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Nick Fury: Please sing the national anthem of the United States

Steve: *singing* Oh, say can you see, by the dawns early light-

Natasha: *singing* What’s so proudly, we hailed-

Bruce: *singing* At the twilights last gleaming-

Y/N: *singing* AND IIIIIIIIIIII WILL ALWAYSSS LOVE YOUUUUUUU-

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Happy Birthday

Summary: It's your birthday and the only person who doesn't seem to be excited about it is you.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of death. Angst. Fluff. Language probably. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 2.5K

A/N: This story was completely self-indulgent, but I hope someone out there likes it!

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You’ve always been very reluctant to celebrate your birthday.

You haven’t had a birthday party since you were 12. The following year your mom died a couple of days before and neither you nor your family were in the mood to celebrate anything.

It wasn’t by any means unexpected, she had been sick for a few years, but it still hit you hard.

You were the youngest and were far too young when she first got sick to really understand everything going on.

You were 8 and all you really remember is watching your mom get more and more sick until eventually there was nothing more the doctors could do.

Her death hit you hard and you closed yourself off, never talking about it or even crying after the day of her funeral. To this day you’ve still never cried, in front of others or even by yourself.

You started exercising to channel all your energy, refusing to do anything more like the therapy your family suggested. 

When you were 15 you discovered SHIELD and decided you wanted to help others, so you signed up for the SHIELD Academy, working your hardest and pushing yourself to your very limit.

You ended up being not only the youngest cadet ever, but the youngest to actually graduate and then the youngest recruit at SHIELD at only 16 years old.

Natasha was very impressed when she heard about you and took a liking to you, convincing Fury to make you part of her team during her missions and teaching you everything she knows.

That’s how you ended up in the Avengers Initiative, not that you felt you didn’t deserve it since you know how hard you worked and everything you gave up to work towards this achievement. 

The team themselves were initially skeptical since you were barely 18 during the battle of New York, but they were quickly proven wrong when they saw how well you handled yourself against the Chitauri. 

You were devastated when SHIELD fell, but carried on as an Avenger, battling Ultron and then moving to the Compound with the team.

You met the actual Bucky for the first time when you were 22, during the whole Civil War thing with Baron Zemo. Like Natasha, you were on Tony’s team, fighting mostly Pietro, but the conflict eventually ended. 

It took Tony some time to get over the whole “Bucky killing his parents while brainwashed” thing, but, as he likes to say, he can’t call himself a genius without admitting that Bucky didn’t have much of a choice. 

Thanks to Tony’s help Shuri was able to find a solution to Bucky’s brainwashing faster than she would’ve alone, meaning Bucky didn’t have to go back into cryo and was pretty quickly cleared to join the team, about a year after the airport battle in Leipzig.

You were warmly accepted by everybody and, the more the team grew the more you felt at home with these people.

And now you wish you could burn down the whole compound because, somehow, Tony convinced you to have a birthday party for the first time in 13 years because, in his words, 'you only turn 25 once'.

Good news is you managed to make him limit the guest list to the team and other people close to you like Maria Hill and Fury. Bad news is you’re still gonna be the center of attention, which you hate.

You couldn’t stop Tony from making everyone dress up for the party, and you couldn’t stop the team from getting you gifts even though you insisted all you wanted was everyone together and to have fun with them since for the longest time nobody ever even knew when your birthday was. 

What you didn’t realize was that the only person more worried than you about your gifts was Bucky.

Since he joined the team the two of you have gotten close, starting with his first training with the team where he very loudly told Steve about his disbelief that someone as young and small as you could actually be an asset to the team.

You quickly put him in his place by taking him down after less than two minutes of sparring, taking full advantage of his underestimating you because he “didn’t want to hurt a pretty little thing like you.”

Admittedly he was impressed and wasn’t shy about letting you know that, while the rest of the team snickered at his initial shock when you pinned him down.

You became friends after that, not as close as you’d like but friends nonetheless.

If you were honest with yourself you’ve been harboring a little crush on the supersoldier, but he’s never shown any interest so you resigned yourself to just being his friend.

Something that you did come to treasure, though, is your and Bucky’s late night talks.

It started with you walking in on him in the kitchen on a late night where you couldn’t sleep, nothing new to you, but the two of you barely talked other than acknowledging each other.

You took a bottle of water and left.

A couple of days later you ran into him again and you stood there in silence while you made yourself a cup of tea and then left for your room.

A few days later again he was just sitting there and said nothing as you made your tea, except this time you put a cup in front of him and silently took a seat next to him at the counter.

Two nights later when you arrived at the kitchen he was already there with a cup of tea in front of him and one in front of the seat next to him.

You didn’t want to assume it was for you, but you took a chance when you noticed it was the cup you always used, a blue mug with Stitch on it that says “Let’s get weird”. Your favorite in fact.

You hesitantly sat down next to him and, without you having to ask or without even looking at you, he told you that the nights you stay up late because you can’t sleep you tend to be more quiet during the team dinners and while you hang out afterwards.

You didn’t say anything in return and just sat there, trying not to overthink how much he seemed to watch you.

But the more nights you spent like that, the more you two talked and you gathered quickly that Bucky is a very observant person, nothing more.

You loved the time you spent together after dark where you’d talk about everything and anything, but come morning it was almost as if it never happened, which you came to accept.

It weirdly made the nights you spent talking even more special, which was almost every night.

But back to the present, you’re currently getting ready with Natasha and Wanda, who know much more than you about hair and makeup and are always happy to help you out with getting ready for Stark parties. 

You put on the black cocktail dress with rhinestones all over the corset and a slit down the left side, then the three of you make your way to the party room and you take a deep breath before entering.

Everyone is already there, all dressed up in fancy clothes as they all shout “Happy Birthday”.

You laugh and say hi to everybody while they all take turns hugging you, there’s not too many people but everyone important to you is there.

Even Laura and Clint’s kids are there, which you consider a second family at this point, since Laura always did treat you like a daughter.

You hate to admit that it's a nice party.

Knowing you, everyone makes an effort to not put you too much at the center of attention and you just go around talking to your friends like every other party.

Eventually time comes for the cake and, the moment you kind of dreaded, opening the gifts.

Since it's the first birthday you allowed the team to celebrate everyone decided to go all in for your gifts, which you picked up on from the very first gift you open.

Pietro got you a first edition of “The Picture Of Dorian Gray” which is your all time favorite book, Wanda and Maria got you a leather jacket and an amazing pair of boots that you knew were expensive because you were all out shopping together when you came across them.

Steve got you a gold heart-shaped locker with a picture of the team inside it, Natasha got you a charm bracelet with a little charm to represent everyone on the team, and Sam got you a cute necklace with your birth stone on it.

When you open Fury’s gift you start laughing since it's a gun, a SIG SAUER P226 to be precise, which is very Fury.

“It was my first gun when I joined SHIELD.” He says with a smile and you smile back, knowing how much thought he put into this gift.

You open Clint’s gift next, a bow and arrow that he already taught you how to use, and Laura got you a pair of diamond earrings.

Your heart melts when you open Lila, Cooper and Nathaniel’s gifts, respectively a friendship bracelet, an Avengers action figure of yourself and a Stitch plushie.

The three of them hug you tightly as you say thank you and now you only have two gifts left, Tony’s and Bucky’s, and they’re both little boxes. 

You open Tony’s next, thinking it’s some fancy necklace or earring but you frown when you see a car key.

“Is this the key to your car?” you ask Tony, knowing full well you’re holding the key to an Audi R8 Spyder, the car Tony’s let you borrow so many times you’re now wondering if he’s gifting you his spare set of keys.

“No.” He says casually “It’s the key to your car.”

You’re even more confused and simply stare at him with your mouth gaped, not really processing the information.

“Y-you… You got me a car?!” You almost yell out of shock and everyone else starts laughing at your antics when you start basically jumping up and down and hugging Tony, squealing like a little girl.

“Well, come on, let’s go see it!” Tony says enthusiastically after you’ve calmed down, and you get up, just as enthusiastic, but are stopped by Steve’s voice.

“Wait, wait. You have one gift left.” He says, picking up the small box and giving it to you. “It’s from Bucky.”

You were so pumped up by the car, you almost forgot about it and completely miss the mischievous look Steve gives Bucky and the murderous glare Bucky gives back.

You also miss Bucky starting to protest before you open his gift, but he instantly shuts up when he sees your face falling the second you open it.

It’s a small necklace with a blue rose in it, it really looks like something you’d give a little girl more than a 25 year old woman.

You look at it for a minute, running your finger on it before you raise your head and look at Bucky.

The whole room goes silent as they all watch you worriedly, everyone noticing immediately that tears are streaming down your face.

Nobody understands what’s happening and nobody knows how to react or what to do, it’s like they’re all frozen by the sight of you being vulnerable for the first time ever. 

Meanwhile Bucky’s heart is beating so loud he’s sure everyone around him can hear it, and he feels himself starting to panic at the thought of having ruined your birthday with that stupid gift.

Everybody else got you expensive gifts and all he did was get you a small, cheap necklace that reminded him of a story you briefly talked about once on one of your late night talks about a necklace you had as a kid.

He saw it at the mall while looking for a gift for you, remembering the sweet smile you had on your face when you mentioned it and the fleeting sad look he thought he saw when you told him you lost it when you were 12.

He was really proud of himself for that gift, but the more he saw the other gifts you got the more he regretted his choice, especially after Tony gave you a fucking car.

And now you were crying, not saying anything while just looking at him.

He doesn’t know what to expect from you at the moment, nobody does, he thinks you might yell, throw his gift back at him, tell him how much you hate it and him.

But you surprise everyone by throwing your arms around Bucky’s neck, hugging him tightly while crying into his shoulder.

You honestly forgot telling Bucky about that story and certainly didn’t expect him to remember it, especially since you always got the feeling that he didn’t care about your talks as much as you.

You just assumed that come morning he deleted everything you told him to make room for more important things, and you didn’t blame him.

But he didn’t.

What you didn’t tell him about the necklace is that your mom gave it to you because blue roses were her favorite, you had that necklace since you were born but you somehow lost it the day of her funeral.

That day you lost the two most important things in your life and cried yourself to sleep, and that was the last time you allowed yourself to be weak and cry.

Until today.

Bucky hesitantly wraps his arms around you, rubbing your back hoping to get you to calm down. He looks around at the rest of the team, panicking a little and not knowing what to do.

Everyone else is as clueless as he is, never having seen you in such a state before.

Bucky starts apologizing, his heart breaking at the sight of you crying, and he feels horrible that it’s because of him.

You shake your head quickly and pull away a little to look at him, wanting to reassure him you’re not sad or angry but incredibly happy, but words refuse to come. You take a deep breath to calm yourself and finally manage to speak.

“Thank you. You have no idea how much this means to me.” It’s quiet, but it’s something, and it’s enough to make Bucky let out a breath of relief at knowing you don’t hate him or his gift.

He brings you back in for another tight hug, almost forgetting about everyone else in the room as you hug him back without hesitation.

You’re honestly not even embarrassed at crying, all you care about at the moment is Bucky, his arms around you while he lets you bury your face in his neck, like you’ve been wanting to do for years now.

“Happy birthday, doll.” He whispers in your ear and, for the first time in 13 years, you really feel like it is.

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avengers x teen fem reader.  

Back story

the reader is a 16-year-old girl with ice superpowers she was a baby when she got sent to Earth (why she doesn't know but she thinks it was because her parents didn't want her) she was found by HYDRA and raised there she was mistreated, used, shot at, train, electrified and so must worst when she turned 5 she didn't feel anything of the things they did to her and even if she did she would never let them know they have too much fun with that. one morning after her daily ¨training¨ she found a baby in her room and later learn she had to care for him she named him Chris. she did she wanted the best and to have Hydra give that she had to do horrible things her name was ¨frost bite¨ cause she freeze people when she was 14 (Chris 9) in her daily ¨training¨ he was the one in the chair and he was the one getting hurt and they didn't stop. she had gotten attached and Hydra didn't like that she tried to get to him but was too late he had passed there was nothing left of him and it was painful for both of them all the anger and sadness broke her even so that she lost control the whole base exploded and she grabbed a picture of them together and ran.  

