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teekays · 22 days

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hello! if memory serves you are the blog that talked about boy band pretty as a marketing tactic (or something to that effect? the search function does not work so if i’m wrong i’m terribly sorry) and i was wondering if you would be willing to find someone from each team (can include prospects if you want) to create the ultimate nhl boy band. this is not a necessary thing to do, solely shits and gigs and if you ever feel like it doing it. have a lovely day!

HIIIIIII that WAS me and you sent this at the perfect time because i am at the laundromat with time to kill and i LOVE to discuss this.... let's chop it up.... a few disclaimers: this is subjective so don't get mad at me and i will be including prospects and ahl players where i know its applicable BUT for most of these teams i will be going off the main roster + looks alone because if i did a full deep dive vibes analysis on every team's roster and prospects it would take me like two months to answer this ask... you understand. we are being SHALLOW here today in the true spirit of the boy band industry. let's go!!!

carolina hurricanes: i know everyone wants me to say sebastian aho but he is 1) too old 2) too unsettling looking. the elf on the shelf is not boy band pretty im sorry 😭 i do love him but he's just not the vibe here... i will say based on looks either scott morrow or jackson blake and his 90s heartthrob hair. i want to say seth jarvis because he's my special pop pop but that does contradict almost everything i have said previously so i will not be biased but know that if he was a pop star i would be his biggest fan i would kiss his poster. and that's my truth

columbus blue jackets: in the interest of journalistic integrity i went to their roster instead of just saying it's obviously kj as the intimidating aloof one in the boy ("boy") band but actually i do think it's cole sillinger.... teen heartthrob. also i didn't know that he was born in columbus because his dad was playing for the team and his brother is also on the team??? imagine having a whole destiny like that and its for COLUMBUS OHIO 😭

new jersey devils: jack hughes. open and shut case argue with the WALL

new york islanders: NOT MAT BARZAL. HE LOOKS 35. STAND UP LADIES!!! lowkey i do not know any of these dudes and this roster is kind of busted as fuck 😭😭😭 (NOT ANTHONY DUCLAIR who is too old to be a boy band boy but who i do love) bargain bin team... anyway isaiah george YOU! are the only cute person the new york islanders

new york rangers: matt rempe. those pictures of him lounging around on the phone??? wow. no words. diva heartthrob behavior. it's sad what they're doing to him what are we doing to our beautiful queens :(

philadelphia flyers: after much careful deliberation.... i think denver barkey is taking it. denver is such a deeply boy band name tbh he was born for this!!! i know everyone thinks it's jamie (who i still forget is a flyer 😭) but can you imagine him on a stage? singing a song? they are reinventing shoegaze for him. negative star quality (AFFECTIONATE!!!!!!! LOVING!!!!!!!!!!!!)

pittsburgh penguins: well NOW the obvious answer is rutger mcgroarty... not even worth going through that senior center roster when he's there tbh sorry pens

washington capitals: AGAIN. SENIOR CENTER ROSTER. i had to go to their prospects page to find someone suitable and my vote is patrick leonard he's a cutie!!! also im so sorry to say this but my jaw dropped when i got to this guy why are you playing hockey you need to make a children's album RIGHT NOW. i know he could do a banger cover of the We're going on a bear hunt song. but i digress...

boston bruins: matthew poitras is adorable and exudes star quality NEXTTTT. shoutout also brett harrison who looks like a long lost jonas brother

buffalo sabres: JACK QUINNN JQUIZZY HIMSELF partly for looks mostly for vibes... he has extreme "jack dylan grazer vape apology video" energy and also he has that boyish charm... either him or devon levi (hot) not miss owen power for the same reasons as jamie. she could never be a pop star 😔 ryan mcleod used to be the oilers popstar boy but now he's got too much competition he's a little niche for the title

detroit red wings: my gut tells me simon edvinsson but a look at the roster tells me there is some competition in the form of amadeus lombardi... if we were discussing this two years ago mo seider would be the obvious answer but he's too grizzled now 😔

florida panthers: 🙄 here comes another busted fucking roster... i guess denisenko??? panthers are not really representing here....

montreal canadiens: ARBER <3 he's like the bad boy hottie in the boy band. the one that makes your dad shake his head when he sees him on tv

ottawa senators: wow the atlantic division is fucking WACK this was another case of like. okay i guess ill pick one of yous but REALLY? so congratulations jorian donovan YOU are in the boy band

tampa bay lightning: seriously what is going on in this division. jack finley looks like he was the closeted one in a boy band from the early 2000s but he's aged past that now and he has a husband and a wine brand.... so we will bring him back for nostalgia points. welcome to the team. also i have to be honest i thought of myself as pretty well acquainted with the ahl but the SYRACUSE CRUNCH? that's crazy

leafs: JOSEPH WOLL! boyish charm out the ears on that one. a real cutie

chicago: obviously it's bedard. we all know it's bedard. on the surface he has no charisma but he does have a certain kind of shy boy charm and he IS adorable... he's the one in the boy band who makes your mom tut over him like "he seems like a nice boy"

colorado avalanche: wow huge props to matt stienburg for having maybe the single most boy band roster photo i have seen yet... THIS is the guy they get in the boy band because he's already had huge success with his hit single called like, Heart React Girlfriend or whatever. this is jacob sartorius if he played hockey. this is chase dreams. this kid is going places

dallas stars: it's obviously wyjo, joining the ranks with cbedard as The Nice One <3

minnesota wild: okay i was going to say brock faber because every group needs a kevin jonas (SORRY BROCK) but WHO is kyle masters and why does he look like knockoff brendan brisson. budget briss. diet briss. we have briss at home.

nashville predators: this just reminded me cody glass is a penguin now 💔 anyway the preds have some STRONG contenders here wow.... jeremy hanzel is taking it but i think luke evangelista could pull it off... now if you asked me to be really subjective it would be ozzy wiesblatt who would also be the subject of much poster kissing and rigged "which member of the nhl boy band should you date" tests so i get him as the result but that's just me....

st louis blues: jeremie biakabutuka your radiant smile has charmed me.... welcome to the band....

utah whatevers: MONTANA ONYEBUCHI I AM SO FUCKING SORRY THE SHARKS DIDNT APPRECIATE YOU. BUT WE WILL..... also matt villalta kinda giving off brand kj... you could build a whole off brand version of that umich team just with guys from other teams i bet

winnipeg jets: dylan coghlan you will always be famous to ME but i fear you are a little too old for our purposes here.... other than him they kinda don't have a lot going for them.... brayden yager it is your time to shine as off brand owen power ♥️

anaheim ducks: some strong competition here... tz is the obvious choice but i think we need to think bigger... olen zellwegger please step forward....

calgary flames: matt coronato i am free on thursday if you would like to hang out on thursday when i am free and also join this boy band

edmonton oilers: yet another old ass roster 😭 they're lucky they got so many sabres because matt savoie is saving their asses rn

los angeles kings: angus booth is smizing in every single photo i saw of him so. come on now

san jose sharks: it's so obviously will smith i don't even know what we're doing here tbh

seattle kraken: tye kartye looks like he would be into white water rafting so he can be the nature guy in the boy band.... strong competition from tucker robertson but he's just a touch too gay porn for this vibe

vancouver canucks: JETT WOO... HELLO.... but also shoutout cole mcward for having 2014 gay youtuber phenotype. a connor franta troye sivan type face if ive ever seen one

vegas golden knights: BRISS ‼️‼️‼️ my little tabloid queen... not only is he in the boy band but he's in the news and the media. he was born to be a star. natural ham. child actor energy. alex holtz is also a strong contender for this but i think he's off on his own doing his little pop star solo act thing

this took way longer than laundromat time but it was worth it i had so much fun!!!!! thank you!!!!!!

#THIS WAS SERIOUSLY SO FUN and also made me feel kind of mean for being like ummm you're ugly youre ugly youre ugly. but whatever #sorry for the copious amounts of unrelated bullshit also 😭#asks

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wmarximoff · 2 years

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𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞 | 𝐰. 𝐦𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟

summary: you return home after being kicked out of college - your father is not happy, but your stepmother certainly is.

warnings (18+): smut, very light somnophilia hints, strap-on sex (Wanda receiving), stepcest, unspecified legal age-gap, mommy kink, heavy mommy issues, sizable daddy issues, drinking, smoking, praise kink, certain amounts of angst, bad parenting, breastfeeding. MINORS DNI.

pairing: Wanda x fem!reader

word count: 4k

A/N: and the whole writing about stepmom!Wanda thing is getting worse…

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It was a sunny late afternoon, warm on the skin underneath your clothes, when you took the lighter close to the cigarette that appeared between your parted lips and ran the surface of your thumb across the spark wheel, creating the necessary ignition for the ember to flicker and ignite the tip of that little white cylinder, which blinked like a firefly down your nose tip.

Your sense of smell captured an emanation of wholesome, sour, idle odor – an act of teenage rebellion turned into a noxious addiction. A puff of thick white smoke rose from your nostrils. Someone gave you a crooked look when you sighed in heavy smoke.

You were sitting on a wooden bench under the shade of a long-standing oak tree in the middle of the small green square of the city, which sheltered you in the shadows of its ancient branches, in the surroundings of the structure of the white wooden gazebo that could well have been there since the fifties; the small convenience stores spread all around, the people staring at you because they all knew your fate – what your return to Westview represented, the flaw in the perfect family picture.

Everyone in town knew your parents, your father and stepmother, Jarvis (Vis for those neighbors who were more superficially intimate) and Wanda, and so your name was thrown to the wind with totally disconnected intonations to the public admiration assigned to that couple, typical small-town good samaritans – you spray-painted a billboard or got caught by the sheriff drinking in front of the gas station convenience at just sixteen years old, even though you never bothered to hide your petty misdeeds in none of these cases.

It had been a week since your return, seven days had passed that very morning. The short drive back had been as quiet as it could be – a few hours, no more, objectively and adamantly quiet to the core; the well-trained ear would just catch the sound of the asphalt sliding under the well-heeled car's tires, vibrating and petulant, icy air being expelled from the air-conditioning in cold puffs against the warm skin of your face, in a swath soon under your chin.

You followed, solemnly, your tired eyes behind your heavy lids, as the melancholy houses passed by the gloomy panorama presented in that small suburban town, sweet little houses with buttery walls and windows with wide open light cotton curtains, all surrounded by meters of pointed low wooden fences standing close together in lavish, sweeping rows in front of well-trimmed green lawns and behind neat sidewalks and vibrant trees.

You weren't born in Westview , in the heart of New Jersey, but outside in the neighborhoods of that city where all the smallest details had throughout your early life were derived – at the height of your simple ten or eleven years of age, overwhelming in an air of rebellion for an orphaned child of a resigned mother and lacking the affection of a disinterested father, that was the location chosen by that man as a starting point of the unusual life of him as a newlywed, at the time, with your stepmother Wanda Maximoff, pushing for suburban life patterned within the traditionalist mold of a square box, as socially anachronistic as it gets.

Jarvis Stark was a reserved and rather austere man, after all, an old-fashioned thinker, a classic political liberal and an unyielding conservative – abandoned by his first wife with the eldest daughter he didn't know how to raise, a father of three, the breadwinner, a proud Republican voter. And you were, then, the twenty-year-old daughter, the eldest failure, who was asked to withdraw from college because your grades were worthy of nothing but shame and stoning in the public square.

So you believed that only conformism could soothe you out of your succinct attachment to the reality which you found yourself, deeply enraged and dangerously bored, somewhere on the fine line that separated these two opposite poles of mood from ego. The car swerved around a corner, your childhood home looming into view at the end of the street. Westview, always the same, never different. So you sighed, a heavy, icy sigh, lifting and lowering your chest inside the baggy shirt you'd pulled over your head hours earlier.

Sighing was the little you could do, but perhaps it could be a prudent way of expressing your discontent with the current situation around you when Jarvis parked the car in front of the family home, Wanda's well-tended rose bushes rising into the front yard in a polychromatic vortex of blood red color.

The window of your old room upstairs looked at you gloomily as if it didn't want to welcome you back – nobody did, after all. And you looked at it as if you could stone it, with all the hatred worthy of a child that no one ever wanted to harbor wrapped up inside an adult body barely rigid to the touch.

“Y/n,” your father's dictatorial voice echoed into the silence that filled the vehicle, his pale cerulean eyes behind the lenses of his thin-rimmed glasses staring only at the leather steering wheel, irises hard with fury, never turning back to your figure sitting on the bench next to him.

“Before we go in I want one thing to be clear here, Y/n. I’m not kidding. You're not a child anymore, though you're still behaving like one, and I'm not going to treat you like one. I'm going to treat you like an adult, because that's what you are now. The playtime is over. I will no longer tolerate this type of behavior on your part.”

There was a silent pause, not long enough to give you the go-ahead to come up with a response to that man in the cashmere blazer and dark turtleneck blouse, a philosophy teacher who was dissatisfied with the denial of his academic career that had confined him eternally to the position of high school teacher.

“You're going to have to grow up. Do you even understand what that means, at least? Nothing is free anymore, the world is not going to be kind to you, and neither am I. Tomorrow you will look for a job and while you are living under my roof until you can support yourself, you will have to contribute to the household expenses and follow my rules. No more drinking, smoking, being up late or loud music, all of that is over now. If you want to have a bed and food on your plate inside my house, you will do it my way. Did I made myself clear, Y/n?”

And then Jarvis looked at you with the recognition of a father thundering in the circle of his blue irises, but the kind of father who doesn't much like to acknowledge that you are the kind of child he made, that his strict upbringing backfired and culminated in an as unserviceable adult as you could be, a reactionary time bomb in all the splendor of your young-coming-of-age as irresponsible and immature as you could be.

“Did I made myself clear, Y/n?!” he repeated, because his answer was silence. Eyes staring back at him as a result of the upbringing he gave you, your icy breath misting inside the car.

“Crystal clear, Dad,” cynicism crept under your tongue, spitting bitterness between your teeth. You wouldn't give him the satisfaction of taming your fury like an angry dog gagged at a muzzle – you never have before, after all.

That man stared at you for a single broken second as if he was going to stuff his tight nostrils to say anything, but he didn't, not in the way he could have said it. He just unfastened the seat belt across his broad chest and looked straight ahead again, stoic, ever so categorical and impassive.

“Fine,” said Jarvis, then already leading his long, bony right fingers to the doorknob, “And while you're here you're going to obey your mom and help her with the housework. This is an order, Y/n. I don't expect less than that.”

There was no opening for an answer as he then got out of the car and closed the door behind him with a hollow thud. Your eyes burned the back of the café-au-lait-colored blazer your father wore on his tall, skinny body with a vaguely British bearing, and a whisper that only your ears caught was said in the icy air inside the car.

“She’s not my mom...”

Stepping out of the car into the sweltering heat of a small town was an act at least fueled by the humiliation that weighed on the muscles just above your shoulder blades, your head hanging down with gravity in a vague impression of cowardice – on the contrary, however, since the poison running through your veins was of pure yellowing fury that compelled you to crease your brow. It's been a week, and you still haven't found a job, and your dad still doesn't lock eyes with you. Not that it mattered. It didn't matter, he never did before.

