#so ren is a little freak and caresses another man’s face

[catnip-dad]

“Would it kill you to be a little more careful?” Joker sighed as he pushed open the heavy, velvet-lined door.

The detective prince gave him an automatic smile. “As I believe I’ve already said, Joker, I’m really quite alright.”

His assurance was betrayed by the arm wrapped around Joker’s shoulder as he leaned his body weight into him and the slight limp in his right leg. He winced slightly as he adjusted his body in order to fit through the single door Joker held open, still relying on him to support his weight. Joker let the door swing shut, a faint click indicating their safety.

“Sit,” Joker said, signaling towards a chair at the table in the center of the room.

“No need to be so demanding,” Crow replied indignantly. He let go of Joker’s shoulder, which he had been unaware he was gripping so tightly, and sat down at the chair Joker had indicated.

Joker sat in the chair adjacent to Crow and began to dig through the first aid kit he had left on the table.

Crow crossed his arms and glanced down at his right leg. The white fabric of his pants leg was torn, revealing an ugly gash, still wet with blood, that stained the surrounding area a crimson red. Akechi knew that once he left the metaverse, the most that would be there is the equivalent of a paper cut. But right now, he was still in the metaverse, and unfortunately, it was still very much bleeding, and still very much painful.

Having found what he was looking for, Joker huffed and faced Crow. “…Here.”

Akechi strained himself in trying not to tense up as Joker rested one hand on Akechi’s thigh and leaned down as the other hand took a damp cloth and gently wiped the blood from the wound. “Seems like an Ose can do some real damage if you get sloppy, huh?”

Akechi scoffed. “I suppose I wasn’t putting my all into that fight.” And you know that full well, don’t you, Robin Hood?

Joker looked up at the regally-clad boy and grinned. “After all, being a hindrance to your team isn’t your concern. You’re fighting for yourself, aren’t you?” The words took on an almost accusatory tone, dripping ever so slightly with disdain. The damp cloth was lifted from Akechi’s wound and set aside.

Crow widened his eyes. “Ah, if I really am being a hindrance….” A stinging pain suddenly struck his cut. A swab of hydrogen peroxide was being pushed against it, chilling the entire area.

“You know I’m messing around with you. Everyone else is still on guard in the slot room. They’re just fine with waiting.”

Crow nodded, then chuckled quietly. He lowered his voice and leaned downwards towards the top of Joker’s head. “And just why are you letting me hold you back, then?”

The cold sensation that was just on his cut suddenly turned to an uncomfortable fizzling as the hydrogen peroxide bubbled on the surface of the broken skin.

Ren raised his head and looked up. Crow’s eyes, no longer obscured by his mask, pierced directly through Joker. Ren’s eyes pierced right back through Akechi. Ren narrowed his eyes. “Couldn’t I ask the same of you?”

Akechi’s gaze did not falter as Ren broke eye contact to reach for the roll of ace bandage. He kept still as he allowed Ren to reach behind the broken fabric on his pants to wrap the bandage around the area, slowly and deliberately. Ren’s purpose in his uncharacteristically meticulous work was left to Akechi’s imagination— until an ungloved hand reached for his face and grasped his jaw.

Ren used his hand to tilt Akechi’s gaze upwards, towards his own face. The two sat with their faces a few inches apart. Akechi’s expression of satisfaction had turned to a scowl, and Ren noticed the rest of his posture had tensed significantly.

“Why are you holding yourself back by working with me?” Ren asked calmly.

“You think I’m holding back?” Akechi snapped, his face still in Ren’s warm hand.

Ren tilted his head ever so slightly. “Of course you are, Akechi. When are you not?”

When was he not? That was a good question. Akechi said nothing in response.

Ren’s hand reached more for his face. His thumb brushed Akechi’s cheekbone, his index finger swept over his jaw. “You’re always holding back.”

“And here you are, tending to my injury like it’s your own,” came a bitter reply.

Ren let go of Akechi’s face and leaned back. “You think I care about my own injuries enough for this kind of thing?” He tore the end of the bandage and finished wrapping Akechi’s leg. He focused his gaze back onto Akechi’s face. “Why do you really choose to work with me?”