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Two years later reader is 16 now still on the run but she was trained to beat the best to be the best. you had a mission with no stop you went from HYDRA base to HYDRA base with maybe a week between each attack the goal was that nobody ever got hurt by them again. you have so many identities you gave yourself a different name ¨snow¨ and even a normal name ¨Chloe Hallow¨ you closed a painful chapter in your life and started to do better. but on one mission in Germany, something happened that wasn't supposed to happen it was a big base and it turned out the Avengers had heard too and much to our luck they weren't in the way they tried to talk to you and then catch you but failed miserably. you had read about them and everything but you didn't care cause it wasn't useful. Still, now they were very interesting you postponed your planned missions for about 3 weeks by the end you knew everything you even entered the ¨secured¨ compound and snooped through some stuff (nobody nodest). Still, hey you are the best there is you created an account and mailed Mr Fury giving him base locations I mean there are a lot and you could use some help. when he got the mail all the bells went off who sent him that? how doesn't give out his mail not even the Avengers have it? how do you know that there are bases there? he asks you all of those questions in his mail to you. your reply was simply ¨meet me at the coffee shop on 23 Main Street tomorrow at 4:30 PM come alone otherwise I won't show. O and don't tell anyone¨ so he cancelled his meetings and told no one and he got to the coffee shop at 4:27 Like clock-work 4:30 you walked in and sat down but before he could say something you said:¨I know I am young but you want to know you I got your mail Mr Fury and I'm willing to give that information¨ you say ¨go ahead tell me¨ Fury states¨well simply I went in you ¨secure¨ compound and got it from your computer¨ he looks at you impressed ¨and how-¨ he starts but you cut him off ¨how do I know where those bases are? I have my ways¨ you answer he looks at you and says ¨I have a team super heroes you'd be perfect I have seen you're file it is very impressive from whats known at least ¨ ¨im not interested I have a lot of things to do¨ you reason both of you argue for a good while at the end Fury convinces you (that's what he likes to think but you need some chance and you know it it is gonna be hard but you can do it ) you agree to come in on Friday (that's 3 days from now). 

if you want more parts just let me know

PS: don't mind the mistakes pls

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1. The one and only Spider-Woman.

Pairings: WandaNat x F!Spidey!Polish!Reader, OC x Reader, Avengers x Reader (Platonic)

Summary: When your girlfriend cheated on you, you decided to finally accept Tony Stark's offer.

Warnings: Cheating with man, sad R, Homophobia

Wc: 1.2k

A/n: I will put my whole heart in this series😭 Next parts are gonna be longer.

You promised yourself you would always smile  while wearing your mask. For this reason your mask was showing the bottom of your face. It was your own project and it had a special place in your heart. You wanted to show people that nitatter what you are doing, and who you fight with, you will always smile, just be happy that you can protect innocent people. Another reason why you projected your mask like that, was the fact that you have fangs. It's not like you use them often, but they can be really helpful. One little bite, and can paralysis villains for a while. S.H.I.E.L.D knew about your existence, and wanted you to join avengers. They even send to you the one and only Tony Stark with Nick Fury. You decided to wait. It was your last month of school, and you had a girlfriend you didn’t want to leave alone.

You graduated with not so bad grades, and you passed all your exams with almost the best scores in your class. You hoped your girlfriend would be with you, but she texted you at the last minute that she needed to take care of her sick mother. You believed her. How could you not? She was almost the most important person in your life. So in the evening you decided to visit her, her mother knew you really well, and was happy her daughter had someone like you. Well, she didn’t know you were a couple, she was a typical homophobic christian, just like most people in your country. 

Only thing in her room you could see was how deep she was in kissing a guy. She didn’t even notice you opened the door to her room. Looking in her cold eyes made your stomach flip. You don't even know how... no, when this happened. You don't know when she met him, when he started being the reason she's smiling everyday, when she stopped caring about you. Only thing you can look at are her sky blue eyes you loved looking at. You were always finding your safe space in her, now the only thing you see in her eyes is how much she is disgusted in you. Her words were something you were expecting. You weren't enough. He is a man, of course she would want to be with him, how could she love a girl? You were just stupid thinking he was just her friend.You tried so much to not end up like before. But everything is always the same. You are trying your best, but they are always choosing someone else, someone who isn't so complicated, someone who is.. pure. The most important, they always will choose someone who will fuck with them after a week of dating. They don't understand why you care about romantic things, when you could just let them fuck you. They are animals chasing their own pleasure, don't giving fuck about true love. 

It was the first time when you put on your mask and did wear your bright smile. 

There was no reason for you to stay. Your friend moved out a long time ago, and for you, your online friends were enough. Your parents were dead. At least for you. Just like you were dead for them. They didn’t want a Lesbian daughter, and you hated them for all the traumas they gave you. You half lived on the street. Most of the time you were spending in school or saving your country. You showed up in your home only if you needed to take a shower or books for school. 

“What are you thinking about kiddo?” Tony asked, putting hand on your back.

“You know, just how my girlfriend cheated on me few hours ago, and now Im part of fucking Avengers” You didn’t even looked at him. You only look at changing numbers signaling that you were higher every second. 

After running away from your girlfriend's house, you called Tony. Only thing  you wanted was to leave as far away and as fast as you could. Break ups were always hard for you. You just wanted to feel loved, feel important for someone. Looking at the sunset on top of one of the buildings was your way to say goodbye to the country you truly love. You promised yourself, you will start a new and better life. No thinking about the past. You need to let it go, and life looking at the future. You knew it would be hard, but you also knew you needed to do this. There's too many open wounds, just because you couldn’t let go thinking about the past every night. 

Pretending to smile while meeting everyone was the hardest part. Pretending to be happy while in the back of your mind the only thing you could think of was your exs, and how you couldn’t be enough for them. Tony left you just when you walked out of the elevator. Steve introduced himself and his friend Bucky. You gave them a polite smile and mumbled your name. You just wanted to go to your room and sleep the rest of the day. Next people that introduced themselves were Clint, Bruce and Sam. Last person was Natasha Romanoff. You learned from her that her wife Wanda is on the mission with Thor. 

“I hear slavic accent.”

“Oh, yeah…  I'm Polish.”

“Tony was one hundred percent sure you're from Russia.” You hate when people mistake you for Russian. It's not even like your languages sound super alike. 

“Chuj.” You said to yourself. “Uhm, nevermind.”You looked at the floor when she looked at you. Natasha just laughed it off and you smiled. 

(Chuj - Dick)

“I'm guessing you don’t know where your room is?” When your eyes met her forest green ones, you felt like you couldn’t look away, but you needed to. You didn't want her to take you for a freak. 

“Yeah… Stark just left me here, and didn’t show me anything.” You rolled your eyes.

“Come with me. Tony decides that you will take Wanda's old room. We have lived together for the past few years, so her room stood empty. It's next to ours.” She said pointing at one of the doors. “So if you need something you can always knock.”

“So… It was nice to meet the famous black widow.” You opened the door to your room. 

“It was nice to meet another spider.” After you closed the door you looked around the room. You didn’t take many things with you, so there wasn’t a lot to unpack. Just some clothes and books. Just a few minutes and everything was in their places. You looked out the window and a few seconds later at mask in your hands. 

After a while you were jumping between buildings. It's late at night, so one would rather see you. When you get tired of jumping, running and half flying, you sit at the top of a skyscraper.

“So It will be my new life. The spider-woman saving the world.” You laughed to yourself. “It's almost unbelievable."

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Medusa

Summary: When Fury calls you into his office, you expected to be in trouble not to be offered a spot on the team with the Avengers. Unfortunately, you have a secret you want no one to know about.

Relationships: Avenger x reader (platonic)

Warnings: implied sexual assault, reader is a mutant (similar powers to Mystic), memory loss, mention of death, protective Avengers, fluff, small amount of angst

Medusa tattoo is often interpreted as representing strength, power, and female empowerment. More specifically, some people get a medusa tattoo to indicate that they are a survivor of sexual violence and to symbolize their own empowerment

You thought you were getting fired when Fury called you into his office. You racked your brain for any possibilities that could have led you here. All your mission reports were completed and handed in. You passed your certifications with flying colors. Maybe that dipshit agent reported you. What was his name? Tom? His hand drifted a little too low for your liking during training, and you punched him in the dick. Maria didn’t even bat an eye as he rolled around the ground in pain. “Why do you look nervous?” The director asked.

“Am I in trouble, sir?” You questioned. He folded his hands and rested them on his desk.

“Did you do something that would warrant you being in trouble?” You shrugged. The man rolled his one good eye and pointed to the chair. You sat down, a knot still formed in your stomach. “The Avengers have a mission, and I think your skill sets would be helpful.” He handed you a mission report. You opened it and glanced at it. There wasn’t a lot to go on. The Avengers were looking to get into a HYDRA base that was continuing experiments on misguided individuals. The problem was they needed to find out where the facility was located.

“In 3 days, there will be a party in DC where a few suspected HYDRA personnel will be there,” Fury explained. You looked at the man, still confused about why he believed you were the right agent for the job. “The team has someone in custody invited to the party.” There it was. You closed the file and handed it back to him.

“Do they know?” The question was burning on your tongue since he said you would be joining the team.

“Do you think I’d tell them?” The man looked offended. He was the only one that knew of the scars that covered your body. “No, they only know of your skills as an agent.”

“Nick,” you sighed, sinking deeper into the chair. You were the only one that called him that. He took on a father role when he found you. Instead of turning you in, he adopted you.

“Jr,” he rounded his desk to stand before you. “I wouldn’t have suggested you if you weren’t ready.” You looked at him. His one good eye softened slightly.

“When do I leave?” A smile formed on the man’s usually stoic face.

“As soon as possible. Maria is waiting for you at the compound.” You smiled; at least you would have a familiar face there. “You got this kid.”

*

“There she is!” Maria was quick to rush over to you and bring you into a hug. You saw Natasha walk over to you behind her shoulder. “The big man finally let you join the big leagues, uh, jr?” You rolled your eyes. Maria always liked to tease that you were Fury’s only soft spot. Hell, you were her soft spot, too. Once the agent released you from the bone-crushing hug, you faced the Black Widow.

“Natasha,” she offered her hand, and you shook it. Of course, you knew who she was. “Maria has not stopped talking about you.” You glanced at the agent, but she shrugged her shoulders. “She called you, Jr.,” the Black Widow slowly said. Are your parents agents?” Maria snorted but covered it up with a cough.

“Technically, yes,” you said. The redhead gave you a look for you to continue. “The director adopted me when I was 14.” Natasha’s eyes widened, and her head snapped to look at Maria. The agent cringed slightly. You knew the duo were dancing around being in a relationship- many SHIELD agents talked about it. “It was need to know,” you said. “He didn’t want certain people to find out.” It was understandable. The man had a long list of enemies. Maria put her arm around your shoulders.

“The team is waiting to meet you,” she said. “Are you ready to show them what you can do?” You weren’t 100% sure if you were.

*

“This is the agent the pirate wanted us to bring onto the team,” Tony said as you entered the meeting room. There was an empty seat next to Wanda; you took it with a smile. “She’s a kid.”

“So is Peter, and you let him on the team,” Maria defended.

“I’d be carefully talking about Fury,” Natasha smirked. “You are looking at his kid.” The billionaire’s jaw dropped. You shrugged.

“I didn’t know he had it in him to reproduce,” the comment got him a quick smack to the back of the head by Rhodey. You cringed even though he adopted you, the idea- Nope. Not happening.

“Ignore him,” Steve said. “We are excited to have you on the team.” You smiled at the blonde super-solider.

“Director Fury was unclear on what you could provide for this mission,” Vision said. You made eye contact with Maria, who winked at you. “Can you provide some insight?”

“I’m enhanced,” you said. “I spent time with Charles Xavier to get it under control.”

“Can you show us what you can do?” Sam questioned. You smiled and nodded.

“Maria, pick one of them,” the agent smirked and pointed to Steve. Sighing, you stood up and walked over to the super soldier. He rolled back in his chair away from the table. All you did was hold out your hand. “It won’t hurt.”