The afternoon sun hid behind the hills in the distance, and night fell like a veil over the small-town square. Conveniences closed their doors and you started walking. Going back to your childhood home depressed you, but you knew that in time it would stop bothering you. Going back to the childhood home where your father lived with his wife and his other children was what made an unpleasant impression on your nerves.

Especially when going up the three measly white painted wooden steps of the porch that led to the main entrance door of that family residence, with the night also coming the sloppiness worthy of a soul so enraged that only a young girl kicked from the university could contain within herself.

Your father's car wasn't in the driveway, and your younger half-brothers, the twins, were nowhere to be found or to be seen – not on the sofa in front of the television, not a single whiff of two ten-year-olds coming from upstairs. Only she was there, gracefully seated on the dark linen sofa, sipping expensive wine, as red as the roses and her fingernails and her long, glossy locks, in front of the television that was flashing some old program she liked.

Wanda Maximoff, your father's wife, your brothers' mother. A pair of eyes with emerald irises that blinked green in the low lights of the room and crossed their path with your figure standing in the doorway. There was the hint of a tentative smile that was stopped halfway when Wanda looked at you.

“Oh, hello dear, are you–” you looked at her when she did too, “Y/n?”

And something intrinsic to the red core of her soul just unraveled the complex puzzle expressed in the muscles of your face (call it maternal instinct or just taking the time to really pay attention to you), as she promptly discarded the glass of half-drunk wine onto the coffee table in front of the sofa and then leap to her feet, only to cross the living room towards you, like an angel coming to your rescue when all the world around you seems to be in pieces, crumbling and falling. Wanda always noticed you. Wanda was always there for you when no one else in the world was.

“Y/n,” her low voice called out to you, so imbued with warmth and affection, the only person to ever say your name in such a cordial and specious way that it just made you want to hear that word slip past her pearly lips again and again.

“Y/n, honey, is everything okay?” green eyes peered into you before twitching her dark brows, such a sweet expression on such a handsome face, such prominent cheekbones.

“Did you go out for a smoke? It's been a while since you left. And you didn't even let me know before... you only act like that when you're upset, honey. Is everything okay?” a complacent hand of hers reached for your fingers, holding them in a warm, gentle touch, “You know you can talk to me about anything you have in mind, Y/n.”

“I know,” you pursed your lips into a contrite line, Wanda looking into your sleepy eyes and your smell of cigarette smoke, her left thumb stroking the skin on the back of your right hand, “I know, I– I'm just... sorry, I'm... I'm just tired. I'm tired as fuck… Mama.”

“Oh, my baby,” Wanda whimpered, “It's okay, it's okay... my poor baby, Mama is here. Mama is here for you. Come here, honey.”

And then Wanda pulled you into a hug. A long hug, protecting your stepmother's body, her arms encircled around your shoulders, crimson-dyed nails caressing in soft touches the nape of your neck. Your right cheek rested against her left collarbone that poked beneath the thin white wool sweater Wanda wore across her torso. She was warm and comfortable, as only a mother could be – she smelled like a mother.

“It's fine, baby, it's fine, your dad and the boys are out. It's alright, Mama will take care of you my sweet, beautiful girl. Come on, let's go to bed. You need to relieve your stress, honey. Let Mama take care of you.”

And you were feeling her, her figure lifted against your cold body again as it always should be, roaming your nose through the warm strands of orange in a shade of red hair half auburn, the tousled strands exuding an exotic and distinctive dry shampoo scent on an invisible background of freshly applied hair dye. You in your stepmother’s arms, with a hint of cigarettes and the purest melancholy you were sinking into.

She held you as she had that first time, even a few years before that, when you staggered drunkenly down the driveway right after your high school prom night – the inside of your mouth tasted stale, wrinkled, the insides of your cheeks numb, a rudimentary bitter taste flooding the length of your pink tongue, oozing through your teeth the heat of the sly alcohol that chained you in a catatonic state of chronic sickness, numbing down your feelings.

And Wanda, like a good, worried mother never being able to bring herself to fall asleep next to her husband who was snoring in their bed upstairs, not letting her spirits cool down knowing that her eldest child was out and the clock was already past three o'clock in the morning at that point, was there waiting for you. As she had already done so much and so much more she would have to do, Wanda looked at you from the sofa when you opened the door, dragging your heels in soft steps into the house.

“Where were you?” was the first thing the low tone of voice across the room did reach your drunken ears, a pair of verdant irises burning holes in your forehead, “The deal was until midnight at the latest, Y/n. It's almost four o'clock in the morning! I was worried sick about you!”

The world around you was like being on the deck of a fishing vessel in a storm on the high seas, confused and treacherous, ready to engulf you in an eternal sullen, salty darkness. From beneath heavy lids, you glared at Wanda with brazen scorn leaking from your irises.

“Fuck you.”

“…What did you just said to me?”

There was a second of silence. You had to place a sinuous hand on the wall near the left side of your body to force yourself to continue standing during the afterglow of dawn, since, drunk as a skunk, cheeks as red as two ripe apples, eyes lost – you didn't even had an idea what you were talking about.

“Fuck you,” you repeated under your breath, the words as bitter as the alcohol pooled in the corners of your mouth cavity, “You’re not my mom.”

And you couldn't even tell why you said it, words so disloyal and tormenting, raw and piercing, that the woman older than you just didn't need to hear that night – after all, Wanda was your mother in a way, the closest you've been to one since the woman who conceived, bore, and gave birth to you decided to pack her suitcases in the car and disappear one afternoon when your father was away.

But Wanda has always been there for you from the moment her figure became a constant presence in your life. Wanda was the woman who raised you, who gave you the first taste of a sweet maternal love, so discordant and confusing for your cognition worthy of an abused animal. Wanda was the first woman you loved because she was the only person who loved you back.

“I'm sorry,” you wailed in a limp lisp, becoming aware of the sharp pain in your stepmother's vexed brows, the disappointed hesitation in the wavering green of her gaze, “I'm sorry, Wanda, it wasn't my – it wasn't my… my intention–”

“It's okay,” her voice was low, carrying a grief-stricken weight, “You're drunk and I…I overreacted– I know it's not my job, I'm just your stepmo–”

“No,” you whimpered, shaking your head, your eyes filled with tears of confusion, “No, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I– I'm sorry–”

“Y/n, it’s okay–”

“No, Wanda–”

And so you crossed the room quickly on your shifted ankles, your lack of motor coordination even reminiscent of a hesitant child staggering still learning to walk – your balance was internal, vulnerable.

“Wanda...”

You cried out for her, stepping across that plush rug to under the coffee table. Your arms raised, probed by the maternal touch that you were denied so early on, everything that you were deprived of and that you only sought to drink from Wanda until the last drop. She looked at you with affection, such an unfamiliar affection, her face too close. But your drunken brain couldn't even prepare you for the soft feel of the commission of your stepmom's peach lips, still tasting faintly of minty mouthwash, against your rough mouth that tasted like cheap beer and rancid blues.

You had kissed Wanda, because your body needed to have her close on an intrinsic level, to her core, as if you wanted to hide from the world within the amenities of her womb. And she kissed you back because she loved you, she always had, absorbing you with strong arms into her motherly warmth, giving you a security that alone you could never reach.

“M-Mama...” your lips connected again, in the living room of that house where only one family lived. And you laid her back on the sofa cushions where your brothers, her children, birthed by her, spend most of their day playing video games.

“Shh, it's okay, it's okay, baby,” Wanda whispered in a love sigh, one hand stroking the alcohol-warm skin of your cheek, you on top of her on those pillows, your heart pounding in your chest, the pride of a mother looking at you through green eyes.

“Mama is here for you, my little girl.”

Wanda pulled you down for another kiss, your knee vaguely brushing the hollow of her inner thighs, skimming against the thin pajama bottoms she was wearing. You apologized softly, stroking her where you could, where your touch reached, on her tummy rolls and in every graceful stretch mark that appeared in your stepmother's bulky silhouette on top of that sofa, with the family portraits hanging on the wall next to the stairs bearing witness to what you had to do. Calling her, reaching for her, for Wanda, for Mama, one being synonymous with the other.

What you did all summer of that year when your dad was away and your brothers were at some other friend's house, on the living room couch biting a pillow and at the kitchen table with her red nails dug into the crown of your head, on your bed of freshly laundered sheets and hers too, crammed with feminine perfume and the sweet red scent of her pomegranate moisturizer – Wanda on top, you on the bottom, she all on all fours, you behind her clamoring with your hips for what was yours, with an adulterine urge to be physically inside her innards at all times.

Even back home from the first semester of college that you already knew you would not finish, during the night when Wanda snuck out of her bedroom shared with Jarvis only to ride your thigh like an animal in heat, because she had missed you so much that her body ached.

“My little girl,” she said, “Mama has missed you so, so much, I can't bear the thought of being away from you, Y/n, please don't leave me again,” and the feeling was as mutual as it could be, because you also couldn't stand spending so much time away from an affection like no other ever felt by your empty and abandoned chest. You would always seek the motherly comfort Wanda had to offer to ward off your ills and soothe your spirits.

Even returning home after the failure of a dead academic life, your stepmother would always welcome you with open arms and legs – the sharpened ridge of red-painted fingernails digging into the thin skin above your shoulder blades, crescent-shaped marks piercing your flesh, marking you as hers, the headboard bumping in impassive rhythm against the wall, you rutting into Wanda's cunt with a silicone toy she had bought solely for your amusement.

“Mama,” you spit against the gleaming sweat from Wanda's throat, your hips bumping in wet slaps that echoed off the four walls of the room, your skin sliding against each other, “Mama, I love you, I love you, Mama...”

“Mama loves you too, baby,” Wanda moaned in a broken voice, “Mama loves you too. Mama loves absolutely everything about you, my little girl.”

You thrust that fake dick down her hole with a yelp of lustful satisfaction, a deafening delight, giving your stepmother's womb a rushing sense of pleasure. It was the height of belonging – being inside her, being embraced by her walls, feeling her loosen up internally to receive you all. It didn't matter that her wedding ring, placed on that finger by your father, felt so cold behind your back.

“Mama, Mama I– I’m gonna–” you growled, your brow furrowed, your hips crashing into hers in waves, your breaths ragged and shabby, your thrusts hard and sloppy, “I'm gonna come, Mama, p-please, please, Mama, Mama– M-Mommy! Mommy, I'm gonna come in you!”

“Do it baby, do it,” she smiled, so sweet and complacent beneath you, “Let Mama see your pretty face while you come, sweetheart. Come in Mama, give me all of you.”

Your clit was sliding frantically against the harness that circled your hips, and smelling her, feeling her heat, hearing her moans, was like an explosion inside your belly. You came – hot, strong, a red electric current inside your veins, running down between your thighs.

“Mama!” a squeaky little scream broke out of you, and from that open crack in your soul, the tears flowed down your face. Hot tears that dripped all over Wanda's sternum, mixing with the beads of sweat that exuded from her pores.

“Shh, honey, it's okay, it's okay,” a hand cupping your head brought you to snuggle against her chest, Wanda's heartbeat could be heard from the position you were in, your ear pressed to her skin.

“You did a great job, baby. You've let all your stress out. Mama is so proud of you, honey,” Wanda hummed, fingertips bent stroking your hair humid with warm sweat, “Do you want Mama's milk now, my sweet girl?”

You looked up from under your lids glistening from a silent cry, into her inviting eyes, “Can I…?”

Wanda smiled, “You know you don't have to ask me, sweetheart.”

You blinked once between lashes heavy with lust and tears before looking down at your stepmother's rosy nipple, which you brought to your mouth to close your lips on the circumvallation of it, earning a satisfied groan from Wanda.

With the twins approaching ten years old, there was no longer a single drop of sweet milk to be actually sipped, but something in the comfort imbued in that very intimate action, facing two naked bodies fresh out of the animalistic mist of such a carnal act, was enough for you to do it again and again, whenever you could, whenever she let you.

“That's right baby, that's right,” Wanda's melodious voice crooned, her fingers stroking a lock of hair close to the tip of your ear.

“Mama loves you, did you know that? Mama loves you so much, Y/n. No matter what others say about you, Mama is very proud of you, baby. You are my special girl.”

It was the movement that reconnected the two of you, bringing together two fragments of a shattered whole that, when put together again, made up a complete whole within Wanda. Consuming the human instinctual act, you both merged with a momentary perfection, a holdover of lustful nature during countless lapses of comfortable affability. A new hot tear trickled from the corner of your eye.

“Mama loves you,” Wanda repeated, one hand stroking the length of your back, “Mama loves you very much, my perfect girl.”

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the language of flowers and silent things

Whumptober 2023: Day 21 - Found family

Warnings: child abandonment, grief

Word Count: 1.8k (gif not mine)

Summary: Clint leaves to find a person from his past, surrounded by the family he created.

A/N: <3

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2013

NEW YORK

“Can you find someone for me?” Clint asks Tony, looking around the room, and the technology it holds.

He can’t help but touch the screens and play with the holograms as he waits for Tony to reply.

“Can you pass me the copper wire?” Tony asks.

Clint hops up on the bench and throws it to him, his aim true.

“I can find anyone, if they want to be found, and even then, likely I can find them if they don’t want to be,” he answers distractedly.

“Can you hold this here?”

Clint hops down and pushes on the wire, analysing the circuitry and frowning.

“You’ve wired it wrong,” he surmises, pointing with his other hand.

Tony swears and rubs his face.

“How long have you been up for?” Clint asks, a pinch of worry for his friend and his insomniac ways.

Tony looks up and glances at the time.

Jarvis answers for him, “twenty six hours.”

Clint swears it’s sounds almost disapproving.

“What are you trying to do?” he asks, knowing that until the project has reached a satisfactory conclusion, there’s no way Tony will stop.

Rubbing his forehead, Tony shows him the circuit board connected to the towers alarm system, and automatic controls for system lockdown.

Clint frowns.

“Has there been any attempts to get in here?”

He doesn’t understand why Tony was upgrading the already functioning system.

He shakes his head.

“No, but I just..” he pauses.

“Who do you want me to find?”

Clint ignores him and without words helps, correcting the circuitry then placing the upgraded board into Tony’s hand.

“You know, if you get sleep, these things become easier,” he grins.

Tony rolls his eyes, the lower limbs of the suits attaching as he flies to the control box outside and installs the board quickly.

There’s a quick glow, and a light force field covers the tower before disappearing again.

Clint didn’t realise how big the project was, and smiles as Tony returns.

“Come get some food,” he prompts, holding the door open as the legs come away and he reaches ground again.

Tony obliges.

Heading to the kitchen, Clint explains about Gus.

The ex-carney, convenience store owner that stayed close to the circus and protected Clint from future foster homes and set him on the path of this life.

There’s some hesitation in the way Tony replies, and Clint doesn’t quite know if he should have trusted him with the story.

“Why do you want to see him again?” Tony asks, handing him a Stark-Pad.

Clint hesitates, feeling judged in the moment.

“I want to tell him about Barney, maybe just check that he’s okay. Thank him I suppose?”

He doesn’t know, not in any way he can put into words.