Crow sighed as he sat up in his own seat. “It’s simply convenient, is all. You don’t really believe I could still support the Phantom Thieves, after all? Especially not their leader, an outlaw such as yourself. Even if we work together, we’re still not on the same side.”

Joker hummed. “You’ve said something to a similar effect many times before. I wonder how much you really believe that, Akechi-kun.”

Akechi wasn’t sure. He hasn’t been sure what he believes regarding Ren Amamiya for several months. The only thing he does know is that he has to die. He has to die because Goro Akechi cannot risk leaving an obstacle as great as him.

[queenofspades6]

For the Greater Good- (Poe Dameron x reader)

Summary: You are a pilot for the Resistance, and you’ve been captured by the First Order with Poe, your best friend. After an escape attempt, you and Poe surrendered. You chose to do what you think is right for the Resistance

Warnings: A lot of angst, fluff, love confession

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You were crying, alone in a cell on a First Order ship. You couldn’t focus on finding a way out. All you could do was sobbing desperately. You were too frightened to even move. You and Poe have been captured, and you believed he was dead by now. He was your only thought.

Was he dead by your fault?

Did they torture him to retrieve information about the Resistance?

At the mere idea of an injured Poe, you felt yourself breaking internally. Tears were falling silently on your cheeks.

What if he was dead?

You didn’t even have the time to tell him what you truly felt.

You knew already Poe couldn’t be in love with you, because well, he was the Poster boy of the Resistance and you… You were only another pilot.

A pilot that was easily replaced.

A stormtrooper interrupted you in your thoughts. He was dangerously approaching you like a predator chasing his prey and when he entered your cell, you screamed. The stormtrooper was saying something but you didn’t listen. You were too tired to move and too sad to fight back. You let him drag you in what you thought was another prisoner cell. You didn’t care about being moved. You believed you didn’t deserve to live anymore.

Poe was your light in the dark and now that he was dead, you had lost hope.

You knew deep down you could try to fight the stormtrooper. You could overcome him if you tried, but what was it worth? What was life worth for if Poe wasn’t alive anymore? So you closed your eyes and let the stormtrooper drag you away.

When you finally opened your eyes, you found Poe, sleeping in the corner of the same cell.

He was bruised and blooded with his clothes in rags, but he was still alive. That was all you needed to know, you didn’t wait a second to run towards the man you loved.

“Poe!” You screamed, rushing towards him.

Without thinking, you threw yourself into his arms. He woke at the sudden touch, and you sensed him tense before your embrace. After a second, he finally let you hug him like your whole life depended on it. You swore you saw a smile on his pretty face.

“I am so sorry, Poe. It’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have brought you on that mission.”You sobbed leaning on his delicate touch.

”Hey! Hey! Don’t cry, Y/N, I was the one who practically forced you to bring me along. I couldn’t bear you leaving alone.”

You could sense how close Poe and you were when you felt his breath on your face. You immediately reddened.

“We are going to die, Poe! And all because of my recklessness!”You screamed and he hugged you a little tighter to his chest.

You felt tears on your cheeks, yet you didn’t bother to wipe them out. If you were going to die, nothing mattered anymore.

Poe was gazing at you desperately. For once, he was speechless.

“I can’t dream of a better person to die with.”He quietly answered trying to wipe your tears with the back of his sleeve.

“Stop joking, Poe, now is not the time.”You replied, laughing, even if you knew Poe only said that because you were going to die and he probably wanted to comfort you.

Another tear ran down your face. Poe caressed your cheek a little too long to be only friends, and wiped your tear with his hand.

“I am sincere, Y/N! You’re the one I want to die with.”He chuckled.“Well, if I had the choice, I would prefer to live but here we are.”

You smiled at his comment. How could he be so damn handsome even before dying?

“Poe… they can’t torture me.”You explained, bursting into tears and trying to avoid his gaze a little longer.

“Y/N…”

“They can’t, Poe. If they find out what I know, the Resistance won't stand a chance. Before leaving, Leia told me things that they can’t discover! The Resistance needs to survive no matter what… No matter the cost…”You admitted, feeling suddenly weary.

