#sorry- I need good timing AND good aim AND you're gonna hurt my hands with all the fast clicking?

[butnobodycame627]

want to do everything in papa's freezeria. already got every achievement ages ago but I want every character to be gold star and every gold medal in mini games and everything I want everything forever grrrr raaaaarrr

[wayfayrr]

I just remembered how sometimes I yell at Link when he does something that annoys me, like if I’m trying to walk across a really skinny plank but he accidentally walks off/falls off, or when I’m trying to run from an enemy but he starts climbing a tree instead. I’ll just be like “Link no! Get off the stupid tree omg ur gonna die!” Or “Link! Stop falling off the platform! I just wanna get to the top already!” Would he be mad at me for yelling at him? Sad? …..?

Then there’s an unrelated issue that isn’t his fault that my controller sometimes drifts, so he’s walked off cliffs before bc it was drifting slightly forward and I didn’t notice. The most annoying one on my controller is when the motion control stops working and I’m trying to aim my bow and arrow but it freezes so I have to quickly manually flick the analog stick so it works again but by then I might’ve already gotten hit. Is he mad at me for these problems?

Oooooooh! Then there’s the whole having to scroll thru the whole menu options when u wanna attach something to ur arrow. Ugh that takes forever! Like I wanted a bomb flower but now I want a keese eyeball and that’s all the way at the other end of the menu! Is he frustrated w that? (Ik technically it’s “paused” when I do that but let’s say he’s still conscious when I’m doing that it’s just everything around him is frozen in time. So like he’s just crouching there waiting for me to finally attach an eyeball lol).

Or what about the sages?? I love them all so much but trying to find them (and the right one when u have all of them) and activate their ability is sometimes annoying. I’ll want Sidon’s shield for a second but instead Tulin does his gust. Or when I’m just trying to pick something up he’ll blow it away lol. What does Tears think of that?

Sorry this got so long. I understand I had like 4 ideas in this ask, they all just came into my mind at once lol.

I think he'd get a bit upset over you yelling at him, he gets that you're worried that he'll get hurt but it's not always his fault? sometimes sure but it's just starting to hurt his feelings more than anything. when you're playing he's just a puppet in your hands and as much as he loves you he's still 'a person'. if you struggle to even put him anywhere near that position soon then well, it's not like you can yell at him again for it right? he doesn't want to upset you after all.

I don't think that he'd ever blame you for console defects like that, hell he could even be behind a good number of them, it's not your fault the game is buggy. The only time he could ever be bothered by it is is you close out of the game because its so buggy, if the game is getting to the point where it's bordering on unplayable he still can't blame you but it'll get under his skin so much more. is he not good enough for you? is his game not good enough for you to work through the glitches? don't be surprised if you can't exit the game or turn off your switch for a bit :3 surely nothing has gotten corrupted or broken beyond repair right? No he hasn't sabotaged it himself, how could he - why would he?

The menu is honestly pretty sucky at times for throwing items and sticking them to your arrows, besides from reshuffling it to get what you need to be closer to where you start scrolling from. I think tears is most likely to get irritated at the games own design for that, because it'd be so much easier for him to just grab what you needed from his pad to fuse it onto one of his arrows but he just can't, he's stuck having to abide by the rules of the game, watching you struggle with the admittedly awful UI Nintendo cursed him with. If he wasn't so stressed about you resetting him - or worse reporting your 'faulty' copy of the game. he'd take his own steps to make it better for you - maybe he'll even do it earlier if you carry on struggling like this. He just needs to get more confident about it <3

the sages probably mess with him so much, he wants you ALONE and now he's constantly got these guys running around him?? he's gotta interact with them to try and get his abilities (lwk this could make him more jealous of wild who gets to have you one on one all of the time) And most of the sages abilities are optional anyway so I mean, maybe you won't notice if he simply disables them right? he won't delete them outright so if you miss them you can use them but if you don't reactivate them? maybe he could.... so then it'll be just you and him, just link.

[missvelvetsstuff]

The Situation Room

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: After a mission almost gone wrong, Tony brings back Bucky's former assistant, who is also Bucky's ex. Can they work together without hurting each other? Will the whole truth about their break up finally come out?

Avengers AU where Thanos never happened.

Notes: Angel is the team's nickname for their assistants, not just Bucky and Radar.

As always I've tried to keep reader generic but she is female and above average height.

Chapter 3

Warnings: swearing, marijuana use, angst

When they landed Radar stalked off the jet, with a slight hitch on her left side, to find Steve. Friday directed her to the common room, Bucky was not far behind her.

When she saw Steve, watching some war movie, Radar stood in his way.

"I need a moment of your time, Rogers."

Steve looked up at her in surprise "Oh hey Radar, I didn't know you guys were back."

She glared at him "Yeah, we're back. Your little friend threw one of his fucking knives at me today and cut me. Would you please tell him to stop trying to kill me."

Bucky scoffed "Kill you? Seriously? Don't be so melodramatic. I nicked you, it barely bled."

She got up in Bucky's face, at just under 6 feet and with boots on she was almost eye level, and poked him in the chest

"I know you have good enough aim that you could have gotten him without hitting me at all. Don't pull that shit again Barnes."

Radar tried to pivot and walk away but her back was still angry from that asshole in the quinjet jerking her around and decided it was the perfect time to seize up. She cried out in pain as she almost hit the floor but was caught by a pair of strong arms. Once the pain passed, she realized whose arms were holding her up and tried to push him away from her.

"Get off of me!"

Bucky chuckled dryly "Jesus doll, I'm trying to help and you're gonna make your back even worse. Just calm down."

Radar was even more mad that he was right, he had seen her go through it too many times while they were together. But his skin felt like it burned her. His warmth, his scent, she couldn't stand it. "I'm not your fucking doll, Barnes. Now let me go. I'd rather crawl over broken glass than accept help from you."

Steve chuckled nervously "Here, I'll help you to medical, Radar."

She shook her head "I don't need to go to medical. I have ice, heating pad, a tens unit, mineral ice and pain meds. Everything I could need. All in my room." She carefully straightened up and took a couple of tentative steps "I'll be fine on my own. I'll have Friday help with my report." She walked away very slowly and carefully with her left hand on the wall, while favoring her left side more heavily than when she came in.

Bucky looked at Steve and shook his head "She's just as stubborn as ever."

Steve looked at him with his dad face

"We both know she's right. You didn't have to cut her."

"Seriously punk? He had her head right in front of his and his trigger finger was twitchy. Couldn't wait for a better shot."

Steve rolled his eyes "No one here is gonna buy your bullshit, jerk. Try not to antagonize her too much."

Bucky shrugged with a 'who me?' look on his face and headed towards his room to shower before going back to the common room to meet his date.

Radar was in the kitchen in shorts and a tank top, making herself a smoothie when a gorgeous blonde woman, dressed for clubbing walked in "Excuse me miss, can you tell me where to find Sargent Barnes?"

Radar looked at her and shrugged "Sorry, no."

Bucky hurried up and kissed the blonde on the cheek "Hey there sweets. Hope you weren't waiting long."

The blonde smiled "No, I just got here and was asking, I'm sorry I didn't get her name."

Bucky laughed "Don't worry, she's just support staff. No one important." And led the blonde away.

Radar refused to watch them leave, refused to let her face show anything as she forgot about her smoothie and went back to her room. She ran a hot shower so the running water would cover the sound of her sobs.

Over the next 2 months life settled into a regular pattern...missions, reports, scheduling, interviews and Bucky's women of the week.

Bucky's life was much more organized with Radar handling all of his work needs. His gear was always clean and ready to go, his reports were complete, legible and on time, his schedule was organized so that he wasn't missing appointments or interviews. Best of all his public approval was through the roof, almost equal to Sam.

Radar only went along with a couple more missions but handled most from her laptop in the compound situation room. She spent her spare time in the common room or her own room. Plus 3 days a week she had 2 hours in the gym with physical therapy and exercises to strengthen her back.

Bucky used the free time that Radars assistance cleared up for him to add more women to his roster. There was almost always some scantily clad woman waiting for him at the end of each work day and when he returned from missions.

Bucky would never admit it but he was still trying to get a rise out of Radar and her refusal to cooperate frustrated him.

When one of his dates tried to talk to her, she always shrugged and said she didn't know where he was. If she said anything at all.

Radar had already started looking for her replacement and one of the candidates came in at the same time as Bucky's date for that nite.

Radar shrugged at the woman and walked past her to greet the man before leading him towards her office.

Bucky kissed his date on the cheek as he watched Radar walk away with a strange man in a suit. He looked at Sam with a raised eyebrow, to which Sam only shrugged and chuckled.

While on his date, Bucky couldn't get Radar and that guy out of his mind. He wondered what they were doing and why all of a sudden she had men coming to see her. He was jolted from his thoughts when his date tapped his shoulder and he focused on her.

"Are you ok Bucky? You seem a million miles away and I didn't come out to watch you daydream. It was about that bitch at your compound, wasn't it? I saw how you stared at her when she walked away with that guy in the suit. Why ask me out if you want to be with her?"

Bucky snapped, raising his voice "Don't call her a bitch"

She pulled back "Why are you yelling at me?" She whined "Maybe you should take me home and go be with her."

Bucky shook his head "What? No, no sweets, she's just my assistant, no one important."

It made his heart hurt to say that but he didn't know what else to say to salvage the date.

"I'm right here with you. So tell me about that photo shoot."

He worked very hard to push any thoughts of Radar out but hearing Ashley drone on about some beach shoot was boring him to sleep.

After the interview Radar went to meet with Nat and Wanda for a girls movie night. Once they settled into Wandas bed, they started arguing over what movie to watch.

Radar sighed "I hate some of these romcoms you guys watch. Why not some good sci-fi?"

Wanda gasped "Sci-fi? On girls night? No, I want romance."

Radar rolled her eyes "Fine, I'll just get high first so it'll be entertaining."

Nat nodded "Now a good idea is a good idea." Her phone dinged "Pizza dude's here!"

As they started eating Nat spoke with a full mouth "So how was the interview? Is he the one?"

Radar laughed "Ohmigawd, Nat. He was so, ugh, full of himself. His and Barnes heads wouldn't both fit in one room together. Kept calling me 'little lady' like he thought it was charming." She shrugged

"He was the first and it might take a bit to find a good one, then-"

Wanda shook her head "Bucky has the perfect Angel right now and you're getting along with each other. Why can't you stay?"

Radar looked at her hands sadly "And watch Barnes fuck his way thru the Northeast? I don't think I'm up for that. We're getting along because we don't speak to each other unless it's work related. That won't last if I stay."

"Radar, you know he still loves you." Wanda insisted.

Radar looked at her "I don't know any such thing. Have you seen the women he's been meeting with? They are all beautiful, slim, sexy and look like they stepped off of a runway. I don't look anything like that so obviously I'm not his type. Plus he's parading them around in front of me, made sure to tell a couple of them in hearing range, that I'm no one important. Making sure I know what I mean to him. Nothing. I'll find the right person for the job." She sighed

"Just put the movie on, I don't want to talk about this."

She hit her vape and passed it to Nat.

Nat took her hit and passed it to Wanda before speaking "We should go shopping tomorrow. The 4th is coming up and Tony will always love embarrassing Steve with over the top celebrations. He has something planned for sure."

They agreed on shopping plans, then sat back to watch the movie Wanda picked, chatting about how unrealistic the plot was and how the leads had no chemistry.

The next morning Radar and Wanda made french toast for the team and while everyone was eating Tony wandered in to get some coffee, still in yesterdays clothes.

"What smells so good?" Tony sniffed the air.

"French toast, bacon. You want some?" Radar answered.

Tony nodded and she put 2 pieces of toast on a plate with some bacon and handed it to him.

Tony sat at the table and after he had eaten a few bites of food, cleared his throat and when everyone was looking his way spoke up

"I was just thinking that it's been so nice the past couple of months, no lost or dirty gear, reports all in and on time. No flubbed missions. Interviews and meetings all handled. It's almost like we have an Angel keeping her eyes on us."

He smirked at Bucky who rolled his eyes "Besides all that, Rogers birthday is coming up so I actually already planned a party. On the 4th. We'll have a picnic with bbq, fireworks, pony rides, water slides, stupid carnival rides and games. The whole shebang."

He finished eating, nodded and stood up to wander back to his lab, mumbling.

When she woke up on the 4th, Radar drank coffee while watching the activity from her balcony. Workers setting up all of the activities and a row of carnival games, some rides, a covered, netted area with picnic tables. The glass walls for the pool room opened up to the lawn and a bandstand was built for the live band Tony hired. Red, white and blue streamers & bunting hung from every thing that didn't move.

The Guardians were there, the Marvels showed and even a few X-Men.

Thor and Loki came from New Asgard to join in the celebration, arriving after sunset, shortly before the fireworks were scheduled to start.

When they saw her, Radar was swept up in a hug from Thor while Loki waited to plant a kiss on the back of her hand before dragging her off to a wooded area.

"Loki! Where are we going? We're gonna miss the fireworks!"

