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Pocket MCU - Iron Man 1/?

In Which Pocket and Tony Have a Video Call.

Word Count: 979

Scene In-Movie @ 10:30

So, I decided to re-watch Iron Man tonight, and I started thinking about how Pocket would fit into existing MCU narratives. So, here's a little bonus, taking place during the first Iron Man movie. This might turn into something, it might not. For now, just a little fun thing I did, mostly so I could write more Pocket/Tony (even though she hasn't been given the nickname 'Pocket' yet). Enjoy!

“Only you would fuck a girl who called you a war profiteer,” you told Tony over the video call from your office in New York. “She still upstairs?”

“Miss Potts should be taking care of her right now,” Tony said as he fiddled with the engine of his 1932 Ford Flathead Roadster in his Malibu garage. 

“How’s that working out, anyway?” you asked, your interest piqued. “She’s lasted loads longer than any of your other personal assistants.”

“She’s good,” Tony said, taking a piece of the car’s engine out and putting it aside. “Very efficient.”

“I like her,” you told him. “I think she’s been good for you.”

“Yeah, well, I wouldn’t need her if you just moved out here permanently,” he told you. 

“And just leave the New York office to Obadiah Stane? I don’t think so,” you said. 

“I don’t know why you hate him so much, Kiddo,” Tony said, turning his focus away from the car and fully onto you.

“He’s the one who hates me,” you clarified. “I’m just matching his energy.”

“I think you’re reading too much into it. He’s a little wary of you, that’s all.”

“He hates that you nominated me for Chief Technical Officer,” you said. “He officially opposed the nomination in front of the board.”

Tony frowned. “When the fuck did that happen? Why wasn’t I informed of it?”

You rolled your eyes. “Maybe if you spent a little less time shooting craps and fucking Vanity Fair reporters, and actually attended a board meeting every once in a while,” you said. 

“I’ll talk to him,” Tony assured you.

“No, don’t,” you protested. “It’s bad enough he thinks I’m just another one of your fangirls. The last thing I need is for you to make a demand on him for my sake.”

“Well, what do you want me to do?” he asked you. “This job is yours– it should be yours. You’ve earned it.”

You sighed. “And I appreciate you saying that. Thing is, I’m not going to prove that by having you tell people. Only way it’s going to happen is if they see what I’m capable of, and if I leave New York for Malibu, they never will.”

“Did I ever tell you you’re very annoying when you make a valid point that goes against what I want?” Tony asked you.

“Frequently. All the time. Why do you think I enjoy doing it so much?”

“You know, I think I liked you better when you were just a stripper,” he said.

You stuck your tongue out at him through the video feed. “Yeah, well, whose fault is it that I’m not anymore?”

“You could always join my flight crew, if you ever wanted back on the pole,” he teased.

“Please,” you scoffed at the suggestion. “You call them dancers? They should be ashamed of themselves.”

“Hey now, what they lack in rhythm, they make up for in other… areas,” Tony smirked. 

“Do you ever get tired of being a giant slut?” you asked affectionately.

“Not yet, but if I do, you’ll be the first to know.”

“Maybe second,” you told him.

“Whaddaya mean?”

“I don’t know– maybe you should tell Miss Potts first,” you grinned. You looked behind him to see the woman in question coming down the stairs through the glass door behind him. “Speaking of which, it’s her birthday today, so be nice.”

Tony’s eyes widened. “How the hell do you know that?” he asked you.

“I pay fucking attention, dumbass,” you said.

Pepper Potts entered the basement, talking on the phone. “You are supposed to be halfway around the world right now,” she said to Tony as she tapped something on her tablet.

“Hey, Pepper,” you called.

“(Y/N), hi,” the other woman said. “How’s the nomination going?”

You shrugged. “Oh, you know, just roadblocks from the patriarchy. No big deal.”

Pepper nodded understandingly at that.

“How’d she take it?” Tony asked Pepper, interrupting your conversation.

“Like a champ,” Pepper offered. 

