#then again maybe he gets to stab tony again

[pharawee]

Garfield Pantach Kankham as KENTA

▷ PIT BABE 2

[rosedpetal]

Behave

Summary: Bucky shows you what happens when you test him.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Wife!Reader

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: smut.

Minors, do not interact.

Masterlist | Part II

You didn't mean to be so overbearing, but you just loved him so much.

"Doll, you have to stop giving the stinky eye to these women. It's getting embarrassing." He whispered on your ear, his grip tightening just a little bit on your arm as he smiled for the people schmoozing at Tony's gala event. "Seriously, when did you get so jealous?"

"Jealous?" You scoff, adjusting the skirt of your long dress, softening the slightly wrinkled fabric. "Barely. I just wish you didn't look so smug with all those single bitches fawning over you."

"In my time, we used to call them spinsters." Bucky raised his eyebrow at you.

"Well, that's just sexist."

"And calling them bitches is not?"

Your glare made him shut his mouth, a little smirk threatening to tug at the corner of his lips.

"I get it, okay? I'm being too much. It's just that I'm so obsessed with you. Why can't I just be one of those wives who barely wait for their husbands to drop dead?" You sighed, adjusting his tie.

He chuckles, a low rumble reverberating through his chest. He trapped your chin between his thumb and index finger, amused at you. "You're crazy, you know that? But it's okay. Your psycho side is almost as cute as your clingy and needy one."

You roll your eyes. "Gotta admit, though. You looked really hot over there talking to them and signing autographs and all. If I didn't want to stab your guts off, I'd be horny... " You paused. "Okay. I'm horny either way."

"Behave." Bucky hissed, looking around to see if anyone was paying attention to the two of you. At the sound of your little crazed giggle, he snapped his head back to you. "How much have you had to drink, by the way?"

"I didn't drink that much. I don't know what's taken over me, okay? You're just... Ugh!" You groaned, and Bucky blinked, a little taken aback. "You're hot. Are you taken?" You playfully bat your eyelashes at him and he chuckles.

"Well, I do have a wife. But she's quite small, so I think you can take me from her if you want to." He smirked, rubbing circles on the small of your back.

"Ugh, you're married? I bet she's a fucking witch."

Bucky shakes his head, getting his lips close to your ear. "Honestly... My wife is quite crazy. Sometimes I'm scared at how unhinged she can be when she's jealous."

"Is she hot, though?"

"Oh... She's so hot. Just thinking of her has me feeling all types of way... But she's also quite needy. It gets on my fucking nerves. I swear, that woman could drop on her knees to beg for my attention."

"Is begging the only good thing she can do on her knees, though?" You purr.

Bucky checks again for any nosy listeners, relaxing a bit as he realizes you're too are safe.

"Well... She also prays really well, just like a good girl should."

Your could feel your gaze becoming a little unfocused, your core warming up. "I wanna choke you so bad."

Bucky's face and neck turn a little red. "Jesus, baby. What has gotten into you tonight? Is it all because I dressed up?"

"Maybe. Do you think it's possible for humans do go into heat?"

"Oh. I don't know, are you?"

"Breed me. Breed me. Breed me." You chanted on his ear, and his grip on your hips tightened almost painfully.

"Stop right this second." He hisses. "I do not need this right now. Are you trying to get me hard in public, you little shit?"

"Is it working?"

"You're going to pay for this."

"Are you gonna give me your belt tonight?"

"Y/N-"

"What? Is this too kinky for you? Is the idea of marking my ass with your leather belt too much for your poor brain to handle right now, baby?"

Bucky closes his eyes, fists clenching on his sides. Then, he grabs you by your waist, pulling you to the nearest room he could find.

He swiftly unlocks the door, assessing the small supply closet you two are in. It's not ideal, but it'll be enough. His hand fly to your throat, pressing on it slightly, eyes darkened with desire, his slacks tight and uncomfortable. "Filthy little tease. You enjoy riling me up, don't you? Do you think you'll get away with this little stunt you just pulled, huh?"

His vibranium hand snakes under your dress through the slit on your thigh, his eyes darkening at how soaked your underwear is. "Tsk. Does being a little slut make you wet, baby?"

You whimper, completely overtaken by lust, his digits teasing your clothed clit. "You can try to give me shit for misbehaving, but you love how obsessed I am with you, isn't that right? You crave my attention. You thrive on how needy I can get for you."

Bucky's eyes darken, the beautiful expansion of his blue irises only getting noticed by you by the moonlight reflecting through the small window.

"You're giving me fucking butterflies, Bucky. What the fuck? Wasn't that supposed to stop after we got married?" Your brows furrow, your indignant tone making a little snicker escape him. He hooks his finger on the waistband of your panties, a sharp tug being enough to rip your underwear.

"I didn't vow to bore you 'til death do us part, doll. I'll never stop making you feel this way." He whispered, gaze softening at you. Time seemed to stop as he inched closer to you, lips brushing against your red painted ones. "I fucking love you, you unhinged little thing."

"Love you too, baby." Your eyes close shut, mouth hanging open as he fingers you in the supply closet, swallowing your moans with his tongue, bucking his hips on your hand as you palm him through the straining fabric.

Reaching down, you swiftly undo his slacks, pulling them low enough just to free his twitching cock, guiding the thick head to your entrance.

With how lubricated you are, he only has to spit on his cock and moisten the length with his hand, a low growl leaving his mouth as he sink on your heat, inch by inch.

There's a moment of silence as you two lock eyes, your weeping pussy welcoming him with a tight grip that he swears it makes him harden, if that's even possible.

Your head falls back with the first shallow thrusts, a small gasp leaving your lips. Bucky's gritting his teeth, pulling you up, your legs wrapping around his middle. Then, he slams into you.

You can't even speak, getting your walls bullied repeatedly by your husband's thick cock. "F-fuck! Bucky, ohmygod, wait!"

He smirks, not slowing down a second. "I told you were gonna pay for being a menace tonight. What's the problem, baby? What happened to the slut who told me to breed her just a few minutes ago? Where is she? Huh?" He circles his hips, buried deep inside you, making you see white. He swats your thigh, his voice rough. "Answer me."

A little, humiliating whine escapes you, and he chuckles again.

"See, baby? How I can fuck the brat out of you? How you should think before riling me up? How you can't back up for your little antics?" His vibranium thumb circles your clit, the coolness of it only serving to make you orgasm quicker.

Bucky moans at your walls clamping violently on him, a grip so deliciously tight it makes him wanna pull his own hair. So he tugs hard at your locks instead, exposing your neck for his greedy lips as he comes inside you.

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➶A big misunderstanding | Kate Bishop➴

Pairing: Kate Bishop x reader

Warnings: none

Summary: Since she joined the team, you can’t help but notice how weird Kate acts whenever you’re around…

Part 2

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Walking into the kitchen, I smile at the smell of pancakes that greets me.

“Good morning,” I say cheerfully as I round the corner.

I’m greeted by Sam, Bucky, Natasha and Kate. They’re all standing around the stove where Kate is flipping pancakes.

“Morning,” Bucky greets softly before turning back to the pancakes.

Sam and Nat send me smiles before also turning back to the stove. It’s like they’re dogs, drooling over a bone.

I chuckle softly and approach them, looking over Kate’s shoulder to appreciate the pancakes that are currently cooking in the pan.

“Smells great,” I compliment with an exaggerated inhale which is apparently the wrong thing to do because Kate shrieks in surprise and throws her arms up.

It results in her smacking the spatula into my face and I stumble back with a groan, covering my eye with one hand.

“Jesus!” I exclaim. I slap Sam’s shoulder to get him to stop laughing and send Nat and Bucky a glare to get them to stop smirking.

Kate spins around with wide eyes and lifts her arms as if to touch me before dropping them again. “Oh my God, Y/N! I’m s-so sorry… I didn’t mean to— I swear, I didn’t even realize you came in, I just—“

I raise a hand, effectively cutting her off mid-ramble. “It’s okay, Kate.”

I wince and lower my hand slowly, blinking to test if my eye still hurts. It does but it’s now no more than a dull ache rather than the stabbing pain it was when she actually hit me.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry,” Kate reiterates, her face scrunched up in guilt. She eyes me a moment longer before snapping out of whatever trance she was in and pulls and bag of frozen peas out of the freezer. “Here, take this.”

I laugh softly and take it from her, pressing it against my eye. “Thank you. It wasn’t entirely necessary, but thank you.”

Kate smiles nervously and goes to say something else when Bucky suddenly yelps behind her. “The pancakes!”

I look past Kate to see smoke rising from the pan. Sam and Nat watch in amusement as Kate scrambles to salvage the goods, but in the end she hast to throw out the batch and pour new dough into the pan– Much to Bucky’s dismay.

It’s not long after that the rest of the team comes sauntering into the kitchen. The small table gets set, rather than the big one in the dining room, and everyone starts loading their plates with pancakes and fresh fruit.

“These are great, Kate,” Steve compliments after swallowing his first bite.

The rest of the team murmurs their agreement around mouthfuls of food. Kate smiles bashfully and takes a sip of orange juice.

Cute…

“Yeah, they’re great,” I add with an approving nod which makes Kate’s eyes widen. She almost chokes on her orange juice and I frown, not having anticipated such a reaction.

“You good, kid?” Tony asks, his eyes twinkling mirthfully.

Kate’s eyes dart around the table, widening when they land on me before quickly snapping back to her plate. “Fine… Totally fine,” she chokes out.

I go to say something else, apologize maybe (for what I’m not exactly sure) but then she abruptly stands up and excuses herself from the table.

When she’s gone everyone looks puzzled. Well, almost everyone. Everyone except Nat who smirks at me with a knowing glint in her eyes.

I raise my brows in question, but her smile just widens and she turns back to Bruce to continue their conversation.

The rest of the table also resumes their usual morning chatter which leaves me in stunned silence.

What was all that about?

A week after the spatula incident in the kitchen, Steve stops me in the hallway. I just got back from the gym and am all sweaty and gross, so I only reluctantly agree when he passes me a comms device and asks me to bring it to Kate.

“Hers broke on the last mission,” he explains, “and Tony wants her to have it before we move out later.”

I sigh and make my way to the archery range where I know she is with Clint this time of day. We haven’t seen much of each as of recently and I’m starting to get the feeling it’s because she’s been avoiding me.

I enter quietly and wait for Clint to finish explaining something before approaching. “Hey guys.”

Clint nods and raises a hand in greeting. Kate’s eyes find mine for a second before they drop to roam over my exposed arms and shoulders. Her jaw slackens and I scratch my neck uncomfortably, not being used to this type of scrutiny.

I should have shower and changed before coming here, I think.

Clint watches the two of us with growing amusement before clearing his throat pointedly. “Y/N, what brings you by?”

Kate snaps out of her stare and looks around for a distraction. Her eyes land on the bow rack next to the arrow stand and she moves to put her bow away.

“Steve sent me,” I explain, raising the comms device. “Bruce managed to fix it.”

Clint clicks his tongue. “Right, yes. Tony mentioned it would be ready before we move out.”

I hand him the device before lifting the bottom of my shirt to wipe some sweat off my forehead.

Christ, I’m sweating like a pig…

In that moment there’s a loud crash and my head whips around to find Kate scrambling near the wall, trying to pick up all the bows she must have just knocked over.

I rush over to help her, but she winces when I crouch down next to her. “I’ve got it,” she snaps, her eyes trained on her shaking hands.

I gulp and freeze for a second. “Kate, let me help—“

“No,” she cuts in, snatching a bow from my hands and whispering another, “No.”

I’m just trying to help. Why is she being like this? The rejection that spreads through me is like a punch to the stomach. So she has been avoiding me. Why else would she be acting like this?

Did I do something wrong? I think about all our interactions since she joined the team, but I can’t come up with even a single instance where I might have done her wrong, or pissed her off.

I watch Kate for a second longer, hastily picking up the bows, before getting up. “Fine,” I mumble dejectedly. “Good luck tonight,” I add, referring to her upcoming mission with Clint.

She doesn’t look up or reply, so I back away with a frown.

Clint’s expression mirrors my own when I turn his way and he shrugs when I send him a questioning look.

I sigh and leave with a timid wave, not sparing another glance at Kate.

“Wanda?” I knock on the redhead’s door, waiting for a response. “Can I come in?”

Red wisps appear around the doorknob and the door opens.

I step inside to find Wanda at her desk with her back turned toward me. “Just a second, Y/N,” she says softly, typing away at her computer for a moment longer before turning around with a small smile.

“What can I help you with?” she asks as I close the door behind me.

I sit at the edge of her bed and fidget with my fingers. “You’re a pretty good judge of character, right?”

“I guess so… Why?” she says slowly.

I let out a shaky breath and look up to find her watching me curiously. “Do you think I’m a bad person?” I inquire.

There’s a beat of silence before Wanda gets up and sits next to me on the bed. She’s always been like a sister to me, so I trust her when she rushes to say, “What? No, of course not!”

