#okay maybe not wanda vision or loki

[agentidiot]

i haven’t seen the marvels yet but im already angry about cis hetero men using it as an example of mcu downfall

[notlhecxzsa]

Wings - N.R

An angel on earth? Sounds very impossible for the avengers, especially to Natasha who doesn't believe that god exists, but the most impossible that had happened was what Natasha felt. Love.

Warnings 🚫: None.

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Natasha's POV:

"An angel?" I ask, disbelief and amusement is lacing through my voice, as Fury debrief us on a new mission.

"Yes, Romanoff, it was last seen in russia, we don't know where as we can't find it, but we know it's just in the perimeters in some parts of ohio." Fury explained once again.

"How can you say it's an angel? Does it have wings?" Tony ask, genuinely confused like me.

"It is, but words are not enough, so i brought the video. Friday, can you show them the video i inserted earlier?" Fury said, in wich the a.i commanded to.

A video was shown to us, and we watched it with full of disbelief, but i know we're all amuse by this. It was caught from a CCTV, flying around, and walking on some part of russia, clearly looking lost, it seems like she's a girl, but i can't really guess as it's slightly blurry.

"How can you be so sure that it's really an angel, or that video is real, and not just edited by some random person?" Vision ask, completely not believing what he is seeing.

"Do you think we didn't scanned it all over and checked it twice if it's real or not, Vision? If it's not real, i wouldn't have come here to waste my time. Now suit up, we don't have time, we have an angel to get." Fury said in a hurry, and called Steve, maybe to debrief him because he's the captain.

We all went to our own rooms to change, and pack the things that we would need until we found this angel.

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"Are you sure that it's here, Stark?" I heard Steve whispered on the comms.

We're now here at an abandoned building, somewhere in russia. It's out first day here, not wanting to waste our time, we decided to start looking. But, i know, many of us are just too excited to see the winged creature.

I mean, we know gods are real. But, we've never seen an angel, so...

"Yes, i see the radiation and heat, and it's not very human. It's all alone, just keep moving forward, then take left when you're at the end." I heard Tony said, once again through comms, but i payed no mind on his instructions, as sometimes he could be wrong, plus, its like my feet have their own brain, its moving where it wants to be.

Tony, Wanda, Vision are on the air, while me, Steve, Sam, Bucky and Peter are inside the building where Stark and Vision had detected something. Thor and Loki are not here, since something came up in Asgard.

An unfamiliar quiet sniffle stopped me from walking, as my head whipped around on the direction where it came from. Walking slowly, not making any sounds, i heard the sniffles turned louder, following by a shuffling.

I stopped at the end corner, taking deep breaths before walking left. And my breath caught on my throat as soon as i saw a girl, curled up in ball, wearing a white dress, with gold lacing through it, she has no shoes or slippers to cover up her feet, and it actually looks sore and have cuts already.

I can't clearly see her face, because of her long hair covering her face. She has a pale skin and-.

Oh shit.

I was snapped out off of my trance as soon as i realized and saw her looking at me. Pale white skin, pink plump lips, that is wobbling and quivering, a well defined small cute nose, and god, those deep brown eyes. She's looking at me with full of fear and confusion.

My face turned into a frown when i didn't see any wings, where's the fucking wings?

Maybe she's not the angel?

"Hey..." I started, taking a step forward but soon stopped when i saw her afraidly shuffled backwards. "It's okay, i won't hurt you, okay?..." I was again, met by silence as she kept scanning me through her lashes, knees buckled up to her chest, with her arms hugging it.

"My name's Natasha, Natasha Romanoff, and im here to help you..." I said ever so gently, then trying to take a step forward, but, this time, thankfully, she didn't backed away, so i took it as an advantage to reach out my arms, but still not invading her personal space.

"Your feet is bruised, and it's clear that you need help, is it okay to touch you? Don't worry, i won't do anything, i just need to touch you so i can help you..." I explained softly, looking at her with gentle eyes and a small smile, reaching out my hand more as i took another step.

I saw her look to my hands, then my face, trying to contemplate if ever i mean any harm or not, i just wish im doing a good job on being soft and gentle as this is the first time im ever like this.

"M-my n-name's Y/n..." Oh god, her voice, i felt myself so lulled at it.

"Oh wow, that's a very beautiful name, Y/n..." At that, i caught the blushed on her face, but thought nothing out of it, so i continued, "Okay, how about i carry you to where we are going, or do you want to walk instead? Don't worry, we're just gonna go to my friends so they can treat you wounds, they're nice, they can be noisy and annoying, but they're nice." I said as i pulled a face, which i think made her snort a laugh a little.

"Now, come on, Y/n. Would you like to come with me?" I ask softly, with encouraging eyes and smile. I saw wheels running through her mind, a few seconds her eyes flash a glint of something trustful.

I smiled, as i saw her hands reach up to mine slowly, but it was soon stopped, and we're both startled when the loud boom of Tony's voice called my name.

"Aye! Romanoff! What are you- Oh..." The realization soon hit her, and i look back at Y/n, silently cursing Tony under my breath as i saw her all curled up again.

"Is that the angel?" Tony ask so casually, walking over to us.

My head snapped at his direction, glaring at him, and putting a hand up to stop him from walking, which he did. I look back again at Y/n, my hand is still in the air.

"Hey, hey, it's okay, it's just my friend... I told you they can be noisy and all annoying, but they're nice. Come on, Y/n, you don't have to be scared, don't worry, I'll stay by your side if you want me to." I said gently, to make her look up, which i successfully did.

She look at Tony, who sent her a smile, and me, who smiled softly at her.

"There you go, see, he's nice...Now come on, here..." I said, and stop myself mid sentence to take my shoes off, and show it infront of her. "Wear this so your feet won't hurt." I said, and she frowned.

"W-what a-about you? You-you're feet w-will hurt..." She said, and before i can answer i look at Tony and sent him a small nod, which he returned with one before flying off.

"No, don't worry about me, i have socks, now come on, it's getting abit dark and it's cold here, don't you think so?" I said, reaching up my hand for her to take.

"I- uh, i don't k-know how t-to put those o-on...." She quietly that i can barely even hear it.

"Oh, it's okay i can help you. Can i touch you?" I ask, and i smiled when i received a nod.

She stretched out her foots, until it's enough for me to put the shoes on. I carefully put it on her, trying not to hurt her because of the bruises.

The idea of finding the angel is now long gone, all i want is to get her out of here, save her and give her what she needs.

"There you go.." I said softly, slightly chuckled when i saw how big it is compared to her feet.

"It's big..." She said and wiggled her feet, which made me laugh and think about how cute it is.

"It is, isn't it? Now, let's go, Y/n, we've got to get going." I said, and stand up then reach out my hand for her to take, which she took.

The moment our skin touched, i felt how soft and smooth her skin, but the sudden small electric wave can't be unnoticed by me. Instead of overthinking it, i just lead us to where the quinjet is.

My left hand is on her lower back, and i was holding her hands with my right hand. I can tell that she need some support, so i just let her lean on me. But, i can't help but worry on how much her feet might have hurt, so without thinking, i ask her,

"Do you want me to carry you?" I ask, stopping our walk.

"W-what- i-, n-no, it's umm, it's fine, im fine." She stuttered, but i picked her up either way, causing her to let out a squeal.

Continuing our walk, ignoring the slight pain that the ground is causing my feet. She's surprisingly not that heavy, and i can't feel any wings on her back either, making me think again, if ever she's the angel or not. Choosing not to ask her, not wanting to make her uncomfortable, i continued walking towards the quinjet, where the team are waiting for me.

"Look, there they are..." I said to Y/n, causing her to look at the team, who is looking at us.

I saw her cheeks burned, and put her head on my shoulder, avoiding my friend's gaze.

"It's okay, they won't hurt you, i promise. I'm here, I'll stay by your side.

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No one's POV:

1 month.

It has now been 1 month since they took you in, you stayed in a cell in the first 2 weeks, but with your harmless and innocent actions proved them that you brought no harm to them, especially to Natasha.

From the very first day you were brought in to the SHIELD facility, she tried everything in her power to not let Fury lock you in, but unfortunately, he's the director, and she knows he's just doing what needs to done. She didn't even know why she wouldn't want you being all locked up like a prisoner as she didn't even know a single thing about you, but something inside her bubbled with protection at the thought of you.

Natasha had always been there with you, just like how she promised. It made you more comfortable around her, making her almost the closest thing you have, after you watch with your own eyes how the devil killed your family.

They always tried to take some words out of you, asking here and there if you're an angel, as they don't want to make you take a medical test, as you are still clearly inside a traumatic phase. They can see it by how you act, the way you flinched, and get scared easily was enough to make Natasha's heart break, it even almost made Fury soft.

You gave them no answer, you gave them zero answer to all of their so many questions. Afraid that they would do something bad to you, because that all you felt, as soon as your parents put you in that pod and landed here, you have no one to protect you.

Here, on this planet, you're not the princess who you used to be, you're a complete stranger from the other side of the universe, a complete naive stranger who knows nothing about the human beings, an angel who were hidden by her royalty parents, in order to 'protect' you from the cruelness of the multiverse.

You felt completely alone, almost as lost.

But, with Natasha by your side, you felt safe, comfortable. With Natasha by your side, you didn't felt lonely, she even made you smile and laugh with her corny dad jokes. She taught you so many things, even the board games you both always played whenever you two would always hangout, which is everyday.

Well, Natasha being Natasha, who is a like a daughter to Fury, he commanded Natasha's wish on becoming you guard, helper, guidance and all. Fury saw how you were whenever you're with Natasha, so he knows that agreeing with Natasha's wishes was not a bad idea.

You identity is still hidden, even to Natasha, but you know that sooner or later, you are gonna tell her who you are. I mean, she's been a really great company- friend to you, she's always there for you, and she showed no harm or any signs of betrayal to you, so you know that in any other way, you could trust her with your life.

Now, in the present time, you're with Natasha, getting ready to go to the 'amusement park', saying she wants you to have fun, as you were lock in a four walls for 2 weeks, but, mostly and truthfully, she wants you to have fun, she wants to hear you laugh and smile more, she wants you to discover more things.

She almost felt bad when she heard that you know nothing about amusement parks, i mean, you clearly know nothing, as you were always lock up in your room at the castle you lived. With guards and maids always following you and all, the places you go are limited, you're almost not allowed to go anywhere far without your parents.

"You ready to go, detka?" The red head asked you with a smile, eyeing you up and down, almost making you shrink down with the way she looks at you.

You're wearing a denim high waisted shorts, and Natasha's hoodie, which is big compared to your body, it was almost hiding your hands, and it all the way down to you upper knee, and a converse high tops. You always steal her clothes, even though she already buy you enough clothes- which you are very thankful for- you can't help but feel more comfortable with hers, and ofcourse, Natasha lets you, she always thought about you it looked better on you than it did to her.

"Yes, all ready!" You said excitedly, slightly jumping on your toes.

"Okay, come on, i already started the car." She stated, reaching out her hand for you to take which you did.

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The night to the amusement park is full of joy, happiness and laughter, with Natasha being your favorite game player on game booths. The both of you would play games here and there, but unfortunately for you, you always lose, that's why she decided to take it in her own hands to play it, which ended, thankfully, very well. She won all the prizes you wanted, and ofcourse, Natasha being Natasha, she gave it all to you, she spoiled you rotten.

There's one game that she won two prizes, the firing gun game, where the player will have a pellet gun, and the player needs to shoot the plastic cups. And obviously, being a very well veterinarian agent, ex-assassin and ex-spy, who is constantly saving the word using only a fire arm, she cleared all the plastic cups out of the way, leading her to a winning game.

The intimate loving gesture and signs between the two of you is completely unconscious, not that you didn't want it, you love it.

The way you hands would automatically entangle, the way the both of you would hug, witch occasionally kissing each others forehead and cheeks whenever a game that you- Natasha had played, turned out winning it. The way the both of you would occasionally feed each other with their own foods, smiling at each other unconsciously, and completely getting lost in it.

Now, you both are sitting side by side, in a ride called 'The Dream Twister', Natasha didn't really wanted to join, apart from being a not really fan of this things, she didn't want people seeing 'The Black Widow' sitting on a ride, being all smiley and laughy. But, with your face, and with the reassurance she received from you, she immediately gave in.

"Already?!" A loud excited voice came out from the speaker, making the people who's also on the ride with the boat you, scream 'yes' with excitedness, including you, while Natasha just chuckled, still holding you hand tightly.

"Very nice, beautifuls, the ride is getting started in...3....2....1! Get ready to get you dream twisted!" The voice came out just as excited as it is earlier.

The vehicle machine started, making your giddiness run up high. It started out slowly, then after some time, you could feel the adrenaline rushing through you body, as it started to get more faster. By then, the people you're with, started screaming, including you, while Natasha just shut her eyes close, and tightened her grip on you hand.

As time passes by, the ride started to be more aggressively fast, and somehow, you started to feel something off. You felt the way how the securing belts started to loosen, same with Natasha.

It all went so fast, people screaming, the belt automatically loosening off the making it's way up to you heads, making the people around you feel off. And you, not thinking of anything except Natasha, hugging her body tight, as your most kept secret freely escaped behind you back. Flying off to somewhere unsecluded, just the two of you, fear that you might scare people off, just how you will might scare Natasha off.

You're arms around her middle part, your head on her chest, with close eyes as you hug her tight, you wings automatically wrapping itself around her. While Natasha, clings to you just the same, but her eyes wide, with so many thoughts running through her mind.

Tears started to flow out of you eyes, for a few minutes of being frozen in same position as you did.

Fear of losing your best friend, the only person you have, the one who you found yourself feeling something romantic for. You can't lose her, you don't want to, not now, not ever. She's the only one you have, you can't bear losing her too.

Your sniffles, and choked sobs brought Natasha out of her trance, the feeling of disbelief (not in the bad way) is not changed with worry. The feeling of your white, with a trace of gold colored wings around her, made her feel safe, the most safest she felt for the first time, she almost wants to stay like that, but when she felt your wings started to fall solemnly on the ground, her worry started to grow.

"Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong, lyubov?" She as softly, almost a whisper that it almost bring you to a very much needed comfort. But it's still no use, as the thought of losing her, being scared and disgusted of you, started to grow.

"P-please, d-don't leave me, i-im not b-bad, i-i promise, please, don't...l-leave me, Natasha...." You begged in between of you broken sobs.

Natasha felt her heart ache as she felt your body rocked by the sobs you made, the way you desperately beg her to not leave you, the way thought she would think badly of you after this revelation.

Ofcourse, she wouldn't, she could not do that to you, she won't leave you, even if the gods themselves decided to part the both of you, she will not let you go. You're the best thing that had happened to her, you gave her a much bigger meaning to be alive, and stay alive on the missions she had gone.

"Natty, p-please, p-please, i-i can explain-" You choked out, still hugging her tightly

You don't need to explain anything to her, you didn't need to. Because, she already knows, from the first time you both met in that abandoned building, she knows.

