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Time of the Damned

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Kathleen (OFC).

Word count: 1162 words.

Summary: After what happened at the base in Siberia, Steve and Kath talk about what happened in the fight at the airport.

Warnings: Steve and Kath had a kind of trouble in their relationship.

A/N: This is my entry to @supraveng‘s 500 Follower Challenge with the fic title #10:

“Time of the Damned.”

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Early in July 2016

 Kathleen felt desperate. She had to find a way to get Wanda out of the raft; she was sure that Fury already knew about the situation. However, she had to tell Pietro what was going on...

She hadn't told Wanda anything yet, but they kept watching for his safety.

She couldn't open a portal to get her out of there; her powers wouldn't work. She had heard about the Raft. However, she knew that mutant detention centers were much worse. Well, Steve wanted to get everyone out. She didn't think to oppose it. Since the only thing she cared about was her best friend, she wouldn't lose her again. They had several places where they could stay, but she knew Wanda would want to be with Vision. While Kath had to fix her situation with Steve, they would still find a safe place.

At that point, Bucky was insisting to Steve that he should fix things with Kathleen; at least something had to come out of what was happening. After that, they could try to fix everything, although surely some things would not be possible. Maybe there was still a place in the world where they could live quietly.

"Chase, Alex, please tell me if there is any way to get into that prison," Kath stared at them. She hoped they would answer her. Of course, even if she used her powers, she couldn't make the ghosts talk.

"Of course, there is, you just have to think clearly," Nico's ghost said behind her. Kath turned to see her friend.

"Magic, it's most likely not magic-proof," Kath replied, with her eyes shining.

Chase finally spoke, "There's another, easier way, and you're the only one outside who can contact them."

"What? Clearly, I can't tell Fury... THE ALGORITHM! " Kathleen opened her eyes excitedly. How could she have forgotten it? ".Are you sure that will do it?"

"You know perfectly well the scope of the algorithm," Alex reminded her.

Kath nodded. She sat while watching the vegetation of the place and thought about the only thing that could be somewhat difficult would be to get to where she had access, although using her powers could prevent Steve and Bucky from noticing. She started devising a plan. She was going to get Wanda out of that horrible place. They had had enough. She had lost so many friends that she couldn't let something happen to the twins, and then she would worry about what she had to do with Steve and her.

"Kath?" Steve called her, and she was startled.

Is something wrong? Does Bucky have problems again? "

"No, he's fine. Well, he's not right, but he already told me everything that happened." Steve said, "He shut up for a few seconds and swallowed hard." However, Bucky was right, he had to fix the situation with his fiancée... or maybe she didn't want to marry him anymore. She didn't know what was going to happen yet. "Kath, doll, what happened a few days ago at the airport is a misunderstanding."

"She kissed you. I know, there's no need for you to give me some explanation, Steve." Maybe at that time or when we were leaving that base in Siberia... I lost my mind, so many things have happened, Wanda needs me. "

Is everything okay between us? Do you still want to marry me? " Steve questioned fearfully. He wasn't sure what would happen next, and with the current situation, maybe she wanted to have a "quieter" life.

It's all good. "Yes, we're still getting married, but first I have to get Wanda out of the raft before she gets taken to some mutant detention center and finds a way to fix this."

"I know where they are; that's where they wanted to send us." Actually, we have to devise a plan to enter that prison and release them, but without releasing dangerous criminals," Steve imagined.

"Trust me, I know what to do," Kathy said. Steve raised his eyebrows, but he didn't have much choice either, especially since he didn't want to do or say something to make her angry. He didn't want to ruin everything again.

"Okay, but we must hurry. Maybe we have to stay for a while in Wakanda. "

"In Wakanda?" "I don't think it's a good idea. In the end, they also signed the Accords. We don't know who we can trust or not," she interrupted him.

It will only be a couple of days, I promise you. I assure you that they will not be able to enter easily and it will be difficult for them to find us. "Steve took his hand and put the ring back on, which he had put away after their fight.” She looked at the jewel for a few seconds and smiled. "Are you okay?"

"I am, I was just thinking about how hypocritical Stark is, you will see that if he and Pepper have a baby and is a mutant, he will do everything possible to break the Accords or have them modified or something in his favor. It was also a big mistake that he meddled in this to that spider-child, Stark has condemned him, you too, the whole team, and his friends. Mutants are damned, this seems like a nightmare again, I hope that one day we will find the tranquillity we deserve. Ross and everyone who signed has made a big mistake, the day they need us, it will be too late; the only good thing is that they will have to take responsibility for what goes wrong."

"How do you know that? Did you have any premonitions? " Steve questioned whether he was interested in what his fiancée said; maybe he could use it to his advantage to fix the situation.