I chuckle sadly and bite the inside of my cheek.

“Why would you think that?” Wanda pushes, her hand landing on my shoulder.

“I—“ I pause and think of how to phrase what I’m about to say next before delving into everything that has transpired between Kate and I.

It’s a lot and by the end of it I realized how much all of it has been getting to me. I’ve always thought of myself as a forthcoming, friendly person, but Kate’s blatant rejection of my company or care has me doubting all of it.

What’s surprising is that once I’m done talking, there’s a moment of silence before Wanda starts laughing next to me.

I scoff and eye her incredulously. “Hey! What’s so funny? I pour my heart out to you and you laugh?!”

Wanda tries to stifle her laughter by pressing her hand to her lips, but it does nothing to hide the mirth in her eyes.

“Hey!” I exclaim again, getting up, but Wanda grabs my arm and pulls me back down next to her.

“Wait,” she says around a huff of amusement. “I’m not laughing about your pouring your heart out. I’m laughing because you’ve got it all wrong.”

My annoyance quickly turns into curiosity. “Huh?”

Wanda shuffles closer and fixes the rumpled collar of my shirt. She’s such a mom…

“You’re not a bad person, by any stretch, Y/N/N,” she explains, her voice soothing. “And Kate’s not avoiding you because she hates you.” She emphasizes the hate part because those are the exact words I used to describe my relationship with Kate. I open my mouth to object, but Wanda is quicker, adding, “Quite the opposite actually.”

I stare at her, not knowing what to say until a disbelieving laugh bubbles out of me. “What are you talking about, Wanda? Kate doesn’t like me!”

Wanda raises an eyebrow and watches me expectantly as I continue to laugh.

“No! She can’t— She doesn’t—!” I stop myself abruptly when it dawns on me. Maybe what Wanda is insinuating isn’t that far fetched… It would certainly explain why Kate, a usually composed and precise person, turns into a fumbling, stuttering mess every time I’m around.

It would also explain her abrupt departures every time she knocks into me, or drops something around me. She’s not avoiding me because she doesn’t like me, she’s avoiding me because she’s embarrassed.

“Oh my God, Kate likes me,” I whisper and it’s as if Wanda’s words have lifted the fog in my mind that appears every time I think of the young archer.

I can see clearly now how she wasn’t judging me for being sweaty and gross at the range earlier. She was checking me out.

And when she knocked all the bows off the bow rack… It’s because I pulled my shirt up.

I turn to see Wanda beaming at me and as if the realization of Kate’s feelings toward me wasn’t enough already, I suddenly know why it’s hurt me so much that she’s been avoiding me.

She’s funny, and kind, and can be such a dork sometimes, it’s adorable…

Oh shit!

My ears heat up and I quickly look away when Wanda raises an eyebrow. “It is adorable,” she affirms with a smirk and I nod until it registers what she just said.

I freeze, horrified, and stare at her wide-eyed. “Did y-you just read my mind?”

Wanda laughs and raises her hands defensively. “I can’t help it if your thoughts are so loud!”

I groan and jump to my feet. “Wandaaaa!”

Wanda gets up too and grimaces apologetically. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to. I swear.”

I take a deep breath and rub my eyes with the heels of my hands. “Just— You can’t tell anyone about this. Not a single soul, you hear me?”

Wanda grabs my wrists and pulls my hands off my face. “I wouldn’t dare,” she says sincerely before adding, “You’d make a cute couple though.”

“Aargh!” I shove her aside and make my way to the door. I’m pretty sure by now my whole face and neck is as flushed as my ears.

Wanda cackles unapologetically and I roll my eyes, leaving her room without looking back.

Well shit, what do I do now?

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[deepdisireslonging]

A Good Handle on Things

The Reader turns heel, which turns on her boyfriend. Despite not having much time to explore the possibilities, the Reader makes the best of it.

Pairing: Will Ospreay x Reader

Warnings/Promises: public SMUT in a closet, subby!Will, handjob, oral (male receiving), quickie, implied further smut

Word Count: 1215

Note: Happy Easter! This Ospreay guy is starting to grow on me. I haven't thought much about writing for him. Let’s change that, shall we? Happy reading!

To the roar of the crowd, you happily left the arena. Things were going perfectly. Your new gear was a hit. And, more importantly, the crowd despised your heel turn. The cost was high, threatening your relationship with over half of the women’s division. Maybe with the heat, more people would become invested in what you ladies were up to, and Tony Khan would finally agree to more TV time.

You were as much of a success backstage as the crowd hated you out front. After receiving your congratulations for becoming AEW’s most hated woman, you practically skipped to your dressing room.

Where a tall drink of tea was leaning against your door.

“Well done, love. Couldn’t have stabbed my best friend in the back better myself.” Will wrapped your arms around his neck so he could bury his nose into your hair. “No hard feelin’s between us, right? I don’t think I’d survive being your next target.”

“Not that I can think of,” you said with a giggle. Then you leaned into his embrace. And pressed into something promising. “Will, honey. Is there something else hard between us?”

He looked up at the ceiling, innocent as a rotten rosebud. “Maybe-“ he dragged out. “And maybe… I think I like you best as a heel. It’s… it’s something, ta say the least.”

“To the least.” You bit your bottom lip, and started curling your fingers in the short hairs at the base of his neck. “I’m glad you like my new schtick. But, I hate to break it to you,” you reached past him and opened the door into your dressing room, “but we’ve got to hit the road.”

“But-“ He followed you in. Snagging your wrist, he pinned you to the inside of the door. “But I want to see this other side of you. I want to-“ he pressed his lips to your forehead, sliding your wrists over your head, “I want to explore your bad girl side.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’ll have to explore me later. We’ve got a bit of a drive, and then an early morning in just a few hours. Maybe tomorrow night?”

With a pout, he moved out of your space so you could change and toss the last of your things into your suitcase. On your way out, people kept stopping you to have you repeat bits of your promo. Will didn’t seem bothered by it. At least, not irked enough to tell people to buzz off. But he kept shifting his weight. Avoiding your gaze when you’d finish. His hand seemed twitchy when you took it. And he was limping.

“Are you okay?” You guided him and the luggage to one side so you could give him a once over out of the way of the pack-up crew. “Did you pull something in your match? Did the Doc look you over yet?”

He muttered short, flustered things to keep your hands off his ribs. But when he shifted his weight again, his grey sweatpants revealed the problem. “Really, it’s nothing. Nothing I can’t- can’t handle later.”

“Later? You can’t drive with… that.” You had to smile at his antics. It was sweet of him to not push his desire onto you when he was so obviously in need. You looked around. Until you spotted a doorknob. You dragged him towards it, gasping in delight when it turned under your grasp.

Will tried to resist. “But- you said- you said we have an early morning. And we- we could get locked in here.”

“Not the worst thing we’ve done. Besides, there’s always some of the guys that stay late. They’ll see our luggage and know we’re still nearby. Or they’ll call.” You held up your phone, activating the flashlight so that you had a little illumination. It was then that you could see how Will’s chest heaved. How his eyes drank you in. He ran a hand through his hair, mussing it more than before. “I haven’t touched you yet, and you already look like I’ve ravaged you,” you whispered. It was supposed to come out as a laugh, but your own breath was short. And your heart pounded in your ears.

Outside, the packing-up of the show drifted away. At any moment, surely, your phone would start ringing.

“We-“ you licked your lips. “We don’t have much time.”

You tugged at Will’s sweats and brazenly pulled his length into the open. He groaned loudly, making you reach up to slap your other hand over his mouth. He laid his palm over your knuckles, reaching back with his other hand to steady himself against the wall.

The Heel rose up inside you.

“You gonna be quiet for me?” you whispered. Gently giving him a twist, you leaned in to lick at the underside of his jaw. Will’s eyes rolled back and he moaned again. “Gonna be good for me?”

He nodded frantically, thrusting into your grasp.

How many times had he taken you like this? In his dressing room or yours, or in some empty hallway. Shoving his hand down your pants to curl his fingers into your desperate slick while the other one kept you quiet. Now you know why he did it so frequently. It made your breath stutter to see him shake with need. To feel his length pulse in your hand. In the bare gleam of your phone, his eyes fluttered as your tugging and twisting quickened. You pressed your thighs together, rubbing them for a bit of friction that would never be enough. You didn’t care. Will’s grip tightened over your hand on his mouth. His nails bit into your skin.

“Getting close, pretty boy?”

A broken whimper was his reply.

You maneuvered your grip until you could press Will’s hand over his mouth. “Being so good for me. Letting me boss you around. Keep it up. Just a bit longer.” With that, you sank to your knees.

Your lips had barely wrapped around his length before he was throwing his head back. His release filled your mouth, spilling out and dripping onto your shirt. Doing his best to follow your order, he pressed his hand hard over the sounds that tried to escape as he rode out the high.

When he was spent, you tucked him back into his pants. And you tugged at the bottom of his sweatshirt till he let you steal it.

“I’ll change into another shirt when we get the bags to the car.”

His eyes were wild as he tried to catch his breath. Running your fingers over his cheeks and forehead, his flushed skin told you everything you’d ever need to know about whether to try this again or not.

“But-“ he gasped, swallowing hard, “but you?”

“Don’t worry. I’ll get mine later.” You let wickedness overtake the gleam in your eye. “Maybe I can put on a show for you?” He grabbed your wrist, dragging you out of the hall cupboard. The bags tipped over, rolling and sliding across the concrete until he had all of their straps and handles under control. “Well, come on, then. I can’t leave my bad girl waiting. And for the record,” he kissed you hard, pinning you against a trellis, “you can boss me around any time.”

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Masterlist

Other hallway quickies:

Jealous - Smut with Elias

If We Get Caught - Smut with Jimmy Uso

Finish Me - Smut with MJF

Back Hallways - Smut with Roman Reigns

Our Princess - Bobby Fish x Reader x Kyle O’Reilly

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Disconnected

Summary: When a seemingly simple mission takes a turn for the worse, you’re left to your own devices to figure out how to survive. Natasha Romanoff x Reader WC: 2,106 Warnings: Stabbing, plane hijacking, weapons, combat, not proofread

DISCONNECTED

The tall black entrance gate opened slowly, revealing the large airfield behind it’s hidden veil. You drive the company car onto the concrete, following the road to a nearby parking lot. The nerves in your stomach have mostly subsided as you prepare to carry out today’s mission.

The Avengers had tasked you with a specific assignment, pairing you up with a few SHIELD agents that would fly you to your target. It was a simple enough task—fly in, steal intel, fly back—the clear plan easing any ounce of nerves you once had.

With the car in park, you grab your bag and head out onto the vast plain of concrete. The constant whirring of planes fills the air, noisy engines and warm jet air keeping you awake. A smiling brown-haired agent with a SHIELD emblem approaches with an outstretched hand.

“Hey, I’m Agent Charles, I’ll be a part of the crew flying you out today.” He introduces as you shake his hand. Eventually, he guides you to the sleek jet you’re assigned to. One other agent is already on board, tapping away at various control panels up front.

You smile and greet them with a nod as you put your bag down, making yourself comfortable in one of the plush leather seats. While waiting for takeoff, you take the time to prepare for the journey ahead. The first thing you do is take out the special earpiece from your bag, the communication device Tony has for each Avenger.

“Welcome back, how’s the plane?” The sound of Natasha’s voice fills the comms device as you fit in into your ear. She made sure to assign you one of Tony’s most extravagant jets to ensure your comfort.

“More than perfect, I never doubted you for a second,” You quip, grinning to yourself as you lean back in the chair. The comms line remains silent as the jet begins to ascend, the SHIELD agents up front manning the plane.

You continue to study the screens on the interior of the jet, keeping your mission plan at bay while the flight commences. The steady feeling of the engine working mixed with the dimmed overhead lights makes you slightly tired, soon coaxing you to close your eyes.

You’re not sure how long you’ve been sleeping for, but the sound of someone speaking makes you blink your eyes open. None of the agents are talking, only preoccupied with flying the plane. You press on your earpiece, now realizing one of the Avengers was probably giving an update.

“Sorry, I fell asleep. What was that?” You ask. The only response is a light static, leaving you slightly confused.

“Get out-“ The words cut in and out of the grainy audio, no real message getting through to you. You furrow your brows at the noise, a little unsure why the connection was bad. Maybe there was a rough patch of service through here, or you were just really high up in the air. Either way, usually Tony’s inventions were foolproof.

Shaking the concern from your head, you turn your attention to the agents manning the plane. “Hey, my earpiece stopped working,” You tell them in hopes they know how to fix it. One of the agents nods.

“We’re going over a dead zone, it should be working again soon.” He smiles before turning back to the control panel. You nod, leaning back in your seat. Just a few more hours until landing.

You look out the window, seeing the large landscape below you. Wait, the landscape? You scrunch your face in confusion. The journey is supposed to take at least another two hours, how could you possibly be this close to the ground already?

