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thundershield is steve and thor teaming up to find different ways of using their strength to make tony go a little hazy-eyed.
#thundershield#thorstony#headcanons#ideas#steve and thor: together our strength knows no bounds#tony: *is already weak-kneed from steve sitting on thor while he does press-ups*
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Bring Him Light - Prologue (King!Steve Rogers x Reader)
Chapter Summary: The Princess of York is to be sent away to marry the Brooken King.
Warnings: Steve’s not in this chapter. Patriarchy. Tony’s not winning father of the year. Possible Dark Themes (in the future).
Word Count: 1.8k
This was gonna be longer, but I wanted y’alls opinion before I went ahead and made this a series.
Hope you guys enjoy! Let me know what y’all think.
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(The gif isn’t mine and it’s kinkier than i wanted it to be sorry... no bondage in this one)
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The coarse ropes dug into your skin as you twisted and turned your wrists in hopes to loosen the knot. You were sure they’d leave marks. You bit your lip to suppress the pained whimper that threatened to escape but paid no attention to the tears that rolled down your cheeks. It wasn’t as if your captor would’ve seen. The burlap sack over your head made sure of that.
Every time the cart jostled due to the uneven roads, you felt the crops – your travel companions as it seemed – roll around, often smacking against you. You tried to reach backwards with your bound wrists, searching for an arrow in your quiver. But it seemed as if your captor had rid you of them.
You felt the dirt on your skin. It was all over your legs and feet – you had forgone your shoes, the heels would’ve made your escape twice as difficult. The earth had settled itself into your pores and between your toes, leaving an uncomfortable feeling that made you cringe.
As the ride became smoother, you knew you were closer to the castle. You stopped fumbling with your bound wrists and rested your head against the back of the cart in defeat. There was no use in trying to escape. You lost your chance. No one would let you go now.
Soon the cart had stopped altogether and the rider – your captor – had retrieved you, carrying you in his arms. You were exhausted. All the fight in you had been extinguished in your attempt to flee. It had been at least two days since you’ve last eaten. You couldn’t even remember if you gave yourself an opportunity to fall asleep.
“Your majesty!” The man carrying you bellowed out as you heard doors open. “I’ve brought you a gift.” The man had put you down and though you couldn’t find the strength to stand, you tried your best to steady yourself. The bag had been removed from your head – you were sure your hair was a mess – but you kept your glare as you stood your ground. The man handed the king a broken piece of wood and you felt your stomach drop in realization. “I’ve broken her bow. My apologies.”
“Thank you, Thor,” the king nodded. His face was expressionless as he stared you down. “I’ll be sure to pay you well, huntsman, for bringing back my daughter.”
The huntsman grunted in response before he bowed. He left the throne room without another word. The councilmen stood beside your father, whispering to one another as they all took in your state.
Dirt pressed into your skin. The dress you wore was days old and torn from your tussle with the huntsman. Your hair – which was normally so clean and plaited elegantly – was in shambles and stood up in various spots. Your wrists were bound together, and a skinny strand of blood trickled down your arms due to the tight knot. If the men didn’t know any better, you looked like a common peasant – not a princess.
Your face was flushed as your rage boiled inside you. Your father quipped up an eyebrow as if expecting you to scream – to shout and curse at him – but all you did was glare in silence. And if looks could kill, he’d be dead three times over.
“You,” your father finally said as he narrowed his eyes, “sent the castle into a frenzy looking for you.” He walked towards you, disappointment and exhaustion written on his face. “That was incredibly reckless.”
“Little girls tend to be so, your grace,” one of the councilmen chided. The others at his side chuckled. “Which is why they become pretty accessories, not rulers.”
“They say men who are well endowed give their wives sons. I wonder, my lord, why you and your wife only have daughters,” you snapped. The chuckling immediately stopped.
The noble glared at you. He pointed his finger at you and yelled, “you little – “before being interrupted by a woman’s voice.
“My love, is it true–“ the throne room doors opened and you carefully turned to see your mother. Her smile quickly faded the moment she saw your condition – the tattered dress, dirty feet, messy hair, arms bound. A frown settled on her beautiful face before she dismissed her ladies. “Leave us,” she ordered. Her ladies rushed away, but the councilmen stayed. Your mother scowled at the men. “I said leave us.”
“Your grace,” they murmured. “Your highness,” they bowed to you. The man you insulted moments ago gave you one last glare before following the others.
“My sweet girl,” your mother sighed, rushing towards you. She cupped your face in her hands and wiped some of the grime from your cheeks. She tutted before grabbing your wrists. She winced when she saw the blood and the reddening skin underneath the tight knot. “I thought you told Thor to be gentle, Anthony.”
“I told him to do whatever was necessary,” your father shrugged, “to ensure our daughter’s safe return.”
Your mother scoffed as she tried to unravel the rope, but it wouldn’t budge. “She is a princess, and you paraded her in front of the nobles as if she’s some prisoner, tied up like an animal.”
“If she only acted like a princess, then none of this would be necessary,” your father rebutted.
“If you hadn’t sold me like a broodmare, then I wouldn’t have run!” You shot back. You pulled you away from your mother to walk towards your father, pointing a finger at him with your wrists still bound together. “I won’t go through with this. I swear it! I will not marry him!”
Your father curled his lip and he slapped your hand away from him. “You will because it is your duty!” he snapped. “A marriage alliance will unite the two great nations of the north! No one will ever dare go to war on the northern kingdoms – not when we stand together.”
“You were at war with him nearly three years ago!” You argued. “If you want an alliance, draw up a treaty! Better yet, ask the Brooken king to meet you for supper!” You felt tears prick in your eyes. You were frustrated and angry. You didn’t like to argue with your father. “He’ll kill me.”
“Then we will have another war.”
“At the cost of my life!”
“Tony, stop it,” your mother chirped. Her hands found your shoulders as she tried to calm your anger.
“Tell him no, mother, please.” If anyone could get through to your stubborn father and talk some sense into him, it would be your mother. You prayed that she’d be on your side – that she wouldn’t send off her eldest daughter to another kingdom just to be an accessory to a prideful king. She averted her eyes from you to look back at your father. “This isn’t a lesson you’re sending me off to. This is the rest of my life. I’ll be some man’s breeder. I’ll be his whore by law and if I try to run, he can kill me.”
“Then, don’t run,” your father sighed. He walked over to you and pulled a blade from his cloak. Your mother gave him a startled look and he responded with a shrug as if to say you never know when you need it. He carefully sawed through the knot, releasing you from your bindings. “This is for your own good. This is for the good of the two kingdoms.”
“if you need a treaty so badly, then send a bloody diplomat!” You screamed and rubbed at the wounded skin. “Why send a bride?”
“He needs a queen he can trust,” your father said.
“You’re condemning me to a loveless marriage!”
“That is not written in stone,” your mother reasoned. She reached for your father and he took her hand. You watched as their fingers intertwined.
“Your bond is different. He’s a different man than father.”
“If York falls, Brooken follows… But not if we stand together. Do you not understand the threat we are all under?” Your father frowned. “The Mad King Thanos is overthrowing monarch after monarch. His empire steadily grows and I’m afraid if we do not unite the north, then we will all perish. Think of your little brother, Harvey. If I die at the hands of Thanos, he’s too young to lead a kingdom – to lead our men into war and win it. Think of baby Morgan. Your little sister brought into the world only months ago. If Thanos comes tomorrow, do you think he’ll have mercy on her? I can assure you that he won’t. He’s killed men, women, and children alike. He’ll kill her without hesitation.
“Please, my daughter, my eldest. If you will not do this for me – for your country, do it for them.”
“If I die, my blood is not on his hands. It will be on yours.” You spat. “How will you live knowing that you’ve condemned your eldest child to her death?”
Your father sighed. There was no use in arguing anymore. You got your stubbornness from the Stark blood that flowed through your veins.
“Your things have been packed and loaded into a carriage. Your ladies have already begun their journey. You leave at nightfall.” Your father nodded with clenched teeth. He gave you one last look. “King Steven is eager to meet you.”
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King Steven was said to love art. They say he often painted in the courtyard or in the gardens. He collected paintings and sculptures. He’s fond of decorations, they tell you. His favorite decorum was said to be the corpses of his enemies, strung up along the castle walls. A reminder to those who wished for his demise and those who plotted against him that he was and would always be victorious.
He was said to be cruel. You heard stories that he was a ruthless killer on the battlefield – that he wouldn’t stop slashing at his foe until his sword and armor were coated in their blood. You were told he never smiled and from the portraits you’ve seen of the man, it seemed to be true. He was handsome in the pictures you’ve seen. Short blonde hair, strong jaw, blue eyes. But looks could only compensate for so much.
He was married twice before. Queen Margaret and Queen Sharon. Both from the now extinct House Carter. Both queens died before they could give King Steven a child – a son.
You didn’t know the circumstances of their deaths, but some say the king was cursed. How unfortunate and unlucky does a man have to be to lose both his wives? But others have told you a different story. A story that was far more twisted and frightening.
Others claim that King Steven killed his queens.
The servants couldn’t blame you when you snuck away, bow and quiver full of arrows in hand. They even covered for you when you left through the kitchen’s exit.
But they were just rumors… How true could they be?
#steve rogers x reader#steve rogers#king steve#king steve rogers#dad tony stark#king tony stark#avengers medieval#medieval au#imagine#chris evans x reader#chris evans imagine#chris evans#captain america imagine#captain america x reader#bring him light
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FOOD//Peter Parker
Fem x Peter Parker
TW// eating disorder
Peter and I have been together since we were born. We’ve been dating since we were 13 after ignoring each other two years straight. He quickly confessed his love after I said sorry. We’re now 15. We’re pretty young. He’s spider-man. And I pretty much begged him to have Tony make me a multi-million dollar suit to make me spider-girl. He said no. But then I talked to Steve who got him to make me my own avenger suit. But technically I’m not an avenger yet.
My hero name is Y/H/N and Tony says my suit is made from a special metal but he won’t tell me what type. I let him experiment on me and use me as a lab rat. I came out with super strength, telekinesis, and teleportation. Bucky taught me how to use knives. Today we were all going for dinner as a kind gesture from Tony. Actually Pepper convinced him.
We went as fancy as we could. I showed up in this:
I went inside and the waitress lead me to our table. I really didn’t want to come. I only said yes for Nat and Peter. “Hi guys” I waved. Peter stared in awe and I blushed. They all looked shocked. “You look like a girl?” Tony said confused. Most times they’d seen me I was wearing baggie clothes and beanies. “Uhh thanks?” I said quietly. Peter pat the spot next to him and I sat next to him on the soft padded chair. I kissed him “hi Spider-boy.” He blushed “you look ravishing. Pretty. Gorgeous.” I giggled a little pleased by the comments and excitement “thanks love.” I held his hand under the table.
Lately I hadn’t been eating since I started gaining weight. I didn’t tell anyone. Peter came over one evening and saw me in a crop top and shorts for the first time I quickly covered myself up and he turned away “sorry. Go ahead and change I’ll wait.” Was all he said squeezing his eyes shut at the wall. He made me dinner the day after that. I gave it to my dogs while he wasn’t looking and I felt so bad.
First the appetizers came. It was nachos, I glanced at it then looked at my feet. “Y/N have some.” Steve said kindly. I shook my head “I’m gonna save myself for the main course. Thanks though.” He nodded and the waitress pulled out her notepad the second time since we’d arrived “what would you like to drink?” She asked looking at me first. I let out a loud sigh “uhhh.. water.” Peter looked at me with concern and whispered “you okay? Usually you eat a lot and order a lot of soda?” I nodded “just tired. Sorry babe.” My eyelids were heavy and usually I’d drink a monster to help at this time but I couldn’t. “Don’t be sorry. It’s my fault. I kept you up all night building my legos with Ned.” I shrugged “it’s okay.” I said kissing his cheek. When we looked back up it was his turn “uhhh coke?” The waitress nodded and was gone within seconds. My stomach grumbled and I tensed knowing Peter heard it. “C’mon love. Eat.” I shook my head “no it’s not that. Yesterday my mom made something absolutely gross and my stomach kind of hurts.” I felt awful lying to him. But I had to stay perfect for him. I was desperate to have Natashas body. Wandas. Even peppers. I would take anyone’s body over mine. I have stretch marks on my thighs, I’m over the average weight for my age, I have a heat allergy, and I’m very short. The list goes on forever. Not to mention the acne.
After ordering our main courses which mine was just a salad, Steve and Natasha looked at me funny “you love this restaurant? You love steak!” Steve said in a confused tone “Yeah… what’s wrong? You seem off.” By this point I wasn’t seeing straight. I missed going to the gym today so that I wouldn’t look so pale. It’s been at least a week. This was bound to happen sooner or later. “Yeah. Just my mom made this terrible meatloaf yesterday. I’m still recovering.” What I didn’t know was aunt May would be coming. She sent food home for me and my mom and I just put it in the fridge. She came in “Hey guys. Sorry I’m late, I couldn’t find my dress.” I choked on my water and coughed “sorry. Hi aunt May.” She waved “how was the food last night?” I shrugged drowsily “I ate my mom’s meatloaf. Sorry May.” She rose a brow “I thought that was for tomorrow?” Fuck. I shook my head “she changed her mind.” May nodded and I rested my head on Peters shoulder. Our food came and May ordered. I poked and prodded at my food and Natasha sighed loudly “okay I’ve seen enough why aren’t you eating?” I shrugged “I’m not feeling well.” She rolled her eyes “Y/N I know you better than you know yourself what’s going on?” I sighed standing up and wobbling “shut up. Stop asking me if I’m fine for gods sakes.” Oh no. Nononono. Fuck. I stumbled and Steve, Peter, and Natasha jumped out of there seats. I closed my eyes but they weren’t opening up again. I felt myself tumble into someone’s arms. Warm and stringy. Peter.
When I opened my eyes again I was connected to a couple tubes and wires but I wasn’t at the hospital. I knew this room too well. I was in the Avengers tower. “Morning.” Tony said smiling. I rolled over and he called the Avengers in. “She’s fine.” He said when Steve and Natasha bursted in right behind Peter. “How are you feeling?” Steve asked concerned. I only shrugged. I needed energy “Can I have a monster?” I asked as I sat up slowly. Peter shook his head “No. Mj called. She told me about your little diet! You can’t live off of monsters and water.” I sighed “it doesn’t matter.” He shook his head faster tears in his eyes. “No! I love you. So it does matter because I need you.” He put a hand on my cheek “why? You’re so beautiful.” I shook my head as the others came in.
I looked at them then looked at Peter. “Look at the girls. Look at Natasha. Everyone falls at their feet. Look at aunt May and Pepper. Look at Wanda. Look at them.” He looked at them confused “I don’t get it.” I shook my head looking at the floor, tears spilling out. “They are so perfect. They have nice boobs and good Ass. They are the perfect weight. They can just eat and still look like fucking Models Peter. Everyone wants to be them or is in love with them. I’d kill to look like them. Natasha knelt “I didn’t get this way starving myself sweetheart.” I looked away and Steve knelt on the other side of me “you’re so beautiful. You don’t have to look like Natasha. Or Pepper or Wanda or Sharon or anyone that isn’t you. You like being yourself don’t you?” I nodded and looked at Loki and Thor “Liz and Flash were making fun of me for it. Liz said I was hideous. Flash said I was worse than Ned. So I stood up for Ned but I couldn’t seem to do the same for me.” Loki pulled his daggers out and I shook my head “I was so frozen. It was pathetic.” Banner shook his head “that’s not pathetic. It’s okay to be scared sometimes. It’s not your fault.”