“Will it hurt you?” he countered. His statement made you frown. That was different. No one ever asked how your abilities affected you. You shook your head. It never hurt, but it left you disoriented. Steve hesitated but connected his hand with yours. Nothing happened, and you dropped his hand. Then you changed.

You remembered a time before Fury sent you off to Xavier. Every time you grabbed onto someone’s hand, you changed. Now, you can control it and only use your powers when you want to.

No matter how many times you did this, you found it fascinating. You saw the world differently each time. Now, with the super soldier senses, the world seemed sharper. Steve was taller and stronger than you. It felt strange being him.

“Holy fuck.”

“Language,” you said in Steve’s voice. The color was drained from the man’s face as he saw himself in front of him. You looked at Maria with a slight nod, and she knew what you were asking for. She’s seen your powers with Fury.

“Jr, what program did Steve enter to receive the serum?”

“Project Rebirth. I was the only recipient of the serum developed by Abraham Erskine,” you answered. That was an easy question. An answer was easily found in his file or at the museum.

“What are we looking at here?” Rhodey asked. You looked back at Steve.

“Ask me something personal,” you spoke in your voice. He stared at you before his eyes landed on the soldier across from him.

“The fight where I first met Bucky, why did I pick a fight with them?” You smiled.

“They demanded a fee for crossing Tenth Avenue,” you wink before changing back. You watched as your skin bubbled, and then it stopped. “The director said you have someone in custody attending a party you need information from. I can get you that information.” Watching people learn what you could do was always interesting—a range of emotions passed through their faces- amazement, fear, worry.

“How long does it last?” Natasha questioned. She was looking at you with fear even though she masked it well.

“As long as I want it to,” you sat back down. “In 15 minutes, once I stop using it, all your thoughts, memories, and secrets leave my head.” You saw everyone relax.

“How did you get this ability?” You shrugged at Wanda’s question.

“I don’t know,” you traced the groves off the wood. “Not even the director knows. I guess it will forever be a mystery.”

Living and training with the Avengers challenged you. They pushed you harder in training, and you felt yourself growing stronger every day. However, they challenged you to be more social. You were an introvert by nature, afraid to gain the trust of those around you. Your mind might not remember what you were put through, but your body told a different story. Scars covered your body, which was then covered with tattoos.

The team was used to seeing you train in a long-sleeve shirt, never a tank top or sports bra like Natasha or Wanda. No matter how much sweat dripped down your back, you stayed in the long-sleeve shirt. It only came off when you were in the shower or the comfort of your room. They never asked, never forced you to do anything you weren’t comfortable with. They provided you with an extra bottle of water or a hug if you wanted one.

Early on, you also learned they were highly protective over you since you were the youngest full-time member. Even at the HYDRA party, that went well, and you retrieved the information they fused over you. To your surprise, they kept you on the team and didn’t send you back to SHIELD with Fury’s permission. You were enjoying your time with them, your secrets trapped away until they came tumbling out.

*

You thought you were in the clear. The rest of the team watched a movie, and you told everyone you were too tired. However, you left your room and headed to the training area. All you wanted to do was work up a sweat and then go to bed. So you punched at the sandbag, only wearing a sports bra and sweatpants—the rock music you played in your ears blocked out the world around you. You focused on how your knuckles ached at each punch and the beating of your heart behind your ribs. You loved training. It was a simple reminder that you were alive.

It happens on instinct. You felt a hand on your shoulder and grabbed it, flipping whoever it was over and onto their back. The culprit was Sam. You pulled your headphones out of your ears and heard the pained groan the man let out. “Fuck, Sam, you can’t sneak up on me.” You knelt in front of him. “What hurts? Do you want me to get Bruce? How many fingers am I holding up?” He groaned again.

“The only thing that hurts is my pride,” he sat up and rubbed the back of his head. “I like your tattoos. I didn’t know you had any.” You sat down as your hand shook. You were so caught up on making sure he was okay that you forgot about the little clothes you were wearing. He saw them, all of them. Did he know what they meant? “Hey, jr, are you okay? You’re shaking.” You snapped out of it.

“I feel like I should be asking you that question,” you chuckled. He rolled his eyes and reassured you that he was fine. “But wait, aren’t you guys watching a movie? Why are you here?”

“We are watching a movie, and I suggested we have ice cream,” which was no surprise. The world’s mightiest heroes had the worst diets and the craziest sweet tooth. “I drew the short stick of finding you to see if you want any.” Sam stood up and rubbed his butt. “And my ass took one for the team.” You took his outstretched hand he offered you and helped you up. “So, do you want ice cream?”

“No, I’m good.” You wanted to get some air. He frowned.

“Are you sure? You never say no to ice cream. I’m not upset about what happened. We can keep it between us. Please.” You hated how easily it was for him to make you smile.

“I’m okay, I promise,” you began to unwrap your hands. “Have a good night, Sam.” You threw the tap in the trash can on your way out.

*

“Did she want any?” Natasha looked away from her bowl to see Sam without you. He shook his head. “The more of us!” Tony cheered. Natasha rolled her eyes.

“Did you know Jr. has tattoos?” She heard Maria drop her spoon in the bowl, and the agent looked confused.

“How many?” Bucky asked. Sam was constructing his ice cream bowl. He topped it with whipped cream before he answered.

“Her entire right arm is covered. I couldn’t figure out what they were, but on her back was a portrait of Medusa.” Natasha’s stomach dropped. The ice cream she was eating no longer tasted sweet. It was bitter, and it made her stomach turn.

“Medusa?” Wanda questioned. “Are you sure?” Sam chuckled.

“Kind of hard to miss. It’s massive with all the snakes and shit. A little creepy if you ask me.”

“Why would she get a Medusa tattoo?” Rhodey asked. But Natasha knew. It seemed Wanda and Maria knew as well. The three girls dropped their bowls on the nearest surface and left the group. Each one ignored the shots of their names.

“FRIDAY, where is Jr?”

*

Your feet skimmed the water below. The cold summer air caused goosebumps to form on your arm. You had no reason to wear a jacket once you left the training area. If Sam knew everyone else was going to find out. “Hey, Jr,” Maria’s voice made you smile. “Can we join you?”

“Yeah,” you whispered. Maria sat on your right and Wanda on your left. Natasha took the empty spot next to Maria. “They guys didn’t want to join you on a midnight walk.” You tried to joke.

“They are eating their weight in ice cream,” you heard the smile in Natasha’s voice. “I also don’t think they know what it means.” Right. The tattoo of Medusa is on your back, and her Roman story is detailed on your arm. Medusa was a devoted follower of Minerva. She left offerings and offerings to the goddess but was never acknowledged by her. Then, another god wanted her attention: Neptune. The god rapped Medusa in Minerva’s temple, and in revenge, the goddess turned Medusa’s beautiful head of hair into snakes.

“I don’t remember getting the tattoos,” you broke the silence. “I don’t remember much of my life before Nick found me.”

“He found you when you were 14, right?” Wanda questioned. You nodded.

“He says I had them when he found me,” you shivered and soon felt the jacket Maria was wearing around your shoulders. “He was in Ukraine, outside of Lviv, for a mission or something, when he found me in a field surrounded by dead bodies,” you played with the sleeves of the jacket. “We think they are the ones that hurt me. Nick took me in without hesitation. He saved my life,” you sighed, placing your head on Wanda’s shoulder. “I kept them hidden, not wanting people to question or bring attention to them.”

“You don’t have to hide them around us,” Maria said, slowly taking your hand in hers. “You can if you want, but we will never judge or hurt you like they did.”

“I could help you find answers if you ever want to know the truth,” Honestly, the truth scared you. You were already so broken. What if it broke you even more? “You are not broken,” Wanda whispered. It was hard for you to believe that.

“Sometimes I get flashes of what happened to me. Mostly in the form of nightmares. I’m not sure what’s worse than my body knows something bad happened to me, but my mind doesn’t remember it.”

“I think that you had to endure the pain, which is the worst,” Natasha spoke softly. You looked at the Black Widow, who was staring at the water. It was rare that her voice was that soft.

“Do you ever wonder why it was you?” you asked her. You watched her body shake as she exhaled. Maria placed her hand on Natasha’s thigh.

“All the time, but you’ll go mad thinking about the what ifs,” she glanced at you with a smile. “I’ve learned rather painfully that hiding away what happened or pretending it never happened hurts more in the long run.” The redhead placed her hand on top of Maria’s. “You aren’t broken, weak, or lesser because of what they did to you. You are stronger because you are still here despite all of it.” It was like she was telling you these things but reminding herself. You nodded and found yourself looking back at the water. The world was unfair, cruel, and twisted. These women, whom you grew to admire, knew the pain you experienced in some way and the story behind the tattoos that covered your body. How many others experienced it as well?

Hurried footsteps forced you to stand up and turn around. It was Bucky, and you were surprised by the force that he had hugged you, almost sending you into the water. Bucky was never known for his physical affection. He showed that he cared in much smaller ways, with a small smile and a cup of hot chocolate when you had nightmares. Even in training, he ensured your stance was correct and that you were training at your best. Now you weren’t sure if you could go a day without a hug from him. He was warm and strong, and you felt safe. “Do you know who did it?” Your body tensed.

“They are dead, Buck.”

“Good,” he kissed the top of your head. “I’d go Winter Solider on their asses for you, doll.” You laughed and shook your head. “Also, sorry about this.” Before you could question his meaning, he picked you up and threw you into the water. You breached the surface with a gasp.

“What the-”

“Cannonball,” you heard Tony yell. It was the only warning you got as the billionaire ran down the dock and jumped into the water. The splash wet those on the edge, and you heard Natasha yell at him. He resurfaced and shook the water.

“I am sorry, darling,” you watched Vision pick up Wanda.

“Vis, no! No!” But it was useless. The android dropped her into the water next. You laughed, the sound echoing into the night. Bucky smiled, gave you a salute, and jumped in. One by one, the team entered the water by either being thrown in or jumping themselves.

A massive water fight broke out, and FRIDAY brightened the surrounding area so everyone could see. You weren’t sure how long the team was in the water, but you were the last one floating on your back. “Hey, Jr,” you looked at Natasha. A towel was wrapped around her shoulders. “We are having smores. Are you coming?”

“Yeah,” you swam over to the dock and pulled yourself up. Natasha put her arm around you.

“I’m proud of you.” You smiled.

“I’m proud of you too.” Yes, the world was evil, cruel, and dark, but your family made it a little brighter.

[mr-bas00nist]

Can you do 141 x m!reader who’s like VERY GREEK like after missions when they’re out drinking - he’s very drunk on tables breaking plates and yelling “OPPA” with a thick ass accent

As an Italian man with numerous Greek friends, this is and accurate 💀

Gaz, Price, Soap and Ghost involved

Cw: Slight Ghost x reader but can be seen as platonic and goofy, drinking and violence lol

Gaz

•He always takes you out because he knows how you get

•He takes videos of you being drunk asf

•He likes to laugh at them occasionally and likes to remind you of the night

•much to your dismay

•he thinks it’s hilarious

•especially when you get violent with the silverware

•He once filmed you yelling at a fork in Greek

•he was crying

•He loves it

•it’s so fun seeing this big tough Greek guy go fucking crazy after being so calm and collective

•He’s gonna be egging you on every step of the way

•He still of course makes sure you don’t hurt yourself

•Your friends, of course he’ll look out for you

Price

•He’s not pleased

•At least that’s what his captain side is saying

•He honestly finds it funny of how different you are while your drunk

•In the day your some quiet guy who’s always focused

•but in the night your a loud ass Greek dude who doesn’t know when to stop the rounds

•He tries to stop you from getting too out of hand but it never works

•Your always throwing tables and chairs by the end of the night and he’s come to terms with it

•He tried to get Gaz to stop filming you because he knows he’s just gonna use it as blackmail leverage

•Also tries to stop soap from force feeding you more booze

•He honestly feels bad for laughing but hearing you on a table yelling words in Greek cracks him up

•Once the funs over though he makes sure you get back safe and not too hurt

•In the mornings he’ll reprimand you for how careless you were acting but it’s all in good heart

•He just wants you to keep yourself safe and not cost him a fortune from your obsession with breaking things

Soap

•He’s no better than Gaz

•If anything he’s worse

•You can always expect him to peer pressure you into drinking more because he knows how you get

• “Soap I’ve had enough-“ “Drink it.”