Tony is uncharacteristically quiet, before he takes the stark-pad off of Clint and opens up a data base, taking time, he seems to hack into some sort of data base.

It takes him a minute or so, before he hands the tablet back.

“He’s still in Iowa, Cedar Rapids, last known address was near the Prairie Park Fishery,” he pauses, “we can go now if you want?”

Clint stops in his tracks.

“What?”

Tony points upwards.

“Two hours, we can go there now if you want?”

Clint nods slowly.

“Yeah okay,” he says impulsively, “let me just send a message to Natasha, and let her know.”

Tony shrugs, “sure, I’ll be up at the hanger, if you ask Steve it will be a party.”

Clint decides on calling Natasha, feeling a slight urgency on getting going.

“Hey,” she picks up, after a beat.

“Hey,” he answers.

“I asked Tony to find Gus and he found him in like five seconds. He asked if we wanted to go visit, and I’ve said yes,” he says quickly.

“Doyouwannacome?”

Natasha takes a second before responding, and then tells him she’d meet him at the hanger.

He smiles. It’s like a road trip with his friends, something they’d do at the circus.

It’s seems somewhat fitting.

Picking up the phone again, he calls Steve.

“Hey man,” he says as the phone clicks over.

“Hey,” Steve replies.

“Natasha and Tony and I are going on a bit of trip to see an old friend I have in Iowa. Do you want to come?”

“When?” Steve asks.

“Now?”

Steve takes a moment and then agrees, Clint thinks he can hear the change in his tone, a small amount of pleasure at being invited.

“Come to the hanger when you can,” Clint tells him, “we’ll be waiting.”

The trip to Iowa is an exchange of stories. Clint starts by telling the story of Gus and how he taught him magic, he shows the others a trick and then produces a coin from Steve’s ear.

Much to his delight, Steve replicates the trick and produces two coins.

Tony, not to be outdone, produces two coins and a card.

Natasha bursts out laughing.

“You’re all magic nerds,” she says, joyfully.

The rest of the trip they try and outdo each other, Natasha taking the lead in flying the plane as they all show off random magic tricks, and teaching each other the ones they don’t know.

She gives them a ten minute warning and looks back to see Clint smiling, a true smile that had been so rare from the events of New York to learning of his brothers death.

She hopes this is positive and that Gus is the man Clint believes him to be.

Otherwise, she might kill him herself.

Clint knocks on the door.

Alone now, he wishes he hadn’t been so adamant to do this himself. He’d left Natasha with the others in the plane, promising to be back soon.

The anticipation feels heavy as he hears movement in the house and he hopes Tony was right in the address.

The door opens slowly, and Clint smiles lightly.

“Hello,” he opens, “I don’t know if you—“

“Clint?”

The door opens wider, revealing Gus, now older but still the same man.

“Hi,” he says shyly.

“Clint!”

He pulls him into a hug and Clint feels himself sink into it, feeling like a kid again.

“Come in,” Gus asks, ushering him through the door.

“Can I get you anything?

Clint doesn’t get a chance to answer as Gus disappears into the kitchen and returns with beer and a bottle opener.

He takes it and opens them both, offering it to cheers which Gus does with a smile.

“Clint,” he says, almost in reverence.

“How are you?”

“I’m good,” Clint replies, not sure what to say.

He came here to say that Barney was dead. To thank him for helping him when he was a child, to pointing him in the direction of the military.

“I — wanted to find you,” he starts.

Gus stands, finds an album on the bench and hands it to Clint.

“Open it,” he gestures.

The album has photos, some articles from the circus, pictures of Clint he’d never seen before, gently he turns the pages, emotion welling inside.

He can’t speak.

Gently touching the photos, he sees himself holding the bow and arrow as a young boy, stance strong and gaze focussed.

“That’s my favourite,” Gus says, watching Clint carefully, “you had such natural talent from the get go, and even if archery didn’t get you famous, I think you would have been a fantastic pickpocket.”

Clint huffs a laugh, turning the page.

“And now you’re an Avenger?”

There’s clippings from the paper from the last twelve months.

Of Tony, Steve and Thor, of him and Natasha. Articles and pictures.

Clint thinks it’s one of the kindest things someone has ever done.

He smiles.

“I’m just a human, amongst superhero’s, metal men and gods,” he laughs, starting at the start again to take the photos in.

“Maybe it’s what they need, to keep them in line,” Gus retorts.

Clint stops at a picture.

Barney stands arms crossed with a smile as Clint does a handstand.

He stares at it, and forces breath.

Barney.

“He’s dead,” he whispers, taking the photo out, he shows it Gus.

“He’s dead,” he repeats again.

Gus hobbles over to sit with Clint, taking the photo and then handing it back.

“I know,” he nods, and hugs Clint in a side hug.

“He came here, a couple of years ago, asking after you, I showed him and told him you had gone into the military.”

He turns the page and Clint finds the picture of himself in uniform.

“He was so proud of you,” Gus tells him.

“I think he wanted to tell you.”

Clint can’t help it; he cries.

For the loss of his brother, for all the words left unsaid and the time they’d never get back.

“Do you think he knew I loved him?” he asks, voice as small as a child’s.

“Of course he did,” Gus nods.

He closes the album, and motions for Clint to follow him.

“Barney stayed here, for a little while at least, and drew some pictures. I held onto them, as I hoped— I wished I would see you again.”

He opens the door and pulls out some pictures from a drawer.

The pictures are of Clint and Barney as children, their faces small and chubby.

Clint feels the tears on his face as he furiously wipes at them.

“Your brother, he was complicated and could be harsh and I think he wanted to protect you but didn’t know how… You were both so young.”

Gus looks down.

“I think I failed you both but I did the best I could,” he admits.

Clint shakes his head.

“No,” he refutes, “you saved my life, probably Barney’s too. I came to thank you.”

Gus waves him off.

“Take them,” he tells Clint, “they’re yours, the album too if you want anything from it.”

Clint nods, finding the album, knowing what pictures he wants and the ones he wants to show Natasha, maybe even the others.

He sits back down, not quite ready to leave yet.

“I’m going to get married,” he confesses.

Gus looks up, his smile wide.

“Will you come?”

The nod and laugh is infectious.

“Of course, of course I will,” he agrees.

He sits back and takes a sip of the still cold beer.

“Tell me about her,” he asks.

The plane home is in darkness, as Clint shares the chocolate and pictures that Gus sent with him.

He tells the stories behind the pictures, prompting Steve and Tony to tell their own.

Natasha holds onto the picture of Clint and Barney and stares at it for a long time.

“He looks like you,” she whispers later.

“Remind me,” he tells her, “remind me to tell you the story behind that one.”

Natasha hands it back to him, and nods, bringing her head to his and pushing it against his.

“I’m proud of you,” she whispers, so the others can’t hear.

“It’s hard facing our pasts, and I’m glad it went well.”

He regards Natasha and all the history she has with facing her past; the good and the bad.

He nods.

“Me too, Nat.”

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B.A.B.Y PROTOCOL

Part 5.

Avengers x fem!reader

Words: 1029

Synopsis: This takes place in Avengers: Age of Ultron. When The Avengers were at the rock bottom, Nick Fury and advised by Maria Hill, to initiate the B.A.B.Y Protocol. Will a young, damaged and broke girl agree to this initiative and help a team to save this planet earth?

Part 4.

Main Materlist.

When you and Clint arrive at the lab, you see Steve and Wanda has come back. Thor is too and they were fighting among themselves. “Hey guy’s we found- Who the hell is that?!” Clint step in front of you. “Stay behind me.”

Steve voice out to Tony and Bruce. “You need to shut it down. You don’t know what you are doing?

Bruce voice is deeper than before. “And you do?” he’s pointing at Wanda. “She’s not in your head?” Wanda step next to Steve. “I know you’re angry.” Bruce is getting angry. Maybe someone should do something. “Oh, we’re past that. I could choke the life out of you and don’t change a shade.” You step in. “Okay, you don’t want that. Let’s talk this out, alright?”

And they talk. Loudly, shouting among them. Steve starts to point his perspective. “After everything that happen …” His words beat by Tony “There’s nothing compare to what happen!”

“You don’t know what’s in there!”

“This isn’t a game!”

“The creature in that…” That red thing moves to attack Thor and he push him away. He signs us to stop and not doing anything and its mean no harm. All of us gather behind Thor and Wanda stands next to you. That thing growing a cape by itself looking like Thor’s. “That’s odd.” You whisper.

“Thor, you helped create this?” Steve ask him.

“I have had a vision. That is the mind stone.” Thor pointing at his head.

Bruce ask. “The gem?”

“It’s one of the six infinity stones, the greatest power in the universe.”

“And then why did you bring it back to life?” Steve recalled. “Because Stark is right.” Bruce now seems a little bit calm then before. “That’s definitely the end of time.”

“The Avengers can’t defeat Ultron.”

“Not alone.” That thing said. “Why did your thing sounds like Jarvis?” You ask. “We figured Jarvis’s nature and create something new.” Tony reasoned and he speaks again. “You think I’m a child of Ultron? I am not. I am not Ultron. I am not Jarvis, I am… I am…” he lost his words.

Wanda walking forward. “I looked in your head, saw an annihilation.” “Look again.” Put forth. “Are you on our side?” Steve exclaimed. “I’m on the side of life. Ultron isn’t. He will end it all.” He pondered and Tony ask “What is he waiting for?” “You.” That thing said. “Where?” Bruce turns to ask.

“Sokovia. He Got Nat there too.” Clint stated. “We have to act now. Captain?” You look at Steve.

“Three minutes. Get what you need.” Everybody moves to get ready. You contact Maria to inform the plan. Clint’s prepare his arrow, Tony is in his lab, doing his thing with his A.I. Thor, Banner, Rogers and Vision have a discussion.

While you’re on the way to Natasha’s room to get ready, you see Wanda standing pondering alone and you go talk to her. “Hey, you okay Wanda?”

“Yes. Where are you going?” Her thick accent asking you a question. “I’m going to get ready.”

“You are not going right? You’re not well enough.”

“My sister is alone in a country with tons of evil machine and I’m planning not to leave her.”

“We’re going to get her.”

“The more the merrier. Enough talking. Captain America will be on our ass if we’re late. Come on.” You pulling Wanda’s hand and she follows you. “Where are we going?” “Natasha’s room. We’re not combat ready.”

You wear one of her bomber jacket that is big enough for you. Damn this assassin is smaller than you think. “Hey, take of your cardigan. Put this on.” You throw a red jacket at her. “It match your power and size. Don’t worry, she won’t be mad. She got tons of those. She’ll not even notice is one missing.”

Steve give us last mission brief in the Quinn jet. “Ultron knows we’re coming. Odds are we’ll be riding heavy fire. That’s what we sign up for. But people in Sokovia, they didn’t so, it’s our priority to bring them out. Wanda, you on it. We do our best to protect them, we get our job done. We’ll find out what Ultron has been building. Y/n find Romanoff; we clear the field. Keep the fight between us.”

As soon the jet touch the ground, everyone rushes to do their part. “Wanda, you’ll be fine. This is your hometown. I see you after I found Nat, okay. Good luck.” She’s trying to smile at you. “You take care of yourself, Baby.”

You watch the map on the tablet that Tony gave you to find the exact location of Nat and you’re close enough. “Nat… Nat, where are you? Natasha?” She hears your whispering voice calling her name in the cell. “Baby? In here!” You turn to your right and see her behind the bar. You laugh at that scene. “Well, well. Look who’s behind the bar.”

“Not now Baby. What are you doing here?! You’re supposed to be in bed!”

“While you’ve been kidnapped by terminator? I don’t think I can sit at all. You alright? I bring this for you. You need to recharge.” You hand her a candy bar.

“Thanks. I suppose you find some keys lying down the somewhere.”

“Nah, I don’t need keys.” You motion her to move and shot the gate open.

“So, what’s your play?” She asking you about the plan.

“I’m here to get you to safety.”

“And miss all the fun? I don’t think so.” She wears the new headset piece that you gave her because you can’t wear one. Its messing with your device. “Put this on. I can’t wear that.”

“Where’s the jet?” You show her the map on the tablet. “Alright. Let’s get you there.”

“Which part of ‘getting you to safety’ that you didn’t understand? I have to get you to safety. Cap’s order.

“You stubborn!”

Clint hear the banter and stop you guys. “Knock it off sisters. We could use some help out here before they attack us.” You and Natasha looking at each other “Fuck Captain’s order.” Both of you running out of that place.

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The witchling and the god [Loki x Witch!Reader] Chapter 4

Summary: The Avengers were looking for someone to help Loki fit in with the team. To become socially acceptable, so to speak. He had been given the choice of sitting in a cell in Asgard or serving some sort of community service probation on Midgard. The Avengers and Shield both felt that as long as Loki was on Earth, he should be under supervision. This is now your job. Why? Because you’re a witch. You’re not sure why this qualifies you, but here you are, giving it a shot. What could possibly go wrong?

Tags: Witch!Reader, Magic, Witches, slow burn, everybody lives in the tower, character development, Loki‘s redemption, Stephen Strange is a friend, Loki and Stephen are frenemies, Tony Stark is a good bro, kids love Loki, Tony has stupid nicknames for everybody, eventual smut

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Chapter's Note: Beta by @zaria-04 <3

Chapter 4: The invitation

The kitchen becomes your new favorite area in the tower. You are surprisingly undisturbed; the others don't seem to be here very often. As far as you've noticed, all take out restaurants in the area offer bulk discounts for the Avengers.

It's convenient because it gives you the opportunity to use the kitchen for your witchcraft. Tony can't complain, you gave him a heads up.

There's already a pot bubbling with a dark mass on the stove, and you're busy chopping ingredients. Jarvis plays soft music - you've created your own playlist - and you hum along quietly.

"What kind of magic do you wield?"

The voice startles you and you wheel around. Loki leans against the kitchen island with his arms crossed, watching your word. When he sees your front, however, he raises an eyebrow. You have splashes of red on your apron as well as your fingers, and red liquid drips from the knife in your hand.

"Really? A blood sacrifice? Stark allows you to do that in his kitchen?"

You blink down at your hands. "As long as it's not his blood..." Shrugging, you put a finger in your mouth and lick it. It tastes sweet. You take a step aside, revealing the counter behind you where you were removing pomegranate seeds from the fruit. It’s quite a mess.

"You shouldn't be here," you say, while eyeing Loki warily. As far as you know he’s not allowed on this floor, especially not without Thor.

"I shouldn't do a lot of things, but," his laugh is deep and pretentious, "I rarely listen to rules."

You can't argue with that. You wonder if he has cast a spell of illusion around himself, because Jarvis, who is usually on top of everything, doesn't seem to notice him. You also wonder if Loki regularly uses this trick to leave the suite.

"So, the runes on your skin looked like elemental magic to me. What else do you hide? Mana, warlock, voodoo?" He seems genuinely interested. Understandable from what you've heard. Magic is a big part of his life, and besides Thor, he has no one to talk to about it in the tower.

"I won't tell you," you reply calmly, stepping up to the sink to wash your knife and fingers. The Asgardian is an expert in the field of magic, he'll figure it out on his own. You don't have to make it easier for him. Also you don’t want to reveal your secrets to him.