“Which translates to ‘like an obnoxious bitch,” you chuckled. Pepper winked at you over Tony’s shoulder. “You owe her a raise, Boss,” you told Tony.

“You give a raise,” Tony said. He directed his next words to Pepper: “Why are you trying to hustle me out of here?” 

“Your flight was scheduled to leave an hour and a half ago,” she told him.

“That’s funny,” Tony said as he continued to play with the engine of the Roadster. “I thought with it being my plane and all, that it would just wait for me to get there.”

“This is the flight to Afghanistan?” you asked, and Pepper nodded at you.

“I mean,” Tony spoke over you, “doesn’t it defeat the whole purpose of having your own plane if it departs before you arrive?”

“Ignore him, Pepper,” you said, turning to face your computer monitor. “Tony, if you don’t get your ass to the airport right now, I’m going to hack into JARVIS’s system right now and swap all your playlists from metal to nineties bubblegum pop.”

“You wouldn’t.” Tony said, standing up and wiping his hands on a towel.

“Don’t test me, Boss,” you threatened. “This is a huge-ass contract.”

Inside Tony’s garage, the opening notes of Hanson’s MMMBop began to play.

“Fine, enough! You win, you tiny monster!’ Tony grunted, throwing his towel down. 

You immediately cut the music. “Get on that plane,” you warned him. “I’ll know if you don’t.” You gave him a Look. “And Pepper, tell him to stop pulling your pigtails, okay?”

Pepper blushed, but she just nodded.

“Give Rhodey a hug for me,” you told Tony, “and let me know when you land, you absolute dipshit.” You disconnected the call.

“You know,” said Tony, turning back to Pepper, “sometimes I regret ever meeting that kid.”

Pepper smiled. “No, you don’t.”

Tony grinned at her. “No, no I don’t. Not even for a second. Now, about that Jackson Pollock painting…”

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A collection of one shots and mini-series integrating the main character, Pocket, from Unwanted into the existing narratives of the MCU.

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In Which Pocket and Tony Have a Video Call. (04/22/24)

In Which Pocket Learns Tony is Missing in Afghanistan. (04/22/24)

In Which Pocket Travels to Afghanistan. (04/25/24)

In Which Pocket Meets the Avengers. (4/30/24)

In Which Pocket Tries to Stop Steve from Taking the Quinjet. (05/20/24)

[alotofpockets]

Cheesy pickup lines

Pairing: Yelena Belova x Avenger!Reader

Prompts: “Your flirting is so bad it's adorable." & “Are you bleeding?”

Warnings: Meantions of minor injury and blood.

Masterlist | Marvel masterlist | Words: 600

It seemed like you had a cheesy pickup line for every situation, and were not afraid to use them. Just a few weeks ago the team was headed in the direction of the kitchen when Yelena asked, “What are you all in the mood for, dinner wise?” You were the first to respond, “I'm in the mood for pizza. A pizza you, that is!” After a couple of rolling eyes, and groans, of your fellow Avengers the conversation moved on. Yelena moved your way, “Aw, don’t listen to them, baby. I thought it was a good one.” You quickly pecked her lips before following the rest.

The team was often confused how you managed to convince Yelena to go out with you, after they had witnessed your horrible flirting over and over again for months. Your go to flirting consisted of bad pickup lines, and you used a lot of them. They had hoped that once you and Yelena made your relationship official, the pickup lines would stop. Much to their dismay the cheesy pickup lines continued. 

Not a day went by without you using a pickup line, the team wondering when you would finally run out. But your supply seemed endless when you threw pickup line after pickup line to the young widow. Even throwing some holiday themed ones in the mix like, “Will you send me a selfie so that I can show Santa what I want for Christmas this year?” To which Yelena simply replied that she was already yours, with a peck to your lips.