Still skeptical about your current view, you try the comms device again. “Anyone there?” No response. Just the soft static that remains consistent. Weird. Left to your own devices now, it looks like you’d have to take it up with the SHIELD agents.

“Why are we descending? I thought this trip would take at least a couple more hours.” You voice while gesturing to the window. Agent Charles smiles kindly, turning to face you.

“We’re stopping at a different base for supplies first,” He explains. You only nod, a little confused as to why no one mentioned this surprise stop. Gazing back out to the approaching land below, you see nothing but fields. Wherever this was, it was barren.

Now the nerves decide to kick back in, your stomach churning as your hesitance grows. You pull out the tablet from your bag, tapping around a few applications to try and make contact with the Avengers. If the comms don’t work, the tablet always does.

But as you hit send on a message, you’re only met with an error window. Shit. Something’s up, your technology never malfunctions like this. Why would there be two unusable devices and an unplanned stop on a jet full of people you’ve never met before?

Attempting to log into the database, you find the connection holds, letting you access files at the very least. Out of curiosity you tap open the SHIELD directory, locating the roster of all contracted agents. It wouldn’t hurt to double check Charles, right?

The program takes a second to load after you type in Charles, eventually one file laying out before you on the screen. Agent Charles, a blonde-haired man with a stern looking face. He looks nothing like the Charles standing just a few yards away.

The dreadful realization hits you as you notice the singular building below come into view. Whoever these agents are, they aren’t from SHIELD. They’re imposters here to hijack the flight. 

You take a deep breath, inconspicuously putting away your tablet and sliding the concealed knife out of your bag. You hide it under the waistline of your pants when you’re sure no one is looking in preparation for whatever chaos is about to ensue.

If the plane touches the ground, you’ll have no choice but to comply with whatever these criminals want. As long as you’re still on the plane, there’s a chance at survival. Standing up, you slowly walk over to the control area, standing behind the agents piloting.

“I just received word from home base, we need to turn around due to enemy threats.” You lie as Charles turns to face you. Were they responsible for cutting the connection?

“Oh, no—it’s alright. We’ve got all the communications handled here. If we stop at this base we’ll be safe to continue after a while.” He responds with a soft demeanor. He was either playing into your lie, or covering his own. Either way, you weren’t going to wait to find out what was at that base.

“I’m sorry, I think you misunderstood me. Turn this plane around. I’m the lead on this mission here, I call the shots.” You insist, deep down knowing your words won’t mean much at this point. A part of you just wanted them to confess their true intent so you wouldn’t feel as bad for what was about to happen.

“I’m sorry, this is no longer your mission. Just relax, we’ll be landing shortly.” Charles coaxes as his incandescent stare nearly burns a hole through you. If it wasn’t already obvious, his intense expression would give his plan away. Regardless, it was enough for you to take action.

You slowly turn, finding the knife between your waistband as your back faces the cockpit, “Alright then, if you say so.” You breathe nonchalantly. Now gripping the handle of the knife, you turn abruptly, jabbing it into the closest agent.

An agonizing yelp emerges from the now lifeless body, your aim impeccable as you pull the knife out from his chest. Turning to face the last enemy, you feel a tight grasp on your offending wrist. Charles on the defensive holds your arm tightly before you get the chance to strike again.

The plane lurches as he stands to push you back, his forceful action causing you to drop the knife. Hand to hand combat it is, you decide as your arm returns to your side. The jet begins to pitch, causing you to stumble back as the un-manned flight charts off its course.

Charles gets the upper hand, landing a powerful punch to your stomach. You expel all your air, heaving as he tries to throw yet another blow. But you’re better than that, and quickly counter his attack with a domineering punch to the neck.

He’s left in a worse state than you, gasping for air as you strike once more with a punch to the head. He staggers back, hitting the back of his head on the wall and falling unconscious. That was close, you sigh in relief.

You quickly realize you aren’t in the clear yet as the plane veers almost vertically. You have to act fast if you don’t want to crash into the field. Jumping into the pilot's seat, you pull up on the steering wheel.

You don’t know too much about planes, but it’s enough to keep you from crashing for now. A breath of relief washes over you, but a new problem poses: getting yourself back home. In an attempt to figure out how to land safely, you wrack your brain for the long and boring lesson Tony gave you on his super technologically advanced planes. Autopilot… blue button… left side…

“Aha!” You exclaim to yourself as you find the blue button labeled autopilot on the confusing panel of controls. After setting the jet to fly back in the opposite direction, you press the button down and successfully keep the plane flying on its own.

You know that eventually you’ll need help to find exactly where the home base airfield is, so you now task yourself with finding the communications controls. Assuming the enemy agents cut all connections purposefully, there has to be a way to reinstate them.

Now standing by the screens lining the jet’s interior, you tap around the controls. Through the channel control hub, into the connection port, the reason behind your faulty technology is clear.

Audio Connection HOME BASE to HEADSET A: OFF

Wireless Connection HOME BASE to TABLET 8: OFF

You quickly switch both back on, pressing your earpiece to hear for any changes in the soft static as the connection light on the screen turns green. “Hello? Anyone there?” You speak into the air. Crackling fills the line, making you wince as the sharp noise takes over your hearing.

“…not SHIELD! Terminate the mission!” Voices cry out. The air fills your lungs again as you hear your friends voices, any remaining fear immediately soothed.

“I’ve eliminated the imposters, that was crazy.” You announce, the clamoring of warnings on the other end of the comms dying down.

“Thank goodness you’re safe, we tried to tell you but assumed they cut the connection.” Natasha’s familiar concerned voice tells you.

“Now how do I fly this thing back to base?” You ask while turning back to the large control panel. Everything on it is foreign to you, but with a bit of guidance from the Avengers, anything is possible.

After a thankfully uneventful return flight, the airfield you originally left from comes into view. The landing is smooth with the help of Tony and Nat over the communication device, leaving you worry-free after a previous stressful close call.

The black concrete is littered with security vehicles as you touch down, the aircraft soon being surrounded by real SHIELD agents with their guns at the ready. You tap a few buttons and turn off the engine, soon letting the side doors raise open.

A flood of agents enter, their attention quickly turning from you to the two unconscious imposters on the floor. You grab your bag and make haste to exit, not wanting to see the aftermath of whatever would happen to the pair.

You’re more than grateful to see a group of proud-looking superheroes when you step onto the solid ground. It feels good to finally be back on solid land, but even better to be back with the team who made sure you made it home safe.

“You had us worried there,” Natasha smirks as she opens her arms for a hug. You drop your bag on the ground as you approach.

“I can hold my own,” You comment before accepting her embrace, a matching smirk appearing on your expression as you eventually pull away from the hug.

Nat places her arm over your shoulder to guide you towards a black SUV, winking as she speaks. “I never doubted you for a second.”

[sosa2imagines]

My drunk boyfriends

"OH MY ODIN!!"

Let's just say hiding asgardian mead in empty juice bottles inside the kitchen was not a good idea but Thor thought differently. So when the poor innocent super soldiers were thirsty without thinking much just took each bottle and drank it all.

You weren't sure what it was when you heard noises in the kitchen maybe someone is hungry, maybe someone is cleaning or maybe Thor is searching for poptarts literally anything. But this was something else. There were snacks all over the place. Bags of chips and candy littering every inch of the counter tops along with the two massive super soldiers sitting on top of the kitchen island giggling like kids with their hands in the cookie jar.

"Bucky Bucky" Steve sang to himself while stuffing a chocolate chip one into his mouth "Yes Stevie" Bucky sang taking one for himself "Eating cookie?" "No Stevie" "Telling lies" "No Stevie." "Open your mouth" "Ha! Ha!" "What are you two doing?" Your voice broke them away from their nursery rhyme staring at your boyfriends both of them trying to hide the jar behind their backs. "Nothing Y/n" Steve gave you a dopey grin his baby blue eyes twinkling, snickering at his boyfriend attempting to stab a juice box with the straw. "Too hard!!" Bucky whined, sticking his tongue out in concentration trying to get his straw in to no avail looking back up to you for help. He gave you his most innocent puppy pout sticking his hands out for you to take his juice. Trying to hide your smile you helped him pushing the straw in and giving it back to him, shaking your head at the grin he gave you.  "you like herrrrrr" Steve howled making Bucky blushed, peeking at you through his lashes. "BUCKY HAS A CRUSH" Steve started to shout making you laugh. "She's my girlfriend" Bucky giggled at the last word, Steve's eyes lit up, a classic plan began to manifest now he was struggling with a juice box and gave it to you with puppy eyes you roll your eyes and helped him this time Bucky teased him "You like herrr" Steve blushed but unlike Bucky he didn't say your are his girlfriend in fact he asked you "Will you be my girlfriend?"  Trying hard not to laugh you told him "We've been dating for 2 years you dork" you watched his cheeks redden more, which only made him more adorable and he started to giggle "I have a girlfriend" and suddenly he gasped "I have a girlfriend and a boyfriend how cool is that?" Bucky's eye widen "I have a boyfriend and girlfriend too, Steve leave your boyfriend become my boyfriend"  "Bucky leave your boyfriend I will become your boyfriend" "Okay" "You dorks you both are already dating each other and me too!" you quickly told them before they can repeat the rant again. Both of them high fived each other going back to their snacks.  Suddenly Steve had another idea and whispered something in Bucky's ear. "Come on Buck" he gets off the counter. "Where are you going?" Steve shrugged but you gave him a pointed look while Bucky raised his hands, hoping to silently communicate. "Sit down finish your snacks and go to bed" you felt like you were talking to toddlers. "We wanna fly in Tony's suit!" Bucky demanded. "I can't believe I'm saying this" pinching the bridge of your nose "NO you can't just go take Tony's suit and go flying, now finish your juice boxes and go to bed" "NOOOO" Steve cried jumping onto Bucky, wrapping his long legs around his waist, holding onto him like a massive teddy bear giving you his best puppy eyes matching his equally ridiculous boyfriend. "WE DON'T WANNA GO TO BED" both said in unison with teary eyes. "Loves" "Please" Bucky pouted effortlessly holding the captain up while you mentally face palm yourself. "No! you cannot go flying! You'll end up hurting yourself " you gasped as Steve and Bucky had stopped listening to you they were back to eating more cookies. "Soft" Steve whispered giving Bucky's ass a poke, making him yelp. Bucky stared at him like a deer in headlights while Steve cackled to himself, tossing back another cookie into his mouth.

You were to engrossed at the scene in front of you to notice Tony walk in, his face equally perplexed at yours. "What in god's name?" Tony stared at the chaos that was taking place with you in the middle "Thor Odinson" you smiled while Tony cocked an eyebrow, waiting for you to elaborate "Guess Thor left some of his mead in the juice bottles" "Who would've thought this would be their downfall" he mused beside you suddenly your eyes widen with shock "Oh I think clothes are coming" you warned Tony but Steve's shirt flew right on his head, eyes growing wide when a pair of jeans followed. "I'm hot!!" Steve said "also I'm sleepy now" He yawned, "Okay, someone call an end to this" Tony covered his eyes while talking to you, hoping to get Steve into some clothes before hauling him back to your shared bedroom. "Y/n, I'm assuming terminator is behaving?" "Yeah, I" even before you can finish you were met with your boyfriend's Henley followed by his joggers landing on your head and you squealed when you found yourself hanging off his shoulder seconds later. Steve quickly stood next to him holding your hands and you looked at Tony for some help in the awkward position you're at the moment only for him to shake his head before falling down when his foot got wrapped in one of the jeans on the floor. "Buck, where are we going?!" He mumbled something while making his way to the elevator in just his boxer briefs. "Oh good idea" Steve murmured seemingly heard what Bucky mumbled. "Nap time" they mumbled sleepily, taking you to the bedroom and plopping down on top of you, using your chest and stomach as a pillow. "Cuddles" both said in unison "Mhm...then you both get cuddles baby boys" you giggled, caressing your fingers through their hair, unable to stop smiling from how ridiculously adorable they both are.

"Lets get married tomorrow" Steve suddenly said making you wide your eyes and Bucky looked like he was thinking about something "yes we can go to narnia" making you laugh even though they are drunk you know they are talking truthfully you three love each other alot, often in between the topic of marriage was mentioned and you all were on the same page and had decided when the time is right you will get married so you went back to playing with their hair and they let out a content sigh, softly snoring moments later. You bit you lip to keep your laughs down hearing the commotion outside your room in the hallway as Tony was complaining about who is going clean the mess.