"No, Stevie, I didn't have any premonition this time. I would have liked to have had it. I would have looked for a way to prevent all this from happening and we would have continued with the plans we had. Everything would have remained the same." What I said is from my own experience. I have lost many people. Sometimes you had to flee; you were on the ice when all that happened, but ask Wanda about our childhood and maybe you will understand. "

"I have something else to confess to you," Steve sighed. "I sent Tony a mobile phone that it can't intervene, so he can contact me in case of emergency."

Kath let out a mocking chuckle upon hearing it. "If he calls you, it will be too late, his pride doesn’t allow him to see how wrong he is, but that does not matter now."

"You're right, we have to get them out of that place, we go to Bucky to tell him the plan," Steve took her hand to help her up, they walked, but before they went in, he stopped and kissed her.

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Cloaked heart

A/N: For @supraveng ’s 500 follower challenge. Congratulations once again, my darling!

Pairing: Loki x F! Reader

Warnings: Fluff.

Word count: 1.1k

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How did you end up here again? Running for your life and hiding from people chasing you to death.

Oh right. Because of Loki.

The man was going to be the death of you quite literally, and quite soon. The time you had spent rescuing him from the enemies he’d made while risking your own life solely because your job demanded it were countless.

Well, that was a lie.

You didn’t save his life just because it was your job. You did develop a soft spot for him over the years, a part of you understood why he did what he did and empathised with him.

Empathised and even…loved?

Let’s not go there.

With a shake of your head, you pushed those thoughts away for another time.

A loud blast just inches from your feet sent you flying in the air before crash landing you in rubble.

There was a ringing in your ear before the pain from your cuts and bruises registered as you sat up, tasting metal on your tongue.

There was a dull pressure you felt on your right shoulder, your eyes strained trying to make the surroundings less hazy as a familiar pair of emerald green full of worry searched yours.

You were trying your best to focus on them, let him know you were either about to pass out or die as your limbs felt heavier by the second, sleep tugging your eyelids close.

The last thing you saw was Loki’s concerned face, calling out your name desperately before darkness clouded your vision and you lost consciousness.

…

Cold.

Icy cold wind hit your face the moment you began to wake up, slicing brutally at your bruises causing you to wince.

“We’re almost there, darling. Stay with me.”

Loki whispered urgently, carrying you as fast as he could to the nearest shelter in sight.

While your brain processed everything at a slower pace, the pounding heading and overall exhaustion you felt took over but you did register the urgency in his voice.

More importantly, he called you darling.

That was a first.

Fighting your level best, you tried to stay awake while the urge to fall back asleep grew strong. Loki’s worried eyes scanned your face, hating himself for being the reason for your current state.

Had he not been who fate had decided for him to be, and had he not made more enemies than friends, you wouldn’t be in danger.

And now if anything happened to you, it would be his fault. A mistake which he would never forgive himself for.

You focused on your breathing, your peripheral vision let you know that the surroundings were different, in fact completely alien.

This wasn’t Earth. Definitely not.

“Where are we?”

You croaked, your voice was barely audible but Loki held you tighter as he walked, whispering something about getting you out of here soon. That was what you registered last before darkness surrounded you once more.

…

The second time your eyes opened, you felt a pair of familiar arms around your body, holding you to his chest, rubbing your back soothingly in attempts to warm you.

Loki.

You were tucked securely between his legs, face buried in the crook of his neck, your breath fanning his skin.

“Where are we, Loki?”

Your raspy voice reached his ears before he pulled back to examine your face. Relief washed over him as he scanned your features for signs of pain and found none.

“How are you feeling?”

His voice was soft, you caught his hand almost reaching up to cup your face before he decided against it and reluctantly placed it back down. He sensed the hesitation when squirmed away as best as you could.

You hadn’t been in close proximity with the Jotun God before, you barely got along let alone hold a conversation for more than five minutes.

“Cold.” You whispered honestly, wincing as a sharp pain shot through your leg.

Glancing at the surroundings of a dark and dingy and what looked like a cave, you frowned, your previously unanswered question coming back.

“Loki, where are—”

“It matters not. My abominable actions have landed you in trouble again, I assure you, Lady (Y/N), I will get you out of here.”

There was detest and anguish in Loki’s voice, he wouldn’t look you in the eye and by the looks of it was on the verge of tears.

Tears.

You hadn’t met this Loki before.

“We are far from Earth, aren’t we?”

He merely nodded.

“And you thought of this unyielding, icy planet for shelter?”

You laughed dryly, pulling yourself next to him, your shoulders touching.

“It was the device. It…led us here. I wasn’t aware how it worked, I took a chance and it failed, obviously.” He shifted closer, hands fumbling at his sides as he spoke, he was aching to hold you in his arms once again.