She just didn't want to share it, and decided to keep it to herself, she didn't even told you, nor her best friend, Clint. She gave you no signs that she knows you're different, she treated you just the same like when you both met. Even with those so many interrogations that you hate, she didn't speak a word on knowing that she knows.

She wanted you to said it yourself, she didn't want you to rush into things that you don't want to, she didn't want you to do something you're not open and comfortable with. For a spy, and an ex-assassin like, who was thought that love is only for children, for someone like her who knew nothing about love, she is the most understanding person, the most lovable person in her own way.

"Hey, hey, can you look at me?" She ask softly, rubbing your back and arm, asking for your attention which she received.

You pulled away you head to look at her, but still not letting her figure go out of you arms.  You saw how she smiled when your eyes met under the starry night, you saw no expression of disgust and fear in her eyes, she didn't looked at you the way those people looked at you when you first landed her on earth.

She looks at you like you're the most fragile thing she had seen, she looks at you with so much love and adoration, she looks at you as if her eyes speaks so much word that you couldn't seem to understand, but you know, it's a good thing, an amazing thing even.

"You have nothing to worry about, angel. I'm not gonna leave you, not now, not ever, no matter what happens. And stop thinking that im scared of you because of this..." She motioned her hands around your wings. "Because no, im not scare, nor disgusted, im not thinking of anything bad to you, understand that, my angel?" She explained softly, caressing your cheek lightly as she did so.

My angel.

The way she said your specie came out so perfectly, she said it with so much passion and love, you can heart it rolling of her tounge. And you know by then, it's now you're favorite word from her.

"Y-yes, Natty, i-im sorry i lied-" She cut you off.

"Shhh, it's okay, it's all fine, you didn't want to say it so why would i need you to say to me what you really are? You don't have anything to apologize for, sweetheart. Besides i already knew, so, i don't want to hear any apologize from you about this, okay?" She ask, and you nodded as she wipe you cheeks.

"But, still, you haven't done anything but be good and kind to me, Natty, i still should've atleast told you-" Once again, you were cut off by her.

"Shhh, shhh,you didn't need to tell me anything that you don't want to, okay? Do you understand me, dove?" She ask and you nodded.

After that, a complete comfortable silence fell at you surface, neither of you wanted to say anything, as once again, like the both of you always do, you got lost in each other's eyes. Both green and the deep brown eyes, glimmering under the moonlight with so much love.

So much love that even the gods from the above will be shy to break the two of you apart from each other, oh, how pure your love with each other, for forever and eternity.

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Want a part 2?

Damnnn, this one is 4000 words.

[thetorturedbuckydepartment]

chapter five: fucking situations, circumstances, miscommunications

pairing: Bucky barnes x plus-sized!reader

summary: Six months ago, you were appointed to be Head Nurse to the Avengers by Tony Stark. Every day, you count your lucky stars, knowing the horrible past you quickly ditched back in England. It holds you back, restrains you, from getting close to anyone when on your new job.

That's until you met and fell in love with Bucky Barnes. The supposed assassin with a heart of gold, who seems to be eager to get to know you. To peel back your layers piece by piece, but could you trust him once you're laid before him raw and vulnerable?

masterlist

PREVIOUS PART -- CHAPTER FOUR: WHO ELSE DECODES YOU?

warnings: language, mentions of sex (no smut), self deprecation, angst (!)

word count: 3.9k

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A/N: im so sorry okay? but I promise, the fruits of patience are always sweet (is that right)! hope u enjoy, and don't worry only five more chapters until I stop torturing the pair to pine longingly... also phase one is complete, so I'll be taking a two week break before starting phase two: the falling rollout! stay tuned :)

It turns out you were wrong. You had been speaking to Nat — Wanda was off somewhere with Vision — and you talked her out of the notion that you were falling in love with Bucky. Because of course you aren’t…you can’t afford to. Falling in love made a mess of you, there’s no way it’s going to happen so soon.

When you first set foot in New York, it felt like a fresh start. Sure, you’d imagine if all went well, then a few years down the line you’d find yourself opening up again. Not doing it so soon, and certainly hadn’t imagined in your wildest dreams that it would be reciprocated.

You convince yourself you’ve imagined it. And of course, you did. Because in the night, Bucky had left you and your scheduled movie night last minute, to go out on the town with Steve. He had invited you, but you’d declined. Maybe you’ve weirded him out with admitting you’re more attracted to brunettes — maybe he’s figured it all out and is now trying to avoid you, to let you down gently. 

And when you’re just about to fall asleep after tormenting yourself with all the awkward ways he’s trying to avoid you, because he’s too nice to tell you — that’s when you hear it. Moaning and groaning of a man and woman through the wall, the hard and rough pounding of what can only be a bed frame against a surface, and the man is undoubtedly Bucky. You'd recognise his voice anywhere. Your heart sinks as you immediately walk out of your room, where you can hear everything, heading to the kitchen, unable to handle it. It feels like your insides will be spilled all over your front and the floor. Trying to get the images out of your mind of Bucky and another woman entangled…like that. Clutching at your chest, because your heart just burns and your eyes are full of water and everything’s blurry, shaky hands reaching for a glass of cold water to dissolve the lump in your throat.

Why are you upset? Bucky is a grown man, fully capable of making his own decisions and choosing the women he wants to sleep with. It’s not his fault he doesn’t choose you. So why does it make you so upset, that you’re quietly stifling your sobs in an empty, cold kitchen?

You feel like your heart has been ripped out — once again doomed to be romantically interested in the one who would rather choose an inanimate rock over you. Well, maybe that’s an exaggeration, but still. You don’t know how long you stand there, the only light a warm orange spilling over the black kitchen island, and think every single spark of hope in you away. The look of desire on his face…maybe it was platonic affection. You mistook it for something more, because you’ve never seen that look haunt anyone's features before. Maybe he looks like that at everyone.

And then you hear hurried footsteps, and the unmistakeable, juggernaut-like clack of women’s heels. You straighten, and she appears. Wrapped in a red dress, Bucky’s favourite shade, that accentuates every part of her so flawlessly, and her lipstick hasn’t even budged, despite the mess of her hair and other parts of her makeup. She offers you a soft smile as she passes, but you can’t help yourself. How has her lipstick not even smudged a little?

“Wow, you’re so pretty, oh my God. What lipstick do you use, and how the hell has it still not budged? Girl, I need the brand and name, like, right now.” You usher her over, to inspect her perfect lips more closely. Even the warm light makes her seem a million times more attractive, and you can’t help yourself.

You hold her face in your hands while she rattles off some obscure brand you’ve never heard of, making a mental note to search it up later. “It looks amazing,” you say, meeting her eyes, which are the most warm shade of brown. 

You know you can never hold a candle to the beauty of this woman, even at your very best, but you’d be damned if you didn’t tell her of her radiance.

“Thank you,” she blushes and straightens, pulling away from your hold. Her outfit is so amazing, you can’t even blame Bucky for being so taken with her. You’re right there with him.

“Flirting with my date, are you?” Comes Bucky’s voice from the doorway, and you both turn to look at him. Then you remember yourself, and your situation. She’s just had sex with Bucky, and here you are, complimenting her lipstick.

And in this moment, you dig to your lowest familiar, and compare yourself to her. It’s not a competition, you know better than to fight over a man, but even if there were…you would lose by a landslide. Objectively.

Absentmindedly, you touch your hair while glancing at hers, dark, perfectly curled locks swishing about her shoulders and touching her elbows, even at its messiest. You don’t know if you want to look like her, or to be with her, in this moment.

“No, no. I was just asking her about her lipstick, that’s all.” She hands you her phone, ignoring Bucky, and asks you to enter your number with a wink. You happily comply, and almost miss the way her face falls when she reads over your name, and glances over her shoulder at Bucky. 

Clearly, you’ve missed something. You don’t want to ask. “I’ll call you,” she gestures to you, leaving you with a kiss on the cheek. You blink several times, trying to process the events of the past hour or so.

You’ve never been more confused. How did you end up with Bucky’s date’s number? “You’re quite the charmer, aren’t you doll?” He’s got that signature smirk on his face, but you look away. Something about his messy hair and flushed cheeks seems a sight that isn’t reserved for you, but the lover who just left the compound.

“No, I— I was just complimenting her, I swear. She seems nice, though. Are you gonna see her again?” He joins you at the table, and up close you can see the slight sheen of sweat on his brow, and you hate the way the sight of it stirs something in your lower belly. You want him, so bad. You want to be the reason he emerges from his room flushed and you leave with messy hair like you just rolled out of bed. Alas, it isn’t in the cards for you. Fortune and romance have never been entangled lovers in the story of your life, and you shouldn’t expect anything different in this chapter of it. You take another cold sip, hoping to swallow the bitter realisations you've stumbled across tonight.

“Well, considering I don’t even know her name, and you got her number, I doubt it.” He laughs, hoping you’ll chuckle alongside him. You’re not in the mood to talk about his sex life, and you feel like you’re about to throw up because of it, yet again. Now knowing his type is a dark, sexy feminine energy, you can’t bear it anymore. You are the very antithesis of it all — light, and soft. Maybe he even finds you sweet. But you’re not the one, not the one he wants.

You may be the one he spills his secrets to, but you know you’ll never be the red-dress femme fatale he takes to bed, or into his heart.

“Are we still on for tomorrow?” You ask, sparing him a quick glance then returning to look at your hands that just look too wrong. Palms too wide, fingers too stubby. She had hands like a fucking nail polish model. Everything about you feels wrong and misshapen in this moment. Bucky’s wondering what he did to upset you. He’d overheard you talking to Natasha, explaining clear as day that you’re not attracted to him. He’s simply taken it as his sign to move on, to try and bury his heart that he’s laid in your chest, instead of letting it consume him. That's why he said yes to Steve, why he left you to go out. He didn't want either of you to stew in uncomfortable silence because he doesn't want to admit what he heard and how badly it hurt him. To confess would be to lose you, and so he buries it all deep down. Just like everything else.

But it’s a lot harder than expected, especially when he brings a girl home, for the first time in decades, but all he can think of is you. He’s manoeuvring her hips and imagining them to be yours, kissing her lips and pretending you’re the one gasping against his mouth. He ended up so wrapped in the fantasy, your name had slipped past his lips as he came, even though he tried to hide it in a murmur against her shoulder. But, of course she heard. She’d lectured him for a couple of minutes while throwing her clothes back on, about how he shouldn’t be fucking around if his heart is so set on one woman, that he says her name when lost in the throes of passion with another. Then, she’d spun on her heel and left, and he’d departed to find you. 

To tell you, he can’t do it anymore. Despite your feelings of romantic apathy when it comes to him, he can’t say the same. He is enamoured, infatuated, obsessed with you, and he can’t let you go. He can't bury his feelings when they just keep building up like waves and crashing over the grave of his heart -- he can't keep it to himself. Even if your words seal the vault closed forevermore, he needs to hear them. He was so ready to beg for one date. One chance, one kiss, one taste. Maybe not in the moment, seeing as you wouldn’t appreciate the taste of another woman’s wine on his lips. He wouldn’t either, if that night you’d gone on the date with Steve, he'd let his impulsive thoughts win just moments after you kissed another's mouth. He wonders how you kiss as he touches his own lips in thought -- would you let the other take charge and cover him in sweet pecks, or do you prefer to taste like passion and sin? These were the only thoughts circling his smitten mind as he searched for you longingly. 

And then he found you, illuminated so beautifully in the light of the kitchen island, and it occurs to him, just how there is no competition between you and other women. They could never hold a candle to you, to the radiant sun of your essence and your beauty.

The woman seems surprisingly smitten by you, with your eyes on her lips, and her giving you her number. He doesn't blame her for feeling that electric pull to you. He's right there with her.

He also didn’t miss the look she gave him over her shoulder, after reading your name. She knows, that it’s you. She won’t come back, she knows better than that. But he can’t tell you that that’s the reason he won’t be seeing her again, and you won’t even look at him. 

“Yeah, doll. Of course. I’m not bailing on you again.” He smiles, gently touching your cheek, and you pull away before his skin makes contact.

“Alright, I’ll see you then.” You turn around and walk out, the tears in your eyes dripping down your face and leaving a salty trail all the way to your door.

                                            ————————

In the night, you’d done a lot of thinking. And you’ve decided to let him go, to let him do what he wants. He’s not evil, he’s certainly not wicked. He just doesn’t want you. That’s not something to hold against him, how could it be? He doesn’t owe you romance just because you want it with him. You’ll cherish his friendship, his strictly platonic affection, but you’ll let any thought of a relationship with him go. 

You’ll be all the better for it. 

And so you stand in the communal living room, rechecking your Taylor Swift themed tote bag that you’ve kept everything you need. You had taught Bucky how to bake his favourite brownies the other day, so you packed a few of those in case he gets hungry. Your favourite crisps, drinks for the both of you. Headphones, a charger for your phone, a claw clip to tie up your hair if it gets too hot, car keys, wallet…

It’s sunny outside, so you’ve opted for a long, maxi summer dress in a dark dusty rose colour and covered in gorgeous flowers, golden hoops and necklace like always, and your hair falls over your back loose and natural with a small accent braid weaving through the strands. You’ve also kept the makeup light — blush, kohl and mascara, and a tinted lip balm. You feel oddly good about your appearance, when you’re not in front of anyone else. When there’s nobody else to compare yourself to, you allow yourself to feel pretty. You throw on a thin white cardigan, grab your tote bag and head over to Bucky’s room to collect him.

You two are going out today. And you plan on buying him a surplus of items, all because of the massively fat pay check you get given courtesy of Tony. You’ll also be taking the subway, something Bucky’s a bit afraid of, but—

You almost crash into Steve when you turn the corner, in your mind being preoccupied with making an itinerary of where you’re going. He catches you, grabbing you around the arms. The both of you are a little on edge, given the failed outing of a few nights ago, but you had let him down gently. You did tell him you want to stay friends, even as he looked embarrassed and laughed about it. You didn’t tell him about your crush on Bucky, having decided to keep it under strict lock and key after being consumed by the feeling of wanting to kiss Bucky instead. You knew, in that moment, that nothing would've made him feel worse. You meet Steve’s pale blue eyes, offering him an apologetic smile.

“Oh my God, Steve. I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there. Did I hurt you?” He shakes his head, chuckling at your panic.

“No, no. I’m completely fine. Don’t worry, dear. You look good.” He compliments you fondly, eyeing you up and down once. You smile, forgetting the initial panic that surged through your system.

You take the compliment at face value. “Thank you, Steve. That’s really nice of you.”

“Where are you going today?” He asks in polite conversation. You’ve already talked about this, about where you’re off to. Maybe he forgot.