[ohanny]

my least delusional take on how kim and kenta might happen in season 2

so call me delusional but i don’t think the prison trio works for tony. first of all, kenta pretty much murdered him and i don’t think tony is the kind of man to forgive that? one could argue he could use it to guilt kenta but like… there are way more risk-free options not inside a prison for stabbing you. winner was a henchman of opportunity and selfish benefit and just looks like the sort to hold a bitter grudge forever. and dean? dean was caught up in the mess at his weakest point and going through the consequences of his own actions. also i want all three of them to move forward and not back.

but obviously they are working for someone - i see them as being rather reluctantly allied with the common goal of getting and, most importantly, staying out of prison. and this is where i want kim to stumble in on their little operation and actually agree with their mission which leads to him teaming up with them. like maybe the trio is trying to figure out what's going on with tony or way or the rest of the child/organ trafficking ring and maybe it's something the x-hunter team has dismissed or doesn't want to dig into but please. since when has st. kimberly of justice have been able to walk away once he catches the scent of something rotten in the state of denmark? never.

winner and dean have a thing against kenta - winner because he's a bitch and dean because kenta ruined his life - and kim sure as shit isn't going to be on winner’s side: so the circumstances make him partner up with kenta by default. together they get shit done and keep the rest of their little gang of misfits in check.

kenta is a bit feral and unstable and kim is very no nonsense about his “you want to figure out who you are and how to be a better person? fucking act like it” opinions. like give me kim being bossy and righteous and kenta wanting to strangle him because he can't deal with someone trying to control and micromanage his every move again. give me kenta lashing out and kim looking at him all “with all due respect - which is none - you can't pull this shit in a civilized society.” give me kenta trying his best to function, having his own rituals and behaviours - some of them very maladjusted and plain sad - and kim, witnessing it from close range, thinking “holy shit that's messed up.”

(kim snaps and gets into kenta’s face and kenta flinches before shaking it off and striking back. kenta is possessive and stupid aggressive about the most mundane things - like his cigarettes, clothes or food - and kim finds it infuriating until he realizes they're the first and only things kenta’s been allowed to actually own. kenta gets banged up in the process of them doing something and kim barks at him to “sit the hell down and let me look at it” and kenta responds with a blank-faced “why?”)

kim might not start out liking kenta, that'll come later and almost by accident, but he pities the man and doesn't think anyone deserves to like that way. and they don't even need to explicitly end up together but give me and ending where it's hinted at as the natural next step now that they've grown genuinely fond of each other.

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bonus:

kim: hey, i don't like the guy either but we’re on the same side this time

alan: you sure about that?

kim: yeah, he wants nothing to do with tony.

alan: not what i meant but good to know

[phoenix-before-the-flame]

You have awakened a hyperfixation that has been long dormant. It requires Natsu headcannons for nutrition (please, and thank you very much kind person)

Ah but of course. Would I even be Phoenix if I couldn't even oblige a comrade with Natsu headcanons

Always has something flammable on him. Packs of matches, lighters in his pockets, sparklers in his bags, etc. He's always gotta have something on him for snacking purposes when he's traveling. This also, incidentally, is a reason why no one likes having him near their kitchens because they know he's gonna swipe their matches/lighters.

Doesn't like reading much despite how much he loves stories. He gets why other people like it but it's just not for him. There's just not enough in there to catch his whole attention. He'd much rather listen to someone narrating a story to him than try to force himself to read it. This is the basis of how Natsu and Levy started hanging out as kids, she'd read some of her books aloud and he was her most avid listener.

Is unintentionally snobby towards other fire wizards. He's not even doing it on purpose! It's just if you use fire magic within his vicinity he will judge the quality of the flames, heat intensity, overall control, etc. It's even worse if he eats it and doesn't like it.

A lot more reliant on his senses compared to the other slayers, especially his sense of smell. Every new thing he encounters has to pass a sniff test first. He does this with people too but tries to not let it be too obvious (kept gettin too many complaints but he doesn't always remember). Flip side though is that he can get easily overwhelmed by smells that are too strong :(

Adrenaline junkie. Much to the annoyance of his friends. If he doesn't do anything that'll guarantee him a head rush he'll explode.

Absolutely despises anything touching his neck that isn't his scarf. He hates anything that touches his neck (and by proxy, the scar on it). It is an absolute no no zone for for anyone or anything to touch.

People fucking hate fighting him because he is all over the damn place. He's slippery, he keeps dropping to all fours like some freak. Can't let him get too close cause he bit someone a few minutes and they dunno if he's willing to sink his teeth into another person. Plus there's something in his eyes that makes people uncomfortable cause no one should look that excited while bleeding and fending off a hoard of bad guys.(In a normal sanctioned fight like GMG or something official he will not bite, he can hold back for that. Outside fights he's playing by his own rules though)

Started his collection of souvenirs from each mission as a way to tell Igneel about everything he's done over the year while he was gone. Stopped a lil bit after Igneel's passing but picked it back up again down the line. Maybe not as meticulous about it as before but it's a hobby he still keeps up.

Ambidextrous but favours his right for a lot of things. Still doesn't get why it's a big deal to people that he is tbh.

He could literally watch Happy stab someone but would still defend Happy without question and with his last breath. 'Oh? My lil buddy stabbed you? Well what'd you do to piss him off huh? He wouldn't do that just cause. Obviously you did something that made him defend himself! What were you tryna do to him huh?!' It's why Happy's so smug, he knows he can get away with almost anything cause of Natsu.

Had severe Tony Hawk syndrome before GMG and his face got known enough for people to finally be able to put a face with his nickname 'Salamander', which honestly he kinda misses. Sure free stuff is nice, and meeting new people but he could do without people always hounding him sometimes :/

Does not know how to tie shoelaces and never will. You can't make him.

[pharawee]

Just some random thoughts on yesterday's Pit Babe 2 announcement because I keep seeing some theories floating around (really interesting theories, mind you!) on how Way and Tony could or couldn't still be alive and...

Apart from the fact that this is Thai drama and they don't really need a reason to still be alive beyond the fact that (much like Emperor Palpatine) somehow they've returned, the show itself has also given us plenty of possible canon reasons for what could have happened if we take the announcement trailer at face value:

That drug Babe's father used on Charlie could also have been used on Way.

Everyone was far too upset and distracted to check if Way was really dead. They didn't even administer first aid. For all we know Way could have felt like going for a walk five minutes after everyone left.

Fancy enigma powers (it's over for all of us if he ever learns to do mass-hypnosis).

Way has returned as Way the White.

As for Tony, he's rich and evil and eternally scheming so he totally could have planned for this. I could even see him using Kenta as part of his contigency plan - and playing dead is the perfect sleight of hand. If you want to get really dark, I don't think Kenta would have been in any position to refuse if Tony had roped him into at least somewhat taking the fall for him (granted, he did look surprised by whoever got them all out of prison but it could have been surprise at Tony actually returning for him). It would even add to that penultimate scene of him accepting his role as Tony's dog. One very satisfying stabbing indident doesn't really change the fact that, dead or alive, Tony will always have some degree of influence over him - especially if there's no one left to give him guidance (and Lord knows Dean and Winner can't even find their way out of a clown car).

Besides, neither Pete nor X-Hunter (seemingly) standing up for him (and that after they all gave him so much encouragement in season 1) and leaving him to rot in prison with Winner and Dean (I'm kind of taking that personally) actually somewhat confirms his skewed worldview of Tony being an inescapable reality.

And much like Kenta himself, I'm also still not over PeteKenta so I wonder how and if that will factor into everything - especially since with Way (presumably) still alive Pete again has the choice between two poor little meow-meows who are (un?)willingly trapped on the wrong side of things. Because he will try to save them both. It's just who he is (but yes, I'm also here for PeteWay so I don't mind either way; all I know is that the angst will be delicious).

I'm also just really excited for the baddie squad in general. We have Dean who's pragmatic and ambitious (and looking really good while doing his evil little thing), Winner who's making squeaky clown shoe noises wherever he goes (I know this and I love him) and Kenta who's tragically stuck with both of them. Those are some A+++ dynamics and I already love this team-up so much. I'd watch a whole series with just these three.

Then there's the possibility of the whole announcement trailer being one big sleight of hand and maybe KentaDeanWinner (don't mind if I do) aren't evil at all but more of a Suicide Squad kind of thing (again, would watch). They could be working for Pete (and the thought of Pete possibly having read Winner's mind and still deciding to hire him is incredibly funny to me).

Anyway, I want everyone to be still alive because imagine the shenanigans! The absolute high jinks! The angst! The possibilities are endless!!

[le-trash-prince]

For lack of better things to do with my life, I’ve been staring at various frames of Jeff’s visions, trying to figure out what is going on/who ppl are in some of the shots, and I figured I'd post about it in case anyone wanted to discuss or guess with me

cut for heavy speculation. No actual spoilers plz, this is just based off of onscreen information, stuff that's already aired (any conclusions I can draw based off outfits in bts footage have been excluded)

okay so in Jeff’s last vision after leaving Tony’s place, we see Kenta attacking someone with a knife

This person has a ring on their right hand, so at first I assumed it would be Tony, and who wouldn’t WANT it to be Tony, right?

Except Tony wears a ring on the first finger of his right hand, and this person has it on the third finger. So… not Tony, unless there’s costuming inconsistencies going on.

So who wears a ring on that finger? *cue sinking feeling in my stomach*

Pete wears a ring on that finger. Which makes it highly possible that this is Pete who Kenta is attacking, which means I could very well get my heart torn to shreds with some friends/maybe-lovers to enemies tragic shit. *stares at the wall*

With Kenta seemingly targeting Pete in the upcoming ep, maybe we’ll see this scene on Friday, maybe not. Whatever happens, if it is Pete, I hope it fucking wrecks me.

Thoughts on this??? The only other person I've noticed with rings is Dean, but he's got two rings on two fingers, and also I don't see why or how Kenta would be attacking Dean.

This is possibly the same fight scene, possibly not (maybe Kenta just goes stab happy idk), but anyways this person has a dark long-sleeved shirt and a dark jacket on top of that, which matches with what we've seen Pete wear.

I'm open to the possibility that it could be literally anyone and also that it's potentially not as it seems, since the vision of Charlie's death was obviously not Charlie actually dying.

Also, there’s another person in Jeff’s vision that I’m like? Who the fuck is this...

Random journalist/paparazzi? Jeff’s spy? A spy of Tony’s? Like literally who are you sir???

And one last mystery person is this, who I am once again assuming to be Tony (PLEASE let this one be Tony for the love of god). We've seen Tony in some brown suits, although the only one I've gotten a clear view of has different buttons than this. He's also the only one we've seen in suits like this at all, so I think it's at least intended for us to assume it's Tony, right? But again, it could be misdirection. But please someone stab Tony, FOR ME THANKS.

Anyways, that's all I've got. Teasers and such like this are often misleading, and we have literally zero context for these shots, but I think it's fun to do the guesswork. First watchthroughs are really the only time we get to speculate, after all.

[tonibeltran]

x. status -> closed for @scarlettrxse (for task #004) x. location -> o'shea's

Antonio doesn’t usually spend his time ducking in O’Shea’s, but then again, he doesn’t usually almost get stabbed by a wayward dart, either. He’s on his way to a corner booth with his beer in hand when it manifests near the tip of his nose, gliding its way past him by a hair. “Jesus,” he watches as it bounces off the wall unceremoniously and topples to the ground, no longer a threat. With caution, he sets his beer down on the nearest high-top to him and walks over to retrieve the dart, turning to look at the source of its deviation. Standing there, looking guilty and apologetic, is a young girl with red hair, clearly playing either her very first game of darts, or a very drunk game of it. Either way, it’s dangerous, and Antonio approaches her with a raised eyebrow and a small, amused smile. 

“There are easier ways to kill a stranger, you know,” he tells her, holding the dart back out toward her. She looks young, maybe not yet thirty, but there’s a fire to her eyes that almost ages her by a couple of years. When Antonio glances back to the dart board, he notes a picture of a strange man pinned to it — he’s got a big smile and impressive arms, but he doesn’t look like anyone Toni might know. In fact, it looks like a picture taken from some poor fucker’s Instagram. He looks back at the girl, slightly more alarmed, pointing at the board. “I didn’t mean that literally. You shouldn’t go around killing people.”

[nixontumbler]

hey guys! I’m going for another ramble about fnaf so it’s probably just gonna be me switching topics? This will mainly be a GGY/Patient 46 ramble or beliefs

Or just me trying to cover Gregory’s possible backstories

So you know how Gregory is patient 46. And he leads his therapists to the pizzaplex(as it says in GGY tales from the pizzaplex.) to kill them?

I was thinking about how would he even kill them? I mean he’s short. And a child. I’m not saying he’s weak but what would you do if you see a kid walking around with a knife. (Wouldn’t be the best  disguise after-all. Him being a kid just makes the disguise perfect.) Maybe he used Vanny’s method or something?

I’m talking about this scene right here. Where she says “dissemble freddy.” And as in the ending where Gregory dissembles Vanny, we know it can harm humans too. Plus, one of the four therapists mentions how one of Gregory’s councilors was found dead.