“You must hate me. Think of me as an evil monster—”

“I don't think you’re evil.”

You simply stated, looking up at the man and catching him off guard. He finally met your gaze, the resentment that swum in his emerald greens now mixed with astonishment.

“You don’t?”

“No. I think you’re just lost. Misguided. And you don’t know any other way.”

For a brief moment you saw the lost boy who was told he was an abomination, while his brother’s laurels were sung.

Maybe it was the icy draft of the breeze or your repressed feelings acting out, but you couldn’t help wrapping your arms around Loki, tugging him close.

Smiling to himself, he accepted your touch and hugged you back.

“You know, for a Frost Giant you are surprisingly warm.” You murmured, grinning when you heard his soft chuckle, his face nuzzled against your hair.

There was a flash of green and a flick of Loki’s wrist before you two were enveloped in a soft viridian blanket.

You couldn’t tell how long you stayed there, and you didn’t want it to end. It was so surreal to begin with, it made you wonder if the circumstances were different, where the two of you would stand.

Almost sensing where your mind was headed, Loki’s grip around you tightened.

“I think I like you…?” He whispered. If you hadn’t been in close proximity, you would’ve missed it.

“Think?”

“I think it is a ninety-nine percent chance I do.”

“I’ll take it.”

You giggled, pulling back slightly to notice Loki’s eyes lowered to your lips before you closed the distance between the two of you.

Soft at first, your lips molded against his perfectly, your breaths mingled as you lost yourself in the kiss. Loki nibbled on your lower lip, smiling as he heard your soft sigh.

“You know, there’s another way of warming our bodies…”

He smirked, parting your lips but leaning his forehead against yours.

“I almost died of hypothermia today, if you think I’m going to have sex with you just to stay warm, you’re absolutely right.”

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Killing midnight

Title: Killing Midnight

note: congratulations to @supraveng for hitting 500 follows!!! keep up the good work! also this is not exact to the point of what happened in the show it is completely of my own doing... sorry if that messes anyone up... :)

Pairing: Soulless!Sam x Reader

Any Fandom Dark Bingo: "you're the worst mistake I've ever made."

H&H: power kink

SPN Kink: Soulless!Sam

tags: mentions of death, sacrifice, blood, gore, shots fired, death etc

rating: 18+ just to be safe

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you had goten engaged right before your fiance got basically possessed and taken over by lucifer (the devil), in order to start the apocalpse and take over the world.

so in order to stop the apocalypse your fiance broke through lucifer's hold a bit at the last second on the battle field and told you he loved you one more time before his half brother Adam (possessed by Michael) dragged your fiance's body and soul into the pit...

that was a year ago... and let me tell you what a year it has been. you had gone to the bar almost every single night... you left no hunt unturned, you had basically cut all communications with everyone. you had gone off the grid to try and process your grief...

on this particular night you had just finished desimating a pack of ravenous werewolves and gone back to your vehicle when you foudn it trashed and all but destroyed...

yn: can this evening get any worse?

thats when your watch vibrated against your wrist, you took your phone out to see who was calling you... this time as you knelt near your ruined vehicle you decided to pick up the call...

yn: hello...

dean: hey kiddo, how fast can you get to chicago?

you look around at the mess and you breathe in deeply.

yn: i need a ride, im pinging you my location... a pack of idiot wolves destroyed my car...

dean: i got ya sweetheart see you soon!

the line disconnected at the sound of the Impala roaring down the highway... guess dean wasnt kidding when he said that he would see you soon...

you stripped off your bloody shirt and pants and began to rumage through the torn and destroyed clothing to try and find something... you managed to find a pair of short shorts, but no top...

so you decided to see if any of your trunks or bags survived. one of your trunks survived which was good... so you stuck your purse in there and your phone as well.

you then shut the trunk, and sat on it after moving it far enough from the wreckage where you threw a glass bottle of gin at the wreckage and then threw your match book.

the car blazed in a glorious fire... this was a sad but happy sight... for it meant a new car for you and a reunion of important circumstances. it was about an hour ish later when the familiar sound of a purring engine stopping pulled you out of your own thoughts.

the sound of the door opening and the sound of a familiar voice calling you.

dean: hey yn!!!

you got up and ran into the arms of your brother-in-law...

yn: im so sorry dean.. i should have been there for you... i wasnt the only one who lost him... you did too... im sorry...

dean could only hug you tighter...

dean: you have nothing to apologize for yn, its all good... now lets get you and this trunk to the car... we need to be in chicago by morning to meet with bobby...

yn: did he say why?

dean: nope but thats bobby... he'd rather say it in person then on the phone...

You and Dean lug your trunk to the car, and get inside...

Dean: it's gonna be okay... plus whatever this is may take your mind off of whatever is bothering you.