•He means it all in good fun though

•He loves it when you climb atop tables yelling and then begin singing some song in Greek

•He always asks Gaz for the videos he takes later

•If you begin drinking more after your in this state though he will FINALLY stop you

•He knows how bad your hangover already will be there’s no need to make it worse

•You have thrown numerous plates at him before and he’s narrowly dodged all of them

•The first one nicked him but he didn’t want you to feel bad so he shrugged it off as a simple cut

•Usually the day after that he’ll sit next to you and just watch the video Gaz took of you and laugh

•You just stare in embarrassment of yourself after drinking

•When he sees you looking he smiles at you

• “You are one hell of a guy dafty.” He says with a smile

Ghost

•Where to begin…

•So Simons a weird case

•He honestly is the only TRUE voice of reason alongside Price

•He desperately tries to stop soap from force feeding you liquor because to be honest….

•Your kind of scary when your drunk

•The plate smashing and chair throwing is what’s concerning to him

•He won’t go out his way to grab you and tell you to stop but he’ll stand alongside you watching you throw things as he tries to tell you to settle down

•You usually listen to him though even in your drunk state

•You recognize your lieutenants monotone voice

•Ghost finds it amusing that you immediately set down whatever you were holding down to look over to him

•You usually babble in Greek before hugging him and kissing his cheek for some reason

•You’ve done it so much he’s not even fazed by it anymore

•He just rolls his eyes as he leads you back to your barracks

•In the morning Ghost is sitting next to you watching you groan in annoyance at your hangover

•He finds your drunk fury’s funny but he doesn’t tease you over it because there’s no need

•He does let out an occasional snicker though when he sees the video soaps showing of you

[bgwlsmahf25]

Heat Of The Moment

Pairings: Carol Danvers x fem!reader; Maria Hill x fem!reader (platonic); Nick Fury x fem!reader (platonic)

Warnings: brief mention of injuries; reader gets hurt

Summary: you put yourself in danger one too many times and Carol gets worried. A heart to heart is needed…

Genre: hurt/ comfort

a/n: I watched the Marvels today so Carol’s on my mind ;)

*** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***

You were laughing with some of your SHIELD colleagues when Carol marched in. “I want you to quit your job,” she demanded.

“Um.. ok. What’s wrong?”

Your colleagues muttered awkwardly and moved away giving you and Carol some space. You sighed and gestured around you. “You had to do it here?”

“I’m sorry,” she replied gently. “But when Maria Hill calls me up to inform me that my girlfriend’s been injured, I get worried. You didn’t think to mention you got shot?! Twice!”

“Let’s start with the part where Maria called you. Why?” Carol looked away. “Why Carol?”

“Oh it’s ‘Carol’ now?”

“It is until you stop acting so damn mysterious and tell me why my boss has you on speed dial!”

“Ladies!” Nick Fury’s voice rang out across the office. He pointed to the conference room. “Both of you. Now.”

You refused to sit down, instead pacing the length of the room looking anywhere but at Carol. You were angry and confused that she’d gone behind your back and taken protective measures without consulting you.

Carol sat down, watching you and saying nothing. Fury finally broke the silence. “What’s the damn issue? Yelling in the workplace like children is not professional.”

“Going behind my back is not professional!” you shouted. “Checking in on me without involving me is not professional! Having my boss on speed dial is not professional Carol.”

“Please stop calling me Carol!” she snapped. Taken aback, you stared at her in surprise. “And don’t give me that look. You know why. I’m off world 355 days a year. I’m not here. And it’s great you’re working for SHIELD. I know that’s your dream. But then you signed up to missions, to more, and suddenly I’m two galaxies away receiving calls from your boss telling me you can’t talk to me because you’re lying unconscious in a hospital bed, damn near close to dying!” Tears were pooling in your girlfriend’s eyes.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I don’t make it easy. I’m sorry I don’t always communicate. But I’m not quitting missions or SHIELD to make you feel safer. I came alive Carol. Storming those bases, analysing intel, working with the Avengers, working with you… I’m not giving it up now I’ve experienced it. You can’t ask me to do that.”

Carol rubbed at her eyes then looked at you coldly. “Then I guess we’re not meant for each other y/n.” She got up and left the room, ignoring your stammering voice.

“I think you just got dumped,” Fury informed you.

“Yes I’m well aware of that!” you snapped, exiting the room angrily.

You headed straight for your room and fell on your bed, bursting into tears. You were so happy when Carol had first looked at you then talked to you and then eventually kissed you. You had everything you could possibly want… and you’d just lost it all.

***

Several weeks later, you were on a standard recon mission for SHIELD. Captain America was supporting but it was considered unlikely he’d be needed. You knew he was there to keep an eye on Sharon Carter, as they’d recently started seeing each other.

The thought made you smile and your heart ached with a memory of Carol and the cheeky looks she’d send you in meetings that were meant to be serious.

“I’ve got the back,” you informed your team mates on comms, running to a padlocked door. A simple silent detonation device blasted it open and you headed inside, gun at the ready.

“All clear-“ Someone crashed into you making you gasp and drop your gun. You scrabbled with one hand trying to find it and someone trod on your fingers making you yelp.

The attacker picked you up and threw you with force against the far wall. You hit your head, cried out and everything went black.

***

Slowly you opened your eyes to see your hand smothered in bandages, an IV poking out. One leg was in a cast, supported by a sling from the ceiling. You could feel tight skin across your right cheek and winced when you touched it.

“I wouldn’t do that.” Maria strode into the room, clipboard in hand, Dr Cho behind her. “Helen’s done some cell reconstruction on your cheek, it was ripped apart by exposed steel supports in the wall.”

“Deputy Director Hill, with all due respect, Agent y/l/n should be resting right now. She has just had major surgery and needs time to recover. Questioning can wait,” Dr Cho announced.

“Doctor, as I’ve told you, I just need a few minutes to ask some questions.” Maria shot the doctor a firm gaze. “Five minutes.”

Helen muttered then swiftly left the room, talking intently to herself. Maria watched her go then turned to you. “Agent.”

“Maria,” you replied, “you’ve known me for six years.”

“Fine… y/n, don’t you ever pull crap like that again.” Her tone was firm but her eyes twinkled. “You gave us all a fright. What were you thinking charging into danger like that?”

“Cap was on support and I’ve run far more dangerous ops than this one Maria.”

“Cap’s eyes were on Sharon Carter.” Maria sighed. “I’m over-ruling Fury on that one next time.”

“Hmm.. let me be a fly on the wall for that conversation,” you smirked, making Maria roll her eyes.

“Now then, as for the – “

“WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!” Carol barged into the room, breathing heavily like she’d run a marathon and glaring at you.

“Why hello to you too,” you replied. “You’ve interrupted a mission debrief so if you join the queue in the corridor…”

“You’re not that popular, don’t flatter yourself,” Maria teased, shutting up when she noticed Carol’s side eye. “Okay, y/n we can resume this later.” She quietly exited the room.

You glared at Carol. “I was working.”

“You got thrown against a brick wall, had your face torn apart by a steel barrier, broke three bones in your foot and fractured four fingers… that is not working!”

“Touche. Someone read my file.”

“Y/n…” Carol whimpered. “Please. Talk to me.”

“As I recall we’re not meant for each other so we probably shouldn’t be talking,” you replied coldly.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry y/n.”

“Sorry isn’t enough anymore.” You leant back on your pillow and closed your eyes. “We’re done here Carol.”

“Sweet…”

“Don’t even start.”

Silence fell. You slowed down your breathing and heart rate. Having Carol back was making you feel all sorts of emotions and you didn’t want to admit you were over the moon to see her. You lay further back against your pillows and soon drifted off into a restless sleep.

***

Hours later you opened your eyes. You turned your head slightly to see painkillers being drip fed into you.

“Hey… how are you feeling?”

You looked tiredly at Carol. “Like I lost a fight with a brick wall.”

“I deserved that.”

“Yeah. You were mean.” You sighed.

“But?”

“What makes you think there’s a but?”

“Always is with you,” she chuckled and your heart leapt at the sound.

“But… so was I. We both said some things.”

“We sure did.”

“We’ve said worse,” you commented dryly making her chuckle again. “But you were mean. I get where you’re coming from though.”

“Oh yeah?”

“You’re away 355 days of the year. You live in space. I’m not always up there. I worry too. This isn’t a one-way street hun.”

“Hun?”

“Term of endearment. Short for honey. Aka you.”

Carol smirked and moved closer, perching on the edge of your bed. She ran a hand over the good side of your face, pressing her fingertips against your lips gently. You kissed them smiling up at her.

“I miss you,” you whispered.

“I was out of line,” she replied. “What I said… I said it because I love you y/n.”

You stared at her. Neither of you had said the three little words yet and hearing her say them made you smile. “I love you too dumbass.”

“Oh I’m the dumbass? You’re the one who took on a brick wall.”

[natasharswifey]

Masterlist

Hello fellow Nat stans, my name is Jordan [any pronouns] and this is a blog I use for writing and incorrect quotes :)

Requests are currently open and I love random asks/rambling in my inbox <3

Any fics will be under #natasharswifeywrites

My Ao3!

Natasha

How we were (& Melina Vostokoff)

Happy birthday, by the way (x reader)

Yelena

Take me home (& younger OC, platonic)

The end of us (& Vormir Natasha)

Wanda

Little red ❤️ (& daughter!reader)

AAA

It almost worked (Agathario)

MCU characters

We're the Avengers (Avengers high-school AU)

OCs

You let go (Red Room teen OC)

The Ethel incident (Nick Fury & teen OC, platonic)

[bunnysnuff]

Never again.

Pairing: Charlie Spring x ftm!reader (platonic), nick Nelson x ftm!reader (platonic), Tao Xu x ftm!reader (platonic), Ben Hope x ftm!reader (siblings)

Trigger warning: FTM!reader, Ben Hope, Ben beating up Charlie.

Request.

Helpline.

You had always known your brother Ben wasn’t exactly the nicest guy. He had this arrogance about him that you couldn’t stand. But recently, you had overheard some things that made your stomach churn — about how he was treating some kid named Charlie Spring. At first, you wanted to believe it wasn’t true. You knew Ben could be harsh, but the more you heard, the more you realized it was worse than you thought.

And today, you saw it with your own eyes.

You had been walking down the hallway when you caught sight of Ben, Charlie, and a couple of other boys. Ben had Charlie backed up against the lockers, his face smug and cruel as he whispered something you couldn’t hear, but you didn’t need to. Charlie’s expression said it all — scared, trapped. It ignited something inside you, a fierce rage you hadn’t felt in a long time.

Without thinking, you stormed over, grabbing Ben by the collar and yanking him away from Charlie. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Ben barely had time to react before you shoved him back, and that was it. The anger took over. You swung at him, your fist connecting with his jaw, and he stumbled, caught completely off guard. He tried to say something, to defend himself, but you didn’t let him. Blow after blow, you let out all the frustration, all the fury that had been building up for years, not just for what he did to Charlie, but for everything else.

“Stay away from him!” you shouted between punches. “You don’t get to treat people like this!”

Before you could land another hit, strong arms grabbed you from behind. You struggled for a moment, still fueled by adrenaline, but then you heard a voice — calm but firm. “Hey, stop! You’ve got him!”

It was Nick Nelson, holding you back. Tao had rushed to Charlie’s side, making sure he was okay, while Ben was slumped against the wall, nursing a bloody nose and a black eye. You felt your breath coming in harsh gasps, your fists still clenched.

Nick let go of you once he was sure you weren’t going to swing again, but his eyes were wide with shock and a little awe. “Who are you?”

You straightened up, still breathing heavily. “I’m Y/N Hope,” you said, your voice rough from shouting. “Ben’s brother.”

Tao looked up from where he was checking on Charlie, his eyes narrowing. “Brother? You’re nothing like him.”

You shrugged, wiping the blood from your knuckles. “Yeah, well, that’s a good thing.”

Charlie was staring at you, still shaken but clearly relieved that Ben was no longer a threat. “Thanks,” he said quietly, his voice soft but grateful.

You glanced at him, your expression softening. “You don’t need to thank me. No one should have to put up with that.”