I hid my face in the crook of peters neck holding Steve’s hand. Steve was always my favourite and he was even my crush. But nobody went over Peters head. “Mj kept telling me I was pretty but it’s so easy for you guys to talk. You have hot perfect bodies. Like Steve has really hot abs. Because they aren’t like “I’ll crush you” abs but they’re “let’s cuddle and kiss” abs. Natashas body is self explanatory, and Peter. Oh Peter. You have the cutest face ever and that one time I saw you in your boxers- oh my god. Whatever! Point in fact is you’re all so perfect and ripped and you probably have really big-“ Peter slapped a hand over my mouth “okay. That’s enough talking.” I giggled a bit.
After that it took me a while to get back to my regular eating habits. But someone would always check in. I was only given rehab monsters till I could stop drinking them all together. They agreed not to tell my family as long as I ate properly. It was fun being able to eat whatever I wanted again. But I still felt conscious about my weight so Nat would help me find better ways to lose weight. We always dragged Wanda Pepper Steve May Peter and Tony to the gym. Often, Steve would bring Bucky and Sharon. I mostly just felt the urge to punch Sharon. Pepper would even bring Maria. Though I was getting healthier I was still finding that I wasn’t always feeling good. Steve said it’s because I have to stop staying up and playing with Peters lego but Nat thinks it’s just my body getting back into its old habits. Tony said it’s from listening to anything Steve says and Bruce says that it’s normal and my body is detoxing or something. Peter just likes to give me cuddles and kisses and belly rubs. Fury tells me he just wants everyone to shut up. Thor thinks I might not be able to go back to normal.
I hope you guys liked, it’s my first time writing about things like this so I hope you enjoyed it :)
#avengers endgame#avengers#glorious purpose#tom holland#spider man#eating problems#15#natasha romanoff#Steve Rodgers#mom and dad vibes#lowkey daddy vibes from Steve rn
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Fic Writer Tag Game
How many works do you have on AO3? 263
What’s your total AO3 word count? 4,901,188
How many fandoms have you written for, and what are they? including the fandoms on FFnet, that haven't yet been moved over to ao3, that'd be a total of 37. separating the larger fandoms (marvel, dcu) into their individual parts: Thor; Arrow; Smallville; The Vampire Diaries; Glee; Captain America; Supernatural; Teen Wolf; Iron Man; Life with Derek; Firefly; Friday Night Lights; X-Men; Fantastic Four; Harry Potter; Sons of Anarchy; Girl Meets World; Batman; Daredevil; From Dusk Till Dawn: The Series; Transformers; Lost Girl; Game of Thrones; Banshee; High School Musical; The OC; One Tree Hill; CSI: New York; Degrassi; Gossip Girl; NCIS; The Unusuals; Criminal Minds; iCarly; Secret Life of the American Teenager; Twilight; and The Listener
What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
1. and I wonder (if everything could ever feel this real forever) - darcy/bucky - Steve tells him that Darcy's harmless. Bucky imagines, on paper, Darcy is harmless. HYDRA wouldn't give her a second glance. But he does. He can barely keep his eyes off her. He's not sure he wants to. | Kudos: 5576
2. I Climbed The Tree To See The World (When The Gusts Came Around To Blow Me Down, I Held On As Tightly As You Held On To Me) - darcy centric | darcy/steve - The path to self-discovery, including becoming Coulson's assistant-slash-liaison-slash-bff, Captain America's lady love, and rating fourth on the SHIELD BAMF scale, was like the yellow brick road; it was chaos and confusion around every bend. | Kudos: 3973
3. Take a little piece of my heart (and keep it for yourself) - oliver/felicity - A collection of Olicity prompts on Tumblr posted here for easier access/reading. | Kudos: 3498
4. You put your arms around me (and I'm home) - darcy/bucky - A collection of Darcy/Bucky oneshots, drabbles, and prompt fills. | Kudos: 3293
5. you (anchor me back down) - darcy/bucky - "I'll be right back." Famous last words. | Kudos: 2747
Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? not all of them. i do try to keep up on them, especially on longer stories when there's been significant wait times in between chapters, or when a reader is asking a question or is unclear on something. and especially when someone writes a really indepth comment/review, i like to respond to those and talk about motivations and character growth.
What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending? I've written a number of fics that either had suicide or major character death, so i'm not sure if one outranks the other in terms of most angsty... hmm... i remember "be still and know that I'm with you (be still and know that I am here)" and "light a match, burn the world to ash (I will watch it die, and hold your hand as I fly)" both got some pretty intense reactions when they were posted. And "It's Your Song That Sets Me Free (I Sing It While I Feel I Can't Go On)" was basically just angst from beginning to end. buuuuut, i think i'll say "so you think you can tell (heaven from hell" was, only because there's a build up of everything going so right, only to pivot at the end, so it feels very bittersweet.
Do you write crossovers? If so what’s the craziest one you’ve written? i loooooove crossovers. i find writing in the marvel fandom makes things quite easy, but also smallville. as long as i can find a common thread, i enjoy finding a way to overlap two shows. i'll say the hardest one to write was "ruby red slippers (unavailable in her size)." I'm not sure why, but i found writing each personality together just felt strange. i liked the idea behind the story, but i definitely remember feeling like i was really forcing myself to keep going, like something just didn't fit right.
Have you ever received hate on a fic? oh, definitely. you cannot please everyone, it's impossible. for the most part, hate comes and i either argue back, take the criticism for what it's worth, or just ignore it when it's baseless. i think the hate that bothered me the most was a homophobic PM someone sent me re: "you know I will adore you ('til eternity)," on FFnet. i actually went and searched it up. they've since blocked me so i can't read our whole thread back and forth. but i did put part of it on tumblr so i could rant on it a bit, so you can see that here.
Do you write smut? If so what kind? ha. yes. depending on the story, it can be really detailed or really flowery. it depends on the ship, the plot, and how graphic i feel like being. i've definitely become more comfortable over the years with my writing. that said, i think everybody likes something different. i once had a reviewer tell me a sex scene was too much, just too intense. it was a stefan/caroline story and to be fair, that entire oneshot was just them fucking, lol, but it is what it is. to each their own.
Have you ever had a fic stolen? Multiple times.
Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes! for the record, i am always happy to have my stories translated and shared. i just like having a link sent to me and to be credited.
What’s your all time favorite ship? i have a list of OTPs, because interests change and as shows come and go, my love for a ship can be shelved for a while before it pops back up at random. currently, i can't get enough of buck/eddie from 9-1-1. and, historically, chloe/oliver (smallville) and felicity/oliver (arrow) have been two of my top OTPs. but i think i'd have to go with bonnie/damon. they had all the potential and the show dropped the ball by not exploring it. at the same time, that's kind of a blessing, because i don't trust those writers to properly explore what they had without eventually destroying it for the likes of de/ena. it means a treasure trove for writing where it could have gone and all the what if's.
What’s a WIP that you want to finish, but don’t think you ever will? the intention is always to finish. but given how i feel about allison mack and how that impacts my feelings re: chloe sullivan, pretty much anything with her as a main character is not something i see myself returning to.
What are your writing strengths? What are your writing weaknesses? i'm putting these together because my strength is my weakness. i love to write. when i get an idea, i go all in and i will skip eating and sleeping to just write write write. but i also eventually hit a wall and i get so many ideas that i hyperfocus on one until the steam is gone and then i hyperfocus on the next one to maintain that need to keep writing, accidentally leaving the last story in the dust for entirely too long. i also have clinical depression that comes and goes, which hasn't been super great mixed with covid and isolation, so more often recently, i find myself overly exhausted and despite wanting to write, can rarely get motivated to do so. so, pre-covid, wrote so much i left entirely too many stories dangling. during covid, i've just been reading and struggling to get myself focused enough to do what i love.
What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? i appreciate the authenticity when possible, but i've recently been reading more about how native speakers of other languages feel when a) their language is butchered by google translate, or b) it's just not genuine in terms of how bilingual speakers act or speak.
What was the first fandom you’ve written for? it was smallville, but i remember adopting it out to someone else because i wasn't going to finish it. so if you look at my ffnet, the first fandom i wrote for appears to be x-men: the movie, but i remember writing a chloe/oliver story prior to that.
What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written? i have a lot. i mean, on ffnet, i have 576 stories, many of which were transferred over to ao3, with a lot of oneshots and drabbles getting joined together into collections. so there's a ton to pick from that span a 14-ish year timeline.
"you know I will adore you ('til eternity)" and "let me break (the walls that surround me)" hold a special place in my heart.
honestly, each story is important in its own way. there are bits and pieces of each that i love. every time i write something new it feels like my favorite. my best. and then a new idea comes along. there are scenes i've written that i loved more than the whole of what they became. lines that stand out that are almost too good to be a part of the larger picture.
one of my all time favorite passages i've written was bonnie's thoughts on damon and herself in 'if you love me (let me go)":
He is far from perfect. He is a novel of red, corrective ink. He is frayed pages and torn binding. His life, his choices, his mistakes leave lasting effects on everyone he meets.
She is a lifeboat with a hole in it. An anchor that drowns in the sea while everyone else remains steady above. She is both the calm and the storm, and while she screams that she will not be tamed, she cries. Bittersweet tears that go unnoticed and uncared about.
there are other stories, other pieces of dialogue, that i've been proud of. that make me laugh when i re-read them. that make me cry. and i love them. there are others that make me wilt and cringe and regret. it's a process. love and pride and growth, all bound together.
Tagging: @absentlyabbie, @anonymous033, and anyone else who'd like to fill this all out, haha
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This chapter is a monster so I’m splitting it up into two parts. If y’all wouldn’t mind letting me know if you’re still reading this, I would appreciate it forever.
Small Time Witch (21) part 1
Most of the time when Loki remembered his dreams they were of you or his mother. Sometimes he dreamt of his coronation as king of Asgard with you by his side. The last several nights he would wake up frantic having dreamt of Asgard in ruin. Ragnarok was imminent. He tried several times to reach Thor to no avail. He would go to Asgard in the morning.
You rolled over half asleep reaching out to the warm body that wasn’t there. This is the third time this week Loki had a nightmare. “Lok?”
“In here” he called from the den.
“Another nightmare?” You hugged him from behind. He kissed your hands.
“I don’t think they are nightmares. I think they are warnings. I can’t get in touch with Thor. I’ll have to go to Asgard in the morning.”
“Can I come?”
“I’m afraid not. I don’t know what’s happening and I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“I can help.” You let a little spark jump between your fingers.
“I know you can, Pet. At worst something terrible is happening and I’ll have to help. Which means I will be too distracted worrying about your safety to fight. At best I’m just having nightmares, I’ll see the healers and I’ll be home by the next day. I promise.”
You pouted but didn’t argue. You hated seeing him this worried. You made him a cup of tea and sat with him until he was ready to go back to bed. When you yawned for the third time he tried to get you to go on without him.
“That’s it. Off with you” he said over his book.
“I’m not tired. I want to stay up with you. Hey, Loki, I can put you to sleep like you used to do when I had nightmares.” You slid your hand into the waistband of his pajamas and started stroking his cock. It was only a matter of seconds before it was hard and throbbing in your hand. He always responded so well to your touch.
You didn’t even make it into the bedroom. He bent you over the arm of the sofa and pounded you silly. He made you cum three times before he was able to meet his release. After all that you were a half dead mess. He was still wide awake.
“Shall I carry you, my queen? I’m quite strong you know?” He pulled you from the couch and all but dragged you to bed.
“How are you still so awake?” He shushed you as you climbed under the covers. “Don’t leave me. Get in bed.” You rested your head on his chest and fell asleep before he could turn off the light. Sleep never came for him.
In the morning he made you breakfast and woke you with his tongue diving into your snatch. Your all time favorite wake up. You sat on his lap throughout breakfast. He insisted. It was like he couldn’t get enough of you. Since you returned from Alfheim you hadn’t been apart for more than a few hours. Not knowing when he’s return was making you both a little antsy.
“How will I know you’re there?” you asked impatiently.
“You’ll know. The pull will not be as strong.” His voice was low and somber. You both hated that thought.
“How will I know if you’re hurt or worse?” He grabbed your chin and looked into your eyes.
“If I die, you will too. Remember? The rings keep us bound. They’re still Yggdrasil. My soul is still there.”
“How comforting. What if I take it off to wash my hands and that’s the moment you die. Will I still die?”
He rolled his eyes, “Yes. The moment you return the ring to your finger. You’ll be bound to a dead soul.”
Your stomach was in knots. “Good. Because if you die I’ll find you and drag you out of Hel myself. I’m not feeling good about this, Lok. Let me come with you. Or don’t go. We’ll try Thor again.”
Loki sighed deeply. My my, you were peevish this morning. “Y/N. I have to go. I will be back. I love you more than anything. Much more than Asgard. I promise if anything happens I’ll get out of there and come right home. I promise.” He kissed you deeply. He didn’t want to let go. He looked worried. “I love you, Y/N. Not even death can change that.”
“Please don’t say it like that. I love you too, Lok.” He called for Heimdall and he was off.
You tried to occupy yourself but your mind kept going back to him. After your third cup of tea you decided to go relax in the yard. You grabbed a book and a blanket. You read the same sentence a few times and finally gave up. It was no use. That was it. You had been coupled for so long that you forgot how to be with yourself.
It was really no surprise how broken up you were about Loki being away. You were the same way when you and Andrew broke up. This was different. You and Loki weren’t breaking up. You were blissfully happy. You still had a nagging feeling in your chest that something wasn’t right.
That night you dreamt of a world burning down around you. You tried to get to Loki but you couldn’t in time. Every time you closed your eyes you saw his lifeless face looking back at you purple bruised and bleeding. It made you physically ill.
You did everything in your power to reach Loki. Nothing worked. You searched through his books to try to find a way to access the Bifrost. That was either magic Loki couldn’t do or he didn’t have it in his books. You stumbled across one book titled The Joy of Interstellar Space Travel. When you opened it the pages looked a little off. You place your hand in the center and it went right through the book into a little hole. This must be where Loki kept the tasseract and now it’s gone. Your brain flew into a panic and you started shouting for Heimdall.
You had to stop Loki from doing whatever stupid thing he was about to do. Heimdall never answered. Maybe Strange could get you there. You ran into the kitchen to grab your keys when you heard Loki’s voice.
He looked like he had taken a beating. Exhaustion wracked his body. You tried to touch his face but your hand went right through. He was too weak to make his double corporeal.
“Oh, Loki.”
You could see the tears streaming down his face. “Y/N, I’m not going to make it home. I know I promised and I am so sorry...”
“No” you shook your head furiously, “you promised! Come home. Please!”
He shushed you and cursed himself for not being able to touch you. “I don’t have much time. I need you to warn Wanda and Strange. Tell them Thanos is coming for the stones. You have to hurry. He already has two.”
“What do you mean? If you go I go. I won’t be here to tell them..”
“Yes you will. You have to take off your ring.”