Yn: its nothing just yesterday was the 7 month-a-versary of Sam's sacrifice. So I'm still processing that...

Dean had to check himself he didn't remember about that... he didn't think about how hard this was for you.

Dean: omg yn I'm so sorry. I didn't even think about this...

You placed your hand on deans forearm.

Yn: its okay... we are gonna be late if we don't leave for Chicago now...

Dean: well then hang on tight yn we will get to Chicago before nights end...

You sat back and placed your feet on the seat using your brother in law as a pillow the impala roared across the pavement, within 5 hours of straight driving you guys arrived at a motel in the Chicago border.

You and Dean checked in and walked into the room. You and Dean placed your trunk on the floor and locked the door using the trunk to barricade the door...

Dean: we can now sleep peacefully for a few hours once we salt the windows and the trunk as well...

Yn: I already used your phone to send Bobby a ping of our location and the room number we are in... is every protection up?

Dean: now they are... get some rest Bobby will knock when he arrives.

You and Dean get in separate beds... but facing eachother it was the only comfortable way you could fall asleep. This was the first actual good sleep you had since Sam passed.

Around 9am rolls around and there is a loud knock at the door this prompts dean to get up with his handheld... he slowly goes to the window and peaks through a small crack in the curtain...

he gestures for you to sit up as he lowers his handheld and opens the door revealing bobby standing in the doorway...

bobby: boy seriously what the hell is wrong with you.. now bring that suitcase to the center of the room... let me in and please tell me you have some decent...

thats when bobby's eyes landed on your slightly dazed form on the bed.

Bobby: my god, yn is that you?

You get up off the bed slowly and walk a bit away from the bed...

Yn: hey uncle Bobby!

Bobby who was struck by tears of relief in that moment rushed you in a big bear hug...

Dean: can I go pee while yn tells you what she's been doing...

Bobby: just don't be all day ya idjit!

Dean left toward the bathroom after locking the hotel room door... Bobby sat with you on the bed as you told him your tale of woe...

You told him how you kinda went off the deep end big time, killing every single monster from here to LA and back along the coast... and about the drinking and how you had not given a care in the world about sleeping in a proper bed for almost 7 full months...

bobby: oh my god yn why didnt you call or something...

yn: i was too ashamed... i wasnt sure of the repricutions of my running away and not going to the rite of mourning... i miss him everyday bobby... i cant do anything about it... all i could do was drink my self until i blacked out after every hunt every day since Sam died. i slept in my car all the time... i never stopped at a hotel... i never ever exoected to be welcomed back into yours or deans arms as much as i already have...

bobby: dont worry bout that right now YN just relax and grab one of those beers your gonna need it... yo dean boy get your ass out of that bathroom and we will begin this meeting properly..

Dean had just come out of the bathroom when Bobby had screamed that...

Dean: I'm here, I'm here, so Bobby what's the emergency that was so huge that both me and YN had to rush out here.

Bobby: omens boy, dark ones, same kind that surrounded the apocalypse ordeal...

Yn: wait wait wait woah time out are you suggesting that...

Bobby: at this point we can't rule out any possibilities.... the problem is that we don't know how or when or why or who would/could have brought him back...

Yn: when did the omens start?

Bobby: a week after the tragic ordeal. But I also have been tracking another anomaly it's most unusual cause this one has been following the most explicit pattern. It's been all over the place and it should be here... cause I tracked it here this morning... it was in Colorado mountains with a burned car in the woods...

You and Dean watch as Bobby pulls up the report on the laptop... you turn away and go to the mirror...

Yn: that was my car uncle Bobby...

Bobby takes his emf detection device and holds it near you...

Bobby: good grief yn your lighting up like a Christmas tree...

You pull out the one keepsake that you always keep in the little container in the trunk... you throw it on the bed..

It opens to reveal a test you had taken after Sam sacrifices himself... Bobby and Dean both look at it then at you..

That's of course when Castiel appears intot he room...

Castiel: OK good we are all together yn what do you say we speed you up to date...

Yn: put me at 7 and a half months... I don't want to freak him out if he is back..

castiel waves his hand and your belly suddenly grows to a substantial pregnant belly. castiel breathes in and turns to address Bobby and Dean all of them allowing you to go to the washroom to freshen up and such.