She mentioned that the body was messed up by machinery, as we see later on in that scene, Vanny gets torn apart by the janitor robots

Since he is a hacker AND a child, it kinda makes sense. I mean, being a child and stabbing a lady with a knife? She would probably have time to run away before i could even stab her again. Plus, in the book he uses an play pass that was hacked into a security pass or something. That’s how he was even able to get in to drag those therapists to their death.

Also, Tony mentions Freddy’s strange behavior in the book. I was thinking about how Freddy wasn’t affected by the virus. Maybe it’s because he was programmed to protect Gregory from any people who might be onto him?

There’s also the part of how Gregory broke out of control (Many people believe it’s the balloon boy game.)

I also thought about why the virus needs gregory anyways? Maybe it’s because he has a resemblance to C.C Afton. Hence the “Let me bring you back to your family” Chica quote?

Also, in the therapists tapes, one of the therapists mentions and inkblot test and gregory takes it. It talks about how it reminds him of a mask.

And the therapists mentions a disguise, and how he likes the idea of running around and being invisible. Which is true, no one would suspect a child murderer. (I was in denial when he was revealed as patient 46.)

There’s also the tape where another therapist mentions Gregory’s childhood. So we know he MIGHT be an orphan but, the therapist did mention him having a good childhood that Greg lied about.

There’s also the fact that he PROBABLY erased his parent records(got this part where Vanessa mentions him) And how (we know he has been to the pizzaplex before but Freddy doesn’t recognize Gregory in the guest list.)

And here’s Vanessa talking about the records

His backstory and background is interesting to me, is he an orphan? Or did that virus made him kill his parents? I find it weird.

There’s also the fact where in the story that “Rab” changed is, “GGY was the wizard’s favorite apprentice” It makes me wonder, did the virus get overprotective or something ☠️ and made him kill his parents?

where i found the line from (Tales from the Pizzaplex: The Boddiedots Conclusion Pg. 64)

It also mentions him having control over the animatronics too. (More proof of my fact of him using the animatronics instead of doing the killing himself.)

Then there’s also the part where Tony explains how “Rab” looked like a child. His shortness helped with that too(No fr he was twelve how short is he ☠️) Most of the girls thought he looked cute due to his appearance. (They mean he looks adorable)

Which this is something i find funny since apparently “Ggy” takes two year in the past before the whole Security breach? (Which makes him 14? SHORT☠️‼️) STILL NOT SURE IF THIS IS TRUE BTW..

And there’s also the fact that when Cassie gets killed by freddy, the way how she dies is getting shoved into his stomach hatch(LITERALLY HOW SHORT IS HE)

I also believe he doesn’t remember anything? He just has the natural instinct to run from Vanny/Vanessa. And he also struggles to remember his name.

Then there’s that instinct of not trusting Vanessa since he just knows something is up with her

Other then that, that’s basically all I have for today I would love to explain more but, i’m tired💪

But my main idea on who he us is that maybe the glitch trap virus saw C.C in him? And decided “This is my son now because im grieving my family. ☠️” And then made the boy orphaned and decided “mm yes my favorite disguise”

Have a good day yall😭

[justkending]

Found Memories. Chapter 1.

Finding Memories Sequel: (I advise you to read the 1st series for context).

Series Summary: Following the aftermath of Finding Memories, Bucky tries to complete goals he feels she would have discovered for herself as a way to let her memory live on. However, he never expected to find someone very close to who he believed she would have been if given the chance of normalcy. A journey of mourning someone he lost, turned into a journey of discovering someone new, happens upon the soldier. Maybe this whole normal thing isn’t as bad as he had pictured it in his mind. Maybe he had a better shot at it than he ever tried to imagine.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader insert

Chapter Word Count: 4000+

A/N (PLEASE READ): So I may or may not have gone back on my deal to not post until I finished writing it all, but I'm 15 chapters in, and though I have a ton more to write, I wanted to drop the first chapter for my Finding Memories people to have some closure, and also to see where Bucky's story plans to lead.

This series is told through 1st person unlike a lot of my others, but I realize I like this style a lot more. So all this is from Bucky's perspective in this chapter. I also understand this may seem a little confusing with this being a reader insert for both these stories, so using Y/N will make it harder to tell the difference between the characters. I’ll be calling our previous Y/N from the Finding Memories series, Sloan, just to avoid confusion. But please don’t let that take away from any of the personal aspects of the story. This is just a continued story of Bucky finding happiness after the ending of Finding Memories. (Just think of it as him falling for you 2x ;) There is a note at the bottom after reading so please read that when you finish!

Last note! For each chapter, I am connecting a song from the playlist our last reader left and Bucky took on his own. The song will play off the vibes of each chapter. You don't have to listen if you don't want to, but it is here as a little piece of Bucky's theme (sometimes thought processes and feelings) in each chapter. Enjoy!

Playlist song: At Last by: Etta James

Chapter 1: 

4 years and 364 days had gone by since her passing.

Almost 5 years, 2 weeks, and 4 days since I had rescued her.

I think the reason it stuck with me was that this was one of those missions that carrying on like normal afterwards, wasn’t really an option.

When you lose someone on the field, whether you know them or not, a piece of you is saddened that someone lost their life. Normal. Human. Emotions. 

However, you feel depressed and emotionally stuck when it’s someone you had become familiar with and plan to continue to grow familiar with. 

It hurt even more when it was someone who deserved to go far in life and learn so many things about themselves in a healthy and safe environment. It was a stab to the heart to know she never saw that for herself and had made a decision no one should be put in the position to make. 

But it happened. In the very likely chance someone was to find her and use her for her powers again, she erased all possibilities of it getting into the wrong hands. And with it erased all chances to experience the good in the world as well.

After she died, Bruce and Tony tested her blood to find what the other mutation was even if I knew for the most part. 

We didn’t have much time to understand it, or for her to really explain all the pieces that came with her enhancements that she seemed to remember the day before her ultimate fate. But from what she had passed onto me in the last moments of her life, I feel like I had some kind of grasp of it. 

Her hand over my heart seconds before her powers consumed her was more than just a sentimental goodbye. She shared within that touch her fears, her intentions, her understandings, and the peace she found in her decision. 

It was something I could never explain in words to someone else, but it was a feeling that made me understand why it all had to come to the end that it did. 

She had told me the night before, that her powers were created from the cosmos, and it was a power that could bring an end to society and the world we try so hard to keep afloat in what feels like constant choppy waters. 

She didn’t have to go into too much depth about what all that meant, but it would soon be proven within hours of explaining to me that we would not get the end we hoped for. 

I can’t lie and say I never expected things to take the turns they did. I live the life I have constantly considering the worst-case scenarios, and her death was always one of those scenarios as soon as we saved her in that hidden terrorist facility.

Bruce and Tony confirmed that her gifts were something that could be world-ending and quickly incinerated her blood so that no one could get ahold of that kind of power down the line. 

The wishes she made on her deathbed were met and I was trying to meet all the other ones she had made and never got the chance to do herself. 

It took me a while to go into her room and start to clean out the few personal items she had slowly gathered in the short time she was there, but really there wasn’t much to clean. 

She had a few plants. I took one and Wanda took the other. Her clothes were either taken by Wanda or Nat and the rest were donated. 

She had some books that had been gifted to her about random things she had found interest in while trying to find herself. A cookbook, a book on herbs and plants she used to read to put a name to the plants on the compound during her walks, and some history books Parker was kind enough to loan her so she could catch up with the world around her. 

The only other thing of significance I found, and didn’t realize was something she kept, was a journal. It was in the nightstand drawer, but it had been hidden under all the other books she had collected. 

Inside, it was a list of notes she made about those she had become close with. 

1. Wanda is from Sokovia and she had a brother named Pietro whom she misses dearly.  2. Nat had a sister that’s on missions across seas and sees her every other month, but they keep in contact when able.  3. Bruce has 7 PhDs but has test anxiety.  4. Tony blast rock music that can be heard 3 levels above. (check songs to see if they spark anything…) 5. Bucky acts like Sam annoys him, but I secretly think they’re just as good of friends as he and Steve are. 6. Steve and Bucky grew up together and from what Nat said, “One looks for trouble the other follows cause he still sees Steve as a 90lb Brooklyn kid.” 7. Sam is from Louisanna and mentioned making a shrimp boil… (Still need to look that up...) 8. Bucky likes to prank Sam and Steve in small ways that they never figure out and it drives them slightly insane. 9. Spiderboy is incredibly smart but is also somehow very naive to the teasing he gets from everyone else.  10. Movie nights are something that everyone gets excited about and they all have very different tastes in movies to show me. So far, I've enjoyed the comedies the most. (Peter picked the movie Grown-ups and some of the things they do make no sense and are extremely goofy, but I think that's why I liked it...)

The list went on for about five pages of random things she discovered and felt were important to know about the team and sometimes even herself. 

But in the back, only found if you looked through each page of the small journal, was a list of things she wanted to try once she felt ready and was given the chance to. 

It didn’t feel right ripping the pages out for myself, or taking the journal and ruining it with my scribbles, so I copied the list in a notebook of my own and added some things I think she would have enjoyed if I was given the chance to show her. 

She only got about 24 things written that she wanted to experience in the real world. Most of which were simple things most take for granted having the choice to do any day. 

Right now I was looking at number seven;

7. Go to a coffee shop and try different drinks with cinnamon in them. Find a favorite, so I can eventually say, “I’ll have the usual,” like they do in the movies. 

It was hard to know what her favorite would have been, but I did the best I could. Eventually, I had a usual at the coffee shop I started the adventure on. 

“He’s back.” The barista whose head was in the pastry display shot up and smiled toward me. “It’s been a minute since we’ve seen you. Life or work in the way this time?” 

“What’s the difference?” I responded though it came across a little more melancholy than I meant. 

Luckily, Trudy, the shop owner, had become familiar with me enough to know it’s just how I talk. 

“Get him the usual, dear,” she said to the worker at the front as she wrapped a muffin and handed it to a customer waiting on the side. 

When the worker just looked at her wide-eyed and freaked out, Trudy laughed to herself and pointed her to another task. 

“Forgot she’s only been here for 2 days,” Trudy’s New York accent was strong as she typed in my regular order. “So. Any big bad guys in the world I should be worryin’ about or do you have it handled?” 

“Nothing for you to worry about, Trud,” I smiled as she grabbed a cup and wrote one of her new names for me on it. She was clever with what she could come up with depending on the day. “Sorry, I haven’t been in. I was sent overseas for a bit the last few weeks.”

“You haven’t come in a month,” she said with a raised motherly eyebrow. 

“Hate to break it to ya, but there are bad guys I have to take care of over here too. They keep me just as busy sometimes,” I chuckled, moving out of the way in case someone else needed to order. 

“Yeah, yeah,” she groaned, grabbing a pastry and wrapping it up for me. “I made a new recipe from my Italian side of the family. Give it a try,” she stuck a sticker on it to seal the bag and came around the counter to give it to me. “Tell me how you like it.” 

“How much?” I went on to grab cash knowing she likely wouldn’t let me pay anyway. 

“Cost ya a review on Yelp,” she pushed it on me more. “I had someone come in the other day and try and cheat the system to get free stuff, and when I wouldn’t budge she lowered my rating on the damn website.”

“I don’t think one bad rating will hurt ya, Trud,” I sighed, taking it and putting the cash in the tip jar instead.

“Eh, I like to counter it with a good one where I can. Plus, I’m running out of fake emails to do it myself. Help a gal out.” 

I laughed knowing she may have been a small hole-in-the-wall business, but she got enough foot traffic to keep her afloat even if she joked about going under if I didn’t give her reviews and tell my friends about it. 

Before I could give her peace of mind knowing I’d help in any way she asked me, the bell rang as another customer came in. 

I looked back absentmindedly and saw a woman with her head down while she talked on the phone, but was kind enough to go to the side and finish her conversation before walking to the register. 

“That drink ready?” Trudy shouted to the back and just in time a barista walked out with the cup of my “usual” drink and handed it off. “I’ll be seeing ya sometime soon, right?” She withheld the coffee until I confirmed. 

“Tomorrow,” I promised knowing I had one thing planned and I knew it wouldn’t be interrupted. 

“Good. Have a good one, Boomer,” she winked and I looked to see the name matched on the cup. 

“What does that mean?” I raised an eyebrow. 

“Something the kids are calling old people like you and me,” she shrugged. “Figured if I was going to be called it, you should too.” 

I rolled my eyes playfully before giving a final goodbye and heading toward the doors. The woman that had come in was hanging up the phone and happened to look up at the same time I passed. 

She had soft eyes and smiled up at me in a polite way before sidestepping and moving to the counter. 

I couldn’t help but stop with my hand on the door handle as I looked at her trying to grasp who she reminded me of. 

She had kind features and her light smile was what made me do a double take. I may have imagined it, but something about her beamed at me in a way that I couldn't shake.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when someone else tried to come in and I quickly opened the door for them and moved out of the way. But I looked in the shop one more time seeing Trudy smiling back at the woman and sharing a similar banter she had with me.��

I honed in my hearing some and caught the middle of the conversation. 