Poe was staring wide-eyed at you. He wanted to comfort you, to take you in his arms, yet, all he could do was glaring at you with fear.

He was good at flirting with people and talking them into something dangerous, but with you he didn’t have the right words. You were his everything and he didn’t want to mess up the strange relationship the two of you had. Instead of talking, he searched for your hand. You forced a smile, knowing it was the right thing to do and squeezed his hand for reassurance. He leaned on your touch, and you let your head fall on his shoulder. You felt the butterflies in your stomach, and a vague of warmth suddenly enveloped your body. You felt at peace with him.

The two of you stayed like that for a while before being interrupted by another stormtrooper. He was staying still and clasping firmly a blaster in his hands, trying to avoid your gaze at all cost. This time, the stormtrooper demanded you to stand up and follow him. You knew where he was going to lead you. Right before Kylo Ren. And you couldn’t let the Supreme Leader know all the Resistance’s secrets and Leia’s. You just couldn’t let them win. It was a war and in order to win, sacrifices needed to be done. When the Resistance wins, there would be heroes and you secretly hoped you’d be one of them.

A dead hero, though.

You stared at the stormtrooper and like he ordered you, you stood up proudly and before he could even react, you caught his blaster and fired at him wildly.

“Nice shot.”Poe whispered, already getting up.

Without wasting time, the two of you headed to the exit’s cell.

You were running, hand in hand, in the corridors of the First Order’s spaceship. You smiled.

You and Poe would make it alive eventually.

Stormtroopers were already marching in your direction. Instinctively, you and Poe chose to head back to the way of your cell.

“Where are we going?”You asked Poe, anxiously.

“We’re going to find a way. Stay calm.”

“I am calm. I AM PERFECTLY CALM! It’s not like there are at least fifteen stormtroopers chasing us and wanting our death. So you see, I am completely relaxed! Everything is under control.”

Embarrassed, Poe shrugged and glared at you.

“For once, just shut up Y/N.”

You shivered. Poe had never spoken to you in that tone. He peered at you and immediately regretted his words. He was trying to think, and you made it difficult for him to focus. He couldn’t afford to lose you. Not now. Not ever.

“I just can’t, Poe! It’s not that easy. We are going to die in that freaking base!”You shouted, still running hand in hand.

And suddenly you stopped on the middle of the corridor. At the sight of the stormtroopers, you kept talking uncontrollably, preventing Poe from finding an escape plan.

“Y/N, please.”He pleaded.

“I can’t stop talking! I can’t!”

Poe did the unexpected. He moved closer to you and quickly took your face between his hands before gently kissing your lips. You gasped but finally savored the kiss. You were voiceless.

“Now, you’re quiet. Strange.”Poe declared smirking. You tried hiding your face and your rosy cheeks. Poe had kissed you. Poe Dameron had kissed you.

He then dragged you to another corridor and another. When you thought you were escaping your pursuers, you and Poe were already outnumbered. Trying to run was too risky so, the two of you surrendered.

Poe gave you a sorry look but kept your fingers intertwined with his.

If you were to die, at least you were with him.

Four stormtroopers were escorting you to your previous cell. You knew you were done. Kylo Ren was going to torture you until death before retrieving information. Leia believed in you. If she hadn’t, she wouldn’t tell you her plans to search for her brother, the legendary Luke Skywalker. The First Order couldn’t know. You and Leia were the only one who knew, until now.

You needed to make a choice. The most important one of your life.

Pulling on Poe’s sleeve, you tried to attract his attention. He suddenly stared at you while the stormtrooper dragged him through the corridor.

“Poe.”

He nodded, quietly.

“I need to tell you something.”You muttered shyly.

“Now’s not the time, Y/N.”

Silently, you peeked at the stormtroopers weapons.

“It can’t wait, Poe.”

“I am sure it can.”He answered, trying to search a way out for the both of you.

“Poe…”

“What?”He questioned, frowning.

You glanced one last time at the stormtrooper’s blaster and gawked at Poe.

