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[hopelesslygaysstuff]

October 12 - Knife Play

pairing: dom!Natasha x sub!Reader

summary: Natasha interrogates you, and you have fun.

content warnings: knife, restraints

word count: 2.1k+

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You looked up through your eyelashes, eyes hard, and locked on the figure slowly moving towards you from across the room. You felt your heart jump slightly as deft fingers slowly slid a knife out of its holder. 

The shiny silver metal glinted slightly underneath the singular lamp illuminating the room. If you had to guess, you were somewhere near the coast in a warehouse. The faint sounds of waves breaking sounded out, muffled from the walls. You were tied to a chair, your wrists cuffed in front of you on a solid metal table. 

The table was bolted down, you’d already tried to flip it earlier, your muscles protesting from the effort of your attempt. So you’d conserved your energy, knowing you’d need it once the Black Widow arrived. 

And here she was, looking almost exactly the same as the last time you’d run into her. That was four months ago, but if she and her Avenger friends were anything, they were persistent. It was rather annoying, actually. 

“You changed your hair,” you say, leaning back as far as you can while chained. Your nonchalant demeanor pisses her off, you can tell by the slight twitch in her left eye. 

Natasha ignores your comment, her dark green eyes locked on yours as she moves closer. She looks like a predator who’s finally caught its prey, and you’d be lying if the look in her eye didn’t send pleasant shivers down your spine. 

“I’ve finally caught you,” Natasha murmurs, stopping right next to you and leaning against the table. If you were able to move your hands, you’d be able to touch her thigh. Even so, the heat radiating from her body warms your fingers. “It was laughably easy.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” you chuckle, your eyes sparkling with mischief as you notice the way her lips purse at the name. “You only caught me because I wanted you to.”

“Okay I’ll bite,” Natasha says, crossing her arms. “Why did you want to be caught?”

Smiling, you wait a moment before responding, letting your eyes trail over the muscles you can see beneath her Black Widow suit. “Because I had so much fun last time, don’t you remember?”

Looking back at her face, you watch as she clenches her jaw slightly. Another one of her tells. You’re certain that she’s remembering the way you flirted with her, your fingers grazing her body as you fought, distracting her enough that you were able to slip away once your planned diversion happened. 

“You blew up one of our training facilities just to get away from me,” she says, her eyes hard even as they glance down slightly. 

You lick your lips, smirking at her. You’d purposefully worn a button-up shirt, leaving one too many buttons undone. A lacy black and red bra peeked out just underneath the fabric, and you love the way Natasha’s breath stuttered slightly when she caught sight of it. 

“Nobody was inside,” you say, your words flippant. “Besides, you know I love a dramatic exit.”

Natasha rolls her eyes at that, and you’re careful to not smile too widely. God, it’s so exhilarating to get her to lower her guard. 

“Why are you messing with SHIELD?” Her voice is softer at this question, and if you weren’t utterly convinced that she hated you, you’d hear the concern woven through her words. 

This time, you make sure your face is serious. Natasha sits up straighter, knowing the next words out of your mouth are going to be nothing but the truth. “SHIELD has caused nothing but pain, always claiming to protect the public. Who was the cause of all of the problems they’ve fought for the public?”

You wait for a few seconds, watching Natasha’s face as the realization sets in. 

“That's right, SHIELD. When Loki tried to take over the world and let those aliens into New York, why was he on Earth? Right, because SHIELD wanted to use the Tesseract to build better weapons. What they don’t realize is that by trying to use powerful items that aren’t meant to be on Earth, they’re inviting those threats to our world at the expense of citizens just trying to live their lives.”

You finish your rant, breathing heavily for a moment while Natasha watches you. Regaining your composure, you smile at her. It's dazzling and bright, and it throws her off. 

“But the better answer is that I just wanted to see you, малышка.”

Natasha blinks, scoffing at your pet name. She fiddles with her knife for a moment, before looking back up. “They’ve sent me in here to get answers from you.”

“I know,” you respond easily, cracking your neck before settling back into your chair. “But you and I both know that I won’t give you anything.”

“We’ll see about that,” she murmurs, and your heart rate spikes when those dark green eyes glance down at your chest again. This time, they don’t move. 

The knife in her hand slowly drags along the metal table, the sound grating your ears for a moment. You grimace in annoyance, looking up at Natasha with a cold look. She smirks at you, bringing the knife to your fingertips. 

“First question,” she whispers, the knife gently running along your hands and forearms. “What is your real name?”

“Aww why, so you can put me in your contacts to call later?” 

Natasha drags the knife slightly deeper, creating a shallow cut on the back of your hand. “Wrong answer,” she says, her lips inches from your ear. Her tongue peeks out, licking the shell of your ear while you shiver beneath her. 

The knife drags further up your body, grazing your hard nipple before the cold metal rests on your sternum. Pressing the tip further into your skin, she drags the knife down towards the top of your breasts. 

“Don’t-” you blurt out, but it’s too late. 

Her knife pops the button holding your shirt together, and you sigh. “This was a very expensive shirt, Natasha.”

“Oh,” she says, her eyebrows threaded in false sympathy. She pops another button. “Oops, my hand slipped.”

The tip of the knife drags over your stomach as she continues to pop the rest of your buttons, her hands quick as she pushes the fabric to the side to reveal your torso. 

“This is a nice bra,” she says, her pupils dilating. Natasha looks back up at you, leaning in until her lips are close to yours. You can feel her breath against your skin, and you breathe in her cinnamon scent eagerly. “Not very practical, though.’

“I wore it just for you, детка.”

“Cute,” Natasha says, before smirking and digging her blade under the front of the bra and cutting it cleanly. “Tell me your name and I’ll leave your pants in one piece.”

“Who says I want to keep them on?” You smile widely at her. 

“Smartass,” Natasha retorts, dragging her knife deeper over your skin. 

You flinch, letting out a soft breath as she leaves shallow cuts over your chest. You can feel your underwear dampening, and your hips move slightly. 

Natasha catches the movement, her other hand moving to your upper thigh and caressing you there. Her touch is warm and confident, and you breathe in deeply as you attempt to regain your composure. 

“Just tell me your first name, then I’ll give you what you want,” Natasha emphasizes her words by sliding her hand further up your thigh. Her thumb rests dangerously close to your aching core, and you bite your lip. 

“Why, so you know what to scream in bed?” 

Smirking, Natasha places the tip of her knife over your nipple, digging in slightly as you wince. “You can either comply and feel good, or you can be a brat and scream for me while I cut your nipple off.”

Her voice is hard, and you instantly know that she’s not joking around. Ah, what’s the harm in just telling her your first name, right?

“It’s Y/N,” you gasp out, breathing a sigh of relief when she drags the knife away from your nipple. 

“Very good,” she murmurs, holding the knife against your neck. 

You freeze, feeling her other hand cup your overheated core. Holy fuck does it feel good. A soft moan escapes your traitorous lips, and you abandon all dignity as you grind your hips into Natasha’s hand. 

“Does that feel good? Do you want more?” Natasha’s lips are on your ear again, and you nod quickly, your mind racing. “Tell me your last name and I’ll give you my fingers.”

You laugh, throwing her off guard. The knife at your throat digs in slightly, and you let the laugh die as you tilt your head to look at her. “I’ll never tell you my last name, that’s a promise.”

Your smile is wide, your eyes slightly crazed as you continue to grind against her hand. “But,” you say, catching her attention. “I’ll tell you the location of my home base if you can make me cum.”

Natasha mulls it over, watching your desperation grow. “Fine,” she says after a few moments, “But if you refuse to answer then this will only get worse for you.”

Nodding at her, you watch as she slips her hand inside your pants. Her fingers expertly find your clit, circling it as you moan lewdly before thrusting deeply into your wet, aching pussy. 

It doesn’t take long for you to cum. The combined sensation of her fingers curling deep inside you while her knife solidly digs into your throat is enough to send you tumbling over the edge into a powerful orgasm. 

You cum around her fingers, clenching down tightly on them while you shake and shudder. Natasha watches you through it all, her eyes dark and needy as she watches you come undone. 

Eventually, she pulls her fingers from you. Bringing them to her mouth, she sucks your cum and arousal off of them, closing her eyes briefly and groaning at the taste.

Smiling, you lean back slightly in satisfaction as you watch. You had to admit, she was talented with her fingers. Natasha removes the knife from your throat, only a faint stinging sensation lingering from where she’d pressed the blade against you. 

“Good, now it’s your turn to answer-” she cuts herself off, tilting her head as she listens to something in her earpiece. 

You watch her expression harden, her eyes glancing over to you while her fingers tighten around the handle of her knife. She barks out a quick confirmation of her position, before following it with a quick ‘Yes, Sir.’

Natasha’s eyes lock on yours, and she leans down with her knife pointed directly at your heart. “I have to go deal with something, if I find out that you were involved with this in any way, you’re in for a world of pain. Got it?”

If you could raise your hands, you would. Instead, you settle back as much as you can, raising an eyebrow at her. “I’ll be here when you return, don’t worry.”

Narrowing her eyes at your words, Natasha licks the blood off of the tip of her knife while you watch with your mouth open. She smirks, then turns on her heel and walks quickly towards the door she’d entered. She glances back at you one last time before exiting, her eyes dark and hard. 

You give her a two-fingered wave, chuckling at the resounding slam of the door. Waiting a few moments, you tap your foot as you count to 30. Once you’re sure she’s gone, no doubt dealing with the distraction you’d instructed your team to create, you slip a paper clip from your sleeve and quickly unlock your restraints. 

Standing, you stretch for a moment before casually walking towards the window. You can hear a helicopter overhead, a rope dangling in front of the window. Unlatching the window, you wrap your torn shirt around you as tight as you can, tying the front so you aren’t completely exposed. 

Honestly, as hot as the action was, you couldn’t help but be slightly annoyed at the inconvenience. What was your team doing to think about you once they saw you with cuts all over your chest and a smile on your face? 

You move to climb out the window, one leg swinging over the sill as you grab the rope with your hands when the door clangs open.

Looking back you make eye contact with Natasha as she stands frozen for a moment, knife in hand. She shouts something, but you’re already being pulled from the window by the rope, a laugh escaping your lips as you watch her run towards you. 

By the time Natasha reaches the window, you’re 50 feet in the air, being pulled up towards the helicopter as it speeds away. You blow her a kiss, a wide smile on your face as you watch her stab her knife into the window sill. It was always so thrilling, this game of cat-and-mouse.

Maybe next time she’d finally capture you successfully.

[musclesandhammering]

Oooh this is so interesting.

You’re one of the few people I’ve seen who also thinks that Thanos’s… mistreatment, let’s say- of Loki was more subtle. And I think Loki had a tad bit more agency than just being kidnapped and used as a slave.

I always describe it as Loki going in kahoots with the scariest mafia boss in the galaxy (Thanos ofc). Like he chose to “ally” with him and he willingly went along with his plan, but he was terrified of him all the while.

And if you add this layer- that Loki actually came to see Thanos as a father figure at a time in his life when he desperately needed one- then this scenario makes even more sense.

Like he was hurt and lost and pissed so he started up this unequal partnership with Thanos, and even though he got put through hell in his time working with him, he never tried to break their partnership because- along with having his pain and lostness and anger heightened by the mind stone- he also was loyal to Thanos and looked up to him in this really twisted way. I just-

Wow. Emotions.

Loki attacking earth like his frost giant ancestors before him (I wonder if thanos knew he was a frost giant btw)

Loki really went "if you won't accept me as an Asgardian, I'll be as obnoxiously Jotun as I can" and I respect him for it.