Loki grinned "Trust me, love. I have something I thought you might like and it will make the little light show Stark has planned even better. I recalled you mentioned your fondness for the Cannabis plant when I saw that our ambrosia plants were being harvested."

He pulled a small bag out of the air and grinned at her

"Like our mead, this is stronger than what you're accustomed to so be careful."

Radar laughed and Bucky could hear it from where he was standing after watching her walk into the woods with Loki. He was ready to break something, thinking of her and Loki alone in the woods, when he smelled something sweet but musky and realized what they were doing. She always told him that real stoners share so he wandered to where they were and cleared his throat.

Radar was blowing out her first hit and jumped when she heard Bucky, choked and coughed then held the joint out to him, giggling.

Bucky smirked and took a deep hit, believing he would be fine because he tried reefer with her a couple of times and it never affected him. He passed the joint to Loki and it went around a couple more times before Loki put it away.

Radar was laughing at some magic trick Loki was trying to do but he kept laughing himself and forgetting the next step for his trick before giving up and sitting heavily onto a lounge chair next to her. "I'm sorry, love, but your laughter is distracting." He leaned into her like he was going to-.

Bucky pushed him aside and laughed when Loki fell over, making Loki and Radar laugh too. They calmed down and walked over to the seating area to watch the show when an alarm started blaring and all the lights turned red.

Bucky grabbed Radar "Go get my kit and meet me by the pool. Hurry!"

Radar went around the carnival area to a hidden entrance into the main building, watching as the wave of Hydra agents went through fighting Avengers and destroying everything in their path. She zoned out watching the fighting like a great action movie before remembering what she was supposed to be doing and shook it off.

She hurried to the armory, grabbed his kit and almost ran into Bucky by the pool where he had set up a sort of foxhole, with furniture and sandbags, and was barking orders to the Avengers he had been able to round up. Wanda, Vision, Bruce, Scott, Hope and Cassie.

They started picking up the kids and family members of the Avengers agents to take them to a bunker that Howard Stark had built during the cold war.

Radar and Bucky stayed in the foxhole. Bucky was shooting Hydra agents while Radar had his kit open and handed ammo and/or new guns as he depleted what he had.

It took a couple of hours but the Avengers finally prevailed with the help of the rest of the X-Men and the Fantastic Four. All the Hydra agents were loaded up into prison busses and taken to a SHIELD/SWORD holding area while the govt figured out what made them decide to mount a full attack on the Avengers compound.

Once they were cleared, the bunker was opened so the families could come back out and be escorted home to ensure everyone was safe.

Radar was helping Bucky pack his weapons up when he grinned at her, still feeling pretty lit. "Good job, Doll. We make a good team."

Radar was also still buzzed from Loki's weed so instead of bitching at him she just smiled and gave him a thumbs up.

Nat and Wanda came over to make sure Radar was ok, thanked Bucky for keeping her safe and all three ladies walked back towards the building, ready to crash.

Bucky stood and watched Radar walk away with a goofy grin on his face. Once she was out of sight he remembered something important that he should have told her, so picked up his phone and dialed her number. It rang 4 times and went to voicemail

"Hey Doll, it's your Bucky. I'm not just saying this because I'm high but you were perfect tonight. Having you by my side feels like coming home. You know I never stopped loving you."

Bucky heard a beep and dropped his phone back into his pocket.

In a communications room in a building in Manhatten, listening to his message the agent smiled, looking at their partner

"Did you hear that? He still loves her. The Winter Soldier has a weak spot. We need to get this news to the boss."

"What about the message?"

"Just delete it."

@unaxv @calwitch @buckitostan @cjand10

Chapter 4

[paladin-heart5]

Flaming Arrow

Leon Kennedy x reader

Summary; you get injured and Leon helps you. Confession of feelings follow.

CW: light blood, Leon a lil jealous guy, comfort, sorry if it's bad

Word count: 882

“So you're saying you're.. available?” Luis asked as he wrapped an arm around your waist. You blush at this, surprised by the touch. What a charmer he is, but not your type. Your partner, he's your type. Leon has a heart of gold, but he's forced to hide it away most of the time. Sure, Luis is handsome. Leon though, he's a god you'd worship daily. 

You hear Leon clear his throat as he approaches, you quickly step out of Luis’ grip. “No, Luis. That's not what I'm saying.” You speak with a more stern tone. You then glance back at Leon, a red tint still noticeable in your cheeks. Letting a breath out, you quickly go check on Ashley. Leon glares at Luis. 

“Making moves on my partner?” He questions with a hint of jealousy, making Luis raise his hands in defense.

“Right, I should know better than to mess with Sancho's lady.” Luis smirks, hoping to get a rise out of him. He knows you and Leon have tension, he just wants to finally get you both to confess.

“She's not my ‘lady,’ she's capable of handling herself.” Leon states, looking over to see you and Ashley talking. You're smiling. It feels like forever since he's seen that beautiful smile. Training really did a number on the both of you. You still did your best to be the more positive one of the pair. Luis raises a brow as he watches how Leon looks at you. If only he could admit how smitten he is.

“Of course, she's a strong, beautiful woman. She's probably pretty hard on herself too, can't let that tough skin fall apart. But hey, you know her better than I do.” Luis hums before catching up with the girls. Leon stands there, eyes wide for a moment. Sure you're the type to ramble after a hard day at work. And you both only get to hang out so much at a time. Do you feel like you can confide in him? Is it because he doesn't open up much? The questions swirl in his mind for a moment before he hears Ashley scream. 

A group of Ganados approach all of you. You take the initiative by keeping Ashley behind you and shooting at each of them. Luis helps out and Leon quickly goes to help. You look up to see a flaming crossbow aimed at you. You push Ashley out of the way before feeling a sharp, burning pain in your shoulder. A cry escapes you.

“Y/n!” Ashley screams, Leon turns and sees this. He furrows his brows and shoots at the crossbow shooter. They finish them off and Leon rushes to your side. You hold your shoulder in pain, the fire seems to avoid a bunch of bleeding, but you're definitely hurting.

“Y/n, hey. It's gonna be okay.” Leon says carefully helping you up. He wraps your good arm around his shoulder before taking you into a cabin. Ashley follows the two of you, with Luis right behind her. You groan, breathing heavily through your teeth.

“I got you, don't look at it.” Leon says softly, sitting you down against the wall. He takes out the first aid spray. 

“I'll get the arrow out, sancho. You're gonna need to keep her quiet.” Luis steps in and grabs the can. Leon furrows his brows before nodding. He carefully holds your back to his chest and covers your mouth. 

“It's gonna be okay, I'm here.” He whispers in your ear, you nod and do your best to relax. Luis looks at the two of you. “Ready?” Leon nods his head to go for it. Luis quickly yanks the arrow out, causing you to scream into Leon's hand. Ashley covers her mouth in fear and worry. Luis sprays the wound as fast as he can while you cry. Leon frowns and holds you close, rocking you gently.

“I'm sorry, I know it hurts.” He kisses your head. You whimper as he slowly takes his hand away. Luis wraps up your wound and frowns, he stands and takes Ashley into another room.

“That..sucked.” You breathe heavily, tears still falling down your cheeks. Leon moves some strands from your face and wipes your tears.

“I should've protected you.” He says quietly, you frown and lean into his chest.

“There wasn't much you could do. Besides, you protect me more than yourself. I can't have you risking your life for me.” You explain. Leon tilts his head.

“It's part of the job, Y/n. You know that.”

“Yes, but you matter too much for me to just let you throw yourself in harm's way.” You admit, kissing his jaw. You need to finally say something, scared or not, he needs to know how you feel.

“I love you too much.” You whisper. Leon's eyes widen in surprise as he looks down at you. You smile once again, even after all the pain you just endured. He can't help but smile back.

“You wait until now to tell me that? I need to step up my game. When we get out of here, dinner is on me.” He chuckles, making you scrunch your nose.

“You owe me more than that, Kennedy.” 

“Well then, whatever you want, consider it yours.” 

We be needing more Leon Kennedy comfort🤌🏼 once again sorry if this story is a lil blah love y'all goodnight

[bullet-prooflove]

Country Stylez Prompt List

Please check the updated character list on my pinned post to see who I am writing for before submitting a prompt!

Also read the rules and do not forget to put the entire prompt into your ask!

You think I’d cheat on you? That I’d just throw everything away like that?

Make you grip the sheets with your fingertips

Oh, but that black dress makes it hard to breathe

Sun on your skin, 6 am And I been watchin' you sleep

And it's hard to resist, alright, just one kiss

Well, I finally get it now, when they say you know you know

I sleep a little deeper when you're next to me

And honey, I'm so afraid you're gonna wake up and say That you should probably leave

The way that you dance when you get kinda tipsy

I love the twilight in the morning 'fore the day wakes up

Babe, I don't wanna talk right now

Baby, that red dress brings me to my knees

Cause I know you and you know me And we both know where this is gonna lead

Watching you watch the sun going down

And I love a slow down in a beach town with an ocean view

Go slow, touch me like you do

And I know that I can't ever tell you enough That all I need in this life is your crazy love

And it's gettin' kinda hard for me to do the right thing here

But, baby, baby, something's tellin' me this ain't over yet

And I love a six string with the stars out and the campfire glow

Oh, if all I got is your hand in my hand Baby, I could die a happy man

You're my heart and my home

That’s it baby, get rough a little

Then we danced in the dark under September stars in the pourin' rain

But I'm still gon' wake up wantin' you and me

And yeah, girl, you had me from that first hello

"Sit down, I got some bad news that's gonna hurt"

Do not turn your back on me, not again

And I love a first fall Saturday trip down to Baton Rouge

Love, come a little closer now

No way it was our last night I kissed your lips

Stop, I need a little space

I know you packed your shit and slammed the door right before you left

I’ve waited my entire life for someone like you

Stay, a little longer please

It’s a long drive, I can’t ask you to take it with me

That look in your eye, girl, when you catch me staring

I've been down on my luck, my love

You were awfully busy in the bar that night with that slutty blond

But girl, that don't even come close To the way that it feels when you lean in and kiss me

'Cause to tell you the truth, I've been with her myself"

Usually these old neon lights Are pretty good for bad goodbyes

I’m sorry to break this to you but it’s been going on a long time.

And his cheating wife had never left town That's one body that'll never be found

I'm wrapped 'round your finger like this ring I'm wearing

Trying to get over your leaving You're still right here on my mind

You see little sister don't miss when she aims her gun

'Cause the judge in the town's got bloodstains on his hands

[skylarmoon71]

Miguel O Hara (Across the Spider Verse)- Oneshot - Extra 3

Miguel wasn't surprised at how fast word spread of his relationship. He'd given it a week at most before people caught on and ultimately he would have to deal with that series of nuisances.

Surprisingly, it took about a month.

This morning was another display of that.

"Woah, nice (Y/N)." You high fived a fellow spider person as you walked in step with Miguel, sending them a wink.

"You know me, I aim high."

Two more walked by and they laughed, sending you encouraging waves as you accepted it graciously. He wasn't sure how it was possible that he'd become some kind of trophy. When you made it to his little office space, he just sent you an unimpressed look to which you shrugged.

"You're enjoying this a little too much."

"What, I'm just giving the people what they want. Now that you're my hubby I've become somewhat of a legend. Everyone wants to know how I bagged you. It's kind of flattering."

He should have known you would like the attention.

"So what's on the agenda?"

He pulled up a report from another universe.

"I have to go and check out some activity on earth 10. I'll be gone for a few days. I've already assigned you a mission. You should get the updates as soon as Lyla is done putting together the file. When you get to earth 65, be careful. Their technology is a little more advanced. Peter got hurt. He's an idiot most of the time, but he's very careful about steering away from danger. Don't let your guard down."

He looks a bit troubled and you realize that he must have intended to join you, but as it stands, he needs to check into another anomaly that could be just as dangerous to the universe.

"I'll be careful. I promise. If it makes you feel better I'll take Allen with me. " His frown deepens.

"Not Allen."

You tilt your head.

"Why not, he's pretty efficient. Very goal oriented."

"He's a shameless flirt." Miguel grumbles.

Your face scrunches up.

"What does that have to do with....Oh..."

You can't believe it. He's jealous.

He diverts his eyes.

"Nevermind, take Allen. Just make sure he keeps a five feet distance."

You can't stop yourself from smiling. You like that he shows you all these cute sides.

"We're not going to see each other for a while."

It's a little mutter and Miguel looks at you.

"It depends on how serious the problem is. As soon as I know more I'll be giving a briefing."

You giggle shyly, rubbing your arm.

"That's not really what I meant Miguel."

He doesn't truly get what you're trying to say.

"Ugh this is painful, she's gonna miss you dummy!"

Lyla's voice filters through and your blush darkens. She's gone in a blink and Miguel finally takes in the way you're now shifting awkwardly. His gaze becomes a bit soft. Stepping closer, he takes your hand, and you can't help the racing of your pulse when he leaves a kiss on your knuckles.

"I'm gonna miss you too."

How does he manage to go from stoic to sweet so quickly?

It's almost crazy.