“I love you and always will.”You mumbled softly before pressing quickly your lips to his own.

“Y/N? What are…”

It was too late when he realized what you were doing. He could only watch you steal the stormtrooper’s blaster. You plunged your eyes into his one last time.

“Y/N! Please, don’t.”He cried, trying to stop you by all means.

Trembling, you firmly pressed the tip of the blaster on your skull and gazed at Poe with distress.

“I love you, Poe Dameron.”

Poe jumped at you, hoping the weapon would fall, but it was too late.

You pulled the trigger.

Your body fell on the cold floor of the corridor. The stormtroopers watched the scene, quite amazed, they no longer knew what to do. They had orders, yet now what were they supposed to tell their superior? Without caring about them, Poe knelt beside you and took your freezing body into his arms. He let the tears fall along his cheeks.

Why had you done that? Why?

He was aware that Leia shared her secrets with you, however, he didn’t believe you would die trying to defend the Resistance. He knew you were always dedicated to the Resistance, but he didn't think you would sacrifice yourself for the greater good. And yet, you had.

You were now a hero. His hero.

But it didn’t matter, all heroes were dead and so were you. He understood more than anyone your sacrifice. Him who had dedicated his life to the Resistance. But without you, was it really worth it?

He held you against his chest, still crying loudly. He caressed your cheek slowly and then your icy lips, that had kissed him a little while before.

“Why didn’t you wait a little longer, Y/N?”

No answer.

He sobbed again, holding you close to his now shattered heart.

“Because if you had, I could have told you that I loved you too.”

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Check my new series The Mandalorian x reader where you are a Jedi, and Din is a Mandalorian. Love is forbidden for both of you, but what happens when your feelings take over?

⬇️Chapter 1⬇️

[lady-thor-foster]

Hours in Midnight // Thor x Reader (P2)

Pairing: Thor x Reader (POC) Word Count: 3k+ Warning: Mild angst, Mentions of menstruation issues, Violence and Fighting, Language, Fluff, there’s a lot of emotions here and I’m not sure how to properly warn you about it 

Summary: Lies are told. Secrets are revealed. Risks are taken. 

A/N: I’ve been on a Savage Garden kick lately and this song just inspired some beautiful romance, so thank you Darren Hayes. As you know, I’m a huge fan of Nordic theology so I’ve mixed in a bit with comic book canon as well as MCU. Please let me know if you enjoy this!

Inspiration: “I Knew I Loved You” ~ Savage Garden

“There’s just no rhyme or reason Only this sense of completion, And in your eyes, I see the missing pieces, I’m searching for, I think I found my way home…”

Previously on Hours in Midnight // Chapter 3

Thor woke up alone.

Devastation had taken root in his bones before he even opened his eyes; realizing the side of the bed that seems to have always been yours was empty made him physically ill. Even Mjolnir hummed solemnly in your absence. You’d only spent a few days together but for Thor, his soul was never more alive than in your presence. Opening his eyes to emptiness of his chambers served only to confirm what his heart already knew: you left.

Laying there staring at the sky did nothing to calm the storm of thoughts swirling around in his head. How is it possible that his soul recognizes you? The connection between Thor, an Asgardian and you, a Midgardian ran deeper than he could begin to fathom. You’d only lived on the Compound a mere matter of months yet the moment Thor laid eyes on you he could feel his heart abound with joy. It was but a most peculiar situation.

Thor recalled the moment the both of you were first introduced. Despite being born Midgardian, you stood with the regality of a Royal. He watched as your quick observing gaze dissected him as a potential threat; your face was a carefully constructed mask but your eyes revealed everything. He heard your voice in his mind the moment your soul cried out with delight. Your not-so-subtle reaction to his presence went unnoticed by the other Avengers; the excitement of new team members was more important. When you walked away after a brief nod in his direction he was distraught; the sound of your retreating footsteps stirred a long buried anguish he had no memory of. Sighing heavily, he crawled out of bed and made his way to the bathroom; today was going on with or without him.