“No! Loki! No! I’m coming with you. I’ll find you in Hel.” You were trembling violently and sobbing. Nothing he could say would calm you.
“You have to. Please. This wouldn’t be happening if I hadn’t taken the tasseract. It’s my fault. Half of our people are gone. I need you to do this.”
“Fuck everyone else. We’re supposed to spend eternity wandering around the afterlife together. We said vows. If you didn’t mean it then....”
He could see logic had escaped you at this point so he got more forceful. “Stop being such a fucking brat and do as I say! Take off the damned ring! NOW. You need to live. You just have to. I’m sorry that this is happening but you shouldn’t be made to suffer because of me.”
He may as well have slapped you. Both of you were prostrate with grief. With every ounce of strength he had he forced his double to solidify so that he may feel you one more time. He placed his hands on the side of your face and made you to see him.
“I love you. Please say you love me. My little queen. Tell me.”
“I love you, Loki. Please don’t leave me. What am I supposed to do without you?”
He took a deep strained breath. Blood was trickling out of his nose and his eyes were rimmed red, “Live.” He snatched the ring off your finger and fizzled out.
You screamed his name like a wild banshee and summoned a wind that knocked everything off the walls. You couldn’t feel your body tumbling to the floor. You couldn’t breathe. You were certain for a split second your heart stopped. The blood rushing through your ears was so loud you couldn’t hear your phone ringing. You held out your hand to bring it over. On the other end was Wanda’s panicked voice.
“Y/N! What happened? Y/N!”
Your voice was very calm and monotone, “Thanos is coming for the stone. You have to get Vision out of there. Loki’s dead. Thanos has the tasseract. I have to call Strange.”
You hung up and dialed Strange’s number. No answer. Your television clicked on. You hadn’t turned it on. The news story flashed on the screen saying that New York was attacked. Thanos was already on his way.
You stayed on the kitchen floor clutching your ring and you cried. There was nothing else you had strength for.
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STEVE
The Quinjet could not carry Steve to New York fast enough. He paced the entire time they were in the air. He kept trying your phone but it was going right to voicemail.
“Pick up, damn it.”
Wanda assured him you were still alive. She couldn’t concentrate long enough to feel you. He called Ororo.
“Captain Rogers. Good to hear from you. What are we looking at?”
“A mad titan coming to earth to collect stones that will help him wipe out half the population.”
“Must be a Tuesday,” she said in jest. “How can we help?”
Steve let out a deep sigh, “We stopped some of his followers in Belfast. I’m sure you saw they captured Tony Stark in New York. Truthfully I have no idea. Ororo, is Y/N alone?”
“She is. She won’t let anyone in the house. Agatha can’t get through the magic she put up. She’s umm...” her voice faltered, “she’s in so much pain. Jean can’t get through to her. Logan has stationed himself outside. When we first got there all we could hear was her screaming. She won’t let us help her.”
“Ok. We’ll be in New York in a few hours. Let me know if anything changes.” He hung up and braced himself against the wall. Bucky put his hand on Steve’s shoulder to comfort him. “Buck, when we land I want you to go straight to Y/N.” Bucky nodded and paced the floor with him.
As soon as they got back to the compound Steve tried calling you again. This time you answered but didn’t say anything. He could hear you sniffling on the other end. “Y/N, Bucky is coming to get you ok? You need to let him in.” You didn’t answer him at first. His heart was breaking for you. He squeezed his eyes his eyes shut, “Come on, Princess, I know you can hear me. Say something.”
“Ok” Click. At least that was something. Bucky grabbed some keys and found the car they belonged to. He raced to you as fast as he could. When he pulled up Logan greeted him.
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“She won’t let anyone in” Logan huffed.
Bucky advanced towards the house. He was scared to death that you were going to kill him. “She knew I was on the way. What’s stopping you from getting in? Will it kill me if I try?”
“Not exactly. It’s just that when you get close you can’t move. Like your body won’t advance or doesn’t want to. I can’t explain it accurately.” Logan was flustered. He had been trying to get to you for hours with no luck.
“Can she hear us talking or should I call her phone?”
“She can hear.”
The front door and windows were open. You were sitting on the couch staring at the wall. You looked so lost and pissed. Really pissed. The most scary thing is that you looked like you were scheming. Murderously scheming. Bucky hoped that none of Loki’s stupid tendencies rubbed off on you.
He got as close as you would allow and he spoke softly. “Hey, doll. Steve sent me to get you. We don’t want you to be alone. But if you don’t want to go I will sit here and wait as long as you want. But, I haven’t watched this season of Drag Race. If you want to let me in I can watch with you. I brought the essentials.”
Agatha perked up, “Keep going, Bucky. It’s working” she whispered.
“I have Funions from the gas station. I know you like road trip snacks. I also have peanut butter M&M’s and Oreos. If you have some ice cream we can make milkshakes. I have bourbon if you want to make it interesting. Not the fancy kind. That rot got Irish shit that burns when you swallow....”
“I hope you brought enough for everyone” you finally said. Bucky stood up and gingerly stepped into the doorway.
“I have plenty. Didn’t know how long I’d be here. Can we come in?”
“Door’s open, Buck.” He walked in quietly and sat on the couch.
“Everyone calm down. I’m not going to flip out. Sit down. Eat. I have leftovers in the fridge. Wolfie have you ever seen Drag Race?”
After a few drinks and lots of snacks everyone was ready to get some sleep. Ororo, Jean and Agatha headed back to the school. It wasn’t a long drive. You promised to call in the morning. No way Logan was leaving you. He set himself up in Thor’s room. Wade found the other bedroom. Bucky offered to take the couch but you asked him to sleep in bed with you.
He shot Steve a text. Instead of texting back he called.
“Hey. How’s it going over there?” Steve was very anxious. He didn’t know how to talk to you.
“Fine. I’m going to see if she’ll get some sleep. Agatha made her some tea. Said it had a mild sedative. I’m going to sit up with her.”
“Is she around? Can I talk to her?”
“You’re on speaker.”
It was quiet for a moment. “Hey, Steve. I’m ok. Well I’m not ok. I’m fucking gutted. I’m ok for now. I’ll go back with Bucky in the morning.”
“Take your time, sweetheart. We do kind of need all hands on deck though. I know the girls are dying to see you too. Get some sleep ok?”
“Ok.” and you clicked off the phone. “Has he always sounded like a worried mother or is that new?”
“Be nice” Bucky scolded. “He’s just worried. We all are. I’m going to shut off the light ok? Sleep.”
You held on to Bucky the whole night. You fought against the sedative for as long as you could but it finally won. As soon as you closed your eyes, there he was. Loki’s face was purple bruised and bloodied. His neck looked broken. His eyes were open and just stared unfocused. You tentatively reached out a hand to touch him but you pulled back.
You wanted to hit him, to scream in his face. You couldn’t bring yourself to move. Finally, you crawled towards him and situated yourself where you were laying against his chest. You used to fall asleep listening to his heart beating. There was only silence. You pulled his arm over you and tried to will him to wake up. When you squeezed him harder he turned to dust in your arms. You screamed and, judging by the look on the three men’s faces, you were screaming for real.
“Sorry, guys. Bad dream.” You settled back down and kept having the same dream. You didn’t scream anymore. You just held him as long as you could.
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The next morning you sent Logan and Wade home. You promised them you would be ok and that you wouldn’t murder a Titan without calling them first. You and Bucky chatted on the car ride back. The conversation was light and took your mind off of things.
When you got closer to the compound you got quiet. Seeing everyone again was making you feel anxious. Bucky held your hand. It felt like the first time you visited the compound with Wanda. Loki made you feel so safe.
You were trying to keep your emotions in check but when you saw Wanda, all of that went out of the window. She wrapped you in her arms and you melted down. “We were really happy.” Was all you could say. She and Nat took you upstairs so they could help you take a bath.
Bucky plopped in the chair. Steve looked at him like he wanted to ask a question but he was reluctant.
“How did she sleep?” he finally asked.
“She screamed in her sleep all night. Every time I thought she settled down it would happen again. The three of us took turns keeping watch. She electrocuted Wade once when he tried to shake her awake. It was pretty funny. She’s not ok, Steve.”
Steve signed and rubbed his face, “Shit. Why don’t you go take a nap and we’ll meet downstairs in a couple of hours?”
Already nodding off, Bucky didn’t have to be told twice. Steve paced outside of your door wanting to see you so badly. Finally Nat came out to get you some water.
“Does she want to eat? Can I see her?” He followed Nat down the hall bombarding her with questions.
She put her hand on his shoulder, “I know there are probably still feelings in there but you have to reign them in. She just lost her husband. Let her grieve before you swoop in.”
“I’m not swooping. Who is swooping? Wait! Husband?! They’re married?”
“Yes. Apparently he figured out a way to share his immortality with her. In doing so some elf priest split their souls and intertwined them together. If she puts back on her wedding ring she dies. It’s complicated.”
Steve’s head was spinning. He was still trying to understand the very simple fact that you and Loki were husband and wife.
“Does she want to see me?” His voice was small and timid.
Nat rolled her eyes, “Just go, Steve.”
He opened the door slowly and peered around the corner. You were sitting on the bed with your head in your hands. Wanda was rubbing your back.
He had never presumed that his relationship with you was on the same level as what you had with Loki. He did not share your twin abilities to know what the other is feeling. But this time, he could feel the despair drifting off of you like a fog.
He knelt beside the bed to try to see your face. You didn’t acknowledge him but you didn’t pull away. He had no words of comfort to give you. He could not take your pain away. He could only offer support.
“How can I help?” he whispered. You sat up and took his hands in hours. Your face was haggard and your body somehow looked frail.
“You can’t. I know it’s your nature to try to fix things but you can’t. Just be my friend.”
“Then that’s what I’ll do. Wanda, why don’t you go check on Vision? See how the plans are coming. I’ll stay here.”
Wanda was reluctant to leave. She promised not to go far. As soon as the door clicked closed Steve got into bed with you and scooped you into his lap. You buried your face in his shirt and screamed until you passed out. He held on to you as tight as he could to absorb as much as you would give.
The whole team hovered outside of your door until Steve came out. “She’s asleep. Let’s go hash this out. Let her get some rest.”
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The Tower: The Queen of Asgard - 31
The Tower: The Queen of Asgard An Avengers Fanfic
Series Masterlist PREVIOUS //
Pairing: Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)
Word Count: 1992
Warnings: None
Synopsis: The twins are now three and while the Avengers know that Clint and Thor are the biological father’s none of them know or care which blond, blue-eyed baby is related to which man. When Riley gets the power to control wind and it becomes evident that she is the heir to the Asgardian throne, Elly, Steve, Thor, and Tony take the twins to Asgard to train her.
Not every Asgardian is happy with their king’s choice of consort, nor the impurity of the heir’s blood. While others expect Thor to make things more official. What’s clear is, the role of Queen of Asgard is not easily filled.
Author’s Note: Written with @fanficwriter013
The Bonding
I stood waiting at the door to the throne room with Clarke. My heart was beating in my throat. I could hear the crowd through the door, and it did not sound small. Pietro and Riley held my hands as I stared at the door, waiting for the signal to come through.
“You ready?” Clarke asked.
I swallowed thickly and nodded. “Sounds like a lot of people.”
Clarke shrugged. “He’s the king.”
Music sounded up and the crowd hushed. I took a deep breath and the doors were pulled open. Clarke went through the door first and I followed after her, holding Riley and Pietro’s hands. The music playing was more of a loud fanfare than a wedding processional and it drowned out most of the other sound. Which was impressive really, because there were thousands of people there. The throne room had been opened up in a way I wasn’t aware was possible. The walls at the end and curving around to the sides had been opened up and the crowd flowed down and outside. I couldn’t see an end to the people.
Because of that, I had actually entered the throne room from the side and so a path had been cut through the crowd made by rows of guards dressed in identical gold armor. Clarke and I followed it around to the center of the huge space. The huge winged throne sat shimmering at the end of the aisle ahead of us and on the top of the stairs. In front of it stood Thor with an old man wearing deep purple and gold robes. The man had a long beard that reached his naval and was braided with gold thread.
Thor wore a long pale blue jacket that was fastened to his neck with large silver buttons. Around his waist sat a loose belt in black and silver and there was a cape attached to his shoulders with silver buttons that matched those on the jacket. The cape was a similar material to my dress, but closer to satin. It shimmered with a color to represent all of us. Red, blue, green, purple, black and gold.
I couldn’t see the others yet, but as we began to walk down the center aisle the music changed. It became more processional in feel and softer. It set off the crowd and they roared with excitement. Clapping their hands and stomping their feet. Pietro panicked and started trying to scale me. I picked him up and it set the crowd who were closer to us off into louder applause. People called out to us like they were trying to grab our attention. Riley was loving it. She waved at people when she heard her name, and she waved at Thor up on the platform. When we finally caught sight of the others she began to wiggle with excitement, skipping her way up the aisle toward them.
The men were all wearing similar cuts of jacket. Each was long and high-necked, though each was unique to them. Clint’s was pale lavender with an asymmetric breast that buttoned from his shoulder to his diagonally opposite hip. The fabric was embossed, but with what, I couldn’t tell from where I was.
Sam wore dark grey, with plum embossing. It was intricate, but even from as far back as I was I could tell there were birds amongst the scrollwork. Rather than buttons, there were large ornate clasps in silver that attached on both sides of the join.
Bruce was in deep indigo. The buttons were hidden and it was relatively free of embellishments but around his neck, he wore a loose scarf in a dark shimmering green that was tucked into a wide black belt around his waist.
Tony’s was dark red with ornate gold embossing. Unlike any of the others, it had wide lapels and was double-breasted, with large gold buttons running up both breasts.
Bucky wore dark blue with silver threaded through it. He had similar clasps as Sam and the shoulders on his suit were wedged so they protruded out further than the sleeves.
Finally, Steve was in something closely resembling Thor’s. However, his suit was a blue that sat between Bucky’s and Thors with silver embossing. He had a cape buttoned on his shoulders of a dark red.
With them walked their chosen attendant. Each dressed in clothing that was a blend of beautiful garments and armor. Scott walked ahead of Steve, Coulson with Clint, Rhodey with Sam, Hill with Natasha, Happy with Tony, Vision with Wanda, T’Challa with Bucky, and Jax with Bruce.
Riley sped up her gate to an almost trot and managed to reach Steve before the rest of us had. She grabbed hold of his leg and he chuckled and took her hand, walking with her the rest of the way to the throne. Pietro had predicted correctly. Steve’s eyes glistened with tears, while Sam and Clint each had a few stray tears escape when they caught sight of everyone. Tony was openly weeping as he looked from Bruce to me. What Pietro hadn’t predicted was that Thor was also crying with joy.
When we reached the steps, Loki stepped forward and took Pietro from me, who quickly buried his face in his Aunt’s neck to hide from the crowd. She went to take Riley from Steve but the little girl had already run directly to the throne and was trying to scale it. Thor gave his sister a small shake of the head and flick of the wrist to let her know it was fine. The people closest had all started laughing at their future ruler’s antics and a few people were pointing at her as she made herself comfortable. Our friends went and stood to the side opposite Loki and the Warriors Three while the rest of our friends stood at the front of the steps.