When you got back from your mission with a few cuts on your face, Yelena rushed to your aid. “Are you bleeding?” She asked, even though she could clearly see the blood on your face. Of course, in your line of work it could be anyone's blood. “Oh, it’s nothing. I just got a few scrapes from falling for you.” You say with a sly smile. Yelena shakes her head at your line with a laugh. She knows that even when you’re in pain you would joke around, trying to hide behind the humor but she knew by the slight wince you did as you smiled, that you were hurting. Without another word she leans in and hugs you tights. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” She says stepping back and taking your hand in hers. 

She cleans up all of your cuts, and puts bandages on the ones that were in need of them. Once she was done she walked you to bed, where you talked about your mission in some cozy pajamas. It had almost become tradition to spend the day after either one of your missions together like this. Making sure to get some rest, and not letting the darkness get to your head without your partner being able to help you. It was one of the things you loved about your relationship with Yelena, the two of you understood each other so well.  

You cuddled into Yelena more when you were done talking about your mission. Smiling when another pickup line idea forms in your brains. “You remind me of a magnet.” You whisper into her shoulder. Yelena, who by now is used to you saying the most random things, is still confused about what you’re getting at. “How come?” She asks with a furrowed brow. “Because you sure are attracting me over here.” Yelena laughs at the newest addition to the ever growing list of pickup lines. “Your flirting is so bad it’s adorable.” She says and hugs you tighter. Unlike your teammates, Yelena would never grow tired of your pickup lines, no matter how bad they were. 

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[floilee]

Kate: Do you want to talk about pockets or we’re going to kiss?

[aleksanderscult]

This is the first time that I'm gonna talk about something else other than the Grishaverse but I can't hold back from saying

What the fuck is going on with the MCU??

They did not just cast Robert fucking Downey Jr. as Doctor Doom who is a Romani character. This is the second time it happens (*flashbacks from Wanda Maximoff's casting*). At this point Marvel has really exposed themselves as a cash-grabbing, racist company and OF COURSE they picked one of the biggest cash-grabbing, racist actors to play such a character. That racist piece of shit had flops ever since "Endgame" and crawled back to Marvel for easy money and roles that he doesn't even bother to act in since he just plays himself.

To all the Romani people that read this, I'm literally so sorry. This is a direct insult to your culture and it keeps happening again and again. You deserve so much better than this.

[iristial]

It's one thing for Kiita Komagine to be so confused about Black Kaito's deal that even Toshiki Inoue didn't have a real answer for him. It's another, more ridiculous thing of epic proportions when Kouhei Higuchi, the leading actor, admitted he had to rely on vibes throughout filming because he didn't know what was going on in the script half the time

[delulu-with-wandanat]

Y/n: *Casually watching a tiktok.*

*That 'why am I so obsessed with Techwear guy'*

Tiktok guy: -Maybe It's because it has so many hidden pockets?

Yelena: Pockets???

Y/n *Looks up*: Hmmm? Oh yeah, have you seen this jacket? It has a lot of cool features. It's water repellent, looks futuristic, has many pockets-

Yelena: POCKETS?!!! *Slams Natasha's credit card.* I'll take 5-

*Extra*

Natasha: WHO THE FUCK USED MY CREDIT CARD?!

[feelingsareforweak]

I joined mcu because of Dumbass geniuses Peter, Tony, Strange and Loki and im leaving mcu because of Peter, Tony, Strange and Loki beCAUSE THEY DESERVED BETTER YOU MFS-

[maximoffhimbo]

Good Morning

summary: A soft morning with your girlfriend Wanda.

Non specific!reader but reader has had top surgery

A soft giggle left Wanda’s lips as you stretched and rolled over.

“G’morning handsome.”

You smiled, scooching closer to her and burying your head in her chest. “Morning.” Wanda watched you intently, your soft y/h/c locks flopping over your eyes. She kisses the top of your head gently. Pausing gently to stay close to you.

As you slowly began to wake up you lookup towards your girlfriend. A soft golden glow cast over her face; her green eyes lit up, inviting you further into her embrace. “I love you, Wands.” She smiled to herself, “I love you too y/n/n.”