Nick gave you a small smile, still a bit stunned by what just happened. “You know, we could’ve stepped in.”

You raised an eyebrow, smirking slightly. “You would’ve. But I wanted the first punch.”

Tao chuckled under his breath, shaking his head. “Yeah, I think we noticed.”

You cracked a smile, the tension in your shoulders easing as you realized you had just made some unlikely new friends. Even if the circumstances were messy, one thing was certain: Ben wouldn’t be messing with Charlie again anytime soon.

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Follow-up for Villain!Reader (Bee-themed), Hive!

After trying to flee from the platonic yan/s, and subsequentially figuring out the platonic yans who've been visiting then were infected (or telepaths who could see into their mind and their infected teammates), Reader heads on a night train to New York... Where they were when they were Hive, and where every other hero, villain, vigilante, and super person seems to reside.

Being back is... Not the greatest feeling in the world. Reader feels tense, trudging out of the station and out into the bustling streets with only what they had packed previously, but they can't focus on how they hate being back. Their first order of business: Finding a few hidey-homes to set up shop in. Perks of saving their money over the years from their old villain days is they have a small fortune tucked away, and it definitely helps get them a few places to hide in. Imagine that they have a small apartment/house/studio in each hero/villain/vigilante territory. Some work as homes, some work as small coffee houses, others as antique markets and flea stores. Reader has to keep themself going, and they learned a few tricks over the years on how to keep hidden and to run side lives. That being said...

They're back on the home turf of every single person they've been trying to avoid. And it is driving them INSANE.

Yeah, look. Sure, it's nice setting up little cafes between two or three schools and entertaining tired students with the backstory behind the objects displayed on the walls. It's cute seeing people find items they love from their antique/flea malls, lighting up when they find something they personally found and put in the collection. It even feels good hearing stories from the weird kids and teens and strangers who mill around the places they're at, enjoying a peaceful Saturday... But still, it's NEW YORK! Home of every powerful, rich, and trained person who happens to know their old alias, fought AND chased them, and whom have made it clear that some of them had been infected with their venom or pheromones, by them or their boss or by some freak accident! How the H*CK does one stay calm in the belly of the beasts?!

Reader slowly gets to know some of the teens who show up at their cafes and antique stores, learning a bit about how people their age are supposed to act. It's... sobering, in a way. That that could have been them. That they could have had a healthier life, family or friends, a sense of purpose and community... Yet they cast it back to the shadows. They can't go back in time, and they have to keep in the here and now. When they have teen heroes and villains show up at their places, Reader is shocked. TEEN heroes? TEEN villains? TEEN vigilantes? Where the F*CK are the adults?! Who the H*LL is letting their kids run around fighting psychopaths and criminals and rioters and anti-mutant and racist *ssholes?! When Reader manages to calm down, they realize that some of the teens are the same ones they see on a near-daily basis. And they promptly have an (almost) heart-attack.

Great, JUST GREAT. Their old foes have children in their groups, who they now KNOW. The X-Men, who were only The Professor, Storm, and Wolverine years ago, now have, like, a dozen kids! The Brotherhood, who was maybe Magneto, Mystique, and Sabretooth or Mastermind now had half a dozen brats causing havoc (and had a Havok with them. PEACHY). Spider-man is barely a teenager, and has NO adults, unless you count Nick Fury and the Avengers checking up on him! And he's not the only spider child!

Reader is having a melt down, along with choice words over everything they've learned by the power of observation and intuition. They thought they had been the only child brought into that world of super powers and nutjobs... Now there's near TWENTY of them?! Possibly MORE?!

Reader works on keeping a new distance between themslef and the teens and kids, while also asking careful questions ("How is school?" "Weather is bad tonight, do you have a jacket?" "I heard there's a few new heroes and villains popping up, what do you think about it?") Reader uses every trick in the book they can remember to figure out what's going on. Are the adults treating them well? Are they still after Reader? Is the public leaving them alone, or causing too much trouble? Reader doesn't want to say they care, but they will go out of their way to leave a few leftovers out at their cafes for anyone who needs it (heroes, villains, vigilantes, homeless, hungry kids). It feels nice, doing good... If only they could just forget the nightmares of the past...

All this time, the platonic yan/s have gone back to New York, and have heard word that Hive might be there. They're elated. Of course now, they need to actually find that slippery little bee, and drag them back to their team/group/base, with them. They're glad though, that the teens of their group have a few new hangout spots. Some vintage stores or something they keep prattling on about. It makes them happy, and they belive the teens deserve to have some happiness... Especially since the whole reason they took on teens themselves was to offer them a better home, a better family, job, community, than Hive seemed to have... Finding out that their old boss had basically used them the moment their powers came in, it leaves them feeling sick. Maybe their little bee didn't have much of a childhood, but they'd be d*mned if their own kids didn't.

Sooner or later, the platonic yan/s visit the places the teens recommended (after much pestering, and in some cases, bribery).... And find themselves face-to-face (some of them towering over) Hive; or, at least the Hive outside of the mask. They're trying to stay calm, but seeing how the one kid they'd failed is right there (and those who had been infected, want to hear their thoughts again, and hug them), it's hard to do so, yet they manage. If only their little bee weren't so scared to see them. Don't they remember the chases? The heists? Late nights with moonlight streaming down and the fresh adrenaline of the hunt? Seeing inside their head, if only for a minute (and before they knew that was what they were doing)?

The adults take the time to inform their kids (plus Spider-man and the Spider kids), that their new friend, is also Hive. The old villain they talked about, whenever it was a quiet night and they were in the mood to reminisce. And the teens are floored. THAT person, is HIVE? The odd, kinda funny, and nervous barista/antique collector/owner of the business they visit, is Hive, right-hand man-woman- er, child- to Drone Queen? The most delusional, most vicious and conniving black-clad villain they'd seen since Hydra and the Weapon X *ssholes? THAT Hive? Suffice to say-

They're SHOOK...

Peter Parker had done research on some of the old villains the Avengers, X-Men, even Deadpool, the Brotherhood, and Doc Ock, had faced. And Drone Queen could be described by one word (he wasn't allowed to say that word, Aunt May, Nick Fury, and Iron Man would kill him if he said it), so he used another, more scientific word: a psychopath. They were BAD news. They'd had the latest state-of-the-art drugs back in the day, the type that could control anyone, or make them believe anything. Not to mention hordes upon hordes of guards, all of which were found to have a mindless loyalty to them, even when they were almost killed. It was... scary. Then there was Hive, who was like their weird... sidekick, or pet, or something. Who would run errands. Finding whatever gem or artifact they wanted, causing chaos between various gangsters and local vigilantes, whatever they were told, they did- Until one day, they just- (this part no one seemed sure about)- they just didn't do what they used to. Where they were peppy, talkative, and funny, they went silent. Jumpy. Like even THEY were scared of their boss. And after that, they just kept becoming less active, less loyal, small things they let slide and left alone... The heroes and villains eventually faced down Drone Queen, but it turned out all the control they had was from Hive all along.. It wasn't some charisma they had, or bribes, or even torture- They used Hive's venom, and forced it onto others, making unwilling puppets and slaves. They found that out when Hive actually attacked that freaky liar themself (good for them!). They were defeated, locked up, and life went back to normal... But Hive had escaped in the chaos, never to be heard from again. Yeah, apparently that was NOT the case anymore.

Cue the teens now trying to get to know Reader, the infected platonic yans happily renewing their chase and efforts to open up the hivemind, and the other platonic yans just going along for the ride...

At least Reader has an idea now of who all knows about them... Now if they could just slip past the adults and hitch a ride to Cananda...

Bonus:

Reader: How old were you when you started, twelve?!

Spider-man: No, I was thirteen!

Reader: ....

Reader: I have some choice words for Nick Fury...

Spider-man: Well, fine! How old were YOU when you started?

Reader: ... Do you mean when I met my old boss? Or when I actually started out as Hive?

Spider-man: Um... whichever, I guess?

Reader: ... I was... maybe... ten?

Spider-man:

Spider-man: WHAT?!

Reader: Well in my defense, I met them when I was five!

Spider-man: HOW IS THAT ANY BETTER?!

[literaryavenger]

Captain America: The Winter Soldier

Summary: You're part of the Strike team and join Captain America as he tries to live his new life in the 21st century. [Reader is NOT Hydra]

Pairing: platonic!Steve Rogers x F!Reader, platonic!Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader

Warnings: Language. Rumlow being a dick. Mentions of death. My poor attempts at being funny. Idk, everything else in the movie?

Word Count: 2.7K

A/N: Happy New Year! This the first chapter in a new series I'm starting! I'm not sure how long it's gonna be yet, but I know it's gonna be longer than Broken. These series is about an alternate universe where the reader exists and lives through the events that happen in the MCU. A lot of the details will be changed to insert the reader, a lot of the lines said by other characters will be changed to be the reader's and I've also made up a lot of things and scenes and added them, trying my best not to change the official timeline and the main events. I hope you enjoy this and all chapters to come!

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“You heard the boss, newbie, text Romanoff and tell her to pick up Rogers.” Rumlow taps his knuckles twice on the table for emphasis before getting up and exiting the conference room.

You make sure he doesn't miss the way you roll your eyes at the now old nickname before writing ‘New mission, need you at the jet in one hour. Asshole wants you to pick up the old man in spandex’ on your phone and sending the message to Natasha, then you get up and make your way out of the room.

“Armory.” you say as you enter the elevator. 

“Confirmed.” the elevator voice says as the doors start closing. 

You suit up for the mission just assigned by Pierce and go to the jet to start doing the checkups you know the rest of the idiots on the STRIKE team won’t even think about doing. 

After making sure everything’s ready and in order, you can do nothing more than wait for everybody else.

Natasha and Steve get there exactly an hour after your text. 

“Right on time.” you point out.

“It wasn’t a coincidence, YLN.” Natasha smirks, making you laugh.

“Cap.” you greet him with a smile that he returns. “Y/N.”

The rest of the team meets you a few minutes after. “Ready for take off.” Rumlow says to the pilot and the jet takes off.

Once you get close to the target Rumlow starts briefing Steve and Nat. “The target is a mobile satellite launch platform: The Lemurian Star. They were sending up their last payload when pirates took them, 93 minutes ago.”

“Any demands?” Steve asks.

“A billion and a half.” Rumlow answers.

“Why so steep?” Steve questions frowning.

“Because it’s Shield’s.” you answer promptly, ignoring the scowl on Rumlow’s face that disappears almost immediately.

“So it’s not off-course,” Steve says, understanding flashing in his eyes as he glares at Natasha “it’s trespassing.”

“I’m sure they have a good reason.” Natasha offers.

“You know, I’m getting a little tired of being Fury’s janitor.”-Steve seems really annoyed now.

“Relax, it’s not that complicated.” Natasha simply says.

“How many pirates?” Steve’s attention is back on the screen.

“Twenty-five, top mercs, led by this guy. Georges Batroc.” Rumlow pulls up the photo of Batroc on the monitor and looks at you expectantly, making you roll your eyes.

Of course you’re the only one who actually looked through the files.

“Ex-DGSE, Action Division. He’s at the top of Interpol's Red Notice. Before the French demobilized him, he had thirty-six kill missions. The guy’s got a rep for maximum casualties.” you fill everybody in, although it was obvious most of the guys aren't listening. At least the Captain is.

“Hostages?” Steve questions you, but Rumlow cuts in.

“Mostly techs. One officer, Jasper Sitwell.” he shows his picture. You’ve seen Sitwell around headquarters, he seems pretty close with the STRIKE team. Not that you hang out much with them outside of mission, or at all for that matter. “They’re in the gallery.”

“What’s Sitwell doing on a launch ship?” Steve asks more to himself, and he has a point. “Alright, I’m gonna sweep the deck and find Batroc. Nat and Y/N, you’ll kill the engines and wait for instructions. Rumlow, you sweep aft, find the hostages, get them to the life-pots, get ‘em out. Let’s move.”

Yep, he’s definitely in Captain mode.

“Ay ay, Captain.” you salute with a smirk that mirrors Natasha’s while Steve gives you a fake annoyed look.

“STRIKE, you heard the Cap. Gear up.” Rumlow says but you’ve already started getting ready and stopped listening to him.