The welcome sight of his cherished comrades at the dining room table was the first thing to greet Thor when he stepped off the elevator. Festivities were in full force as Sam, Steve, Tasha and Bucky were celebrating the successful completion of their latest mission. Thor smiled to himself; they might not have been Asgardians but they were his family all the same.

“There’s my favourite Asgardian Prince!” cheered an overly rambunctious Sam Wilson.

“Do you know any other Asgardian princes, Sir Falcon?” he asked while laughing.

“Listen man, I told you: Call me Sam. Leave all this ‘sir’ stuff back in the Ren Faire, okay?” Sam said seriously. Thor’s rumbling laughter echoed throughout the dining room.

“As you wish, Sam.”

“Hey, where’s [Y/N]?” asked Steve, “She’s usually here for breakfast by now.” Thor couldn’t respond. The tightness in his chest only worsened. Steve glanced at the Asgardian; an understanding look crossed his face. He sent a not so gentle nudge into Tony’s ribs.

“Come on, Thor! Join us! It’s not a feast without our favourite prince!!” Tony shouted, half in pain. An easy smile crossed Thor’s face; he might not understand things between the both of you but at least he had his Midgardian family to help him through. Maybe missing you wouldn’t be as hard as he thought.

Leaving the safe embrace of your favourite Asgardian was one of the hardest things you’d ever done.

The cold of the tile whipped your feet in punishment the moment you crawled out of his bed. How could someone you’d only spent just a few days with come to mean so much to you so quickly? Why did you already feel the effects of love?

You aren’t sure exactly when you began to fall for him but you could swear it felt as if you’d already loved him for ages. Everything was easy; you fit like puzzle pieces. Taking one last long look at Thor’s sleeping form, your felt heart sink into your stomach. Even Mjolnir hummed unhappily. You wouldn’t see him again for weeks; saying goodbye was unimaginable.

Seeing Clint Barton’s knowing face the moment you stepped onto the Quinjet was almost enough to send you crawling back to bed. You weren’t ready to face the reality of your feelings just yet so you just ignored his radiating sympathy by focusing on stowing away your gear. You tried anyway.

“It doesn’t get any easier you know,” he said gently while strapping himself in.

“What doesn’t?”

“Leaving the ones we love behind.”

“I have no idea what you’re mumbling about, Barton,” you snapped. He sighed and tossed you a soft smile. You refused to meet his gaze. His words bouncing around your brain only served to irritate you further; shaking all thoughts of Thor from your mind, you opened the mission briefing. Two months in London here you come.

This had to be the worst mission you’d ever taken, Chitauri invasion included. From the moment you and Barton touched down in some unknown grassy field in England, things just kept going wrong.

First, your MI6 contact had no record of the two of you receiving authorization to be in the country. Second, after you sorted out the secretarial error, you found out the mission was actually three months long. Three months in cold, wet and frizz inducing weather. No amount of frizz control or leave in conditioner could control your wild and thick mane. (You were so incredibly thankful that Pepper helped you get protective styles become regulation because there was no way your free hair could survive in England.)

Third, the safe house MI6 set up for you and Barton was overrun with rodents. Rodents! This wouldn’t have been too much of an issue to deal with if the both of you were there for a couple of weeks NOT THREE FREAKING MONTHS. After the third day Barton got tired of trapping and releasing the obnoxious pests that he just called Fury and straight up demanded better accommodations. It was the first time you’d ever seen him truly angry; you made a mental note to never get on his bad side.

Once the two of you settled into a SHIELD safe house nearby, you discovered the rodents had chewed through half of your clothing and eaten your tampons. Barton thought that revelation was absolutely hilarious.

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW, CLINT? HOW THE HELL IS THIS FUNNY?!” you shrieked at the archer who was currently laughing hysterically while rolling on the floor. You would have found the situation amusing if this didn’t happen to be the one month you had a period. You seriously needed a better birth control.

“Come on, [Y/N]. Don’t you find this just a little bit funny?”

“I would if I weren’t currently bleeding through my backup reserves,” you retorted. That shut him up real quick.  He popped up off the floor and did his best to compose himself.

“Alright, what can I do to help?”