Castiel: dont worry she will be fine...

dean: you helped her hide this secret why?

castiel: cause she had lost sam it was hard enough so she asked me to hide this, to slow it down to give her the year to mourn and to kill everything that got in her way.

dean: so you knew when you came to see me a few months back...

castiel: it wasnt my secret to tell... besides i knew if i had she would have known and the spell i had done would have collapsed... she would have been in danger.

dean now frustrated knocks a candle off the table.

dean: in danger, she was already in danger... this should never have happened... i should never have let her run off like that... but another thanks for being here is do you know if...

castiel nods and addresses the room..

castiel: yes he is back... but he is different... his aura is not the same sam who he was before he was possessed by Lucifer... this one is different... im here to help as a friend, now lets work on this shit and run through it like hell...

you come out of the washroom wearing a pair of leggings and a tank top...

yn: there is something else you all should know as well... Cas i dont know if you could feel it or not but somthing else happened the day that Sam died.

Cas, Dean, Bobby all sat down to listen intently to what else you had to say.

YN: its my physical body, yes im pregnant and yes its Sam's baby... but that night when i went to the hotel outside of Portland... but i had to vomit about a mile out of the hotel parking lot... so i pulled off shut down the car and got out... but instead of vomit i emmited a shockwave of sorts. ever since then ive been collecting various spell books from witches that i have killed... and every single spell ive tried and done have worked...

Castiel: well that explains why your body scan that i had to do when i lifted the protection off you looked different than it did when i first placed it on you...

dean: woah woah woah so wait your telling me that...

yn: that im a witch and it makes hunting so much easier... now lets go find Sam... any idea where to start...

Castiel: he is here in Chicago... and he isnt alone... there were others that came back from the pit with him...

The only person in that room making a lik of sense was you... it seemed in that moment that your mind was just talking for you..

Yn: but I mean we just he was... it's only been 7 months... like it's not been a full year so who...

Castiel: that's what I'm hoping we can find out...

Dean: well first we need to find him and see what kind of state he is in...

Bobby gasps and grabs his fed badge and you do the same so does dean when he gets dressed.

Bobby: I've just received a hit on the police radar... a male matching Sam's description and 2 other males were spotted running through the street fair with machetes in hand... a bunch of frightened fair folk... the police are quarantined off the area. We need to get down there before...

You pull your pistol out and load it up... strapping on your holster... and tucking it in...

You had your shoes and leather jacket on before anyone else did... you snatched the keys to the impala...

Yn: dean can you ride with Bobby.. since you boys aren't ready yet... Cas come with me... it will be easier to hide the pregnancy again while we go through the park...

Dean: you got it kiddo.

You and Cas get into the impala and you smile as she fires right up...

Bobby: I can't believe you are letting her drive the impala... your baby...

Dean: never argue with a pregnant woman... but she won't like it if we are late to the party...

Bobby nodded both of them pulling their butts in gear... you were wanting to get there in no time at all...

Speeding mildly you and Cas badges in hand were at the scene of the street fair where crowds of people panicking.

You tell Cas to clear the crowd while you go further into the fair grounds... your handheld cocked, and in your hand for you are not sure what kind of situation you would find...

Walking a few more moments, you are grabbed and thrown into a dark room... your handheld dropped on the ground in the commotion, your only thought was to fight off whatever or whoever had grabbed you.

You hear footsteps jump you from behind, this goes on for several moments till you are knocked out, loosing consciousness at the view of 4 dark figures who stare at you...

You are the one person who these asshats could never imagine would have been at the street fair.

Meanwhile, at the streetfair Cas finds your handheld in the now empty street, Cas then goes to the entrance finding Dean and Bobby who have just gotten out of the car.

Dean: where is YN?

Cas: she isn't here, I lost track of her in the crowd, her presence isn't here, not anymore, but Sam was definitely here, but other familial presences are also blending with Sam's...

Bobby: as in other Winchesters or something else?

Cas: not John's side, it's Mary's side of the family line...

Dean couldn't imagine what horrors await for them, all he knew was he had to find you. Dean threw his punches at the impala, his baby, his car, there was no way that you were gonna be able to survive whatever was happening.

Dean: we have yo find her, now today and figure out who these freaks are that have my sis in law and future mother of my niece or nephew.

Meanwhile now in a field leaning against a tree stump in the dark cold air... you hear a familiar voice...

Sam: let me do it please let me do it...

Samuel: are you sure you can... boy you did mention how she once meant alot to you..

Sam: don't worry she doesn't mean anything to me anymore.

Chris: good, cause she is radiating huge amounts of power. And I look forward to seeing her squirm...

Sam let out a low hiss, only to hear you groan, you start to move, but are bound to the stump...

You start trying silent spells, all of which bounce off hurting you...

Sam: well well well, the girl I never ever thought I'd see again... I wasn't even sure you would ever remember who I was...

Yn: your not my fiance... your not my Sam, so who are you, you crazy evil son of a bitch and why are you wearing my dead fiances face...