“I would ask if you want your normal order, but it’s been so long I’m not sure if it’s the same,” Trudy teased. 

“The move has been great. Thanks for asking Trudy,” the woman remarked with a laugh. 

It would become creepy pretty quickly with me just staring and eavesdropping in the doorway, so I moved on even if I was intrigued to hear the rest of this conversation. 

I took my time walking to my car since the woman’s face was sticking in my mind. Something seemed oddly familiar of her, but I couldn’t put a finger on what it was. 

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“Hey, I was looking for you!” Sam’s voice sounded as soon as I walked into the kitchen. 

“I’d rather you weren’t,” I said back, going to the trash to throw my cardboard cup away and grab a snack from the fridge. 

“Hardy, har, har,” Sam responded. “But really. I need help with a file I can’t access.” 

“Maybe you can’t access it for a reason,” I gave a smug smile to him as I shut the fridge and took a bite out of the apple I stole from it. 

“You're really channeling that clown energy as Parker would say today, aren't you?” he gave me a straight face before pulling papers I hadn’t noticed beforehand and passed them to me. “It’s just some notes on a mission we did last week, but I need to tweak some things. For some reason, the file isn’t giving me access so I was going to ask if I can go through your account.”

“Have Tony look at your account. Maybe the clearance level got mixed up. He had a new protection server put in the other week and a few accounts were tweaked.” 

“Well, he's not in his lab.”

“Ok,” I dragged out. “Sounds like a personal problem.” 

“Barnes, just let me on your account for two seconds to fix it and then I’ll go and find him. It won’t take me longer than five minutes,” Sam groaned. 

I could continue to give him a hard time, but I needed to get some things ready for tomorrow and wasn’t in the mood to keep up my normal antics. 

“Fine. Where’s your computer?” I huffed, biting into the apple again and waiting for him to bring it to me. 

He smiled like he won, even though I could still say no if I wanted, and grabbed the laptop on the counter and handed it off to me. 

I logged in like normal and went to the file, but was stopped when I came to the same problem he had. 

“What the hell?” I glared at the screen and tried a few more tricks but this new protective program Tony had installed was foreign to me. 

“Damn it,” Sam crossed his arms and sighed. “You’re the third person now. Why won’t it let me see this damn file?” 

I looked at him waiting for him to explain. 

“I asked Nat and Wanda too. No luck,” he shrugged. 

That was strange. It was a file from the mission we had done last week. A thief that had been stealing intel from some division in the SHEILD operations over some classified information, but we had captured and incarcerated the hacker. 

“Friday,” I asked into the void and her voice followed. 

“How can I help, Sargent Barnes?” 

“Why aren’t we able to get into these files?” 

There was a pause as she tried to find the answer. 

“It seems to be in a classification you don’t have access to. Clearance levels are not high enough. Would you like me to call Mr. Stark?”

Sam and I shared a look that showed we were on the same page. There were very few things we didn't have access to, so the system was screwed or not modified after the update. At least that was to hoping it was something that simple.

“No. Where’s Tony at?” I asked instead. 

“He’s headed to the lobby. He has an appointment with Ms. Clark.” 

The name didn’t sound familiar, though there were a lot of people Stark talked to that I never cared to learn about. He was the face of the team anyway, so luckily he handled a majority of the social aspects of our job. 

“Thanks, Friday,” I nodded my head to the exit. 

Sam nodded in agreement and we made our way to the lobby to find him. 

It wasn’t a portion of the compound we were usually in, so seeing people in business suits coming and going always reminded me of the mass amount of workers who never did fieldwork that came and went. 

“Stark,” I shouted once I spotted him at one of the reception desks talking with the secretary that was handing him papers she had just printed. 

He turned at his name and looked at us both confused as to why we would be there. 

“Got a question for ya,” Sam started out. 

“Can it wait? I have a meeting with someone I actually like,” he said sarcastically. 

Before I had the chance to spit something back at him and give him a taste of his own medicine, Sam took over. 

“I need access to a file of the mission report we just came back from, but it’s not allowing me to get to it,” he summed up. 

“Strange,” Tony hummed, looking at the papers he was previously handed as if our issue was nothing for him to worry about. 

“It won’t let me through either,” I said and he eventually looked up rolling his eyes before putting the papers on the counter and giving us his attention finally. 

“Can this wait like 20 minutes?” he asked. 

“It might be because of your new and overly complicated-” I started and once again, Sam saved me from saying something that would probably have Tony ignoring us the rest of the week if I wasn't careful. 

“We’ll wait,” Sam nodded. “We’ll be over there.” 

He pointed to a few chairs off to the side and nodded his head for me to follow. Though I was against the motion, I obliged to not make matters more annoying. I’d give him 20 minutes, but I was just as intrigued by this issue as Sam was now. 

Tony went back to the secretary and grabbed the papers looking through them before grabbing a pen and sloppily marking random things out before handing it back. 

Just as he turned back, he seemed to have spotted who he was looking for to begin with and I followed his eyeline. 

Walking in and looking around marveling at the size of the place before seeing Tony and smiling at him, was the same woman who I had seen at the coffee shop. The same one who was talking to Trudy about a move. 

I must have been staring while she and Tony met in the middle and started casually conversing. She reached into the tote she was carrying and handed Tony what looked like a sweater and a folder, but he only took the piece of clothing leaving her with just the folder still in hand.

My stare must have been unmoving cause Sam nudged me with his shoulder and gave me a weird look when I broke out of my trance. 

“What are you gawking at?” he asked, looking where I was and raising his eyebrows. “Oh, I see.” 

I furrowed my eyebrows and gave him a disapproving look to show his mind wasn’t in the right place. 

“Shut up,” I grunted, slouching some in my spot, but only to show disinterest in an attempt to push him off my case. 

“No, I get it. She’s a pretty lady,” Sam chuckled, crossing his arms and leaning back in his own seat. “Just didn’t see you looking for something like that anytime soon-”

“Don’t get any ideas,” I cut him off. “I saw her at a coffee shop earlier today and she just looked familiar. That’s it.” 

He looked from me back at the girl and turned his head as he analyzed her. 

She was smiling at something Stark was saying and shaking her head about whatever it was he was grinning about. I wasn’t sure what the conversation could even be about, and with the loud echoing space, I couldn’t exactly pinpoint what was being shared. 

“I have an idea,” Sam spoke up after a second and stood up without any hesitance, and walked towards the two. 

“Sam, wait! Stop! What are you doing?” I whisper shouted sitting up and looking around as if someone else was in on this idea with him. 

When he didn’t turn back or let up in his steps, I was quickly on my feet trying to get ahead of him to stop him, but he was walking faster causing us to interrupt the two abruptly and throw them both off. 

“Hi,” Sam smiled kindly at her then back at Stark. 

“I told you I would help you after I talked with-,” Tony started, but Sam patted his shoulder and made him pause. 

“Sam Wilson,” he went on to introduce himself while putting his other hand out for her.  

The woman seemed surprised by the introduction, but she was kind nonetheless and extended her own hand before introducing herself. 

“Y/N Clark,” she smiled. “Nice to meet you.” 

Sam turned to me and she followed his look. I wasn’t prepared to talk to her, but I wasn’t going to be rude and just sit there silently and stare at her. 

I extended my hand as well and she smiled at the motion. 

“James Barnes,” I gave a tight smile, but it wasn’t because of her, it was because I was seconds from punching Sam right in the chest for putting me in this position. 

“Mr. Barnes. Nice to meet you,” she nodded, returning the handshake and it was surprisingly firm. 

I would have paid mind to the detail, but now being in close proximity to the woman, I was seeing features that I hadn’t taken in before. 

She had Y/H/C hair, Y/E/C eyes, and her smile was one I had seen before. She was wearing a bright red checkered winter coat that sat on top of a tan sweater tucked into a nice pair of brown slacks. It seemed fitting for her even if I hadn’t known anything about her. But something in her persona showed she was kind and had a welcoming nature. 

Tony rolled his eyes once again and decided to go ahead and introduce us. 

“Cyborge and Birdman, this is Ms. Clark. She’s Morgan’s teacher. Ms. Clark, these are two of my most impatient coworkers,” Tony motioned to us. “Who I asked to give me a second before I talked with them…” The glare he was giving us pulled me away from staring at her longer than what would have been socially acceptable. 

“Thank this one for the interruption,” I shouldered Sam harshly which he became slightly unbalanced from and gave me another glare. 

“Just seemed rude to not introduce your colleagues,” Sam gritted through his teeth, talking to me when the comment was directed to Tony. 

“It’s fine,” Ms. Clark spoke up, breaking the growing tension between us three, and I immediately turned my attention back to her. “I was here to just drop off these two things anyway.” 

“Yeah, well, I had a few things I wanted to discuss without,” Tony continued, only taking a second in between to send us yet another death stare, “this interruption.” 

“I appreciate what you’re offering, but I’ve already told you I have a job set with another district after this year,” she smiled professionally, and I couldn’t help but smile myself at seeing someone say no to Tony. 

“Yeah, but… Money.” His eat-shit grin worked on the weak-minded, but clearly, she was not that. 

“Money is great and all, but it's not what this is about, Mr. Stark,” she chuckled, readjusting her tote on her shoulder. "Maybe after winter break and I get some paperwork back from the new school I'll be at, we will better understand what I'll have on my plate."

“That sounds like a well-worded way to put this conversation off,” Tony smirked. 

She returned it which proved he was right, but she wasn’t falling for his schemes still. 

“It’s Christmas break, Mr. Stark. Have a great vacation with your family and happy holidays,” she nodded, turning to walk out, but not completely turned away. “You two as well. I hope the world is kind enough to give you all a break as you deserve during this time.” 

“If I know anything about teaching, I know you’ll be needing a break just as much,” Sam shouted in her direction with a smile. 

She laughed at that and it was a sound that made it hard not to smile as a reaction to it. 

“Happy Holidays,” she said one final time, waving kindly and moving to the exit. 

“Well, she seems nice,” Sam grinned in a teasing manner and turned to face us both by taking her place. 

“This is why I haven’t brought her around here,” Tony sighed heavily and ran a hand through his beard. “Now, what do you two want?” 

Sam followed quickly after Tony, who was already walking back to the lab, but I couldn’t seem to pull my eyes from the red checkered jacket that was out the doors now and walking down the steps. 

It was another feeling that I couldn’t quite put into words…

I unfortunately don't have a release date for the next chapter as I am going to stick to my promise of finishing the series before I post any further. This is just to give an idea of what's to come! As always, any likes or reblogs, and comments (even if just a heart or a gif) makes my blood, sweat, and tears for this series feel validated :') ANYWHO!! I'm excited to share with you all the stories to come with this series and these characters because in writing them, I've fallen in love with them myself.

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Forget me not

Summary: Years after losing your husband, you are on a path of moving on with your life, however, you need help. And who better to give that encouraging push than Tony’s AI?

Warning: 18+ angst, bittersweet, some fluff.

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Square filled: Hologram

Word count: 600ish

A/N: I’M SORRY. Written for @avengersbingo

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“What about this? Too much?”

Holding two statement necklaces in front of your reflection, you tilted your head sideways, silently hoping Tony would say neither.

“Diamonds, definitely diamonds. They always suit you better, hon.”

Sighing, you let out a soft groan and agreed with the choice, going over the bed where a selection of dresses lay like a scattered rainbow.

Even a small decision like this one seemed like the most difficult one these days. Partly because your heart wasn’t fully in it, or maybe you were just not ready.

“I can hear you thinking, Y/N. Go with the strappy red, it brings out your best features. Plus it’s my color.”

You could practically hear Tony’s smirk, you closed your eyes for a moment and smiled, normally he’d wrap his arms around you and pull you against his chest, nibble on the soft skin of your neck and let his stubble tease your skin.

“It’s not for you though, is it?”

You turned around with a sad smile, Tony—or rather his life-size hologram followed you up next to the mirror again, this time crossing his arms and leaning against it as he studied you with a fond smile on his handsome face.

It had been over two years since he passed in the events with Thanos, sacrificed his life to save the universe and brought all those turned to dust back. As heartbroken and devastated as you were, he had left you and Morgan a piece of himself; the bastard had thought through everything.

His quips and sarcastic comments followed you everywhere, helped your daughter sleep when she demanded a story specially narrated by her Dad, it was almost like he was still here.

Almost.

“Earth to Miss Y/L/N? Isn’t your date in like ten minutes?” He snapped his fingers bringing you back to reality, his hologram glitching just slightly at the sides. It stabbed through your heart that you weren’t Mrs. Stark anymore.

“Maybe I should cancel. I don’t think I’m ready, Tony. I don’t know if I will ever be.” You murmured, throwing the dress behind, suddenly the thought of putting in so much effort for another guy seemed overwhelming to you, and it wasn’t the first time.