"You don't trust me." It's a simple statement and you struggle not to laugh sarcastically.

"You choked me," you remind him over your shoulder. "I couldn't breathe."

"But you didn't die."

You turn back to him, glaring angrily at him. "Oh no! That's not where we draw the line. It's not even close! I won't thank you, because you were kind enough not to kill me." With each sentence you step closer to him and wave your finger in front of his nose. "I know you're stronger than me. This is not a pissing contest about whose magic is stronger. I'm not an idiot."

Loki's expression twists meaningfully at your last words and you roll your eyes. "Good to see you have a brain after all." His fingers close around yours and he lowers your hand. You didn't even realize you were still holding the kitchen knife in it.

You step back and set it on the counter. "How about this: you won't hurt or attack me and I won't burn you again. It's about trust, right?" you suggest to him.

Loki eyes you as you turn off the stove and move the pot. The contents need to cool before you can continue working on them. You stick a post-it on it with a big written ‘Do Not Touch’ and a cute little skull just to be sure.

"Fine," Loki finally agrees.

You're glad, because you don't want to have to fight him again. It was true, when you said, that his magic is superior to yours. He's an Asgardian god after all.

"Great." You pack up your personal belongings. "Now, if you excuse me: I have a lunch date. I'll see you again tomorrow."

Loki raises an eyebrow. "What could be more important than me?" he asks you in a tone you can't quite interpret.

You give him a quick look. "I didn't say it was more important. I merely said I had a date." However, you don't deny it either.

Loki tilts his head, then comes to a decision. "I'll come with you," he says and steps beside you.

"You can't." Energetically, you shake your head. "You wouldn't like it if I brought other clients to see you either, would you?"

His lips twist into a smirk. "You are most welcome to bring more toys along, pet."

You should have predicted this answer. But you're already late and don't have much time for further discussion. "See you tomorrow, Loki," you reply briefly and turn to the door.

The prince follows you. "I'm coming with you to this lunch," he continues to insist, which is why you turn to him again now.

"If you want me to take you out to lunch you can just say so," you wink.

This seems to take him back for a second. Then he's back at his smirking. "I want you to take me out to lunch outside of the tower."

Ah, crap. You didn't think he'd really go for that.

"I'll see what I can do," you reply.

He stays where he is as you leave the kitchen. At least, he doesn't keep insisting on coming along. You're pretty sure he wouldn't like your lunch buddy.

Thor is waiting for you in the lobby on the first floor. You asked him for this meeting because you want to talk to him about his brother. Another reason you couldn't take Loki with you. It would have defeated the whole purpose of this.

Thor is wearing earth clothes, as he usually does when you see him. Today he chose a simple T-shirt, torn jeans and an open shirt jacket. With this outfit, he could give some hipsters a run for their money.

Together you leave the tower and head to a nearby park, where you grab lunch from a roadside food truck. Thor loves trying out Midgardian customs like this and you're happy to share this experience with him.

"How are you getting along with my brother, Lady Witch?" he asks you as you walk along the narrow path of the park.

It's a sunny day and there are a few joggers and some people walking their dogs. In the bright light, Thor's blond hair shines almost golden. When you first met him you noticed that he, just like Loki, has a special aura surrounding him. It's not the behavior or how he presents himself. People sense automatically that the two of them are not ordinary humans.

"Compared to my predecessors, I guess quite well. I'm not quite sure what that means yet, though," you admit, taking a bite of your wrap. "Although Loki likes to talk about himself, he doesn't give much away. I was hoping you could tell me more about him so I can understand him better."

"He never had it easy. I guess he was just looking for our father's attention. He got it through his pranks."

"He seems to be comfortable in the role of the prankster," you say, thinking back to the many little situations over the past few weeks in which Loki has made a fool of you. They've all been mostly harmless things, but from Thor's tone you gather that's not always the case.

"At the bottom of his heart, he's not a bad person," Thor replies firmly. He's already finished his wrap in a few bites and wipes his hands clean on the napkin before tossing both into a trash can you pass. "When he's not spinning his own intrigues, he's always up to defend a good cause."

"Aren't you being too easy on him?" It's not meant reproachfully or accusingly. Just an honest question.

Thor shakes his head. "I know and love my brother. He just doesn't see his own potential yet."

His words make you smile, as you hear the affection in them. You have siblings of your own and you know how strong such a bond can be, even when you take different paths.

You place a hand on his arm. "You are a good brother.

Thor returns the smile and you feel as if a sun is beaming at you. There's just something about him that warms you.

"What do you think Loki would do if he had access to the city?" you ask him, withdrawing your hand.

"I gave up trying to predict my brother's behavior a long time ago. Or to understand his motivations. Sometimes I'm not even sure he knows them himself." Thor shrugs. "The only thing I'm sure of is that our father wouldn't have sent him here if he really were a dangerous threat. Odin may have sworn to stay out of Midgard's affairs, but he wouldn't let someone from Asgard destroy this world. Neither of us would."

You think about his words as you slowly make your way back. You don't know Odin, but you trust Thor and his judgment.

You decide to tell him about your idea, about the promise you somehow made to Loki earlier. Thor agrees to help you and you are relieved about that. Now you just have to convince someone else.

Back in the tower, you part ways. You are just about to send a message to Tony as you run into him. "Tony! Just the man I was looking for. Got a minute?"

"Sure, if it's quick. I've got some contracts to sign. Pepper will kill me if I wait any longer to do it."

He motions for you to follow him and together you head toward his office. At least you assume it's his office, you can't actually spot his name anywhere. But you can see Pepper Potts' name. She's not there right now, though, and Tony walks straight to the small bar at the wall to pour himself a drink.

"Want one too?" he asks you, but you decline politely.

You think about the best way to pitch your idea. Hey, Tony, remember how we were talking about the SHIELD agents right outside the suite's door a little while ago? Nothing bad has happened since they left, so now I have a new and stupid idea you probably won't like.

"So, what can I do for you, Sabrina?" As a matter of course, he sits down in the chair of the executive behind the big desk. He fits in there perfectly. The CEO of a multi-billion dollar company.

"I just talked to Thor and we both think Loki is ready to make a trip into the city. I was thinking about getting lunch tomorrow."

Tony chokes on his drink. "Are you insane? You can't let him loose on the city."

Maybe you shouldn't have worded it so directly.

"I'm not letting him loose on the city," you reassure him. "You get to pick the restaurant. We're renting the whole place, so there won't be any civilians there except the staff. We’re going straight there and back by car. Find something close by and you'll be within range should I need you. Thor has agreed to stay nearby on call, too."

Tony leans back in his chair and swirls the whiskey in his glass. It’s probably a good thing the bottle is out of his reach, otherwise he'd be pouring himself another double. "You've got this all pretty well figured out, huh?" he finally asks. He has regained his composure and now seems to be seriously considering the idea.

You nod. "I'm not naive. Of course, I know it's a risk. But we won’t make any progress if Loki just sits on his couch all day."

Sighing, he rubs his hand over his face. He looks kind of tired. It's probably not easy to have so much responsibility for such important things. You sympathize with him.

"Fine. But for the record, I'm not happy with it."

You beam at him. "Thanks, Tony."

You inform Loki about your lunch the old-fashioned way: with a written invitation. If for no other reason than that he can't complain about you being late again. If the god of mischief had a cell phone, you could have just texted him. You write the details on a piece of parchment, then fold it up and put some sealing wax on it. You press one of your rings into it. That makes it official.

You whisper something to the letter, enchanting it so that it finds its rightful addressee. Its edges begin to move like wings and it rises into the air. The next moment it is gone with a 'poof'.

Thor just came back from training. He sparred with Steve on one of the lower floors where there is a whole level of different training rooms.

Freshly showered and still with a towel around his shoulders, he makes himself a drink in the kitchen that is called a smoothie. It's really easy to make: all he has to do is throw everything into this blender and then wait while it works loudly. Lady Widow showed him how to do it.

Something buzzes around his head and he tries to swat it with the flat of his hand like a mosquito. But when he turns off the blender and turns his head, he sees that it is significantly larger than a mosquito.

The letter circles Thor once more, then concludes that the blond man is not the rightful receiver of its message and flies off across the room. Curious, Thor follows it.

The letter meets Loki just as he steps out of his bedroom and flutters excitedly in front of his face. The Asgardian raises a brow and his gaze wanders to Thor.

"It seems to be for you," the older brother says.

"Obviously." Loki's hand darts out and he catches the letter from the air. The magic fades and he unfolds it without a problem, curious as to what spell managed to get through his wards around the suite.

There are only a few words written in blood red ink on the parchment:

Lunch 12.30 pm Wear something nice for once.

Loki laughs. You have wit, he gives you that. He had noticed that fairly quickly when you first had showed up.

"Good news, brother?" Thor asks, watching him. He can guess what it's about, but doesn't want to reveal that he knows anything.

"Not that it's any of your business, but yes. Things are developing splendidly." He folds the invitation and pockets it. Then he follows Thor as he goes back to the kitchen to his smoothie in the blender. "What do you know about the Witchling?" Loki asks seemingly innocuously.

"She does have a name, you know."

"I didn't ask you her name." Loki rolls his eyes. "She told me that you two talked the other day."

"We did." Thor takes his drink and circles his brother. "But shouldn't you know her better? After all, you two have been meeting every day for several weeks."

Loki doesn't answer that. He would have to admit ignorance and he would never do that.

He's looking forward to tomorrow. It intrigues him to see what you come up with. You are not like the others that were in your place before. He noticed that even before he knew that you also wield magic. The magic has only made you more interesting.

In his long life, Loki has already had his experiences with witches. He knows that he shouldn’t underestimate them, because some of them are quite powerful.

Outwardly, you make a composed impression, almost cool. You rarely let his behavior upset you. This would almost make you a boring person in his eyes, if it weren't for your sharp comments. You seem to be able to counter his wit without any effort and seem to have fun doing so. If he can trust the gleam in your eyes.

That's a first. All the others who sat here before you were intimidated by him or - and this he finds much worse - were so easily manipulated and broken that they quickly followed his every demand. They've been a nice amusement, no question. But no real challenge for him.

He's curious to see what it takes to see behind your facade. What your weak point is. He thinks he's already had a glimpse at it. But he has to make sure.

So, tomorrow will be an interesting day.

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vaguelyparker · 7 months

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Im rewatching Tau and every time I watch this movie I have starker thoughts 😭. The movie is about a young rich inventor whose at the forefront of artificial intelligence technology and he’s abducting people installing chips into their heads and using that data in order to feed his ais. Well the main character comes in and destroys where he usually houses his abductees + his lab and so she has to be chained up in his living space. But he’s on a deadline and she’s his only viable test subject so the two strike a deal so she gets basic human amenities like showers clothes and food and she’ll complete puzzles for him so he can still mine her for data. In the movie she becomes friends with his ai and the two manage to kill him and escape before he kills her and if that isn’t the perfect set up for a starker fic idk what is.

Imagine Tony shortly after Jarvis dies doing everything in his power to perfect his AI tech, he has Dum-E and U but that’s not enough, J.A.R.V.I.S. isn’t working, and he’s fucking desperate so he starts kidnapping people and using them for data extraction. It’s still not enough. Enter Peter, poor and living in a shitty apartment being kidnapped by Tony Stark, someone who’s not that much older than him, probably his celebrity crush. And obviously he tries to escape but with Tonys AIs and his basically impenetrable/inescapable house he’s stuck. Agrees to help Tony with data collection in exchange for being given some comforts because he’s not an idiot he knows he won’t be alive for long but at least he’ll be comfortable while he’s still alive. He’s given infuriatingly easy brain teasers at first and he’s almost offended, finishing it all in an hour and then lounging around bored as hell for the rest of the time. Tony gets home to him snoozing or something and is about to freak before J informs him Peter was able to complete all task in an hour. Tasks that would have taken any one else in his shoes all day. So the tasks get harder until he’s basically analyzing work for Stark industries. All the while he’s becoming friends with J.A.R.V.I.S. And Tony thinks all the test are working, J’s beginning to feel more human. Things are going well.

In the movie there are a few scenes that would obviously have to come up like him buying the main character expensive clothes and skimpy lingerie and her pretending to seduce him in order to stab him. And obviously J and Peter friendship is imperative like Jarvis asking Peter what it means to be a human and if he’s a human, this cold machine that could end him in an instant but was created to emulate someone real, and Peter explaining about love and home and hopes and dreams. Tony nearly fucking tripping the first time J makes a witty remark at his expense or admonishes him for being rude to Peter. & Peter thinking he’s about to die for corrupting his AI because JARVIS had to initiate Tony’s calming protocol but really Tony is just in his room sobbing.

Idk how they end up together- probably a little stockholm syndrome but also best starker!Peter is Peter who ignores Tony’s more cruel proclivities but that’s just my opinion. Or alternatively JARVIS marries them in secret because Peter told him his parents were married and in love before they died and if JARVIS is a person then Peter and Tony are obviously his parents and Peter says one day he’d like to get married and have a love like that, so this was just the obvious solution. Tony going to kill Peter before JARVIS very matter of factly informs him there is a rather impressive paper trail tying the two of them together including but not limited to their marriage license and Tony is very betrayed but also so fucking proud.

#starker #ironspider #peter parker/tony stark #tau!au #tau is on Netflix btw #you should go watch it

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mrs-johansson · 1 year

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Chapter 5: Avengers: Age of Ultron - Two Ghosts

Katarina’s sign language will be bold.

Part 2:

Flying around the snowy forest was something else. HYDRA agents came from left and right, as we tried to get inside the base. “Shit!” Heard Dad’s voice, over comms. “Language,” Steve stepped in. He said what? “Oh wow, he is old,” I murmured before blasting the three guards in front of me and then landing on the ground. “JARVIS, what's the view from upstairs?” Cap continued. “The central building is protected by some kind of energy shield. Strucker's technology is well beyond any other HYDRA base we've taken,” said the AI. “I’m gonna get inside too, I’d like a talk with Strucker,” I flew back up and made my way toward the huge building. “You’re needed in the forest, Y/n you’re staying down here,” Steve instructed and I looked towards the base. “If anyone kills him before me, I’m gonna be really mad,” I sighed and flew back to the forest, landing on a tall stand. Grabbing a gun from one of the guards I quickly shot all of them and then with one move I burned down the stand. “See, you’re more useful here.”

“Loki's scepter must be here. Strucker couldn't mount this defense without it. At long last.” Thor spoke. “At long last” is lasting a little long, guys,” Natasha said as she came into my view also. “Yeah. I think we lost the element of surprise,” I just like Clint’s sarcastic comms responses. “You think?”

“Wait a second. No one else is going to deal with the fact that Cap just said "language?" Dad’s voice Rand in my ears and honestly I’m surprised nobody else mentioned it. “I know…” Steve said before a big crash. “It just slipped out,” he finished.

After getting through the HYDRA guards, Dad and Steve successfully entered the base. “We're locked down out here,” I said as the last soldier surrendered too. “Then get to Banner, time for a lullaby,” oh how much I hate to watch that. “I’m gonna go check on Clint,” with that, I walked off.