“Go to the store and grab [your preferred brand of tampons] and some Midol. If you wouldn’t mind picking up a few things of ice cream and chocolate bars while you’re at it, that would be wonderful. I’ll contact Fury about sending me some extra gear. Thank the universe the actual mission isn’t for another week. I don’t know why MI6 thought we needed an entire month of prep, but right now I’m not complaining about it.”

“You got it.” He shrugged on his coat and headed for the door, snickering under his breath.

“Laugh at me one more time Barton; I swear to god you’re going to find out personally what it’s like to suffer from abdominal pain all week long.” He stopped laughing immediately and scurried out the front door faster than humanly possible. Even Pietro would be impressed.

Now that Clint was gone, the massive safe house suddenly made your skin crawl. You couldn’t shake the feeling that someone or something was watching you. A cold breeze caressed your skin; you felt the sudden urge to hurl. The sensation of fingers trailing up your arm had you suddenly reaching for your throwing blades.

“Hello?” you called out. The sudden need to smack yourself was almost impossible to resist. Way to sound like an idiot in a slasher horror movie, [Y/N]. A dark figure loomed in the corner of your right eye. Whirling around to face the suspicious figure, you were startled to find no one there. What the hell is going on? Every hair on your body stood on end; your instincts screamed danger. Time stood still. The temperature in the room decreased dramatically. You could actually see your breath in the air.

There was something primal and familiar about the taste of magick on your tongue. A long forgotten memory stirred in the back of your mind but before you could access it, something crashed to the floor behind you. Whirling around, you reading yourself for a fight. Your eyes led you to believe that you were alone but you knew better. You’d been an assassin far too long.

A small mew pierced the silence. What the—was that…? Another mew rang out. You spun around to see a small all black kitten with one green colored and one blue colored eye shivering on the ground under a table. Well then. Holstering your weapons, you knelt down to the floor to appear less threatening.

“Come here sweetheart. What are you doing out hear all by yourself?” you murmured. The kitten mewed in response. Flattening yourself against the floor to get eye level with the shaking kitten, you stretched your hand out cautiously. The kitten sniffed at your fingers curiously.

“It’s okay, darling. I won’t hurt you,” you said soothingly. As if finally determining you weren’t a threat, the tiny kitten launched itself it your hand, nipping playfully. You laughed softly and pulled yourself to a sitting position, previous danger temporarily forgotten.

Clint was a little startled to find you napping on the couch with a tiny black kitten watching him warily from your arms. Where the hell did you even find a kitten? Every time he even thought about going to wake you the kitten hissed viciously. Deciding he didn’t want to risk the tiny demon’s wrath, he pulled out his phone and sent a series of texts. Clearly he had to know someone who knew what to do in this situation.

Natasha was enjoying her mini vacation from Clint’s rambunctious antics while he was away on mission. As much as she loved the archer and their shared past, sometimes she needed to just step back and take a breather. She could only hope Kate Kane was enjoying her vacation as well. She’d finally convinced Wanda to take a break from the chaos of the Tower and relax on the pool deck with her.

“You were right Tash,” Wanda said as she read her book and lounged by the pool, “it’s definitely more fun without the boys.”

“What did I tell you? Everything is a thousand times more relaxing without male ego stinking up the place,” she laughed.

“Don’t let Tony or Bucky hear you say that. They’ll have a fit.”

“And Pietro won’t?” she challenged.

“My brother’s ego defies all odds. He’s secure enough in himself. I think…” Wanda replied. Natasha was too busy laughing to notice her phone buzzing repeatedly in her bag.

“I think Clint needs your attention, Tash.”

“He’s hardly been gone a few weeks! What could he possibly need right now?” she said exasperated. Reaching in her bag, she could immediately count at least 10 text messages from her best friend. She groaned inwardly and opened them.

“There’s a kitten sleeping on [Y/N],” the first one said. What the fuck?

“Naaaaaaat. I think the kitten wants to kill me,” read the second. Natasha just rolled her eyes at his dramatics.

“I’m serious! I’m pretty sure this tiny demon is plotting my death right this second.”