The nine of us stood in a semi-circle around Thor and the High Priest, excitement, and nerves written on everyone’s features at varying levels.
The priest took a step up and Thor moved down to our level. “Friends, loved ones, people of Asgard!” The priest shouted, his voice amplified through the space. “We gather here today in the house of our King and under the eyes of the gods to bear witness to the joining of these people. This large group who, despite the odds in the grand universe, have found each other, and whose souls are destined to be linked. We are but small creatures in the vast universe, but to travel through it with such love is a blessing.”
He turned his attention to the ten of us standing in front of him. “Our lovers stand here, humbled before us and ask that the universe recognize their joint destiny and bind them together to it but first they must make the vows with an open heart and clear mind. These vows are unbreakable and must not be made lightly.”
We all looked at each other and then back to the high priest and Thor gave a nod.
“Do you stand before me, the gods and your citizens to commit to a life shared together? Do you promise to protect, love and cherish each other, each day, through the course of your lives? To share in each other’s burdens and help bring down the barriers you put up at the low times? To be open and honest with each other? To care for each other and allow yourselves to be cared for? To accept, love and nurture any children born of your union, regardless of biological connection within or outside the group? To show patience with each other and your children. To support each other and most of all to love each other through every challenge you face? Do you vow it?”
There was not a single second of hesitation from any of us and when we spoke it was in chorus. “I do.”
An attendant approached holding a long thick gold cord and a spool of silver thread. They guided us to stand in a circle spaced evenly and we each placed our right hand on top of each other’s.
He began to wind and crisscross the rope around our hands and as he did it seemed to crackle with electricity and a soft purple mist wound around our arms. The attendant moved around us with the thread, binding our bodies, both individually and to each other.
“Do you promise to share in each other’s pain and seek to alleviate it?” The high priest asked.
“We do,” we replied in unison.
“And so the binding is made,” he said as a rumble sounded in the sky above. “Do you promise to share in each other’s laughter and to look for the positive in each other?”
“We do.”
The sound of thunder was louder this time and was joined with a crack of lightning. “And so the binding is made,” the priest said. “Do you promise to share in each other’s burdens so that you can each grow together?”
“We do.”
“And so the binding is made. Do you promise to share in each other’s dreams?”
“We do.”
“And so the binding is made. Do you promise to take the heat of passion and use it to temper the strength of the union? A union that will last thousands of years?”
“We do.”
Thunder crashed above us and rattled the foundations of the building, and everyone around looked up at the sky before breaking out into applause. “And so the binding is made,” the high priest said.
We were now completely bound to each other. Our hands tied by the thick gold rope, while a web had been created connecting us to each other with the silver thread. The purple mist swirled around our arms and electricity danced off our skin.
“As your hands are bound together now, so your lives and spirits are joined in the union of love and trust. This bond is not formed by these cords, but rather by the love you have for each other. For always you hold in your own hands the fate of this union. Above you are the stars and below you is stone. Like stars, your love should be a constant source of light, and like stone, a firm foundation to build on.
“May these hands that hold each other be blessed this day. May they always hold each other. May they have the strength to hang on during storms of stress and the dark of disillusionment. May they remain tender and gentle as they nurture each other in their wondrous love. May they build a relationship founded in love, and rich in caring. May these hands be healers, protectors, shelters, and guides for each other. May they know when to hold a sword and when to hold a shield and always point the course you must follow.”
Another attendant came out holding a bottle. “To receive this blessing in full and complete the bond, you must now take a spirit journey. There you shall receive your gifts, that shall be handed to you from the Allfathers. You must use them to find each other and return to us. Trust your bond and in the gods to guide you to your true path,” he said as he moved around the group and held the bottle to each person’s lips. They each drank in turn. He came to me second to last and I took a sip. It was bitter and medicinal and I swallowed it quickly. He moved to Thor next and Thor drank what remained in the bottle.
The mist spread out around us, completely engulfing the group. Our hands all seemed to tighten in the binds and I could almost feel everyone’s pulse racing as our visions were completely blinded in the purple haze. There was a sudden flash of light and everything went white.
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What if when The Avengers fight Thanos again in Avengers 4, Thanos brings back people from the Soul Stone, but they come back under his control. Forcing the Avengers to fight their lost loved ones. Like, Captain America has to fight Bucky, again. Rocket has to fight pretty much his entire team. And Tony has to fight Peter (and for some Ironstrange, Stephen too]
I can’t write action scenes. At all.The few times I’ve tried I almost gave up on the story itself and kept them asbrief as possible. This prompt has been sitting here for half a year (!) and Ijust can’t translate the (awesome, cinematic, bombastic) pictures in my mindinto words.
So, in the mood for somethingdepressing with a bittersweet ending? Yes? Then let’s do it this way beforeEndgame comes along and everything will be changed afterwards:
So, Tony and all the rest of theAvengers have Thanos tracked down and are ready to fight till the death. All ofthem have pretty much accepted that they are not going to survive this fight.(Except Scott. That guy’s way to bubbly and optimistic. He still holds outhope.) Tony has given up long ago and it is only rage and pure spite that keepshim upright right now. Everyone knows that he not only expects to die butactually wants it. He just wants his revenge first.
The have tons of new tech. Tony,Nebula and Rocket - with help from Thor - have made amazing discoveries infusing the tech of various civilizations. They have a chance. Maybe.
Thanos, of course, sees them comingfrom lightyears away but does nothing. It’s bound to be amusing, after all.
Our heroes stand before Thanos,ready for everything. But not the thing Thanos actually does. He brings back afew very carefully chosen people - Stephen, Peter, Bucky, Sam, the Guardians. T'Challa.He would have brought back Gamora for Nebula but that’s impossible.
“Have fun,” he roars andsends his “army” against the Avengers who are frozen in shock andunable to comprehend what just happened. Bucky, in best Winter Soldier fashion,attacks Steve with all the brutal rage that has been exorcised over long monthsin Wakanda. Steve is barely able to defend himself, let alone fight.
Rocket and Nebula need a moment butare brutal in fighting back. But they don’t fight to kill, only do disable.
Peter and Stephen zero in on Tonylike SI missiles. Tony, stunned and still so full of guilt of seeing those twodisintegrate before his eyes, doesn’t even manage to deflect the first blow.Rhodey has to shield him and takes on Peter in a desperate effort to spare Tonythe pain.
Which leaves everyone occupied butStephen. Stephen, who, Tony can see that clearly, is fighting against the mindcontrol will all his considerable strength of will. He manages to slow himselfdown, to turn attacks away at the very last moment.
The fight goes badly; the Avengers tooafraid to hurt their friends and loved ones and the controlled are vicious intheir attacks. Thanos isn’t even interested after the first few minutesbut what’s done is done. He has to stay to control his fighters because there’sone who is resisting more than the rest together and who sometimes manages toalmost crack the control of the Infinity Stones.
Thanos knows who it is. He couldtake out the annoying sorcerer with a snap but it’s too amusing seeing thesorcerer struggle and Tony trying to dodge his attacks.
He’s so immersed in the drama thathe doesn’t notice Nebula detaching herself from the fight and creeping upbehind him.
What he does notice is Stephen, who,in an incredible show of strength and will, manages to slip out from under hiscontrol and turns around to throw everything his magic will give him at Thanos.So does Tony who has comprehended the situation in the fraction of a second.Nebula, seeing her chance, jumps on Thanos’ back, screams like a Banshee andplunges her daggers into his throat while Stephen wrenches the gauntlet fromhis hand with pure magic.
Steve snags it up before anyone elsehas the chance to do it. He undoes the snap but dies in the process, leavingshocked and just reawakened Sam and Bucky behind.
Stephen, totally exhausted,collapses on the floor. Not even Tony is fast enough to catch him.
All of them are hurt, all stare atSteve because they can’t believe what happened. Tony gathers a shaking andapologies mumbling Peter into his arms and holds on for dear life while Brucekneels beside an unresponsive Stephen and shakes his head at Tony.
The Avengers return home with theirdead and wounded - and one comatose sorcerer wrapped into an almost lifelesspiece of red fabric. But he wakes up, weak and confused, before they arrive onEarth.
The victory is hollow and it takesages for them to start to heal while the rest of the world has already startedto move on. But not them.
Stephen goes back home to theSanctum where he rests and recuperates under Wong’s watchful eye. Tony andPeter guilt trip each other into therapy. The wedding gets postponed;everything is too raw right now.
Tony and Peter visit Stephenregularly. He’s still the Guardian of the Sanctum but it will take him a longtime to build up his magical strength again.
Tony and Peter try to guilt trip himinto therapy, too, but are unsuccessful.
He still gets a little bit betterover time. He gets ever closer to Tony and Peter over their shared experiences.He begins to talk to Tony, who in turn does his best to be a surrogatetherapist.
When the wedding finally happensPeter and Stephen are right up there in the first row, next to Happy and therest of Tony’s and Pepper’s hand-picked family. Rhodey, of course, is Tony’s best man. Nebula stands on Pepper’s side, still unsure why she’s here and what she’s supposed to do.
Na, I can’t make Tony fight Peter. No way. Tony would just lay down his armor and let Peter do with him as he pleases. That guy already has not much of a self-preservation instinct; he’d crumple before Peter even puts a finger on him.
#the movie itself is going to be better than this#but this is what my mind came up with#this is why i don't earn any money with my ideas#endgame is going to change everything#and we've got to be ready#jack knew what he was tallking about#Anonymous#inbox
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Dinner with the Avengers (and a Turtle)
The clang of iron against wood smacked my ears sharply. Shouts arose in the distance–some out of fear, others were battlecries. A plethora of smells attacked me at the same time in a merciless cycle. I was doing what many would dream to do, but few would dare to accomplish.
Sit at the dinner table with the Avengers.
"Let us feast!" Thor boomed, holding his fork high before it dived into the mountain of lasagna on his plate.
"Wait!" Steve Rogers stared down everyone, mentally breaking our resolve and making us set our utensils down. He reached out to Tony on one side, and Natasha on the other.
"We have to say grace first." He said.
Tony snorted and rolled his eyes, but a sharp kick from Pepper under the table made him take Captain Steroid's hand. Natasha joined hands with Clint, and Bruce, who came in late from the lab and could take the last seat available, was seated next to Thor. We all knew the terror of this position: anyone who sat close to Thor was bound to be peddled in crumbs and stains, along with being scarred for life.
"Bless this food and the hands that prepared it," I peeped open an eye to catch Pepper's smirk, and Thor's excitedness that he made edible human food (not really, Pepper kept him away from the dishes...all of them).
"Many thanks for the meal and company, especially our new friend, Sam."
Sam Wilson, who also contributed to making the heap of lasagna, sat a few seats away from me. I didn't know much about him except that, like Rhodey, he was also from the military. The two were sitting next to each other now, itching to exchange their war stories.
Tony sighed as Steve continued, "What a blessing to come together today. Our thoughts are with Clint as he battles his coffee addiction–"
"And by battling, you mean giving up and living at Starbucks." Clint mumbled, silenced by a nudge from Natasha's arm.
"–And with Bruce, who has survived another day in Tony's lab. Our thoughts are with everyone else as they go through another day in the twenty-first century–by the way, God, the forties were better–may everyone be blessed and filled with happiness."
"You're forgetting someone." Steve opened his eyes for the first time since he started speaking. Bruce gave him a knowing look.
"Come on, he deserves some recognition!"
"Fine." Steve shut his eyes again, and angled his face towards the ceiling. "Our thoughts are also with Bruce's new turtle, who left the dog park to join this circus."
All eyes fell on Bruce, who was holding Thor's hand in one fist and a squirming-green glob in the other. It was Bruce's new companion after a crazy day at the park running from soccer moms. The turtle hadn't been around for long, but Bruce already had plans to make him mascot of the Science Bros cult.
"He had to!" Bruce replied defensively, acknowledging the green-shelled tortoise in front of him. "There was a duck uprising at the park! And the soccer moms were chasing after me for fresh meat!"
"Bruce! Respect your elders!" Steve remarked. He regained his composure, and finished the prayer, "Jesus give me–us!–strength...Amen."
"Amen." Tony the Atheist rolled his eyes in disgust. Thor was amazed by this new custom, at least until he found out it was for another totally different God other than himself.
The mountain of lasagna was eagerly passed around as Thor boasted about his newfound cooking skills. Bruce edged away from the Asgardian right next to him, sacrificing his salad bowl to his turtle.
"The art of Midgardian cooking holds my interest!" Thor declared. "And after assisting Lady Pepper with the main dish, I had time to prepare an Asgardian delicacy for my dear friends!"
Pepper's eyes widened with fear, but she kept her composure. "T-Thor, that's okay. Really, we made tons of food, we can save it for later–"
"I shall bring it forth!" For the first time ever, Thor ran away from a full plate of food for something presumably less edible and more terrifying. There were some panicked glances shared around the room before Sam spoke up.
"You guys have an amazing pad, here." He replied before taking a bite of a breadstick.
Pepper's frigid demeanour vanished. "Thank you so much, Sam! We're happy you could visit us–Steve has told us a lot about you."
"All good, I'm hopin'." Sam replied.
"The best," I spoke up before digging into mouth-watering crimson sauce dotted with spicy herbs. "I heard you're a fan of Marvin Gaye."
"Yes ma'am." He said with a dashing smile I'm sure he learned from Steve himself–that's probably where his manners came from, too. "You're interested in him?"
"Well, I hear it from Tony's bedroom a lot, so I kinda have to." I replied.
Pepper nearly choked on a forkful of lasagna as Natasha shot Tony a dark glare. Clint covered his face with a napkin, snickering underneath the beige veil.
"Are you into Bell Biv Devoe too?"
"Yeah! Steve, why have you been hogging this person all to yourself?"
"And the Commodores?"
"Are you trying to make me fangirl, Y/N?" Sam wiggled his eyebrows at me, his massive arms folded on the table.
"Michael Jackson!" I grinned.
"You're killing me!"
"Do you think that's a good name for him?" Bruce replied.
We all looked at him. "Who?"
Bruce pointed at his turtle, who was nudging a part of the pasta with its nose. "My turtle. I don't know, Michael Jackson is too snazzy–I want to name him after a periodic element!"
At the mention of science, Tony became invested in the conversation. I watched the new entertainment with amusement as I took a bite of the lasagna. Pepper and Sam had done a marvelous job; the mix of gooey parmesan, the soft texture of noodles, and more invaded my mouth as a welcome intruder.
"Does he look like a Seaborgium?" Bruce picked up the squirming turtle who was playing with it's meal and held him right in front of his face, nose to nose. "Maybe we can call him Rubidium and nickname him Ruby?"
"How's Cobalt sound?" Pepper suggested.
"That's pretty cool," Bruce shrugged, and propped up his turtle on his silverware. "Any others, though?"
Natasha patted her perfect crimson lips dry on her napkin. "Boron?"
"Eh, Tony would nickname him 'moron'–don't act like that's not true, Tony."
"Germanium?"
"Steve would hate him, and Tony would call him Hitler."
"Seriously, Bruce?!"
"Yes I am, Tony."
"Bismuth?" Pepper replied, nibbling on her salad.
"That sounds like meth, Pepper." I said.
She gagged on her food, once again striking Tony's shin under the circular table. The great Iron Man squealed and withered under Pepper's scowl.