“Secure channel seven.” Steve says into his wrist communicator.

“Seven secure.” Natasha replies. “Did you do anything fun Saturday night?”

“Well, all the guys from my barbershop quartet are dead, so… No, not really.” Steve answers, making both you and Natasha laugh while the pilot lets you know that the drop zone is coming up.

“You know, if you ask Kristen out, from Statistics, she’d probably say yes.” you point out, exchanging a knowing glance with Natasha.

“That’s why I don’t ask.” he fires back

“Too shy or too scared?” Natasha pushes.

“Too busy!” He yells over the wind as the door opens and then he jumps. 

You and Natasha both roll your eyes and look at each other smiling, not needing to talk to understand the other.

You barely register Rumlow and Rollins commenting on Steve jumping without a parachute before grabbing one for yourself and jumping alongside Nat.

You and Natasha have known each other for a while now, all the way back since she was first brought in by Clint.

You trained with both of them, went on countless missions together (yes, including Budapest) and you would’ve been right by their side in New York if you hadn't been on an important undercover mission and had strict orders directly from Fury not to blow your cover.

After that you got assigned to the STRIKE team by Alexander Pierce, though you still have no idea why. But orders are orders so you’ve been working with the idiots ever since.

But you and Natasha are thankfully still pretty close and your down time is spent mostly with her, sometimes also visiting Clint and his family at his farm.

 Nat’s still annoyed at Clint about naming his only daughter after you, middle name but still, and not her. But to be fair, you have known Clint longer, a fact that always amuses both you and Clint to bring up.

You’ve just landed when you hear Rumlow saying “you seemed pretty helpless without me” to Steve.

“What about the nurse who lives across the hall from you?” Natasha says.

“Yeah, she seems nice.” you add.

“Secure the engines, then find me a date.” Steve says in his captain voice.

“We’re multitasking.” Nat tells him before turning to you. “you take port, I’ll take starboard and we’ll meet at the rendezvous point”

“Copy.” you say and make your way to the engine room on the right side of the ship. You start taking down guys and can hear Rumlow saying they’re ready in position.

Just as you finish with the last guy you hear Steve calling your name. “What’s your status?”

“Port engine room secure.” you answer.

“Good, make your way to help Rumlow with the hostages.”

“Roger that.” you can almost hear him groan in annoyance as you smile while following his orders.

“Natasha, what’s your status?” you can hear her grunt while she fights through the comms. “Status, Natasha?” 

“Hang on!” She says as she keeps fighting. “Starboard engine room secure.”

You hear Steve countdown from three and then the team moving in on the targets, you get to the rendezvous point just in time to see Rumlow rounding the corner with the hostages on his tail.

“Hostages en route to extradition.” he says in his comms as you look around for Natasha.

“Romanoff missed the rendezvous point, Cap. Hostiles are still in play.” you let Steve know while helping take care of the hostages.

“Natasha, Batroc’s on the move. Circle back to Y/N and protect the hostages.” he receives no answer and at this point you get a little worried. “Natasha!”

You want to go looking for her but you know better than to leave your post, and you’re also very aware that Natasha can take care of herself. 

So you keep protecting the hostages while listening intently to the comms where you can hear Steve fight, then you hear a voice you assume it’s Batroc’s talking French and are even more surprised to hear Steve answer back in French. Impressive.

You can hear him fighting again and then you finally hear Natasha’s voice but don’t pay too much attention to the conversation, bringing your entire focus on the hostages now that you know she’s okay. 

You’re helping people into the life-pods when you hear an explosion go off somewhere on the boat. You don’t even realize you’re holding your breath until you hear Natasha’s voice again and let it go, feeling even more relieved after hearing Steve too.

The ride back is very uncomfortable as you help Natasha with the minor injuries from the explosion, Steve refusing help and insisting that he’s fine, and in the mood he’s in you’re certainly not about to argue. 

As soon as the jet lands he stomps away angrily and you share a concerned look with Natasha, worried about what he’s gonna do next. 

You help Nat to the medbay and leave her there when she assures you she’s okay and to not make a fuss over her.

So you make your way to the usual conference room for debriefing but when you get there Rumlow very smugly assures you that you’re not needed at this meeting. 

You’re used to being left out of meetings with the STRIKE team and Pierce by now, since you’ve been forced to join you’ve been left out of more meetings that you’ve attended, but it still bothers you sometimes.

Still, at least you don’t have to spend too much time with those neanderthals. Not your circus, not your monkeys.

So you just make your way to the Armory to put away your gear and then the locker room to change and go home for what you think is gonna be the rest of the day.

-

A few hours later you find yourself in the hospital where the STRIKE team has been called in the middle of the night because, guess what? Someone tried to kill Director Fury. Or, as it turns out, succeeded. 

You’re behind Steve, Natasha and Hill alongside Rumlow and Sitwell, watching Fury flatlining and the doctors calling it.

You want to go with Nat to see Fury, be there for her knowing she cared about him as much as you do, but obviously Rumlow has to be a dick and order you to stay put. And, whether you like it or not, he’s your boss.

He rudely interrupts Nat and Steve’s conversation telling him they need him back at headquarters and you can already tell something’s suddenly off.

As much as Rumlow can be an asshole, he’s never been openly rude towards Steve.

You can hear Sitwell in your earpiece telling the team to bring Rogers in for questioning as he and Rumlow get closer.

“STRIKE, move it out.” he orders but you don't start moving until Steve’s by your side, giving him what you hope is a reassuring smile. 

When you get to the Triskelion Steve is taken to Pierce’s office and you get ordered to go to Forensics and check into the evidence found on the roof, then go to Operations Control and wait for there for further instructions, so you do. 

When you get to the control room you see Sitwell concentrated on a particular screen so you get close trying not to get noticed and see Steve fighting STRIKE and SHIELD agents in the elevator. 

You barely have time to understand what’s happening before he’s throwing himself off the elevator and lands on his shield near the entrance of the building. Thankfully Sitwell’s “Are you kidding me?” covered your quiet “holy shit.”

You’re in the room when Sitwell gives the orders to track down Rogers to all the Agents and when he’s done, you discreetly follow him and the rest of the STRIKE team out the room.

For a bunch of guys who work for a top secret organization they sure suck at knowing when they’re being followed. 

No one talks until they get to a deserted corridor. “Pierce is going to kill us. Rogers has the flash drive and can use it to find Zola. You fucked up big time letting him go.” Sitwell sounds pissed.

“Take it easy, four eyes.” Rumlow sounds just as angry “You’re not the one that got punched by a supersoldier.”

They keep talking about the flash drive and Steve and Pierce and Zola. That name sounds familiar but you can’t remember for the life of you where you heard it from.

Then it hits you.

Zola was a former Hydra scientist from World War II, turned ally when the war ended. Thank god the Howling Commandos were hot so you actually paid attention during that particular history class. 

You're about to turn away so you won’t risk getting caught eavesdropping when you hear your name being mentioned.

“Someone should keep an eye on her.” Sitwell says, making you worried of becoming the next Shield target, but Rumlow proceeds to ease your worries.

“That’s a waste of manpower. The whole reason she’s even on our team was so we could keep a closer eye on Rogers, but she just spends all her time with Romanoff.” 

So that’s why Pierce assigned you to the STRIKE team.

Yeah, you’re closer to Steve than most people but it’s not like you’re best friends, you sometimes hang out outside of work but most of your interactions are mission related.

You decide you've heard enough to kind of put together what’s going on, but there’s not much you can do to help Steve yet, not knowing where he is. So you stick to following the STRIKE team, praying that your absence in the control room goes unnoticed. 

STRIKE gets a hit on Steve’s location and you follow them in your car to a mall but think better than to follow them in, waiting patiently outside. 

After a few minutes you see Steve and Natasha in their not so well thought out undercover outfits and, once again, the Captain surprises you by hot-wiring a car. 

You follow them, more discreetly this time, knowing Natasha and Steve would be better at realizing they’re being followed. 

You get to an old army camp in Wheaton, New Jersey and are about to follow them in and make yourself known to them, but before you can get out of your car you hear the plan the STRIKE team has through your comms.

The idiots never even thought about using a different channel. Of course Rumlow would underestimate you this much. 

So you decide to drive deeper into the trees surrounding the camp to make sure you’re not visible and wait, knowing Steve and Natasha will need a fast getaway. 

You can do nothing more than watch as a missile hits the bunker and the helicopters start coming. You want to go and help them, make sure they're okay, but you will yourself to stay put and not give away your position. 

When you can faintly see Steve’s figure, almost running with what looks like Nat in his arms, you finally turn the car on and drive coming to a stop right in front of him and startling him to a stop on his tracks.

“Get in.” you urge him, and he seems wary of you, rightly so. “Come on, Cap, they can’t know I’m here!”

He seems to decide to risk trusting you and delicately sets an unconscious Nat down in the back seat before getting in the passenger’s seat.

As soon as his door is closed you drive away as fast as you can, heading back to Washington and you can feel Steve’s eyes on you.

“How do I know I can trust you?” he finally says after a minute of silence, his eyes never leaving you. “You’re part of them, after all.”

“I can see where you’re coming from, but trust me I’m not one of them.” You glance at him and you can tell that he’s not convinced yet, so you go on. “I didn’t even know who ‘them’ were before today. Apparently the reason Pierce assigned me to the STRIKE team was in hopes to get closer to you. He overestimated how close we actually are. If Natasha was awake right now she would tell you how much I hate working with those assholes… You can trust me.”

You take a look at the rearview mirror and see Natasha, but her relaxed face does nothing to ease your worries. 

Steve seems to pick up on your concerns as his features soften and, ever the hopelessly optimistic, he chooses to believe you.

“Okay,” he says, “what do we do now?”

“We have to get you somewhere safe” you check your mirrors as much as you can, making sure you’re not being followed “I don’t know any safehouses outside of Shield's radar. We need a place we can go that they know nothing about.”

“I have an idea.” he says, you glance at him and see him already looking at you, so you nod.

[milf-cinematic-universe]

“I can go anywhere I want, just not home.”

Relationships: Avengers x Reader (platonic)

Inspiration: my tears ricochet by taylor swift

GIF: @buckywiththegoodhair86​

Summary: You are a product of a HYDRA experiment. Years after being held captive by them, you are saved by SHIELD. You join the Avengers in hope of finding a family in them, but what are you supposed to do when they don’t treat you the way you expected them to?

Warnings: angst w/o happy ending, allusions to suicidal thoughts, death, bullying

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“You’re joining the Avengers.”

“What?” you blurted out, staring at Nick Fury with nothing but pure incredulity in your eyes. “With all due respect, I’ve barely been here for a day, Mister Fury.”

“Please, just call me Fury,” the director of SHIELD sighed in exasperation. “Drop that habit of adding titles before people’s names, Y/L/N.”

“Sorry. I can’t help it, you know. I’ve had to do it for the entirety of my time with HYDRA,” you responded. “Still, don’t you think that it’s a little bit too... soon for me to be joining the Avengers?”

“Nonsense,” Fury immediately shut you down. “Your ability to manipulate the elements, along with your resourcefulness, will be beneficial to the team. You’re joining them whether you like it or not.”

“I know that you’re worried, Y/N,” he continued, his tone softening significantly, “but I really believe that joining the Avengers would be a good choice for you.”

“I trust your judgement, Fury,” you offered with a small smile. “I just don’t trust the people.”

“They’re good people, Y/L/N,” Fury assured. “You’ll do great there.”

“I know. They’re Earth’s mightiest heroes,” you told him. “Fine. I’ll give it a shot... but only because I technically owe you a favour for saving me.”

“Thank you. I know this is difficult for you.”

You hummed in affirmation, following Fury as he led you out of his office and consequently into your new life.

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Fury was wrong.

Well, he wasn’t entirely wrong. Joining the Avengers had been a good thing. It’d helped you clear out some of the red that you had gotten on your ledger during your time with HYDRA. However, the Avengers certainly didn’t seem to think the same. If anything, they detested you to their very core.

When you first moved to the compound, the Avengers avoided you like the plague. But, if they were so unfortunate as to bump into you, they would glare daggers at you until you were out of their sight. At first, you’d told yourself that it was alright, that they would eventually warm up to you. You had been a HYDRA assassin, after all. Their hostility towards you was rather understandable.