Sam: oh its me alright sweetheart... but the new and improved me... the version of me who finally realizes that you're the worst mistake ive ever made! But surely by now castiel, Bobby and Dean all have noticed your missing and are attempting to find you alive... but they won't... cause your one of which we have hunted our whole lives, your a witch and we never knew... so first I'm gonna strip you of your powers, then I'm gonna wait till Dean and them get here and then I'll kill you to prove my point...

It took a few moments for Dean to track your phone, him Bobby and Cas all speeding to you in the impala...

Your body almost completely drained of magic when the lights of the impala shon through the trees... voices shouting, guns were raised, but deans words were shocking most of all...

Dean: grandpa Samual Campbell...

Samuel: you must be Dean... my God you boys look so much like Mary with hints of your father in you too...

Yn: if your their grandfather then that makes you... oh God, aaaaahhhhh!

You scream once more as Sam, the fiance you once knew, the man you gave yourself too, the father of your baby, drains the final bit of your magic...

You hang your head, your breathing heavy, but something changes within you, sparks of your power shine through Sam's Soulless eyes...

Yn: just do it you Soulless beast, get it overnight cause I can't stand to see you wearing the face of the love of my life. Dean, Cas, Bobby ill bring his soul back I promise!

With that last word the Soulless man before you, rips out your heart and throws it to the ground... the clock chimes midnight and your pronounced dead...

~the end for now~

[nekoannie-chan]

El tiempo de los Malditos

Pareja: Steve Rogers X Kathleen (OFC).

Palabras: 1110 palabras.

Sinopsis: Después de lo que pasó en la base en Siberia, Steve y Kath platican sobre lo que ocurrió en la pelea en el aeropuerto.

Advertencias: Kath y Steve tienen una discusión en su relación.

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Principios de Julio 2016

 Kathleen se sentía desesperada, debía encontrar la manera de sacar a Wanda del Raft; ella estaba segura de que Fury ya sabía de la situación, sin embargo, tenía que contarle lo que pasaba a Pietro…

Todavía ella no le había contado nada a Wanda, pero seguían vigilando por la propia seguridad de él.

No podía abrir un portal para sacarla de ahí, sus poderes no funcionarían, había escuchado acerca del Raft, no obstante sabía que los centros de detención de mutantes eran mucho peor, bueno, Steve quería sacar a todos, a ella no pensaba oponerse, ya que lo único que le importaba era su mejor amiga, no la perdería de nuevo. Ellas tenían varios lugares donde podían quedarse, pero sabía que Wanda querría estar con Vision, mientras que Kath tenía que arreglar su situación con Steve, aun así encontrarían un lugar seguro.

Bucky le estuvo insistiéndole a Steve que debía arreglar las cosas con Kathleen, al menos algo tenía que salir bien de lo que estaba ocurriendo, después de eso podrían tratar de arreglar todo, aunque seguramente algunas cosas no serían posible. Tal vez todavía hubiera en el mundo un lugar donde podrían vivir tranquilos.

—Chase, Alex, por favor, díganme si hay alguna manera de entrar a esa prisión —Kath los miró fijamente, esperaba que ellos les respondiera, claro que aunque usara sus poderes no podía hacer que los fantasmas hablaran.

—Por supuesto que la hay, simplemente debes de pensar con claridad —dijo el fantasma de Nico atrás de ella, Kath volteó a ver a su amiga.

—Magia, lo más seguro es que no sea a prueba de magia —contestó Kath con los ojos brillando.

—Hay otra forma más fácil y eres la única afuera que puede contactarles —Chase finalmente habló.

—¿Qué? Obviamente, no le puedo decir a Fury… ¡EL ALGORITMO! —Kathleen abrió emocionada los ojos, ¿cómo podía haberlo olvidado? —. ¿Estás seguro de que eso servirá?

—Tú sabes perfectamente del alcance del Algoritmo —Alex le recordó.

Kath asintió, se sentó mientras observaba la vegetación del lugar y reflexionaba, lo único que podría ser algo difícil sería llegar a donde ella tenía el acceso, aunque usando sus poderes podría evitar que Steve y Bucky se dieran cuenta. Comenzó a idear un plan, iba a sacar a Wanda de ese horrible sitio, ya habían tenido suficiente, había perdido a tantos amigos que no podía dejar que le pasara algo a los mellizos, luego se preocuparía de lo que pasara con Steve y ella.

—¿Kath? —Steve la llamó y ella se sobresaltó.

—¿Pasa algo? ¿Bucky tiene problemas de nuevo?

—No, él está bien, bueno, no está bien, pero ya me contó todo lo que pasó… —dijo Steve, se calló unos segundos y tragó saliva con dificultad. Sin embargo, Bucky tenía razón, debía arreglar la situación con su prometida… o tal vez ella ya no quería casarse con él, aún no sabía lo que iba a pasar—. Kath, muñeca, lo que pasó hace unos días en el aeropuerto, es un malentendido…

—Ella te besó, lo sé, no hay necesidad de que me des alguna explicación, Steve. A lo mejor en ese momento o cuando estábamos saliendo de aquella base en Siberia… perdí la cabeza, han pasado tantas cosas, Wanda me necesita.