"She's right. Tony would think that way." Bruce looked down at his tortoise, disappointed.
"But you're not supposed to." Nat's eyes burned deep into my soul across the table. I shivered and sunk low in my seat, trying to hide under the white tablecloth.
"I can't name him Rhodium. There can only be one." Bruce glanced up at Rhodey.
"How about Xenon?" Tony finally offered, leaning over the table to offer the turtle his entire bowl of salad. Pepper slapped his arm.
"Ouch!"
"Eat your vegetables, Tony!"
"But mom!"
"Now!"
"It's cuter in the bedroom..." Tony muttered, making my face turn red as I was scarred for life. That was one thing Marvin Gaye couldn't keep me from.
"Eh, I don't want to name him after a noble gas." Bruce watched as his little friend scurried over to a spare piece of lettuce that had fallen out of Tony's bowl and started to devour it.
"I HAVE RETURNED, MY FRIENDS!"
We all instinctively flinched at Thor's voice, but that wasn't the worst part. My nose wrinkled as another smell wafted into the room, mixing horribly with the spicy herbs of the lasagna. It was a pungent smell...and it was advancing towards the table.
Thor dropped a dish of nightmares on the table, it's true monstrous form hidden under a cloak of tin foil. That didn't stop tons of tiny flies from scurrying over it.
Bruce clutched his turtle to his chest defensively. "Holy cannoli...is that Tony's offspring?"
Tony snapped, "Ha ha. I'll have you know that I am civilized in the lab, Bruce."
"I'm in there with you, Tony-Macaroni. Nothing comes out of there alive again."
"You do!"
"I lost my soul the first time I went in there!"
"Is that because I stole your heart, Brucie?"
Thor beamed down at his disgusting Frankenstein. It's face hadn't even been revealed, and my stomach was ready to run away and leave me behind to rot. I wouldn't blame it, personally.
"Who would like to try it first?" Thor studied the pale faces of the people sitting at the table. "Ms. Potts, would you like to–"
"No thank you! I'm a vegan." Pepper quickly stuttered.
"Starting when?" Tony remarked.
"Starting now."
"Perhaps our new guest should have the honors." Thor turned to Sam, who I pitied more than ever.
I could see the fear in his eyes. Clint, being a fellow bird, stretched out a wing towards a feather in need, "You know what, man? Food is lame. Like, who needs it, anyway? I just live off of dust...and dirt...and Natasha's scraps."
Natasha sipped a wine glass that I knew was vodka. She nodded afterwards. To my surprise, she didn't show any reaction yet to Thor's death plate. Maybe it was all the alcohol–she needed a lot to deal with Tony, so everything was probably a blur to her.
Thor gasped when he laid eyes on Bruce's new pet. He bellowed, "What is this mighty creature?"
"He's my friend," Bruce held it closer to his chest, "I found him at the dog park. He survived the duck uprising."
"Maybe we should call him Thorium," Rhodey said thoughtfully. "Especially if that means our lives are spared from not dying at this dinner table."
Thor grinned at the turtle. "If you do not wish to taste my feast prepared, perhaps I can cook it for you! I can roast it in Clint's coffee for extra zest!"
Everyone at the table shot Thor terrified looks.
"You're not cooking my friend!" Bruce remarked, scooting his chair away from Thor. The sudden movement made the layer of bugs on Thor's platter shift. The insides of my stomach swirled with waves of nausea. I wasn't hungry anymore.
"And you are not wasting my coffee!" Clint stated firmly. I took a closer look at Clint and, loan behold, there was a Starbucks cup underneath the table near him. Steve would kill him later.
"That's a no on Thorium..." Tony uttered. Pepper was too petrified of the dish on the table to snap at him.
That turtle is in for bad luck: being roasted by Thor, forced to endure the torture of being the Science Bros mascot–
Science Bros.
Science Bros.
Bros.
"Bromine." I said. "Bromine sounds cool...if you like it."
The turtle squirmed in Bruce's hands, and he took it as a sign. Bruce stared at the little guy, almost asking for permission. "Bromine...I like that. Bro-Bro is the coolest!"
"I deem thee Bromine Bruceson, worthy of living under the roof of the Avengers!" Thor cheered.
"This was much more interesting than a night of Netflix 'n Chill." Sam replied.
#wait until they reach dessert#marvel#avengers#natasha romanoff#bruce banner#tony stark#james rhodes#sam wilson#thor#steve rogers#pepper potts#clint barton
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You reblogged a post from my side blog about Thor! It made me happy because I’ve been following you for 2 years and I really respect your opinions. I was starting to doubt my righteous anger because I saw people say that those who didn’t like EG!Thor were fake fatphobic Ragnarok!Thor fans, no matter their reasons. I am glad to see we share the feeling of disappointment, even though I’m satisfied with Thor’s final development as a big bearded warrior and looking forward to the rest of his story.
Thankyou for that! I appreciated your post very much because itarticulated a couple of points that had bothered me a lot. ApparentlyI still have feelings on this subject, so be warned, you’re in fora bit of an essay now.
Firstoff, I care a lot about Thor as a character. I love Norse mythology,I love Douglas Adams’ The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul, Ilove nearly every iteration of Thor as a character that I have everencountered and I love him as a superhero. I enjoyed all of thestandalone Thor movies very much. I have more mixed feelings aboutthe Avengers ensemble movies, but there was no member of the team Iactively did not like and I kept up with most of their solo moviestoo, because I enjoy superhero films as a genre and because theMarvel universe is a very rich playing ground for a whole range ofstories.
Therewas a lot of emotional investment in these last two films –Infinity War and Endgame are the conclusion to years ofworld-building and character development, weaving in dozens ofbackstories and in jokes, all the hellos and goodbyes and moments ofcatharsis that we have been waiting on for years. That is a massive askof any storyteller and there were always going to be disappointments,because with the best will in the world there is no chance ofpleasing every viewer. And this is fandom; perfection is unachievable and disagreement isinevitable. The best we can do is handle disagreements with grace and respect one another’s perspectives.
All.That. Said.
Forme, Infinity War andEndgame failed pretty much everycharacter, one way or another. Other people have written eloquent posts on theway these storylines failed the female characters of the franchise,whose motivations are mostly subsumed by the wants and needs of themen around them. Gamora ismurdered by the man who abducted and abused her, but her death isframed as hissacrifice, a way to advance hisjourney. ClintBarton becomes a grief-driven vigilante serial killer in otherpeople’s countries, but he gets absolution and Natasha ‘red in myledger’ Romanoff dies the martyr’s death in his place. PeggyCarter, furious brave Peggy Carter, becomes a literal trophywife in a goddamn Gordion knot of time-travel nonsense. SteveRogers brought war onto thesoil of a peaceful and well-defended African nation and a whole armywas sent out to fight because he couldn’t face losing a friend, butat the very end he ditches every single friend he’s got in the 21stcentury in order to experience a white picket fence of a happy endingthat erases all of his character development since TheFirst Avenger.
Andthen there’s Thor. Over the course of his three solo movies, he’slost his mother, his father, his brother (multipletimes), his girlfriend (thankgoodness she’s still alive, but it looks like she got Darcy andEric in the break-up), his planet,most of his peopleand all peace of mind.Throughout that litany of suffering, he is kind. He is patient. Hegrows as a man and as a leader, listening to the knowledge of thepeople around him in order to make decisions that benefit everyone,not just himself. He isintelligent, though often underestimated even by those closest tohim. He is capableand resourceful and a friendto anyone who needs him, the very definition of what a superheroought to be.
I’mgoing to talk about schema here for a second. A schema is a cognitiveframework. It’s a psychology term referring to how we organiseinformation based on preconceived ideas. Stories shape perception,telling us what is good and what is bad, what can happen and whatcannot. There is a very narrow pre-existing framework defining what asuperhero can look likeand it’s a shock to the system when that gets challenged. I wasshocked by seeing a fat Thor, and I’m glad of it – it means I hadto think more criticallyabout my personal preconceptions. Thiscould have been a wonderful storyline,dealing with PTSD, bodyimage and negotiating self-perception in the wake of grief andregret. It could have been apositive portrayal of a fat superhero, which outside of maybe comics– which I don’t read and can’t speak for – is absolutely anew and needed thing. It could have offered a vital reminder that howa person’s worth and strength and skill is not bound to theirphysical appearance.
Itdid not do that.
Asyou pointed out in your post, Thor was turned into a sidekick. Morethan that, he was turned into ajoke that revolved around his weight and his trauma, like he was notentitled be anything other than brawn.While Tony Stark gotan emotionally charged reunion with his long-dead father, Thor’sdialogue with Frigga soundedlike a badfirst draft, a scene rushed through with no respect for eithercharacter. He calls her ‘mom’; she tells him to ‘eat a salad’.He walks straight past Loki, the brother he wept over time and again,who died under absurd narrative contrivance about five minutes ago byAsgardian standards. Steve Rogers wasallowed the time to starewistfully at a woman he once lovedbut Thor wasrushed through his own reunion like he waswasting everyone’s time by being sad.
Thoris not permitted to contribute to the narrative in any meaningfulway; where every other lead Avenger hits a beat, however dubious orminor, that establishes theirpurpose in the story, Thoraccomplishes nothing of significance in strategy, battleor reconstruction. The powerdisplayed in Ragnarok and,in a more hit-and-miss style, in Infinity War, isabsent in Endgame. Hissignature weapon is actually handed off to another Avenger. He’snot even allowed to remain a leader of his people. And, look, I loveValkyrie as a character, but she spent centuries as a boozed-upmercenary enslaving gladiators for a glam-rock despot and it took theactual apocalypse to get her to give a damn about the fate of Asgardagain, so the idea that Thor taking a few years off to grieve in away that only harmed himself somehow makes him unfit to rule is atruly staggering double standard. Instead of continuing his growth as a king, he gets shoehorned intosomeone else’s franchise to bicker pointlessly over who gets tomake any decisions at all. I don’t know if Chris Hemsworth is upfor making more movies with Marvel, but I do not trust them to give Thor ameaningful arc any more. Where can he go from here?
Thiswas not an ensemble movie – this was the last Iron Man movie, withCaptain America taking second billing and every other characterscrambling for scraps of narrative significance. Endgamemademe resent characters I usedto like. Italienated me from a series that used to be a source of comfort.It hurts. Not as muchas it did, because I’ve emotionally checked out of the MCU for now,but apart from any other consideration, that level of storytellingfailure offends me.
Iwill acknowledge that Thor’s hair was very good in the big battlesequence. That’s one of the few positive things I have to say aboutEndgame. Great braids.
Youknow what I’d have loved? I’d have loved Wakanda to offer asylumto Asgardian refugees and for a miniseries to revolve around theircross-cultural community building. Two advanced civilisations reelingin the wake of recent upheaval but working together to build a sharedfuture, and Wakanda actually getting something out of it for onceinstead of taking a hit on behalf of the Earth. Shuri would adoreAsgardian tech and she might get to ride a flying horse, whichshe deserves; T’challa andThor would have a lot of common ground what with the disappointingfather figures and modern warrior king lifestyle. Thorwould get heavily involved in agriculture and have fun playing crashdummy for Shuri’s wilder experiments. He’d arrange a travel visaso that Jane Foster could come and play with all that beautiful shinytechnology and they wouldn’t get back together but they would befriends, like they always were underneath the first glow ofattraction. Loki would be there, because to pretend he’ll stay deadat this point is just an insult to our collective intelligence, and he wouldimmediately imprint on Queen Ramonda like an extremely defensive,resentful and heavily-armed duckling.Valkyriemight get to talk through her complicated feelings about duty andbetrayal with the Dora Milaje, particularly Okoye, who couldempathiseafter the Wakandan royal family’s disastrous power struggle.Wakanda could send outintergalactic ambassadors, headed by Nakia, to start playing a rolein the wider universe. The other Avengers could visit sometimes, ifthey behaved themselves.
Soif you’re wondering where Thor goes next for me personally, that’sthe answer.
#asks#superheroes#thor#meta#endgame negativity#that turned into a rant and actually it feels really good to have channelled all my frustration into something approaching coherence#fatphobia#sexism#racism#storytelling
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Till the end of the line - chapter one
“I’m sorry, Mister Stark.”
The words echoed through his mind even to this day. It was crazy how much four little words could change one’s life forever, but truth be told, he didn’t mind as much anymore. He had in the beginning, he’d screamed and shouted, cursed the poor doctor, JARVIS and Aunt Peggy with every fiber of his being. All of that was in the past now, things had smoothed over with time.
He heard the rhythmic tapping of shoes on the floor, of footsteps, echoing closer. His head pounded and his whole body felt alight with flames of pain. What the hell had happened? The last thing he remembered was Rogers slamming his shield down on the arc reactor. After that everything had gone black.
Tony could feel cold concrete under his fingers, a slight draft of wind ran over him as a metal door in the distance creaked open. Was he in a prison of some kind? He tried moving his legs but gave up as pain further assaulted his senses. Sharp pains and the unmistakable sound of bones grinding together as he moved told him all he needed to know. His legs were probably broken. Which made escaping on his own near impossible.
“Where’s Stark?” A familiar voice growled from a short distance away. He couldn’t say for sure just how far.
“In his cell, sir.”
Ah, so he was in a prison. And a rather lousy one at that. If he had the strength, he would’ve tried to open his eyes to look at his approaching captor. But it felt like someone had glued his eyes shut, he groaned softly and tried again only to discover the glare of the too bright lights in his cell. It made his head thud and pulse, the room spun and he spilled the contents of his stomach onto the concrete floor below his head. As if his current position wasn’t awful enough.
He heard the door to his cell open, the soft scuffle of someone coming in. A hand grabbed his shirt and hauled him off the floor, dragging him partly through his own vomit. The stress and pain slowly overtook his mind until he finally descended into darkness.
*
May 29, 1970
“Harrold, darling, straighten out your tie.” Margaret gently fussed over her eleven-year-old son, barely paying attention to the hustle and bustle of the mansion’s staff around them.
“Peg, just leave it be.” Daniel chuckled, guiding his wife and children through the foyer and into the sitting room. “I’m sure Howard won’t notice a crooked tie or a crinkled skirt. The man has more important things on his mind today.”
Peggy sighed but took her Omega’s advice to heart, allowing her mate to guide her onto a two-seater while their son and daughter chased one another through the sitting room.
“Harry, Suzy, settle down, please. No running through the house.” Danny scolded softly. It was unlikely that the two whirlwinds would actually settle down at his words, they hardly ever did.
“You can’t catch me, Harry!” Suzy giggled as she ran across the room and slid right between the legs of one of the maids, creating a bit of wind that lifted the poor woman’s skirt up to her knees. The maid startled with a short high pitched scream and ran off while ranting a stream of curses in Italian.
Peggy gasped and stood up quickly, her Alpha voice sharp in the murmur of the room. “Suzan!”
But Suzan wasn’t listening to either of her parents and kept running, turning quickly she ran towards the sitting room’s entryway to the foyer, nearly barreling into someone.
“Now what’s all that-” Howard Stark walked into the room, gently rocking a small white bundle in his arms. Years of action had given him quick reflexes and he easily avoided a collision between himself and the two hyperactive children. “Woah! Hey, settle down you damn scamps. Don’t wanna hurt your little godbrother, now do you?”