Alternatively, one could say that in his quest to destroy that part of his identity, he solidified it, but that's slightly less great 😬

I definitely think that Thanos knew he was a Frost Giant. I don't know if there's anything to really back it up in canon or if it's just my headcanons getting the best of me, but I get the feeling Thanos knows a lot about Loki and his life and his grievances. I feel like The Avengers worked out too well for it to have all been a coincidence. In his grief and his anger and his confusion, it makes perfect sense for Loki to have latched onto that desire for a throne and that need to get back at Thor by taking over his beloved Earth, and the fact that Thanos chose Loki specifically for this task makes me think that he knew that. I know it's the common theme among Loki stans to say that Thanos did nothing but torture him and was a monster through and through, but I like to think that Thanos's manipulation was more subtle than that, and that while the Mind Stone was leeching away at what little sanity he had left, Loki almost trusted him. Because he was so desperate for a father figure and we know Thanos likes to play The Dad™ to orphans (usually after making them orphans but maybe he makes exceptions for people who latch onto him like lost kittens) and I think Loki absolutely would have confided in him because he thought he'd finally found someone who cares. And I don't think he realized until it was all over and he was free from the Mind Stone's hold on him that it was a bad idea, and by that point, there was nothing he could do but watch the world burn.

[crappy-writings]

Safe

Maria HillxReader // Angst/Fluff

*Image is not mine, credit to its creator

Summary: When the Project P.E.G.A.S.U.S. Facility is destroyed and you’re trapped under the rubble, Maria has to balance her job as Deputy Director and her relationship with you.

Trigger Warnings: FwB relationship (mentioned), Cursing, Guns, Death, Anxiety, Hospitals, Injuries, Amputation (mentioned), I think that’s it.

No pronouns for the reader were used, I think

Word Count: 6,970

A/N: Thanks to this Reddit thread for helping me figure out the timeline of The Avengers, as well as all the Marvel Wiki pages I visited, lol

Anyways, I'll forever be mad at Secret Invasion for doing my girl so dirty, so I'm jumping back to 2012 Avengers. Don't know if this sucks, so constructive criticism is always welcome.

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May 2nd, 02:47 hrs

“Sir, evacuation may be futile,” Maria says as she steps down the stairs, right on Fury’s heels. “We should tell them to go back to sleep?” Fury turns his head towards her while still descending the stairs. “If we can’t control the Tesseract’s energy, there may not be a minimum safe distance,” she argued.

“I need you to make sure the Phase Two prototypes are shipped out,” Fury orders as he reaches the entrance to where the Tesseract was being kept. “Sir, is that really a priority right now?” she asks incredulously. 

“Until such time as the world ends, we will act as though it intends to spin on,” he says, turning towards her, his tone leaving no room to argue, “Clear out the tech below. Every piece of Phase Two on a truck and gone.” 

“Yes, sir,” she says as she passes him by. She had her orders. “With me,” she orders the men who stood at either side of the door as she descends into the lower levels of the facility.

“Dispatch any available teams to the underground levels. Clear out any and all remaining Phase Two prototypes,” she speaks into her communicator. To say that Maria did not agree with focusing on the Phase Two prototypes would be an understatement. If anything, determining a minimum safety distance should be top priority, if there even is one. If not, destroying the Tesseract would be a better option. Regardless of what she thought though, she trusted Fury to know what he was doing. He is the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. for a reason.

“Copied, two additional teams have been dispatched,” the deep voice of an agent rang through her communicator.

The two dispatched teams were already there by the time she arrived at the underground lot, yours being one of them. She takes in a deep breath and subtly braces herself. She was hoping she would not be running into you for at least a few days. 

The two men who came down with her began helping both teams with the prototypes. You load up a few boxes before closing the trunk of the truck, the slam echoing throughout the underground garage. 

“Davidson, you’re driving this one,” you said as you threw a set of keys to one of the agents. Davidson catches the keys easily. “Menendez, Martinez, and Lee, you’re going up with Davidson. Gold leader is already waiting topside.” 

“You,” you point to one of the new arriving agents, “What’s your name?”

“Agent Callahan,” the man you pointed at responded. 

“I’ll have you join Davidson,” you order as you turn to the other agent, “what about you?” 

“Agent Moore,” the agent replied. You nod in acknowledgement, “You’re joining my team in the meantime.” 

The five agents jumped inside the truck and began transporting the prototypes to the surface. 

“Harris, you’re driving that one over there once it’s loaded up. Williams, Parker, Garcia and Moore are going with you. Bennett, you’ll be riding with me,” you continue giving out orders, “Gold leader is waiting for us before moving to the established rendezvous point.”

As you turn to load more boxes, you notice the Deputy Director standing between the cylindrical columns of the large underground parking space. Your gaze lingered on her for a few moments before grabbing one of the small crates and putting it in the truck. Maria noticed this but ignored it. She cannot afford to be distracted by you and this… fling.

She did not know how to describe your relationship as it stood.

“Keep loading boxes, I’ll be back in a minute,” you tell your team, before climbing up the platform and standing beside her.

 “Most of the equipment has already been moved, Gold leader’s team is en route, and my team is taking care of the last few boxes. This should be the last truck from this level and Red and Blue leader reported their levels are cleared. We should be out of here in no more than eight, ten minutes,” you report, crossing your arms over your chest as you oversee your team along with her. 

“Make it five,” she says without looking at you, “I want everyone out of here as quickly as possible.” Her posture remained stiff beside you, and you couldn’t help but be upset by that. 

“Have you thought about what I told you?” you ask quietly. Her posture does not ease. She instead inhales sharply.

 “Yes,” her tone was tense, her answer short. “And?” you prodded after a few beats of silence. “I don’t know,” she answers. 

You sigh in disappointment, but you were not surprised. For as long as you’re known the woman beside you, her main focus has always been her job. You knew this going into this ‘relationship.’ The “friends with benefits” thing had been working out just fine. You met up whenever you wanted to, did whatever you wanted to with no strings attached. But just like one of those cliché movies you sometimes watched, you caught feelings for the woman who had become now more closed off than ever. 

Despite your attempts to keep your changed feelings hidden, she had noticed the subtle shift in your actions, gestures and the way you spoke to her. You yourself did not think you were doing anything different, but apparently, you were wrong. She asked you if anything had changed and you were honest. You told her your feelings about the arrangement had changed and were wanting something more with her, if she agreed. You were foolish for bringing it up at all to her.

She began to shut you out almost immediately, much to your anger and disappointment. Thus, you offered her a sort of ultimatum. She was to decide what she wanted out of the ‘relationship’, out of you, but if she could not, you would call everything off and you would go your separate ways.

The echo of a trunk closing snaps you out of your thoughts. The truck’s engine turns on and you watch as Harris and the other assigned agents drive out of the lot. “Green leader, do you copy?” your comms buzzed with the other team leader’s voice. “Yes, Gold leader, I copy. The remaining prototypes are already en route to topside. Do we have the green light?” you ask. 

“Yes, we do. We are awaiting you and the rest of our teams to arrive up here to head for the rendezvous. See you in a few minutes.”

“Will do Gold Leader, expect us in about 10 minutes, over and out,” you shut off your comms device. You take a deep breath before turning to her, your face serious. 

“I need an answer soon, Hill. I don’t like wasting my time,” you say quietly before straightening up and leaving her side.

“Alright Bennett, hop in, time to go,” you announce loudly as you jump down from the platform, “Let’s go!” 

Maria watches you hop into one of the unattended Jeeps and turn on the ignition. Her tense shoulders loosen up, but her jaw does not unclench. You began to drive as soon as Agent Bennett sat beside you. Her eyes trail after you as the car leaves the parking space.

“So,” Bennett draws out the word casually. “No,” you shut it down quickly.

“You and the Deputy Director?” he pressed on, a smirk creeping up on his lips. “No,” you insisted. 

“That’s a yes.”

“Bennett,” you say warningly. He did not take your tone seriously, knowing that it was all in good fun. Except that it was not very fun for you.

“HR would have a field day with the both of you. Do you think she would get suspended for it? Would you get suspended? Oh, do you think Fury knows?” he pressed on, going off on a tangent now like a gossiping hen. 

“Adrian Bennett, if you don’t shut up now, I will suspend you for spreading rumors,” you say in a serious tone, your grip on the wheel getting tighter.

“Oh, come on boss, it’s all in good fun,” Bennett replies, nudging your shoulder good-naturedly. 

“For you, maybe. Besides, there’s nothing going on between the Commander and me. So, don’t go spreading that around,” you say firmly. Part of you feared that your voice would betray you as you spoke those words, but you managed to keep your tells in check.

“Alright, whatever you say, boss.”

But what he said had struck a chord in you. Had you really been that obvious? You weren’t a spy after all, you were a soldier. Your confusing, undisclosed “relationship” with Hill could get you both in a huge amount of trouble.

You cast your thoughts aside. She could very well choose to end what you have, reject any potential future involvement with you. You sigh softly, opting to focus on the winding tunnel ahead of you.

“Thinking about your girlfriend?”

“Adrian.”

“Okay, okay, I’m done, I’m done.”

You watch as a few cars come into view from your rearview mirrors. It wasn’t until the sound of gunshots echoed within the tunnels that you figured out something was wrong. A blue flash of energy flew towards one of the cars, obliterating it in the process. 

“What the fuck?!” you yell as you watch the remains of the car lose control, going up a ramp and flipping over. The destroyed vehicle swung slightly, stilling in a parallel position, blocking the other cars that had followed behind. 

“Do I shoot?!” Bennett asks as he pulls out his firearm, waiting on your orders. “Stay vigilant but don’t engage yet!” you tell Bennett as you reach for the communicator on your hip.

“Agent Hill, we’re in line of a hostile force, do we engage?!” you yell into your comms as you continue to drive forwards, speeding up as you go. The earth beneath your vehicle began to shake violently. 

“Engage, if possible, but focus on getting out, I won’t have any heroes tonight,” the strained voice of Maria crackles through. The hostile force’s vehicle passes you by, and Bennett trains his gun on it. 

“No heroes, Bennett,” you remind him, but watch the vehicle for any hostility. A man dressed in strange clothes sat in the cargo bed of the truck. He looked ill, but his eyes were fierce. A man on a mission.

 A few moments later, a truck skidded into the tunnel, narrowly avoiding collision with the wall. The car drifts, turning in a half circle to face the hostile force. Both vehicles collided, the backwards facing car attempting to slow down the hostiles. Shots flew from each vehicle, which prompted Bennett to shoot, too.

The strangely dressed man looked at the both of you, his eyes holding a cold determination. He pointed a bright gold staff at you and your eyes widened. Before anything could happen though, the hostile’s vehicle began swerving from side to side, shaking off the truck that was blocking its path. 

The driver recovered control quickly though and continued in hot pursuit. What sounds like a crackle of thunder follows closely behind you, much to your confusion. You stare through the rearview mirrors and watch as the tunnels begin to collapse, and it's gaining on you, fast. 

You press all the way down on the gas pedal, the vehicle lurching forwards with renewed ferocity. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” the string of swears leaves your mouth as the tunnel collapse seemed to be faster than your car ever could. 

“Fuck!” you scream as a large piece of the underground structure falls right in front of you. You turn the wheel hard in the attempt to dodge it to no avail. The rest of the structure continues to crumble, and you lose control of your vehicle. There was little you could do as the jeep was headed for what used to be a stone ceiling. You press down hard on the breaks and turn the wheel to the side. You crash against it, but not as hard as you expected. The last thing you see is what remains of the ceiling crashing on top of you as you raise your arms over your head.

Maria eventually abandoned her focus on trying to stop Barton and the hostile force. It would be all for naught if she was dead. She pressed down as hard as she could on the gas pedal, the vehicle going as fast as it could. It was not fast enough as the collapsing tunnel caught up to her.  