As the Quinjet door opened, I could hear the Hulk’s grumbles. Every time I know that Natasha helps him turn back, the blood stops flowing in my body. All I could see was when she was running away from him because he couldn’t control himself.

“Why are you just standing there?” Clint’s voice made me realize that the Quinjet had opened. “Just thinking,” I walked up the ramp, sitting by his side after grabbing a medical kit. “Tough fight?” He asked. “For you maybe,” I smirked down at him and he just scoffed. “Did something happen out there?” He asked on a more serious note. And I just kept patching his wound up. “Y/n?” “I just don’t trust him around her, okay? She is very much human and who knows when the green giant will tear her apart. It’s very dangerous and she doesn’t even consider the possibilities,” I said lowly and he didn’t say a word because everybody walked up to the Quinjet. “How’s it going?” Natasha walked up to us and after a shared look between Clint and I, I walked away.

After a little while, everyone was calmly talking and relaxing after the mission. Suddenly, Natasha stood up from her place and after a quick check on Clint, she sat down next to Banner.

“You’re so jealous,” Clint murmured and I hit his shoulder. “I bet she didn’t tell you about how she screamed at me because she found out that I was sleeping with someone. That is also jealousy,” I admitted but also gave him something to talk to her about. “With who?” He asked curiously. “None of your business. But this… that’s disgusting. Tell me she and I weren’t this cringe from the outside,” I looked at the man laying on the bed. “Nope, this is really bad.”

“Thor, report on the Hulk?” Natasha’s voice made us all look their way. “The gates of Hell are filled with the screams of his victims,” Romanoff glared at my brother. I chuckled as subtly as I could but of course, everyone noticed. But he tried to climb out of the hole he created. “Y/n liked what I said…” Thor murmured. “Because she’s an ass,” Natasha’s reply was something we all took as a shock, especially me. I mean yeah, we had arguments the past couple of days but not in front of everyone.

***

“Don’t get any new scars without me, Barton,” I spoke after him as they rolled his bed away. He put the middle finger up in the air and I just shook my head.

“What’s the word on Strucker?” I turned to Maria. “NATO’s got him.” “The two enhanced?” Steve stepped in. “Wanda and Pietro Maximoff. Twins. Orphaned at ten when a shell collapsed their apartment building. Sokovia's had a rough history. It's nowhere special but it's on the way to everywhere special,” Maria explained as we made our way inside. “Their abilities?” I questioned. “He's got increased metabolism and improved thermal homeostasis. Her thing is neural electric interfacing, telekinesis, mental manipulation,” Hill presented the scientific way. Steve’s face was just funny to look at, at that moment. “He's fast and she's weird,” I shortened for him. “You’re weird,” Maria said and I shrugged. “Yeah, I am.”

***

“There's no possibility of deterioration. The nano-molecular functionality is instantaneous. His cells don't know they're bonding with simulacrum,” I caught Dr. Cho’s explanation. “Dr. Cho they should shower you with awards…” I looked at Clint’s wound which was already getting better. “Creating tissue from nothing… Incredible.” “How long have you been interested in medical research?” Banner’s question made me look up. Is he serious? I glanced at Natasha and she glared at me like she already saw what I was gonna do. “Since I’ve been talking, that’s about the exact time, isn’t it Dad?” I turned towards him and he just spread his arms. “What can I say? Geniuses make geniuses.”

***

It was a rare Sunday when I was alone at home with Katarina, so I made sure to cherish the moment. I’ve been wanting to try her hearing aid but I was scared to see the device fail. But here we are, on the couch in the living room, with a box between the two of us.

“Okay, I’m gonna put this on you and if you hear anything, you tell me okay?” I signed to her and she nodded. With one big breath, I opened the box and gently placed the device in her ears, and pressed the button.

Quickly looked at her face and not gonna lie I was scared to speak. “Say something,” she signed and I blinked a couple of times and cleared my throat but when I opened my mouth to say something, Katarina jumped up on the couch. Her eyes were wide open and I could see her eyes tearing up. “It works? You can actually hear me?” I stumbled over my words, hands shaking and my eyes welled up as well. She nodded and jumped into my arms, her tears wetting my shirt. “I love you, malysh.”

***

“Are you coming to the party?” Asked Steve as we were going to the gym. “Yeah, Katarina will sleep at one of her friend’s house, so I’ll be good.” “I’m so excited to meet her by the way. I heard the hearing aid worked,” the big smile on his face was so rare these days. “Yeah, it did. She’s excited to meet all of you guys. I’ve been telling her about all of you.” “Really? What’s she like?” He asked as we entered the gym area, which was empty at the time. Not many people work out at 5 am.

“She’s a lot like me to be honest. She is very mischievous though, I think Clint taught her all that.” And James but he just can’t know that. “But she’s just full of love and affection. She likes to cuddle which I adore so much. The only thing I’m worried about is that she’s definitely going to follow in my footsteps, like workwise. In the beginning, she always asked Clint and Natasha too about their missions. She is so interested in all this already. Clint of course makes it all look fun and stuff, but you know… it’s scary.” “Does she get along with Romanoff? She doesn’t seem like a kid's person,” he cracked a smile as he lifted off a kettlebell from the floor. “Ugh they love each other, probably the most difficult part in all this breakup thing,” I sighed while getting on the bicycle. “Ever since we started having these arguments and tense moments, she obviously doesn’t visit much. And I only feel sad for Rina, because they always have so much fun together.” “Have you talked to her about it?” Asked Steve. “Nat? No. We’ve been caught up with being jealous of who the other person sleeps with so… I really just want to get over it. I just hope that when Katarina meets you guys she will forget her a little.”

***

The day has come. The team comes over to meet Katarina for the first time. She was so excited all day yesterday, telling me about how she can’t wait to meet Mama’s friends.

As the doorbell rang, she ran to the front door and did her best to reach the handle but she couldn’t. I picked her up and opened the door where our guests stood. Dad was obviously up front with bags in his hands and Pepper was next to him, also packed with bags. Steve and Thor were behind them, smiling like they were being awarded. I could see Clint and Bruce standing behind Steve, but Natasha was nowhere to be found. “Come on in,” I stepped aside and waited for everyone to flow into the flat.

Katarina was looking at all of them with wide eyes and her mouth was slightly open too. Once Clint closed the door behind them, I looked through all of them. “So… You want to introduce yourself?” I looked down at Rina and she nodded slowly.

“Hi. My name is Katarina Stark and I’m 3 but not really,” she signed and Clint translated for most of them. “She looks like me. She has the Stark charm, doesn’t she?” Dad smiled like an idiot and I just had to chuckle. “That funny-looking guy is your grandpa and the nice lady next to him is your grandma,” I pointed at Pepper and her face was everything. The pure smile and warmth this woman radiated were everything I wished for in a mom. “Am I?” She asked softly and I smiled. “If you’d like to be,” I said and she came over to hug me and Dad was quick to scoop Katarina out of my arms.

“You don’t know how much this means to me,” Pepper said and I hugged her close. “Thank you for always being there for me. And Dad too. We’re lucky to have you.” A single tear slid down my cheek. “I’m gonna call you mom,” I let go of her and she chuckled. “Whatever happens with you two, and I hope nothing bad, you’ll always be an important part of my life. And now Katarina’s too.” “Oh god, I love you, honey,” she brought me back into a hug. “I love you too.”

“This is Uncle Thor, Mama’s brother,” I pointed at the tall man and he was quick to sit on the floor, opening his big arms. “Come here, little infant. I hope you know, you have mighty blood in your veins,” he said and Rina chuckled while climbing into his arms, giving Thor a big hug.

After she had met with everyone properly, I started making lunch while they were hanging out in the living room. “She looks a lot like him,” heard Steve say as he entered the kitchen. I glanced at him and he had a sad smile on his face. “It’s scary how much they look alike. Every time I look at her, his face flashes in my mind,” I looked back at the cutting board.

“Have you talked?” He asked on a serious note. I stopped cutting and placed down the knife and turned to him.

“He came to me. Not long after the whole SHIELD thing. To my office, which was very surprising. We talked, and he specifically told me not to say anything… to anyone. He helped me find Katarina and he wanted to leave. Alone.” He listened very carefully. “I offered him that I will hide him. I lived far enough from everyone to have him here, so I didn’t see why not. He lived here up until last week. He left a note saying he won’t contact me. He just wants a picture of his daughter every month. He was miserable here. Couldn’t leave the house, couldn’t have human interaction other than me and Rina. He was scared to meet you, you know… He told me how much he was scared to look at you and see what he has become.” I explained and he looked down, shoulders dropping. “You could’ve told me not to look for him at least?” He said with a small smile. “You wouldn’t have stopped,” I shook my head with a knowing look. “No, I wouldn’t.”

#Natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x stark!reader #natasha romanoff x female reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x female #black widow #natasha romanoff imagines #black widow imagines #black widow x y/n #black widow x stark!reader #black widow x female reader #black widow x you #black widow x reader #gxg #marvel #bucky barnes #steve rogers #tony stark

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jackiequick · 1 year

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— A trip to New Mexico, how fun right? Well, sorta! | Marvel Phase 1 FanFic

Timeline: Set during Iron Man 2 and in between Thor

Summary: Coulson was assigned to go see what the hell was happening in New Mexico and decided he might need, more like want, some assistance and who better to keep watch of the town than a blast from the past SHIELD agent?

Pairing: Coulson & Underwood, Darcy Lewis & Jason Underwood and etc.

Established uncle & nephew relationship: Tony Stark & Jason Underwood

Characters/mentioned: Clint Barton, Rei Stark, Jane Foster, Pepper Potts, Natasha Romanoff and etc.

Click here if you like to read the previous fic

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The day was young and the sun was still shining among the city across Miami into the Stark Mansion. Pepper was off at Stark Industries with Natalie Rushman, who’s real name is Natasha Romanoff, meanwhile Jason took care of the business around the household. It’s been rather hectic lately so someone at least needed to make sure no one starved and everything was well taken care of.

He thanked god his grandnephew, Rei Stark, beautiful mother was taking care of the boy this week. Because then, they would have another mystery on their hands with how curious that child can secretly be.

He was answering a few questions about a financial calls in the living room and flipping across channels on the TV that involves news about the latest Stark Expo, stuff involving Dr. Bruce Banner, The Feltons daily news and information about The Strange Family son, Leonard Strange.

As well as a small crisis forming in New Mexico appeared on various news channels. He rolled his eyes knowing S.H.I.E.L.D. was probably getting word of it already and coming to—

Suddenly the floor started rumbling loudly underneath his feet and the other things started shaking. He quickly turned over to catch a lamp that almost tipped over and crashed.

His eyes widen and shouted into the phone, “I’ll have to call you back, Laura!”

He swiftly made his way down the stairs to see the basement turned open floor lab was being destroyed. And in the middle of it stood his only nephew holding back a jackhammer as AC/DC blasted into the headphones he was wearing. So he wasn’t actually listening or notice him standing there.

“HEY! BOB THE BUILDER CUT IT OUT!” Jason shouted stumbling through the rubble, deeply crackled opened walls and dirty floors that surrounded them.

If his eyes couldn’t widen even more, his eyes darted down to the 1970 model of Stark Expo he helped design decades ago laying on the ground. The model that both Stark siblings, were discussing on becoming something evolutionary different for the world. He wasn’t as smart as them to understand everything they studied and created but he understood it was far too important to not model the idea.

He reached forward lace his fingers crossed the model and questioned, “Jarvis?”

“Yes, sir?” Repiled the A.I.

“What is this? I mean, what is he building?”

“It’s to be believed Mr. Stark has discovered a New Element and is determined to use it to power his suit for a greater timeframe.”

“A new element? Damn. Alright, turn the music off.”

JARVIS did what was told as he unwired Tony’s music as the brunette genius shouted confused and insulted by the actions. Until his eyes fell on his uncle with a nod, “Hey.”

“Hey.” He replied removing his jacket and rolling up his sleeves.

“You’re creating a new element, i see.”

“Yup! After 20 years, dad is still taking me to school and I’m surprised I’ve haven’t seen it sooner.”

“Because it wasn’t time for you figure it out eariler. Need help?”

“Seriously?”

“You ruined my floor.”

“That’s means your helping!”

“But your cleaning up afterwards.”

“Damn it.”

The two got to work, opening walls, expanding wires, lengthened the tunnels across the room. Tony coined it ‘hardware mood’, using his hands to create the lengthy contraction instead of his machinery. ‘Going old school’ as Jason liked to call it, pulling apart drilling into the tunnels and adding placements to the sections.

It placed looked insanely messy but you knew where everything is.

By the time, Tony was drilling in something the door to the basement opened as Agent Phil Coulson walked in saying, “I heard you broke the perimeter.”

“Uh, yeah that was 3 years ago, where you’ve been?” Tony replied, walking over to the tunnels and vents they built.

“Doing some stuff.”

“Yeah well, me too and it worked.”

Both men chatted, as Tony wondered around the room grabbing items as Coulson picked up a half built Shield that could’ve belong to Captain America. That was when Jason stepped into the picture returning with another box of tools, cables and basic hardware.

The blonde smirked snatching up the item, showing it to Tony who’s face light up, having Coulson help them put the Shield underneath the tunnels to level it. Perfectly leveled.

“I’m busy, what you want?” Tony said, receiving a light slap on the arm from Jason due to the attitude he gave Coulson, “Ow!”

Coulson held back a small chuckled, “Goodbye. I’ve been reassigned, director Fury wants me in New Mexico.”

“Fantastic. Land of enchantment.”

“Or so I’m told.”

Jason spoke up, “The small crisis in New Mexico, involving the decency sized craters with a hammer smacked in the middle of it?”

“Good, your informed.” Coulson added with a half smile.

“I saw the news.”

“I would like you to come, Stark seems to be handling things here perfectly well.”

“Yeahhh. Nope! I’m retired.”

“Never too late to jump back in the game.”

“And I’m busy.”

Tony gave his uncle a look to go do it and get out of the house, that he can handle everything from here. He weighted his options, not wanting to leave his house unsupervised and tired of going deep into SHIELD missions, he rather likes retirement.

“I don’t know, man. Again, I’ve been retired for more than 15 freaking years.” Jason exclaimed.

Coulson thought for a moment, he really wanted to have company for a couple of days and said, “You only need to scout the town and see what’s happening.”

“Undercover work?”

“Yes. Only for 4 days, i promise than you can come back.”

“2 days. I’m only doing simple work, let me remind you that i rather not mess with the others there.”

“Fine by me. Waiting for you in the car.”

Tony giggled at the speechless face his uncle made. It was priceless! He told him to go ahead with Coulson for a few short days, he promised he won’t reck the house, hopefully. Plus he knew the man had a suitcase still packed from their trip to France upstairs.

He sent a playful glare to his nephew, grabbing his things and met Phil outside.

The man drove them to New Mexico, taking stops to stretch their legs and eat on the way there. Both men chatted to keep the time at ease, having respect for one another and actually enjoying the company. Phil Coulson wasn’t a half bad, but that doesn’t mean he won’t heist to tease him.