"I'll be back before you know it."

He's very good at what he does, so you don't doubt it. He releases your hand, and he leans down. Your eyes close in anticipation as he leaves a soft kiss on your lips. You'll never get tired of this. His hands move to your hips, and you stumble a little when he backs you up. The back of your thigh knocks into a desk and he pulls back with a huff.

"Sorry.."

You shake your head, just as breathless.

"It's okay.." You assure softly.

You part to get a glimpse of his face and you're stunned at the red that is now prominent in his eyes.

It makes you a bit weak.

You aren't sure you'll survive more than a day without this maddening man.

~

The following week feels a bit bland. Miguel is busy on earth 10, scouting out the issues. You've long completed your assignment. The day you'd done so, you raced to tell Miguel, but he wasn't back.

Just Peter.

Yet you pressed on.

Peter was actually doing a pretty good job. Although you really wanted to see Miguel. He's been giving updates on his progress. Apparently there were a lot more anomalies than expected. Not that you're surprised.

It's too unpredictable.

"I've gotten a bit more help out here, we're going to stay for another week to ensure everything has balanced out. Jessica will be alternating with you Peter."

You knew the video call was just a way to make sure that Peter wasn't messing everything up.

"Is that a burger on my desk?"

Miguel looks displeased, and Peter laughs awkwardly.

"What, of course not! I would never defile your area like that."

You can't help but smile.

"I'll make sure he cleans up, don't worry boss."

You salute, and Miguel sighs as Peter moves over to the desk to grab a bottle for Mayday. You're lucky Miguel isn't able to see the rest of his space. The amount of stuffed animals was pretty hilarious.

"Hurry up and come back, I think the others are starting to miss your glaring angry face."

"I miss it."

That's what you'd like to say, but you don't want to seem nagging or clingy.

'"I think they'll survive." He responds.

You wear a little smile, and Miguel takes in the way it seems almost sad.

"(Y/N) are you-"

"MIGUEL THERE'S ANOTHER ONE!!"

The familiar yell of one of your fellow spidermen catches your attention, and you wave him off.

"Go and save the world, we'll be here."

Miguel hesitates, just for a moment, then nods.

He grabs his mask, sending one last look at the screen before he shuts it off.

You let out the soft breath, glancing over at Peter who's feeding a very content Mayday her bottle.

The days that follow feel a bit slow.

You haven't been given an assignment today, so you do your best to focus on your job. After you're done with paperwork, you retire to your home. It feels like the day has been dragging on. You just go through the motions. Dinner, a bath, and then bed. Laying there, you stare up at the wall. It's weird, the city seems so quiet. You should be happy that no supervillain is causing havoc. It just feels slow..or possibly just empty.

Your watch on the nightstand vibrates, and you turn a bit sleepily. You don't really register who it is, you just click the button.

"Spiderwoman speaking."

"(Y/N)."

You shoot upright.

"M-Miguel!"

"Did I wake you up?"

You shake your head, not that he can really see.

"N-No, I'm wide awake."

"That's good. I was just checking in cariño."

You appreciate that more than he knows. Miguel is busy, so the fact that he's taken the time to frequently assure that you're okay is sweet.

"When are you getting back? Peter's becoming a handful."

Another joke to play off your loneliness.

"I should be back very soon. I hope you've been careful. Jessica told me about the truck situation."

"In my defense that guy was driving really fast."

Even spider sense could only do so much, especially when it came to narrowly avoiding getting smacked by a truck.

"You're too careless."

"Hey, if anything I'm the most careful arachnid hero out here."

"I find that hard to believe."

You smile at the sound of his voice, playing with your bed sheets. This is nice, you've missed the banter.

"I miss you Miguel."

It's just above a whisper.

There's a bit of silence on the other side, and you grip the band of your watch. Maybe you should have kept that to yourself.

"How much."

You don't expect the response.

Swallowing, you fidget.

"How much do you miss me?"

He urges.

"So much..I wish you were here right now. I've been trying to pretend that it's fine but all I can think about is you. I-I've never had it this bad before."

He lets out a soft appreciative hum.

"I was going to wait until tomorrow. But I guess I have no choice."

His words confuse you. That is until you hear the shuffling on his side, there's a distinct sound of the portal opening. You don't think much of it, but when you hear that familiar whirring sound, and you see the spark of colors that now light up your once dark bedroom, you slowly drop the watch. Migulel walks right through, decked down in his spider suit.

The portal closes shortly after.

"We've neutralized the anomalies. The intention was to report back in tomorrow but I-"

You crash into his body and he takes a step back at the collision. You're holding on so tight. Miguel is still for a moment, but then he looks down, and his expression softens. Now he understands.

"Were you lonely cariño?"

You nod, pulling back just enough to see his face.

You've always been somewhat alone, so you've never had anyone to truly miss. When you joined the organization, life for you had gotten a little less lonely. You had comrades, friends.

Yet, this is the first time that you've had someone just for you and it's then that you finally realize what that means.

"So lonely.."

You admit.

Miguel leans down claiming your lips and you accept it greedily, letting out a sigh of relief. He smiles against your lips, sliding his hand into your hair. He understands how you feel, because he's been dealing with the same. It's easier to hide those things when he's trained himself to be strong. He's starting to realize that around you, he doesn't have to keep up that front. He parts.

"I was lonely too."

His confession makes your eyes water, and you hug him again, gripping at his suit. 

[pavlovianfuckery]

this is where i'd put my frankenstein joke IF I HAD ONE

MASTERLIST

if he wasn't so much fun we would not be having this problem, but alas he's just an all around delight, so ig i'm welcome and you're sorry

linky for the ao3-ly inclined: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56915101

3.6k of e-stim stuff and banter under the cut, you all know the drill, minors fuck all the way off etc etc

You can hear his annoyed grumbling as you round the corner, so rather than walk in as you had originally planned you stay back, watching through a crack in the door. The yellow light of the desk lamp lends a warmth to his skin, making him look almost alive as he rakes a hand through his hair. He makes an annoyed face at the laptop screen and for a minute you think he hasn't noticed you yet.

"Are you just gonna stand there and stare, or...?"

That's as close to an invitation that you're going to get so you step into the office, closing the heavy door behind you.

"Feel like taking a break?" Stepping behind the desk, you run your hands over his tense shoulders. Maybe your little scheme has decent timing, after all.

"It's a very tempting offer, but as you can see," he gestures to the stack of papers, piled high on the corner of the desk, then rubs his hands across his face, "I've kind of got a lot on my plate at the moment, doll. Rain check?"

"You're no fun," you pout. "Can't you come by my place after?" Leaning forward, you whisper in his ear in a sing-song voice, "I'll make it worth your while..." When he hesitates, you press a quick kiss to the nape of his neck, his pale hair tickling the tip of your nose as you pull his scent deep into your lungs. "You won't have to do any of the work, scouts honour."

He pulls away and looks over his shoulder at you, brow raised. "Since when were you ever a scout?"

"Since I was hoping that you'd be my guinea pig for an hour? Two, tops."

"You're not exactly selling it."

"It might be a little kinky..." You waggle your eyebrows at him, "You sure you're not at least a little curious?"

"Well, when you put it like that," he slaps the laptop closed and spins the chair around, grabbing your hips and pulling you closer. "I might be able to spare just an hour, if it's urgent."

"It really is."

⁂

He lets you lead him to the bedroom, and it should be nothing. It's not like you could actually hurt him even if you wanted to, but it almost feels like something approaching trust all the same, gossamer thin though it might be. It makes your heart skip a beat when you reach for his hand, and he doesn't shake it off. ‘It's nothing’, you keep telling yourself. For your sanity if nothing else, it needs to be nothing.

There's something almost endearing about the way he toes off his shoes and folds himself into a tailor sit on top of the covers. He stands out like an ink blot on your bed, all blacks and greys against the worn out coverlet with its faded flowers.

"You look good in my bed, you know." Sitting down next to him, you card your fingers through his hair, nails gently scratching his scalp.

"So, is stroking my ego part of your little experiment, or...?" He leans into your touch with a lopsided grin.

"No, but you can consider it bonus content, if you like."

"What if I've got something else for you to stroke?" He looks up at you through lowered lashes, probably aiming for coquettish but ending up closer to a leer.

"Funny you should say that, actually..."

"And here I thought we were a bit past hand stuff," he frowns, "have I severely overestimated our relationship here, or...?"

"The fucking cheek of you," you swat at his arm playfully and try not to dwell on the word ‘relationship’,"one of these days that mouth is going to get you in trouble."

"That a threat or a promise?" He leans in close and the look on his face is almost serious, making your stomach twist in knots.

"Could be both," you shrug, not meeting his eyes,"Keep teasing me and you might find out. But for now, just stay put." When he opens his mouth to no doubt argue, you put a finger to his lips. "Shut." And he doesn't say anything. What he does is smile and run the tip of his tongue over the pad of your finger in the most lewd way possible, staring you down the entire time. "You're just trying to wriggle out of being my obedient little guinea pig," you reluctantly pull away from his mouth,"aren't you?"

"You neglected to tell me the obedient part." Now it's his turn to pout, though it's not exactly convincing. "So what are you going to do, now that you've lured me here under false pretences?"

"If you can behave for more than seconds at a time, I'll show you." You lean over the side of the bed, feeling around for the storage box that you keep there. The box itself is easy enough to find, but the particular bag you have in mind, not so much.

"Who says I can't behave?" Whatever point he's trying to make goes up in smoke, because the words are barely out of his mouth before you can feel his hands cupping your ass, making you roll your eyes, not that he sees it. Finally managing to grab the bag you were looking for, you pull it up on the bed. You have a sneaking suspicion that he's never done as he's been told in his life, but rather than mentioning that you open the bag, sorting through the contents.

"I see you weren't kidding about turning me into a science experiment," he sniffs, picking the power box up and turning it in his hands. When it doesn't seem to contain any clues, he puts it back down.

"How about a deal?" You plug everything in, checking the connections as you go. "If you don't have a good time, I'll let you have your wicked way with me, however you want."

"That deal would probably work better if I wasn't already doing that on a semi-regular basis," he chuckles, shrugging his jacket off,"but I'll play."

"You're such a good sport, in fact that's one of the many things I like about you."

"Oh, so you like me, do you?" He uncrosses his legs and leans in close,"you like me," he continues in a sing-song voice, eyes flicking to your lips with a self-satisfied smile.

"How could I not? " You slide a finger under the hem of his t-shirt, making the soft fabric ride up, "you're not only good-looking, but so humble, too."

"And you're still into it," he grins and twists a strand of your hair between his fingers and gives it a soft tug, "I can tell."

His thin lips are still curved into a smile when he kisses you, perhaps even a shade softer than you'd been expecting. It makes your heart flutter against your ribcage in a futile little dance that keeps going even after you pull away.

"As much as I enjoy kissing you, that wasn't all I had planned for tonight, actually." You hook your hand in the tight waistband of his jeans and pull, "these are probably going to have to go."

"'Probably'?" The puzzled face he pulls has no right to be adorable, and yet.

"I mean, my plans did involve your cock, so..."

"Did they, now? Guess you better take them off, then."

While the thought of unwrapping him like a gift doesn't lack appeal, it's not exactly practical. The button pops open easily enough and the zipper slides open without a fight too, but that's about it.

"You could give me a hand, you know," grumbling as you get started on peeling the tight denim down.

"You did say this was an 'experiment', right?" He lifts his hips off the bed, apparently the only assistance he can be bothered with."If I interfere too much it might skew the results. Besides, maybe I like watching you struggle. "

"Somehow that doesn't surprise me." You manage to get the jeans down his thighs, but only barely. "You know what?" You throw your hands up in defeat, leaving the thick fabric bunched around his knees. Pulling his boxers down as well, you decide to leave him like that for now. At least he won't be able to run off in case this doesn't work out. "I can work with this, I think."

"Not sure if I should feel insulted or flattered, here." He leans back on his elbows, watching you.

"You could be a bit more cooperative, you know." You stick one of the adhesive pads down on the top of your wrist, making sure that it's secure.

"But making you work for it is much more fun," he pauses, then goes on to add, "for me, anyway."

There are a few places you could stick the second pad, but in the end you settle for about an inch above the base of his cock.

"So..." you settle in next to him, sliding your wired up hand around his length, making sure to get as much contact as possible. He's lovely and smooth in your hand as you stroke him, keeping the touch light. "Let's give this a try, see if it'll do anything."

It's simple to operate the box one-handed, so you turn it on and set it to a constant channel, then slowly start turning up the power. "Let me know when you can feel it." Increasing the power one level at a time, you lean in for a kiss. The way he licks into your mouth is eager, bordering on impatient as he pushes his hardening cock against your hand.

"Try to stay still," you warn, trying not to giggle, "if I slip I might zap you, and I don't think that'd be much fun for either of us."

As it turns out, he actually can do as he's told, because his hips still almost immediately. Not sure how, or even if, this will work since he's not precisely alive, you keep pressing the + button every few seconds.

"That tingles," he gasps and buries his face in the crook of your neck with a breathy little laugh, "what is that?"