“Oh, Bucky and I are going downtown today! I was planning on getting him some new clothes, you know, his current closet seems a little out of date. We’ll probably be back by 7 at the latest, but it depends on how picky he is, you know him. Oh, and before I forget, Denise is in charge while I’m away. Mr Fury and Mr Stark haven’t told us that there’s any major missions today, so it’s mainly the barebones team, so if anything happens today, you report to her. I’d much prefer to enjoy my first day out in months, but in case of absolute emergencies, of course you can contact me, alright? You’re the most responsible one of the bunch, so I’m trusting you to spread the message for me.” You gently squeeze his arm in reassurance. 

“Yeah, will do. You have fun today, okay? I’ll try my best to make sure nobody gets in a housefire or something. You’re one of the hardest working people I know, dear. You deserve this. And trust me, if you’re the one picking out the outfits, you could put him in a hot pink suit bejewelled to high heaven and he’d wear it happily.” 

You mouth drops. “You know what, that’s an amazing idea, thank you.” He laughs at that, and you smile. You’ve always been treated by past-partners like you’re the most unfunny person on the planet, like your jokes are tolerated and not laughed at. So it always surprises you when people find you funny. You welcome it, but it feels strange nonetheless.

And then Bucky appears, slinging an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into him. “Ah, the prodigal super soldier emerges,” you say, hand wrapping around his back almost stiffly as you try to calm your aching heart at the sight.

You know this will haunt you, when you’re feeling down on yourself. You’ll clutch at your chest once again, feeling stupid at the fact you ever thought this Adonis of a man would ever look at you twice. Why would he?

But for now, his friendship is enough. It has to be.

“Uh huh. Should we go, doll?” He tilts his head extremely close to yours, and it takes every conscious muscle in your body to stop yourself from closing your eyes. No need to embarrass yourself.

“Yeah. Let’s go.” You turn to the other supersoldier in the room, currently being the one left out. “Bye Steve. Please tell everyone what I told you.” He nods.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” You smile and let Bucky lead you away, waving a quick goodbye over your shoulder.

“I wanted to ask, was last night awkward?” You try to ignore the comment as you both walk down the street, heading to his favourite bistro for breakfast. The sun is shining, the streets smell like something that isn’t piss, and you’re spending the day with your favourite person.

“Hm, no not really.” He stops the both of you at a busy intersection, pulling you into an alley, and pushing you against the wall. His arm is still secure around your waist so your back doesn’t crash too hard against the eroding brick and mortar, but unfortunately that means your hands end up on his…firm chest, and your thumbs can’t help but soothingly stroke from side to side. You can’t meet his eyes.

“Then why are you avoiding eye contact? Is there something I did wrong? Are you upset with me? Look at me, doll. Please.” His tone is pleading, borderline pathetic, but neither of you care. Your eyes meet his, and you try your best to not get lost in his eyes like sinking ships, so inviting that it takes everything in you to not jump.

To not kiss him. You crave to know what his lips taste like, but you shouldn’t. You keep trying to bury these intense feelings, and yet they keep building up like waves and crash over your grave, resurrecting you. And it feels amazing to be alive.

“I’m just…awkward about these kinda things.”

“What kind of things?”

“Sex. I mean, I heard you through the wall with Camille. And then, ten minutes later you were speaking to me like you weren’t just doing…all of that. It’s strange. I—“

“Do you think it’s bad? That I’m having sex?”

“I…what? No. No, no, Bucky, I’m not shaming you for having sex, God knows I should be the last one judging you for that…it’s just…I’m not used to that. People I’m close to... we all talk about it a while after...you know. I’m just not used to hearing you have sex and then seeing your face, like, ten minutes after. That’s all.” You smile then, touching his cheek as a way to assure him you’re telling the truth. Half of it, at least.

He leans into it so sweetly. “Okay. If that’s all, then… We should get going.” You nod, despite every bone in your body protesting moving away from this intimate moment. He feels the same, because every fear he’s ever had disappears at the warmth of your hand on his face. His eyes travel to your lips and you fix yourself, smoothing down your dress.

“You look absolutely beautiful in your outfit, by the way.” He silently adores you as you double check nothing’s been stolen from your bag, although you doubt someone is going to sneak between you two what with your hyper vigilance and Bucky’s enhanced senses.

You laugh. “You always think I look beautiful no matter what I wear. Even if I wore your sweatpants, you’d still say the same.” Smoke covers the both of you in a misty haze, but he swears he’s never seen you any clearer.

“Because you still look beautiful to me. You always do. Just accept the compliment, will you? You know you don’t have to work hard to deserve compliments, don’t you? They should be freely given.” He strokes your hair, admiring the tiny braid in between his fingers.

“I’m learning to.” You both smile at each other, and you let yourself feel the sweet swell of your heart, for once. Maybe that’s what will work. You just need to feel it all, and get it all out of your system. That’s how you end your crush on Bucky — feel until your reservoirs are empty, until you look over him one day and see nothing more than a good friend, a best friend even. It might takes years, it might even be next week. But this is your plan. 

“Now, should we go?” You extend your hand in a silent offering, to reconnect the bridge that you had temporarily abandoned in your moonlit insanity. He takes it, placing his metal hand firmly in your grasp and interlocking fingers. You notice how he’s wearing long sleeves and gloves, even in this peculiar hot day in November.  He must be boiling in that leather jacket.

For now, you lean into him, into his warmth even though you can feel yourself start to sweat, and you both walk hand in hand. To any outsider looking in, you two paint the picture of the perfect couple. You admire the red and orange leaves against a sky the colour of the eyes that are trained on you — memorising the curve of your nose and the pillow of your lips. In the bistro, you two sit comfortably close together, laughing silently over everything and nothing — like you’ve been dating for years.

The rest of the day goes by smoothly, the both of you laughing like everything’s funny. Like teenagers on the first date — giddy and carefree. Your phone doesn’t buzz once, and you love the feeling of Bucky’s hands on you. He always loves to touch you, whether it’s tracing your palms or leaning his chin on your shoulder in the subway because you’re on his lap in the only spare seat available. You love it too, never knowing someone would be so eager, so desperate to touch you and feel you so innocently.

You’ve always felt shunned — like you’re only worth touching for a partner’s sexual satisfaction, and other times you were made to be ignored and tolerated. But if even a friend can cherish you in this special, sacred way, you can’t help but imagine what a true, enamoured lover would do.

Both of you want it, can feel that your feelings could be something worth a forever and a half — but of course, misunderstandings have to get in the way.

They always do.

NEXT PART

[ladychota]

Memories

Pairing - Loki x Female Reader

Warnings - Drunk reader (lmk if you want me to add anything)

Summary - After getting drunk, Y/n seeks out the person she misses most.

Word Count - 900

A/N - I had this idea after listening to the song 'Memories' by Conan Gray on repeat so hopefully it's okay, I'm having a bit of writers block atm 😭

Masterlist

You stumble down the street, not entirely sure where you're going. Okay, maybe that's a lie. You do know where you're going, but you can't seem to stop yourself. 

It's late. Very late. And it's raining, fat blobs of water tumbling from the sky and landing on your face and shoulders and clothes. A shiver ripples through your body.

Your hand trails along the wall of a building, your fingertips collecting the grime. The world seems to swerve and tip a little around you, but you don't really care. You know the way there like the back of your hand.

Before you know it, you're at that familiar chipped, black door, using the doorframe to keep you upright as you ring the bell.

It takes a moment for him to get to the door and open it, revealing to you the green eyes and ebony black hair you've missed so much. A clumsy smile spreads across your face.

Loki freezes for a moment, his brow furrowing in confusion. "Y/n? What are you doing here?"

"I just wanna talk," Your words are slow and mix together easily; just like squash and water.

"Are you drunk?" He asks now, moving to lean against the doorframe.

"Noooooo," You slur, blinking to try to keep your vision in focus. "Why on Earth would I be drunk?"

A shiver runs through you again, the rain starting to fall heavier over your already drenched body.

"Wow," You laugh, looking around at the wet surroundings. "Is your bro upset or some shit?"

Loki sighs and moves out of the way, gesturing for you to come in. "You can come in, just don't be too noisy. I don't need any more complaints from my neighbours,"

"You've got complaints for being too noisy?" You ask, knowing how quiet he is. You pull off your rain-ruined pumps and put them as neatly as your drunken brain will allow by his shoe rack.

"I actually got complaints because of Thor,"

"Ohhhh," You walk further into Loki's apartment, enjoying the familiarity. It's been a couple months since you've been here... you didn't dare come back after the break up.

You're ushered into the kitchen, where Loki brews you a nice, warm mug of tea. You sit at his breakfast bar, sipping it and feeling it warm your insides.

"So," He starts. "Are you going to elaborate on why you're here?"

"I said," You take another sip. "I just wanna talk,"

"About what?"

You shrug. "I didn't have anything in mind,"

Loki sighs and rubs his temples. "So you came here from where?"

"The club I think... or it might've been somewhere else,"

"Who were you with?"

"Nat and Wanda,"

"And what happened to them?"

You freeze, mug halfway to your lips. That's a good question. You last remember talking to them... when did you last talk to them? You purse your lips, setting the cup back on the counter.

"What's with all the questions?" You groan as your vision begins to swim. "Are you a..." You wave your hands in the air, trying to think of the correct word. "Person with the flashy car?"

"Flashy car...? Oh, a cop?"

"Bingo! Ding, ding, ding! I am the weakest link, goodbye," You place your head on the table, your swimming vision only worsening.

Loki sighs. "Okay, I think it's time for you to go home,"

"Noooo," You protest, a round of hiccups starting.

"Well, where else are you going to go, huh? Why did you even come here in the first place? I find it hard to believe that you just came here to talk," Loki's harsh tone catches you off guard - in your drunken state, you have no idea how to react.

You sit back up, your lip quivering as tears form in your eyes. "I just miss you and I wanted to see you again. I want you to stay in my memories but I can't get you out of my head! Everywhere I go it's just Loki, Loki, Loki..." You sniffle and hiccup, wiping your eyes with your hands. "I know you didn't wanna be friends or lovers but I do! I can't sleep or do anything without you!"

You sigh, silent tears falling down your face. Loki doesn't respond, his expression too difficult to read. You flop your head back onto the counter, the smell of Loki's cologne wiggling it's way into your mind and acting as a sleeping drought - in a mere moment, you're out for the count.

~★~

Loki quickly notices you're asleep, his response dying on his tongue. He sighs again, rubbing his tired eyes. It seems you'll be staying with him tonight.

Your limbs start to sag, so he sweeps you into his arms before you end up on the floor with a bleeding head. A wave of sadness floods his heart as he carries you through his apartment to his bedroom - it hasn't been long since he was carrying you to his bed, happy grins on your faces.

He places you carefully down on the bed, making sure your head rests on the pillow as he tucks you in. It's not like he would've got any sleep anyway, so he doesn't mind giving up his bed.

Another wave of sadness hits him, harder this time - he hates seeing you in such a state, your words slurred and brain mushed up from drinking to forget him...

"For what it's worth," He whispers, tucking a hair behind your ear despite you being oblivious to his words and actions. "I feel the same as you."

[autistic-wolf-pack]

okay but imagine fanon avengers (like the big happy family one from like 2016) playing DnD

Peter (although not an official avengers member) would so DM. He’d own a million sets of dice and have every single world lore detail down.

Tony would only have joined the campaign to get his team mates to stop annoying him, but secretly winds up loving it. (He plays an artificer, obviously).

Thor would home brew with Peter to essentially make himself his character.

Nat would be a rogue. I dont know what race she’d play as, maybe a tiefling? I feel like it fits her.

Loki would multi class as a Druid Sorcerer. He only chose Druid so he could use wild shape.

Dr Strange is pretty obviously a wizard.

Bruce would memorize every single rule and buy all of the books. He’d be invested in both canon lore and campaign lore. He’d play a true neutral character. I feel like he’d play a halfling or normal human.

Clint would already know the rules because one of his kids were into it, or Kate (even though she wasn’t in the mcu in the time I referenced but shh). He definitely plays a bard. No questions asked.

Steve would be confused at first but catch on pretty quickly. He’d play chaotic good across any and all campaigns.

Bucky isn’t sure how he got involved, but he’s somehow the highest level out of the entire party, and constantly finds himself asking everyone else if they’re trying to get their characters killed.

Wanda wouldn’t be a player character. She’d bake everyone snacks and Peter would have her play as an enemy for the rest of the team, and let her design NPC’s. She also helps with dungeon ideas.

Vision is constantly reminding Tony of the rules and updating everyone’s character sheets online. He plays a lawful good human paladin.

Pietro’s character always passes out because he keeps doing the stupidest shit imaginable. (He’s also a bard tho so it sometimes does manage to work out)

Ned and MJ were invited over by Peter, Ned is a chaotic good barbarian dragonborn, and MJ is a chaotic neutral elven rogue or fighter. (Or both multiclassed lol)

Pepper joins in and girlbosses her way through the whole campaign. She never even has to roll she just constantly has the “rule of cool” on her side. She gets very into it and then says sorry, to which everyone applauds her. (Even FRIDAY, who doesn’t have hands)

Happy winds up being forced to join by collective peer pressure (oh yeah, and Tony saying if he has to, then happy has to as well, or he’s losing his job) and uses one of the premade character sheets online, despite secretly having played a lot in high school. He pretends to hate it but loves it.

Sam thought the game was stupid at first but now loves it. He also plays as a bard.

Rhodey plays as a cleric. I don’t know why or how to explain it. He just does.

(please feel free to debate these or add anything on in reblogs or notes)

[muddyorbsblr]

man of the month part 10: november

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Summary: You start planning for contingencies as you realize that after today, Loki will figure out that you have feelings for him.

Pairing: Loki x Reader (almost there…)

Word Count: 5.6k

Warnings: language (sorry not sorry, Rogers); sad Scopes hours; a tiny bit of steaminess at the end

Things to be aware of: mutual pining; idiots in love

"Come on, Scopes, you gotta stop being so hard on yourself," Shaun tried to console you as he helped you load the backdrops on a pipe, prepping for Strange's shoot today. "Barnes seems to be a pretty chill guy, he'll get over it in no time. Pretty sure he's not gonna have a hard time finding someone more than willing to try making him forget all about you." 

"Gee thanks, Shaun," you deadpanned. "Real stroke to my ego right there hearing that I'm easily forgettable." 

"I didn't say you were forgettable, Y/N. I'm saying there isn't a shortage of women willing to try --" 

"Relax, Xu. I'm kidding. I know what you meant." The visible relief on his face quickly had you both chuckling and struggling to properly prop up the backdrop. "But honestly, though, you should have seen his face," you went on, a more serious tone coloring your words. "It was like I took his puppy and tossed it into traffic." 

"I'm sure it can't have been that--"

"Actually, you know what, no. It's worse. It's like I gave him a puppy that he would grow to love with every fibre of his being and then one day I just upped and chose violence, taking that puppy from him, tying him to a chair and making him watch as I fed it to a meat grinder." 