Maria’s head throbbed as she shifted from her position inside the trapped vehicle. She could feel blood dripping from her nose and fresh bruises forming in her arms and legs. The adrenaline from the chase was beginning to give out, exhaustion settling deep in her bones. She looked over the shifting rubble and debris of the now collapsed tunnels.

Did you manage to escape? She doesn’t remember seeing you or your jeep get out before she had. 

“Green leader, do you copy?” Hill spoke evenly into her communicator. She was met with the silent crackle of her device. “Green leader, do you copy?” she repeats herself, quietly begging for your response. Silence. Your name leaves her lips, dropping all formalities, her voice strained, “are you there?” 

There was still no answer from you. She began switching between radio frequencies, catching different snippets of reports as she did.

“--underground tunnels have colla–”

“--er coming in, several men are dow–”

“--act has been stolen from—”

She continued switching between frequencies until Coulson’s voice rang through her communicator, “Director? Director Fury, do you copy?”

“The Tesseract is with a hostile force. I have men down. Hill?” Fury’s voice quickly followed.

“A lot of men still under. I don’t know how many survivors.” She says, breathing heavily as she climbed out of her mangled vehicle. The image of you being trapped under all this debris and rubble flashed before her eyes. Her heart momentarily stops, worry pulsing in waves throughout her body.

“Sound a general call. I want every living soul not working rescue looking for that briefcase,” Fury instructed.

“Roger that.”

“Coulson, get back to base. This is a Level Seven. As of right now, we are at war.”

Maria clenched her jaw as she processed the last few words. She knew what this meant, what was to come. Despite this, her thoughts wandered to you.

She finishes climbing out of the truck on shaky legs and moves past giant blocks of stone and rubble. Hill switched back to the channel you had last spoken through. She uses your call sign once more; it had dawned on her that, after the collapse, a signal might be non-existent, but she was still hoping to hear an answer. Once more, she was met with dreadful silence.

She calls out your name again, soft and anxious, “please be okay.”

May 2nd, 16:00 hrs, 14 hours later…

The Helicarrier was teeming with life, S.H.I.E.L.D. agents running around in preparation for the arrival of Fury’s new team. The Director had stepped out to recruit Steve Rogers himself, while the Black Widow had been pulled off mission to retrieve Dr. Banner and Agent Coulson had been sent to grab Tony Stark. 

Maria walked around the bridge, looking over the monitors of the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents below her. Various agent profiles appeared on a few of the screens, other monitors occupied by mission reports, schematics, maps and graphics. 

Your picture on one of the monitors made her pause, a wave of anxiety courses through her body. She would not let it show though, presenting herself as the poster child of levelheadedness. She swallows hard as she walks closer to the monitor, crouching down beside the agent overlooking the incoming report. 

Her chest tightened when she saw you were still M.I.A. “What’s the status of the search and rescue?” Maria asks, subtly clenching her jaw as she stares at your picture. 

“It’s been slow, only about 31% of missing agents have been recovered, both dead and alive,” the agent, a short blonde, reported somberly, “There’s a lot of ground to cover and there are not enough teams available to work the mission.”

“Keep me updated,” Maria told the agent as she rose from her crouched position, “I want any and all new developments sent to my datapad.” 

“Yes, Commander.”

Maria returned to her position overseeing the main deck. She stared back down at the Main Deck Data Panels, overlooking the Helicarrier’s systems, routing ground teams for the search of Barton and setting up preparations for the Director’s team. Despite her attempts to focus on the influx of reports on Barton, Loki, and the status of Fury’s team, her mind would wonder and think of you. You, trapped under the rubble in the Jeep. You, potentially hurt. Potentially dead. A cold dread settled over chest as those thoughts consumed her mind.    

She stared down at the datapad, switching over to read the names of agents recovered from the facility.

Rodriguez, Vivian, M.I.A.

Porter, William, M.I.A.

Fitzgerald, Liliam, K.I.A.

Harris, Augustus, M.I.A.

Greene, Emiliano, Recovered.

She did not know what was worse, the fact that she had still not found your name on the list, or finding it and potentially reading K.I.A. The longer you went without being found, the less likely it would be a rescue and more of a recovery mission. She pushes the thought away. You will be fine. You are alive. You have to be.

“Commander,” Fury’s booming voice startles her out of her thoughts. 

“Yes, sir?” she asks, her voice firm, hiding having been caught off focus. She had not been informed that the Director had already returned to the Helicarrier. 

“Any progress on the Tesseract or Loki?” he asked, his voice stern. 

“Nothing yet, nothing has been reported on the ground and the techs are still in process of tapping all wireless cameras,” Hill reports as she looks up from her datapad.

“What about the rescue at the facility?”

“33% of agents have been rescued. About 12% of those have been found dead, but that statistic is slowly rising.”

The Director gave no reaction other than taking a deep breath. He raised his head slightly and his face remained neutral.

“Sir, due to those statistics, I want to reassign a few teams to aid in the search and rescue mission,” she states firmly. She held her head high and her posture straight. For a second, your face flashed in her mind and her heart sank a little deeper in her chest.

She was not doing it just for you. It was also for all the agents still trapped under the rubble and them being able to continue living their lives. That is what she was telling herself at least, feeling slightly guilty of the selfish part of her that was focused on you, and only you. Yet, for all she knew, you might already be dead. 

The thought made her stomach churn uncomfortably. She did not want to picture you trapped in those tunnels, crushed under the weight of an entire building. A heavy feeling made her heart sink to her stomach. Was there something she could have done to avoid this?

“Pull the remaining S.P.E.C.T.R.U.M. team and reassign them to the search and rescue, but that is all I can afford to compromise.” 

“Yes, sir,” A wave of relief momentarily soothed the drowning feeling in her heart. She began to walk away, to give the new orders before Fury called out for her once more.

“And Hill? I need you here,” Fury gives her a pointed, knowing look. The look made her somewhat nervous, but she nonetheless acknowledged him with a sharp nod, before returning to her position and reassigning the rest of your team for the search and rescue.

May 3rd, 20:37 hrs, 42 hours later…

Maria’s feet dragged her to her quarters, having been relieved of duty about ten minutes earlier. The last twelve hours had been rough, but the search for Loki had finally paid off. He was located at a gala in Stuttgart, Germany and Fury’s assembled team for the Avengers Initiative had just been dispatched to retrieve the Trickster god.

Her eyes were heavy with sleep and despite having just gotten off duty, her job was not quite done. She sat on top of her cot, her datapad in hand as she watched the stream of recent mission reports and updates on Barton and Loki. After reading those, she began looking through the recovery list, dread settling in her stomach once more. She scrolled through hundreds of agents' names, the status pinned right beside them.

Smith, Jonathan, K.I.A.

Badillo, Sarah, K.I.A.

Sullivan, Nina, K.I.A.

Pruny, Charlie, Recovered

Barrett, Daniel, K.I.A.

Maria swallowed hard as she continued to read the names of both fallen and recovered agents. She knows this is what happens in this line of work. She knows that as much as S.H.I.E.L.D. invests in making sure their agents come back safe, it is not a guarantee and that casualties are not something that can be avoided. There was still a lingering feeling of guilt and profound sorrow, knowing that not everyone gets to come back.

She rubs her eyes, trying to stave off the tiredness that settled into her bones. Your name has still not popped up on any of the reports, you are still missing. The sick feeling she had become well acquainted with returned. 

You cannot be dead. She refuses to believe that. Your last meeting replayed in her head. The disappointment and frustration in your eyes were burned into her mind. Your ultimatum rang inside her head.

Your face would appear every time she closed her eyes. She longed to see your smile again. For your eyes to sparkle with mischief, to feel your warm hand in hers. She wants to hear you laugh at a stupid joke. She missed the sound of your voice, the curve of your nose, the quirk of your lips. She missed you. She cannot lose you, not now, not yet. She loved you, you didn’t know that she lo–

Oh. Oh.

She was in love with you. 

The realization hit her like a bullet to the chest. She was in love with you. She had been so caught up in her job, so caught up in her own responsibilities, she never once realized how her own feelings had changed towards you. Part of her felt like a hypocrite. She had called you out on the near imperceivable changes in your behavior, but she had not realized how her own feelings had changed. How did she not realize it before?

She tries to think back to the last time she felt this way about someone. Has she ever felt that way before? She remembered her past relationships, having crushes and a bit of infatuation, but those had never developed into love.

She had always been married to her job. When she first joined S.H.I.E.L.D., she worked tirelessly to prove her worth as an agent. She rose through the ranks through hard and consistent work, becoming quite a formidable agent. She knew not everyone was on board with the Director’s pick of Second in Command. She did not mind it though, she had nothing to prove to those who disapproved. She knew she was always damn good at her job.

Perhaps that is why she did not realize her feelings before. Maybe that is why she had unfairly pushed you away. She leaned her head against the wall behind her, the horrid, guilty feeling coming back with an unyielding vengeance.

Why did she realize her feelings now? Why not before? Why did you have to be trapped under the damn tunnels, potentially dead? Why has no one found you yet? Why can’t she be there, searching for you herself?

She takes deep, even breaths as she works herself up again. No, she cannot afford that right now. You can’t be dead. She’s holding onto the hope that you are not dead.

She looks down at her datapad once more, a new set of agent names scrolling upwards.

Maguire, Christian, Recovered

Duque, Cristina, Recovered

Taylor, Rosa, K.I.A.

Buchi, Mamelu, Recovered

Bennett, Adrian, K.I.A.

Her heart stops as she spots your name. Her hands shook as she stared down at your status.

Recovered

A relieved laugh escapes her involuntarily. You are alive. You are still alive. The report said that you were in critical condition and were en route to the S.H.I.E.L.D. Trauma Centrum based in Nevada. She needed to see you.

The relief that had soothed her anxiety is short lived as she realizes she cannot leave yet. Her duties, responsibilities and the current state of the emergency the world finds itself in would not allow her to be with you at the moment. ‘I need you here,’ Fury’s voice reverberated in her head. She sighs deeply in frustration, guilt and relief playing tug-of-war with her heart. 

“I’m sorry,” she whispers quietly as she stares down at your profile. 

May 4th, 15:24 hrs, 61 hours later…

“Oh, and uh, as for the matter that’s not in question? Where you morons tried to nuke New York? Well, that’s on the record. As in we recorded it. We do that. We’re S.H.I.E.L.D.,” silence hung between all the council members as Maria continued. The council members would not look at her, the shame of their decision hanging over them.

“So, if you’re thinking about coming after Nick Fury, ever,” she emphasizes the last word as her fingers work the control panel to open the privacy door of the Helicarrier’s main deck, “Think really, really hard.” 

With a pointed look and a victorious smirk, she turns off the screen before rejoining the main deck.

“How did that go?” Fury approached beside her shortly after. 

“Sold you down the river, sir. You should have your job within the month,” she replied as she began overlooking the Main Deck Data Panels. 

“Good work,” he says before continuing, “you should maybe ask for a chair.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” she says with an amused smile. She falters briefly though, as the Avengers make their way into her mind. 

“Sir, how does it work now? They’ve gone their separate ways. Some, pretty extremely far,” she walked alongside Fury as they made their way towards the large windows that oversaw the outside of the Helicarrier. She had had no faith in the Avengers Initiative. How did such a disjointed group with such different backgrounds ever function as a team? Who was to say they could do it again? “If we get into a situation like this again, what happens then?”

“They’ll come back,” he replies as if it were the simplest truth in the world.

“Are you really sure about that?” She did not quite know how his faith in this group could be so unwavering, especially after witnessing all their arguments before and during the recent battle. 

“I am,” he answers once again as if it were the easiest question on Earth.

“Why?” she asked earnestly. 