"You like it?" For a minute you just hold him, letting him twitch against your buzzing palm.

"Jury's still out, but..." he trails off as you slide your thumb over the tip of his cock, changing the path of the current. While waiting for him to make up his mind, you keep doing it, feeling him get wetter with every swipe. Back and forth, back and forth, not trying to rush.

"That's," he shivers, voice catching, "oh, that's good."

That's a decent result, considering how you weren't sure if it would work at all.

"Good enough that I can try something else?" While this had started out as a go-with-the-flow kind of thing, you had a pretty good idea of what you really wanted to do.

"In a minute, just...don't stop, not yet." It's not exactly begging as he lays next to you, but it'll do. And it's hard to resist when he asks so nicely. Besides, it gives you a bit of time to 'experiment', even if it's just an excuse to get to touch him some more. Sliding your hand over his shaft in a twisting motion seems to work pretty well for a start, because he keeps straining against the bunched up fabric trapping his legs and making encouraging little noises that go straight to your core. Careful not to lose contact completely, you slide just the tips of your fingers over him, the reduced area making the stimulation skyrocket.

"Still good?" When he doesn't respond you let go of him almost completely, leaving just the pad of one finger still touching him, rubbing across his slit. You can almost see the current shooting straight down his cock and if he was alive it might have been pretty uncomfortable, but if his reaction is anything to go by his every nerve-ending is lighting up like a christmas tree. "Hmm?"

"Fuck," he grits out, shivering again."That's intense, you should probably..."He frowns, biting his lip, "yeah, you gotta stop, or I'm..."

Rather than cutting the evening short you turn the power off.

"I'm just going to," you reach over and peel the pad off of him, "get that. You good?"

"Just give me a minute, doll. " For a moment he just lays there, sucking down air he doesn't really need, and then he laughs. "You didn't have to take it off, you know."

"It's fine, I mostly wanted to see if it would even work on you." Removing your own pad, you slide the hand up his shirt, resting it on his chest. You can feel his heart thump-thumping against your palm, maybe even getting close to 20 beats per minute. "I have other plans for you, if you're up for it."

"What kind of plans?" He looks pretty silly like this, pants around his knees and hair standing on end. He doesn't seem to really care, but he finally kicks jeans off, discarding them on the floor.

"Wait and see." You rummage through the bag, gathering up the bits and pieces you're going to need. Not everything you pick up gets his stamp of approval, though.

"Condoms, really?" He huffs and makes a grimace of distaste.

"Give me a chance here, will you? This'll be good, I promise." He doesn't seem convinced but he lets it be, for now. "I need to do a bit of setting up for this, think you can be patient with me for a minute?"

"Are you saying that I'm not usually?" He watches as you snap on a pair of nitrile gloves and get to work on straightening out the cables that keep wanting to tangle, ignoring his blatant fishing. Picking up a partly insulated rubber ring, you give it a little wave in the air.

"Does your generous mood extend to this, or am I pushing my luck here?"

"Obedient guinea pig, remember?" He spreads his legs, offering himself up and nearly making you blush, "knock yourself out." The stretchy ring goes over him fairly easily, but he still gives a little hiss as you slide it over his balls. "Careful with the goods, there."

"I think you'll live." After making sure it's nice and snug, you scoot back to the edge of the bed. "This will be easier if you sit here, actually."

For once he doesn't question you, swinging his bare legs over the edge of the bed.

"Good boy." You kiss the corner of his mouth, then get back to work.

The look on his face as you drop to your knees between his legs is nothing short of indecent.

"Now this, I really like," he drawls,"you look good on your knees."

"Keep the flattery coming and who knows, maybe I'll get on my knees for you more often." The flattery is actually entirely optional, but he doesn't need to know that. The pale skin of his thighs is very tempting, and you can't quite resist the urge to press a few kisses to each side as you set the rest up. The new pad is a bit smaller and slimmer, making it easy to stick it down on top of his cock right behind the head, but when you rip the foil packaging open and get the condom out, he pulls a face again.

"What do you even need that for?" He even has the gall to roll his eyes at you, "It's not like I can knock you up."

"That's true," You nod, get a pair of scissors out and snip the tip of the condom off," but without it, this will be like french kissing a bug zapper, so if it's all the same to you..."

"Alright, I think I get where you're going with this." He lets you roll the offending rubber over him, double checking as you go that everything is connected properly.

"Just a few dabs of this and we should be good to go." Grabbing the bottle of conductive gel you dispense a decent sized blob and apply it under the open part of the ring, making sure there are no dry spots. "Now, let's see..." You turn the box back on and set it to a rolling wave pattern, slowly increasing the power. "I don't want to turn this up too high, so..."

It only takes a few more button presses for his cock to stir, throbbing slightly in time to the ebb and flow of the current.

"Huh," he squirms a bit, fidgeting. "That's different."

"Good different or bad different?" You turn the power up a few more levels and slide your free hand around his cock, giving it a gentle squeeze before cupping his balls, covering the exposed part of the ring with a gloved finger just in case. He watches you with heavy-lidded eyes as you run your lips over his leaking tip. "I want to suck you like this," you bat your eyelashes up at him innocently, enjoying the way his eyes go dark at the words. "Can I?"

"You don't need to ask for permission, you know." His knees spread just a fraction wider, his full attention fixed on your lips.

"You like it when I do, though." It's very distracting to have his cock bobbing right in front of your face like this.

"Guilty as charged."

It's a bit different, giving him head like this. Not that it's usually a chore, far from it, but with the machine doing a lot of the work you're free to just enjoy the way he twitches and throbs between your lips. Gently swirling your tongue over the exposed head has him groaning, tangling a hand in your hair.

You're not delusional enough to think that you might get anything like a 'please' out of him but the noises he's making are almost as good, and with one hand on the controls it's easy to keep him squirming until you decide to stop. Not that that's going to happen anytime soon because he looks delicious like this, knuckles white as he grips the covers and just barely stopping himself from thrusting all the way down your throat. It's a dizzying feeling, being able to reduce him to this desperate thing, his usual tight control slowly crumbling as you bring him closer and closer to the edge. When you slide your tongue against the sensitive underside of his tip and give him a few slow sucks, the sound falling from his slack mouth can only generously be called anything other than a whimper.

"Keep doing that, fuck..." His head falls back, the pale column of his neck almost too lovely as he gives a throaty little laugh, sliding a hand around the back of your head. "Don't stop," he moans, "don't you fucking dare."

His grip is soft enough that you could probably pull away if you wanted, but the point of this isn't to leave him hanging, at least not any more than you already have. Not that he's ever been anything close to shy with you, but when he pulses on your tongue and finally spills it might be the most noise you've ever heard him make, or close to it. The way he floods your mouth has you struggling not to choke and for a few moments you're stuck between turning the power off and having to focus on swallowing fast enough to keep up.

In the end you don't quite manage either, leaving you with come dripping down your chin and him trembling from over-stimulation, his legs nearly snapping together like a steel trap. Then he's pushing you away, back arching off the bed, and for a minute you consider leaving the machine on for just a little while longer. But ultimately you decide against it and cut the power, leaving him splayed out on the covers. Removing everything is a delicate affair as he shivers under your touch, but too sated to move yet.

Watching him come down you try to clean yourself up a bit, and you think that there is possibly something to be said about self respect, or perhaps your apparent lack of it. You had known from the start that getting involved with him in any way was a terrible idea and that it would end in tears, at least on your part. But that doesn't mean it's any easier to resist, especially when he's stretched out next to you all spent and relaxed. Vulnerable. Even though you know damn well that all of this is nothing, means less than nothing, your heart still swells until it feels like you might choke on that, too. It's a melting, humiliating thing, but if he'd ask you'd let him crack your ribcage open and lick it out of you like so much molten marrow.

"Not that this wasn't fun, but," he rakes a hand through his hair, oblivious. Or maybe not, who knows. "I should probably get back to work."

"Yeah, probably." He's always quick at getting dressed at your place, so fast that he could probably teach a class on how to slip into skinny jeans in under ten seconds. It would maybe be funnier if he wasn't nearly always so eager to leave. Rather than wallowing in self-pity, you busy yourself with tidying up, tossing the relevant things into a 'to clean' pile. "I'll see you later?"

"Sure," he grabs his jacket and then he's swanning out the door, calling over his shoulder, "I'll call you."

[clone-anon]

Since you're offering 🤣

Could you do a Fives x Male reader bf where Fives teaches him how to shoot a blaster cause Fives wants him to be able to protect himself when he's deployed? (Sorry if it's a weird ask😅)

This isn't weird at all! I love it. I made it just a bit angsty at the start, but only as a way to get to the blaster training. Now just let me figure out how a blaster works...

Fives woke up from a nightmare slightly sticky with sweat. He reached for you in bed and pulled you closer to him, making sure not to wake you as he tried to focus on steadying his heartbeat and grounding himself in here and now. He felt you breathing and heard you hum in contentment as you slept. He couldn't help but smile at that. He closed his eyes again and tried sleeping.

"Wuhzzit," you asked, barely awake.

"Nothing," he replied. "Just needed you close."

"I know better, Fives." You were more awake now and sensed his unease. You rolled over a bit and started rubbing his back the way he liked.

"Just a nightmare," he answered quietly. "I thought I lost you."

"You're not gonna lose me."

"I'll make sure of it." He kissed you and snuggled close. You both fell asleep holding each other.

The next day he dragged you to a shooting range after breakfast.

"What are we doing here, Fives?"

"You're going to learn how to shoot," he replied.

"Why? I've never needed this. I live in a very safe place, and I-"

He put his hand up. "I know this, but I would feel better if you knew how to protect yourself. Even if you never need it. I just can't stand the idea of my boyfriend going unprotected while I'm deployed."

You knew this had something to do with the nightmare, so you weren't about to ask. You knew he'd tell you more about it when he was ready. Learning this skill wasn't going to hurt anything and if it made him feel better, then you'd do it.

You broke the silence after a few moments of contemplation. "Alright. Show me what to do."

"What do you already know," he asked.

"Umm, point and click?"

He chuckled, "There's more to it than that. We'll start at the very beginning."

Fives helped you pick out a blaster. If you were going to learn to shoot for protection, you needed to have one at home or knowing how to shoot wasn't going to do you any good. He showed you each part of a blaster, how to clean it, how to fix it if it was jammed, and basic safety measures. Once you seemed to have that down, he helped you find the right stance in front of the targets. He stood behind you and helped guide your movements. You fired shot after shot, taking in all his advice along the way. Even after you had your stance down, he continued to stand behind you, but you felt him relax into his usual self. You tried to focus on the exercise and not the feeling of his body against yours, but when you looked back over your shoulder after a particularly accurate shot, he grinned at you and kissed your neck.

"I think that's enough for today," he said. "But promise me you'll practice your aim while I'm gone."

"I promise." You put your new weapon in your holster. Fives wrapped his arms around you and he pulled you in for a kiss. He seemed to linger, wanting to take in the experience as much as he could. You were here. He was here. All he wanted was you in his life. He didn't know what he would do if he lost you.

On the way out, Fives checked with the manager of the range to see what else they offered. There were several different areas where you could practice and they had a set up for practicing with moving targets. You signed yourself up for several time slots.

You went home and spent the rest of the day together. He had to leave the next morning and you wanted to enjoy every moment you had. As you got into bed that night, he held you to him and kissed you firmly. It was always hard the night before he left. You wanted it to last forever, but knew it couldn't. Still, he knew how to make the evening memorable and once you finally fell asleep, only pleasant dreams played on your minds.

[2dboisloyal-devotee]

coping mechanism real

>)~ONESHOT

Never Could Have Been Worse (Vash the Stampede x Gender Neutral Reader)

Summary: Reader has been feeling fearful and avoid going outside because of the lurking dangers when they meet the Humanoid Typhoon himself.

Warning: reader being held at gunpoint, very little shooting action

You nervously smile as the innkeeper woman is wearing you down with another scold early up in the morning. “This has been a week and don't think that I'm gonna fall for it even if your made up reasons are different every time! Honestly, I think I've already been too lenient on you but you're not picking yourself up either so you're going to—oh hey Vash! Come here!”

The blond man in crimson trenchcoat looks up as he approaches her with a clueless smile. “ssup, lady? Ya need something?”

“Damn right, I do, accompany this person out and find a job for them. I really can't handle them being around cooped up in here anymore for 7 days straight!” she leaves you with a pat on the shoulder and whispers. “Good luck, you'll really need it.”

Quickly you glance between her back and his tilting face. “You doing alright?” he asks, gently smiling.

With a hesitant nod, you answer him while wondering if he's that Vash the Stampede. “Yeah... um, I'm fine, sorry I got you in a bind I ..didn't even wanted.” your sigh is followed by his perking up voice.

“Don't mind me! Hey, how 'bout we take a stroll outside? Maybe tell me your thoughts while we're at it?” Vash points at the door with his thumb.

On the way, you tell him about how your circumstances led you to stay in the inn before getting kicked out is just like any other day—a bad habit of your cowardly self trying to avoid danger in these wild places. Whenever you're out, you just feel as if anything could happen to put you in a death's chokehold for a good moment.