—¿Todo está bien entre nosotros? ¿Aún te quieres casar conmigo? —Steve cuestionó temeroso, no estaba seguro de lo que pasaría y con la situación actual, tal vez ella quisiera tener una vida más “tranquila”.

—Todo está bien. Sí, aún nos vamos a casar, pero primero tengo que sacar a Wanda del Raft, antes de que la lleven a algún centro de detención de mutantes y buscar una forma de solucionar esto.

—Sé en donde están ellos, ahí era donde realmente nos querían mandar, tenemos que idear un plan para entrar a esa prisión y liberarlos, pero sin liberar a delincuentes peligrosos —Steve sentenció.

—Confía en mí, sé que hacer —Kathy aseguró, Steve alzó las cejas, pero tampoco tenía mucha opción, sobre todo porque no quería hacer o decir algo para que ella se enojara, no quería arruinar todo de nuevo.

—Está bien, pero debemos apurarnos. Quizás tengamos que quedarnos un tiempo en Wakanda…

—¿En Wakanda? No creo que sea buena idea, al final ellos también firmaron los Acuerdos, no sabemos realmente en quien podemos confiar o no —ella puntualizó.

—Solo serán un par de días, te lo prometo. Te aseguro que ahí no podrán entrar fácilmente y será difícil que nos encuentren. Dos semanas a lo mucho, simplemente necesitamos reorganizarnos y planear de nuevo lo de la boda —Steve le tomó la mano y volvió a ponerle el anillo, él lo había guardado después de aquella pelea que tuvieron. Ella miró la joya por unos segundos y sonrió. —¿Estás bien?

—Lo estoy, nada más estaba pensando en lo hipócrita que es Stark, ya verás que si él y Pepper llegan a tener un bebé y es un mutante, él hará todo lo posible para romper los Acuerdos o que los modifiquen o algo a su favor. También fue un gran error que entrometiera en esto a ese niño, Stark lo ha condenado, a ti también, a todo el equipo, a sus amigos. Los mutantes estamos condenados, esto parece de nuevo una pesadilla, espero que algún día encontremos la tranquilidad que nos merecemos. Ross y todos los que firmaron han cometido un gran error, el día que nos necesiten, será muy tarde; lo único bueno, es que ellos tendrán que asumir la responsabilidad de lo que salga mal.

—¿Cómo sabes eso? ¿Tuviste alguna premonición? —Steve cuestionó interesado por lo que su prometida dijo, tal vez podía usarlo a su favor para arreglar la situación.

—No, Stevie, no tuve ninguna premonición esta vez, me hubiera gustado tenerla, habría buscado la manera de evitar que pasara todo esto y habríamos seguido con los planes que teníamos, todo hubiese continuado igual. Lo que dije es por experiencia propia, he perdido a muchas personas, algunas veces había que huir; tú estabas en el hielo cuando todo eso pasó, pero pregúntale a Wanda sobre nuestra infancia y quizás entiendas.

—Tengo otra cosa que confesarte —Steve suspiró —. Le envié a Tony un celular que no pueden intervenir, para que se comunique conmigo en caso de emergencia.

Kath soltó una risita burlona al escucharlo. — Si te llega a hablar será muy tarde, su orgullo no le permite ver lo equivocado que está, pero eso no importa ahora.

—Tienes razón, tenemos que sacarlos de ese lugar, vamos con Bucky para contarle el plan —Steve le tomó la mano para ayudarla a levantarse, caminaron, pero antes de entrar, él se detuvo y la besó.

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We were on a break - Chapter 4

A/N: I had plans on expanding this chapter but decided against it. The series may be longer lol.

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: Strong language, angst, injuries.

Word count: 1198

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“Do we have an audio on the Presidential Suite yet?”

You were pacing around your hotel suite, while Clint and Ward tried to get an audio-visual on Andrew Leeds’ suite that was located less than 500 metres away from where you were living in Four Seasons. His room was bugged by the team on the same night you arrived in Seychelles. Miniature voice recorders disguised as extra room cards were set up, apart from that you needed a visual on people in Leeds’ close circles to effectively take out and/or take into custody.

“We will. Patience (Y/L/N).” Clint answered, glancing at you while his fingers flew over the computer.

“I still think we should go old school.” Grant stood up and joined you, placing his hands on your shoulder to halt your marching.

“Leeds isn’t stupid Ward.”

“As a matter of fact he is. Trust me I know him, he’s never once missed an opportunity to get into the pants of beautiful women when he’s on holiday.” He seemed shifty-eyed over what he’d just said.