“Because we’ll need them to.”

A silent understanding passed between them as they overlooked the outside of the Helicarrier, agents running along the aviation runway. It was there that she understood that it was a play of faith. What had consistently carried the Avengers team was Fury’s belief in them, individually in each of them as well as in a group. It is that very same belief that would bring them together if any other event were to occur. 

            She takes a deep breath, her thoughts wondering to you once more. She has not been able to follow up on your status with everything that had happened since early that morning. A naive part of her wondered if maybe her belief that you would be okay had anything to do with your survival. 

Silence hung between both Director and Commander for a few moments. “Don’t you have somewhere to be, Agent Hill?” Fury asks suddenly, turning his head towards her and eyed her knowingly. 

“Sir?” Maria asks, startled. Did he know? How did he find out? Perhaps she had not hidden her emotions as masterfully as she thought. Perhaps they would both be in trouble for the duration of the month.

“Go, we’ll talk about this later,” his voice was stern, but it did not match his soft expression.

“Thank you, sir,” she replies in a similar tone, but a ghost of a smile makes its way onto her lips. She leaves his side and hurriedly leaves the main deck.

Fury watched his Second in Command walk away. With a small smile, he approved the take-off of a Quinjet heading for Nevada. 

May 4th, 20:12 hrs, 66 hours later…

Maria had not been allowed to see you for the first 2 hours since arriving at the S.H.I.E.L.D. Trauma Centrum in Nevada. She had to argue her way into seeing you, having been told that only spouses and family would be allowed to enter. She was successful in the end, though, having pulled her rank into the conversation. She was not entirely proud of it, but it got her in and that is all she cared about.

Eventually, she was able to meet with one of your doctors. She informed Maria that your next of kin had been notified of your current state. The doctor also explained your injuries and the status of your treatment. Several of your ribs had been broken, you had a punctured lung, a dislocated shoulder, and had suffered a concussion. One of your arms was shattered and it had been a miracle they did not have to amputate. Maria was both surprised and relieved your injuries were not more extensive. You have still not woken up since arriving at the Centrum.

She was allowed into your room shortly after the meeting with the doctor. Your non-dominant arm was covered in a white cast. The side of your face was heavily bruised and slightly swollen. Other bruises, stitched cuts and patched-up scrapes littered your face, arms and chest. You were paler than usual, and your eyes were slightly sunken. 

Maria swallowed hard as she took in the sight of you. It was hard to see you in such a state. She approached your bed slowly, as if moving too quickly would make you disappear. A soft beeping was the only sound in the room, aside from the gentle buzz of the air vents. 

She sat at your bedside, watching as your chest rose and fell, slow, steady breaths leaving you. It was the most beautiful sound she had heard in the last few days. She took your uninjured hand in hers, the coldness of your fingertips sending an involuntary shiver down her spine. She did not let go though, as she began to gently stroke the top of your hand with her thumb. You were here. You would be okay. She shifted around in the hospital chair in attempts to get comfortable, exhaustion of the past few days finally reaching her. She continued to hold your hand as she began to feel the lull of sleep calling her. 

She woke up when she felt you squeeze her hand ever so gently. Her eyes fluttered open, her body demanding sleep but her heart demanding to see you. Maria first saw her hand in yours and she raised her head to see you. Your eyes met hers, a lazy smile spreading over your lips. She smiled back as she took you in. Your eyes were droopy and slightly red. It was clear you were desperately fighting off sleep.

“Hey,” Maria whispered, running her thumb over the top of your hand soothingly.

“Hey,” you whispered back. Your voice was hoarse and thick with sleep, your eyes fluttering open and close.

“How are you feeling?” Maria asked worriedly.

“I’m tired,” you reply breathlessly, giving her a small, playful smile. Maria smiles back, raising her hand to rest beside your head, and begins to gently stroke your cheek. You lean into her touch, your eyes beginning to droop shut.

“Rest,” she commands softly. You continue to fight off sleep, struggling to open your eyes to stare back into hers. “No,” you whine softly, “I don’t want you to go away.”

“I won’t go away,” Maria replied, a pang of sympathy and guilt spreading in her chest. “Promise?” your eyes begin to close against your will once more. 

“I promise.” 

You continued to struggle against sleep for about a minute before slipping back into unconsciousness. Maria continued to stroke your cheek soothingly, watching your chest rise and fall in a rhythmic pattern. You were here, you were alive. Her hand found yours once more as she laid her head on the bed.

 “I won’t go away,” she repeated quietly as she watched you for a while longer, eventually falling asleep once more.

You were still asleep by the time she woke up again a few hours later. She sat up in her seat, her back popping and cracking as she did, a dull ache having settled throughout her body. She rolled her shoulders in attempts to loosen up her muscles as she walked towards the bathroom, hoping to quickly freshen up.

She notices you shifting in your bed as she quietly steps back into the room, your head lifting up when you notice her. You adjusted yourself to sit up on the bed, a pained wince decorating your features as you did. “Hey, hey, be careful,” Maria scolded, her tone soft and gentle, as she approached your bedside, “You’ve been out for a few days. How are you feeling?”

“I’m better. Less tired,” you reply, your voice cracking as you speak, before giving her a lazy smile. 

Maria cannot help but smile back at you, “That’s good to hear. Do you need anything?” You shake your head gently before resting your head against your pillow, your eyes fluttering shut for a few seconds.  

“You’re hurt,” you ask as you notice the stitches at the side of her brow.

“Don’t worry about me, I’m okay,” Maria replies as she sits beside you once more. She placed her hand on the bed, inches away from yours. 

You take her in. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she no longer wore her S.H.I.E.L.D. suit, instead wore a spare physical training uniform. Her eyes were tired, darkened bags hanging under her eyes. Bruises and small cuts littered her arms as well. Despite this, she held a small, unwavering smile.

Silence settled over the both of you for a few minutes. There was a far-off look to you, your eyes holding a mixture of guilt, worry and fear. Maria sighed quietly, guessing what you might be thinking about. 

“Did… did my team…?” your voice was quiet and pleading. Your eyes did not meet hers, fearing her expression would give away the answer before her lips could.

“Agent Bennett… he didn’t make it, sweetheart,” she says sympathetically, the soft, gentle tone never leaving her voice, “I’m sorry.”

A pained sigh escaped your lips as your eyes began to water. He had a son, one who had been living at the facility with him before everything went to hell. The boy had been evacuated at the beginning of the emergency. But now his father…

“And the rest?” you ask shakily.             “Harris, William and Parker made it out unscathed. Garcia was treated for minor injuries and is approved to return to her usual duties,” she answered in the same soft tone, offering you a sad smile. 

A few tears escaped your eyes, a mixture of sadness for your fallen friend and the relief of knowing the rest of your team had made it out. Maria had inched her hand closer, her fingers ghosting over yours. She gently held your hand when you didn’t pull away, giving it a soft squeeze and returning to stroke the top of your hand with her thumb.

            “So, um,” you begin to speak after a while, your voice still shaky and unsteady, “what-what did I miss?”

Maria knew you wanted to distract yourself from the news of the passing of your friend. She offered you a sad smile and a gentle squeeze of your hand before beginning to tell you about the last two days. From gathering the Avengers, to the loss of Agent Coulson, to the Hulk rampaging in the Helicarrier, to the battle of New York. You listened as intently as you could, the thought of your dead friend still hung in the forefront of your mind. 

Silence hung between the both of you for several minutes after Maria told you what you had missed. Her presence here confused you. She kept her promise, she stayed, but that surprised you. Why was she here? S.H.I.E.L.D. was dealing with the aftermath of an alien attack, yet she was sitting beside you, comforting you. The state in which your relationship currently stood does not warrant this, so why was she choosing to be here?

“Maria?” you ask tentatively. She looked into your eyes at the mention of her name. You swallowed down the bubble of fear that formed at the pit of your stomach, “What are we?”

The words said were just barely louder than the medical equipment in the room. Your gaze fell to your hands, watching as you twiddled with your thumbs. 

You suddenly feel her warm hand cup your cheek, gently guiding you to look at her. Her eyes held an earnest, vulnerable look, one that captured your heart and attention. “I thought I lost you, when you were trapped in the tunnels,” the sincerity in her voice almost caught you off guard, “and that scared me more than anything else.”

She squeezed your hand gently, as if to emphasize her point. The vulnerability in her eyes and her voice were something you had never been privy to before, and part of you almost doesn’t know how to react to it. 

“Even an alien invasion?” you give her a weak smile, while also mentally kicking yourself. This was not the moment for you to be making dumb jokes. Maria takes it in stride though, as she gives you an amused smile, “Yes, even an alien invasion.”

“I’m sorry for pushing you into making a decision you weren’t ready to make. I know how important your job is to you, and…” you apologize, your eyes falling to your hands once more.

“No, I’m sorry for pushing you away,” Maria does not want to hear your apologies. You have nothing to apologize for. All she wanted was you, she knew that now. “I… guess I hadn’t realized I had fallen in love with you, and those feelings scared me.”

Your eyes open wide at her confession as you raise your head to look at her, “You-you what?”

Maria’s eyes widened as well, not having realized what she admitted. For a brief moment of panic, she wanted to take it back. Maybe you were not in that place yet. But she reigns herself in and pushes that feeling away, before taking a deep breath and looking at you straight in the eye. She whispers your name oh so gently and lovingly, “I love you.”

A mixture of emotions, good and bad, swirled in her ocean-colored eyes like a storm. She was laying out the most vulnerable parts of herself to you, allowing herself to drop the emotional walls she had built around herself, letting you see how much she cared for you, letting you know she had fallen for you the way you fell for her.

“I love you, too,” you say softly, almost breathlessly. A quiet laugh escapes you as you say those words. You see as relief and pure joy fills her expression. She joins your laugh as she gently holds your face in her hands.

She leaned over you, capturing your lips in a soft kiss. A warm feeling erupted in your chest, a childlike glee overtaking you. Your lips moved in tandem with each other, following a familiar rhythm. Even so, this kiss felt different, it felt renewed and exciting and right. 

You deepened the kiss, placing your hand behind her neck, your fingers getting lost in her hair. That was until you pulled away to gasp for air, your lung capacity not quite what it used to be. She leaned her head against yours, a soft chuckle escaping her.

“Cheeky,” she whispered, her hot breath hitting against your face.

“Can you blame me?” you replied with a mischievous smile.

The door opened suddenly, revealing two nurses. Maria pulled away from you to look at the door, all parties in the room momentarily freezing as the intimate moment was interrupted. Neither you nor Maria had realized until now that your heart monitor had begun beeping rapidly, despite how loud it typically is. Your cheeks felt warm as you looked between Maria and the nurses.

“We heard the monitor– we’ll-we’ll come back later,” one of the nurses said sheepishly. “Sorry for interrupting, go on,” the other one said as they both stepped out.

Soft giggles escaped your lips once the door closed. Maria looked down at you, as she began to laugh, too. She begins to gently brush the hair on the top of your head. You rested your head against your pillow as you looked up at Maria lovingly. 

Maria sends you a big smile, the ones that showed pure love and happiness. Her eyes sparkled with a mixture of joy and relief and pure adoration. After days of the awful sinking feeling in her chest and the uncomfortable churning in her stomach, there was finally a lightness in her heart.

She leaned over you, placing a soft kiss on your lips once more.

[ireallyliketacosokay]

A blue hue suddenly appears in front you, it faintly remembers of the Tesseract, and not even a second later a boy that couldn't be older than 14 years old appeared at it's place. He lands on unsteady feet and looks around with confusion. Then he spots you and smiles sheepishly. "Oh, hey there... No idea why I accidentally jumped here... Uh, do you know where we are here?"