Wanda’s hands began to trail down your chest. Her fingers traced over your scars. “I’m so proud of you.” You looked up at her, “why? I haven’t done anything.” She smiled, eyes focused on your chest. “You’ve been you, so authentically you.” You smiled, hands finding hers. “You’re so cute baby.” You spoke gently, struggling to believe this was your life. The life you’d always dreamt of. “I never thought I’d find love.” A whispered confession; a confession spoken to everyone and no one. “I guess that’s just what I was told.” Wanda’s eyes filled with tears. The idea of you, her world, her everything, believing something like that. It broke her heart. “I’ll always love you, y/n.”

You chuckled rolling on to your stomach to look up at her. “I’m serious y/n. I love you. She grabbed your face. “I need you to know I love you.” With your cheeks squished together you smiled and nodded. “I know.” Even though your response came out slightly inaudible, Wanda understood.

“Go back to sleep, love. I’ll wake you up in a bit.” Wanda smiled as she watched you wrap your arms around her and burry your face in her boobs. A chuckle left her mouth as you nuzzled your face closer. A soft sigh barely audible. “Sleep well y/n/n.”

[tenderjock]

this is the face of a woman who is having such a horrible, terrible, no-good, very bad day that for a moment she forgot misogyny existed

[bucky-boychik-barnes]

The Pocket AU Masterpost

Original Works

The Pocket Guide to Pockets (1/1) - A beginner's guide to facts about and care of Pockets. A new type of Soulmate AU. Honey You're Familiar (Like My Mirror Years Ago) (1/?) - On Calum Kilpatrick's first day of school, he comes to the breakfast table with a Pocket in hand.

MCU Pocket AU

Pocket Full of Sunshine (1/2) - Every home ought to have at least one Pocket. This isn't quite how Sarah Rogers thought hers might have one again, but Steven will be Steven. The Coney Island Days - A picture of Steve, Steeb, Bucky, and Booky, on a Coney Island afternoon. Pop Goes the Weasel (2/2)- Steve takes the serum in New York, and it has a reaction overseas. Bucky doesn't need it proven he didn't take all the stupid with him, Steven.

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Pocket MCU - Captain America: Civil War 1/?

In Which Pocket Tries to Stop Steve from Taking the Quinjet.

Word Count: ~1k

Scene In-Movie: 1:41:42

A/N: I took a break to write WFLT. It's pathetic how little writing for that story I've actually gotten done. Instead, I do shit like this. Idk; Pocket stuff just flows out so much easier than anything else. #sorrynotsorry #pocket4life

You opened the hatch of the Quinjet and slowly made your way down the plank, hands raised above your head in surrender as Steve and the Winter Soldier approached. You couldn’t believe that he hadn’t been able to see reason. That it had actually come to this, had come to blows. You couldn’t believe he had torn your family in two.

That he had betrayed you.

“Pocket,” Steve called, “we’re taking the Quinjet. You need to get out of the way.”

“Or else what, Stevie?” you asked through your tears. “You gonna fight me, too?”

“How many girls you got, punk?” the Winter Soldier asked him with a sidelong look, but Steve ignored him. 

“I don’t want to hurt you, Pocket,” Steve said to you, instead. “You know that, don’t you?”

“But you will if you have to, right?” you cried. If you could just keep him talking, keep him distracted long enough for Tony or one of the others to get to you, to stop this insanity. “If I stand in your way. Then all bets are off, aren’t they?”

“Pocket.” Steve took a step toward you, but you took a step back, further up the plank of the jet. You didn’t miss the look of sadness and hurt that crossed his face at your retreat.

“You’re acting like you’re afraid of me,” he said softly. Pained.

“I just watched you try to kill our friends, Steve,” you told him, your voice breaking as you spoke. “I don’t know what to think about you anymore.”

“We’re not trying to kill anyone,” Steve attempted to reassure you, his voice sounding desperate. But you’d been watching on the airport’s security feeds. You’d seen everything. “But I need you to get away from the jet.”