"Okay that's the last time we watch the SAW movies to 'unwind'," he commented, a queasy look coloring his face as he imagined the scenario you just described. "I'm almost afraid to ask but…where exactly am I in this grotesque mental image of yours?" 

You gave him a wicked smirk before you answered, "In the kitchen. Cooking chili." 

"You're demented." 

"And you chose to be my friend, so I guess you're stuck with me." You finished putting up the final backdrop on the roll for Strange to choose from for his shoot. "So…anything I should be aware of today?" You weren't afraid of Stephen, not by a long shot. But after yesterday's session with Bucky you thought it best to at least have an idea of where the doctor stood emotionally when it came to you.

"All I know is that he likes you," he answered. "And he's holding out hope that since everyone so far walked out rejected, that hopefully it's him." Shaun looked to the door to see if anyone was nearby before saying in a more conspiratorial tone, "Little do they know you literally saved the best for last." 

That was the shoot you were terribly afraid of. Tomorrow's. Loki's. At the end of Strange's shoot, he would know that it's him; he was the one you'd had feelings for. The one you were in love with. 

And he would laugh in your face. Or perhaps he would be less cruel about it and just reiterate how tits deep in the friendzone you were, and that there was no way you would ever get out of it. 

The look on Shaun's face morphed into one of concern. "Scopes?" You didn't reply. "Y/N?" Still nothing. "Tweety…" 

"Huh?" 

"I lost you for a second there. Where'd you go?" 

"He's gonna know today," you answered him, your tone sullen and despondent. "Strange is gonna come out of his shoot, say it's not him, and everyone will know who it is. He's gonna know today and I'll never be able to look him in the eye again." Tears began to prick at the backs of your eyes as you could feel your heart splintering. "Maybe we should get someone on standby. In case he doesn't show tomorrow. Ghosts me completely." 

"Tweety I really don't think--"

"Hey Babes. Hey Shaun. You two wanna go get brunch before Stephen's shoot?" You looked over at the door to find Wanda and Vision, along with Natasha, standing right outside your studio and looking up at you and Shaun tiptoeing on tall ladders with barely any support if one of you were to topple over where you stood.

"Hey Babes. Sure just let us get down from here and we'll join you." You looked over at the synthezoid standing by Wanda. "You joining us, Vishawn?" 

"Tweety why would you use that, you know--" 

"I know, Wan, I know. I've probably been hanging out too much with Sam. That reminds me, Vishaw--I mean, Vision…" you corrected yourself as Wanda playfully glared at you. "If ever we'd be in need of a substitute, you'd be available, yeah?" 

"That would be correct, Agent Y/L/N," he answered you. "Although I do not believe that you would be in need of one--"

"I know, I'm just making sure I have my contingencies in place, you know?" you tried to explain as you took a step down from the ladder, causing it to wobble from its instability. "Could one of you hold this stable? And maybe someone else do the same for Shaun?" 

"No need, little Tweety bird," the martial artist said casually as he practically flew off his ladder, landing safely on the ground. 

"Show off," you grumbled, scrunching your nose and sticking your tongue out in his direction, earning you an amused look and a similar expression back. You took another step down carefully, the ladder nearly tipping over completely to the side had it not been for you putting all your body weight toward the opposite direction, stabilizing it once more. But only barely.

"Oh my fuck. Y/N!" you heard a new voice from by the door before you felt a fabric wrap around you as you were safely lifted upward and away from the ladder, and then placing you safely on the ground. You looked at Strange's cape wrapped around your shoulders, the lapels smoothing your flyaway hairs and then proceeding to fluff it out as the sorcerer approached you. "Are you okay?" 

"Yeah yeah, I'm--I'm fine, Stephen. Thanks." You found yourself quickly returning the fond smile that he gave you, keeping yourself planted firmly on the ground as his cape seemed to push you toward its master. "You're here early." 

"Just wanted to stop by and ask what time you wanted me." You raised an eyebrow at his wording, your friends leaning back with playful smirks on their faces as they eyed him. The former neurosurgeon suddenly stammered, "I-I mean, fuck. I mean what time you wanted me to come over. For the shoot." 

"Relax, Strange," you chuckled at his suddenly nervous demeanor. "I know what you meant I'm just fucking with you." A grin broke through on his face as he visibly relaxed. "That's better…We were actually on our way out to brunch so…probably later at around 2pm sound good?" 

"Sounds good. But nobody talk about food around me. You're about to feast on plates of bacon and french toast, while I'm here eating like a damn rabbit trying to make sure my abs don't get camera shy." 

His words had brought a genuine smile to your face, something you hadn't been able to do for the last few days, and had you feeling a bit more like yourself. The you before this entire project even began and Stark decided to spill your secret that was bound to get out by the end of the day.

Goddamn Stark, I should've kept the code that had FRIDAY calling you Daddy for this.

"Just stay away from the carbs," you offered. "At least until the shoot's over and then you can gorge on all the bread and pasta you want, I promise." You turned toward your friends, who were now looking at you with an almost teasing expression. "Let's go?" 

Hearing your name exclaimed in such a panicked manner had Loki sprinting from his seat at the kitchen island toward the door to your studio. Whatever got the former Midgardian healer to seem so worried about you was most definitely his concern as well. You may have been acting peculiar since yesterday which he couldn't quite rationalize for the life of him, but that did not take away from the fact that he still loved you and your safety would always be his priority.

When he got to the door of your studio, however, you were already safely on the ground, Strange's cape wrapped around your shoulders with the lapels primping at your hair, the rest of it making a visible effort to nudge you toward the sorcerer.

Perhaps his brother had been right after all. It was truly down to Strange and himself, considering that Barnes had walked out the night before unsuccessful in his attempt to woo you. And from the way you'd acted around him yesterday, the god was convinced that the super soldier was secretly a strong contender. 

But it seemed that he'd found out before his appointment with you even came that he was ultimately to lose in this endeavor. It was the former healer. Strange. 

And his dreaded suspicions were all but confirmed when he saw you speaking with the other man, your whole demeanor so glaringly comfortable compared to how you behaved when you were around the god. And your smile. The one he hadn't seen since this project even began. The one he thought you only had reserved for those closest to you.

You'd given that smile to Strange. 

Perhaps the game was already over. A winner had already been determined before he even had his chance to test the waters with you. Of course it wouldn't be him. It was foolish of him to think that someone as good as you would ever harbor emotions for him that ran as deep as his for you. 

That was a fantasy he simply was not deserving of. 

All he could do was at least bask in the brief moment where he could see that smile of yours again. Even if it was given to someone else. He watched, frozen in his stupor, as you walked out of your studio still adorning the sentient cape, that wondrous moment where you illuminated his world with your radiant grin shattered as the expression on your face faded into one of hesitation as your eyes met his.

And in that moment he could swear his heart had fractured, too.

"Oh uh…hi, Loki," you stammered, your gaze fidgeting as if you'd become incapable of maintaining eye contact. 

"Good morning, Y/N." He wanted to stab himself at how formal the atmosphere felt around you two ever since Banner's shoot. Things had felt so strained ever since that day, and what made it exponentially worse was that he couldn't pinpoint a reason why. All he knew was that yesterday morning when he saw you, before you disappeared into Barnes's chambers for the soldier's session with you, he had compelling reason to believe that you'd been crying.

Was it over your studio being ruined? Most probably not. He knew that you were not the time that would become so overcome with emotion over that. It was an inconvenience, absolutely. But it wasn't worth sobbing so hard that your eyes were rimmed with red.

Besides, the studio was all but finished now. It would be ready for you once more before Strange even appeared for his session after lunch. 

"Are you alright?" The confusion on your face prompted him to say more. "I heard Strange call for you in a panic--"

"Oh that," you cut him off, your tone deceptively nonchalant. "Nearly fell off the ladder. No biggie. Levy kept me safe." You motioned toward the cape as you said the last part, the lapels now set on your cheeks and shaking your head. "Oh you don't like that name?" More vigorous shaking. "You'll get used to it." One of the lapels lightly tapped you on the cheek.

"Hey how come you're nicer to her than you are to me?" The ends of the cape made a motion as if shrugging at the sorcerer before resting at your sides once more. 

"Strange, isn't there a command or something to get this to return to you? I don't know it just…feels weird. Like I'm wearing something I shouldn't be." He snapped his fingers and the garment twisted off your shoulders and went flying back to its master, sending your body twisting in the same direction from the momentum. 

Loki made the split second decision to intercept you from that path, stepping forward and placing his hands on your shoulders. You looked up at him with those big doe eyes that it took all his strength to not throw caution into the wind, frame your face with his hands and press his lips to yours. Even if he wouldn't be the one to ultimately win your heart, he wanted you to know that you held his. There was never a competition. There never would be.

"Thanks, Mischief," you mumbled, awkwardly ducking and shuffling out of his hold. He resisted the urge that arose in him to reach for you again. You turned and reached your hand out towards Romanoff and walked toward the elevator, leaving him standing with the sorcerer.

"So it looks like it's down to the two of us," Strange commented, holding out a hand as a show of sportsmanship. "May the best man win?" 

Loki merely scoffed as he turned and walked back toward his chambers. "I am no mere man." 

You returned to the Tower in better spirits than when you left. That last interaction with Loki was so excessively awkward that it really threw you off kilter. It almost felt as if he already knew that it was him and he was doing everything in his power to retain what semblance of a friendship you had.

Would you even want to remain friends with him when he finally knew and he chose to say and do nothing and instead just put in an effort to ensure you both at least remained friends? No. Probably not. 

With your studio good as new after Tony made sure to have everything repaired and replaced, you had all your resources available to you again. A far cry from yesterday at your shoot with Bucky where the entire thing took place in the bathroom in his apartment, which probably contributed further to the emotional train wreck of a session all that turned out to be. 

Straining to clear your thoughts, you took a good look around the studio, assessing each set carefully to see which would fit Vision best. Might as well ready the contingency because you were almost completely sure that tomorrow your heart would break waiting in here for absolutely nothing and no one to show up for the December shoot. 

You knew that he had a more human-presenting form, something he learned from early on in his relationship with Wanda so that she would not be subject to the condescending looks of those who passed her on the streets when they walked together hand in hand. More likely than not, he'd be using that, and he gave off more 'distinguished professor' vibes with that version of him, so you mulled over the study, trying to see what would work for him and what could be taken out now.

You'd been so focused on your current train of thought that you barely registered the sound of your door opening, the sound of footsteps and fabric whoosh-ing being what caught your attention.

"Scopes," Stephen greeted in a playful tone. "How was your brunch?" 

His question once again had you smiling at how laid back the atmosphere was around him. "It was good, Strange. Thanks." You pointed toward the bare set with only a background and he snapped his fingers at his cape, making the garment stay put as he took his place on the set, sitting down on the chair you'd placed there this morning, legs stretched out as he manspread and leaned his torso slightly toward one side. Relieved at how quickly he'd taken to getting comfortable with a pose, you clicked away at your camera from a few angles, hoping one of them would be good.

"Hey, have you never been curious why there's half a vintage car in here?" he asked pointing at the display piece a few meters away from the bedroom set. 

"Honestly? I chalked it off to Tony being Tony. Remember the man had a phase of when he believed something was ridiculous yet 'unique' he'd immediately go 'I need it. Buy it.' That's probably one of those pieces." 

"And you never thought of using it?" You shrugged your answer; none of the previous sessions ever even considered branching out, and it wasn't your place to tell them which sets they would be posing in. After all, the entire point of the shoots were whatever they were comfortable with. 

You did, however, use the car in your pre-calendar 'test shoots' with Wanda and Nat. And the resulting shots made you desperately wish that at least one of the twelve men would want to at least have a few shots done there.

"If I wanted to use it, what would we need?" You took a few covert shots at Strange as he talked, hoping that the casual demeanor he had would translate in the photos because it captured the sorcerer's effortless charm quite well. 

"I'd have to either bring the blinds down so that the sun wouldn't be glaring into the lens and ruining the shot to Kingdom Come, or bring the half-car over here. You got any magic spells that could swing that?" 

"I might have something better." He stood up and walked out of the studio, calling for someone to come over and help the two of you with something. A few moments later,  you heard the unmistakable heavy strides of Thor fast approaching.

"Lady Y/N! Master Strange! How can I be of assistance?" 

You pointed toward the half of the '67 Chevy Impala. "Could you bring that over to this side of the studio? We wanna use it for his shoot." 

The blond god walked over to the piece. "Certainly. Though I do have to ask…While I am always happy to help you, my si--my friend," he stammered. He seemed to have caught himself before he said another word, but he hadn't said more than the beginning of a syllable, so you couldn't for the life of you figure out what the real word would have been. "Why didn't you call for my brother instead?" 

You bit your tongue at the realization that  Thor knew about your feelings for Loki. Memories of the June photoshoot haunted your mind now, of how you flat out admitted that you liked his brother. Too much, you even said. And for some reason he believed that those feelings were requited. Precious dummy. 

"I erm…Strange was the one who called. Not me," you evaded his question. In truth had you been the one to step out, you'd have made the same call. "I-I didn't even know he was outside." 

The god of thunder lifted the half of car seemingly without much effort and began to bring it toward the front of the studio, taking slow, careful steps as he struggled to see where he was going. "He is always outside, Lady Y/N. Those who do not know better may even take to believing that he'd begun to live on that portion of the couch. Stark even made a comment about how the cushions may already have a permanent impression of his buttocks…?" 

You chortled at the mental image, making a note to check the couch for such a mark. Out of pure curiosity, of course. 

He put down the fragment of the vintage car down near the set that you were just using with a goofy triumphant smile on his face. "Will you be needing my assistance elsewhere, my friend?" You shook your head at him. "Then I suppose I will take my leave. Lady Y/N. Master Strange." 

"Thanks, Thunder." You waved at him as he walked out of the studio. You turned back towards Strange, who'd taken the initiative to place the chair he was previously occupying down in front of the opening of the half-car. "Alright, Doctor." You motioned toward the backseat. "Take a seat. Let's try to get this done as soon as possible so you can go eat. Y'know. Do it for the pizza." 

"Hah. Right," he chuckled, unbuttoning the first button on his shirt and pulling on one side before taking a seat in the back half of the Impala. You clicked away on your camera as he adjusted his seating, having a feeling that his official shot would be one of the more casual, candid shots rather than the ones he posed for. "Would you like to join me, Y/N?" 

You put your camera down, your smile faltering as you saw him intently looking at you, waiting for your answer. "O-Oh. I uhh…"

The smile on his face lost its brilliance, fading into one more consistent with someone trying to handle disappointment without making it too obvious. "So it's Laufeyson?" 

You figured there was no point hiding it anymore. He was the only one left. You nodded your answer. "I'm sorry, Stephen." His eyebrows furrowed together in visible disappointment, looking away from you. You couldn't fathom for the life of you why you took a shot of him looking like that, but you did. "And I know it's stupid. He hates everyone, he hates his brother, so spare me the speech. I'm a stupid little mortal. Alert the press." 