- @henry-barnes-stewart-mcu

Taco, not surprised or concerned in the slightest, looks at him and smiles. "Oh hiiiiii! Who're you?"

[simplyholl]

The Villain’s Weapon Pt. 2

Summary: When you hit your head and lose your memory, you fall into Loki's clutches.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Minors DNI. Smuttish. Memory loss. Villain Loki. Thanos.

A/N: Thank you @lokisgoodgirl for helping me get out of the corner I wrote myself into. ❤️

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Part One

Your breath hitches as your back presses against Loki’s hard torso. His arms wrap around you before slinging you down. He stands above you, and something about it feels familiar. Probably memories of him training you before. He reaches his hand out to help you up.

“That’s enough of that kind of training for today. After lunch, I will help you with your magic.” You follow him down to the basement area. He introduces you to Dr. Selvig who is helping him with the Tesseract. He gives you a tour, trying to jog your memory. He was still the only constant so far. He felt safe. He felt like home.

You held your hand out, concentrating. “It’s no use, Loki. I don’t remember how.” You sigh, ready to give up after twenty minutes had passed. Loki comes up behind you, placing his arm on yours, guiding yours upward. “Don’t think too hard. My mother taught me that it should come naturally. Close your eyes, relax.” Your shoulders slump, as you free your mind, only concentrating on his velvety voice.

“Think of something that makes you happy.” You turn to look at him. “I don’t remember what makes me happy.” You cast your eyes downward, cursing yourself for your situation. You would give anything to remember what your life was like. “Think of what has made you happy today. Surely there is something.”

You close your eyes again, thinking of how happy you were when you recognized Loki on the battlefield. How you were so relieved to have him there. You thought of how tenderly he patched your wounds, how his touch started a fire within you. “That’s it!” Loki shouts. You open your eyes, seeing a blue glow in your hand. You turn around, practically jumping into Loki’s arms. After two hours, you were managing your powers significantly better.

While you were taking a shower, the floral scent of your soap brought forth some memories. They were of your childhood and your parents. You were shocked you remembered anything at all. You hoped your next recovered memories would be of Loki. As you wash yourself, you ache between your legs thinking of him training you. You stroke yourself trying to soothe the ache and your mind fills with memories of your second boyfriend on top of you, thrusting sloppily. You quickly stop, ready to get out of the shower. It was overwhelming to remember so much at once.

“She is a fast learner. Her instincts are still there. She fights like she always has. In a few more weeks, she will be better than before. I can’t wait to see the looks on my brother and those imbeciles’ faces when they see their precious teammate helping me.” Loki gives The Other the update. “He still thinks this is a bad idea, Asgardian. But he won’t go back on his word, it’s only been a day, so you have some time to use her against them.”

Loki paces his bedroom. Why was the Titan so against his plan? He would show him that he was wrong. He had one of his goons prepare the evening meal. He insisted you dine together. He needed to keep an eye on you to make sure your memory hadn’t returned.

When you were finished, he walked you back to your room. “Loki, sorry if this is awkward, but I need to know something.” He nodded in response, curiosity eating away at him. “Have we ever?” You gesture between the two of you. His face lights up in surprise at your question. That was the last thing he thought you would ask.

“I’m only asking because of the way my body reacts to you. And I didn’t mean to look, but I noticed you were aroused when you left last night.” Loki takes a deep breath, considering his words carefully before answering. “No darling, we never had that kind of relationship. We are just friends working toward the same goal.” Disappointment floods you, but you try to hide it from him. “There was a time when you came onto me." You raise your eyebrows, already embarrassed by where this was going.

"The Avengers had us cornered. We were certain death was near. You confessed your desire for me and I was concerned you were going to rip my clothes off me before we escaped. But nothing happened. We never spoke of it again." You wished the floor would open up and swallow you whole. You just had to ask. "Loki, I'm sorry. I just felt like there was something there. That's why I asked." You cover your face with your hands, trying to look anywhere but at him.

He was pleased with himself. He knew you were attracted to him, but now he made you think you were a wanton slut for him. That would make you avoid touching him more than necessary. It was for his benefit. If your unexpected touches and embraces were an everyday occurrence, he might grow fond of you. He could not let that happen.

But he couldn’t help but notice you looked disappointed. Did you want him that badly? Of course you did, he was a prince, a god, the rightful king of Asgard. And very soon he would rule over this pathetic planet. He watched you carefully. Chest heaving, eyes darkened, thighs clenched, you wanted something to happen when you asked him that.

Loki’s blue eyes gleam mischievously. He could tease you a little. He pins your body to the wall with his, leaving no room in between you. He trails his large hands over the straps of your dress, sliding one down your shoulder, he notices your breath hitch. He smiles satisfied with the effect he has on you.

“Is this what you want, little one? You want me to touch you?” You nod, knowing you would be unable to utter a coherent word. His fist trails between your breasts, stopping to cup one. He gives the tender flesh a firm squeeze. You think you might burst into flames if he doesn’t do something soon.

“Loki, please?” You beg, and you swear he’s holding back a laugh. “Please what?” He smiles. “Please touch me.” You beg him. He spreads your legs with his own. His large hand caresses your inner thigh. “Like this?” He asks you, hand getting higher.

His long fingers finally reach your damp panties. “Norns, you’re so wet for me already.” He purrs in your ear. “Hey boss” Clint bursts into your room, taking notice of Loki’s bulky body holding you against the wall, the strap of your dress hanging off your shoulder. How Loki’s hand is under your dress and you are both breathing heavily. “Sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt.” Clint clears his throat, looking up at the ceiling.

“What do you need, Agent Barton?” Loki asks, fingers still caressing you through your panties. “Sir, The Other needs you to get into contact with him immediately.” Loki reluctantly pulls away from you. You whine when his fingers aren’t on you anymore. You see the smirk on Loki’s face when he hears it and the blush on Clint’s. “Lead the way then.” Loki gestures to Clint. They both leave the room, Loki doesn’t even look back at you as he exits.

Part Three

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Under his influence (Post Avengers! Loki x female reader) (Series Masterlist)

Chapter 1

Summary : The year is 2012, Loki picks up the tesseract in an attempt to escape from the clutches of Avengers and his brother Thor only to end up in a tiny studio appartment in Minesotta, the occupant being none other than you. You reluctantly agree to hide and help the crazy god of mischief and terrorism wondering why you were even thinking about helping a fugitive?

Warning: 18+ This series will contain smut in the later chapters, Soft loki alert, y/n bein y/n, mention of ecstasy and being high.

His head was pounding as he came back to consciousness. His body was threatening to give out any moment, his vision seemed blurry when he opened his eyes, the last thing he remembered was picking up the tesseract because those Avengers were foolish enough to drop the case carrying the precious cube.

"Morons" he mumbled as he got up from the floor, he immediately took off the muzzle framed over his mouth and the handcuffs from the wrist, the tech was definitely destroyed now.

"Shoddy Stark technology" he mumbled before he noticed that the tesseract was a few feet away from him so he looked into his surroundings. Where in the name of hel was he? His eyes circled around, it seemed like a room or that's what he assumed, there was a kitchenette right behind him while he could clearly see the bed on the other end, there was a closet next to the bed and a dresser, a small ugly sofa was in the middle of the room. He tried to look around but all he found was two doors, one led to a small attached bathroom while the other one had a peephole which he assumed was the door to the outside world. 

He spotted a screen in front of the sofa, it was kept at the opposite end of the ugly sofa, few feet adjacent to the main door.

He was familiar with these screens, they had it all around the Stark tower. He stepped towards it and tried to turn it on but the buttons didn't work, he then noticed the loose wire that he probably needed to attach to the plug on the wall so that's what he did.

The loud voice of the newscaster made him jump in his spot, he looked like a squeaky mouse at the moment, thanking the norns nobody was there to witness his humiliation. 

And then he saw himself all over the screen. Apparently each and every person on midgard was witnessing his humiliation. Those Avengers had leaked every little footage they had of him, even the one where he was smashed by the Hulk repeatedly.

"The Asgardian terrorist Loki who was being taken back to Asgard has supposedly fled from the Starks tower, brother Thor claims he has no idea where Loki could be" Loki chuckled as he heard that 

"Of Course he doesn't, I myself have no clue where I am" he heard a knock on the door and felt frozen in his spot. He tried to turn the screen off but it only got louder and louder so he punched the screen with his fist and well, it was broken but at least it wasn't making that awful noise. He heard the knock again so he walked slowly towards the door, making sure his footsteps were as nimble as a feline.

"Y/n? Are you there?" He heard a feminine voice. Who was y/n? He peeped from the peephole and spotted a middle aged woman. She knocked again but he didn't respond ofcourse, he watched her peeping into the hole so he took a step back, he hoped it only worked one way.

There's no way he could have gotten out there without being caught, he figured he could morph his appearance but there was a risk involved especially if he was walking around with the immense source of power that was the tesseract. Besides, where would he even go? It's not as if he knew much about how midgard worked. Maybe he should just wait for this y/n person. For some reason that seemed reasonable to him, he was extremely exhausted and ravenous, he didn't even remember the last time he had a proper meal. 

Looking around the kitchen he found the refrigerator and raided it. He found a box that had chopped vegetables mixed with a type of meat so he munched on it as quickly as he could. He felt extremely warm too, the weather of midgard wasn't best suited for him, he wanted to check his appearance so he walked towards the mirror, looking at his disheveled state he wondered why he even entertained that idea.

"Hideous looking monster" 

He mumbled but then he heard the main door lock twisting and it made his heart leap in his chest. He circled around the spot in a futile attempt to hide but it was just one big room, where he was supposed to hide? The closet of course. 

"Mrs. Geller, how are you?" He heard a feminine voice again but he knew it didn't belong to the woman he had seen, it sounded sweeter in comparison.

"I'm good my dear, oh you know i heard your tv running in the afternoon so I was wondering if you returned early" He recognised that voice. Was that old woman spying on this particular apartment all the time? 

"Are you sure it came from my place? I mean I just got back" he heard the sweet voice again. This voice must belong to the y/n person he figured. He was oddly grateful to not end up in Mrs. Geller's apartment.

He heard those voices going back and forth and finally the main door unlocked. 

"I'll just accompany you in case there's a burglar here" Mrs. Geller said and you gave out a little laugh. The laugh sounded even sweeter to him.

"I'm so thankful for you, really..thank you for checking up on me but nobody is here..seeeee?" You told her and she looked around before she left.

"Have a good night Mrs Geller" you quickly shut the door behind her. Taking a deep breath you sighed but then your phone started to ring and it made you groan, you couldn't catch a break today.

"Hey mommm..just a sec" you greeted her in a sing-song manner as you made your way towards the closet. Loki's heartbeat sped as the footsteps approached so he immediately casted an invisibility spell, he wondered why did he even hide in the closet instead of just using the invisibility charm in the first place.

He closed his eyes as the closet door opened and something hit him right in the face. He wanted to squeal but decided against it, once the closet door closed again he inspected the garment that was thrown on his face. It was a brassiere, ladies on Asgard used to wear these too. Huh, why women must torment themselves everywhere he wondered.

Another boring day where nothing interesting happened to you or for you. You were going to turn thirty in a few days and you could feel your life slipping past your fingers. Every person you had ever known in your life were off doing their thing, being successful in their chosen careers, getting married, raising babies and what not while you were stuck in your personal as well as professional life. 

"Mom..you know the attack happened in New York right so quit worrying?" Loki heard you talking to someone and you mentioned the attack, the attack that he had caused under the influence of the mind stone. 