Suzy gasped and clapped at the sight of a tiny fist freeing itself from the white bundle. She watched in awe as Howard walked over to the two-seater and smiled down at the tiny cooing bundle in his arms. Her brother, on the other hand, didn’t seem to share her enthusiasm. But he would come around. Harry always did after a short while.
“Meet your godson, Peg.” Howard carefully placed the little bundle in Peggy’s arms and took a step back to watch his close friend and her mate fawn over Howard’s newborn son.
Peggy’s smile lit up the room as she looked down at the infant in her arms. The little baby boy yawned and blinked up at his aunt with his honey brown eyes. Such a precious little thing already and he was only an hour old. The little boy looked so much like Howard, though his face was a little rounder and the doe-like eyes were clearly Maria’s. He had a full head of black hair already, still baby soft like silk, as newborn babies tended to have.
“Howard he’s perfect,” Peggy whispered, carefully passing the baby to her mate when Daniel reached for their godson. She looked up at her old friend and for a moment she could’ve sworn she saw a flicker of disappointment in his eyes.
It made her frown.
Was Howard not happy with his newborn son?
“I suppose he is,” Howard said though she doubted he actually meant it.
“What’s his name?” She silently thanked Daniel for his quick thinking and smiled at her mate. A chuckle escaped her, for Daniel hadn’t looked up. He was completely enraptured with the little baby in his arms.
“Anthony Edward Stark.”
“I’m gonna call him Tony,” Suzy announced as she crawled onto the two seater next to her father. Her little girl tried to peer over the white blanket Tony was wrapped up in to get a better look at her godbrother.
“That’s a good nickname honey.” Daniel smiled. He carefully tucked down the blanket a little to allow both his pups to get a better look at Tony. “Little Tony Stark. He’s gonna be a great Omega someday.”
And suddenly it all clicked.
*
September 2016
The first thing he heard when he came to was the sound of water dripping down on concrete. Slow and steady as if someone had left the faucet on just enough to let it drip continuously. To be honest it was rather distracting. He was trying to concentrate here..
Light assaulted his eyes as he tried to take a look at his surroundings. He quickly closed them and groaned at the pounding headache that washed over him. Hot pains surged through his body and en-wrapped his mind, it made it hard to focus on his surroundings. Which was strange, he usually was quite good at ignoring his pain in general. So whoever had gotten to him, had gotten to him good to make the pain stand out like this.
It couldn’t just be from Rogers and Barnes beating him. Yeah, that had hurt like a bitch, but more emotionally than physically. Although he was fairly sure he had a few cracked ribs and one hell of a contusion on his chest to show for it. Sure Rogers and Barnes had done a number on him, but he was fairly sure they hadn’t rendered him immobile. Someone else was responsible for his broken legs.
He struggled lightly and gasped at the pain that shot up his legs. His wrists were bound together over his head and he was suspended by his arms. His lower legs seemed to rest partially on the ground, making the bones grind lightly with every movement he made.
A loud noise of metal scraping on concrete brought him out of his train of thought. He ground his teeth on instinct as if it would protect his brain from the assault. It didn’t, but he wasn’t about to argue with his own body.
“Mister Stark, how the mighty have fallen.”
A chill went down his spine at the sound of that voice. Nausea threatened to overtake him. He knew that voice, but it couldn’t be him. There wasn’t much of a lost love between them, no, but the man wouldn’t betray him like this. He’d even signed those damn accords to keep the man from going after his former teammates.
“Ross…” His own voice sounded raspy and barely audible. A very stark contrast to his usual deep but clear sound.
“Indeed.” Ross chuckled, was this all just one sick and twisted game to him?
“Why?” God his throat hurt, and all he could taste at the moment was metal. Blood. Was that the dripping sound he heard?
“Because you and your little friends are a pain in the ass, Stark. And since Rogers and his little band of misfits are beyond our reach, we’ll have to make do with you.”
“What?” What did he mean by that? Where the hell had Steve gone off to that Ross couldn’t reach him at. He was missing something here.
“You didn’t hear?” Ross smiled, like a psychopath looking down at his next victim. That was honestly the most accurate description he could think of. “The good captain is in Wakanda, with his little Alpha bitch and your little assassin friend.”
No. No, that couldn’t be right... T’Challa wouldn’t let cap into his country, not after everything that had happened… right? He looked up at Ross, brow furrowed and squinting against the single light source directly above him. “You’re lying..”
Ross let out a soft laugh.
“You keep thinking that, Tony.” The general turned on his heel and signaled the single guard in the darkest corner of the small room. “Deal with him.”
The guard stepped forward. The man towered over him, even if Tony would have been standing on his own two feet. The guard's face was covered by a gray skull-like mask, but those eyes seemed so eerily familiar. Had he seen this man before?
A blow to his temple made him black out and the room darkened once more.
*
December 25th, 2012
It was the twin’s tenth birthday today. Six months after the battle of New York. They were sitting in the living room on the twenty-third floor of the Avengers tower. Tony’s private lab was on this level, as well as the living quarters of his children. It was one of the few floors that had been left undamaged by the battle of New York. Thank Thor for small miracles.
“What’s a soul mate?” Oliver asked him quite out of the blue.
Tony took a moment to think about it and paused the movie they were watching.
“Well, it’s like a best friend but more. It’s the one person in the world that knows you better than anyone else.”
He looked at his oldest child, a small smile worked its way onto his face. “A soul mate is someone who makes you a better person.”
Though that didn’t seem quite right, so he elaborated. “Actually they don’t make you a better person you do that yourself.”
“How?” Oliver frowned and curled up against his side.
“Because they inspire you,” Tony answered.
“Do you have a soul mate?” Oliver looked up at him with curious eyes, the little boy seemed genuinely interested in his answer.
“I do, I have two and one day you’ll meet them. You and your sisters.” At least, Tony hoped they would. He didn’t want to hide his children, but for now, it was for their own safety.
“Will they love you?” Oliver asked, voice soft and insecure.
“I think they already do, somewhere in their hearts. Because a soul mate is someone you carry with you forever.”
“Will they love me?” His son’s voice trembled and he looked down at his hands.
He gently lifted Ollie’s chin with his finger. “Yeah, one of them is your father, Oliver. And I know he’ll love you the moment he lays eyes on you. And Thea’s father will love her too.”
“What about Yalina?”
The question took him off guard for a moment and he had to take a breath. “Well, her father died. But if he was here, he’d love her very much.”
“Is that a soulmate thing? Knowing your pup when you see them?” Oliver seemed a little reassured, the pup sat up a little straighter and looked up at his Omega father.
Tony nodded. “Yes, yeah it is. An Alpha soul mate will know when a pup is his by his Omega soul mate. It’s biology.”
“Wait, so Yalina’s father wouldn’t know she was his pup?” Oliver asked.
The older Omega shook his head. “Not unless I told him.”
“Oh…” Oliver paused, “So tell me more about soul mates, papa.”
“It’s the one person or two, that know you better than anyone else does. That accepts you for who you are when no one else will.” Tony threaded his fingers through Ollie’s hair and carefully brushed it to the side.
“And no matter what happens you’ll always love them. Nothing can ever change that.”
Oliver nodded. “So it’s love forever and ever?”
“That’s right, Ollie.” Tony smiled.
“I want to meet my daddy and Thea’s daddy.” Oliver grinned and cuddled closer to his papa, he found comfort in Tony’s warmth.
“One day you will, little one. One day you will.” Tony whispered into his son’s hair.
“I love you, papa.” The little boy’s eyes slowly closed as sleep washed over him.
Tony pressed a kiss to his little boy’s head. “I love you too, mio piccolo Olivo.”
#stuckony#stuckony fanfiction#omegaverse#mpreg#till the end of the line#oliver and thea stark series
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Peter Parker’s first four encounters with The Vision. 1.
Peter listened intently as Tony and Rhodes briefed the team on the impending operation to capture Barnes. One by one they covered the adversaries their team might face who could aid his escape. Natasha chimed in, citing their weaknesses, strengths, and how best to combat them. "Lastly, we all know the scary one: Wanda," Tony spoke as the young girl's face appeared on the screen. "Location currently unknown, along with Barton, but it's our best bet they put their lot in with Cap." Peter's eyes widened. He only knew of Wanda from news reports. If she could move an exploding bomb, what else what she capable of? From his peripheral, he noticed the Vision flex his fingers and shift uncomfortably. Rhodes continued, serious. "Do not engage Wanda, if you can avoid it." "She will mess you up, trust me." Tony rubbed his temple. "Right, Romanoff?" Natasha disregarded his comment. "If she does show, our hope is to neutralize her, from a safe distance, as quickly as possible." Vision opened his mouth before closing it, glancing away. Peter wondered what it was he was going to say, how it pertained to the mission. After the briefing ended and everyone disbursed, Peter moved to approach Tony, eager for any additional advice the genius might bestow. But Iron Man didn't seem to notice the young man as he quickly made his way to Vision whose head was hung low. Tony clasped his shoulder, voice low, "Hey, you okay?" Peter did not hear Vision's murmured response. "Don't worry about it, alright?" the playboy urged. "We'll get her back." Without another word, he moved back to Rhodes, observing the monitors. Thus, Peter found himself standing beside the world famous Stark creation, The Vision. "Hi," he introduced, extending his hand. "I'm Peter... Parker." Vision peered at the gesture, curious. Most humans, he'd found, rarely spoke to him directly. Choosing instead, to speak of him to Mr Stark, whether he was present or not. So, he shook the hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr Parker. I am Vision." Peter shift slightly, as people usually only addressed as so formally when he was in trouble. Still, he was positively gobsmacked. "Wow, I can't believe—I mean—you're The Vision!" He chuckled at his stammering, "This is all so surreal, ya know?" "Yes," Vision nodded solemnly, eyeing the screen displaying his former teammates faces. "It certainly is." "Hey, can I—" "Alright, listen up!" Rhodes spoke up. "We've got visual confirmation. They're coming." Tony commanded, "Get into position." xx
2.
Peter pretended to listen, annoyed, as Tony rattled off a list of reasons why he should back off the Vulture situation. Quickly, as they trotted through the Avengers Tower, they came into what Peter assumed was a common room of sorts. It was there they stumbled upon Vision, dressed not in his armor, as Peter had previously seen him. But a simple dark sweater and grey trousers. Standing alone, he gazed to an unknown space before him, seemingly unaware of their presence. Upon seeing the synthezoid, Peter's spirits lifted, forgetting his irritation, if only for a moment. "Vision!" he bounded up, excited. Vision's somber eyes briefly met his before darting away. "Hello, Mr Parker." "How's it going, man?" Vision appeared to consider this question carefully before he slowly answer, tone wistful. "As well as can be expected, I suppose." Peter hesitated, confused. But before he could inquire further, Tony grasped his shoulder, leading him away. "Yeah," the billionaire muttered as they began to make their way out of the room. "He's going through some stuff right now." "Oh," Peter glimpsed over his shoulder in time to see the melancholy Vision slowly phasing into the floor below him. xx 3.
The whole situation had gone awry, villains were crawling out of the woodwork! It wasn't anything he couldn't handle, Peter told himself. But as much as it pained him to admit it, he desperately needed Tony Stark's advice. As it was after hours and the downstairs lobby of the Tower was locked, he swung his way skyward to the upper floors. However, as he sailed up, he suddenly spotted a familiar form moving through a darkened room. With practiced agility, he landed against the glass, before lightly knocking. Vision paused, mid-step, and frowned before moving forward and opening the window. "Hey, Vision," Peter waved as he crawled in. "Have you seen Mr Stark?" "Mr Stark departed for Malibu 27 minutes ago." "What?" he groaned. "Seriously?" "Yes," Vision quickly replied before stepping away. "Wait!" Peter called. "How can I get ahold of him?" "Have you attempted to telephone him?" "I did but he didn't answer. What's going on?" Vision glimpsed at the clock on the wall. "It is likely he is with Miss Potts. When they are together socially, Mr Stark has made it a point to turn off his mobile." "Oh. When do you think he'll turn it back on?" "I do not know." Despite Vision's polite reply, he appeared most impatient. "Right," Peter said, scratching his head. "Am I keeping you from something...?" "Yes," Vision flexed his fingers, eyes shifting to the side. "I'm afraid I am expected elsewhere." "Oh, sorry!" the web-slinger instantly apologized. "I didn't mean—" "It's quite alright," Vision hastily responded. "However, I really must be going." "Yeah, sure. Of course. I'll just..." he pointed to the window behind him. "You may, of course, stay as long as you like, Mr Parker," Vision offered. "Just 'Peter' is fine. You don't have to call me 'Mister,'" he mumbled. "I'm pretty sure you outrank me, anyway." Vision eyed him curiously. "Very well," he simply nodded, turning away. As he approached the wall, foot already phasing though, he turned back to the young man. "Peter," he called. "Might I request, when you are able to contact Mr Stark..." "Yeah?" "If you could refrain from mentioning our interaction here, I would sincerely appreciate it." Gears turned in Peter's head, as a teenager with his own bundle of secrets, realization dawned on him. Vision was sneaking out. "Sure, man," he grinned. "I got your back." "Thank you," Vision smiled, the first Peter had ever witnessed, before disappearing. xx 4. Peter was overwhelmed by the roar of debate in the air as nearly two dozen costumed heroes spoke at once. Each desperate to have their voice heard as they locked horns over what to do, would give no quarter to their allies. Fiddling with his mask in his hands, he searched for a familiar face. As Tony was currently in a shouting match with Captain America and some guy in an ornate cape and robes, his eyes decided to settle on the only other person he'd spoken to more than once. Vision stood in the corner, closely beside 'the scary one,' listening, completely engrossed, as she spoke to him. As Peter approached, he heard Vision's reply. "I do not believe that would be the best course of action," he said, gazing into her eyes. "No?" Her eyebrow quirked, lips curling into a smirk. Vision's reply, a simple smile, was genuine and infectious. Peter found himself smiling, as he greeted, "Hey, Vision. It's pretty crazy in here, huh?" Vision peered over the crowd, as if seeing them for the first time. "Indeed." "Talk about too many chiefs and not enough Indians, right?" Peter recited one of his uncle's favorite idioms. They both simply blinked at him, confused. After a beat, Vision broke the awkward silence. "Wanda, this is Peter." "Hello, Peter," she looked him up and down, assessing. "Vision has told me much about you." "Yeah?" he half-waved, pride building before reminding himself to be cool. "So, what're you guys talking about?" "How everyone is standing around wasting time," she growled. "And what to do about it." "Wanda has suggested bewitching everyone into complacency." Vision's hand settled on her lower back. "To achieve order, of course." "Of course," she quickly nodded. Peter's eyes widened, "Could you really do that?" "Probably," she shrugged, leaning into Vision's embrace. "I don't know about that guy, though," she nodded toward the man in the cape barking at Tony. "He's got something off about him." "Yeah," Peter rubbed the back of his head, willing the familiar tingle to dissipate. "He's kinda weird." "Doctor Stephen Strange," Vision supplied. "He claims to have an Infinity Stone in his possession." Just as Vision mentioned his name, the doctor in question glimpsed their way. Tony and Steve followed suit. "Oh, shit," Peter cursed under his breath. As Peter glanced from the three of them back to Wanda, he caught a flash of crimson in her eyes. "He wants to examine you," she growled. Doctor Strange began to stalk across the room, trailed closely by a disgruntled Tony and an annoyed Steve. "You can't just take a look under the hood and check the oil - he's not a machine!" Iron Man objected, effectively silencing the room. Strange turned on the spot, his cape billowing gracefully behind him. "And I am not a mechanic. I'm a medical doctor and an advanced practitioner of the mystic arts." "Okay, the first part, sure," Tony agreed. "It's the second part we're having difficulty with," Steve finished. Strange arched an eyebrow. "You've bared witness to aliens, gods, and beings beyond comprehension, yet I make you wary?" The two glanced at one another. "No matter," Strange continued. "Thor will vouch for me when he arrives." "Wait, how do you know...?" Peter swallowed, eyes darting between Vision and the approaching trio. Something dangerous was building, his senses warned as every head in the room was turned in their direction. Was the doctor plotting something nefarious? Peter couldn't be sure, but what he did know was he had Vision's back, just as he'd pledged. But it wasn't until his gaze met Wanda's ruby orbs again that he realized the danger did not lie with the doctor, but with her. There was something in her darkening irises that was feral, yet familiar. He'd seen it before, in that of his aunt when he'd come home beaten and bruised. The next few seconds could play out in a number of ways, Peter guessed. Most of which would lead to the Airport Battle Part II. Not good. "Wanda," he quickly muttered. While Peter didn't have a follow up, it was more than enough to distract her and grab Vision's attention. Turning to the woman beside him, Vision combed his fingers through her hair, whispering something in her ear. Her shoulders relaxed as he kissed her temple and squeezed her hand. Stepping forward, he met the approaching Doctor Strange with an assuring smile. Behind his back, Wanda glanced at Peter, a wordless question hanging between the two young heroes. Was it going to be okay? Did he trust Strange? If things went south, would he fight with her for Vision? Peter answered with a single curt nod. "So," Strange clasped his hands together, a hint of intrigue in his eye. "Shall we begin?"