"I wasn't going to say that, Scopes." He stood up, his tone sounding more like that of a consoling friend as you walked over to your computer to plug in the memory card from the camera. "I was just going to say that if ever you two got together we'd have two world record breaking relationships in the team." 

"Oh yeah? How so?" Your tone dripped with sarcasm as you entertained his ridiculous hypothetical of you and Loki becoming an item. 

"Well we already have Rhodes and Danvers with the universe's longest distance relationship." His quip had you chuckling despite the impending heart-shattering conclusion to this project fast approaching. You could feel it more and more now that the moment he'd walk out and inform everyone that it wasn't him came closer and closer. "And then if you and Laufeyson became a thing? We'd have the universe's largest age gap relationship." 

You nearly spat out your water. "Strange--!" 

"I mean I don't think anyone can top a thousand and three hundred years, give or take, so I think it's safe to say that that record would be yours. You even beat out Thor and Foster." His comments had you full on cracking up now, for some reason becoming much funnier once he brought up Thor and his currently long distance relationship with his own girlfriend.

"Ohh god…" you groaned. "You think Jane would kill me if I told her when she gets back that I saw her boyfriend naked?" 

"Are you kidding?" he shot back at you. "This is Thor we're talking about. Jane probably already knew about the calendar the second Stark announced it. And she probably already knows that you saw everything that her boyfriend had to offer. He tells her everything. L'amour and all that." 

When the pictures finished importing into your computer, you pulled all his shots up on the screen. "Pick your poison, Doc." 

"I see what you're doing, you know," he teased. "Trying to avoid the conversation about Mr Golden Horns. What is it?" He laid a hand on your shoulder, urging you to look at him. "Oh. You still think it's one sided, don't you?" 

"Come on, Strange, I know it is. Just pick your shot. Please." 

He pointed at the last shot you took. "I like the melancholia." 

"Plus your fans are gonna be screamin' and creamin' from the little bit of exposed chest they get from this." 

"That's just--Ugh, gross, Scopes. How'd you get so crass?" 

"Hung around too much with Sam. And then started hanging around with Shaun to add some flavor." He gave you a fond smile before redoing the undone button on his shirt and straightening it out before proceeding to begin to walk away. "Hey, Strange?" 

"Yeah, Y/N?" 

"Is there any chance you could…postpone telling them? Just until tomorrow?" 

A sad smile graced his features as he shook his head. "You know I can't. They'll figure it out anyways if I walk out of here anything less than ecstatic." 

Tears began to prick at the back of your head once again as the inevitability sank in. This was it. Loki would know in a matter of minutes. "Gotcha. It's all good. Thanks, Strange." 

"If he doesn't want you back, it's his loss," he uttered, his tone once again consoling. "You're an incredible woman. It's…the whole reason I said yes to Stark's ridiculous project. I wanted to try and see if maybe you got to know me a bit better…" 

"That's…that was really sweet of you, Stephen." You grimaced as the look in his eyes became somber. "Fuck, it never feels good turning someone down. I'm really sorry," you sighed as he gave you a clearly forced smile. His attempt at trying to make it easier for you, which just made you feel even worse. "I suppose tomorrow I get to know how you all felt. Taste of my own medicine and all that." 

"He's an idiot if he rejects you, Y/N. Remember that." You answered him with a forced smile of your own. "And if ever he really does prove that he's the biggest idiot on the team, if you ever need a shoulder to cry on…" He clicked his tongue and gave you a playful wink as he raised his shoulder. "I'm available." 

His antics somehow found a way to elicit a giggle from you. "Thanks, Strange. You know, Stark did say that he was so sure of this turning out well for me that if he was wrong, I had full permission to beat his ass in one of his Iron Man suits, so at least I have that to look forward to." 

"Atta girl. Do you want me to go tell Horns that his appointment's tomorrow or do you wanna do it?" 

You groaned at even the thought of having to face Loki after this shoot. "Might as well, right? I'll do it. You go on ahead, Strange. I'm sorry you have to be the sorry fucker to seal my fate." 

"I'm sorry, too." 

And with those words, he walked out of the studio. Leaving you alone with your computer and your fears of rejection intensifying by the second.

There was truly no viable reason why Loki chose to still stay at his usual seat waiting for Strange's appointment with you to conclude. He already knew the answer to all this. Strange would emerge victorious and he would have to face you tomorrow without you even realizing that his heart had shattered the night before. 

Should he even bother with telling you of his affections? He did not wish to put you in an uncomfortable spot especially since you were already adjusting to your new reality where you were starting a new relationship with the sorcerer.

Strange finally emerged from your studio, the smile on his face inconsistent with that of someone who'd just won your heart, but it unnerved the god nonetheless.

"So it's you," he huffed. "I suppose congratulations are in order." He stood and held out his hand. "I suggest you hurry before I change my mind and break your jaw with it instead." 

"Oh fuck me," he grumbled, breaking into chuckles that sounded a mix of strained, relieved, and disappointed all at once. "You're in love with her. Oh this is rich. This is some Hallmark, Lifetime level shit." 

"Strange, what--" 

"It's not me, Frosty." His heart pounded in his chest at the words. 

He couldn't find it in himself to utter the words. To even think it possible that the answer was… "It's me?" 

Strange took his hand and gave it a single shake. "Congratulations. Try not to rub it in all our faces tomorrow. Who am I kidding? You'll probably walk out of here carrying her bridal style." 

The sorcerer walked away f rom him and further into the tower right as the door to your studio opened again and you poked your head out of the doorway, the hesitation in your eyes returning as your gaze met his.

Oh, my darling Y/N. Was that the reason behind your discomfort all this time? You thought your feelings unreturned? 

"Uhh, h-hey, Mischief. You good for doing the shoot tomorrow?" 

It took all his strength not to walk over and just make you completely his right this moment, offering only a smile your way instead. "Yes, darling. I'll see you tomorrow." 

You ducked back in to your studio with a quiet "Okay", leaving him slumped back in his seat, thinking about how he could steer his appointment with you tomorrow. The things he could do in order for things to lead to him finally getting to tell you the words. 

"I love you, Y/N," he whispered into the empty waiting area. 

As the hours passed and you still hadn't reemerged from your studio, Loki concluded that you'd probably fallen asleep in there once more, surrounded by your work. But instead of walking over and pressing his hand to the door, silently bidding you goodnight, he made the decision to walk in there instead and check in on you. 

He found you laying on the floor, pages of the calendar strewn out around you in varying sizes, your tablet near your right arm. Your chest rose and fall in perfectly even intervals, telling him that you'd fallen fast asleep, but the furrow in your brows told him that you were at some level of discomfort.

"Oh my darling mortal," he whispered, picking you up and into his arms, causing you to stir as your arm instinctively hooked itself over his shoulder.

"Who--"

"It's only me, Y/N. I'm bringing you to bed." Your tiny giggle at his words nearly had his resolve crumbling. "To sleep, my love." He bit his tongue at his own words, thanking the Norns that you were too deep in the hold of your slumber to remember much of this encounter.

You grumbled against him, burrowing your face into the crook of his neck as he walked up the steps leading to your chambers. Loki couldn't help but smile as he caught the words "no fun" in the midst of your incoherent protests. Once he made it into your bedroom and laid you on your bed, you became a touch more restless in your sleep. 

"What is it, darling?" His voice became clipped, more strained, as you squirmed and whimpered in reaction to him tucking your blanket under you. "Truly testing my resolve, aren't you, little mortal?" You mumbled more incoherent words, making him sigh in temporary defeat. He would talk to you tomorrow. "Sleep well, my love." He pressed a brief kiss to the top of your head before he turned and made his way out of your chambers.

"Mmph…love," you sighed as you began to wriggle out of the hold of your blanket. "I wish Loki loved me back." 

He crossed the distance to you once more, leaning down and placing his lips barely an inch away from your ear. "I do, my darling Y/N. I do." Your breathing began to grow heavy as he whispered the words into your ear. "My darling girl, tomorrow I will make you mine. You will know without a shadow of a doubt that you have my heart. That you have consumed my every thought, waking and dreaming."

You began to stir some more, starting to turn your face towards his, causing him to splay his fingers lightly along your jaw, keeping you in place. Your chest heaved, little whimpers escaping your lips. 

"Tomorrow, my love." He touched his forehead to your temple. "Words will never be enough to adequately tell you of how I love you, so I will prove to you my affections. Show  you how you possess my heart, my devotion, my pleasure. There will not be an inch of your precious form that will go untouched, unloved. By tomorrow's end you will share my bed, lay in my arms, and I will never let you go." He pressed a kiss to the skin below your ear, eliciting a moan that had him quickly hardening in his trousers. 

"Vixen," he grumbled against your skin, pressing another kiss to the same spot. "Rest tonight, darling. You'll need your strength." You whimpered once more, the heavy implications of his words seeming to have reached you even in your current state. He moved to hover his lips over the base of your throat. "Just one more. To tide me over until I have you tomorrow. Until you're mine. Forever." 

He pressed a kiss to your skin, both hearing and feeling the delicious moan you let out. Gods, that alone took a Herculean effort for him to pull his lips away from you, to wait until the next day for him to conduct a proper seduction. One that neither of you would forget. When he had pulled away — albeit reluctantly — and once again was at the door leading out of your bedroom, he turned toward you one final time. "Sweet dreams, my love. Until tomorrow."

A/N: Sing it with me everybody, he knows he knows and I know he knows…

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Sharon flirts with Bucky

Pre-Infinity War Bucky Barnes

You open your eyes as you reach over feeling for Bucky. Your head popped up as you didn't feel your husband next to you.

"Bucky?" You call out hoping that he is just in the bathroom.

No answer.

You get up and put your slippers on. You leave his room, and you walk downstairs where you find him sitting on the couch talking to Steve. You make your way over to the couch to greet them.

"Good morning, Buck," you say, kissing him.

"Morning Rogers," you say, greeting Steve.

"Good morning y/n, how did you sleep?" Steve asks.

"Fine when my husband doesn't disappear early in the morning," you smile, sending Bucky a playful glare.

'I'm sorry, doll, I just needed to talk to Steve about something important, I didn't think that I was going to be gone that long," he apologizes.

"It's fine, but I'll be back. I need to shower so you can finish your conversation with Cap in private while I shower," you tell him.

"Okay, doll, I love you," he smiles.

"I love you too, James," you smirk. He hates when you call him by his government name.

"Y/n," he says sternly.

"Sorry Buck," you laugh, walking out the room.

You make your way upstairs to his bedroom. While you were in the shower, Sharon had woken up and was determined to flirt with Bucky today. Before she got downstairs, he finished up his conversation with Steve.

"She really loves you, doesn't she?" Steve asks.

"She does, and I never want to lose her. It took me so long to find her. But you know, after I became the Winter Soldier, I never thought that someone could love me, but she does, past and all," he smiles, thinking about it.

"She should because you are a good person Buck, she knows that you weren't in control of yourself when you did that stuff, but I'm really glad you found love Bucky, you deserve it," Steve tells him.

Sharon makes her way downstairs to greet Buck and Steve.

"Good morning Steve, good morning, handsome," she says.

"Good morning, Sharon," Steve responds.

"Hi," Bucky says.

He wanted to keep the talk short with her because he knew that she liked him, but he was already married and had no intentions of losing his wife. He needed to go back to his room. She wouldn't follow him in there.

"Well Steve, good talk, I'm going back to my room to wait on y/n," he tells Steve, giving him a slap on the shoulder.

"Okay, I'll send Nat or Wanda up when it's time for training," Steve smiles, knowing why Bucky is leaving.

"Okay, see you later," he groans, stretching his legs before going back to his room.

What Bucky didn't know was that Sharon was following him.

"So Bucky, where are you headed?" She asks, cutting him off from his room.

"To my room if you would move," he says, trying to go around her.

"Well, can't we just talk for a bit?" She asks him.

"I wish I could, but I hear y/n calling for me. It must be an emergency, so I need to go," he muttered, pushing her out of the way.

She ran behind him as he slammed the door in his face. He looked up and saw you drying off.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" He smirks, moving closer to you.

"Nope, no Buck, I'm still sore from last night," you tell him.

"Come on, one more round?" He asks.

"Maybe later, but right now, I need to heal,"

"Fine, but I want two rounds since I have to wait," he teased.

"Okay, now why did you barge into the room like that?" You ask him.

"Like what?"

"Like you were running from something," you said, looking at him confusingly.

"Oh, I was running from Sharon. She was flirting with me again," he tells you.

"This bitch, I told her to stay the fuck away from you," you fumed.

You quickly put your clothes on and took Bucky's hand. You walked downstairs into the kitchen where Sharon, Nat, Wanda, Vision, Steve, Loki, Thor, and Tony were. You let go of Bucky's hand and stormed over to Sharon.

"What's wro-" Wanda started.

"Shh, just watch," Bucky said hushing her.

Everyone's eyes were on you and Sharon.

"Look Carter, I've told you this twice before, STAY AWAY FROM JAMES! I'm so tired of him always being in his room because you never want to fucking leave him alone. He has a WIFE. I'm making this my last time telling you this, the next time there will be no warning. Don't think James is with me just because of a pretty face," you picked up the nearest knife and threw it centimetres from her head," be glad that I aimed to miss your head, because next time I confront you, I'm not using words. You are a great shot with a gun, and you may be fast but I'm faster," you growled grabbing another knife off the counter and putting it to her neck.

You dropped the knife and walked to Bucky, "stay away from him Sharon, final warning, next time it's your head on a stick," you threatened her.

You grabbed Bucky's hand and skipped out the kitchen. Everyone's eyes turned to Sharon knowing that you delivered on your threats.

"So if I was you I would just move to a different universe, I have Dr. Strange on speed dial in case you want to move?" Tony joked.

"Oh shut up Tony," Sharon hissed.

This was not over for her. She was determined to get Bucky one way or another.

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Question: so we experience the uncanny valley effect (idk if there's a real name but this is what I'm calling it) when we see something that has lots of human features but isn't human, ie CGI and robots, right? Then what about humanoid aliens in the MCU?

Obviously Asgardians don't kick off our uncanny valley effect because they're portrayed by humans and don't have heavy CGI applied to alter their appearance, and what they do alter is small enough that CGI is good enough to make it realistic enough that it doesn't drive us insane (ie Thor missing his eye in Ragnarok). But what about in universe? They're another species, so we can assume that they have slight appearance differences from humans. Not enough to be obvious, but big enough to be noticeable. But not enough to know what the problem is. Uncanny valley.

Which gets me thinking. So I saw a post a while back talking about the evolutionary reasoning for why we have to determine what is human. Honestly, it's a terrifying thing to think about. Basically the post at the end of several people talking determined the cause to be rabies. The early symptoms are subtle. And rabies is like probably one of the worst diseases ever. Werewolves and vampires definitely were myths inspired by rabies. Like if you don't get treatment, you will 100% die. So for the majority of human history, it was pretty important for humans to determine who had it early on in order to avoid them to avoid infection. Humans had to see slight differences in expression or die. Thus the need for the uncanny valley.