“Ah, I know the feeling, you ain't alone there... I wish the reaper would buzz off for once darn it!” he dabs his tears with a handkerchief out of nowhere.

It's weird that the so-called paranoid feeling is disappearing down bit by bit as you're walking in peace with him.

“I'm just glad you're surviving till this moment—”

You come to a pause behind Vash. A gun aimed at your temple by a man who raises his voice roughly. “Put your weapons down if you don't want this person hurt, Vash the Stampede!”

You nearly smack a hand to your face. Of course you got to be involved with the guy himself, he's like the whirlpool of dangers at this point.

Vash stops without turning his back. He pulls out the guns from his pocket in a slow motion. “Now, now, let's solve this peacefully yeah? I wouldn't want anybody get hurt y'know!”

The man behind you shouts again. “I-if you do what I said!!” he releases the safety luck on the gun in a shaking grip.

Risking it, you are about to send a kick backwards but Vash already went straight to shot the man's gun out his hand.

With you stepping aside and securing the gun, Vash walks closer towards him when two girls come out of nowhere—already tying up the guy for good. “Thank God that doesn't result in other casualties.” The shorter one of them speaks up, agreed by the other with long hair beside her.

“Good job for another one, Mr. Vash!”

“No probs.” he turns to you with a faltering smile. “Are you alright? That must've been real scary for you. My bad.” Vash scratches his head as he slumps down, dejected.

“It's fine, you saved me anyway. Then, are you really... Vash the Stampede?”

He raises his eyebrows. “That's me a'ight.”

“At least you're not as scary as I thought, I'm glad you're just a nice guy overall. Thank you.” You smile.

“...Aww—haha, thanks, but I'm not that—”

The long-haired girl claps her hands as her statement is backed up by the short girl's sigh. “Congratulations, Mr. Vash! You finally get yourself a friend who appreciates you!”

“Gee, is the world coming to an end? I kind of feel worried...”

“You girls don't have to be that cruel...” Vash mumbles, about to cry.

Amidst of their bickering, you let out a small laughter which Vash takes notice in. He walks to your side. “Are you feeling better now? That stroll wasn't so bad now, was it? 'scuse me for the gun part though.” He muster up a smile.

“...Thanks to you. But honestly, I'm thinking it will be worsening from here on out. Am I even going to survive just by myself..?”

He narrows his eyes, staring at you intensely. “That shouldn't do! You should survive, you will! You've come this far already, don'tcha think that's big enough of an impact you have?”

“Well, true but I—”

You nod. In the near future, you two will meet again someday after you improve yourself better, having enough courage and experience to go explore with him. You both say your goodbyes to each other then leave with your back turned on the opposite way as he waves off.

“No buts! And you don't have to be that rough with yourself.” He gives you a warm grin and pats your back. “It won't be easy but you still got yourself standing here, I believe in you! By that, I hope you can believe in yourself sooner or later. Take your steps slow and steady, you hear me?”

“Remember; love and peace, that includes yourself. See ya later!”

[dragonking10]

You Made The Right Choice

WARNING: This story contains SEVERE ANGST and it WILL be sad, if your Lancaster Heart can't take it, I'd advise you to NOT read this. If you do, then have boxes of tissues ready. I hate myself for writing this.

Ruby was walking around trying to clear her head and felt regret for what she said to her friends, especially Jaune, as she was walking she heard a commotion going on near her and decided to quietly check it out.

When she got there she found Jaune with crazed rage in his eyes chasing down Curious Cat, after some time Jaune finally caught CC kneeled down with with one arm holding the cat in place.

CC: Jaune please you are unwell, you're not thinking straight.

Jaune: SHUT THE FUCK UP!!! THIS IS YOUR FAULT!!!

CC: Pardon my confusion but how exactly is this my fault?

Jaune: YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID, YOU LED ALYX AND LEWIS TO THAT TREE BUT ONLY ONE MADE IT HOME. I'M NOT GONNA LET YOU DO THE SAME TO HER?

CC: Who?

Jaune tears welling up: RUBY!!! I'M NOT GONNA LOSE HER TOO!!!

CC: But you did that yourself when you chased her away!

That did not sit well with Jaune as his anger fulled up to a boiling point as he channeled all of his aura to his broken sword and raised it up preparing to strike the cat down.

Ruby panicked reached into her pouch that has her mags in it, she quickly pulled out a mag and load it into her weapon and aimed at Jaune's torso and slowly squeezed the trigger

BOOM

Jaune felt something hit his chest, he let go of the cat to raise his hand to feel his chest and felt something wet. The cat fled the moment he was released. Jaune raised his hand to see that it was his blood, he looked down to see a bullet hole on the left side of his armor and his blood pouring out, he slowly looked up to see who shot him, only to see Ruby with tears running down her face and her eyes widen in shock and guilt.

Ruby thought she loaded regular rounds that was meant to knock Jaune out, she knew regular rounds wouldn't pierce Jaune's armor. She quickly unloaded her weapon to see what round she put in. Her eyes widen in disbelief and sorrow as she stared at aromor piercing rounds, she must've loaded it by mistake, she looks up to Jaune as tears were flooding out of her eyes only to see... acceptance and relief in his eyes?

Jaune smiled at Ruby as blood started to pour a bit out of his mouth. Suddenly he dropped his broken sword and fell on his side with one hand covering the wound and the other just laying on the ground.

Ruby dropped her weapon and quickly ran to Jaune and took off her cloak and hold it against his wound trying to stop the bleeding and started to put her aura into him... but it's not enough.

Jaune: Ruby...

Ruby looks at Jaune

Jaune smiled trying to reassure her: You made the right choice.

Jaune frowned: I let you down.

Jaune started to cough up more blood

Jaune: I let everybody down.

Ruby: Jaune I.. I'M SO SORRY, THIS IS MY FAULT I DIDN'T MEAN FOR THIS TO HAPPEN I-

Jaune: No it's NOT your fault, it's my fault I was the one who chased you away, and I'm so sorry for what I said, I never meant to hurt you.

Ruby sobbing: Ma.. Maybe if I'd helped you save the Paper Pleasers you wouldn't have-

Jaune: No... They wanted to die... I was just so blind... so desperate to feel like a hero... but I never considered what they needed... I was selfish.

Jaune coughed up even more blood

Jaune: I... I thought I wanted this... asked for it... so many times... and now that it's happening... I'm scared.

Jaune coughed up blood again

Jaune: I'm afraid Ruby

Ruby quickly grabbed Jaune's bloodied hand to reassure him he's not alone.

Ruby: No... you don't have to be afraid... I'll always be here for you... just... just please... PLEASE HANG ON!!!

Jaune smiled: Oh you're... always good for a smile.

Ruby: Jaune... you will always be MY hero... I... I love yo-

Ruby cut herself off as she felt a sudden dread as he looked to Jaune's eyes that is glazed over with no sign of life

Ruby: J-Jaune?

No response. That was the last straw for Ruby as she screamed and sobbed hugging Jaune's body close. After some time she calmed down a bit as she noticed Jaune's broken sword. She slowly reached and grabbed the sword and stared at it.

Memories of the good times they had at Beacon, as RNJR and at Atlas. She stopped staring at the sword to look at Jaune for a moment and looked back at the sword. With her mind made up she grabbed the hilt and turned the sword around with the blade facing her torso. With one swift motion she quickly forced the sword through her chest.

Ruby coughed up blood and fell down on her side, her eyes were blurry and felt light headed with the amount of blood she's losing. She slowly looked at Jaune one last time and used all of her strength to slowly drag herself closer to Jaune. When she got close enough she slowly raised her hand to feel Jaune's face and slowly kissed his lips and put her forehead to his.

Ruby with her last breath: I'll always be there for you... wait for me... Jaune.

And just like that Ruby has also passed away.

[deputyclover]

Dump

*Clover lays unconscious on a flower bed as Rose tries to wake him up but fails.

Daddy? Oh no.

*Rose runs through the dump to find help and finds the dummy.

Ugh, nobody here, Daddy isn't doing good!

*Rose turns around to find help but stops as the dummy moves in front of her.

Hahaha... Too intimidated to fight me, huh!?

No! I need to find help!

Oh really? Well, human. I'll 'help' you before you leave!

What?

*Mad Dummy starts attacking Rose as she dodges the magic attacks and some of them hit the Mad Dummy.

OWWWW, you DUMMIES!! Watch where you're aiming your magic attacks!

...

Hey! You! Forget I said anything about magic!!!

*Rose continues to dodge attacks and redirects them to the Mad Dummy.

Dummies. Dummies! DUMMIES! Remember how I said to NOT shoot at me? Well... FAILURES! YOU'RE FIRED! YOU'RE ALL BEING REPLACED!!! Hahaha. Hahaha! HAHAHA! Now you'll see my true power: Relying on people that aren't garbage!

*Robot Dummies start shooting missiles at Rose but she dodges them and continues to redirect them.

OK, YOU CAN'T HURT ME AND I CAN'T HURT YOU! YOU'LL BE STUCK FIGHTING ME... Forever. Forever! FOREVER!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!

*The Mad Dummy starts getting hit by tears.

Wh... What the heck is this!? Ergh! Acid rain!?! Oh, FORGET IT!! I'm outta here!

*Mad Dummy leaves and Napstablook arrives.

...sorry, i interrupted you didn't i?

No! You saved me!

oh. ok. bye...

*Napstablook leaves and Rose follows, trying to find someone to wake Clover up.

*Rose eventually finds Gerson's store.

Woah there! Been a long time since I've seen one of you.

Hello, I need help!

Oh really?

Yeah, my daddy is unconscious in the dump!

Now why were you there?

We were being chased by some scary knight!

Ah, Undyne. She just came through here, asking about someone who looked just like you... I'd watch you back, kid.

Ok. Thanks!

*Rose leaves to find other help.

*About a minute later, Clover enters the shop.

I'm so sorry for bothering you sir, but have you seen my daughter? She has brown hair, blue eyes, white skin, and is wearing a red hoodie.

Why yes, she was in here about a minute ago.

Thank you so much!

*Clover leaves to find Rose and heads to a dark hallway-like room.

Behind you.

*Clover sees Undyne behind him.

...

Seven. Seven human souls. With the power of seven human souls, our king... King ASGORE Dreemur, will become a god. With that power, ASGORE can finally shatter the barrier. He will finally take the surface back from humanity, and give them back the suffering and pain that we have endured. Understand, human? This is your only chance at redemption.

You know those shadow creatures that were neither human nor monster that attacked earlier this year? I stopped them.

I don't care.

*Undyne pulls out her spear and starts to charge at Clover as MK exits the bushes.

MK: Undyne! I'll help you fight! YO!!!! You did it!!! Undyne is right in front of you!!! You've got front row seats to her fight!!! ... wait. Who's she fighting?

*undyne grabs MK and takes them away.

MK: H-hey! You aren't gonna tell my parents about this, are you?

*The two leave and Clover looks around.

ROSE! WHERE ARE YOU?

Daddy?

ROSE!

*Clover hugs his daughter tightly.

I'm so happy you aren't harmed.

Thanks Daddy!

*Rose hugs Clover back.

Come on, we need to leave this area.

*Clover holds Rose's hand as they walk and get to the narrow bridge.

MK: Yo! Yo, I know I'm not supposed to be here, but I wanna ask you something. Man, I've never had to ask anyone this before Rose... Umm... Yo... You're human, right? Man! I knew it! ... well, I know it now, I mean... Undyne told me "stay away from the humans." So, like, ummm... I guess that makes us enemies or something. But I kinda stink at that, haha. Yo, say something mean so I can hate you? Please?

No MK, you're my friend.

You know what, I got to do it. ...Man I can't do it. I'm gonna go home now.

*MK turns to leave and trips and holds on for dear life.

MK: Yo, w-w-wait! Help! I tripped!

MK!

*Rose and Clover run towards monster kid as Undyne arrives and the two help MK up and Undyne leaves, seeing the humans caring.

Yo, you really saved me. Guess being enemies was a nice thought, haha. We'll just have to be friends instead. Man, I should really go home, my parents must be worried sick about me! Later, Rose!

*MK leaves.

Ok Rose, I think we're gonna fight Undyne, so I want you to run until you see someone we know, ok?

Ok!

Good.

*The father and daughter duo continue their journey.

[queen-of-the-avengers]

Captain Marvel: Part Nine

Pairing: Carol Danvers x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.4k

Warnings: canon violence and angst

Author’s Note: For the sake of the rewrite, Howard and Maria Stark dies on December 16, 1997 instead of 1991. Tony is 23 when they die.

x

"Look what I got!" Monica says and races into the room with a box.

You and Carol walk over to Monica who is too eager to show her aunty the things she's saved for her. She begins with the pictures and explains them as she hands them over for Carol to look at.

"This is me and you on Halloween." The picture is of Monica and Carol with Monica dressed as a pilot and Carol in older clothing. "I'm Amelia Earhart and you're Janis Joplin." Monica takes out another picture of a young Carol standing next to her father. "Oh, this is you when you were little. You didn't get along with your parents so Mom said we became your real family." The third picture is of them at Christmas. "This is us on Christmas. I got more."