“So, how’s the thing with May going?” Jason let out ever so causal, sipping a bottle of water.

Phil blinked hearing him and awkwardly blushed, “I—i-how did you know that?”

“I heard of the story that you were on a undercover mission with her and a few interactions were made.”

“It was completely professional.”

“Oh, so taking 2 minutes to unhook her bra was professional?”

“There were cameras! I was trying to sell that we were together.”

Jason snickered, “Oh yeah according to her, you sold it.”

“That was an act for the camera!” Coulson added trying to defend himself, “So you and May talk, huh?”

“Quite a bit. Her emails about you are hilarious.”

“Remind me to call her later. And i will have you know, I was being a gentleman.”

“Oh yeah, of course Phil. You were committed.”

“I think i did alright. You think i was committed?”

“Your one of a kind, Coulson. Don’t ever change.”

The rest of the ride meant a few jokes here and there, stopping for snack break and bringing up movies along with latest shows on TV. There were a few mishaps and things that needed to be taken care of during their stops.

They arrived soon enough to New Mexico, as an SHIELD base was already being formed around the outsets of the town nearby the crater that held the hammer. The moment they exist the car, Jason slid down darting to examine the hammer in awe. Plenty of people tried surrounding and lifting the metallic gray block from the ground but it didn’t seem to budge at all.

“Wow..” muttered Jason, giving a once over to Phil who snapped pictures.

The carvings were immaculate, the lining was framed perfectly, the engraved symbols were placed in a fitting manner. The hammer looked one of a kind. Magical. Ungodly amount of time and effort was made into making it. Jason must admit he gave credit to the people who shaped such a glorified item.

Hell, the man stepped over looping the brown handled into his grip trying to lift it himself. He grunted and huffed, taking a couple of breaths trying his mightiest to lift the god damn hammer. But nothing! It didn’t even bother to slightly budge for him. He sighed, releasing the grip of the handle and stomped up to the previous stop he want in.

“Anything?” Coulson asked, humoring his attempt to lift the hammer.

“Nope.” He replied, huffing and massaging his grip, “That thing is stuck!”

“Yikes. Here’s the deal, your gonna get a change on clothes then scout the town.”

“How about you? Gonna try and lift it yourself?”

“Haha! No, I’m handling a few pressing matters and help set up the base of operations.”

Jason nodded walking back to the car, he seemed out of breath from trying to lift the god damn hammer. It was super glued to the ground, not even trucks and machines with horsepower could even remove it from the ground.

He found himself a nicely fresh change of causal clothes. Being a brown jacket with a olive green t-shirt, dark jeans, and a pair of his favorite classic sneaker. Along with a pair of simple sunglasses that were gifted by Pepper last Christmas. He carried his old school SHIELD ID, walkie-talkie and a handheld gun in his pocket. Just in case.

The man wondered around town, taking notice of the simplicity of it all. The houses, buildings, stores that held the items needed to built a good foundation, a general grocery store, a diner that held the delicious smell of pies, a bar and plenty of other places to visit. It made him smile. He liked it a lot, especially since the afternoon sun shinned just right above the cloud, giving the waves a cozy breath of fresh air.

He enjoyed it.

He walked around, entertaining himself at a coffee shop nearby the gas station. He was waiting in line, reading the signs on the wall and giving small nods to older folk or pregnant women who walked past him, letting them go in front of him. He wasn’t in a hurry to get out or anything, his job was the scout the town and see what type of people they’re dealing with.

And so far? Everyone seemed to be general folk living their day to day lives, working 9-5 meanwhile the teenagers and children were out at school or something.

Everything was going good until he was accidentally bumped into by someone.

He didn’t see the person, only what dropped on the floor next to his feet. A older brunette doll, that was wearing a purple dress, a white lab coat, strapless heels and a ponytail. Alongside a pair of sunglasses on the doll. Looked more like an cool action figure than a doll, designed by wonderfully crafty people.

Little did he know that the young girl who this doll belonged to would be important to him later on. As well as the mother.

He chuckled as his eyes darted up to the person, “Hey sweetheart, I believe this is yours?”

The young girl turned around, her red skirt bouncing in the wind from the movement she was making and fixing her crafty jacket a bit, pushing up her bangs to face the man. Her big brown eyes were covered by square frames. Along with adorable dimples.

“Ohh? Oh! I’m sorry mister..” She repiled shyly with a smile, and gently taking the doll from him.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. You don’t want to lose her, she’s smart.” He replied with a smile.

“Yeah my doll is a scientist! She’s love coffee, dresses in purple and uh, stuff.

“Hahaha. That’s amazing, um sweetie?

“Hmm?”

“Sorry to ask, but um where’s your mama?”

“Uh, she’s getting extra coffee from her and a few friends.”

“And she left you alone?”

“I’m not that’s little, you know. I’m 15–16!…ish, very soon.”

“Child. You’re still a child.”

“I’m almost 16, sir.! Sorry for shouting.”

“Don’t be, it’s alright.”

He was just about to ask her name when..

“Mew Mew!”

Came a voice, sounding it belonged a women. She ran up to them, holding a box of donuts and a two cups of coffee. The women seemed to a short brunette with long curls, a beanie that bounced with her every step and glasses. She was pretty! Her features matched the young girl perfectly, it made him smile knowing that her mother returned quickly.

“Mew Mew, i told you to stay put, sweetie.” Said the mother with a smile pushing up her glasses, sounding sweetly protective of the girl.

“I’m sorry, i had to throw out my trash mom.” Apologized the young girl.

“At least tell me where you’re going next time. This place is sorta crowded. You almost gave me a huge fright!”

“I’m sorry. I will tell you next time. But I’m okay! I promise!”

The brunette noticed the man and said, “I’m so sorry about her! She just ran off and i had no idea what happened..i hope she wasn’t too much trouble or anything.”

That was when Jason spoke up with a politic tone replying, “Oh no! It’s completely alright, you know how kid—I mean, teens are. Just be lucky, it was me who found her and not some other guy.”

“You have kids? I mean no offense, your like a young and tall bachelor.”

He chuckled, “That i know of, I have one. He’s at home with family.”

“You’re new around here, huh?” She questioned with a smile.

“It’s obvious isn’t it?”

“YUP! I mean the jacket means your suitable and out of town, no offense.”

“None taken. I’m just here for two days, I needed some rest from a long trip.”

She smiled, “Well you pick a odd place to stop. Oh well, welcome to New Mexico. I’m Darcy and you already met Mew Mew.”

“Melissa!” Cut in the young girl, with a grin.

Jason nodded with a small laugh and decided to use a nickname of his, “Nice to meet both of you. I’m JJ.”

“JJ, huh?” Darcy challenge with a smile, raising an eyebrow.

“You’ll find out my real name later, if your lucky.”

“Well i like it! It’s cute. Oh I’m sorry again for taking up your time.”

“It’s okay, doll. No one was breaking any bylaws or anything. You seem like your in a hurry as well?”

“Oh yes! Meeting up a fews friends of mine for breakfast and stuff. Oh shit, we’re running late. Thanks again, JJ!”

“No problem! Be careful and stay safe out there.”

The women walked away with a smile, glancing back at him thinking about something as her daughter waved at the man. He chuckled, waving goodbye to the pair noticing he was finally next in line and made a quiet order. He thanked the sweet barista with a charming smile, who giggled softly at his politeness, as he made his way around town.

His thought went back to the women he met earlier, Darcy, and her grinning daughter. They seemed like kind folk, but a part of him felt like he seen something in Darcy’s face before. Like he met a version of her in the past. Maybe her mother or an older sister? He didn’t know what it was, but he felt calm and a bit like himself around her aura.

He smiled.

Moments like that made him feel good. He has seen and met plenty of faces beforehand in his life. People on missions, dates he was dragged into going on, parties he danced at, walks in the park and just faces that made him feel a sense of déjà vu. A charming old feeling, per say.

As he scout the town, he scanned the area and the people, when suddenly he heard it. A loud banging tune. A righteous voice that could sent a smile to any man or women who met them. His face whipped around to hiding across the corner of a store, noticing the group.

A short light haired brunette with a beauty mark, an older man dressed in a patterned shirt and a tall blonde wearing a brownish jacket. And next to them stood Darcy, along with her daughter. But his eyes bounced back to the voice.

The mannerisms of the blonde haired man held such strong attitude towards the others around him. Tall and muscular like he was meant to do business with someone. The voice was righteously kind and oddly enough to seem like he lost his footing. His young facial features made him look like he was sculpture by…

A god.

Jason smirked. Pulling out his phone, he called Coulson, simply saying, “I think I found your sources, Phil…”

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He returned back to the base of operations.

It was jarring scurrying up the step, having not been in a SHIELD makeshift office for more or less 15 years. Practically 20 years! A heat wave hit him. The man would’ve shivered at the thoughts and memories that had the option to wash over him.

He snapped back towards Coulson watching the man work, watching scanners and scouts shouting loudly across the room. He even noticed a blonde man dressed in black in the corner, tightening his arrowheads giving him a small nod, acknowledging him.

“Phil. We have your guy.” Jason spoke with a clear voice, catching the people in the room’s attention.

He explains to Coulson to try getting into contact with a Dr. Jane Foster and her little group of misfits, collecting as much information they can. Coulson was impressed by hearing this, already on the same page before he showed up finding information about Dr. Foster, calling orders to everyone who was in the area.

Jason nodded, about to walk out when somebody tossed a gun at him. He caught it and examined the weapon. A position for a sharp shooter.

“Hey—wait, no! Coulson, we had a deal. I ain’t doing this. I did the light work you asked for.” Yelled out the blonde following the agent across the halls.

“Yeah well, I had other plans. I figured you’ll like to get a front row seat on the action, high up.” Coulson said, with a small smile, “If he shows up.”

“Whatever you plan on doing, you better keep an eye on them and make sure no harm comes to them. Their group had a child with them.”

“Relax Wood—”

“Underwood.”

“Sorry, Underwood. I won’t harm anyone, we just need to speak to that one guy. I promise we’ll try to play it safe, but we don’t know who we’re dealing with.”

“You’re window with me will be closing very soon, Coulson. So make it quick, then I’m out.”

“Crystal clear, Underwood. But I do have a question, why did you come?”

He blinked and just shrugged, he really didn’t know the true answer to that question. He thought about it, trying to word it in his mind the best he can, leaving out a few details for himself.

“Because my nephew wanted me out of the house..and I-I had no other choice but to make sure SHIELD that knows what they’re doing…I’ve seen the records and it’s utter chaos.” He answered softly.

Coulson nodded and pressed, “We’re trying to fix it as we go along, I promise. Why did you retire? You know either way, it won’t last. You will always have a part of you that wants to come back to this..I mean look at your life now.”

Jason didn’t answer him this time, just walked away with a grip on the rifle. He knew the plenty of reasons why he retired and honestly he enjoyed retirement, hoping to get this job done. But it won’t say most of it out loud himself.

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This time, we was perched on a high level outside with the archer he saw earlier. Clint Barton.

The man wasn’t half bad. Snarky, has a murder stare he can appreciate, very knowledgeable about stuff and honestly a pretty chill guy. Along with a bit grumpy due to the rain.

In the New Mexico, it was raining again. The last two days have on and off again rain with sun and wind. Mother Nature didn’t seem too happy. Some agents didn’t mind it meanwhile the others were annoyed by it.

He doesn’t mind the rain too much.

“So, you’re the guy Nat was telling me about?” Clint said after a few minutes of silence between them.

Jason was hunched over readjusting his gun, and looked over his shoulder heading him, “What?”

“Natasha. She told me about you.”

“Uh, Clint, I don’t know a Natasha, buddy.”

He chuckled, “Ohhhh! You don’t know? Your women from legal, Natalie Rushman, is actually an agent of ours..”

“The fuck?” Jason let out, taking a moment to connect the dots and groaned, “God damn it! Pepper hired her, and didn’t even notice the clues.”

“Ah, well, she’s good at her job! Could fool anyone. She’s a widow for gods sakes!”

‘So was my big sister..’ He thought to himself, before adding, “Yeah, she fooled me. Uh, what did she say about me?”

“That you’re agile, smart, kind.” Clint snorted, “And bit of a grump. No offense! She likes to tell me about her missions and the people she meets, but she doesn’t know much about you..”

“And I like to keep it that way. For your knowledge and hers, I’m uh, just a family friend of Stark’s.”

“A very close one it seems. You didn’t seem like you wanted to leave the house.”

“Yeah well, someone needs to keep an eye on them. Enough about me, Clint, what about you?”

“Simple man like you, i guess. I remember wanting to work with SHIELD for a long time and I’ve been working 9-5 for some time now, trying to perfect my craft. Oh, I have a beautiful fiancé not a lot of people know that.”

Anyone can see the soft grin on Clint’s face mentioning the last part. He seemed very proud of it, as if he was planning on starting a family with whoever this fiancé was. In result, it had Jason smiling.

“Treat her right, Barton.” Jason told him with a smile.

“I try.” Clint replied, “You got anyone?”

“Uh..um, it’s complicated.”

“How complicated?”

“I take girls out on dates but it never last.”

“Hmm! You need to try finding a girl outside of your usual spots.”

They waited. Wait long hours of the day, Clint on his leveled perched up with his bow and arrow. Jason on the other side, underneath an umbrella, his gun in hand, eyes narrow. It was dark, rainy, quiet, you couldn’t hear much. Only the ruffle of trees, wet sand being slouch around and machines working.

Until they heard it. The grunts, groans, yells and pure shouting that started picking up pace. The running from starts perked Jason and Clint up in positions.

Then the pair saw it, the situation of a tall, blonde man with full on muscles over his body. His wet hair and pissed off look that made him look like Zeus. Clint got a clean shot at him and Jason narrowed, his gun able to get a closer look.

“Damn he’s uh, good looking..” Jason muttered, couldn’t lie and thanked god his old friends weren’t here to make heart eye at him.

“Yeah he is..” Clint muttered back then started asking Coulson to fire, who ordered him to wait.

The tall blonde man raised growled and roared like a large monster of rage, his hands gripping onto the handle of the hammer. He smirked as he pulled and grunted waiting for a result, but nothing came. Just like when Jason pulled it earlier. No result.

However, this man looked upset, screaming and his knees fell to the ground. He looked defeated. Like dialing back on doing a simple task, like he meant to lift it. Jason blinked, trying to think onto what this god was trying to achieve!

‘God of what?’ He asked himself, watching the man to see if he would do anything else. A part of him might’ve been empathetic toward him, if he wasn’t standing the freaking rain roaring in defeat and annoyance.

He snapped out of this thoughts when Coulson called it. Jason ran down with other agents cuffing Thor wrists together. Clint lowers his bow and arrow. They brought him into a room to be interrogated by Phil Coulson, the blonde man stayed quiet the whole time…

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Coulson paced back and forth, he just wanted a name. He bite his nails. Proof that this man has something to hide for he can report back to Fury. Phil kept glancing at the monitors, watching this man’s movements. It wasn’t moving, just looking defeated.

