back,” you heard — and felt — Tony’s expression of relief as the elevator doors opened behind you suddenly. His arms had automatically reached out on sight and you found yourself suddenly engulfed in a friendly hug. “Barnes isn’t in a great mood and I would really appreciate it if—” He cut himself off, catching a glimpse of Clint and Natasha, and pulled back from you to address them. This gave you the chance to take in his appearance, and you found that he was dressed to impress in a dark suit and shiny dress shoes, his bow tie left undone around his throat. Tony looked as charmingly disheveled as ever. “Hey, why the fuck are you two still in pajamas? You’re supposed to be getting ready!”

Clint threw a disbelieving hand out to the side, narrowly avoiding accidentally thudding it against Natasha’s chest. “The party doesn’t start for another six hours, dude, relax. We have plenty of time.”

“We’ve been over this,” Tony sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger before shaking his head and raising his eyes to the ceiling. “Just, be dressed by three, okay? Believe it or not, journalists do cover my parties and I can’t have you all running around in penguin socks when they get here.” Clint gave an affronted gasp, but Tony ignored it in favor of turning back to you. “Listen, I have to go and take care of catering coordination, but I wanted to let you know that I wasn’t sure if you had anything to wear tonight, so I had Wanda pick you up an outfit because the girl loves to shop. And while you’re upstairs, would you please talk some sense into Barnes? Would help me out a ton.” Tony began walking away, then paused, adding, “Glad you made it home safe, by the way! You’ll have to give me all the details of suburbia later.” He made quick work of disappearing after that.

Shaking you head, you chuckled in amusement. “Guess I’d better go and see what’s wrong with Bucky.”

“He’s… actually been okay for the last few days,” Natasha offered. “Well, there was one where he wasn’t so great, but other than that he wasn’t any grumpier than usual.”

“You weren’t the one sparring with him,” muttered Clint. “I have three new bruises.”

You chuckled and bid the pair farewell until the party, making your way to the elevator after hugging each of them one last time, having the sense to worry about just what sort of outfit Wanda had picked for you in your absence. Her sense of style was amazing, but it was also just a bit more edgy than you were comfortable with; god only knew what sort of outfit she’d deemed appropriate for a Stark New Year’s Eve party, especially when you knew she liked to give you a hard time about that kind of stuff. You weren’t much of a partier, really; the amount of emotions raging around them liable to throw your ability into chaos. But you couldn’t lie; you were more than a little excited to be in attendance, and you’d have something wicked cool to hold over the heads of your colleagues once you got back to SHIELD HQ.

The elevator deposited you on your and Bucky’s floor, and as soon as you stepped out you could hear voices carrying down the hall from Bucky’s open bedroom door. The conversation became clearer as you neared.

“You guys know I don’t like parties.”

“Come on, man, it’s New Year’s Eve!”

“And?”

“And you could stand to let loose and have some fun, you big bitch baby.”

“Name calling, Sam? Really?”

“Well, it’s true.”

“I’m not gonna call you a name, but I do think Sam is right. You should let loose a little, have some fun.”

The voices paused when you neared and knocked on the door frame, sticking your head through to see what was going on. Steve, Sam, and Bucky all stared back at you, the former of the three standing with their arms crossed as Bucky perched on the edge of his bed. The whole thing looked like two parents staging an intervention for their troubled son.

“Y/n!” Steve whooped, rushing over to wrap you in a hug. “I didn’t know you were getting back so early! Figured we wouldn’t see you until the party.”

“Wanted to get a jump on traffic,” you explained, a friendly smile aimed Sam’s way. The emotional shift of the room had become significantly brighter, though it hadn’t been overly dreary before. They really were happy to see you. You hadn’t doubted they would be, it just made it all that much more genuine. “Nice to see you’ve all been getting along.”

“Hey,” Bucky greeted, raising a hand and offering you a small smile. You couldn’t pinpoint what it was at the moment, but something felt… different, coming from him. Not significant enough to cause worry, but enough to prompt your curiosity. He seemed relaxed, more genuine. Happier. “You didn’t say you were on your way.”