"Whattt?" You walked towards the refrigerator to take out the chicken salad that you had prepared last night. Your mom just told you that the terrorist had escaped from the Stark tower, it was all over the news "Okayy okay calm down it's not as if he would come here of all places and just attack me in my apartment you know?" You chuckled but your eyes widened in anger as you saw the empty box of Salad. Did you eat it last night? You were too high to remember it. "Look mom I'll call you later, gotta go..food emergency"  

As Loki stepped out of the closet he saw a woman in front of the refrigerator, well he saw your jeans cladded plumped arse, you had a white shirt on along with it. And then you turned around. All he heard in that moment was a loud scream that felt deafening to him.

"Stop screaminggg" 

There was a man in your apartment. A strange weird looking man, Mrs. Geller was right, oh you were going to die and your soul would haunt this apartment forever. Serves you right for wasting all this time you had to fulfill your dreams and goals in life.

Now you always thought of yourself as the person who'd choose to fight in such a situation but you were getting a reality check now. You had no fight in you, you were frozen in your spot waiting for your impending death by the hands of a burglar. You both kept staring at each other but you finally gasped when you heard the knock on the door. 

"Listen to me mortal ..uhhh lady. I do not want to cause any harm so I'd appreciate it if you're just willing to listen to me..just for a moment?" you looked at him dumbfounded, you wanted to run but he was standing near the door and you figured he'd grab you if you even tried that. You grabbed a knife from the knife stand and threw it right at him, which he caught with his mere fingers. Ofcourse. Who did you think you were? Hawkeye? 

"Brilliant of you to pass the weaponry into the hands of a supposed intruder" He inspected the knife and then you watched it disappear but for some reason you chose to ignore it, maybe he had a superpower, you were living in a world where anything could happen to anyone except you ofcourse. You were as basic as they come. 

"What do you want? I have nothing alright, no valuables, I'm almost broke, almost is the key word here, if you want money I can..just umm transfer it to you, do you have Venmo or any other apps? I also have weed if you want that" He looked at you confused before he attempted to walk closer but you grabbed another knife as quickly as you could and took a step back.

"Stay right there mister or..or–" 

"Or what? You'd gift me another weapon that I can add to my collection?" You glared at him. How dare he make fun of you? This was your house. Did he say he had a collection of weapons? You looked at him carefully as he stepped closer, your eyes widened in realization. He was no thief. No no, He was the war criminal. How come your mom was right this time?

"Oh my god you ..you are…you are… whattt..whhyyy?" Your voice came out all squeaky and it made him smile. 

"Good to know I am popular in midgard now. Would you say my popularity exceeds that of my dullard brother Thor?" 

Thor? He said Thor right? So he was the guy who attacked New York. A terrorist was galavanting in your humble abode, great, just amazing. 

"Are you going to kill me?" You asked him as you wiped the sweat beads off your forehead. Your breathing has gotten shallower and you were close to passing out.

"No. But I need you to cooperate with me here, I am just as baffled about the situation as you are lady" he answered immediately, you had seen the leaked videos of him in Stuttgart, he was a cruel man, he was definitely going to kill that old man but the Avengers intervened thankfully. You were still trying to wrap your head around the fact that Loki from Asgard was standing in your studio apartment talking to you. Were you still high? You hoped so.

"What ummm how uhh i mean what are you doing here?" You asked him as you crossed your arms. Maybe you should call the Avengers.

"I do not know, the tesseract brought me here, it's eerie but I have a feeling that foolish Stark was up to something" he looked to the side as he thought about it.

"Hah" you gave him a fake laugh and he scrunched his brows. He was kind of attractive in the "I'm a sexy murderer" kind of way. 

"What is so amusing?" 

"No it's just..we just call him iron man you knowww" you mumbled under your breath. He could see your body trembling with fear so he approached you, probably wasn't the best idea but he really wanted to put you at ease.

"Look I know what you think of me and I do not blame you for your perceptions but I mean no harm here, I don't want to hurt you and I'm not going to, I am giving you my word" he seemed sincere but there's no way you were going to believe the words of an escaped terrorist.

"Aren't you Loki? The loki? God of lies and trickery and stuff? Why would I believe you?" You asked him so he smiled again. Cute smile. No you stop it. 

"You know what, I will just sit down here-" he conjured a chair out of thin air and your eyes widened "And you can tie me up if that would make you feel safer around me" 

"Huh wouldn't you want that?" You snickered and his face flushed in response.

He passed you a rope, by which you meant, he threw it right in your face but you caught it. Okay you were starting to think now, if he really wanted to hurt you he would have, he has magical powers plus the knife that you gave him like a moron, there's no way you could fight him if he really wanted to hurt you. Right? 

"Why did you attack us? What did we do to you?" 

"I did not attack you?" He looked at you confused. "Oh you meant the humankind, that's sweet of you to address yourself as one for all, very sentimental. Anyway it is a long long story, do you want me to narrate it all..from the beginning?" he chuckled nervously.

"It's just..you don't seem that evil..why did you hurt those people?" his eyes teared up as you said that. He knew why he hurt those people, he just wished he was able to stop himself before he did. 

"I didn't want to, I don't enjoy hurting innocent creatures" he said to you and the sad little voice affected you. So you were really going to ignore him using the words creatures for humans right? "Your name is y/n i assume?" 

He asked you so you nodded.

"What do you want, be honest" 

"Just let me stay here until I figure this out" 

"No no no no no no..Why would I allow a fugitive to stay with me? I'll be locked up too for I don't know.. abiding you and shit" you huffed

"Did you intend to use the word Abetting?" he looked at you all confused and the embarassment was enough to make you want to die.

"Look mister"

"Call me Loki"

"Mister Loki.. Prisoners under 30 isn't the magazine I have aspired to be featured in all my life.. so I need you to get out of here okay?"

"There is no way those incompetent men in costumes could find me here and-" 

"They are heroes, and there's a woman in the team, her name is black widow ..they saved lives today..they–" you interrupted him and he interrupted your interruption,

 "In case they do find me, just tell them that I was the one keeping you hostage over here, they'll believe you in a jiff i promise" he winked as he finished his sentence. You had to be crazy to allow this right? You had to be insane that you were already starting to believe his words.

"Tie..tie yourself up and let me think" 

You passed him the rope and he used the magic to tie himself up.

"That's great..you think I'm dumb..huhh? if you can use magic to tie yourself up then you can get yourself out too" he smiled as you said that. Why did he find this mortal.. adorable in an endearing sort of way? 

"Well why don't you do it then? I can't use magic if I don't see the knots myself" he told you so you thought about it. You walked towards him and he conjured another rope for you, as you reached closer you noticed the cuts and bruises on his face, he seemed hurt. He looked up at you and you tried to avoid his hypnotic gaze, why did he have to look so good? He was the sexiest man you had ever laid your eyes upon. Why did he have to be a criminal though?

After you tied him up you walked towards the tv, and that's when you noticed the broken screen so you turned around and glared at him. You watched him waving his fingers and the tv was fixed magically, ofcourse.

"Huhhh you will come in handy..if you know what I mean" you laughed as you turned the tv on.

"I actually do not know what you mean" 

You saw the news of him escaping and his brother Thor has appealed to everyone that Loki was dangerously manipulative and thirsty for blood so if anyone was to spot him anywhere, there was a helpline number they could call. 

"Oh my god there's a number." you jumped up and down in excitement and relief, what if Thor was right and he was manipulating you? Ofcourse Thor was right, he was his brother. You had made up your mind to call but when you looked at him, there was the saddest, mopiest, cutest look you had ever seen on a man's face. 

"I can not win" he mumbled under his breath so you walked towards him.

"What did you say?" You asked him and when he looked at you, his eyes were welled up. 

"Very well then, you can call them if you want" he told you so you walked towards the kitchen and picked up your phone. The look on his face was still bothering you though. What if there was a story behind what he did? No no.. people got hurt, he was evil, call the bloody Avengers and get yourself out of this problematic situation. But what if he was not evil? Iron man harmed so many lives before he became a hero. You felt crazy playing this mental circus with yourself.

"I must be losing my mind" you mumbled as you put the phone down on the kitchen counter "Okay fine..but if you're even thinking about hurting innocent people again let me tell you mister I'll keep that number on my speed dial and I will call it asap" you crossed your arms as you walked towards him and yelled at him so he nodded like a child

"Okay good..ummm are you like hungry or something..oh wait you must not be hungry since you ate my salad" you glared at him and it made him smile again. You'd rather see that then the glum look on his face.

"I do apologize for my ill-mannered conduct, should have asked for permission before I fed on that well seasoned grass you had prepared for yourself " you rolled your eyes at the comment

"No need to judge..I'm trying to lose fat here" 

"You don't have to" 

"Really? Because lyla keeps telling me that I'm getting chubbier everyday" 

"Well this Lyla needs to shut her muzzle then" your face flushed as he looked at you intently, was he checking you out? Maybe In your dreams.

"I'll untie you, you can go shower.. you smell like blood and burned leather..the bathroom is there" he chuckled as you said that. You weren't wrong about that. 

"No need to untie me and I truly appreciate the offer" he flexed his arms and you gasped as the rope was shredded in pieces. He could have gotten out anytime he wanted. 

"May i?" He raised his hand forward so you placed your fingers on his large ass hands that seemed to be the size of minnesota. He brought your hand up to his lips and gave it a chaste kiss. 

"You're very kind my lady, thank you, I won't disappoint you i promise" he mumbled as he turned around and stepped inside the bathroom. You kept staring at the pieces of ropes all over. He could have gotten out and stop you from calling the Avengers but he didn't. He could have hurt you but he didn't. Huh 

"Wash your hair ..you look like a pine tree" You yelled and you heard him laughing at the comment. That was beautiful. How dare he?

What were you getting yourself into here?

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[traumatizedbymay2016]

Tony Stark: Hey Director, did you get my report on the Tesseract?

Nick Fury: Yeah, I looked it over. Nice work.

Tony: Good. Thanks, dad.

Tony: ...

Tony: Why is everyone staring at me?

Natasha Romanov: You just called Director Fury dad. You said, "Thanks, dad."

Tony: What? No I didn't, I say, "Thanks, man."

Fury: Do you see me as a father figure, Stark?

Tony: No, if anything I see you as a "bother" figure 'cause you're always bothering me.

Thor: Hey, show your father some respect.

Tony: I didn't call him dad!

Fury: No, no no no, Anthony. I take it as a compliment.

Steve Rogers: It's not a big deal. I called Peggy "mom" once, and she was my fiancée.

Tony: Guys, jump on that! Cap has psycho-sexual issues.

Clint Barton: Old news. But you calling Fury "daddy"---

Tony: Hey, "daddy" is not on the table here.

Justin Hammer (currently under arrest): But you did call him "dad", dude.

Tony: You shut up. You've done nothing but lie since you got here.

Hammer: Alright, alright, I was lying about bankrolling Whiplash. But the dad thing, that happened.

Tony: Aha! He admitted that his alibi was a lie. It was a trap, all part of my crazy, devious plan.

Fury: I believe you ---

Tony: Thank you.

Fury: --- son.

Tony: ...

Fury: Do you want to talk about it later, over a... game of catch?

Tony: I'd like that.