But we know from the Thor movies and Agents of SHIELD that Earth has been visited by aliens several times. Some of those aliens are very humanoid (Asgardians). Some, not so much. But we know the Kree have found a way to appear human because one does so in Agents of SHIELD. The Kree were on Earth for a long fricking time, kidnapping humans to turn them into Inhumans. We see how Hive was captured (very alien abductiony) but it is possible they also went in disguise to capture humans. Maybe they tested different races/cultures/groups and whatnot to determine genetic differences, so maybe in some places it would be best to kidnap undercover. And this wasn't happening for a couple years. This took place over such a long time that maybe it enhanced the uncanny valley effect even further in human evolution (okay I know it takes a long time for evolution to happen but the effect has already existed due to rabies, but aliens would give a cause to need more).

Maybe the Norse referred to the Asgardians as gods not just because of their powers, but because they innately knew that they were not human.

Maybe humans can detect Loki's illusions because they innately know something is wrong and suspect something the minute it starts. The minute something else is odd, they know. Asgardians on the other hand think they're normal.

What about Vision? Dude's a robot, does that set anything off?

What about the Hex? Do the inhabitants just somehow know that Wanda doesn't really have kids because they just don't look right?

What about Inhumans? They have a bit of alien DNA. Does something just seem a little odd about them? Same for mutants (not including the obviously not human looking ones like Kurt).

Speaking of mutants, what about Mystique, Skrulls, and other shape shifters? Set anything off?

Probably more I can't think of, but the uncanny valley in the MCU folks.

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Chapter 14

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own a few OCs like Elizabeth, Katherine, Stacy, and Jessie. I do not condone any copying of this.

You were waiting nervously as Wanda, Pietro, Vision, Katherine, and Jessie made their way up to the door.

Not everyone was there. Clint was along with T'Challa, Thor, and Fury. But the others were all somewhere in the house. The only kid that was with you was Lucy, who was jumping up and down, unable to wait and see her Aunts and Uncles.

Clint welcomed them into the home with ease. It felt awkward, but maybe that was just you. Lucy excitedly jumped into Pietro's arms and he greeted her with a huge smile.

Skylar had grown up a lot. He looked like he might be even taller than Minerva, despite being a few months younger.

The twin boys named Tommy and Billy seemed much older than they should have been. Eight already? That couldn't be possible at all. Minerva and Skylar were only six and a half, almost seven. Lucy was just turning seven and a half. How were they eight?

You figured it had something to do with Wanda and Vision themselves, so you didn't say anything about it.

Katherine and Pietro had a little girl as well, who was four now and her name was Brittany. It was clearly Katherine's choice in the name and definitely not Pietros'.

Soon, Steve, Stephen, and Tony came down with the other kids. Minerva was on Tony's shoulders, while the rest of the kids except for Lloyd and Vera scampered down the steps to meet their Aunts and Uncles.

Steve meanwhile was holding Vera in one arm. Stephen was holding Lloyd in his arms.

You watched as Wanda's eyes swept over the kids before landing on Minerva on Tony's shoulders.

Minerva, of course, knew that these people were her soulmate parents, but she was still clinging to Tony like he was her protector. And really, in a way, he was.

Though Tony had put her down on her feet, she was hiding behind him, her small arms wrapped around his leg so that he couldn't move. She peered out at the others in front of her, before ducking behind his leg.

"Minerva?" Wanda asked uncertainly, bending down so that she could be on her level.

Minerva peeked out from behind Tony's leg again.

"I'm Wanda." Wanda said softly.

Minerva looked up at you. You just smiled, not wanting to tell her to do something one way or another.

Minerva looked back at Wanda. The others were suddenly consciously aware of the encounter and Fury and Clint were quick to take the other kids back to the living room where they could wait until Minerva had met her soulmate parents.

T'Challa also slipped out of the room, leaving Minerva with Pietro, Vision, Wanda, Jessie, and Katherine in front of her. Tony, Stephen, Steve, Lloyd, Vera, and yourself were behind her.

Minerva seemed to hold on even tighter to Tony's leg. "I don't know you."

Wanda's smile was sad and Pietro's looked almost guilty.

"I know sweetie, I'm sorry." Wanda said softly. "But if you want, we would all love to get to know you. Would you like that?"

Minerva looked scared, now that she had been asked a question. She kept looking upwards at you and Tony for comfort. Tony bent down, wrapping his arms around the little girl. "What do you think Minnie? You don't have to decide right now. They're going to be here for thirty whole days. You can get to know them over that time, of course. Hmm?"

"Okay." Minerva said softly. "Can I go and find Uncle Loki now? He wanted to read to me."

"Of course sweetheart." Tony said, letting her go.

"Bye!" Minerva said cheerfully to her Aunts and Uncles, and then scampered up the stairs to go and find Loki.

Wanda got up from where she was crouching down.

"Does she always spend time with Loki?" Pietro asked, his distrust about Loki being around his soulmate daughter apparent in his voice.

"If you actually cared about whether or not Loki was around her, you would have taken care of her from the start." You snapped, heading up the stairs.

"Y/N!" Wanda called in protest behind you.

But you didn't turn around.

This was going to be a torturous thirty days.

***

No more was said on the topic of them abandoning Minerva. Dinner wasn't as tense of an affair, as you had sat down at the end with Tony and Stephen with James and Temperance. The others had sat up near the front. Minerva was somewhere in the middle so that she was with the familiars, which were Loki and Thor at the moment, and those she was supposed to get to know, who was Vision and Wanda.

After dinner, Steve and you did the dishes, before you headed upstairs by yourself. You tucked in the boys, giving them kisses and hugs. You sung to them when they asked, and then you went to head over to the girls room.

Peeking in, you saw that they were all fast asleep, except for Minerva who was laying down in bed while Loki sat next to her.

Loki didn't notice you, the same poetry book that he had read to you before was in his lap now.

"You see this poem?" Loki asked quietly. "Can you read it aloud for me?"

Minerva looked at the words and then said slowly, "A family is like a circle; the connection never ends. That is a short poem!"

Loki chuckled. "It is short, isn't it? But you know what that means, right? It means that no matter where you go, who you talk to, who you spend time with. No matter what other people tell you, the only people that really matter in your life are your family. Family always sticks by you, no matter what. Family is the most important thing in your life, you find that out after a while."

"Like my Mommy." She said.

"Just like your mother." Loki said softly.

Minerva rolled over, snuggling into Loki's knee. "Did my mommy like poetry too?"

"She loved poetry." Loki said with a smile. "In fact, did you know she actually wrote a poem?"

"She did?" Minerva asked, looking up at him with big eyes. "What did she write?"

Loki smiled softly, before he opened up the book to the back and pulled out a sheet of notebook paper. "Your mommy gave me this. She knew how much I loved poetry so she wrote it and asked me to critique it. I think you should have it."

"Will you read it to me?" She asked.

"It's sad." Loki said.

"That's okay." Minerva said. "I get sad all the time when I realize I can't know my mommy. But then you tell me about her and I get happy. So please?"

You thought Loki might actually start to cry.

He licked his bottom lip, unfolding the piece of paper and read:

"Life is to short to wake up in the morning with regrets. So, love the people who treat you right and forget about the ones who don't. And believe that everything happens for a reason... if you get a chance- take it; if it changes your life- let it; Nobody said that it would be easy... They just promised it would be worth it."

"Do you think I should go with Wanda?" Minerva asked as Loki folded the piece of paper back up and put it on her bedside table. He had long closed the poetry book and looked back over at her.

"I think. . ." Loki said softly, tucking her in completely. "That you should follow your heart. Everything happens for a reason, you just have to find it. Maybe that sounds overwhelming, but you'll see. Now go to sleep sweetheart."

You watched Loki turn off the light and then he came out of the bedroom.

"Hello my Queen." He whispered, kissing you on the lips while closing the bedroom door.

"Did she really write that?" You asked softly when Loki pulled back. "I didn't know she wrote poetry."

Loki smiled a little. "I'm always shocked to learn all the things Elizabeth could do. And she always said she didn't know how to do anything. Why do people always say they have no talents? Everyone always has hundreds of little talents up their sleeves."

"I have found it is very hard for people to say good things about themselves." You said softly. "Either because they don't believe they do, or because they don't want to come across as a bragger. But Tony doesn't have a problem with that."

"Tony has no talents." Loki smirked.

You hit him playfully in the arm. "Take that back."

He chuckled. "I'm just kidding my love. Of course he has skills. He did create all of his superhero outfits. And Vision. I just like messing with the metal man."

You smiled. "Thank you for reading to her. For watching over her. I know it can't be easy, since she's not your soulmate daughter."

Loki shrugged. "I know what it's like, being put second because your parents aren't yours. Odin and Frigga did try with me, but they couldn't help putting Thor first either. I don't want her to feel that."

You nodded. "I thought it might have something to do with that. But it doesn't lessen my thanks."

"Well, you're welcome." Loki said with a smile, dipping you again to kiss you. "Where are you going tonight?"

"Clint's." You answered. "He already asked me to spend the night with him tonight this morning, so yeah."

"I'll see you tomorrow then, if my luck proclaims it." Loki murmured across your lips again. "Have a pleasant night tonight Y/N."

"Goodnight Loki." You murmured, kissing him one last time before moving down the hallways to Clint's room.

Once inside, you stripped off your clothes, crawling into bed next to a sleepy Clint. "Love you Birdie." He said sleepily, leaning over to kiss you before pulling you close to him.

"Love you too trouble." You smiled, falling asleep in his embrace. 

[teddypines]

Bad day's

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Sumarry: The Avengers are having a bad day after a few missions that didn't go well. Cat doesn't understands what is going on wich makes her a bit depressed.

Warning: It's a bit angsty and doesn't really have a good ending.

Note: This one shot is a bit on the sader side, but i still like it. If you struggle with mental health please know your'e not alone and that asking for help is okay. Art/picture is from Pintrest, credits go to whoever made it.

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Today was different, Cat doesn't know why, but from the moment she woke up everything felt off. Steve, Sam and Bucky didn’t go on their usual morning run. Thor wasn't sharing poptarts with everyone. Tony hadn't shown himself at all, probably locked himself up in the lab. Bruce was probably there too, but Cat wasn't sure about that. Wanda wasn't cheerful when Cat went looking for her. Loki just locked himself in the library. Clint went home without a word, but Nat didn't join him like she usually did. Everyone was just acting really odd and out of character and Cat couldn’t figure out why. 

Everyone felt off, and Cat didn't know why. She didn't understand why or what happend to make everyone act this way. But Cat felt like she did something wrong. Cat couldn't think of what she may have done wrong. But the need to fix everything was big, so she started easy.

Thinking that Tony and Bruce would at least let her into the lab was an understatement. Cat could meow and scratch at the door all she wanted, but they wouldn't let her in. This only made Cat more anxious. “What did I do? Why won't anyone tell me?” She continued to think, making herself even more upset.

Cat gave up on looking after Tony and Bruce and made my way over to Wanda and Pietro, they looked sad. Vision was there too, but he picked me up and put me outside. 

“Alright, maybe I could try Thor. He is always happy to see me.” Cat thought, but sadly she was wrong. Thor told her he wasn't in the mood to cuddle or give attention. Which hit like a truck, Thor never told Cat no before. This made her spiral a bit, she must have done something pretty bad for Thor to refuse attention. “If only they told me how to fix this.” Cat thought as she trotted away from Thor’s room looking for the next person to cheer up. Or at least try to cheer up.

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After trying to comfort herself and the others for way too long with no success Cat  just made her way to the library to be with Loki. She’d rather be sad next to him then be alone. Not like going to Alpine was an option now. Cat didn't really care anymore if Loki was going to push her away like the others did. She just wanted to curl up and nap the day away, hoping tomorrow was better and less sad. Laying down next to Loki felt nice after half a day of no pats or cuddles. 

Loki looked down at Cat and gently laid his hand on her head. Hoping it would give her the feeling like this wasn't her fault. It really wasn't her fault, they all just had a bad few missions, but of course no one knew how to tell Cat that. “It's okay Cat, today is not your fault. I promise you that. Despite how the others made you feel” 

Loki's reassurance was nice, especially after not getting any from the others. Cat knew Loki got selective with who he talked to when he was upset, so she did feel a bit better that he would talk to her. Cat meowed up at Loki and laid her head on his leg. Closing her eyes before letting sleep take over. 

“It's alright Cat, we love you. We all just had a bad few missions. I know they didn't mean to make you feel upset. They just need a day to themselves to process it all” Loki said, trying to give Cat some comfort. Loki must have felt the same, so he knew what to say. Cat just hoped that she was giving Loki the same comfort he was giving her that moment. Cat gave Loki a quiet meow before falling asleep against his side. 

[themculibrary]

Fics With Titles That Start With B Masterlist 2

part one

Bad in the Blood (ao3) - thelittlestpurplecat steve/bucky E, 90k

Summary: Bucky Barnes leads a charmed life. As the son of the most powerful, and arguably most dangerous man in Brooklyn, all he had to do was want something, and it was his. People fell over themselves to garner a little favor from him, and his family; that is, until Steve Rogers.

Bucky finds himself drawn to the prickly little nothing of a kid who dared to turn him down, but the set up is far from perfect. Steve's family has gotten in the mob's bad graces, and Bucky find himself torn between family loyalties, and the boy who make him, for the first time, feel something for someone other than himself.

Bad Romance (ao3) - elcapitan_rogers, sleeplessinbudapest steve/natasha E, 54k

Summary: The new teacher hates Natasha. Or does he? (Romanogers AU- Teacher/Student)

Behind Bars (ao3) - sara_holmes bucky/clint M, 32k

Summary: Reasons that Bucky has vowed never to get involved in Steve’s fights ever again: 1. He’s landed himself in jail, 2. The jail is in the ass-end of Latveria, 3. The only other American within a hundred clicks is an asshole, 4. Said asshole happens to be his cellmate and Bucky’s stuck with him.

Bend Around the Wind (ao3) - Scyllaya loki/tony E, 403k

Summary: A few months after the battle of New York the God Loki appears back on Stark Tower under chaotic circumstances. This time however he is on the run. Tony Stark gets caught up in the crossfire and is taken along with the Aesir. Can the two of them ever make truce in order to get away? And even if they do, how does one escape from such a dark corner of the universe, when they are so very far away from the Nine Realms, that not even Loki knows the way back home. But first, they need to survive.

Better When I’m With You (ao3) - thelilacfield wanda/vision T, 69k

Summary: He’s had a number of firsts. Virginia Reed, his first crush. Wanda Maximoff, his first kiss. Eve Simon, his first heartbreak. Mandy Fournier, the first girl who said yes when he asked her to dance. And he’s becoming increasingly certain that Sam Wilson is his first love.

Vision writes a letter each time he has a crush so consuming he can’t forget it. They are tiny pieces of his heart, written out for his eyes only, a way to say goodbye.