All the photos blend together and Monica's words fade into the back as Carol stares at herself through someone else's memories. Another picture is of Carol when she was little, and another when she graduated high school. This time, Carol lets the tears roll down her cheeks.

"How about we stop with the pictures, okay?" you ask gently.

"Okay," Monica takes them back. "Oh wait. I forgot, your jacket. Mom doesn't let me wear it anymore after I spilled ketchup on it." 

Monica isn't here to shove things into Carol's hands, so Carol rummages through the box until she finds her old dog tags which had been burned in half.

"That was all that survived the crash, or so we thought," Maria explains.

"Are you okay?" you ask Carol and grab her hand.

"I don't know," she whispers. Someone knocks on the door and before Maria can get to it, Carol stops her. "Don't answer that."

"It's just my neighbor."

"They can change into anyone."

You, Carol, and Fury walk to the door carefully in case what's on the other side is a green alien pretending to be someone else. Carol opens the door and stares at a man who looks at her nervously.

"Hi, there."

"What do you want?" Carol asks with her eyes narrowed.

"Hey, Tom. This is my friend Carol and her girlfriend, Y/N," Maria introduces.

"Pleased to meet you." He holds out his hand, and when Carol grabs it, she sends a small wave of electricity through his body. "Yow! Static electricity out here's no joke. I noted that peculiar bird you got parked by the road, and I was just wondering if you'd mind if I bring the boys over to get a closer looksie?"

"A closer looksie?" you ask.

"Yeah."

"To see the bird parked out by the road? You're really working overtime to sell this one, aren't you Talos?"

"I'm sorry. Tom, this isn't really a good time. I'll come by tomorrow. Okay?" Maria says and slowly closes the door.

"Uh..."

"Okay."

"You know, you really should be kinder to your neighbors. You never know when you're gonna need to borrow some sugar."

The floorboards creak behind you and you turn to see Talos standing there in his true form with a shake in his hands. You and Carol hold up your hands in preparation for a fight, Fury aims his gun at Talos, and Maria stands there confused.

"Hang on a second, before you go swinging those jazz hands around and making a mess in your friend's house, hear me out."

"Oh, my God. What the hell?" Maria gasps.

You look out the window and see Monica outside with her mother, even though Maria is inside with you. The Skrull pretended to be her neighbor, then turned into Maria when it became relevant to him.

"No one's gonna hurt the girl. Just, don't kill me. It would really complicate the situation," Talos sighs.

"I'm about five seconds from complicating that wall with some ugly-ass Skrull brains," Fury threatens.

"I'm sorry I simmed your boss, but now I stand before you as my true self. Without deception."

"Who the hell is out there?" you ask.

"Okay, that's a fair point, but I'm sure that you understand, I had to take some precautions. I saw you two crush twenty of my best men with her hands bound. I just wanna talk."

"Last time we talked, we ended up hanging from our ankles."

"That was before I knew who you were. Before I knew what made you different from the others. I have an audio recording from Pegasus of your voice from a plane crash six years ago on a device I believe you call a 'black box'."

"They told me it was destroyed in the crash. How'd you get it?" Maria asks.

"Does she not understand? Young lady, I have a special skill that kinda allows me to get into places I'm not supposed to be in."

"Call me young lady again, and I'm gonna put my foot in a place it's not supposed to be," she glares.

"Am I supposed to guess where that is?"

"Your ass," you, Fury, and Carol say at the exact same time.

"Okay, I get it. We're all a little on edge here. Look, I just need your help decoding some coordinates. If you sit down and listen to this, I assure you, it'll be worth your while."

"Call your buddy back inside and I'll listen," Carol crosses her arms.

"Deal," he nods. Goose walks into the room and presses herself against Talos' legs. When he feels the small creature, he bounces back in fear. "Oh, my God! Get that thing away! How'd that get in here?"

Carol picks up the cat and holds her toward Talos. The more she walks to him, the more he steps back until he can't go any further.

"The cat? This isn't what you're afraid of, is it?"

"That's not a cat. That's a Flerken."

"A Flerken?" Fury laughs.

"Mom?"

All heads turn to see Monica there with the Skrull behind her. The Skrull transforms back into his true self, and he shrugs knowing he was just following orders.

"Come here, baby." Monica runs into her mother's arms, and she kisses the top of her head. "I have somewhere we can listen to that thing, but it's not here."

Maria has a study out back that is secluded enough to have this kind of conversation. Monica waits outside wearing headphones so she doesn't hear what's being said. She's too young to understand, and she would only get in the way at this point. Maria grabs the tape from Talos and puts it into her computer. The computers that Howard Stark had back then world a bit faster than this, but it eventually loads, and the audio clip plays.

"Punch in the coordinates. 5229,. -47, 8.768, 0.2," Lawson said.

"Copy that. Where are we going Doc?" Carol's voice came next. 

"My laboratory."

"Your laboratory? What do you mean?"

"Oh, no."

"Is that...? Wait, what is that? It's not showing up on my radar!" 

Carol, the woman you love, is confused but angry for not remembering this. You take her hand and she holds it tightly.

"Go Carol. Fly!" Lawson urged. 

The sounds of planes rushing around and weapons being fired are all that can be heard until you hear Carol's voice. 

"That's no MIG, Lawson. Who the hell are they?"

"Those are the bad guys. Fly faster, now."

"Yes, ma'am. What do they want?"

"Me. My work. I never should have brought you along," Lawson said regretfully.

"Here come some G's."

You're not sure what's happening since there is no video involved, but you can assume that Carol and Lawson tried so hard to get whoever is chasing them off their tail. Something hits the plane, causing it to fall back down to Earth.

"Bail out! Bail out! Bail out! Stay with me, Lawson!"

There are sounds of a crash, then nothing until you hear faint voices being picked up from the recorder that is still playing.

"Danvers, do you copy?" Maria asked over comms.

"Yeah, I copy. On the ground," Carol assured. "Your blood... it's blue."

"Never mind that. How's my hair?" Lawson jokes. "Help me out." When she does, Lawson groaned in pain. "I have to destroy it before they get here."

"What? Lawson?"

"You remember what I said about our work here? What it's for?"

"To end wars?"

"Yeah, but the wars are bigger than you know. You should know my name is not Lawson. My real name is Mar-Vell and I come from a planet called Hala."

"I would say that your delusional but we just got shot down by a spaceship, and your blood is blue."

"Listen, I spent half my life fighting a shameful war. Now, skedaddle before you give me any more regrets. Just remember the coordinates, okay? You've got to save them without me."

"Save who? How?" Carol asked.

"I've got to blow this engine before they find it."

Someone fires their weapon, and based on how Carol cried out, it was Mar-Vell that got hit.

"We have no interest in hurting you," Yon-Rogg said.

"What the fuck?" you gasp.

He was involved since the beginning. You knew something was off about that man, and this proves it.

"No?! Because all the shooting kinda gave the wrong impression!" Carol yelled.

"Where is the energy core?"

"Pararescue's on the way. You have two minutes until you're surrounded," Carol gritted out.

"Then I see no reason to prolong this conversation," Yon-Rogg laughed.

"No, wait! Do you mean that energy core?" 

Some more silence follows her words. Then, a loud explosion happens; the same explosion that came from the energy core being shot at. If you had to guess what's happening is that when Carol blew up the engine, she absorbed the Tesseract's power, which gave her the powers she has today. 

That's how she ended up on Hala. Her life was stolen from her.

"Commander, she's still moving. Permission to fire?" Minn-Erva said. 

That bastard knew everything that happened.

"Hold your fire."

"There's nothing left. The core has been destroyed."

"She absorbed its power. She's coming with us," Yon-Rogg decided. 

The audio clip ends there, and Carol storms out of the barn to grab some air. You quickly follow with everyone else behind you.

"Carol--"

"He fucking lied to me!" she yells as her hands glow bright orange.

"Carol! Look at me." You grab her hands to calm her down. "I need you to calm down if we're going to try and sort this out."

"He lied to me," she sniffles with tears in her eyes.

"I know, and trust me when I say this... I will make him pay."

"You were right. Everything that I knew was a lie."

"Now you understand," Talos says from behind.

"What? What do I understand now?" Carol shouts.

"Yon-Rogg killed Mar-Vell. He killed her because she found out that she was on the wrong side of an unjust war."

"No. Your people are terrorists that kill innocents. I saw the ruins on Torfa."

"Ruins that the Accusers are responsible for. My people lived as refugees on Torfa. We became homeless ever since we resisted the Kree rule, and they destroyed our planet. The handful of us that are left will be slaughtered next unless you help me finish what Mar-Vell started. The coordinates you found would've powered a lightspeed ship capable of carrying us to safety. A new home where the Kree can't reach us."

"They're not the bad ones, Carol. The Kree are. You know what they did to me before I met you. They haven't changed," you try to persuade her.

"Lawson always told us that her work at Pegasus wasn't to fight wars, but to end them," Maria adds.

"She wanted you to help us find the core."

"Well, apparently, I already destroyed it."

"No, you destroyed the engine. The core that powered it is in a remote location. If you help us decode those coordinates. We can find it."

"You'll use it to destroy us," she glares.

"We just want a home," Talos sighs. "You and I lost everything at the hands of the Kree. Can't you see it now? You're not one of them. You never were."

"You don't know me. You have no idea who I am. I don't even know who I am!" she yells.

"You are Carol Danvers," Maria says and walks closer to her. "You are the woman on that black box risking her life to do the right thing. My best friend who supported me as a mother and a pilot when no one else did. You're smart, funny, and a huge pain in the ass. You are the most powerful person I know, way before you could shoot fire from your fists. Do you hear me?"

"We need to find that core and destroy the Kree once and for all. They haven't changed one bit," you back up Maria.

"I know I don't deserve your trust but you two are our only lead," Talos says. "We discovered that both of your energy signatures matched Mar-Vell's core. Now, we know why. If only you knew the importance of it to me. I just need your help decoding the coordinates to Mar-Vell's lab."

"Those weren't coordinates. They're safe vectors," Carol explains. "Orbital positioning and velocity."

"You didn't find her lab on Earth, because it's not on Earth," you say.

"That was the location on the day of the crash six years ago. If we track its course, we'll find it in orbit right now."

"It's just basic physics."

"In orbit?" Talos looks at his friend who just shrugs. "Was that so difficult to figure out? I mean, you're my science guy, right?"

"Yon-Rogg will catch up to you soon. We've got to get the core before he does," Carol says.

"Let me stay down here. I'll kick his ass," you growl.

"I need you with me," Carol whispers to you. "I can't do this without you."

"I'll stay and simm Carol," the scientist states.

"Mmm. So, the rest of you are going to space? In what?"

"A few tweaks to your vessel should do it. I can handle the modifications," the scientist offers.

The plane you came here in is the one you're going to go to space in. Talos' science guy isn't too bright when it comes to figuring out where Mar-Vell's lab is, but he is damn good at modifying the plane to endure the height and possibly space. While they're doing that, you and Carol are talking to Maria and her daughter inside.

"Well, I could use a co-pilot. God knows she can't fly a plane," Carol jokes and nudges you in the ribs.

"I never needed to when I can fly," you brag.

You and Carol look at Maria who widens her eyes in realization.

"No. No, I... I can't. I can't leave Monica."

"Why? It's okay. I can stay with grandma and pop-pop."

"There's no way I'm going baby. It's too dangerous."

"Testing brand new aerospace tech is dangerous. Didn't you used to do that?"

"Your plan is to leave the atmosphere in a craft not designed for the journey, and you anticipate hostile encounters with a technologically superior foreign enemy. Correct?"

All she gets in return is a shrug from Carol.

"That's what I'm saying. You have to go."

"Monica..."

"You have the chance to fly the coolest mission in the history of missions, and you're gonna give it up to sit on the couch and watch Fresh Prince with me? I just think that you should consider the kind of example you're setting for your daughter," she manipulates.

"I like her," you grin.

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[giggly-squiggily]

De-Stress The Aggressor (Blue Lock)

Hey hey, guess who wrote Lee!Raichi and never posted it? This girl! Two fics today- who am I? *flips hair, slicks back eyebrows* A controlled mess! :D

Anywho- Today I bring you Lee!Raichi because he's a bit of a grump and needs tickles to reset. Who of course is better to bring those tickles than our little squad of mischief causers (Aka Bachira and friends)? I hope you like it!

CW: Swearing

Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps)

@cupcake-spice13

Summary: Raichi's loud and aggressive. Bachira's touchy and mischevious. Put them together and you've got yourself quite the disaster.

“Oi, whoever took a shower before me- you left your nasty suds everywhere!” Raichi yelled out as he returned to the main room, towel around his shoulders and shirt in hand. “Rinse the stall, dammit!”

“Sorry, Jingo-bells! That was me!” Bachira called from his futon, grinning cheekily at the fuming man. “I used that new strawberry shampoo! It didn’t taste as good as it smelled…”

“You ate my shampoo?” Chigiri blinked.

“WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS?” Raichi raged, earning a loud cackle from the dribbler. Across the room, Isagi raised a brow as he turned his attention to Kunigami.

“He’s so loud, huh?” He asked, wincing some at the string of curses the ash blonde let out.

“And always angry.” Kunigami nodded, starting to stand. “Come on- let’s go save your boyfriend.”

“He’s not my…” Isagi blushed but followed, entering the danger zone.

“Oo, Rai-Rai’s angry!” Bachira giggled, dancing out of Raichi’s reach when the other went to grab him. “So slow! You’re gonna have to be faster than THAT!” He did a little tap dance as he spun around the bigger boy, jabbing his fingers into his back as he passed. “Come on- dance with me!” A few feet away, Chigiri began the slow act of scooting to safety.

“Oh, you're itching for a fight, aren’t you? Come he-HEH!” Raichi twisted just as Bachira went to poke him again, the alignment resulting in a finger being jammed into his hip. “Watch your hands!”

“Ow!” Bachira waved his own finger with a pout, blowing on it. “That freaking hurt! What’s your body made of, cement-” Then the smaller boy paused, slowly looking up. “Did I hear that?”

“Hear me telling you to watch your gremlin fingers? Yes!” Raichi growled, suddenly a foot away with his arms suspiciously low to his body. Behind him, Chigiri looked on with wide eyes.

“He giggled.” The redhead pointed out.

“No the hell I didn’t!” Raichi snapped, twisting to glare.

“Raichi’s ticklish?” Isagi gaped, starting to grin.

“He is!” Gagamaru called out from across the room.

“The hell I am-”

“That was definitely a laugh.” Kunigami nodded, cracking his knuckles. “Our raging Raichi is ticklish! Just like the rest of us.”

“NO I’m not! You just caught me by surprise!” Raichi growled, hands balling into fists as he stared them down. The top of his cheeks were dusted pink, further countering his argument. “Plus that shit hurts! Who pokes people in the hip like that?”

“I do! All the time!” Bachira darted out, poking him in the same spot and earning a similar reaction. “It’s rather effective!”

“GAH!” Raichi spasmed and backed up. “Son of a-AH!” He yelped and jumped forward when a new finger poked his other hip, Chigiri’s soft giggles following. “Princess, I’ll kill you!”

“Oi, don’t start threatening people-” Kunigami began, but Bachira beat him to it, chasing the taller boy around as he aimed tickly fingers at his waist.

“Come here! I’m gonna getcha! I’m gonna getcha, Rai-Rai!” Bachira cried, closing the gap as he leaped onto Raichi’s back, making him take a knee. “Oo, here I come! A coochie coochie coo, Rai!” He sang, fingers going right for the armpits.

“FUCK!” Raichi arched, unable to fight down the smile pulling at his lips. “Y-You son of a bihiiiihtch!” He cried as he broke, raspy laughter pushing past his lips. “Gehehehheet ohohohohoff!”

“Oh my god, he is ticklish!” Isagi stared in awe as he watched the pair fall to the floor, Bachira’s childlike giggles mixing with Raichi’s wheezy curses. “How’d he get away with it for so long?”

“Probably because he and Gagamaru always gang up on everyone else.” Kunigami shook his head with a chuckle, the sound nearly lost in Raichi’s growing hysterics. “Hey, Bachira, need a hand?”

“Doohohohn’t you dahahhare touch mehehehe, you son of a bihhiihihihihihihihtch!” Raichi all but squawked when Kunigami kneeled beside him, going right for the ribs. “Kuuhuuhuhnigami, screhehehehehw yoohhoohoohohu!”

“Aww, that’s not nice. Maybe we should teach you some manners on how to talk to others.” He grabbed Raichi’s wrist and pulled, exposing his entire side and armpit for him and Bachira to attack. “There we go!”

“Nahahhahahhaha, yohoohoohu fuhuhuhuuhuh-pffft- Srehhehehewhhwhhwhw yohoohohoohohou!” Raichi thrashed about, trying in vain to send someone flying. His cheeks were growing increasingly red, eyes squeezed shut with mirth as he twisted about. “Geehehhehet ohohohohohff mehehehe, you ahahahhhhahsshohoohoohoholes!”

“Aww, you love it!” Bachira cooed from his spot above, bringing his other hand up to get the back of Raichi’s neck, making him squeal. “Isagirin! ChiChi! Get his legs!”

Chigiri, who had been watching behind drawn up knees, blinked upon being called upon. Sharing a look with Isagi, he shrugged. “Eh, why not?”

“Noohohohohoho! No don’t you dahahhahre, Pri-EHehehehhehhehehehehehess!” Raichi squawked in mirth when he Chigiri crawled over, half laying across the back of his flailing thighs, going to town on the back of his knees. “Hahahahahaha, fuhuhuuhuhcking jehehehehehheerk!”

“You cuss a lot.” Isagi teased as he sat in the remaining position by Raichi’s feet, a devious grin on his lips as he wiggled his fingers. “Let’s see what happens if I do this?”

“Doohohoho what? Wha-No! Nohoohohohoho, don’t you da-AHAHHAHAHAHHARE GAHHAHAAHHA!” Raichi all but screamed as his feet were attacked, Isagi’s skittering fingers relentless. “FUHUUHUHUHUUHUCK!”

“Wow, bad spot?” Bachira teased, nearly taking a headbutt to the face.

“Given how we’re going for pretty much all his tickle spots, it’s hard to say.” Kunigami shrugged, tone playful.

“Heh, and here I thought we were bad.” Chigiri mused out loud, voice nearly lost in the ash blonde’s giggle fits.

“Raichi, do you give up?” Isagi asked, wondering if he should stop soon.

“GEAHHAHHA! NEHEHEHHEHVER! I REFUUHUUHUSE!” Raichi declared, even if his eyes were wet with mirthful tears.

“Wow, what a guy. Still need you alive though.” Kunigami laughed, signaling everyone to back off. Raichi gasped for air as the four scooted away, small hiccupy breaths pushing past his lips with each inhale. For a moment, Isagi wondered if they’d pushed it too far.

Then he was sitting up, eyes dancing with vengeance. “Which one of you is ready to die first?”

There was a brief, tense moment where the four in question looked at one another, deciding on how to answer him. Finally, Bachira stepped forward.

“....Scatter!” He cried, grabbing a nearby pillow and yeeting it into Raichi’s face. The gang was off, all flying in different directions as Raichi let out a muffled swear.

Isagi couldn’t help but laugh to himself as he ran out the door, Bachira’s warm hand finding his own as they flew down the Blue Lock halls. He was so happy he came here.

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Fraternity [MegaLan AU]

"Everything looks to be in order...I think you're ready."

Megaman.EXE raised his head, and his orange fingers ceased their drumming against his thigh. "I am?"

Dr. Yuichiro Hikari nodded. "You've passed every test, every update seems to be going off without a hitch...there's nothing else I can think of that you need to complete."

His green eyes widened, practically glimmering. "Does that mean...?!"

Dr. Hikari smiled. "Your brother is starting fifth grade very soon. I'm aiming to have you sent out to him by then."

Megaman's face erupted into a massive grin. He began to vibrate in place, bouncing so hard that Dr. Hikari thought he might very well knock over the monitor and burst out of the screen.

"I'm gonna meet my brother!! I'm gonna meet Hub!! Wahoo!!!"

"Now, now," Dr. Hikari ushered gently, "I know you're excited, but remember what we talked about?"

Megaman's excitement ground to a halt, and he slouched in disappointment. "Aw, come on, Dad! Can't I at least tell Hub? I'll make him promise not to tell anyone, I swear!"

Dr. Hikari shook his head. "I'm sorry, son. We can't risk anyone finding out the truth. No one can know about this. Not even your brother."

He puffed out his cheeks and crossed his arms. "But if I'm supposed to be his navi...wouldn't it help if Hub knew who I was?"

Dr. Hikari bit his lip. "It's...it's complicated. A lot could go wrong. He might be too afraid to use you if he knew. And if the wrong people knew your true identity, they could use that to hurt you. Me, your mother, Hub...we could all be in danger."

Megaman slumped in defeat. The last thing he wanted was to endanger his family, but...

"I'm really sorry, Lan. That's just the way it has to be."

But why?

His arms still crossed, Megaman's gloved fingers clutched at the adhering bodysuit, seeking a grounding presence for his nerves and an outlet for his energy. It made no sense to him; was Hub really better off not knowing the truth? How was Megaman supposed to give his all as a navi if he had to repress such an important factor of his identity? And how was the Navi Project supposed to fulfill its potential if he didn't give it his all?

Dr. Hikari must have picked up on his mood, based on what happened next.

"Hey," his father spoke gently. Megaman looked up to see Dr. Hikari with his hand raised in front of him, all other fingers curled inward except his pinky. It sat fully extended toward Megaman. "Pinky promise you'll do your best to keep this secret? For me?"

Megaman eyed his father's hand for a minute. Logistically speaking, it was impossible for them to make a true pinky promise; they were separated by a screen. But it was the sentiment, the effort to act like it wasn't there, that appealed to him.

Sighing on reflex, Lan managed a smile and extended his own pinky to the screen. He touched it to where Dr. Hikari's sat on the other side of the monitor. "Pinky promise."

Dr. Hikari smiled. "That's my boy."

-

"Hey, Lan?"

Megaman's head darted to Hub's direction curiously. Hub usually never called him by his real name, his human name, unless they were in the midst of a world-saving, life-or-death situation.

Was...was he in trouble?

"W-what's up?" Megaman asked, hints of nerves betraying the calm he tried to maintain. He never was all that good at maintaining the polite professionalism expected of navis. It was too stiff for his liking.

Hub must have noticed something was off with his response, as he suddenly raised his hands defensively. "Ah! Sorry, that sounded out-of-nowhere, didn't it? I-I'm not mad or anything, I just..." Hub trailed off, his index fingers fiddling nervously with each other.

Megaman sighed reflexively and smiled. Even now, after all they had been through together, his operator was still the same shy and quiet kid he'd met at the beginning of the fifth grade. How did Hub manage to stay so humble all the time?

"You just...?" Megaman offered.

Hub inhaled deeply, then exhaled, expelling his nerves. "Ever since we stopped World Three, and Dad told me the truth, I've been wondering...are you..." The rest of his fingers came together, anxiously curling on and around each other. Hub swallowed a lump in his throat, and somehow, Megaman got the sense that he was trying to change the subject from whatever he really wanted to say.

"...What would you do, if you were still alive?"

Megaman blinked. "Huh?"

"I-I mean..." Hub pulled his fingers apart. "If you were here, in the real world, with no screen separating us...what would you want to do?"

Megaman's processor buffered slightly as he carefully pondered the question. Although he did not like to dwell on the past and "what-ifs" for too long, he would be lying to himself if he said he had not considered what it would be like to be in the real world with his family...to be alive...

He didn't know what had prompted his operator to ask such a question, but he answered anyway.

"Well, first thing's first," Megaman said with a grin, holding his arms out as wide as the PET would allow. "I'd give you the world's biggest hug! Not everyday I get to do that, y'know?"

"But I mean, what about hobbies?" Hub continued somewhat nervously. "Is there anyplace you'd like to go, any foods you'd like to try?"

Megaman brought his thumb and finger to his chin in thought. "Hmm...I have always wanted to try Mom's curry...and Choina-style fried rice and nori...ooh, and hamburgers look really good too!!"

Hub's smile faltered. "You really honed in on the food question there..."

"Well, yeah," said Megaman. "Even though I've never had it..." Megaman's voice fell rather soft and quiet. "Sometimes...I think I remember what her curry smells like."

Hub's eyes lit up in surprise. "Really?"

"Oh!" said Megaman, already moving on to another subject. "Rollerblades!!"

Hub blinked. "Rollerblades...?"

"Yeah! I've seen other kids use them before, they look really fun! If I were human, I bet I could go really really fast with them!! I'd never take them off!!"

"W-well, you can't wear them everywhere..." Hub mumbled. "They're kind of a hazard indoors."

Megaman grinned at Hub, practically elbowing him with nothing but his green eyes. "But I could keep up with you on your skateboard!"

Hub smiled back and nodded. "That you could."

"Hmm...what else..."

"Well," said Hub, "Are there any school clubs you'd want to join?"

"...Ooh, I've got one!"

"What's that?"

Megaman's eyes beamed as big as his smile. "The soccer team!"

"Why soccer?" asked Hub, his brow raised with intrigue.

Megaman shrugged. "I dunno, it just looks like fun!"

Hub hummed. "Curry, rollerblades, and soccer..."

"What?"

"What do you mean, 'what'?" Hub asked.

"Why'd you hum like that?" asked Megaman, pressing himself against the PET screen impatiently.

Now Hub shrugged, a small yet playful smile on his face. "I guess it just doesn't surprise me that you'd pick those sorts of things. We may be twins, but we're very different..."

A silence fell between the two. Megaman briefly wondered if he had somehow been muted, before Hub spoke up again. He did not look at the PET screen.