“Wanted to surprise you all,” you answered simply, beaming at him. These three you had missed a great deal, particularly Bucky. Spending each day with him had gotten you used to seeing him and speaking to him on the daily, and you had admittedly been a bit mopey when he hadn’t bothered to even text you. Common sense, though, told you that Bucky wasn’t really the type for casual texting, something you’d known, but you couldn’t help overthinking the matter while you’d been gone; it was just something that your mind had done. “How are you?”

“Fantastic, really,” Sam interjected, a sly look on his face as he intercepted the conversation. “Y/n, you’re going to the party tonight, aren’t you?”

You furrowed a brow, but answered with, “Yeah, it’s supposed to be really fun, isn’t it? And I’ve always loved watching the ball drop. Wanda picked me an outfit and everything, so I don’t think I’m allowed to say no.” After a pause, you continued with, “Actually, I think I’m supposed to be getting ready now, but Tony said I should come make sure Bucky was all good?”

When you looked back to Bucky you caught him glaring at Sam, which only served to confuse you further. His face immediately softened when he looked to you, though, which you were sure was a testament to how far your relationship had come since you’d first been assigned to him. “I’m fine. No worries here. I was just… having an issue deciding on what outfit to wear.” Sam opened his mouth to comment, but Bucky gave him a stern one handed shove. A lie, but a small one. You chose to let it slide. “You can go ahead and get ready; don’t let us keep you. You can tell me all about your trip at the party.”

You knew better than to press for information, so you simply nodded and waved at each of the men in turn, offering them all a temporary goodbye as you turned and began to walk out the door. You were no more than a few steps out of the room before you heard a very serious, “I swear to god—” followed by a thump and a loud protest from Sam.

—

“I’m not sure I should be wearing this. Maybe I should change.”

“Come on, Y/n! You look hot!”

“I look like someone who’s gonna break her fucking ankles the moment she gets a little too tipsy.”

“I mean, you can change your shoes if you want, but they tie the whole thing together. Otherwise you’re just wearing another black dress.”

In truth, you knew Wanda was right. The dress she’d picked up for you could be considered along the lines of the classic ‘little black dress’ style. It was short and cute, the skirt hitting your mid thigh, and the v neckline of the dress was low enough to be flirty, but high enough to give you some illusion of modesty. That all went out the window once you turned around, though, your back having been left completely bare by the dress’s design. Wanda wouldn’t even listen when you’d requested to keep your hair down, stating that there was no point in even wearing the dress if you were just going to try to hide the best part of it. She’d accessorised you with small touches of gold, making up for the lack of color. A golden bow, small and glittering in the light, was arranged with the curls which had carefully been pinned atop your head. Around your throat was a simple, golden chained necklace, little white diamonds studding it here and there. In the place of the bracelet Wanda had given you for Christmas was one matching your necklace; she’d appreciated the sentiment of wanting to keep it on, but had insisted it threw the entire color scheme off. The best part of the outfit, though, had to be your heels. They were six whole inches of glistening gold beauty, and showed off the black nail polish Wanda had placed upon your toes, the height of them forcing you to stand taller and straighter.

Yeah, there would be no getting rid of those heels, even if you were bound to break your legs by the end of the night.

“Don’t worry,” Wanda reassured you as the two of you waited for the elevator to take you up to the roof, where Tony’s party was being held. You were thankful all of the guests who didn’t reside in the tower were made to use the guest elevator. It made for a lot less crowding and offered you more privacy to be mildly insecure. “You look great, and even if you didn’t, this is a New Year’s Eve party. Half the guests are going to be too wasted to remember or care.” Easy for her to say. Wanda was an absolute vision in a dress made of satin the color of red wine. She stood just as tall as you did in shoes which matched the color of her strapless dress, glossy and bright in the light of the elevator, and the black shadow dusted upon her lids with the razor sharp eyeliner made her look somewhere between a prom queen and a witch of the night. She looked just as at ease as she would if she were wearing sweatpants and an oversized sleeping shirt.

“Fair point,” you sighed. You guessed you were complaining to the wrong person. Bucky might be more sympathetic, if the conversation you’d interrupted earlier had been anything to go off of.