Clint was doing research measures for this case, Jason watched the scanners. His eyes stayed on the blonde, wishing he heard his name earlier when he was scouting the town, but he didn’t. Darcy nor Jane Foster said his name. Jason narrowed in on the tall blonde recognizing something, trying to connect the dots.

He seems to be a strong man. Maybe we he brought to Earth due to a punishment? Did he screw up with somebody? Who made him this way? So many questions were running across his head, watching the clock.

Again, he recognized the look, the same one his nephew shared two years ago before announcing himself as Iron Man.

He’s in need of finding himself, grounding himself in humanity.

Coulson locked eyes with Jason, knowing his time was almost up. Less than 12 hours and he’ll be gone back to Miami.

“You talk to him.” Phil remarked.

“What? No.” Jason rejected the request.

“We just need his name. He said he’s a god compared to the men here.”

“Every man thinks he’s a god. I’ve been near it, he’s just bluffing.”

“Exactly why you should go! Please, i just need it and we can focus our research with the equipment we stole from Foster.”

“You stole from Dr. Foster. Not me.”

Jason grumbled underneath his breath, reminding himself he’ll be gone soon. He walked away, removing his jacket and took a long sigh, sucking his teeth before entering the room.

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He entered the clear room, holding a glass of water for the man and a snack. A bag of chips he stole from the vending machines.

He sat down in the chair across from him, handing him the items.

“What’s this?” Asked the blonde, holding the glass of water and small bag.

“Water. I can promise you it’s not drugged or anything. You need it after taking out those men.” Jason explained, with a kindness in his tone.

“Why? Are you with them? Theses men. Son of Col and his soldiers.”

“Not exactly, your highness. I was just sent to scout the town and keep an eye on the people, especially after the ruckus at the moment.”

“You mean to cause me and theses humans harm then…?”

“No. I didn’t, that was Coulson’s doing. I didn’t know his intentions until now. He know he’s on a time crunch with me and he just ask one thing of you.”

“And what is that?”

Thor stayed silent, looking down after asking that question. He leaned against his chair, inching forward to drink the water and bag of the chips he was given. He was hungry and very much appreciated the small offering. He watched the man, sitting in front of him. He held such kindness, honesty and plenty of gruff to himself. As if he had a lot of trouble in his mind.

“Who are you?” Thor asked him, sipping his glass.

“Why would you like to know? He asked, rather intrigued by his eyes.

“You offered to show me a far cry of kindness.”

“Because, if you live long enough, you see the same eyes in different people…”

Thor was honestly taking back by his words. Those were powerful enough just to be written in stone. He wondered if this man was playing a role or actually meant every word in that sentence. As if he lived plenty of lives, such as himself. A part of him choose to highly respect it.

“What’s your game, mortal?” He asked, leaning forward in his chair.

“No, no game your highness. You have your secrets and so do i. And i can tell you don’t want to be here.” Jason told him honestly, “I’ll just like to know your name. Please?”

“..I’m Thor. Son Of Odin.”

“Your a god..?”

“Yes. What do you mean by the question?”

“A man of your status must’ve been sent here for a reason, my lord.”

“I was casted out of my home for being a ruckus and disobeying my orders…but i can assure you, I didn’t mean to cause you harm..”

“I can tell. Thor, i don’t know how long you’ve been here on Earth but what I’m about to say might ease your thoughts.”

“Hm?”

“You were sent here to learn a lesson. I can only imagine what it might be, however that’s for you figure out.”

“A lesson?”

“There’s always trials and errors to overcome. And I believe you might have to learn something from being among us humans..”

The god of thunder stayed silent simply nodded, listening to him as his mind ran with billions of thoughts. Jason stood up from his chair thanking him for that small information and he’ll request for Thor to be released soon enough.

He was about to leave the room when the god of thunder stop him.

“What’s your name?” He asked, his blue eyes pooling and twirling in curiosity.

He looked over his shoulder with a simple half smile, “Jason Underwood, your majesty.”

With that last comment he left, telling Clint what he found from his conversation with the blonde. It wasn’t much, he wasn’t going to tell Barton about what exactly happened in that room. Keeping that information private until further notice. He only said that his name was ‘Thor’ and that he’s a god.

Clint nodded taking note of what was said to tell Coulson later. Jason nodded, snatching up his keys. His work here was done. He hoped.

He took the first chance he got, returning back to his motel to pack his things and head back home.

The man was driving to Miami turning back the radio, when he received a call from James Rhodes. Rhodey was telling him what recently happened with Tony, the fight with Pepper, the issue with his suits and whatnot. Along with the fact that Tony decided to take off in his suit and sat on a giant freaking donut. It was a rather long list.

“He did what?!”

Was all Jason yelled out the phone, as he reached a red light.

As if he week couldn’t get any weirder…

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I have it as a personal headcanon that Tony's like such good boyfriend/husband material cause like this man would treat his girl like a princess everyday. He tries to "win you over" everyday, doesn't matter that y'all have been together for 20 years, he makes you fall in love with him again and again everyday. He genuinely compliments you all the time, loves pampering you, gives you flowers regularly - even when it's not a special date - and he often makes sure to deliver the flowers himself! He asks you on date nights and still gets a shy smile when asking you for a date night just like the first time he did it. Says the cheesiest lines and says the most romantic thing all of a sudden, always surprising you. Loves taking his time during sex to give you all the pleasure he can - and loves to create a romantic atmosphere and spice things up every now and then! Always a charming gentleman overall (Maria did a good job raising him!). I want a Tony of my own so bad 😫🥺

Need me a Tony rn 😠😠😠😠 While he may have his flaws, he really does love his person! He probably still can’t believe that someone else wants to be in his house all the time and love him all the time?? Maybe it’s part of why he’s always wooing them over everyday and gives all he can. Is it his way of being grateful or still worried he needs to peacock his way around? Maybe a bit of both, but even so, he adores them and they deserve everything— which he can give! And he enjoys the pride in his chest when he can still get them flustered or when they hug him after he’s been gone. He loves to love, but now that he finally has it he wants nothing more than to keep it safe in a quiet and soft life where he can keep them pampered and pleased and hopefully as happy and loved as he is! He’s definitely a gentleman, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t manage to be nasty is a classy way 😉

Also I feel like Maria did manage to teach him manners, but he probably pick and chose when to act right, and only when acting one way or another would make his father mad tbh 🤧 he probably also thought Jarvis was just ✨cool✨ and probably learned from his interactions with the environment and people around him. And Jarvis was nice, so of course a small Tony was not only going to be nice back, but probably picked up on all the different ways and reasons he was nice. Tony wanted to be like him! And at a young age, didn’t necessarily understand who or what Jarvis really was.

And while he may not have ever liked his dad very much, Howard did treat Maria good and they seemed to love each other a lot! That was probably his only (admittedly high) standard of how love worked. Besides maybe Jarvis and his wife, and how, even though a younger Tony was sometimes scared of her 🤧, his love was always soft and unconditional.

#anon #anonymous #answered #larstalks

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wanda-little-baby · 2 years

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Rainy Run - Wanda x Readear

Summary: Retrace the path that led you to this point, starting at the lowest point.

Warnings: angst, a lot of angst also on the next chapter but it will be better

A/N: Please going easy with me its my first work ❤️!

Words: 1.654

This morning started like all the others, I woke up at 5 and after a cold shower I got dressed and left the compound to go running.

The temperature was still quite low, perfect for anything but not for running, typical of full spring here in New York. I decided to take a path to the nearby woods, just to change my routine, as I ran I noticed the rapid change of the already multi-colored leaves, almost ready to fall. Running, I began to remember all the times that for some reason, if only to disconnect the tension, I would take refuge there protected by the branches of the forest.

The first time was two years ago shortly after the Avengers rescued me from under the rubble of the building where I lived with my parents. At the time I was only sixteen and I still didn't know how to control my powers well, it often happened that when I felt very strong emotions I let them take the lead and bad things happened, like that time...

Immediately after I realized what I had done everything became dark and I thought I was going to die, at least I would stop suffering, hurting others and myself, but the universe had more in store for me. Suddenly a strong glow blinded my sight and prevented me from looking at the person who had raised the concrete slab above me, ending breaking the magical barrier that had self-created during the collapse, it took me a while to readjust to the light ... before realizing that the man in front of me was none other than Captain America!

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It all started with a simple quarrel, one of those things that mother and daughter have, but usually it does not end with a collapsing building, many victims and the Avengers walking in search of survivors or rather looking for you above the remains of that which until half an hour ago was your home.

With many wounds and unable to utter any meaningful words the only sounds were various moans accompanied by tears caused by both anger and sadness, offset by an excellent process of fainting. "Nat prepares the Quinjet, I found someone," Steve said as he pressed a finger into the earphone.

The slight moments between fainting caused by the huge blood loss were hardly enough to understand three things: the first was that Captain America was picking you up and carrying you somewhere, you were on a sort of plane headed for who knows what place, and in conclusion you were terribly ill ... for everything.

When I woke up I was in a kind of hospital bed with a nasal tube and an IV in my arm; it was like waking up from a nightmare one of those who make a "cold sweat" only this was true, it was all true. I carefully tried, even if still a little dazed, to look around me without picking up any clues as to where I was except perhaps that it was very expensive; trying to make a brief summary of all the memories suddenly, the emotions came back to the surface trapping my heart in an excruciating grip, instinctively I tried to get up by triggering a kind of strangely calm voice that warned me to stay calm because the "Mr. Stark" would have arrived soon, at those words it is as if a world had opened up to me "Mr. Stark, did you say? Iron Man? Where am I? Why am I here and especially where are my parents?" behind me suddenly a voice came up "Whoa, calm down, it's okay, how many questions, do you need something?".

Already the one in front of me was Tony Stark, until a few seconds ago I had only seen him on the news, but now he was right here and he asked me a question "No, I'm fine ..." were the only words that came out almost like a whisper "Ok it doesn't seem but ok for now I accept it" he said reducing the space "Let's start with order, what's your name?" "Y/n!" I almost shouted trying to escape from that situation "So, JARVIS made sure to get your clothes back, I don't think you want to stay in that shirt much longer," he said pointing to a chair in the corner with the clothes "Yeah, it's not very comfortable" I said quickly putting on my old clothes. "Ok Y/n, remember what happened, the reason for your injuries" without answering I lowered my eyes full of tears at the thought, it was enough. "Then I guess from the questions you know who I'm, right ?" without answering, I nodded slightly, "Well come with me I'll help you distract yourself, let's go talk to the others".

That was the first time I met the Avengers, but definitely not the last. At this point in the boulevard of memories the thing that brought me back to reality was a drop of water on my nose followed by others very quickly and in no time I became a walking puddle that ran quickly back to the compound.

Once I arrived, in a heartbeat I sneaked back into my room without wanting to wake anyone, and straight into the bathroom for a nice hot shower eliminating all the accumulated cold. The warmth of the shower allowed my mind to prepare to take another leap into the maze of my traumas.

I've always never liked introductions, all this embarrassment as if talking was the most humiliating thing in the world, it certainly didn't improve in this situation. Coming out of the room that "Tony" had said was some kind of infirmary he led me somewhere looking at me as if I were a broken vase about to split into many small pieces, he was right ... I had just killed my parents and it was all my fault.

"You know Y/N you can call me Tony if you like" "you're very quiet eh" "don't press too hard, you'll like them" I continued to follow him without however countering his constant attempts to open a conversation because it wasn't the most important thing, I had to knowing where my parents were, why I was there, what Earth's mightiest heroes wanted from a simple girl unfortunate enough to have powers she can't handle.

At the end of the one-sided chat he motioned me to enter a "conference room", I don't have time to take the first step that all the eyes of the four people inside were turned to me, their looks were filled with sorrow mixed with fear ...

... if I had known, I would have too

"Where are my parents !? Are they okay?" Were the first words I said to break the awkward silence, words that only later would I regret having uttered; Bruce, who at that time did not yet know sayed "Your parents .... your parents died under the rubble".

At those words it was as if everything collapsed but at the same time clear, it was my fault, from that belief my body collapsed to the ground bent in an excruciating spiral of pain all around, pain that became anger to be the cause of everything that, anger at being too weak to handle these powers, anger at not dying with them and surviving, all of this pain almost exploded inside me, almost.

All this happened in a few seconds, making only a glimpse of what was inside me on the outside, immediately Steve, as usual, rushed to "save" the same girl for the second time in the same day "Don't worry, we're not going to hurt you, we heard about the explosion and came to check its source, we didn't know it was you but we're not here to question you "he said with a rather sorry tone looking at the rest of the team; "For the moment you can stay here if you want. Tony, we have a room for her right?" "Yes, of course we have Steve, when there are only 5 of us and most of us are never there" "is it my fault that I have a life?" with my eyes barely open I caught a glimpse of a man laughing together with a redhead "no Clint, it's just that we are very busy no matter how but we are" said the redhead, moderating her laughter, looking back at me.

Seeing that scene, uncommon people laughing and joking as if they were old friends brought out a faint smile flickering enough for Steve to break away and try to compose himself. "I think I'll accept, I have nowhere else to go" I stammered trying to get up trying not to sink in shame for having collapsed in front of people who don't even know me, "you don't have to be ashamed, the pain will pass over time, you just have to find it, for now it is understandable that you want to let off steam "I looked up just to see the other woman smiling at me "by the way, I'm Natasha "she said approaching" I would like to go to this hypothetical room now, if only I knew where" with a still scared look I answered trying to stop all these people getting closer and closer; "Yes, of course, this way," said Tony, picking up the subject again and pointing to the exit.

He led me through a quiet corridor filled with rooms to what I understood was going to be where I was staying. Before I took refuge inside ready to cry he said in a worried tone "If you need something, anything, just a nod, for the moment we should all stay here" nodding I said a miserable "Thank you" before letting go of the handle and to be alone again at the mercy of silence, in pain as it should be after what I had done.