“What do you mean you know him?”

“I meant I know his type. Hydra’s after his money and he is nothing but a walking wallet. Killing his men won’t get you the information we need that charming him with your personality will. Hydra won’t waste any time in discarding the man after they’re done and we’ll be left with nothing.” Ward stated matter-of-factly, his expression hiding his true intentions but for some reason you decided to trust the man. He was a senior and had much more experience than you did plus it was your first time leading a mission.

“Are we going with the birthday protocol then?” Clint chimed in, leaving you frowning between the two men.

“We sure are.”

“What birthday protocol? Excuse me what have you been planning without keeping me in the loop?” you were mildly irritated at this point.

“Nothing. Get some rest (Y/L/N). Big day tomorrow.”

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“Wake up birthday girl.”

You mumbled ‘go away’ before turning away from the source of noise and pulling the blankets over your head in attempts to go back to sleep. Unfortunately Tony was having none of it, the sheets were off your body in one swift motion exposing your half naked body to the cold air of the room before Tony climbed on top of you, poking you till you whined and opened your eyes.

“There she is. What would the birthday girl like to do today?”

Tony wasn’t usually this chipper so early in the morning, hell he was never in bed with you on most days so seeing him in this jovial mood was heart-warming, though you wished he’d wake you up a little later.

“I’d like to sleep please.” You stated with a pout that didn’t last long as Tony kissed that pout lovingly.

“Okay we can sleep but not before I give you your present.” With that he began littering your face with kisses while his hands tickled your sides making your squirm and giggle, there was no escaping as he had you pinned underneath him. You grabbed his wrist as he reached your panties, very aware of what that ‘present’ was.

“Last time I checked it was my birthday Tony.”

Now it was his turn to pout while you shook your head at his antics.

“But it’s not every day you have Iron Man going down on you.”

You hit his face with a pillow before rolling him off the bed, laughing as you ran to the bathroom, leaving a shocked looking Tony on your bedroom floor.

Your eyes opened to the sounds of seagulls in the distance along with waves crashing against the rocky beach that was visible from your hotel window. A sight you could watch for hours, you could if you wanted to, it was your birthday after all and you were free to do whatever the hell you wanted.

Your phone kept buzzing with texts from people you knew, a few missed calls from your friends and family who’d called at midnight but you hadn’t picked up, having gone to bed early and on purpose to avoid exactly that. You read the texts one by one while treating yourself to a nice soothing bath, the one from Barton and Grant Ward intriguing.

Morning birthday girl! See you downstairs for breakfast. Wear something fancy!

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Sun shone brightly, the air humid and balmy as you entered the lobby looking for your friends. The woman at the front desk informed you that there was a reservation under your name at the cabanas lining the beach just out front.

Noisy waves crashed against the rocky beach mercilessly, foaming before returning back to the ocean quietly, the warm breeze flapping your dress behind you, the fabric clung to your skin as you strolled towards a noisy group you could only assume were your friends.

“There she is!”

In seconds you were surrounded with people gathering you in bone-crushing hugs, shouting birthday wishes and pushing you towards the table laid out with delectable looking food and mimosas and quite a rustic looking birthday cake. It took you a couple of minutes to recognize Nat in her undercover avatar, surprised that she’d actually flown here to celebrate with you.

“You really didn’t have to do this guys. Thank you so much!” grinning from ear to ear, you looked around at their happy faces, grateful to be able to call them your friends, family even.

“As expected (Y/L/N), our bugs were found and promptly destroyed last night.” Ward stated, a smug look on his face.

“Okay no mission stuff right now. It’s her birthday.”

“Go on then, cut the cake. We’re starving!” Clint exclaimed, giving you a little shove towards the table after handing you a knife while Natasha placed a tiara made with twigs and small flowers on your head.

“Did you make this cake Barton? Is it safe to eat?” you joked, before cutting a small piece and offering it to him. Clint glanced at Natasha for a brief moment before taking a bite and grimacing. Natasha laughed nervously before feeding you a piece, an overpowering taste of vanilla filled your mouth making you pull a face. This couldn’t have been store-bought, someone made this cake for you. For a second your mind flitted towards Tony, his attempts to make you breakfast in bed that had led to you throwing up after eating his pancakes and a storm-swept kitchen.

Everyone busied themselves with food, leaving your enquiry unanswered and soon you dropped it, realising you were famished.

Back at your suite, a rather expensive bottle of Dom Perignon was sent with a personalised note card from Andrew Leeds who had his eyes on you from an adjacent cabana next to the infinity pool. The bottle received by a bewildered Tony Stark who was pacing around your room, awaiting your return and praying you had found his handmade cake somewhat palatable.