[unbeknownsttomen]

this is going to be completly opaque im sorry, i just really wanted to play with some of my OC. one thing i enjoy is making them be unexpectedly connected because i like it when everything is connected in my stories. these are the characters from a novella i wrote back in 2012 called Eigen, which i never published anywhere

(the story is essentially two scientists who were trying to create a space that was bigger on the inside than the outside fuck up, get trapped in a tesseract that functions very similar to the videogame qube and then eventually they manage to hack into the tesseract and get ungrounded from time and space and as they randomly jump through time periods, alternate dimensions and pocket universes they are desperatly trying to get grounded back again into their time and their world)

and the characters from my little comic Aika.

i like the idea that, by sheer time-space bullshit they end up having a baby somewhere in the multiverse that ends up being adopted into a normal family and the kid then grows up to be a trans woman who invents time travel and subsequently she herself gets tangled into stupid knots but at least this time within the boundaries of her own timeline

i dont know, sometimes i draw things to amuse myself only but im going to share them here anyway

[hey-english]

i really just want to know what explanation there is for the transformation scene in catfa if peggy carter was supposed to be evil/a double agent/a hydra spy who genuinely never cared for him. why would she be so concerned over him she forgets she has to wait in the box upstairs because of the radiation exposure? why would she run back down screaming for them to stop when the vitarays start hurting him enough to scream and only back off when steve says so, even though howard and erskine were going to call it off? why does she jump into action the moment the hydra guy grabs the vial and starts shooting? surely if she were working for them, she’d want the process stopped because like schmidt tells zola it’s their only defense against the tesseract tech? and after its success she’d let him get away with it? i genuinely wanna know what people’s theories are for why she did this

[winters8child]

It´s been a long, long time

Chapter 33

We were all back in the jet, including a shackled Loki and the red shiny guy, who turned out to be Tony Stark, Howard's son. He was standing at the helm with Steve, discussing how surprisingly smooth the whole mission had gone. Loki, supposedly a god, had been captured so easily, and for some reason, he kept staring at me.

"There is darkness in you, I can feel it," Loki leaned over to me, grinning. "You are not like your lover. You would like to be, but you are not."

"Excuse me?" I recoiled. "You don't know me."

Thunder rumbled outside, and Loki flinched. "What's the matter? Are you scared of a little lightning?" Steve mocked him.

But Loki seemed genuinely afraid. "I'm not overly fond of what follows," he muttered. The thunder and lightning intensified, and a loud bang erupted overhead, making the jet shake. Steve and Tony donned their helmets as Natasha opened the ramp.

I was about to protest that I wanted to join, but a massive guy landed before us, wielding a hammer. This world was getting crazier by the minute. He had long blond hair, a red cape, and muscles like Hercules. He looked seriously angry. Everything happened so quickly that I didn't have time to react.

He struck Tony with the hammer, throwing him back, grabbed Loki by the neck, and jumped out as if it were nothing. I stared after them, mouth agape. How were we supposed to fight people like these? At least the Nazis were normal humans; this was a whole other ballpark.

"That guy is a friendly?" Steve asked, panting, as Tony prepared to jump after them.

"Doesn't matter. If he frees Loki or kills him, the Tesseract is lost."

"Stark, we need a plan of attack!" Steve called after him.

"I have a plan. Attack," Tony responded confidently, disappearing into the darkness of the night.

"Maybe it's better if we stay here, Steve. This is way above our pay grade... I mean, these are gods we're talking about," I reasoned, glancing nervously at the clouds outside.,". Steve didn't pause, strapping on his shield.

"There is only one God, and I'm pretty sure He doesn't dress like that," he replied firmly.

"You know I have to come with you if you go. I won't stay behind," I yelled over the loud jet engines, grabbing the last parachute. Steve sighed, his frustration evident, but there was no time to argue.

"Fine, but stay with me," he demanded, jumping out of the jet.

We landed amidst the chaos. Tony and the god guy were locked in battle, the forest around them a wreck of fallen trees and scorch marks. The god guy still looked like a supermodel.

Steve threw his shield between them to break them apart. "That's enough," he yelled, jumping down from the tree stump he had landed on. "Now I don't know what you plan on doing here," he added.

"I've come to put an end to Loki's schemes," the god guy said, his voice edged with anger. I hesitated, gripping my pistol. Aiming at a god felt pointless.

"Then prove it. Put that hammer down," Steve demanded, standing tall.

Tension crackled in the air. My fingers twitched toward my knife, and my blood started to boil. I had never carved up a god; I wondered if their blood was any different. "I will gut you like a pig," I yelled, getting ready to jump at his throat.

God Guy did not look happy. Tony was rolling his eyes, and Steve held me back by my arm. "There is no need for bloodshed. Just put that hammer down," he asked again.

Tony was shaking his head. "Yeah... no. Bad call, he loves his hammer," only to be hit with it the next second.

He landed in a pile of wood, groaning in pain as the god guy advanced on us. "You want me to put the hammer down?" he taunted, leaping into the air and aiming his hammer at Steve. Steve quickly pulled up his shield, hiding me behind him, but the impact was so loud and powerful that the three of us were thrown in all directions.

I flew through the air, flailing, and landed in a pile of branches. Not even the suit could stop the pain that followed. "Ugh, I hate nature," I stammered as Steve picked me up by my hand. He looked at all of us with a defeated expression.

"Are we done here?"

Reluctantly we all decided that there would be no winners today and returned to the helicarrier, with a shackled Loki in tow. Twenty armed soldiers escorted him to his cell although it was more like a glass cage, that could be dropped only with the push of a button, just in case Loki tried something.

We all could see him over the screens, sitting in the conference room of the aircraft. He was taunting Dr. Banner, "A mindless beast. Makes play he's still a man. How desperate are you, that you call on such lost creatures to defend you? A green monster and a bloodthirsty demon, masquerading as the good guys."

I swallowed hard, telling myself he wasn't talking about me. I glanced at Steve for reassurance, but he was focused on the screen."How desperate am I?", Fury's voice came out of the speakers, "You threaten my world with war. You steal a force you can't hope to control. You talk about peace, and you kill because it's fun. You have made me very desperate. You might not be glad that you did.", he threatened.

Loki remained unfazed, his confidence unsettling. "It burns you to have come so close. To have the Tesseract, to have power, unlimited power. And for what? A warm light for all mankind to share. And then to be reminded what real power is", he continued, his voice dripping with condescension.

The video cut off, leaving us all uncertain about what to do next. Dr. Banner had his arms crossed, fidgeting uncomfortably. Loki had just called him a monster.

"He really grows on you, doesn't he?" Banner said sarcastically.

I was still reeling from the way Loki had openly called me a demon and hinted at the darkness within me. I glanced around, trying to gauge if any of the others looked at me differently, but they seemed focused on Loki's plans for Earth. Maybe Loki knew something about me, or maybe he was just trying to unnerve me.

Thor, the god guy’s real name, spoke up. "He has an army called the Chitauri. They're not of Asgard, nor any world known. He means to lead them against your people. They will win him the Earth in return, I suspect, for the Tesseract."

He had also kidnapped an astrophysicist named Erik Selvig and put him under a spell. According to Natasha, someone else on their side was also under Loki's control. Her body language conveyed that it was someone she greatly cared about.

All this talk about science—half of it I didn’t even understand, especially after Tony joined the conversation. He was much like his father: confident in his abilities, but maybe slightly more sarcastic. I wasn’t getting any answers here. The only person who could give them to me was in a glass cage, two stories down.

I excused myself, touching Steve's shoulder on the way out. "I'll be right back," I told him and walked out. I had thought getting to him would be harder, but wearing this uniform afforded me some authority, I supposed.

When I arrived, Loki was pacing in his cage. He turned around with a vicious smile. "I knew you would come. I did get into that little head of yours, didn't I?" he drawled. He was toying with me, and I felt stupid for even being here. I turned to leave when he stepped closer to the glass separating us.

"I see a lot of blood in your future. More than already, anyway," he taunted.

I balled my fists and faced him again. "What do you know about me?" I asked sternly.

He gloated like a cat that had caught a mouse. "You crave the blood you shed. You welcome it, you bathe in it. You could be so much more if you didn't hide behind all that shame," he said, looking at me with pity. "And that man you claim to love, he will never understand you. You are the very thing he is fighting against."

My lip quivered, and I was at a loss for words. It felt like he had brought forth every feeling I had desperately tried to suppress. "I am not a monster," I whimpered, turning to leave.

"You are just like me, only you're not in a cage... yet," he called after me.

I walked out, shut the door behind me, and knew deep down that he was right.

Next Chapter

[foxy-128]

GN!CHILD!READER x Loki x Tony(all platonic of course!) ^^

Title: The Mischievous Kitten

Tw:none i think! ^^

Characters:GN!child!reader, Loki and Tony stark! :)

Note:i made the drawing! ☆◇☆

In the heart of Stark Tower, the sun streamed through the large windows, casting warm rays across the polished floors. You, a curious child with a knack for getting into adventures, wandered around the expansive living room, your fingers brushing over various gadgets and inventions Tony had scattered about. Today, however, your attention was captured by a small, fluffy creature curled up on one of the sleek couches—a little black kitten with bright green eyes.

“Hey there, little guy,” you cooed, approaching it slowly. The kitten blinked up at you, seemingly unfazed by your presence. You reached out, and it nuzzled into your palm, purring softly.

“Looks like you’ve made a friend,” Tony said, walking in with a tray of snacks. He raised an eyebrow, a smirk on his face. “That’s Loki’s new… form. He’s trying to avoid responsibilities, as usual.”

“Loki? The god of mischief?” you asked, your eyes wide with excitement.

“Yup! Just don’t let him trick you into something crazy,” Tony replied, chuckling.

You turned your attention back to the kitten, who was now pawing at your hand playfully. You giggled, sitting down next to the couch, and began to gently stroke its fur. To your surprise, the kitten rolled over, presenting its belly, inviting you to pamper it further.

“Such a cute kitty!” you exclaimed, feeling a burst of joy. “I’m going to take care of you!”

As you continued to pet the kitten, you began to talk to it, telling it stories about your day and all the fun things you liked to do. You adorned it with a tiny bow from one of your hair ties and even found a small toy mouse for it to play with.

Loki, in his cat form, couldn’t help but feel a warm sensation in his chest. He relished the affection you were showering him with, forgetting for a moment about his mischievous plans. In fact, he found it strangely enjoyable to be pampered like this, basking in your innocent adoration.

After some time, you paused and looked up, “You know, if you were a person, I bet you’d be really cool. You could even be my best friend!”

Loki felt a pang of something—something he hadn’t felt in a long time. Before he could dwell on it too much, he decided it was time to shift back to his human form. A flash of magic surrounded him, and in an instant, the black kitten transformed into Loki, now standing before you, his trademark smirk plastered on his face.

“Did you enjoy my little performance?” he asked, brushing a hand through his dark hair, now a little disheveled.

You gasped, surprised but delighted. “Loki! That was amazing! You were so cute!”

“Cute, hmm? I suppose that’s one way to look at it,” he replied, feigning indifference.

Just then, a large square box appeared in Loki's hand. “But I have something even better for you!” He knelt down, presenting the box to you with a flourish.

“What is it?” you asked, your eyes sparkling with curiosity.

“Open it and find out,” he said, his voice laced with mischief.

You tore into the wrapping eagerly and opened the box, revealing a shimmering object nestled inside—a tesseract, glowing with a soft blue light.

“Loki! Is that the Tesseract?” you exclaimed, amazed.

“Indeed it is,” he replied with a smug grin. “But you can’t keep it; it’s far too powerful and dangerous. I just thought it might make for a fun little trick!”

Suddenly realizing the implications of holding such an artifact, your eyes widened in alarm. “Wait! You can’t just take it!”

Before you could react, Loki leaped to his feet, tesseract in hand, and bolted for the door. “Catch me if you can!” he called over his shoulder, laughter echoing down the hallway.

“Loki, come back!” you shouted, your heart racing. Tony, who had been watching the scene unfold, quickly jumped into action.

“Loki! You better not run away with that!” Tony yelled, sprinting after him, and you raced behind, determined not to let Loki get away with the Tesseract.

As the chase ensued through Stark Tower, you giggled, weaving between furniture and dodging Tony as he tried to catch up to Loki. The excitement of the moment was electric; you felt like you were part of one of Tony's superhero stories.