“Stop flattering me, honey. What was the one promise you made me?”

“That I’ll never get over you? That I won’t ever stop loving you? That nobody will ever take your place?” You felt tears sting in your eyes as you finished speaking, wanting nothing more than for Tony to wrap you in his all-consuming hugs.

“That you will always choose to be happy.” He reminded you, walking over and pretending to catch a tear that escaped down your cheek. You saw him do it, but felt nothing. His big brown eyes that missed the spark that real Tony had, bore into you, waiting for an answer.

“I will choose to be happy.”

You nodded, giving him an almost convincing smile as you picked the red dress finally, going over your appearance one last time and blowing Tony a kiss who pretended to catch it with a chuckle. It was a small step towards that long journey that was ‘moving on’.

Damn it. You still did hate when he was right.

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Wanted

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OC Elizabeth Lightwood. I do not condone any copying of this.

You paced the inside of the elevator, waiting for it to get from the ground floor, all the way to the top. You were looking for Steve after hearing that Fury had gotten shot and was in the hospital. You wanted information from him. Like why and how Fury was shot? Was he going to make it? And where the hell was this hospital so you could go and see him.

To your surprise, Steve was waiting outside of the elevator and he looked at you in the same surprise. The two of you rarely saw each other, even when you were both in the same building.

A smile came to your lips. "Nice suit Captain."

It was much better than his other suit, which had always reminded you of like a sweatshirt outfit. This one was a dark blue, fit and tight, also protective. It fit him better.

He didn't smile, stepping into the elevator and putting his hands on the metal bar, looking out over the ceiling.

"Steve?" You asked softly.

"Operations control." Steve said and looked over at you.

"Keep all S.T.R.I.K.E. personnel on site." A familiar, irritating voice said from behind the two of you. You turned to see Rumlow and two others enter the elevator. "Forensics."

"Confirmed." The elevator said.

"Cap." Rumlow said. "Stark." He winked at you and you ignored him. "Gonna hop in my bed later?"

"Fuck off." You growled.

"Rumlow." Steve greeted, turning so his back was now to the city. He stayed where he was, not talking to you anymore. You wondered if you had done something wrong. You turned back to look out over the city. You crossed your arms over your chest tightly.

You had left Everleigh with Tony today. Normally, the three of you spent everyday together. You were busy showing Everleigh the world while you helped Pepper run the company a little, just in case you ever wanted to take over. You were still keeping up with your training and Fury thought- had thought- that you were ready to take missions by yourself. But you didn't want to leave Everleigh.

Like said before, you and Steve barely saw each other. Barton was the one that you had spent most of your training with. But you hadn't forgotten that you owed Steve your life.

"Evidence Response found some fibers on the roof they want us to see." Rumlow said suddenly. You didn't look at him, only listening, because you figured they were talking to Steve. "You want me to get the Tac team ready?"

"No. Let's wait and see what it is first." Steve said. You couldn't help but notice that his voice was dejected. Something was really bothering him.

"Right." Rumlow said.

Suddenly, the elevator opened and more people filed in. You and Steve were separated slightly by the amount of people who were there and you kept your back to them, deciding to focus on the view than how crowded it was starting to get.

"Administrations Level."

"Confirmed."

You wondered if Tony had been the one to get the voice operating elevators into place. It sounded like something he could design. You'd ask him when you got home. You were sure he'd love to brag about it.

The elevator opened again.

"Records."

"Confirmed."

You glanced over to see that three more people had joined and that Steve looked worried. Maybe he was claustrophobic too.

"Before we get started." Steves voice suddenly said. "Does anyone want to get out?"

"What?" You asked, looking behind you just in time to see one of them attempt to attack him with a taser. Immediately, three or four people were grabbing him, one of them wrapping his arm around his neck.

"No!" You shouted, yanking out your own weapons, stabbing one of them in the neck with something Tony had made you. He was out like a light.

One of them kicked you in the stomach and you grunted, hitting the floor, rolling over, and catching his foot as it came down towards your face. All of the others were fighting against Steve. You could see one of the metal bracelets around his wrist and he was trying to fight it as it threatened to connect his wrist to the elevator.

You fought hard, twisting the man's ankle and getting to your feet. You didn't stop, throwing yourself at the African American man that was fighting against Steve. You jumped on his back, using his tie to wrench him backwards, before knocking his head heavily against the metal of the elevator control panel.

Steve managed to kick and punch the rest of the men away from him, but as Rumlow came at him again, his right arm was caught by the bracelet.

"Leave him alone!" You shouted as Rumlow's taze weapon caught him in the back. Anyone but Steve would have gone down instantly, but his soldier serum kept him conscious.

Rumlow swung around, wrapping his hands around your throat as you landed harshly on your back on the floor.

Steve managed to get rid of the rest of them, kicking them out of his way, before he backflipped off of the elevator and landed.

"Whoa big guy!" Rumlow said, putting one of his hands up and Steve paused. "I just want you to know, this isn't anything personal cap."

He swung one stick towards Steve, the other towards you.

You yelled out in pain as the electricity radiated across your body, but didn't go out yet. You realized he'd put it on a low setting on purpose, torturing you to torture Steve.

Steve growled in anger, knocking Rumlow off of you and landing on top of him. Rumlow swung his arm down, the taser going into Steve's back.

You went to lunge at Rumlow, but your ankle was caught in a wire that one of the semi conscious guards on the floor had wrapped and you fell harshly on the elevator floor.

Steve threw Rumlow at the roof and then huffed. "It kind've feels personal."

He helped you to your feet, untangling the wires from around your ankles. "You all right?"

"What the hell is happening?" You breathed out, steadying yourself with his arm. You noticed the bracelet was still on, and quickly started to mess with it. Tony had taught you how to get rid of them and soon, it was off of him. He put his shield back on his arm.

"We'll find out." Steve huffed, looking at you. "Sorry, about earlier. Fury told me not to trust anyone."

"Oh." You said in a small voice. "Right. That included me."

Steve touched the metal, looking over at you apologetically. "Sorry."

You said nothing, feeling a bit small. Fury had been someone that had wanted to promote you into the field. But he hadn't told Steve to trust you?

Suddenly, the doors slid open and there was armed guards there. "Drop the shield and put your hands in the air!" One of them shouted.

Steve turned in a circle, slashing at the cables that held the elevator up.

You screamed, flying into the air until Steve grabbed your arm and yanked you down with him, holding the two of you steady as the elevator free fell. You whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut, ears being tortured with the music of metal scraping on metal.

The elevator came to a screeching halt and you slumped against the metal, breathing heavily. You found that you were shaking and tried to pull yourself together. Now was not the time to fall apart.

Especially not in front of Captain America, your future boss.

Especially not when you were in a very small, very fragile container.

Steve got up and you scrambled to your feet. You watched as he pulled the elevator doors apart, and then you watched him close it.

"Give it up, Rogers! Get that door open! You have nowhere to go."

Steve looked over at you and then said, "Come here."

You obeyed instantly. "On my back." He said.

"Steve-" You whimpered, knowing exactly what he was going to do. You couldn't have stopped the whimper anyways. You climbed up on his back, squeezing tightly with your thighs.

You couldn't help but bite on the material of his shoulder as the two of you fell so you didn't scream. His arms came together so that he crashed through the glass roof. As the two of you got closer and closer to the actual ground, he kicked you off of him, so that instead of falling some tens of tens feet, you only fell twelve, landing on him where he laid on the ground, glass around him.

You grunted in pain, every bone in your body feeling bruised, and you rolled off of him. You couldn't believe that you were still alive.

You could hear Steve groaning, could see him pushing himself to his feet. You staggered to yours, helping him up. He kept a tight hold around your arm, and the two of you sprinted to the garage.

"They'll lock it down!" You managed to gasp out. You were pretty sure you were bleeding somewhere, sharp pains coming from the right side of your hip every time you ran. You didn't dare stop.

"I know." Steve shouted, slinging his shield onto his back and scooping you up completely in his arms.

You saw his bike, launching yourself out of his arms and sliding onto the back as he leaped over your head and landed on the front, taking off almost immediately. You slipped your arms around his middle.

He managed to get out of the first door, but you could still see the barricades coming up at the end of the street. You inhaled sharply. You saw the Quinjet fly past you and you finally decided to be useful for something. You drew your gun, taking careful aim, and then shot at one of the engines. It gave out after you nearly emptied your pistol, setting fire.

"Y/N, I'm going to stall the engine to send myself flying forwards." Steve shouted back to you. "Jump off before I accelerate."

You jumped right then and there, tucking, rolling harshly on your shoulder and then immediately pulled our your phone, sticking a com in your ear, and started to call Tony.

"Y/N, hey." Tony said cheerfully.

"Tony listen to me now." You said, watching as Steve ran across the jet and started to put out other engines with his shield. "S.H.I.E.L.D. just tried to kill Steve, and I happened to be in the vicinity so they're after me too. I need you to lock down the house. They'll come after you the minute they see a log of me calling you. You don't let Everleigh out of your sight, do you understand? I'm going underground with Steve. I don't know when I'm going to be back. You make a suit, you make weapons, whatever you need to do to keep yourself and our daughter safe, understand?"

"Why the hell would Fury-"

"Fury's dead." You said. You hadn't told Tony why you'd gone into S.H.I.E.L.D. You'd told him you heard Fury was in the hospital and wanted to see if it was true.

The jet went down, crashing into the sidewalk and Steve ran up to you. "Y/N, we have to go now."

"Tony, I love you. Please listen to me. Lock down. Stay safe. Don't let Everleigh out of your arms. Promise me."

"I love you too. I promise." Tony said.

"Don't trust anyone. Pepper, Happy, Rhodey, that's it. No one else." You said, and then you hung up and then tossed your phone into the lake nearby. You looked over at Steve, "Let's go."

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Tony did exactly as Y/N had made him promise. He sent the house into protective mode, shutting down. He made sure that all cameras were up on a holographic dish so that he could see all entries, exits, possible entries and exits, and also the roof of his house. On the other half of the hologram, he was attempting to hack S.H.I.E.L.D.- again- so that he could see what the hell was going on.

And also as promised, Everleigh was in the room, playing with her dolls. She was three now, and her hair which was the same colour as yours was hanging down to her waist. She was laughing quietly to herself and Tony smiled.

Tony slipped a com into his ear to listen to the man on the screen, who Jarvis told him was Alexander Pierce.

"Nick Fury was murdered in cold blood. To any reasonable person, that would make him a martyr, not a traitor."

"You know what makes him a traitor? Hiring a mercenary to hijack his own ship."

"Nick Fury used his friendship to coerce this Council into delaying Project Insight." An Indian man in one of the holograms in the room that Tony had hacked said. "A project that he knew would expose his own illegal operations. At best, he lied to you. At worst-"

"Are you calling for my resignation?" Pierce asked. "I've got a pen and paper right here."

"That discussion can be tabled for a later time." The only woman said.

"But you do want to have a discussion?"

"We've already had it, Mr. Secretary. This council moves to immediately reactivate Project insight. If you want to say something snappy, now would be the time to do it." The first one, a guy who looked like he was in his sixties or seventies said.

Tony clicked off that and muttered, "What the hell is Project Insight?"

It took Tony a while, but he finally found a file that contained the contents of Project Insight. The more he read about it, the more he both worried and yet also realized why Y/N might be on the wanted list.

It was a project where three helicarriers could stay in the air forever. They would create an algorithm and be able to take out anyone that posed a threat to the world. Tony could only imagine what it would do in the hands of the wrong people.

But what was he going to do with this information? Y/N had probably gotten rid of her phone. She was a smart woman. And he couldn't leave the house to find her because it would put Everleigh in danger. He couldn't call anyone because the logs could be tracked.

But he didn't want to just sit and wait.

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"Where did Captain America learn how to steal a car?" Natasha asked from the front seat.

"He didn't. I did." You piped up from the backseat, scaring the absolute crap out of her. You'd been asleep till that point in the backseat and decided that it was time to let her know about the third party here. "Where are we going Cap?"

"Jersey." Steve said while Natasha swore both of you out. "And we're borrowing, take your feet off the dash."

Nat lowered her feet, glancing at you, and then at Steve, "All right, I have a question for you, which you do not have to answer. I feel like, if you don't answer it though, you're kind of answering it, you know?"

"What?" Steve and you asked at the same time.

"Was that your first kiss since 1945?"

Your mouth dropped, "What? You two kissed?"

"That bad huh?" Steve grumbled.

"I didn't say that." Natasha said and looked at you. "Public displays of affection make people very uncomfortable."

You still gaped, looking between the beautiful red head and the very hot super soldier.

"Well that kind of sounds like that's what you're saying." Steve said.

"I can be the judge?" You offered almost hopefully. "You know, if you want an honest opinion."

Natasha laughed, "Jealous?"

"Almost." You grinned.

"Huh? But what about Tony?" Steve asked, cheeks flaming red.