But things never got better. If anything, they got worse.

Slowly, their hostility began to intensify. It ranged from Steve forgetting to cook you meals (when he cooked for the entire team) to Natasha purposely sabotaging you on missions by violently slamming you into walls or tripping you. You’d tried to raise your annoyance to them a couple of times, but they always brushed you off coldly, telling you that you were overthinking things.

So, now, there you stood in front of Fury, a resignation letter in hand.

“I’m sorry, Fury, but I can’t do it anymore,” you told him, finality evident in your voice. “I’ve tried my best to tolerate their malevolence but it’s been going on for months and… and I’m done.”

“I’m truly sorry that they treated you that way, Y/N,” Fury apologised, a regretful look in his eye. “If I had known that they would—”

“No,” you quickly interjected. “Joining the Avengers was a good thing. Don’t regret telling me to do so. It’s their fault for treating me like utter scum.”

“Where are you going to go now? What will you do?” Fury inquired curiously.

“I don’t know,” you responded honestly. “I guess I didn’t really think that there’d be a day where I will be free.”

“I can get you an apartment somewhere in New York and secure you a job, ” Fury offered.

“That’d be nice, Fury, but you’ve already done so much for me.”

“I don’t mind doing more,” he assured you. “You deserve a break.”

You immediately broke into a small smile.

“Thank you,” you breathed out, gratitude written all over your face. In the blink of an eye, your arms were around Fury, locking him in a warm embrace. “Thank you.”

“You’re lucky you’re not someone else,” he mumbled, earning a chuckle from you as you pulled away. “Take care, Y/N.”

“I will, Fury.”

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“Tell us what the code is, or else I’ll kill her.”

“Okay, okay! Just… stop aiming at her for now,” Tony exclaimed frantically as he struggled against the ropes binding him to the chair. All around him, Steve, Natasha, Sam, and Bucky were also tied to chairs and rendered useless.

The masked man cackled maniacally before aiming the gun away from Natasha’s forehead.

“Don’t tell him the code, Tony,” Natasha rasped out. “Don’t.”

“How noble of you, sacrificing yourself so that I won’t have access to his technology,” the man taunted. “But, I think you’re forgetting that I have all of you tied up here. If I wanted the code, I’ll just kill all of you one by one until Stark crumbles under the pressure and tells me the code.”

“Depends on whether you have enough bullets,” a foreign voice piped in from behind. Turning around, the man narrowed his eyes when he realised just who it was.

You.

“I see that you’ve returned, Y/L/N,” he growled. “How was your life as a journalist?”

“Pretty good, actually,” you hummed. “Fury chose the right job for me.”

“That’s good to hear, but you’re still going to die,” the man snarled, pulling the trigger.

“Y/L/N!” Sam and Natasha cried out, but you remained unfazed, simply staring at the perpetrator with a raised eyebrow. His eyes widened to the size of saucers when no bullet emerged from the tip of his gun. Angrily, he pulled the trigger again, but still no bullet came for you.

Feigning a look of surprise, you reached into your pocket and pulled out six unused bullets, dropping all of them in front of him in a taunting manner.

“It’s funny how you were the one who conducted the experiments back when I was still with HYDRA, and yet you always forget that I have powers,” you said.

In the blink of an eye, the HYDRA agent was pinned against the wall by an invisible force. You let out a breath of laughter as he struggled.

“Let me go!” he commanded repeatedly. “You’ll regret this!”

“I can assure you I won’t,” you told him as you picked up the gun he dropped and loaded it with the bullets you stole. “Any last words?”

Without waiting for a response, you shot him right between his eyes and let his body crumple to the ground. Moving quickly, you went to release the Avengers from the ropes binding them.

“How the hell did you even know where we were, Y/L/N?” Natasha rasped out.

“Most people usually thank the people who save their lives, you know,” you said. “You’re all over the news. Everyone was talking about the Avengers being taken, and I knew where HYDRA’s last base was, so here I am.”

“Well, thank you, Y/N,” Steve said sincerely.

“Oh, we’re on the first name basis now, Captain?” you gasped in mock surprise. “Because the last time I saw you, you wanted absolutely nothing to do with me.”

“Why’d you save us then?” Bucky piped in. “Did you want a favour?”

“First of all, Mister Soldier, I do not need favours from anyone,” you retorted. “Secondly, can’t I just save you out of good will?”

When Natasha let out a grunt of pain, you knew your banter with them had to end.

“Well, you’d better return to the compound and get her some medical assistance,” you pointed out, motioning towards the struggling redhead. “I have a quinjet waiting outside.”

“How do we know that we can trust you?” Bucky demanded skeptically.

“You’ve had more than two years to figure that out,” you snapped, finally unable to tolerate their endless questioning. “I am being very kind even offering to bring you back to the compound. Do not test my patience.”

They all fell silent, reluctantly following you as you led them to the quinjet you’d arrived in. In less than two hours, you’d landed outside the compound. As you got up from the pilot’s seat, you realised that most of them had succumbed to their exhaustion, with only Natasha barely awake.

“Come on,” you said softly, gently putting Natasha’s arm over your shoulders and making sure that you didn’t aggravate her injuries whilst helping her up. “I’ll wake them later.”

“Why are you helping us?” Natasha queried, her voice barely above a whisper. “We treated you like shit.”

“I know,” you breathed. “But you were the closest thing I had to a family, and I just wanted to see you all one last time.”

“One last time?” Natasha repeated. “What do you mean?”

“I’m sick,” you finally admitted as you reached the medical bay. “I won’t live to see next year.”

“What?” Natasha blurted out.

“Seems like having superpowers doesn’t stop you from inheriting cancer,” you sighed, giving Natasha a sad smile. “My mother had lung cancer, and I’m just as unlucky.”

“Tony can probably help you, you know,” Natasha tried to help. “His technology is beyond this world—”

“It’s the final stage,” you admitted. “The doctor said I have less than a month left. If I had started treatment earlier than maybe I would have a chance with Stark’s tech, but it doesn’t matter anymore.”

“What do you mean it doesn’t matter?” Natasha demanded as you helped patch her wound. “Do you not want to live?”

“Not since I got taken by HYDRA, no,” you replied. “Don’t give me that disapproving look. You know damn well you guys didn’t help.”

“I…” Natasha trailed off before lowering her voice, switching to a tone of remorse. “I’m really sorry.”

“A bit too late for that, hm?” You hummed. “It’s okay. I came to terms with it a long time ago. I’ll get to see my parents again anyway.”

“Is there anything we can do to help?” Natasha inquired, her eyes shining with concern. “Tell us. We’ll help you.”

“Stop getting yourself into trouble. I’d rather live the rest of my living days in peace,” you deadpanned, shaking your head. “Will you be able to handle this wound alone? I am going to wake the rest.”

Natasha nodded, and you left immediately, heading back to the quinjet and waking the other Avengers from their deep slumber. However, by the time they were all fully awake and aware of their surroundings, you were gone. Back in the medical bay, Natasha watched wistfully as you jumped from rooftop to rooftop, fading into the dark of the night.

[nickeverdeen]

MCU masterlist

Match-ups:

Peter Quill

Peter Parker 1

Shuri

Peter 1 #2

Peter 1

Peter 3

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Fics

James Hook (Rise of Red):

Pirates and Prejudice (and dragons): GN!Dragon Rider!Reader (Complete!)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5(End)

Flower Scars Soulmate AU:

Bleeding Flowers Part 1

Wilting Flowers Part 2

Oneshots:

Lip Balm

Stolen Kiss

Hooked

You must be a pirate

Dry Hands (this one is the best)

Sword Fight

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Relationship Headcanons

Hand Kissing Headcanons

Telling them you’re on your period (+ Hades & Morgie)

Height Difference

James Hook x Reader Song Inspo

Hades (Rise of Red):

Death and Rebirth: Phoenix!GN!Reader

Part 1

Part 2

Fire and Fury: Anger issues!Hades

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Part 2

Oneshots:

I (Don’t) Like Valentine’s Day

Singe Marks

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Telling them you’re on your period (+ Hook & Morgie)

Golden Flowers

Uliana:

Lobotomy

Morgie Le Fay:

What is love?(Baby don’t hurt me) Love Clueless!Morgie x GN!Reader

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Golden Retreiver

Chapstick

You’re Perfect

Germ Kisses

I Miss You

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Walking Together

Confessions

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I’ll Wait

I Know You Do

Fab 5 (Uliana, Morgie, Hook, Hades, and Maleficent):

Trauma Candy Salad

To Become a Villain (A Morgie Ficlet)

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Pt.1 Pajamas + answering the door

Pt.2 Sleeping Headcanons

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How much do they hoard?

What Bird would they be?

How much money do they have?

Where are they ticklish?

Fab Five x reader (individually):

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(Platonic)What They Gift You

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Where they’re insecure about affection

Harry Hook:

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Hook’s Lines

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March (Fields of Mistria):

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Your Hands are Freezing

Secret Santa

5 times you and March share an indirect kiss, and 1 time it wasn’t:

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You wanna kiss me so bad

Even the Best Need Sleep

What makes you so special?

FoM Bachelors (+Olric) as Ouran Highschool Host Club members!

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Medical Injuries | Teen Avenger Reader

Summery - Y/N is rescued and fights with her mother.

Pairs - Nick Fury x daughter! Reader | Avengers x Teen! Reader (platonic)

Warnings - Abusive mother, yelling, fighting, injuries, Not proof read

Published - 13 March, 2022

Y/N sat in an eerie silence. Their eyes repeatedly shifting to the door when faint footsteps went past her locked patted room.

There were 4 objects in the room besides a concreted jail cell like bed. A handball, a cold dished plate, a pair of shoes and a broken head piece.

The one the guard smashed with his leather shoe after he and several other men had forcefully thrown you into this dull, small room.

The kidnapped avenger laid their back against the floor, their legs pressed against the wall as they reached for the blue and orange handball. The design was like a small rubber basketball that was bouncy and easy to catch.

They felt exhausted. At least 18 hours had passed since the reader had slept. The first few of which were spent in anger and trying to beat the door down. By the 7, they had seated on the floor, panicked, as they went through a practically bad one.

Around the 9, Y/N started to cry as she begged for whomever had her to let her go. But gave up when rubbing the tears from their eyes became painful. They learned that either the people who were watching had seen through you manipulation or didn’t care that you were crying, that they maybe even found it amusing.

By the 12, they had started to scratch at their arms, in an attempt to make them bleed, hoping a guard would come to stop them in which she would try to escape. Nothing.

And for the last 35 hours, they had been sitting in the same position, waiting for anything remotely interesting to occur.

You didn’t even know where you were. Nor did the other Avengers. Probably.

‘Fury is going to have everyone here throats riped out.’

Soft scratching came into earshot, though progressively got louder.

An ear shattering scream broke the somewhat peaceful atmosphere. It had caused you to flinch, and your breathing to become shaky.

You attempted to stand, but your legs were numb. You sat on your knees till fighting noises erupted from out side you door and across the facility.

You grabbed your shoes and slide them back on. You were in the process of tying the second one when something loud hit the door.

The sound repeated and it flew of his hinges. Bucky poked his head through the door, and grinned when he noticed you.

“Found them.”



Several hours had passed, and now you were in the medical bay at the Avengers tower. You were roped up on pain killers cause during the escape, you had been stabbed with a broken chunk of metal.

“Hi Fury!” You greeted as he stepped through the automatic opening doors.

“Kid.”

“Thought you said you would keep her safe.”

“Please don’t start.”

“She isn’t dead. And she’s back with us.”

“As her father, she shouldn’t be let out of your sights.” You mother proclaimed, anger seething through her teeth.

“It was my own fault, I strayed from the plan and got caught. I couldn’t even get myself out of the mess I created.”

“Don’t sell yourself short Y/N, you were merely looking for a less dangerous solution.”

“She’s 14! She shouldn’t even be allowed to fight crime and play fucking hero Nick!”

Your mother mother threw her arms in disbelief, her hand almost hitting your face.

You father sighed. “She has proven herself more than capable of protecting herself and others. You’re making her out to be some form of damsel in distress.”