Until the day they’re sent out.

between wanting and needing (ao3) - snarkymuch bucky/steve/tony E, 123k

Summary: An abused sub, a traumatized switch, and gentle dom come together to heal. This is their story.

BIG & small (ao3) - hobbitdragon bruce/natasha M, 10k

Summary: I saw Age of Ultron, loved Natasha/Bruce, but hated how Joss did it. Here's my version of how this pairing should go.

blondie (ao3) - luckybxrnes bucky/clint, steve/tony, wanda/natasha, pietro/peter T, 188k

Summary: when james buchanan barnes and clint barton meet for the first time, it ends with clint in a dumpster and a broken hearing aid.

maybe it wasn't his best idea to yell at another assassian and try to fight him on a rooftop.

eight years later, clint is a little smarter and james is trying his best to be okay.

Blue As True As Blue Can Be (ao3) - aaralyn bruce/tony M, 77k

Summary: Tony Stark has worked hard to make sure everyone sees exactly what he wants them to. After all, they'd all rather see the asshole with the too-bright smile than the terrified person underneath who is desperately trying to conceal that which has caused him so much pain. Trust him, he knows.

(Tony Stark is a mutant, and his father had made sure to note /exactly/ how he felt about that. Now, with the Avengers living with him full-time, it's getting more and more difficult to hide the part of him that almost no one still alive knows about.)

Blue Lips, Blue Veins (ao3) - romanoff steve/tony E, 300k

Summary: Tony Stark is Iron Man.

Before that, he was an man with bigger heart than brain. Before that, he was an asshole with a bigger mouth than sense. And before that, he was was a scared little boy. Not that it matters. Stark's always have had iron in their backbone.

Born from the Earth (ao3) - venusm steve/tony, clint/phil, tony/oc E, 277k

Summary: Tony Stark's born an omega in a world where that means he's supposed to follow certain social rules. He becomes Iron Man anyway: Fuck biology.

If only his biology (and the world) would quit fucking him back.

Brookland House (ao3) - Ark steve/bucky E, 8k

Summary: “You seem distressed, my angel. Are you not pleased with the match? The word from court is that Lord James Barnes is an upstanding gentleman, not given to the wild circles around the Prince Regent. And Steve, it was he who asked for you. The young man has kept you in mind all these years -- despite our circumstances.”

Bruises on My Skin (ao3) - pherryt bucky/clint T, 8k

Summary: When you get unexplained bruises appearing on your skin, you're one of the rare few to have found your soulmate. What happens to them, is echoed on you to a lesser degree - but usually it doesn't happen till you're much older.

Clint's first bruise appeared when he was five. He didn't feel so lucky.

Bucky Barnes Hates Christmas (ao3) - QuestinWitchFace sam/bucky T, 19k

Summary: Bucky tries to survive the Avengers Christmas party and the Wilson family Christmas despite not feeling very Christmas-y. Also, yeah, he's in love with Sam Wilson.

bucky's first christmas (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor sam/bucky T, 2k

Summary: It's Bucky's first Christmas back since escaping the Winter Soldier, and Sam promised Steve that he would try his best to make it the most magical Christmas for Bucky. Bucky's not quite as excited as Sam is about this idea.

built from scraps (ao3) - peterstank T, 138k

Summary: or: the one where tony was dusted instead of peter, so he and pepper try to figure out the whole ‘family’ thing together.

(oh, and it turns out that the man who died in peter’s arms on an alien planet is his biological father. who knew, right?)

Bulletproof (ao3) - foxxcub steve/tony E, 20k

Summary: At age fifteen, Steve Rogers had been in love with Tony Stark.

By age twenty, he’d (mostly) gotten over it. And then he promptly became Tony Stark's fuck buddy.

burn the ice and call me dirty (ao3) - squadrickchestopher bucky/clint E, 4k

Summary: “I’ve got talented hands,” James says, dropping his voice lower. “If you’re up for it, I could give you a more...personal demonstration.”

It’s a cheesy line, all things considered, but it goes right through Clint like a lightning strike, lighting up his nervous system in all the best ways. “Uh...”

“If you want,” James adds. “It’s up to you.”

“I want,” Clint says, probably too fast to be as smooth as he was hoping for. “Definitely.”

But I Still Feel You (ao3) - pensversusswords steve/tony T, 16k

Summary: Tony knows a lot of things about Steve. He knows that Steve is a stubborn pain in the ass, he knows that he's got a heart of gold, and he knows Steve would rather punch his way out of a tricky situation than talk himself out of it.

But the one thing Tony knows the most: he's hopelessly, tragically in love with Steve.

In which Tony is impulsive, Steve is confused, and they work it out in the end. Eventually.

But My Smile Still Stays On (ao3) - Meddalarksen, victoriousscarf loki/tony T, 42k

Summary: It's pretty well assumed by people that you shouldn't chase after the people that try to shove you off a table when you kiss them. Except, Tony Stark has never been most people, and he's hardly used to being rejected, even by someone as quiet or gorgeous as fashion design student Loki Laufeyson.

[westofwonder]

Marvel comics Sept. 2023 solicitations initial thoughts

The one I did for DC a few days ago was fun.

The JMS Cap sounds promising - like a lot of JMS stories - but I’m going to have wait until what the second issue solicit promises. And Saiz on art on a Cap book gives me a strange feeling of Deja Vu. A hard maybe.

This is Iron Man’s third engagement in how many years. The thing with the Wasp happened right? I hope I’m not lying to myself on that. I find it funny because I wanna see where it goes. I know certain Emma Frost fans are livid at this, but what else is new? Could be fun. I’ll remain curious.

Percy on Predator Vs. Wolverine is ideal, but the some of the artists mentioned are sus. Probably a no.

Avengers Inc by Ewing and Kirk sounds thrilling, but Vision being a main character kinda makes me think a soft maybe. Vision just doesn’t do anything for me as a concept or a character. He’s just old Pinocchio!

Ahmed and Kuder Daredevil: Yep! Yep! Yep!

The renaissance Venom has had since 2018 - the Venomsance if you will - is so odd to me. Good for the fans I guess. Never been a fan of Venom, except when Gargan was a Venom. I was a Marvel U reader at the time and it was interesting (to say the least.)

Immortal Thor is a probable yes, but that’s subject to change. Hard to articulate thoughts about it right now.

Nightcrawler is gonna be a Spider-Man for five issues. Okay. Let me know how that goes.

Uncanny Avengers. Skip.

Never been an Alpha Flight fan.

Children of the Vault feels like it’s a placeholder series that’s setting up for something after Fall of X. Nah.

Dark X-Men #1 had a very fun cover of the characters that will be in the series. Issue #2 has Madelyne fighting... Maggot?! I hate Maggot! Stupid!

Not a big Jean Grey fan.

I’ve read two Iceman series and it took me both to realized I’m not a Bobby Drake fan.

Realm of X feels like a Magik book in disguise.

Emma Frost/Tony Stark marriage is just funny.

X-Men Red seems to be a series I should be reading, but the solicits never do the series justice. Shame.

I am going to be getting X-Force starting with #43 because Quentin Quire is finally out of the book for now.

Fall of X being a “scattering” will play big here, and I think it could work.

I hate Classified being a way to sell books.

Wolverine is a maybe, but I’ll forget and probably trade-wait.

Weapons of Vengeance!!!!!!!

Should I be reading Ghost Rider?

Wake me when Ultimate Invasion has ramifications.

ROM and Micronauts Facsimile editions? Could be fun.

Contest of Chaos is something that could be fun, but also something that people remember sparingly years from now.

Oh, it’s just happening in the annuals! Bold. Seems to be the only one you need to get is the Avengers one to see who really wins. A new Darkhold? Didn’t that happen recently?

Why does ASM feel like it’s treading water? Like, what are you waiting for?

Tangential related Carnage and Spider books. No.

Miles fighting a speedster villains sounds fun. I am getting the Hobgoblin issue(s?) so I will wait and see how that story works out before committing myself to more issues.

All these miniseries! No!

The What If Carnage one-shot by Hama... MAYBE!

Not a Hulk fan, and I’m actually beginning to not like most Hulk fans I talk to. They are always unhappy.

Trade-waiting Avengers.

Lot of ongoings I am not really interested in.

Not getting the Scarlet Witch issue but I hope Loki and Wanda do start dating. That’ll be fun.

I’m gonna get Moon Knight because I’ve been enjoying it with Comixology. Wink!

I think I’m going to drop Dr. Strange because I don’t care for the art.

Star Wars! Same problems with the Hulk fans as above.

Did Planet of the Apes only get five issues.

Most of the questions posed in this post are rhetorical

[we-dont-talk-about-potato-nonono]

Hi! For the ask thing, 001 for Marvel movies? Have a nice day!

001 | Send me a fandom and I will tell you my:

thank you for the ask, I hope you have a nice day / night as well! 🫶

gonna out this on read more because this is quite long haha

• Favorite character:

this is a tough one because I’m bad at choosing but I’ll pick Loki <3 come on do I need to say more

• Least Favorite character:

uhm don’t hate me for this but Captain Marvel. I just find her character unappealing. I know people liked it and that’s fine! I just didn’t like her character personally. maybe a better writing would’ve helped.. I really dunno. even her in Avenger endgame feels really off.

• 5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon):

wow this is a long one. okay just for you nonnie.

1. Wanda x Vision ❤️❤️❤️

2. Black Widow x Hulk

3. Valkyrie x Thor

4. Captain America x Bucky

5. Steve x Peggy

• Character I find most attractive:

Loki, duh!

• Character I would marry:

I don’t really think about this but I guess Tony Stark because papa supreme hehe

• Character I would be best friends with:

Guardians Of Galaxy gang! definitely would chill with them in space. I’d hang out with Rocket and Groot the most.

• A random thought:

I’m excited for the Guardians Of Galaxy vol 3 movie coming soon (giggling and kicking my feet rn)

• An unpopular opinion:

hmm… I feel really bad for Nebula all she ever wanted was to be equal in her dad's eyes, after years of abuse and being let down the one time Thanos freaking Thanos says something atleast nice to her and he gets his head cut off before she could respond. Thor should cut his head after that but yeah that’s just me…

• My Canon OTP:

Wanda Vision !!!!!!!

• My Non-canon OTP:

Namor x Shuri (i know i know it would be so messed up that she'd date the chap who lobbed a grenade at her only remaining living family member but I’m gonna stick an AU in my head where Namor changed himself to be better before he went batshit crazy on her own home)

• Most Badass Character:

Thor, dude is a badass and cracks me up everytime. Just watch his movies chronologically, you’ll enjoy it

• Most Epic Villain:

LOKI LOKI LOKIII

• Pairing I am not a fan of:

Hm, I guess (Raimi) MJ x Peter Parker.. their relationship is so difficult… idk I just don’t like her that very much. she’s really unlikeable in three movies. this is just from my perspective and if think you their relationship is okay, then that’s good! I respect your opinion.

• Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another):

I do not have an opinion on this but …. Captain Marvel. even with a bad writing of her character and the movie itself, it is not the fault of the actor.

• Favourite Friendship:

Mantis and Drax! I enjoy their friendship so much!

• Character I most identify with:

idk. me i guess. lmao- okay, I had to take a character test just so I can answer this question!

guess it’s Black Widow then.

• Character I wish I could be:

I honestly don’t know. I rather be myself but with superpowers.

[evvy96]

Birthday Forgotten - Male Avengers x Reader

y/n=your name e/c=eye colour s/c=skin colour n/n=nickname b/d-birthdate f/c=favourite colour d/l=dress length b/s=body shape f/f=favourite flower

*In this one-shot, you, my dear reader, have the power to control the elements

Reader’s POV

Today started out so great. I woke up with a smile on my face, a special message from FRIDAY, my heart leaping out of chest in anticipation for the day, and a spring in my step as I skipped into the kitchen. Today was my birthday, and even though it was my first ever birthday without any of my family with me, I was still excited to spend it with my second family; my team.

The first people I saw for the day was Sam, Steve and Bucky, who were sitting at the table with a coffee in their hands and, in Steve’s case, a newspaper in front of his face. I smiled at my friends, pouring myself a tea and grabbing my cereal, seating myself in front of the trio.

“Morning boys. Beautiful day isn’t it?” I chirped. Steve glanced up from his paper to give me a smile, Bucky gave me a brief hug, and Sam turned his head my way. “Morning (n/n). Yeah, I guess it is a nice day out. Perfect weather for the morning run we had just before.” I smiled again, starting to wonder if they had perhaps forgotten. “That’s nice Sammy. So, you guys got anything planned for today? Anything… special in mind?” Bucky gave me an odd look. “Nope. Nothing special planned. Just a regular day hanging out in the tower Common Room. Wanna join us?” My smile faltered. They forgot. “Oh, uh, no thanks, I’m good. I think I’ll go annoy Tony, Bruce and Loki or spar with Clint, Vision, Thor and Pietro. I’ll see you guys later I guess.”

They returned my farewell, and I quickly moved to the elevator, pressing the button for the training floor. Perhaps Clint, Piet and Vision had remembered. Natasha and Wanda were currently out of the country on a mission, so I knew it was a long shot that I would get any messages from them today, but before they left they promised they would celebrate with me as soon as they got back.

My hopes were dashed there too. All I had received was an offer to spar with them and an invite to maybe play some video games with them later. I declined, my spirits slowly falling further as I made my way to the lab. Surely Tony and Bruce hadn’t forgotten.

When I got to the lab, only Tony and Loki occupied the large room, Tony sitting with his head bent over his latest project idea blueprints and Loki leaning against the closest wall. “Hey Tony, Loki. Where’s Bruce? It’s kinda weird seeing the Science Bros split up with one in the lab.”

Tony’s head lifted from the schematics, a smile on his face. “Hey (y/n), Brucey is out on a coffee run. We’ve been at this since like 3am. What brings you down here babe?” My smile faltered again, but I covered it up before either man could notice. “Oh, just wanted to come down and see how my two favourite nerds and my favourite prankster were doing. You know you guys should really get more sunlight. You’re gonna start looking like Vampires you stay cooped up in here much longer.” Tony chuckled, “Yeah, you might be right there (y/n). We’ll have to look into getting out some more during the day. Now angel, you know I absolutely love you joining us down here for some fun sciencey experiments and making explosions of pretty colours, but Bruce and I are about to start testing a pretty dangerous prototype, and I wouldn’t dream of putting your pretty face in harm’s way. I’ll call you down as soon as we’re done and we can have some fun later okay?”

My face completely fell at that. Even Tony and Loki forgot my birthday, and it seemed like Bruce had too. Not one of the guys remembered. My heart broke clean in half. “Oh, no, sure.” I stated quickly, trying to keep my voice from breaking. “You guys have fun. Call me down when you’re done. We’ll, uh, we’ll mix together some chemicals and create some cool effects. Yeah, okay, bye Tony.”