“I can’t let you just leave, Steve,” you said. You were doing your best to keep your voice from shaking, but your entire body was trembling. “If you want the jet, you’re gonna to have to…” you swallowed, hard. “You’re going to have to go through me.”

“Pocket, be sensible, please,” Steve said, taking another step toward you. “You can’t seriously think I’m going to fight you. You're a civilian.”

“I never thought you’d fight Tony, either,” you said, choking back a sob. “But look where that got us.”

Steve took another step toward you, and you retreated once more, reaching behind your back and pulling out the weapon you’d holstered in the waistband of your pants when you’d first realized they were heading toward the jet, toward you.

“Please don’t take another step closer, Steve,” you begged, pointing the gun at him. “Don’t make me do this. Please. Don’t make me do this.”

“You gonna shoot me, Pocket?” he asked, his tone almost condescending. “We’ve known each other too long. You’re not going to hurt me.”

“Maybe not,” you agreed, readjusting your aim so that it was pointed at the Winter Soldier, instead. “But I fucking don’t know him.” You pulled the trigger, sending a blast of sonic propulsion toward the man who had been the catalyst for breaking your family apart. 

“Bucky!” Steve shouted, diving in front of his friend and catching the blast square in the chest. The impact of the blast sent him flying backward, slamming him into the Winter Soldier, and the two went flying into the rubble of the collapsed air traffic control tower behind them.

Steve shook his head, disoriented, as he tried to get his feet back under him. He reached down to help the Winter Soldier rise, as well. “A shock gun, Pocket?” he asked, almost sounding amused once he had checked that his friend was unharmed. “Really? You think that’s going to hurt us?”

“I think I like this one better than the blonde,” the Winter Soldier said to Steve with a small grin, but his words didn’t even register to your ears.

“I’m not trying to hurt you, Steve,” you shouted across the hanger. “I just needed to slow you down.” You darted your eyes behind them to where T’Challa was making his way over the accumulated rubble and Natasha had appeared , seemingly out of nowhere.

Steve’s eyes narrowed, and you knew you’d fucked up– that he’d clocked your nanosecond of distraction. 

Natasha stepped forward to position herself in the line of fire between you and Steve.

“Oh, thank fuck,” you whispered, breathing a sigh of relief knowing your friend had come to back you up.

“You’re not gonna stop,” Natasha said

“You know I can’t,” Steve said to her with a shake of his head.

Natasha raised her arm in Steve’s direction, electronic propulsor at the ready. “I’m gonna regret this,” she said.

To your absolute shock, she aimed it between Steve and the Winter Soldier, shooting a burst of electricity straight at T’Challa.

“NATTY!” you cried out in disbelief as you watched T’Challa convulse and stumble to the ground in front of you. “What the fuck are you doing?!”

She turned to make eye contact with you. “I’m sorry, honey,” she said, "but we have to let them do this." Then she looked back to Steve. "Go!” She fired another blast of electricity at the Wakandan king.

Steve and the Winter Soldier rushed the gangplank, and you knew there was nothing you could do to hold them back. The sonic propulsion had barely kept them down for a single second, and you weren’t fast enough to get them both.

“Please don’t do this, Steve,” you pleaded, one last attempt to make him see reason. “There’s got to be some way we can work this out, all of us, together. Please.”

“This isn’t personal, Pocket,” Steve said, using the shield to knock your gun out of your hand. You watched as it went clattering into a pile of crates at the base of the plank, leaving you completely defenseless and the nerves of your hand singing from the impact of the vibranium.

With super soldier speed you couldn’t hope to match, Steve was behind you, putting you in a headlock, his arms pressing on your carotid artery, and you knew you only had seconds of consciousness left. If he let you live at all.

“I’m so sorry, love,” he whispered, so low you thought you might have hallucinated it, and as your vision tunneled toward blackness, you felt the press of his lips to your temple.