#mcu#spiderman#The Vision#Scarlet Witch#captain america: civil war#peter parker#wanda maximoff#fanfic#scarlet vision#ScarletVision#infinity war
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Let's Unpack That Insane "Infinity War" Ending Together
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Let's Unpack That Insane "Infinity War" Ending Together
We’re all sad, but there’s hope.
This is a post about the end of the movie Avengers: Infinity War. If you don’t know the ending already and don’t want to, I highly suggest you don’t scroll down any further.
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This is clearly the first part of what will be continued in the fourth untitled Avengers film set to debut in May 2019. So, it isn’t over.
The credits clearly told us that Thanos will return, and though co-director Joe Russo has said Infinity War and Avengers 4 don’t form “a true two-parter,” he did confirm they’re narratively connected.
In the meantime, we only have solo movies featuring Ant-Man (absent from Infinity War) and Captain Marvel (brand new to the Marvel ‘verse, and also absent from Infinity War except for that quick nod in the post-credits scene).
None of the “dead” Avengers have solo movies coming out in the year between Infinity War and Avengers 4 (Spider-Man’s second solo film comes out right after Avengers 4, but it’s unclear when that will take place, and it’s entirely possible it could be set before the events of Infinity War) but almost certainly not because they’re dead forever. It’s likely a strategic choice to add to our collective agony, build hype, and make us theorize for a full year — which, of course, we will.
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Chances are, everyone major who died in Thanos’ mass murder — a huge chunk of the Avengers crew, plus half of the entire universe — will be brought back in Avengers 4.
Some central, and even recently introduced, Marvel heroes died in this movie. But very few of them are likely to stay dead. It feels safe to assume all the major players who died in that single attack — Black Panther (his first film grossed over a billion dollars), Spider-Man (Homecoming was a hit), Bucky (aka the almost-certainly future Captain America), Groot (HE CANNOT DIE AGAIN), Dr. Strange (he’s only had one solo movie), and Starlord (there’s no Guardians movie without Peter Quill, and a third one is coming in 2020) — will be brought back in the next Avengers movie.
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How they do that is a little tricky. Obviously, there’s a Time Stone. But using that alone likely won’t be enough to reverse Thanos’ actions, and it certainly won’t be enough to defeat him if he still possesses the other Stones.
Unfortunately the Time Stone expert, Dr. Strange, turned to dust. So it’s very likely that even if the Avengers get the Time Stone back from Thanos, either no one’s gonna know how to use it, or Wong will inform them that there are some additional rules about using the Time Stone that will prevent a quick fix.
We also don’t really know exactly how the Time Stone works in tandem with the other Stones. But Strange did tell Tony that of all the 14,000,605 alternate futures he saw, the one that Infinity War ended with was always “the only way.”
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More importantly, there’s a Soul Stone.
This is a mysterious new Infinity Stone, and it doesn’t work like the others. As Red Skull explained on Vormir in Infinity War, the Soul Stone holds “a special place” amongst the Infinity Stones and has “a certain wisdom.” It requires a sacrifice to possess it, and we haven’t seen Thanos wield just the Soul Stone yet. We don’t really even know what it does. It might be the key to bringing back our dead faves, way more than the Time Stone.
AND the Avengers might need to possess all the Infinity Stones to reverse the mass murder Thanos committed. There are lots of variables, like how they’ll wield all of them. Thanos’ Infinity Gauntlet looked pretty wrecked at the end of Infinity War after he used it to, ya know, kill half the universe. He might need to go to Nidavellir and make Sad Peter Dinklage give him the original mold.
The remaining Avengers could also do the same, and try to make a competing Infinity Gauntlet of their own to hold the Stones. There’s also Stormbreaker, Thor’s new axe, which might have the ability to wield the Stones — it did hold up against them during that final scene when Thor stabbed Thanos.
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Hopefully not everyone will come back, or the stakes will feel too low going forward.
If everyone who died in Infinity War comes back, the stakes are going to feel too low, possibly for the rest of the Avengers series. One or two people will have to stay dead, or someone major will have to die in their place.
My bet is that Gamora will stay dead at least until the third Guardians movie in 2020 to spice things up, Loki will stay dead but fulfill Tom Hiddleston’s reported six-film contract (Infinity War is his fifth) with some sort of flashback in a future Avengers or unannounced solo Thor movie, Heimdall (Idris Elba) has reached the end of his supporting character arc, and Vision (Paul Bettany) is probably truly dead but will return in some form thanks to Shuri copying at least a part of his brilliant synthetic mind.
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Someone major will probably have to die in the fourth Avengers movie — I’m betting on Tony Stark or Steve Rogers (for real this time).
Like Coulson said all the way back in The Avengers, “This was never gonna work if they didn’t have something to…” and then he died, but his point lives: the Avengers need something (or someone) to avenge. A major death in their own ranks would bind them for the foreseeable future. It’s just a matter of who.
As pissed as I am that we’d never see his wedding, Tony Stark could definitely die. Infinity War made it clear that not even Pepper can get him to take the Iron Man suit off. The chances of Tony ever retiring are slim to none. Plus, his protégé Peter Parker is just beginning his solo movie career. Spider-Man would benefit narratively from losing yet another father figure and his tech benefactor. However, Thanos defeated Tony already and almost killed him, which is why my money’s on Steve Rogers.
Steve had a pretty small role in this movie, but he’s primed to take the lead in Avengers 4 as one of the six surviving members of the team. He has a Captain America heir apparent in Bucky, who’s been to Spa Wakanda and even referred to himself as a “semi-stable man” in the movie. Progress!
Most importantly, Steve hasn’t really faced Thanos yet. During the final battle in Wakanda, the only Avenger who briefly holds Thanos up is good ol’ Steve Rogers. Thanos looks at him with some kind of uncharacteristic emotion — maybe confusion at Cap’s unexpected strength, or maybe (hopefully) fear.
Either way, as sad as you are now, think about how sad you’ll be next year when someone actually dies.
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When you think about it, this huge, dark twist — one that’s been foreshadowed since Tony’s chilling vision in Age of Ultron — is pretty necessary to the Avengers franchise.
The first Avengers movie helped establish the group’s tone and dynamic — it was by far the funnest. Age of Ultron tested their mettle and commitment to each other and their collective cause. Then Captain America: Civil War tore them apart. Infinity War is the reckoning that reminded them what’s truly at stake, and Avengers 4 will reunite and revive them (or most of them, depending on who survives). A major death would give them even more perspective and a stronger longterm bond.
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A shakeup like this was bound to happen before Marvel entered Phase 4. It’s actually very cool. Eliminating, or at least decentralizing, the Infinity Stones as a main plot point — and possibly killing off a major Avenger — will give us a clean slate.
The fourth Avengers movie will mark the end of Phase 3 and the beginning of Phase 4 in the expansive Marvel Universe. Marvel’s already confirmed that they won’t be announcing any of their Phase 4 movies until after Avengers 4 is released — or they’d clearly give away who does and doesn’t make it out alive.
With no idea who will be back, and therefore who’s getting solo movies in Phase 4, Marvel’s breathing new life and anticipation into the fandom. Plus, if they do end up destroying the Infinity Stones in Avengers 4 — which have been the franchise’s cinematic connective tissue for years – it opens up a ton of narrative possibilities for the remaining Avengers movies and their corresponding stand-alone films.
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My Wife
My Wife: A Captain America Fanfic
Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Steve Rogers x F!Reader
Word Count: 2812
Rating: E
Square filled: @star-spangled-bingo - Free Space, @happystevebingo - Wedding
Warnings: Mentions of Pregnancy, Smut (M|F, oral sex, vaginal sex), there is the mention of daddy kink in this, but not actual daddy kink. More like them saying it exists.
Synopsis: It’s your wedding and Steve is completely and utterly delighted.
My Wife
You stood just out of view of the garden, while your bridesmaids fussed around you. They tugged on the lace of your dress trying to get it to fall just right. They adjusted the pins in your hair so your veil fell over your face and didn’t ruin your pull any stray strands out of place. Pepper and Laura tried to keep Morgan and Nathaniel under control. Morgan wore white with a bright yellow sash and Pepper was trying to get her to take the basket of flower petals when what she really wanted was to take the little stuffed bear of Nathaniel that had your wedding bands tied to it.
“You look beautiful,” Laura said as Nate swung off her arm. That dress is stunning. Vintage was such a good choice.
Your bridesmaid handed you your bouquet of sunflowers and daisies. Steve had shown up with sunflowers on your first date and had never once given you a typical romantic bouquet. Rather going for bright flowers that lit up a room. He said they reminded him of you. “Thank you.” You said. “And thank you again for letting us borrow, Nate.”
“Of course. You can keep him if you like.” She joked.
“Mommy!” Nathaniel whined and you and Pepper both started laughing.
“Shall we do this?” Your maid-of-honor asked.
“Ready when you are,” You said taking a deep breath.
Pepper and Laura led the way with the children. As you got closer you could hear the harp getting louder and louder.
The chatter of the crowd stopped and Pepper and Laura sent the kids down the aisle between the chairs in the garden. The yellow and white petals that Morgan threw out contrasted against the pink petals that had been dropped from the trees in blossom that hung over the garden.
Your bridesmaids went next, walking one at a time toward the arch where Steve stood with Thor, Bucky, Sam, and Tony.
Your dad looked at you and smiled. “Are you ready?”
“For this? I have been for a long time now.” You said.
You stepped out into the aisle and the music changed, the harpist switching to ‘Can’t Help Falling in Love’. You walked down towards Steve and his face lit up and his hand went to his mouth. Your heart was racing as you took each step, closer and closer to your husband-to-be. Steve was wearing a black, double-breasted suit, with a light blue tight and a blue orchid in his lapel. Next to him stood Bucky. His suit the same color and cut but he wore a pale purple tie with lilacs in his lapel. He’d had his hair cut and was clean-shaven. You weren’t sure he’d ever seen him clean-shaven before. Beside Bucky was Sam who’s had a red tie with a poppy in his buttonhole. Finally, there was Tony. He looked the most comfortable in his suit. His tie was a dark purple and he had a hyacinth boutonniere.
As you got closer to Steve you noticed his eyes were pricked with tears but the smile he wore seemed stuck in place. The happiness and love radiated off him like heat off a fire. Your father pushed your veil back and kissed your cheek and you stepped up in front of Steve and took his hands.
Thor moved into position with a large smile on his face. “Friends!” He called out and a rumble of thunder filled the air. “We are all here amidst all this nature to bear witness to the joining of these two people in marriage. We are all small creatures in this vast universe. To find such love is a blessing and they have asked you all to witness their bond today.”
He looked over at Natasha and beckoned her forward. “Natasha is here to do a reading called ‘Marriage is not Beautiful.”
Natasha got up and took the microphone, clearing her voice and looking out at the group of friends and family who had come to share this day with you both. “Marriage is ugly, you see the absolute worst in someone.” She read. “You see them when they’re mad, sad, being stubborn, when they’re so unlovable they make you scream. But you also get to see them when they are laughing so hard that tears run down their face, and they can’t help but let out those weird gurgling noises. You see them at 3am when the world is asleep except you two, and you’re eating in the middle of the kitchen floor. You get to see the side of them that no one else does, and it’s not always pretty. It's snorting while laughing, it’s the tears when it feels like it’s all crashing down, it’s the farting, it’s the bedhead and bad breath, it’s the random dances, it’s the anger and the joy. Marriage isn’t a beautiful thing, but it is amazing. It’s knowing that someone loves you so much, and won’t leave you even though you said something nasty. It’s having someone have your back no matter what. It’s fights over stupid things, like someone not doing the dishes or picking up after themselves. And it’s those nights you fall asleep in each other’s arms, feeling like there will never be enough time with them. It’s cleaning up their vomit, or just rubbing their back when they’re sick. It’s the dirtiest, hardest, most rewarding job there is. Because at the end of the day you get to crawl into bed with your best friend, the weirdest, most annoying, loving, goofy, perfect person that you know. Marriage is not beautiful, but it’s one heck of a ride.”
She took a seat to a round of soft applause and laughter and Thor stepped up again. He brought out a cord of gold and began to bind your hands as you held Steve’s hands crossed over.
“Before you make your vows, I want to hear you each confirm that it is your intention to be married today. Do you come here freely and without reservation to give yourselves to each other in marriage?” Thor asked.
“I do,” You and Steve spoke at once.
As Thor began to wind the cord around your hands you spoke. “These are the hands of your best friend, young and strong and full of love for you, that are holding yours on your wedding day, as we promise to love each other today, tomorrow, and forever.”
Steve took over. “These are the hands that will work alongside yours, as together we build our future.”
A crackle of electricity passed around the cord as Thor continued to wind it around your hands. “These are the hands that will passionately love you and cherish you through the years, and with the slightest touch will comfort you like no other.” You said.
Tears pricked Steve’s eyes as he spoke again. “These are the hands that will hold you when fear or grief fills your mind.”
“These are the hand that will countless times wipe the tears from your eyes; tears of sorrow, and tears of joy.” You continued.
“These are the hands that will tenderly hold your children,” Steve said, and you felt your own conviction break, as a stray tear escaped and ran down your cheek.
“These are the hands that will help you to hold your family as one.”
“These are the hands that will give you strength when you need it.”