#wanda x reader #a lot of angst #the avengers #new avengers #traumatic memories

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I have a Marvel fanfiction that I abandoned but now Peter x Nebula give me some very good ideas for my fanfiction lol That story is about my OC Charlotte and her relationship with Avengers (mostly Tony, nope not in romantic sense). She is daughter of one of Tony’s bestfriend and Tony loves her like his daughter, Charlotte also loves him very dearly. She is like mix of Tony and Deadpool (Deadpool also present in my story). She hates being a hero and also called so but in the shadows she fight terrorists and criminals. She is genius like Tony and rich, filthy rich. She also has created AI named Darthy like Tony has Jarvis. Anyway, with this short summary I want to talk about how I can bind her with Nebula. I first started this story as Bucky Barnes fanfic but after some time the story become a Marvel fanfic because I still can’t decide who she should be with romantically. There are three candidates actually lol Steve, Bucky and Matt Murdock! Also Pietro but she sees him only a teenager so he isn’t count also there will be someone for him in the future! They somehow aren’t suit her also. And after Starbula I decided why she can’t hit on Nebula? LOL There are a lot common points with them. Tony for example. Charlotte isn’t good with feelings, like she is really a wall about emotional situations, Steve had have really hard time because of that lol But when she wanted something/someone she knows how to get them since she has really a boyish charisma. When they met Nebula sees her only her like a sister but Charlotte doesn’t think about her like that. I changed a lot Canon story in this fanfic so in a way I want to Charlotte and Peter fight for Nebula’s affection. There are a lot events in the story actually, really Starbula open a lot door for me and my OC Charlotte 😂 I also changed infinity stones plot a lot with that. Thanos might be not villain in the story lol

But I want to add that; Charlotte emotionally is so closed. Nebula would be her first and not second to someone. Not second best. Before she get together with Peter I want her to experience that being ‘only one.’ Charlotte is a good-looking, rich, smart (genius level), tall and charismatic woman. She rejected Steve, Bucky and Matt; think about how Peter feels about her as his love rival lol Even he felt attracted to her first but he doesn’t accept it now 😂 Well like I said there are a lot plot and this story in my native language now and need a lot of edit since I started this story at 2016 if I remember correctly. I should edit the chapters and translate them. If the story fetch your interest you can ask me anything, even plots. I need to really talk about it lol

I am a little sleepy so I end that summary-ish explanation of my story lol Again, you can ask me anything about that story I would like tell you <3

#guardian of galaxy #peter quill #tony stark #nebula #my oc #peter x nebula #starbula #quebula

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eyes-of-mischief · 5 months

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weekly fic recs | 50

fandoms: disney, mcu, sxf, tgcf

disney/fairy tale

bell for memory by lalaietha

"I am not small, and I have never sparkled. I am a tinker - I mend things made of metal, all metal, except iron - and one of my names has been Bell, because I make them. I can fly, but I do not have wings. I need no children to believe or clap for me to remain, only shadows and thoughts and the dreams of humankind."

Four Things that Weren't Adequately Covered in Mulan's R.A. Training by NaomiK

Mulan is a Resident Assistant on a dormitory floor at a college. Gosh, some of the students on her floor come from really screwed-up families.

know your place by LunaChai

Shang knows Mulan's secret. The wrong one.

mcu

A Future Shining by icarus_chained

It took Tony a while to notice. To see the increasingly massive sections of memory space that someone had blocked off in JARVIS' systems, the processing power being diverted to something that ... that Tony couldn't breach.

Tony, and JARVIS, and a conversation Tony never, ever thought he'd be having.

Life In Reverse by Lise

Home is where you make it. Or, the AU where Loki falls to Earth after Thor, wanders around trying to work out what to do with himself, and somehow ends up working for SHIELD. (Mostly because supervillains are so plebian.)

Degrees of Separation by plingo_kat

Oh god, what if Jarvis infected Dummy with, with emotions. Jesus Christ.

sxf

beyond the storm by Ahenix

Loid comes home to an anomaly: closed doors, and silence.

Bloodied Hearts by icarus_chained

(mature) (graphic depictions of violence)

Twilight, while investigating an organisation dedicated to Ostanian purity, is captured by terrorists and awaits death. But before they kill him, they want to bring those he's been close to in, to see if they've been corrupted by him. A cavalcade of secrets are revealed in the aftermath, and three battered hearts have to choose who to give their trust, their loyalty and their love.

(They've already give it. All of them. They just need to realise how much so).

once more with feeling by sometimesiship

(explicit)

Twilight has two simple rules: No unnecessary touching and no unnecessary lying. They've gotten him through the cognitive dissonance that playing house creates, and finally, after four years, peace between Ostania and Westalis is within reach. He just has to kill one man—a man guarded by none other than Thorn Princess.

But when identities are revealed and loyalties come to light, the rules no longer apply. As all three Forgers navigate the minefield that their home life has become, the line between Twilight and Loid begins to blur, begging the question: if your fake wife is the final boss and your pretend daughter knows your every thought, is peace even an option?

Oh, and don't forget about the damn dog.

tgcf

what's in a name by rurinas

In a world where people are born with names written on both wrists, where one is their soulmate and one is their worst enemy, Shi Qing Xuan has the same name written on both wrists: He Xuan.

promise me a place by everyearning (noctiphany)

(explicit)

He doesn’t let He Xuan change forms, but he does allow him to wear a mask as they make their way around town. It’s pretty, an ornate black and gold, something Hua Cheng had made specifically for him, and it covers enough of his face that no one in Ghost City would ever realize who it was that Hua Chengzhu was leading around like a dog on a leash as he conducts business.

But Hua Cheng knows.

Dark Sword, White Flower by Skeleluna04

(graphic depictions of violence, major character death)

Xie Lian never left that coffin. Not truly.

He didn't.

He never escaped it. He did not continue living outside of it.

And now, he has become a Calamity.

Or: Xl dies in the coffin, becomes a Calamity, and meets Hc right before ascending for the third time. Plot ensues.

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queen-of-the-avengers · 9 months

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Iron Man: Part Two

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader (implicitly)

Word Count: ~2.1k

Warnings: canon violence and angst

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

"Rise and shine, Y/N," Jarvis' voice comes over the loudspeaker. You groan and roll over, shoving your face into your pillow. "It's 7 AM. The weather in Malibus is seventy-two degrees with scattered clouds. The surf conditions are fair with waist-to-shoulder high lines. High tide will be at 10:52 AM."

"Do you have to do this every time?" you huff.

"I'm afraid Mr. Stark insists."

"Yeah, well, Mr. Stark can kiss my ass. Where is he?"

"In the lab. He's requested your presence."

You get out of bed and quickly get dressed. There was something you needed to do today... something you needed to do with Tony. What was it...? A light bulb goes off in your head and you curse out loud.

"Shit. Jarvis, will you call Rhodey and tell him we're on our way? Shit, I forgot."

"Yes, ma'am."

You walk through the house, not stopping in Tony's room to see if Christine is awake. Jarvis won't let her anywhere that she isn't supposed to be which is why you're not worried about leaving her alone. You trek through the main room when you hear the clack of sleek heels on the tile.

"Good morning, Y/N." Pepper enters the room with a tight smile on her face. You have to give it to her. She's been with the company for ten years now, and she doesn't have an easy job to do. "I have your clothes here. They have been pressed and dry cleaned."

"Hi, Pepper. Those aren't mine. I wasn't here last night. They're for the woman in his bedroom."

"I see."

"Listen, I want to tell you how much I appreciate you and what you do for Tony. You do more than what's needed of you."

"Thank you," she smiles.

Tony's lab is located downstairs in the basement that is blocked off by a door that needs a code. Only you, Happy, Tony, and Pepper have a code to get through. This is where Tony works on his creations and does most of his thinking. Tony is playing hard rock music that you can hear even with the door closed. After punching in your code, you enter the lab space.

"Do you really have to wake me up at seven in the morning?"

"Don't look at me. That was Jarvis."

"Who created Jarvis?" you joke. "He said you needed me down here. What's going on?"

"Would you believe me if I said I got lonely?"

"Tony, I'd have believed you if you said you wanted me to get you a coffee from the cart across the room."

"Would you?"

"What are you working on?" you chuckle. One of his dad's old but pristine cars is in front of him with the motor out. Based on what you see on the screen, you believe he's building a new motor for it. "A new motor?"

"The old one crapped out."

Pepper walks down the stairs and enters the code to the same door you entered through. She is on the phone with someone and as soon as she enters, the music turns down.

"Please don't turn down my music."

"I'll keep you posted." She hangs up. "You two are supposed to be halfway around the world right now."

"Yes, that's why I came down here. You told Rhodey you'd be there hours ago."

"Why are you trying to hustle me out of here?"

"Your flight was scheduled to leave an hour and a half ago."

"That's funny, I thought with it being my plane and all that it would just wait for me to get there."

"Tony, I need to speak to you about a couple of things before I get you out of the door," she sighs and looks at the paperwork in her hands.

"Doesn't it kind of defeat the whole purpose of having your own plane if it departs before you arrive?"

"Larry called. He's got another buyer for the Jackson Pollock in the wings. Do you want it? Yes or no."

"Is it a good representation of his spring period?"

"No. The Springs was actually the neighborhood in East Hampton where he lived and worked, not 'spring' like the season. I think it's a fair example. I think it's incredibly overpriced."

"I need it. Buy it. Store it," he declares.

Both you and Pepper can't help but smile at his attitude. Tony is not like anyone you've ever met.

"I need you to sign this before you get on the plane," she says and opens the file in her hands.

"What are you trying to get rid of me for? What, you got plans?"

"As a matter of fact, I do."

"I don't like it when you have plans," he flirts.

Tony is a natural-born flirt and Pepper is the perfect person to direct that energy to. She's been with him long enough o know the kind of person he is and she hasn't left him... yet.

"I'm allowed to have plans on my birthday."

"It's your birthday?" you ask with a quiet gasp.

"Yes."

"I knew that. Already?" Tony asks.

"Yeah. Isn't that strange? It's the same day as last year," she flirts back.

She looks over at you, clears her throat, and becomes stoic again. It's as if she knows you're watching her and doesn't want to get in trouble. Why? Tony is free for the taking.

"Get yourself something nice for me."

"I already did," she smirks.

"And?"

"Oh, it was very nice. Very tasteful. Thank you, Mr. Stark."

"You're welcome, Miss. Potts."

"Okay, if you're done flirting with each other, we got a plane to catch," you interrupt.

"Yeah. Let's go."

Whenever Tony drives one of his own cars, it's never for the scenic route. Tony loves speed and often proves to you and Happy just how fast he can go without killing anyone. Happy is being you trying to catch up with the speed Tony is going at and even lost him a couple of times. Rhodey is definitely going to give you shit when you arrive which you are prepared for. Toyn races into the airport and screeches to a halt with Happy right behind him.

"You're good. I thought I lost you back there," Tony laughs as he gets out.

"You did, sir. I had to cut across Mulholland," Happy replies and gets the bags from the trunk.

Rhodey is standing right outside the open door of the plan with a deep frown on his face. Shit, you're really in for it now.

"What's wrong with you?" Rhodey snaps.

"What?"

"Three hours."

"I got caught doing a piece for Vanity Fair," Tony lies.

"For three hours? For three hours, you got me standing here," he glares.

"I'm waiting on you now. Let's go. Come on."

Tony smiles and walks onto the plane, Happy is right behind him with the bags, and you turn to Rhodey with an apologetic look on your face.

"I'm so sorry, Rhodey. I woke up late and--"

"Don't worry about it. We're late."

You and Rhodey walk into the plane as the pilot prepares for take-off. It's only until you are at cruising altitude that you're able to move around and relax a bit more without seatbelts. The flight attendant on board gets drinks and food ready for you three, and Rhodey takes out a newspaper to read.

"What are you reading, platypus?" Tony asks but Rhodey deflects his question. "Come on, sour patch. Don't be mad."

"I told you, I'm not mad. I'm indifferent, okay?"

"I said we were sorry," you pout.

Being with Tony for twenty years has changed you as a person. You're not like who you were in the 40s. Bucky and Steve kept you honest, loyal, and sane. While some of that is still true today, you're more lenient with things and more spontaneous because of Tony. He taught you that you can allow yourself to let go and enjoy the moment instead of worrying about the future like Steve often did.

"You don't need to apologize to me. I'm just indifferent right now. You don't respect yourself so I know you don't respect me."

The flight attendant comes by with three hot towels which everyone accepts. She grabs three plates of sashimi and puts them in front of you, Tony, and Rhodey.

"I respect you."

"I'm just your babysitter. So, when you need your diaper changed let me know and I'll get you a bottle, okay?"

"Hey! Heat up the sake, will you?" Tony asks the only flight attendant on board. "Thanks for reminding me."

"We're not drinking. We're working right now," Rhodes frowns.

"You can't have sashimi without sake."

"You are constitutionally incapable of being responsible."

"It would be irresponsible not to drink. I'm just talking about a nightcap," Tony shrugs.

"Come on, Rhodey. Just one drink. You need to unwind and let your feathers ruffle," you grin.

You and Tony accept the alcoholic drink from the flight attendant, and Rhodey hesitantly accepts his. However, after the first sip, he starts to calm down. Before you know it, he's as loose as a goose. They both moved the party to the couch, Tony turns on some music and allowed the lights to change different colors as if you were at the club.

"When I get up in the morning and I'm putting on my uniform, do you know what I recognize? I see in that mirror that every person that's got this uniform on got my back!" Rhodey grins.

"Hey, you know what? I'm not like you. I'm not cut out--"

"No, no. You don't have to be like me! You're more than what you are!" Rhodey cuts him off.

A metal pole rises from the middle of the room and the flight attendant comes out to dance. Well if you can't beat them, join them. You down the rest of your drink and get up to dance with the lady. Tony watches with a grin but tries to pay attention to what Rhodey is saying.

"Can you excuse me if I'm a bit distracted here?"

"No! You can't be distracted right now! Listen to me!"

The rest of the flight is spent dancing, singing along to the music, drinking, and having a good time. Though, Rhodey calmed down right before he got off the plane at the Bagram Air Base in Afghanistan. The General and a handful of soldiers are waiting for you at the end of the line.

"General," Tony says and shakes his hand.

"Welcome Mr. Stark and Ms. Y/L/N. We look forward to your weapons presentation."

"Thank you," you smile and shake his hand.

To test something as big as the missile Tony and his team created, it needs to be tested in the appropriate field that the Army uses for things like this. It's quite a far distance from the base but you don't mind the extra drive. Everyone who wasn't busy attended this weapons demonstration because they were curious as to what Tony is capable of. Once you arrive, Tony stands in front of everyone with his back turned to the mountain behind him.

"Is it better to be feared or respected? Is it too much to ask for both? With that in mind, I humbly present the crown jewel of Stark Industries' Freedom Line. It's the first missile system to incorporate our proprietary repulsor technology. They say the best weapon is one you never have to fire. I respectfully disagree. I prefer the weapon you only have to fire once. That's how Dad did it, and that's how America does it." He gestures to the person in charge to launch the weapons. The rocket launches into the air and breaks apart to allow tons of tiny bombs to fly from the middle of it to maximize damage. "If you find an excuse to let one of these off the chain, I personally guarantee you the bad guys won't even want to come out of their caves. For your consideration, the Jericho."

Just as he finishes speaking, the bombs hit the mountains and explode rock and debris to the fullest. A gust of wind shoots toward the group from the explosion, and you subtly use your aerokinesis to advert the wind to stay away from you. Everyone is impressed with the weapon for sale, and they break into small groups to talk about it. Obadiah must be watching the time because he calls Tony to ask how it went. You're about to go after him when Rhodey gently grabs your arm.

"Hey, what's up?" you ask.

"I don't mean disrespect at all, but why are you here? Like, here? I know you've been a big part of Tony's life but you didn't help design these."

"Actually, I was. I just don't like the attention. I'll save that one for Tony. Plus, I couldn't let him come alone, and the General was more than okay with me coming. I don't see a problem here."

Like hell, you're gonna tell him you're an alien with powers. He'd have the entire Army on your ass in seconds. You leave his side and join Tony inside one of the military vehicles that will take you back to base.

"Wait, Tony!"

"Sorry, Rhodey, this is the fun car. The boring one is right behind us."

Rhodey resists an eye roll because he's actually kind of proud of Tony.

"Nice job back there."

"See you back on base."