“She got stabbed!”

“It could’ve ended worse.”

“You are only further proving my point!”

“Stop fighting! Mom! Fury is right! I can take care of myself! I kept Spider-Man from being killed and Tony from being taken! You don’t listen! I want to help people!” Your breathing quickened and it felt like your head was going to explode.

“Do not yell at your mother!”

“Though you really aren’t like one. Nothing I do is ever good enough for you. You work a shitty 9 to 5 job! Fury is the director of S.H.E.I.L.D and he is still more proud of me than you have ever been in my entire life!” Tears were pouring down you face.

Years of built up rejection took a toll on you. It’s probably why you pushed yourself so hard or why always though you weren’t enough. It was stressful and felt like boarder line torture.

“He takes time of his day to make sure I’ve eaten or slept enough or to check how my studies are going! You pretend like I don’t exist and complain when I do anything wrong! I can’t fucking breath without you making it about yourself!”

“I make a friend, you complain saying that I’ll get distracted and waste my future! I do bad on one test and you yell at me about how I’m not good enough and that I’m the family disappointment! You hate m-“

Your mother blows a painful slap to your cheek. You go quiet, knowing what was about to happen.

“You ungrateful bitch. After everything I have ever done for you, you complain!? Your life isn’t fucking hard!”

You stay quiet, trying to silent the small whimpers your throat doesn’t stop to make.

“That’s enough! I will not tolerate you abusing my child. I want you out of the tower and back to your shitty apartment. I want you out of their lives and for good.”

Fury had grabbed your mother by the arm and dragged her towards the door letting her go and closing the heavy door in her face.

She tried to protest but he ignored her.

“You alright kid?”

You had pulled your knees up to your chest as you hooded meekly, eyes lids feeling heaving.

“Do you want me to get Peter for you?”

“In a bit.” You voice was small and hoarse. Either from the crying or the yelling. Probably both.

Fury stayed quiet for a few moments. “Want anything? Food? A more comfortable bed? A hug even?”

“A hug please…” your voice was almost inaudible. Your breathing still rigged.

Fury sat on the bed and wrapped his arms around you shoulders. You followed. You laid your head in between his neck and shoulder.

What felt like a comfortable few hours was only a few minutes.

“I love you dad.”

A small smile broke onto his face, his grip tightening.

“I love you too, kid.”

[teacupcollector]

My Missing Piece - Part 1

Avengers x Autistic Reader, 

Eventual Peter Parker x Autistic Reader

Main Masterlist Series Masterlist

Summary - After harsh words are said by the Avengers you decide to put your powers to the test and forget everything about them. With only a note of where to go you can only hope that this Peter person can help you figure out what really happened.

Warning: A lot of angsts, discrimination towards a person with autism. A/N: This is not how all autistic people act. I am only going off of my own experience since I also have Autism.

It wasn’t suppose to turn out this way. You were suppose to interrogate the target and get information on the missing S.H.I.E.L.D files, but instead in a moment of frustration your powers became uncontrollable and you made him forget that he was a Hydra agent entirely. 

You knew you could bring their memories back but you hadn’t gotten that far in your training and it would most likely take months to even begin perfecting it. After this mishap you were immediately rushed into a meeting with Nick Fury and it didn’t go well. Though he didn’t raise his voice much you could still hear the extreme anger in his tone. So here you are now sitting in a spinny chair but staying deadly still.  “I’m sorry Mr. Fury... I just... I got frustrated a-” “Getting frustrated isn’t an excuse! When you feel that way you leave the room!” He says sternly but you shake your head. “No one was there with me! Our target is very slippery I knew I couldn’t leave him alone!” You exclaim. This makes Fury pause. “Are you saying Agent Romanoff wasn’t with you?” He asks. You wince when he says this. This was only your second time interrogating someone and Natasha was suppose to be shadowing you but instead she left you by yourself because she had to do other things. Things that included Dr. Banner and a bed. You said you wouldn’t say anything and keep it on the down low but here you are with your loose lips blabing about it. “I asked you a question Agent (Y/L/N) I expect an answer!” You shake your head. “Uh... No She wasn’t present during this Interrogation...” You answer slowly. Fury looked like he was going to blow a fuse. He immediately went to the phone that was hanging on the wall and spoke to it over the intercom. “Agent Romanoff! You are needed in conference room 7. Get your ass here now!” He says and angrily  hangs up the phone and paces back to you. In reality it isn’t the first time a member of the Avengers have left you to fend for yourself. You don’t know why but you haven’t exactly clicked with any of them. Maybe Loki when he visits and sometimes Bucky but they both weren’t much of a talker and then there is the sweetheart Peter Parker He is close to your age actually and you both bond over many things. There was one time Steve was suppose to walk you through a report you were writing but never showed up to where you were suppose to meet. This forced you to write the report yourself. You ended up missing a lot of information and had a really angry team/Fury to deal with. There was one time Tony was suppose to update your stealth suit for a mission because you had gained a few pounds in muscle but he never got around to it and it tore mid mission and ultimately got you captured. The team had to save you which they were obviously not happy about. There was another time where you were sparing and you were suppose to spar within your experience and weight class, but instead of being paired up with Peter as usual they set you up with Thor. It lead to a dislocated shoulder and a sprained ankle. Thor didn’t go easy on you either. You didn’t want to look like a wimp so you relocated your shoulder by yourself and wrapped your ankle. Even with precautions you messed up on the mission the next day due to your injuries. There are other times but you need to focus on what Fury is saying. As you snap back to reality you hear the conference door open and see Natasha walk inside. Her hair was slightly frizzy and her face slightly flushed but you chose not to look at her any further. Fury pointed to a chair and she sat in said chair. Fury paces for a moment and you can feel Natasha’s stare in the side on your head. Fury pauses and looks between the two of you before ultimately facing Natasha. “Where were you today Agent Romanoff?” He asks and Natasha keeps a level head as she says. “I was assisting Agent (Y/L/N) with her interrogation.” Fury lets out a laugh. “Really? Because that is not what Agent (Y/L/N) says.” He says pointing to you. You find you curling into yourself as you also feel Natasha’s gaze on you. “And the cameras definitely say different!.” He says pointing to the camera feed that popped up  on the screen.  “Now tell me Agent Romanoff because I am not stupid, and you are a bad fucking liar after your dick appointments.” If you looked up you would see Natasha's shocked look as well as a blush spreading over her face. “I... I was busy. It won’t happen again Fury...” She says and Fury snaps saying. “Agent Fury to you. Now we need to discuss how to make sure this won’t happen again so!” He says as he turns off the projector. “I have decided that you both are suspended until further notice.” “Agent Fury I wasn’t the one who erased that targets mind!” Natasha exclaims as she walks side-by-side with Fury. “Yes but you were suppose to be watching over Agent (Y/L/N) which you failed to do.” “Bu-” “Do not question my choices agent... You may be good on the field at persuading the enemy but don’t think for a moment you can change my mind.” He says turning toward her. “Now for the last time you are dismissed.” He says and turns walking back in the direction he was going. Natasha turns to see you exiting the conference room and gives you a harsh glare before walking away. You sigh as you shut the door behind you. You decide to head to your room being sure to avoid everyone. Once you get to your room you sigh before walking in and shutting the door. “Hey Friday?” You ask “Yes Miss” Even Friday seems to dislike you but that is probably how Tony coded it. “Could you lock my room? I don’t want anyone coming in.” Friday responds with. “Per Mr. Starks request you are not allowed to lock your door.” You looked shocked. “What why?” You ask. “I am told not to respond to that question.” You sigh and walk over to your desk. You grab your journal from the desk drawer and begin to write the events of today. It wasn’t a diary really it was more of a log. You have had multiple journals throughout your life. Sometimes you would make yourself forget bits and pieces of your life but keeping a journal always helped you remember. It was around dinner time that you finished writing and you decided to head down to the kitchen to get something to eat. For other members of the Avengers they would get a call from Jarvis that dinner is ready but for some reason you don’t. As you are walking to the kitchen you hear voices talking. You decide to stay hidden and listen. 

“So you are saying that she got you suspended? What the fuck?” You hear the voice of Tony. 

“Yeah because she can’t seem to do anything by herself. Like my god! She is so- I don’t even know words to describe her!” The voice of Natasha. 

“Yes she seems to be getting in a lot more trouble recently.” You hear Steve’s voice.

“Maybe she wouldn’t get in trouble if you guys actually helped her...” You hear the murmur of Bucky’s voice but they seem to ignore that comment and continue to gossip.

“She is surely turning into a liability then an asset at this point.” You hear Thor’s voice. “On Asgard the weak were never introduced as warriors so I don’t understand how she came to claim the title of Avenger” This hurt you to hear him say this.

“I read her file and she did some fucked up shit.” You hear Tony say. You freeze and try to keep yourself from gasping.

“What did she do?” Natasha asked. 

“She made her parents forget about her and then erased her own memories.” Tony says.  “Oh yeah so I bet she pulled the ‘Trauma’ card before I went and talked to Fury... She should have been kicked off the team by now. We all have trauma” Natasha said. Your eyes begin to well up with tears because that is not what happened.

“Honestly the only reason she is on the team is so we can keep watch.” Steve says. “Why do you say that?”  Tony asks. “She barely knows any combat skills, she sucks on the field, she has no control over her powers. She is basically handicapped.” Steve responds and suddenly there is a loud voice entering the room “How dare you say that! She is just a child!” It sounds like Loki this time. “What? It’s true. She can’t pull the Autism card every time something gets tough.” Tony says.  “You have no idea what she has gone through! You don’t have a right to sa-” Loki gets cut off by Natasha. “We all have been through shit Loki and we know how to cope. She doesn’t. She shouldn’t be on this team if she is going to be so stupid all the time. I mean her rocking back and forth, the weird thing she does with her fingers, claiming that certain textures hurt her skin. I mean she is so ungrateful!” Natasha exclaims. You are beginning to hyperventilate because everything she is saying is true but you can’t help it. “Remember the last time she went to the theater room with us? She began crying because it was to loud and left. Then one time I went into her room to find all her sheets and bedding on the floor.” Tony says seemingly more irritated  at the last part. “I spent a lot of money on that and she ended up getting some cheap bullshit from Walmart because it was “to itchy” Like come on.” “Guys you need to stop treating her like shit!” Bucky exclaims. “Don’t get me started on her stupid journals, Unless it is a mission or a meeting she is always carrying them around.” Thor says with a laugh. “She needs those! She forgets sometimes an-” Bucky gets cut off by Natasha. “See! She is more of a danger to herself! It took us forever to get her to remember us the last time like Jesus Christ. We should have kicked her to the curb...” Natasha finishes “She is literally retar-” Suddenly there is a shattering of glass but you decide not to stick round and quickly run to your room and slams the door. Your breathing is heavy and your heart won’t slow down. You grip your hair trying to find some relief in the head ache you accumulated from holding your tears for so long. Sobs rip themselves from your mouth and you begin to get painful hiccups. You just want the pain to stop. So you decide to fix that. You begin running around your room grabbing two duffle bags one for clothes and the other for keepsakes such as past journals you have filled up, some stuffed animals, etc. You collect everything Avengers related including the Journals that involve them. You grab your metal trash bin and go to the bathroom that is connected to your bedroom and throw it all in the bin. You place the bin in the bath tub before getting a lighter. You rip a page from one of your Journals and light it on fire before tossing it in the bin. The things inside the bin begin to burn and you quickly leave the bathroom and grab a pen from your desk. You begin to write on a small sheet of paper that says: “Go to (Peter Parkers Address). Ask for Peter you can trust him. Don’t trust the Avengers. Don’t tell them that you are there.” 

You slide that into your pocket and then right on your hand : “Check your pockets” 

You then leave your room and decide to take the stairs running down the building as fast as you could. Once you get down to the street you quickly try and get as far away from the building as possible. Once you are far away enough you step into an alley way and sit down. You sigh and close your eyes. This isn’t the first time you have erased your memories, most of the time it was by accident. You have never deliberately erased you memories but first time for everything I guess. You begin to focus on each memory. Your head begins to burn as you cry out in pain. Slowly they all fade away as you fall over and pass out. 

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