There was a crackle and flash of lightning. “And lastly; these are the hands that even when wrinkled and aged, will be reaching for yours, still giving you the same unspoken tenderness with just a touch.” Thor finished. “As your hands are bound together now, so your lives and spirits are joined in a union of love and trust. This bond is not formed by these cords, but rather by the love you have for each other. For always you hold in your own hands the fate of this union. Above you are stars and below you is earth. Like stars, your love should be a constant source of light, and like the earth, a firm foundation from which to grow.”
He unwound your hands and Bucky took the rings from the little stuffed bear and handed them to each of you. “Your wedding rings are the outward visible sign of the inward invisible bond which unites your two souls in love. The perfect circle of the ring symbolizes eternity. The precious metal came from the ground as a rough ore and was heated and purified, shaped and polished. Something beautiful was made from raw elements. Love is like that. It comes from humble beginnings, made by imperfect beings. It is the process of making something beautiful where there was once nothing at all.” Thor said and turned to Steve. “As you place the ring on her finger, repeat these words after me;”
As he next spoke Steve echoed his words as he slipped the ring on your finger. “I give you this ring. Wear it in love and joy. As this ring has no end, my love is also forever.”
Thor then turned to you. “Place this ring on his finger and repeat these words after me;”
You did the same, slowly sliding the titanium band onto Steve’s ring finger as you looked into his eyes. “I give you this ring. Wear it with love and joy. As this ring has no end, my love is also forever.”
“May the wedding rings you exchanged today remind you always that you are surrounded by an enduring love,” Thor said. “Friends, I invite you all to congratulate these two souls now they have been joined and they seal their vows with a kiss.”
Steve dipped you as you kissed, slowly and tenderly, to the applause of your loved ones. For a moment there was no one else, just you and Steve, totally and helplessly in love as you kissed.
You signed the paperwork and posed for photos around the gardens as everyone else went inside for cocktails. As you walked around hand in hand Steve stopped you and pulled you close to him. “You look so beautiful.” He whispered.
“You scrub up pretty nicely yourself, Rogers.” You teased.
He chuckled and kissed you. When he pulled back he looked into your eyes. “How were you feeling today? That bug still hanging around?”
“Yeah, still a bit sick. I’m okay though. Good, now we’re here.” You answered.
“I didn’t think I’d get to have this.” He said, leaning his forehead against yours.
“You get to have everything, Steve. The whole happy ending.” You assured him. He kissed you again. The buzz click of the photographers capturing the moment didn’t bother you one bit.
You were taken to a private room away from the rest of the guests so you could just have a moment together before being announced again to the reception. Steve locked the door and smirked at you.
“Hello there, my wife.” He teased, stalking toward you.
“Steve!” You yelped.
“Yes, my love.” He said, guiding you back to the couch. He carefully smoothed out your skirt and pushed you so you were sitting down. He dropped to his knees and lifted the many layers of skirt up.
“What’s gotten into you?” You asked, a little shocked at how brazen he was being.
“I don’t know. I just know I have to have you.” He said and kissed the inside of your thigh. “You’re my wife.”
“I am, but you’re going to go out there with my vagina all over your face.” You teased.
Steve laughed. A deep and genuine laugh. “That’s okay. It’s my wife’s vagina. It’s allowed.”
You completely lost it laughing and he disappeared under your skirts. You smoothed them down so the only thing visible was Steve’s legs poking out from under them. He pushed your panties to the side and he began to lap slowly at your cunt, his tongue flat and using as much pressure as he could. You let your head fall back with your eyes closed, moaning gently, and without even meaning to you pushed your hips up against his face.
He pushed two fingers inside you and with practiced ease, found your g-spot and began stroking it firmly with his fingertips. As he did, he sucked your clit into his mouth and flicked his tongue over it. You began to pant and you thrust your fist into your mouth to muffle your moans. Heat swirled through you and your legs began to tremble. “Steve, Steve.” You murmured. “I’m gonna come.”
He squeezed your thigh and moved his hand faster. You jerked up under him and moaned, clenching your teeth as your orgasm shuddered through you.
Steve climbed out from under your skirt, panting heavily and climbed up onto the couch. You leaned over and started kissing him hungrily as you unbuckled his pants. When you pulled his cock free you stood up, gathered your skirts up and stepped over his lap. He slid his hands up the insides of your legs as you lowered yourself down and shifted your panties to the side as he guided his cock inside of you.
You started to rock your hips against him and put your hands on his shoulders. “You look so handsome in this suit, Steve.”
He smiled and kissed along your neck and down to your cleavage. “You look so beautiful. I thought I was going to cry.” He said and then blushed a deep red.
“What dirty little thought passed through your head then, darling husband?” You teased.
“Your breasts look amazing. Bigger even.” He chuckled.
You stifled a laugh. “Oh, kiss me, you old flattered.”
He cupped your jaw with both hands and pulled you into a deep kiss. You swiped your tongue over your lips, tasting yourself on him. As you bounced in his lap you could feel an orgasm building but it wouldn’t quite break. You increased your speed, bouncing harder and faster.
“Slow down, sweetheart,” Steve whispered.
“I can’t… I need to…”
He gripped the back of your neck and pulled you closer to him. His free hand went under your skirt, his fingers finding your clit and rolled over it. “I’ve got you, my love.” He breathed. He started kissing your neck and gently nipping at your skin. You slowed your pace and as you did your orgasm washed over you.
Steve pulled his hand away and wrapped his arms around you, pressing his body tightly against yours as he rested his head against your breasts. He started to thrust in time with you and with a sudden jerk, he came.
You went to climb off of him but he held onto you and looked deep into your eyes. “I am so glad we’re going to spend the rest of our lives together. I love you so much, my wife.”
You hummed and kissed him gently. It was now or never. “I love you too, daddy.”
Steve’s face screwed up in distaste. “Is that a kink thing?” He asked as he lifted you off his lap and began to clean himself up. “Because if so, I am not a fan.”
You broke down into giggles. “No. It’s not. Maybe that came out wrong. Let’s try again. You said; I love you so much, my…”
He looked at you confused as he zipped up his pants. “Wife.”
“Which is accurate. And then I said; I love you too, daddy.” You said and placed his hand on your stomach.
His eyes went wide. “Sweetheart?”
“Yes?”
“You’re pregnant?” He asked. His eyes started to shimmer with tears that weren’t quite ready to break.
“I am.”
His fingers moved back and forth along your stomach. “How long have you known?”
“I found out this morning.”
“Is that why you were sick?”
“It was.”
He didn’t say anything for a moment. He stood and picked you up, spinning you around and holding you close. “I’m going to be a dad?”
“You are.” You agreed, laughing and hugging him.
“Sweetheart,” He said, putting you back on your feet. “This was already the happiest day of my life. How did you just make it even better?”
You smiled and leaned up and kissed his cheek. “I told you. You get to have everything.”
He cradled your jaw and kissed you deeply.
There was a knock at the door and Steve reluctantly pulled back and opened the door. Your wedding planner stood there with a clipboard. “Are you ready?” She asked.
“Yeah, we’re ready,” Steve said, still smiling broadly.
She led you down the hall and had you wait at the doors to the Palm House. A moment later you heard Thor on the microphone. “Friends!” He called. “If you would all stand and welcome for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Steven Rogers.”
Steve smiled at you as the doors opened, and the two of you went in to celebrate your new lives together as a family.
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The Tower: The Queen of Asgard - 21
The Tower: The Queen of Asgard An Avengers Fanfic
Series Masterlist PREVIOUS //
Pairing: Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)
Word Count: 1629
Warnings: none
Synopsis: The twins are now three and while the Avengers know that Clint and Thor are the biological father’s none of them know or care which blond, blue-eyed baby is related to which man. When Riley gets the power to control wind and it becomes evident that she is the heir to the Asgardian throne, Elly, Steve, Thor, and Tony take the twins to Asgard to train her.
Not every Asgardian is happy with their king’s choice of consort, nor the impurity of the heir’s blood. While others expect Thor to make things more official. What’s clear is, the role of Queen of Asgard is not easily filled.
Author’s Note: written with my grumpy daughter @fanficwriter013
Chapter 21: The Proposal
It was after midday before everyone was up and feeling a little more clear-headed thanks to the potion we had brought back from the healers. We all sat around eating lunch and talking about the things we wanted to do or see while we were in Asgard when Thor cleared his throat.
Everyone turned to look at him.
“My beloveds, I know that I have not been very honest and forthcoming with many things. My feelings among them but also what is happening here in my homeworld and your place in that.” He said, sitting up straight and fidgeting with his fingers. I took his hand and he linked his fingers with mine and gave me an uncertain smile. “I know Elise has spoken to you about our bonding, but I know you must have many questions. I will try and explain the process and what it will mean for those that choose to do it.”
Steve sat forward in his chair, while Bruce seemed to try and make himself smaller. “The ceremony itself is much like a Midgardian wedding. It is overseen by a high priest. We make our vows to each other. Vows of love and commitment to stay together. It is a chance to say we choose each other and commit to each other as a family. If you bond with me, you will be my Royal Consorts and will be considered rulers of Asgard and the nine realms.”
“Thor,” Sam interrupted. “Why are they making you do this? Surely you can just continue on the way you were.”
Thor let out a breath. “It is an ancient custom. It is fine to rule with no consort when there is no heir. When there is an heir you’re expected to be bonded. I do not have to bond with all of you. I don’t even have to bond with Elise. But the tradition stands because if a commitment can be made to raise a child and rule the country it should be made to another to share in those burdens too.”
“So you could just bond with Elise?” Sam asked.
“Yes,” Thor said, lifting my hand to his mouth and kissing my knuckle. “She has much to my delight accepted.”
“So why all of us then?” Sam asked.
“Samuel. I don’t just want to do this because I am being forced. I want to do this because I love you. All of you. I would never force any of you to make such a commitment, but please never doubt that I want to make it to each and every one of you. I did not consistently return to Midgard for the sake of Midgard. I came for each of you.”
“We never realized your feelings were this strong, Thor,” Natasha said. “I was always under the impression we were just close friends with benefits.”
“For that, I apologize,” Thor said. “I tried to show you affection. I was keeping myself guarded. I was afraid of losing you. I was afraid if you saw this life I had you would reject it. I should have been more honest and from here on out, whether you accept or not, we are family. We share bonds whether we formalize them or not. You will no longer have reason to doubt my feelings.”
Everyone fell quiet for a moment and looked around at each other. “We love you too,” Steve said finally. “We always look forward to your visits. We always hope they will last longer. I’m sorry if we made you feel at any point that we would reject you.”
Thor smiled softly. “It was nothing you did. I promise.”
“What’s the ceremony like?” Wanda asked.
“We shall be bound together,” Thor answered.
“Yes, Loki said,” Wanda said. “Like a large web because there are so many of us.”
“That’s right,” Thor said. “We shall dress in ceremonial clothing, but made to each person’s taste. When we are bound we will take a drink of the bonding liquor and then we will go on a kind of quest of the spirit. It will be personal for each of us, but it will allow you to access your new power and to see your place in the relationship and your worthiness to rule.”
“What if we aren’t worthy?” Bucky asked.
“You are more than worthy. Trust me.” Thor said. “This isn’t about your past deeds. It is about how you work with each other and me. And you all make me a better person. I know that already. Even Loki could tell you that.”
Thor dropped down to his knee and the children immediately descended on him thinking it was some kind of game. Pietro immediately started scaling him, while Riley began to swing off his arm.
“I love each and every one of you. I dread the day I lose you. I want to share my life with each of you. To have you beside me, supporting me. I want to support each of you too. I would be very fortunate to have you agree to spend many more centuries together. Please would you do me the honor of bonding with me?”
“You sure you want all of us?” Sam asked again. “Some aren’t being dragged along just because we’re part of the group?”
Thor moved closer to Sam. “Samuel, whatever it is that has made you doubt that you aren’t as important to me as everyone else here, I apologize. I love you. I want you for who you are. Your strength and your kindness. Your sense of right and wrong. How you make me feel.”
Sam opened and closed his mouth a few times. “Yes. Yes, I’ll bond with you.” He leaned down and kissed Thor deeply. Thor’s hand went to the back of Sam’s neck and not even Riley trying to push them apart made them break the kiss before they were ready.
When they finally did break away Thor looked around at all the others.
“Yes,” Steve said. “I’ll bond with you.”
“Me too,” Bucky added.
Natasha gave a small nod. “You’ve got me too.”
“And me,” Clint said.
“I would love to bond with you, Thor,” Wanda said, running her hand down his arm. “All of you.”
“Yeah. You’re all my people.” Tony said though he was looking right at me. “I want to bond.”
As each person agreed Thor’s smile got bigger and bigger until it was just Bruce who hadn’t said yes. We all looked at him expectantly though the scientist had drawn in on himself.
“I - I -” Bruce stammered. “Do you realize what you’re asking?”
“Yes,” Thor said moving close to Bruce and cupping his cheeks in both hands. “I am asking you, Bruce Banner, to bond with me.”
“But you don’t just get me. You get him too and you’ll be stuck with both of us.” Bruce said.
“I want him too, my love,” Thor said. “I enjoy the Hulk’s company. It would be an honor to spend my life with him as well. Plus he is part of you-” he tapped Bruce’s chest. “-and I want you. Please say yes.”
“What about the rest of you?” Bruce asked. “You all just okay with being stuck for thousands of years with me and the Hulk.”
“We wouldn’t be stuck with you, Brucie Bear,” Tony said. “We love you. We all love you. Me most of all.”
“Hey!” I said playfully. “Don’t make me fight you for who loves Bruce most.”
Bruce started to flush. “I just… I want you all to know what this means.”
“We all know. Don’t we?” Steve said. Everyone nodded and Natasha rubbed Bruce’s thigh. “You are one of us. We love you. We all want you to do this.”
Bruce took a deep breath and nodded. “Yes. Tentatively yes. I do … I love you all. I just… please really consider it. I can’t force you all to be stuck with me.”
“We chose you, Bruce,” I said. “I chose you.”
Bruce blushed and nodded and Thor leaned up and kissed him tenderly. “You have all made me so happy.” He said when he pulled back.
“So now what?” Natasha asked.
Thor returned to his seat beside me and the kids climbed into his lap. “Now I start the preparations. I will have tailors come and help you each to design your clothes and jewelry if you would like it.”
“Oh, that will be so much fun,” Wanda said.
Thor smiled affectionately at her. “It should be perfect.” He said. “But first, tonight we have the feast to introduce both you as my consorts and the children to the kingdom. There will be people to help style you but the clothes you wear will already be made. I will go and select them if you are all okay with that.”
There was a general agreement from the others. “Alright then. I shall go and start the preparations. Thank you again, my beloveds. You cannot know how delighted I am right now.”
He stood. The Thor that almost skipped out of the room seemed to be free of all the burdens he had been carrying since he’d first arrived at the compound because his daughter had come into his powers. All the stress and worry had been replaced with joy.
I still worried about this long lost sibling, but for now, I swept it aside. The others had all started buzzing with talks about weddings and being married, new powers and not having to lose each other. I relaxed with them and finished my lunch, excited and nervous about what was to come. I hadn’t realized how tense I’d been about everything. As I relaxed my eyelids grew heavy and I slowly drifted off to sleep.
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