“Nat! It keeps hissing at me!! I just wanted to let [Y/N] know that I got the tampons she asked for.”

“Did I tell you the rats at our last ‘safe house’ ate all of hers? I feel bad for laughing but damn, that was fucking hilarious.” She was honestly surprised you didn’t physically injure him for laughing at you.

“Where did she even get a cat? WE’RE IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE NAT. WHERE DID THE CAT COME FROM?! IT HAS TWO DIFFERENT COLOR EYES.”

“NATASHAAAAAAAA. I’M SO CONFUUUUUUUSED.”

“Wait, do all people who have periods acquire cats?”

“Do you think she wants to keep the cat? Hang on, she’s awake now lemme ask.” A few minutes passed between this and his next message.

“Update: We’re keeping the cat. Fuck.”

“JFC. Barton. What did we say about spamming me via text message especially when I’m on vacation?” Natasha replied.

“If it’s not an emergency, meeting, or mission related keep the messages a minimum.”

“What do you mean you’re keeping the cat?”

“She named it Lorelei.”

“Oh.”

“What’s going on?” Wanda asked.

“Apparently [Y/N] adopted a cat. Clint isn’t very happy about it.”

“Isn’t that a tiny bit hypocritical considering Clint adopts basically everything that moves?” Wanda snorted. Natasha burst into a fit of giggles.

“Between you and me: I think he’s just jealous because for once in his life an animal doesn’t like him.”

Thor decided that since he wasn’t needed on a mission or in Asgard that he’d finally go visit his mother Jord in Norway. Beckoning Heimdall, he set off on his journey.

“It is indeed quite lovely to see you, my beautiful son,” she smiled as she poured him a drink. He nodded his thanks and she settled herself into her own seat at the porch table.

“I apologize that I don’t visit you more often, Mother. Unfortunately, my duties prevent me from doing as I wish,” he replied.

“You father has always been a stickler for doing his duty. I’m not surprised you ended up like him in that way.”

“Thank you, Mother.”

“So tell me, what’s on your mind?” she asked with a twinkle in her eyes.

“Can this not just be a simple visit between a man and his mother?” he grinned.

“Your father isn’t the only one who knows things. What’s on your mind?”

“Do you think Asgardians have soulmates?” he asked. Jord nearly choked on her wine. Alarmed, Thor rushed to his mother’s side and pat her back roughly. Taking a few sips from the water glass in front of her, she waved him back to his chair.

“Why—why do you wish to know?” she asked warily.

“Because I think I might have met mine,” he responded earnestly. Jord shattered the glass in her hand in complete surprise. How was this possible? After everything she and Odin did to ensure this very conversation would never happen again, here Thor was, treading dangerous waters.

“Are you alright, Mother?” Thor worried. Jord nodded absentmindedly and with a wave of her hand, the glass put itself back together on the table.

“What do you mean you believe you have found yours?”

“There is a new Avenger. Her name is [Y/F/N]. I do not know how but it feels as if I have known her for ages. The moment we met, I heard her soul as it recognized me. I am unsure if she noticed. I am unsure if she knows or even feels the same way.”

It took every ounce of control Jord possessed to not react to Thor’s statement. She couldn’t believe her ears. You were alive! How the Hel were you alive? After all of these years, it was a twist of cruel irony that you would meet Thor as a hero yourself. Jord found herself chuckling sardonically.

“Have I amused you somehow, Mother?” Thor asked with a confused expression on his handsome face.

“Not you, my son. The situation. When we were younger, I used to think your father and I were soul mates. Now I know that was the wishful thinking of a foolish girl.”

“I am deeply sorry things between you and The All Father did not work out. Despite my affection for Frigga, she could never replace you as my Mother,” he said. Jord smiled warmly at her kind son. She felt exceptional guilt that she was about to lie to him, even if it were to protect him.

“I hope you know just how much I appreciate you, my darling son. To answer your question: I know not of Asgardians having soul mates,” she lied smoothly, “Perhaps I could visit the Norns on your behalf and seek answers?”

“I would be forever grateful, Mother. Thank you.”

“Anything for you, my darling. Anything for you.”