"Lan?"

"Yeah?"

Hub nervously clutched the edge of his sleeve. "Are you...mad at me?"

"For what?"

"For not...protecting you, when we were younger." He began pulling at and fiddling with the sleeve corner.

Megaman tilted his head. "...From what?"

Hub's eyes darted to the screen, confusion and a trace of frustration apparent in him. "What do you mean, 'from what'? From what happened to you!"

Megaman's eyes squinted in confusion, still not entirely understanding what his operator meant.

"You know...your HBD..."

Oh.

Megaman shuffled slightly.

"I was born first, so that makes me the older twin..." Hub continued. "A-and, big brothers are supposed to look out for their younger siblings and protect them, but...I wasn't able to do anything for you...and now, you're..."

"Hub, buddy, we were two," Megaman reassured. "There was nothing you could've done for me."

Hub looked down at his hands, turning his palms up to look at them, as though they suddenly seemed foreign to him. "Then why do I feel so guilty?"

"I dunno," Megaman said with a shrug. "Most people don't wanna see their family get hurt. You're no different."

"But I didn't even know we were family until Magicman..." Hub trailed off, his hands flying to his face in frustration. Even though Megaman had survived the attack, Hub still did not feel comfortable talking about the incident.

His brother was almost deleted.

His younger brother almost died, again.

"Hub, it's okay, really. You didn't know."

"But I'd always suspected something like it," Hub said quietly behind his hands, thinking back to the family photos he had found buried in a closet once upon a time. Thinking back to how naively he had presented them to his parents. Thinking back to his mother's sudden teary silence, and his father's sudden somber tone as he asked where Hub found them. "Even if Mom and Dad weren't ready to talk about it..."

"Geez, Hub, where's all this coming from?"

Hub said nothing.

Megaman huffed with stubborn patience. Hub was beginning to fall into another one of his loops. That was not going to help either of them right now.

"Hub, look at me. Forget all that and just look at me for a minute, okay?"

Hub's hands fell to his mouth, his big brown eyes opened and focused entirely on Megaman.

Megaman crossed his arms and put on a big smile. "Listen: no matter what you or anyone else thinks, I know you're a good operator...and you're a good brother...and a good person. Y'know how I know all that, Hub?"

Hub shuddered slightly. "How?"

"Because you care so much about everyone. Me, Mom and Dad, Maylu, Dex, Yai, even Chaud! Even other navis!!"

Hub brought a hand to the back of his neck and rubbed it sheepishly. "W-well, I mean..."

"Ah, ah!" said Megaman, holding his index finger out in front of himself and waving it back and forth as he teasingly scolded Hub. "I've seen you go out of your way to talk to Roll and Protoman, you can't deny it!"

Hub tried to hold it back, but it was no use. He began to laugh.

Megaman beamed. "There's the Hub I know!"

"Look at you," Hub said between his giggles, "Being the one to cheer me up."

"I'm your navi. It's my job."

"But it's not just your job, and you're not just my navi, and you're not just Megaman. You're also Lan, my brother."

"You're taking this whole 'brother' reveal too literally!!" Megaman huffed. "Even if you are supposed to be the responsible older one, it doesn't change what happened! I'm still your amazing navi, and you're still my amazing operator, and you just gotta deal with it!!"

"But," said Hub, his tone once again content, "You said yourself you want to rollerblade and try Mom's curry, so you can't deny that you haven't thought about it, either!"

Megaman folded his arms behind his back and sighed cheerily. "Man, you might not like hearing this, but I'm glad Magicman almost deleted me."

Hub cocked a brow skeptically. "Why's that?"

"If he hadn't, Dad might not've given you Lan.BAT, and you wouldn't know the truth." Megaman began bouncing on the heels of his orange boots. "I couldn't stand not telling you!! It was so hard, having to keep that big a secret from you!!"

"And you weren't exactly subtle about hiding it, either."

Megaman glared. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Hub playfully stuck his tongue out at the PET screen. "I'm not telling~"

And he stepped out of the room.

"Wha--h-hey!" Megaman yelped from the PET on the bed. Hub broke into another fit of laughter as he reentered the bedroom, hesitating in his laughter as he reached for his PET. It may as well have been leaping around on the bed with how flustered Megaman sounded.

"Very funny, Hub!! I'd like to see you try being my navi sometime, you wouldn't last one day!!!"

If Hub heard him, he made no indication as he continued to laugh to the point of tears. Lan sputtered and fumed in embarrassment.

Such were the conversations of the Hikari twins.

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Okay but what if i just straightup dont react to Unknown's crap? I mean i'll end up doing the work he assigns me bc i'll die of boredom if I dont, but if he wants me to be scared then sorry dude you're shit outta luck. Its not even an attempt to be tough my brain just doesnt work right

I've answered this a lot in the past because everyone seems to think that not reacting is a bold stance to take, or they simply can't dare to imagine being stuck in that room with him with nothing to do but whatever he demands until he sends you to the corner to be alone for the time being. It's emotionally overwhelming and will hurt you just as much as it's hurt Unknown if you're stuck long enough.

It's not a bold choice. The reality of being his captive or assistant is a grim one because you're doing paperwork and dealing with his many tantrums. I'm speaking to our canon Unknown who doesn't care for you apart from the fact that you're useful to him as the Eyes to the RFA's secrets, you're just a tool to him. You're useful until you're not.

Sure, he might find a bit of amusement in tormenting you because pushing your buttons might hurt the RFA. Say, if you were Seven's MC and he knew that manipulating you or tricking you into believing him and leaving Seven in the dust would help his revenge... well, that would be the end of that. There's an Ending for that, after all. So, that goes to show what Unknown's motive really is.

You're not the object of infatuation to Unknown that you are to Ray. You are a pair of binoculars. You can choose to work with Unknown or you can choose to defy his orders. Either way, it's not going to bode well for you. You want to make trouble and not give in to what he said to do? You don't want to help him find a replacement for you to go in that apartment? Okay, fine, go to the basement and come back when you're useful and pliable.

He isn't Ray or Suit Saeran. He's not gonna hesitate when it comes to the elixir. He won't even blink before he shoves it in your hands or lets you be taken away to drink it.

You want to play along and listen? His patience might run thin with you just the same. He wants revenge and anything else that stops his goals just becomes a problem. You don't want to be a problem. Your goal is to survive here and maybe reason with him over the months you're stuck with him. Try to empathize, humanize, and reason with him slowly. Find something in his twisted pain. But, if you can't really handle that... realistically, it's not going to be okay in the end.

Unknown doesn't have a route specifically because the chance of trying to win him over and reason with him would take you months. It would never be two weeks. There would be no way to pack in every single event that would need to transpire to reach him the way that it works with Ray or Suit Saeran... and even those two logically needed a few months. Unknown? Months if not a year.

That's why when I wrote my last Assistant Reader fic for Unknown I had to make sure the Believer that became his assistant was capable of withstanding the cult itself alongside his attitude... and even that was a mess of trying to reach him. When I write in a romantic sense, most of the time, I aim to find the stretch of humanity in him that's normally lost in canon because he's so numb and detached.

If you want to find that, you gotta be committed to the long haul for this. That means the dark days when you don't know how to cope with his mind games... and it's not pleasant. At least, he looks damn good in that shirt.

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Copycat: Genesis —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: There is something about this man's eyes is impossible to not fall for him -Danny

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viii: As Bad As It Gets

It was time to say goodbye to her life in that universe. She had no friends except the people at the welfare, all significantly older. Parker's friends, few and busy, never had the opportunity to meet her, he felt like they'd never believe she was a real person.

She didn't go out with him to patrol, which made the New Yorkers curious. Who on earth was that mysterious hero patrolling with Spider-man? She had Spider-man's powers, but also some others they'd never seen before— one day she was gone, had she died in a secret mission?

Cat had a kick of watching the conspiracy shows that talked about her, she was called an android, then a faux projection Spider-man would carry around to scare off large groups of lawbreakers— and then her old-time favorite (made by the one and only J.J. Jameson) she was a mercenary Spider-man hired after he'd released her from a Russian prison.

She'd fallen asleep on the couch when Parker entered down the skylight. Cat sat up, it wasn't normal for him to be so noisy when he came back from patrolling, he'd always been quiet so he didn't scare her and made her think an intruder was there to murder her.

"Bug?" She asked out loud.

She heard Parker groan in reply. Cat leaped out of the couch and opened the bathroom door hurriedly: Parker's suit had a red stain on its side. He was holding his wound tightly but he was too dizzy to get up.

"Jesus..." Cat held her breath. "What happened?"

"Tiny guy but boy did he have a killer aim..."

She pull up the upper part of his suit and stared at the bullet wound. "If he had a killer aim, why are you still alive?"

He pushed himself towards the bathtub. "If he'd had deathly aim I wouldn't be here. Dude was decent, he saw a chance and took it..." he groaned. "My god, I'm in pain..."

She pressed her hands against the wound in spite of her disgust. "You're lucky the bullet just took a bit of muscle and skin... that's gonna leave an ugly scar, though..."

"Can you put me back together so I can go to sleep?" His head fell back against the edge of the tub. "I don't scar easily, don't worry about it..."

"What about these?" She vaguely pointed at the thin scars across his chest.

"A giant lizard gave me those— one of a kind," with Cat's help he took off the top part of his suit. "A bullet's nothing to worry 'bout."

She went back to the sink listing under her breath all the things she needed, she put it on top of the toilet's lid. "So how come your senses didn't warn you about the gun?"

"More than one person was pointing at me, so I took a wild guess and—" Parker hissed when she started to clean his wound. "I failed."

"My Peter wouldn't have failed," she joked.

"Go stuff your mouth with cotton."

Cat grinned. "Hang tight, handsome. This will hurt." The young woman did her best to stop the bleeding, once that was under control, she began to stitch his skin back together. Parker started to doze off. "Hey, hey!" She slapped his face lightly. "Don't do that."

"I'm sorry, you're just such a great nurse I'm getting sleepily..."

"Of course I'm a good nurse! I'm a trained agent, I can do without my tech from time to time, you know?" She scoffed. "But I think the blood loss is the real problem..."

"I'll rest my eyes... while you finish down there..." he leaned back.

She put pressure on his injury, but Parker didn't wince. She'd numbed that part of his body before stitching. "C'mon, Webster, stay with me..."

Cat wondered if he'd been injured internally— if he'd been hit on the head, or something she couldn't see without E.D.I.T.H. or M.O.U.S.E., and that's when she panicked. She looked around, going to the kitchen felt like a whole street away if she couldn't see him. When she finished with the bandage she grabbed him and carried him out toward the bed. "I feel like a damsel in distress," he muttered against her.

"You're the madman," she corrected moodily, placing him on the mattress as carefully as possible. "What were you doing with those guys?"

"I was looking for intel."

"Intel?"

"We need to figure out those defense satellites, right?" He mumbled, one hand pressing his bandage. Cat slapped his hand away. "But things went south fast..."

"Why didn't you tell me?" She demanded.

"Can I get some sugar now, please?" His head fell on the pillow. "Remember I lost blood?"

"Don't lay down!" She pulled him back up and against the headboard. Cat went to the kitchen and grabbed an apple juice from the fridge. She stabbed the small box with one of her claws to widen the opening so he could drink from it easier. "Don't finish it all at once, you'll throw up," she warned him.

Parker stared at the box and drank a little, she kept an eye on his wound. The mutant then glanced at her bloody hands. The sight made her shiver, she didn't want to imagine what would happen to him if something like that were to happen once she was gone. Parker looked at her guilty expression.

"I didn't want to put you at risk," he said hoarsely. "You keep saying how it's a relief to leave all the persecution behind, I didn't want you to go through it again."

Her gaze softened. "I rather being at risk than wake up to you bleeding out in the bathroom."

The young man stared at her hands, he held one of them and examined the blood on her fingers in detail. "I'm sorry, I know you hate the smell."

"I've had blood on my hands before," she moved away from him. "At least this time I was trying to save a life, instead of taking it..."

His eyes were fixed on her, lips pressed together in a pout. "I wish you didn't have to live like that..."

"What makes you think I have to and not that I want to?"

Parker grabbed her hand again and guided it to his chest. She'd never paid attention to the scars there, but at that moment they stood out on his skin like an encrypted message she was eager to decipher.

"D'you think I wanted to get hurt?"

Cat felt a heartbeat but she wasn't able to tell whose it was. "I think you wanted to do the right thing."

"That's what I think about your scars too."

His hand moved from hers and stopped at the crease of her elbow, caressing it. Cat was unable to push him away this time, worse yet, she couldn't move either. She stared at his scars more intently, her fingers following the lines. She pressed on them lightly. Parker breathed in sharply through his nose, she could hear his heart doubling its pace.

"Do you really have to go?" He asked weakly, it sounded like he'd held back those words for too long. "Do you want to?"

She thought of the scars Kurt certainly had gained after the hell he'd gone through, the ones Peter and Kate would get if they tried to fight Kraven, if they could even walk away in one piece. Cat moved her hand away.

"You're making it harder to figure it out."

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