[roseamongroses]

she has the black panther super strength so she can carry her gf’s textbooks back to the dorm

[eternal-goddess-of-war]

[alotofpockets]

Quit going easy on me | Wanda Maximoff

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Powered!Reader

Prompt: "Quit going easy on me."

masterlist | requests: closed | taglist | words: 838

As one of the newest additions to the Avengers, they wanted to make sure you were trained to the best of their abilities, before using you in the field. After you got your basic training, like hand-to-hand combat and weapons training done by a combination of Natasha, Steve and Clint as your teachers, you moved on to the more specified training with Wanda.

You had bonded instantly with Wanda, since your powers had a similar kind of nature. Two of your main powers you had in common with her, creating energy blasts and generating force fields. The biggest difference between your powers was the color in which they presented themselves. Wanda her powers are red, whereas yours are blue.

For the past week Wanda has been working with you no generating your force field. Wanda wanted to make sure you were able to protect yourself before teaching you to be more in control of your blasts. Which, of course, was logical thinking.

Wanda would aim one of her blasts your way, slowly building up the power behind them each time she sent them your way but taking it very slow. You practiced generating your shield from a far distance and kept moving closer to Wanda each time, making the power of her blast hit at a different angle each time. You also practice with generating the force field before, during and after the blast.

Wanda sent blast after blast your way, still only very slowly increasing the power behind them. "Come on, Maximoff." You say after once again blocking her blast with your shield. "Quit going easy on me." A slightly worried look finds its way onto Wanda's face, "Are you sure?" You nod, "I'm ready."

With that Wanda sends another blast your way, it was definitely more powerful than the last ones, but still an easy block for you. The next couple of blasts were even more powerful, but still, you have no trouble generating your force field. When Wanda notices that you're handling the blasts pretty well she says, "I want to try something. I'm going to hold the blast for a longer amount of time, to see if you can keep up the force field. Is that okay?" You tell her it is and get ready for another blast.

After a couple minutes of holding off the blast you start to struggle a bit, thought you keep giving it your all. You're able to handle yourself for a couple more second before your feet start getting pushed back and you lose your control. Wanda's blast knocks you to the ground. Wanda rushes to your side, "I'm so sorry, y/n. Are you okay?" You reach for her extended hand to help you up. "Don't worry about it, Maximoff. I'm fine."

She doesn't buy it though and starts checking you everywhere for possible injuries. To the bare eyes there were no visible injuries. But when Wanda moves her hands to your face, since that is where most of her blast hit you, you flinch. The contact of her hand with you left cheek, made you aware of it actually hurting.

"Oh, y/n, I'm so so sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you." You place your hand on her shoulder. "Hey, look at me, Wands. It's okay, I promise. Do you think Nat didn't kick my butt in our hand-to-hand combat classes?" Wanda releases the breath she was holding. "Okay, if you promise, I believe you. But we are ending training for today and I'm getting you and ice pack."

Wanda took your hand and led you too the common room. She stopped by the couch and told you to wait there for her while she got you an ice pack. She came back within a minute, with an ice pack in hand. She sits down next to you on the couch and places the ice pack on your cheek.

"What happened here?" Natasha asks as she walks in. You answer her by saying, "Maximoff kicked my butt in training." Wanda nudges your shoulder and says "Hey!" You smile and add, "And she's babying me because she feels bad."

Natasha shares a look between the two of you. "Oh shush, you love all the attention from Wanda you can get." You blush at her comment. Because, yes you do, you definitely do. Wanda noticed your rosy cheeks but doesn't say anything about it until Natasha leaves the room again. "Hey y/n?." She asks in a questioning tone.  "What's up?" You respond and turn your head to face her, forgetting just how close the two of you were sitting together.

With your faces only inches apart both of you lost all concentration on the conversation. You look between Wanda her eyes and her lips, you wanted to kiss her so badly. When Wanda notices she leans in slowly, giving you time to pull away if you didn't want this. But you did, you've wanted to kiss her for weeks now. So, you lean in yourself to close the distance.

~

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