A week passed.

You and Clint were finally setting off to go on your recon mission. You were just glad your goddamn uterus had finally decided to stop trying to put an end to you. It took a little while, but Lorelei was finally semi comfortable around you. She still absolutely hated Clint, which you found hilarious.

“[Y/N]! Your little demon is watching me pee again!” Clint shouted from the bathroom

“You are a grown man, you can ignore the cat! If you stopped peeing with the door open we wouldn’t have this problem.”

“How else am I supposed to see the subtitles for the movie when I pee?” he asked. You heard the faint sound of the toilet flushing and the sink running. You heard a yelp and then the skittering of Lorelei’s paws on the wood floors. Clint hopped out of the bathroom staring daggers at the mischievous kitten who was now seeking refuge in your arms. You laughed at the both of them.

“You do know you can pause the movie…don’t you, Barton?”

“I lost the remote…,” he said ashamedly.

“Fuckin hell, Barton. How does Kate live with you and not rip her hair out all the time?”

“Real nice burn there, [Y/N]. Why don’t you tell me how you really feel?”

“Annoyed. Hungry. Wishing we could go home already,” you stated. Clint rolled his eyes and flipped you the bird. You stuck your tongue out at him.

“Shouldn't you be getting ready to leave? The car will be here in 20 minutes.”

“Unlike you, Barton. I don’t take forever to get ready.”

“Ha. Ha. Ha.”

Remember how things had been going wrong left and right since you and Clint set foot in the godforsaken country? The mission was no exception. Despite all of the intel saying otherwise, the base you were infiltrating was overrun with HYDRA soldiers.

“Shit!” you hissed to yourself. Barton should count himself lucky that his half of the mission wasn’t for another week. Instead of calling for an immediate extraction (as was protocol) you decided to risk it and attempt to salvage the mission. This wasn’t anything you hadn’t dealt with before in your time as one of the world’s deadliest assassins. (A fact which none of your fellow Avengers, or anyone at SHIELD knew. Ironically, there was still a SHIELD bulletin that still called for your arrest. You snickered to yourself every time you saw it.)

As you scoped out the guards’ routine, you couldn’t shake the feeling that someone or something was watching you. It made your skin crawl. Deciding to push it to the back of your mind, you made your way down to the far entrance of the building, having spotted your way in. That was a near fatal mistake. A guard came back to post earlier than you anticipated.

Even though you’d watched the guards for nearly two hours and clocked when they changed shifts down to the second, you couldn’t compensate for human nature.

“Hey!” he shouted.

“Fuck,” you muttered under your breath. Here’s hoping HYDRA guards were as stupid as they looked. No such luck. Shouting in at you Russian, he didn’t have time to raise his gun more than an inch before you let one of your knives fly. His body slumped to the ground noisily.

“Damn. I was really hoping to keep those clean this time around,” you said to yourself as you pulled the knife from his body. The cock of a gun hammer sounded behind you.

“Lucky for me, I was really hoping I’d get to kill someone today,” a man snarled behind you. You groaned inwardly; this was just not your day! Whirling around, you palmed another knife and loosed it before he could pull the trigger. He looked at you in surprise as he clutched the knife buried in his chest. He crumpled to his knees and collapsed. You sighed sadly; no matter how many times you’ve done it, taking a life always took a piece of your soul. Suddenly an alarm sounded around you. Son of a bitch!

“Are you sure it’s her, Heimdall?” a woman asked.

“My eyes do not deceive me, My Lady. It is Princess [Y/N].”

“How is this possible? We all saw her die!”

“I know not, My Lady. But if you do not go down there, we may yet watch her die again.”

“Very well. Open the Bifrost.”

“As you wish.”

You’d been completely surrounded by a horde of enemy soldiers before, but this was something else. Even with your talents, you didn’t think you’d be getting out of this completely scot free. Palming more knives, you squared your shoulders. It was now or never. Before you could even get a shot off, a blinding light appeared. It disappeared as quickly as it came, revealing a large woman in battle armor, brandishing a large sword. You’d had just enough with surprise encounters today.

“Sif? What the hell?!”

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