Though it was just half an hour since the party had begun, everything seemed to be in full swing as the doors to the elevator slid open, revealing a large mass of people milling about. Half of them were already drunk, told to you by your ability as you picked up multiple emotional readings which were distorted and exponentially louder than normal. Drunk people, though always so wildly entertaining, were extremely emotionally draining to you; you would either need to keep an extra careful handle on your power tonight, or join them in their intoxication.

Not that you’d known it at the time, but that had been the line of thinking which would lead to a lot of embarrassment and blushing later down the line.

“You guys made it!” you heard Tony’s voice call immediately, a swarm of guests directing their eyes to you at his words. “Thanks for coming!”

“We live here,” Wanda pointed out, arching a brow in amusement. “We couldn’t miss it if we wanted to.”

“You’re damn skippy,” Tony responded, raising his champagne glass in a mock toast to the two of you. “Mingle and drink up, okay? It’s five hours to midnight and no one is allowed to be boring!”

Well, you couldn’t argue with that. Linking arms with Wanda to prevent from getting separated from one another, you wandered around the rooftop, watching as the sun began to sink down the horizon, setting the skyline of New York City aglow with a wonderful orange light. The snowfall had mercifully ended the night before, but the air was still a bit chilly. It would have been worse if there weren’t so many people at this party, though, so you guessed that was one of the few positives of having a large crowd. So many people’s emotions at your fingertips was already beginning to make you anxious, though, and once you realized this after about twenty minutes of meandering, you turned to Wanda. “I’m gonna get a drink,” you told her, leaning in close so she could hear you. “I think I saw Thor at the bar. Did you want one too?”

“No thanks,” she responded. “I haven’t eaten anything yet, and this whole party is gonna go down in flames if I drink on an empty stomach. I’ll pick us up some snacks from the catering table while you get your drink from Thor, okay?”

With that you had separated from your friend, and made your first mistake of the night.

“Hello there, Y/n,” Thor greeted from the bar upon seeing you wander towards him, resting his large hand on your shoulder in a friendly gesture, his left one holding a red cup which was sure to be filled with alcohol. “Are you enjoying the party?”

You nodded your head, smiling brightly. Thor was another of the Avengers you had missed greatly; he was never not in a jovial mood. “I am, thanks. A little anxious, though; do you think you could pour me a drink? I need something to take the edge off my nerves.”

“Absolutely! If you’ll just hold this?” You nodded in thanks and took his cup from him, watching him ignore the dirty look from the actual bartender as he leaned over the bar to grab a bottle of clear liquid; tequila, the label said. You hadn’t had that shit in years on account of a bad experience at a college party, but you were game if it was going to help you settle down. “Shall we toast?”

“Sure thing,” you responded, bumping the plastic cup in Thor’s hand with the one in yours and knocking the liquid back. It burned something foul as it slid down your throat, and tasted closer to seriously burnt cinnamon and sugar than alcohol.

That had been your second and largest mistake of the evening, and it hadn’t even passed seven o’clock.

“That shit’s disgusting,” you coughed, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “What kind of tequila is that?”

Thor stared at you with a look that could only be described as abject horror, and you felt a sudden sense of worry extend from him and towards you. “That… that wasn’t your drink.”

“What?” you asked, stifling a hiccup.

“You didn’t switch cups with me,” Thor pressed, eyes wide as dinner plates. “We were supposed to switch cups and then toast. You drank my drink.”

Seemed like a silly thing to be upset over. “I’m sorry,” you told him, shrugging a shoulder. Was it just you, or was he getting a bit blurry around the edges? “Want me to pour you more? I’m sure they have plenty tequila back there.”

“I don’t think you quite understand,” Thor told you, panic in his eyes. You couldn’t feel it; your powers had been shrouded by the intoxication which was readily settling over your mind. That wasn’t right; how could you possibly be drunk after only one drink? “I wasn’t drinking tequila, I was drinking the alcohol of my people. That was… You just chugged a cup of Asgardian liquor.”

Oh.

Oh, shit.

—

Part 7

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