After leaving the lab I made my way up to my room. It was late afternoon at this point, so most of my birthday had passed me by without a single reason to really celebrate. I changed into some loose cotton pants and a baggy t-shirt before curling up on my bed, letting my façade break down and the tears spill from my eyes, my sobs, chocking my breaths and jolting my entire body. I missed my family, wishing they were here to make me feel loved, cause at the moment, I didn’t feel that at all.

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After what seemed like forever, I heard a knock at my door, followed by Bruce’s voice, asking if he could come in. I cleared my throat and called out that he could open the door, and wiped my eyes as he opened the door. Maybe someone had finally remembered.

“Hey (y/n). I came up to ask if you wanted to join me and Tony in the lab. He said you came down earlier to hang out, and we’re done testing out the dangerous stuff, so he sent me up to get you.” Of course he didn’t remember. What was I thinking, hoping he, of all people would?

“Uh, no thanks Bruce, I’m not feeling too good, so I’m just gonna try and get to sleep early. Don’t wanna be getting sick now do I?” Bruce seemed to hear the croak in my voice, then I saw his eyes sweep over my face, noticing my undoubtedly red, puffy eyes. “Are you okay? You look like you’ve been crying.” “Yeah I’m fine. Just thinking about my family is all. I miss them, ya know.” “well do you want me to stay and keep you company? I haven’t got anything else I need to do today, we can sit in bed and snuggle, watch some movies. What’dya say?”

My heart shattered  a little more at his words. “No thanks. I’m all good. I just, um, need some time to myself. I’ll be fine, really. You can go back down to Tony. I’ll, um, I’ll see you tomorrow okay?” He looked like he wanted to say something, but let the matter go, placing a kiss on my head and leaving me to my own thoughts again.

What a crappy birthday.

2nd Person POV

Bruce stood outside (y/n)’s bedroom door, frowning. Something else was going on with her, he could tell. He made his way downstairs to the Common Room, where all of the boys were sitting watching a football game. “Hey guys, did any of you notice something off with (y/n) today?” he asked, grabbing everyone’s attention.

Steve, Sam and Bucky all shook their heads. “Nah man, she was all smiles and rainbows this morning at breakfast. Haven’t seen her since though.” Sam responded, his brow furrowing, wondering exactly WHY he hadn’t see the perky (h/c) head during the day. “Same here,” Pietro called out, “she came to zhe training room earlier today smiling, said somezhing about vhat ve had planned for today, zhen left.” Vision and Clint echoed their agreement with Pietro’s statement. “Well I just went to see her. Tony promised after we finished working on our prototype she could come down and hang with us, but she was all curled up in bed already. She had been crying, said she was thinking about her family, but what was weird is she turned me down when I offered to spend the night cuddling with her and watching movies.”

The rest of the guys shared a worried look. (Y/n) never turned down the opportunity to cuddle with any of them, no matter how she was feeling. It was her favourite thing to do next to playing small pranks on them. And they had noticed before, the day that had started out so beautiful had turned dark and cold, a rain storm coming out of nowhere. They realised then it was (y/n)’s powers reacting to her emotions. “Wow, that’s unusual. Maybe we should go see if she’s okay.” Steve suggested, only for Bruce to shake his head. “She said she just wanted to be left alone for the night. Hopefully she’ll be better by the morning.” They all agreed they would check on her after breakfast the next morning if she hadn’t made an appearance by then, then made their ways to their own floors for some rest.

The following morning had all of the boys more concerned than the previous night. Steve, who’s floor was just above (y/n)’s, had spent the majority of the night listening to her cry, her sobs pushing through the layer separating their floors and echoing in his ears thanks to his Super Soldier enhanced hearing. She had finally fallen asleep at around 4 in the morning, and Steve had snuck down to her room to see tears staining her delicate (s/c) skin, her cheeks red and her pillow transparent from the amount of tears she had shed. The rain continued outside, pouring from the sky and not showing any signs of clearing up any time soon. They agreed to let her sleep, voting to check on her later in the afternoon once they could be sure she’d had a lest a good 8 hours of sleep.

When it was just past noon, the boys were gathered around the television again, a movie playing but none of them really paying attention to it. Their heads turned as the elevator doors opened, hoping (y/n) had woken and come down to join them, back to her normal, cheerful self. Instead they were met with the puffed out, soaked to the bone figures of Natasha and Wanda, rushing into the room and scanning the bodies, obviously not finding (y/n) amongst the crowd.

“Hey, how was yesterday, did (y/n) have a good day? What’d you guys get up to for her?” Natasha panted, clutching at her side and attempting to wring out her hair. The other two female Avengers had booked it from the Meeting Room after Fury had debriefed them, wanting to spend the rest of the day with (y/n) to make up for not getting home in time for her birthday.

The guys shared a look of confusion. “Uh, yesterday was okay I guess?” Bucky responded warily. Something was going on, something only the girls seemed to be aware of. “I think (y/n) had an okay day, She was pretty cheery in the morning, but she started feeling a little down in the evening. Said she was missing her family, went to bed early and everything.” Bruce stated.

Natasha and Wanda shared a look, their faces portraying something that resembled a mixture of sadness, annoyance and anger. “You guys DO know what yesterday was, right?” Natasha asked, almost daring them to give her the answer she feared they had. “Um, no?” Vision responded, trying his very best not to cower away from the glare he and the others were receiving from the girls. “What, was it the anniversary of the accident? I thought that was a couple months ago?” Steve asked.

Natasha’s heart sank as she turned to her friend, her expression shocked. “Oh God, zhey forgot.” Wanda stated, devastated. “(Y/n) is probably crushed, sitting in her room, heartbroken.”

“Okay seriously, what was yesterday?!” Tony exclaimed. “What could possibly be so important about yesterday that Has Mother Nature all sulky in her room?” He hadn’t meant for it to come out so rude, but he, along with the rest of the guys, felt pretty annoyed that they were obviously missing something. “Well TONY” Natasha practically snarled, “yesterday was, as you so eloquently named her, was Mother Nature’s BIRTHDAY! First one without any blood relatives around too. In case you forgot, her cousin died four months ago on a mission, leaving her without a single member of her family left.”

There was dead silence. Natasha and Wanda were fuming, not believing that EVERY SINGLE ONE of the boys had forgotten their friend’s birthday. The boys jaws had dropped. “Th-that’s not possible. Her birthday is-“ “(B/d). Also known as YESTERDAY Loki.” Wanda sneered over Loki’s feeble stuttering. “Fuck.” Steve swore, though everyone was too shocked to notice the out of character statement.

“You guys are UNBELIEVABLE!!” Natasha started screaming. “AFTER EVERYHTING THAT BEAUTIFUL GIRL DOES FOR ALL OF YOU, YOU FORGET THE MOST IMPORTANT DAY EVER?! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU!” Wanda took over at this. “HOW COULD YOU BOYS BE SO INSENSITIVE?! SHE IS THERE FOR YOU GUYS NO MATTER WHAT THE SITUATION. HELL, SHE ONCE BROKE EVERY ASGARDIAN RULE SET IN PLACE BECAUSE YOU WERE FALSELY IMPRISONED LOKI! SHE ALMOST DIED MORE THAN ONCE DIVING IN FRONT OF A SHOT MEANT FOR ONE OF US BECAUSE WE WEREN’T LOOKING! HOW MANY TIMES HAS SHE SAID SHE CAN’T IMAGINE HER LIFE WITHOUT ONE OF YOU! WHO BELIEVED IN YOU NO MATTER WHAT YOUR PAST WAS BUCKY?! WHO DIDN’T LEAVE YOUR SIDE ONCE AS YOU SLOWLY ADJUSTED TO THE NEW WORLD STEVE?!”

The boys slowly cowered under the dagger-sharp gazes of the two women in front of them. Clint and Steve were like father-figures to Wanda, but at that moment, they felt like mere little boys who were being reprimanded by their mother as she glared at them.

“Okay, you know what? I can’t even look at any of you right now. I’m going to go and see (y/n), make sure she hasn’t become dehydrated from the amount I just know she’s cried. You had better find a way to fix this, or none of you will be able to stop me from making sure you never, EVER reproduce.” Natasha growled, making each of the boys shiver at the thought. She and Wanda turned away from the room, making their way back to the elevator.

When the two women approached their friend’s door, their hearts broke to hear sniffles and soft sobs coming from inside the room. Natasha slowly opened the door, peaking in to see (y/n) still curled up in her bed, her hair a knotted mess from her night of tossing and turning and her shoulders shaking from her suppressed sobs. Both she and Wanda quietly slipped into the room, approaching the bed and sitting on the edge whilst placing a hand each on (y/n)’s back. She turned to see her friends, her eyes red and puffy from hours of sobbing and tear marks staining her cheeks.

“Oh sveetheart.” Wanda cooed. “Ve are so sorry ve missed your special day. Ve tried so hard to get home in time, but ve just couldn’t.” “W-Wanda? N-N-Nat? W-When did y-you guys g-get home?” (Y/n) spoke, her voice breaking and stuttering as she attempted to control her sobs. “Not too long ago babochka. We just had to make a quick stop and dismember the boys for what they did to you. Do you wanna talk about it?” Nat asked, raising a hand to stroke her friend’s hair. (Y/n) just shook her head, tears spilling from her eyes once again. Honestly she was surprised she had any left to shed. She had been crying since early last night. She slid to the middle of her bed, allowing room for Nat and Wanda to cuddle up to her on each side, sandwiching her between them and wrapping their arms around her shaking frame and resting their heads beside hers. They stayed like that for a few hours, waiting for (y/n)’s cries to finally subside. When she was finally able to sit up and wipe her eyes, Wanda spoke up, “C’mon anđeo, let’s go out to celebrate. Ve promised after all, and ve don’t like to break promises. Nat and I even bought you a beautiful dress you can vear tonight. Ve saw it in a Venice market and couldn’t help but buy it for you.”

A few more hours had passed, and (y/n) was putting on the finishing touches to her makeup. The dress Natasha and Wanda had bought her was truly beautiful. It was (d/l) and (f/c), simple yet accentuating her (b/s) figure in all the right places. The sizing was absolutely perfect and matched her favourite jewellery set to a T. She smiled at herself, her (e/c) eyes shining with happiness for the first time in over 24 hours. The red had almost completely disappeared and thanks to her skills with makeup, you could barely see any traces of puffiness around her face. Her (s/c) skin practically glowed as she stepped out of her bathroom to greet Natasha and Wanda, who were both as elegantly dressed as her. “Well, what do you think? Do I look okay?” “Divan!” “Oglushayushchiy!” they both replied. (Y/n) chuckled. “In English please? I only speak English and a little Italian.” They both laughed and, almost simultaneously, responded with “Stunning!” “Okay, I made Tony hand over one of his credit cards, so we’re going to one of the best night clubs in New York. We’re gonna drink, dance and have a great night and not pay a single dime.” Natasha smirked evilly. (Y/n) and Wanda laughed at their friend, before the three girls left the bedroom and headed for the elevator. FRIDAY informed them that there was a limo waiting to take them to their destination and that all of the males had already retired for the night.

When they arrived at the club the music was pouring out of the doors and windows, the bass making the ground around the building vibrate. The girls giggled as they made their way through the front door and up the stairs to the top floor.

(Y/n) pushed open the heavy door to be met with a loud chorus of “SURPRISE!!!” as she walked in. Her eyes widened at the sight of a ginormous banner that stretched across the room, large block lettering spelling out ‘WE’RE SORRY/HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY’ and, standing underneath it in their best dancing outfits, were Tony, Steve, Clint, Bucky, Sam, Pietro, Thor, Loki, Vision and Bruce.

Her eyes filled with tears as she looked upon her friends, her hear swelling with the love they were showing through, not only the smiles on their faces, but the bunches of (f/f) in each of their hands. The music hummed softly in the background as (y/n) walked towards her friends, tears starting to slip from her eyes once again, only this time, from happiness. Thank God for water-proof makeup.

“(N/n), we are so, so, SO SO SO sorry we forgot about your birthday. We know it doesn’t make up for what we did, but we just want you to know we love you.” Steve said as he walked forward, placing a kiss on her cheek and the flowers in her arms. “You’re always there for us, no matter what the situation, and none of us can believe how selfish we were to forget about the best day of our lives; the day you were born.” Bucky continued, also placing flowers in her hand and a kiss on her cheek. “Without that day, there would be no you, and we can’t have that.” Tony repeated the action. “Who would we have to cuddle without any objections?” Bruce followed. “Or play pranks with?” Loki stated. “Or give piggy back rides to?” Pietro approached. “Or talk to in the early hours of the morning?” Vision questioned. “Who would come on morning runs with me to keep me company whilst the Super Nuts lapped me repeatedly?” Sam asked, causing (y/n) to laugh. “Who would accompany my thunder with all the rain to make my travels between Midgard and Asgard seem like approaching storms and make it easy for me to arrive unnoticed?” Thor proclaimed as he approached (y/n). “And, finally, who would we possibly have to love with all our hearts, unconditionally and unendingly? We love you so much (n/n), and we hope you can forgive us.” Clint finished up, the final bunch of flowers being placed in her arms and one last kiss to her now flushed cheeks.

“You guys, I… I don’t know what to say. This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. Of course I forgive you. I could never stay mad at you. You made a mistake, and as long as you fixed it, everything is going to be fine. Thank you so much.” (y/n) cried, tears flowing down her face as she walked up to and hugged the life out of each of her boys. “I love you guys with all my heart. Thanks for making my day special, even if it was a little late.”

With the problem set behind them, the DJ turned up the music, followed by the lights changing colour and illuminating the room like a rainbow. The Avengers danced the night away, and (y/n) couldn’t have been happier that she got to celebrate a special night with the most special people in her life.

[galaxythreads]

We joke about people needing therapy (and a lot of them do) in MCU, but the real thing we need is COUPLE’S THERAPY: I.g.: 

Wanda and Vision: *Wanda takes an entire town hostage and mind controls them for days on end*

Stephen and Christine in What If...?: *Strange destroys the universe* 

Gamora and Peter: *Peter beats up Thanos which inadvertently leads to him winning* 

Thor and Jane: *Jane gets possessed by an Infinity Stone*

Loki and Sylvie: *Sylvie starts a war among the timelines*

Laura and Clint: *Laura dies, so Clint goes on a murder spree across Japan* 

Steve and Peggy: *Steve yeets himself from the right time and abandons everything and everyone* 

Vulture and his wife from Spiderman: Homecoming *Needs to pay bills, so starts a black market business and tries to kill a teenager*

Malekith and his SO: *Asgard kills his wife, so he plans to murder Asgardians and everything else in retribution with the Reality Stone* 

Natasha’s Parents: *Lose their kids. One gets thrown in prison, the other creates a mind control mist* 

Betty Ross and Bruce: *Betty breaks the law several dozen times to help her bf escape custody* 

and on and on...

[peachylynnie]

Nobody:

Vision: *dies three times*