“I’ll get it back!” Tony declared, laughter mixing with urgency.

Loki glanced back, and for just a moment, he looked at you, that same warm feeling returning. “Let’s see if you can!” he shouted, his voice playful as he darted down the hall, with you and Tony in hot pursuit.

The adventure had only just begun, and you couldn’t wait to see where it would lead.

[skyler10fic]

Ready to Rock

Summary: Maria Hill assigns Carol and Daisy to a bold initiative: a training program for the Young Avengers.

Notes: Whether this is post-canon or canon divergence (or a Marvel Rising Secret Warriors AU!) is up to you and whatever comes next in the MCU. :D

Written for the @ficwip All Ships Ship Week daily prompts. The idea is that I'll post one ficlet a day. We'll see! (Monday: Forced to work together.)

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In a boring Shield lab, Carol sighed at her boring space rock and spun in her boring desk chair. She'd been without her powers for two weeks, after stopping a nuclear warhead high in the atmosphere. It had sapped all she had to send it into a jump point to deep space. 

The door opened behind her and she welcomed the distraction, especially when she saw it was her boss, deputy director Maria Hill.

“Good news. I have an assignment for you.” Despite the opening line, her tone told Carol it wouldn't be easy. 

“Ready for anything.” She set aside her tablet, which she'd been using to record the unexplainably odd energy readings. She'd discovered the specimen while walking along the beach with her niece Monica, who had been sent off to space to investigate the source while Carol was stuck in a lab on the ground. Staring at a rock. 

Maria noted her boredom. “Look, I know this isn't what you had in mind working for Shield, but until your powers come back, we could use your help with this Young Avengers initiative.” 

Carol was ready for action now. “So Kamala got it approved?” 

“Everyone has a soft spot, and Fury's is you and your protege.” 

Carol’s lips turned up in a wry smile. “Don't let Kamala hear you say that. She'll explode from excitement.” 

Maria laughed, but Carol could tell it wasn't the whole story. 

“But?” Carol prompted. 

“It's not just Kamala. Hawkeye has one too: Kate Bishop. And Ant-Man has a daughter with a Pym suit. There are a couple of others, like Iron Man’s intern, the Spider kid. And more we're hoping to bring in. But don't worry. You'll have a partner to help train them.” 

Right on cue, a woman in a tight black and purple suit knocked lightly on the open door and entered the lab. 

“Ma’am,” the woman addressed Maria. “I heard you wanted to see me?” 

Maria gestured to Carol, who stood. “Daisy Johnson, Carol Danvers, you two will be the welcome wagon and trainers for the Young Avengers initiative.” 

Daisy's warm smile and dark sparkling eyes dissolved any protest Carol had about being partnered with a stranger instead of Monica. 

“I heard about your powers,” Daisy said empathetically as she shook Carol's hand. “I've been there. That sucks.” 

“You have powers?”

Maria interjected: “Daisy is an inhuman, naturally born with abilities, though they were unlocked as an adult. Carol is enhanced, born fully human but absorbed the powers of the Tesseract.” 

“My experimental plane’s engine exploded,” Carol explained in short. She decided against mentioning the Kree to an inhuman. Famously sore subject.

“Damn, that’s intense.” Daisy frowned as she saw the space rock. “You have one too. Terrigen crystal dust is showing up in meteorites and creating more inhumans like me. Not strong enough to kill humans, just enough to leave a few people really confused about their new abilities.”

Maria explained, “That's why this project is so urgent and can't just be you and Kamala and Monica this time, Carol.”

Carol absorbed this flood of information. “Okay, first, you think this rock is the same thing giving people inhuman powers or something? It’s just so… ordinary. Aside from the readings and what it looked like where it landed, I wouldn’t think it was anything weird at all.” 

Instead of answering, Daisy shut the lid on the plexiglass box the rock was in and extended her hand toward it from a foot away. The rock exploded in shimmering blue. 

“Oh.” Carol felt a bit silly for being unable to make heads or tails of it for so long. 

“I can sense and manipulate the vibration of pretty much anything,” Daisy explained, “but terrigen is easy since that's what gave me my powers.” 

Carol folded her arms and admired Daisy more fully. “Wow. And I thought my powers were cool.”

Maria clapped Carol on the shoulder. “Good to see you two are on board. See you both tomorrow morning at the training center. Dr. Banner will email you the enhanced and inhuman medical evaluations. Good luck.” And with that, Carol was left alone with her gorgeous new partner to prepare for a crop of fresh rookie superpowered teenagers and 20-somethings. 

Daisy hopped up on Carol’s desk and swung her legs. “People try to make it a rivalry between inherited powers and acquired ones, like sports teams or something, but I think inhumans and enhanced agents can work together, don’t you think?” 

Trying to channel her “cool girl” side, Carol brushed her fingers through her hair and leaned back in her desk chair. “We don’t have much of a choice, but if we did, you’d be my pick to try it out.”

Daisy scooted closer to Carol and read her like a book. “Wanna come over to my place and prepare? We could order a pizza, hang out, get to know each other?” 

As she said it, Daisy shrugged casually but sent Carol a demure once-over that spelled trouble for Carol's professional detachment. 

The biggest challenge of this assignment wouldn't be helping recruits learn to be superheroes. It would be not falling in love with her flirting, distractingly sexy new coworker. 

[anonymousewrites]

Portal to My Heart (Book 1.5) Chapter Eighteen

Loki x Reader

Chapter Eighteen: At the End

Summary: It's the end of the line.

            Screams echoed, and (Y/N) pushed as many as possible through portals to whatever points on Earth or other planets she could remember with clarity. Her emotions and adrenaline pushed her powers further. Around her, smoke filtered through the air in the debris of the destroyed ship. Strange aliens, Chitauri like the 2012 attack on New York, attacked Asgardians. Heimdall already lay dead at the side, having used the last of his strength to send the Hulk away for help instead of Thanos killing him. Civilians and warriors alike lay dead or dying, injured and bleeding. Valkyrie had been pushed through a portal by (Y/N), but there were still so many left, and her abilities were exhausting her.

            A blast from the ship attacking them sent (Y/N) flying, and she hit a wall. To the side, Loki was getting attacked and restrained by strange aliens in proper robes, and Thor lay bleeding against a piece of the ship. (Y/N) groaned and rolled over to look at Loki.

            Everything had gone wrong. The Asgardians had been in the clear, and then the mad titan Thanos had attacked. He destroyed the ship, killed so many innocents, and now walked across the destruction he wrought as if it meant nothing.

            “You may think this is suffering,” said one of Thanos’s disciples. “No. It is salvation. Universal scales tip towards balance because of your sacrifice. Smile. For even in death, you have become Children of Thanos.” He approached Thanos and extended a hand.

            (Y/N)’s heart stopped. The Tesseract. The disciple had found the Tesseract aboard their ship and was giving it to Thanos. (Y/N)’s mind ran through every scenario to figure out how it was aboard, but she had no time for that. She needed to handle the situation, to stop the monster before her before he hurt more people.

            “My humble personage bows before your grandeur,” said the disciple. “No other being has ever had the might, nay, the nobility to wield not one but two Infinity Stones.”

            Thanos took the stone into his hand.

            (Y/N) acted. She moved forward as Loki cried for her to stop, and she summoned all her strength. Her powers swirled to life, and pure condensed energy constricted around Thanos. It pushed into his skin, tearing at him, but Thanos raised the Tesseract and crushed it. (Y/N)’s eyes widened as she saw the blue stone in his hand.

            A portal appeared beneath (Y/N) as Thanos gripped the stone. She dropped through but summoned another so she wouldn’t be hurt. However, Thanos his hand, which gripped a knife, through a small portal. (Y/N)’s eyes widened, and she opened a portal and jumped through, reacting as quickly as possible.

It wasn’t enough.

            She landed in front of a restrained Loki just as the knife passed through its portal. It sunk into her stomach, and she collapsed. Loki, who had been straining to free himself, broke free of the restraints in time to catch her. Tears were in his eyes, and he was frantically trying to stop the bleeding. But it was clear what was happening.

            “Loki…” breathed the projection of (Y/N).

            “No, no, no!” was all Loki could say. He couldn’t lose her. Not (Y/N), not the woman he loved.

            “Loki, please—” (Y/N) coughed up some blood.

            “Don’t start! I know you’re going to start being sentimental because you think you’re…” Loki swallowed. “You’re not. So don’t give any speeches.”

            (Y/N) smiled. “Oh, Loki…” She raised a hand to his cheek, which he held tightly. “I think I need to…” She couldn’t go without telling him how she felt.

            Loki shook his head. “You don’t, you don’t.” It would break his heart for her to speak with such finality.

            “L-Loki…I—” Her eyes widened, and she threw up a hand. A portal sucked an alien through before it could attack them.

            “(Y-Y/N)?” Loki looked at her. She had stopped speaking. “No…” She looked limp. “No…” She looked pale. “No!” She looked dead. Loki had lost the woman he loved.

            Loki lunged for Thanos and struck with his daggers. They sunk into the titan’s arms, and he grunted before throwing Loki off. The Asgardian flipped to his feet and attacked again. Thanos batted off his slashes with practiced skill. Thanos caught Loki on his next lunge, twisted his arms, and let the daggers fall to the ground. He grabbed Loki’s neck next and raised him into the air.

            Loki’s enraged glare remained resolutely on Thanos. “You’ll…regret this!” he choked.

            A sharp crack resounded through the air. (Y/N) and Loki’s tragedy ended.

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            But what if Loki and (Y/N) hadn't gone to Asgard? What if they hadn't followed the path set before them? What if they became variants? Let's see what would happen.

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[cloudinterlude]

I don't understand how people can watch Steve's trilogy (mainly CATFA) and come to the conclusion that he's an "angry chihuahua" that is actively picking fights with the first person who looks at him wrong. Where did people get this impression? Steve's a lot less confrontational than he's portrayed by fandom. He's not bucking at any and everyone, especially if he's the sole target of someone's insults.

What we do see is how defensive he gets if there's someone behind him who could use defending. A lot of people like to use the theater scene in CATFA to say that Steve was picking a fight, but that's not what I got from that at all lmao? A woman was crying, that guy was being very disruptive and Steve asked him politely enough to cut it out the first time and then he got more snappy with it which caused the guy to pick a fight with him. Steve didn't back down from it, is all.

When Steve was being teased in the army, he didn't even cause a scene. He grit his teeth and finished his task. Because he was the primary target of their ire. And he's good enough at brushing off insults directed at him. He kind of has to be, growing up the way he did.

Then people bring up the TonySteve helicarrier scene and I already have a few posts on that but it comes down to: scepter, tesseract angst, Tony needled Steve first earlier, general defrosting whump, ect. I'll link back specific post where I draw it out if I can find them.

Point is, Steve is not....well, a fucking trigger happy jerk ready to jump down random people's throats. Sorry if this info is new and disturbing to you 😱 The things he objects to throughout the MCU aren't driven by a need to simply argue - he disagrees with things that conflict with his moral compass. It's that simple.

I don't know what else to add without rambling. I can elaborate on some things, so if you want clarification or anything, feel free to ask ♡

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Marvel Rewatch Easter Eggs, Notes and Other Stuff: Captain America: The First Avenger

- Tesseract located in Tønsburg (future New Asgard)

- Yggdrasil mention

- World Exposition of Tomorrow is an early version of the Stark Expo

- Human Torch cameo/reference

- Peggy also goes to jump on the grenade when Colonel Phillips throws the dummy

- Peggy was ready to jump scrawny Steve’s bones before he got the serum

- First mention of Vibranium

- Tesseract portal to Vormir

- Howard finds the Tesseract, where it’s kept at Camp Leigh until 1970ish

Easter Egg Masterlist