"He was a playboy for like twenty years." You grumbled under your breath, but sat back in your seat, pouting.

"I was just wondering how much practice you've had." Natasha finished.

"You don't need practice."

"Everyone needs practice."

"It was not my first kiss since 1945." Steve finally answered. "I'm 95, not dead."

You giggled.

"Nobody special, though?" Nat asked.

"My soulmates dead." Steve said. "No one is more special than him."

"There's always others without soulmates though." Natasha said.

"Believe it or not, it's difficult to find someone with shared life experience." Steve sounded like he was close to snapping.

"Well, that's all right. You just make something up."

"What, like you?"

"I don't know. The truth is a matter of circumstance." Nat grumbled. "It's not all things to all people, all the time. Neither am I?"

"What about Clint?" You asked. You were starting to feel kind've jealous, but not for yourself. It was as though you knew Steve belonged for someone else.

Nat shrugged and Steve said, "That's a tough way to live."

"It's a good way not to die though."

"You know, it's kind've hard to trust someone, when you don't know who that someone really is." Steve said, almost bitingly.

"Yeah. Who do you want me to be?"

You rolled your eyes, laying down in the backseat of the truck, starting to feel just a little lonely. But maybe that was because you were younger than them. Not really much older than a teenager. You were only twenty-one and Steve was ninety-five and Natasha was thirty-two.

"Well, there's a chance you might be in the wrong business Rogers."

Suddenly, Steve had the truck come to a stop and you sat up, looking out. Oh good, you were finally here. Time to ditch this really weird, somewhat flirty, and very uncomfortable conversation.

You checked your guns as you closed the truck door behind you, making sure both of them were loaded up, and then made sure you had extra ammo on you.

"This is it." You heard Steve say.

"The file came from these coordinates." Natasha said.

"So did I." Steve said and you finally looked up. You were at what looked like a really old army base and you recognized it from pictures from one of Tony's boxes. His father, Howard, had used to work here. Camp Leigh.

While Steve and Natasha decided to follow the scanner, you picked your own route across, finding one of the buildings that Tony had shown you pictures of. There was a lock on it, and you pulled out your lockpick set to start at the lock. Though the chains were rusty, the lock was one of Stark tech, albeit old Stark tech, and so it wasn't quite as destroyed. You were able to get through, and you pushed the door open as wide as you could.

"Hey! Over here!" you shouted to the other two, and then went inside without bothering to see if they were following.

You went down a flight of stairs first, finding a light switch, and turning the lights on.

It wasn't anything spectacular. Mostly old desks, each with a chair in front of them. They were left orderly, as though things had been put back to come back the next day, but people hadn't come back. There were still trash cans beside the desks, all of them cleaned out, fresh bags put in- though not fresh anymore.

Some of the desks still contained files. You flipped one open, but didn't see anything useful. It was just about the order of Iron implants for something.

"This is S.H.I.E.L.D." You heard Nat said from behind you.

"Where it started maybe." Steve answered.

You pushed open the blue door and saw three pictures on the wall. General Chester Philips, Howard Stark, and Peggy Carter.

"There's Starks' father." Natasha said.

"Howard." Steve stated, looking over at you. That look gave you the uncomfortable feeling of looking like a little child in his eyes.

"Whose the girl?" Natasha asked and when Steve didn't answer, turning away, you did.

"Peggy Carter." You responded.

Steve was checking out the secret bookcases when you and Natasha joined you. "If you're already working in a secret office," He pushed the cases to the side and finished, "Why do you need to hide the elevator?"

"I can't remember what's down here." You muttered, stepping forward and putting in the code: 8359

"You've been here?" Nat asked.

"No. Howard left files for Tony. I was just messing around, looking through the boxes. I kept notes on this place just in case, but I never really expected to be here." You answered. You shuddered as you stepped into the elevator, wrapping your arms around you. Steve put a hand on your shoulder as it went down.

It was pitch black, the room that the elevators opened up to. The three of you stole forward cautiously. The lights turned on when you got half way across the room, showing you huge computer monitors and what seemed like thousands of power sources.

You weren't sure what all the technical terms were.

"This can't be the data point. This technology is ancient." Natasha scoffed.

"But that isn't." You said, pointing to a black and blue, very updated flash drive console. "It looks practically new. There isn't even dust on it yet."

Natasha put the flash drive in and the room lit up more, showing that there were more of those powering things than you had thought. They filled the entire room, lighting up with yellow lights, the circular things inside of them starting to spin, the machines starting to whir like quiet vacuums.

Natasha messed around with the computers a bit and then a mechanical voice said, "Rogers, Steven. Born 1918." The camera up top moved and said, "Romanoff, Natalia Alinovna, born 1984."

"It's some kind of recording."

"I am not a recording Fraulein. I may not be the man I was when the Captain took me prisoner in 1945. But I am. Y/L/N, Y/F/N Y/M/N, born 1993."

You swallowed as Natasha said, "You know this thing?"

"Arnim Zola was a German scientist," Steve said as he left the platform to walk around the computer. "who worked for the Red Skull. He's been dead for years."

"First correction, I am Swiss! Second, look around you. I have never been more alive. In 1972, I received a terminal diagnosis. Science could not save my body. My mind, however, that was worth saving, on 200,000 feet of databanks."

Databanks. That's what they were.

"You are standing in my brain."

"How did you get here?"

"Invited."

"It was Operation Paperclip after World War II." Natasha murmured. "S.H.I.E.L.D. recruited German scientists with strategic value."

Funfact: Operation Paperclip is a real thing outside of the Marvel Universe which was how we got NASA

"They thought I could help their cause. I also helped my own."

"HYDRA died with the red skull." Steve bit out.

"Cut off one head," Zola said, a green HYDRA sign popping up on the screen, "two more shall take its place."

"Pierce." You whispered under your breath, but none of the others heard you. HYDRA would want Steve dead as Steve was their man enemy. And Pierce was clearly the one who had organized the attack. Along with Rumlow and all of the others in the elevator.

"Prove it." Steve snapped.

"Accessing Archive." A video of a man was shown on the screen. "HYDRA was founded on the belief that humanity could not be trusted with its own freedom. What we did not realize was that if you try to take that freedom, they resist." The video now showed an older version of Steve fighting. "The war taught us much. Humanity needed to surrender its freedom willingly."

You knew the signs.

Take away peoples guns so that they could not resist eventual take over.

Destroy the family by convincing the women that they did not need men. Let women think feminism was letting them work so that they never saw their husband, never saw their children. Let the children go into the public schools so that the school and the government was the ones teaching the children.

Make people hate to read so that if the books are taken away or the history books are changed, people don't care.

Tell them that abortion is healthcare so that the people commit their own genocide and the Government will not need to call upon war or disease or anything else to decrease the population.

Set everyone apart with race or religion or politics so that the two sides could never come together and realize that the Government was the one they should be fighting against.

And if one side should recognize that the Government was in the wrong, the other side would call them Racist or Sexist or Homophobic or any other sort of names to criticize them, make their notion or opinion worthless so that the mindless sheep we called people wouldn't listen.

Poison the water with train derailments. Poison the livestock and genetically modify chicken feed so they wouldn't lay eggs.

No water. No food.

And then the country would crumble.

Freedom would be taken.

And no one would notice.

It might even be celebrated.

"You understand, don't you Y/N?" Zola asked and the computer made a weird crackling sound like he was laughing, "To much, to soon. After the war, S.H.I.E.L.D. was founded and I was recruited. The new HYDRA grew."

You couldn't keep it quiet this time.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. is HYDRA." You said. "Pierce is HYDRA."

"For 70 years," Zola ignored you now, "HYDRA has been secretly feeding crisis, reaping war, and when history did not cooperate, history was changed." I watched the reel flash by and saw something that looked like a silver arm with a red star on it. What was that? It looked newer than anything else on the reel.

"That's impossible. S.H.I.E.L.D. would have stopped you." Natasha said.

You grew frustrated. Hadn't you just said that Pierce was part of HYDRA? And- wait. If Zola was HYDRA, and Pierce was HYDRA. . . couldn't Zola let them know where you were? What if he had let Pierce know the minute you stepped through those elevator doors.

"Accidents will happen." Zola said, showing a newspaper clip of Howard and Maria Stark's car accident death and you realized that the car accident hadn't happened. Or it had, but it wasn't an accident. But then, who or what happened instead?

"Guys we need to leave." You said urgently, touching Steve's arm, starting to panic. The hairs on your arms raised, alerting you to danger. Your subconscious bunny senses telling you to flee.

"HYDRA created a world so chaotic that humanity is finally ready to sacrifice its freedom to gain its security." Now the reel showed the cameras, the way that they could track your every move. It was true. Through cameras, through the phones, through the new electric vehicles. They could track your movements.

And when it came to those electric cars. . . they couldn't just track you. They could stop you. Take control of you.

"Once a purification process is complete, HYDRA's new world order will arise."

"Guys we need to leave!" You said, tugging at Steve's arm. He shook you off slightly and you felt panic increasing.

"We won, Captain. Your death amounts to the same as your life. A zero sum." Steve punched the computer hard enough so that it cracked and broke.

"As I was saying," Zola said, appearing on another screen. You looked back towards the elevator. You wanted to leave, you wanted to get out of there. But you couldn't leave the other two behind. Why wouldn't they listen?

"What's on this drive?" Steve demanded.

"Project Insight requires insight. So, I wrote an algorithm."

"What kind of algorithm. What does it do?" Natasha asked excitedly.

"The answer to your question is fascinating. Unfortunately, you shall be too dead to hear it. You should have listened to the young one."

The three of you turned to see the elevator doors closing. Steve flung his shield, but it bounced off the door, coming back to his arm.

"Steve, we got a bogey. Short range ballistic."

You put your head in your hands. There was nowhere to go. You couldn't go further down. You couldn't escape. There was nowhere to hide. You weren't going to see your daughter again. You should have left. "Thirty seconds tops."

"Who fired it?"

"Who do you think?" You snapped at him. "HYDRA. S.H.I.E.L.D. Were you not listening? They're one and the same and they want to kill us."

"I am afraid I have been staling, Captain." Zola said. "Admit it, It's better this way." Steve ran down the steps, yanking the grate up. "We are both. Out of time."

The end exploded into fire. Steve pushed you into the hold, grabbing Nat. He wrapped his arm around you, once he landed in the hole, pulling you close to his chest so you were tucked between Nat and him while he held the shield above his head.

You scrunched back as far as you could, both relishing in the comfort from their touch, and also so that there would be enough room to protect the three of you.

And then suddenly, everything went completely black.

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Rewatched The Avengers and took notes the entire time. Many of them having to do with Loki. Please enjoy.

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"I am loki of asgard and I am burdened with glorious purpose" it sounds like something that was put into his mind, repeated to him over and over.

the other says the words "who (thanos) gave you ancient knowledge and new PURPOSE."

his whole spiel that he goes on about freedom could've possibly also been said to him by whoever (the Other) got into his mind and tortured him. or it's the mind stone affecting him and it's the mind stone's message to loki or whoever holds/uses it (could definitely be wrong here. just a thought)

I think people are right when they say he purposefully lost

it's made even more obvious in the scene -with The Other- at the end of their interaction that Loki has been tortured and put through immense pain. I mean he was bending over in pain and was struggling and he also looks very sick when he first shows up. TORTURED.

BRO IT'S CRAZY THOR EVEN ASKS HIM "WHO SHOWED YOU THIS POWER" AND "WHO CONTROLS THE WOULD-BE KING" BUT AFTER THAT IT'S NEVER BROUGHT UP AGAIN HE NEVER DELVES INTO IT AND WHAT HAPPENED TO HIS BROTHER IM GOING CRAZY

THE WAY LOKI HAS TEARS IN HIS EYES DURING HIS AND THOR'S CONFRONTATION IN THE AVENGERS WHEN THE CAMERA TURNS TO HIM AFTER THOR SAYS FOR HIM TO COME HOME THE LOOK ON HIS FACE BEFORE HE GOES BACK TO A SCOFFING LAUGH

WENT FROM BEING SAD TO LAYGHING I FORGOT THIS SCENE. STARK JUST RAMS INTO THOR TAKING HIM AWAY AFTER HE'S TOLD LOKI TO "LISTEN WELL BROTHER" AND LOKI AND HIS SARCASTIC ASS "I'm listening."

when did thor learn loki was working with the chitauri?? I guess a scene they didnt share during their interaction

not a note on loki but on steve. it always bugged me the way he was about orders and shit when in his own movies he's the exact opposite. he was the rule breaker the one who stopped following orders. the only reason for him to be this way I think is maybe it's because he's just got out of the ice at this point this is new and he doesnt want to rock the boat too much. I'm not sure how well that applies tho

Tom Hiddleston's acting gets me every time he's fucking fabulous my god i love him sm

I want to make out with him aggressively (loki)

phil coulson I would die for you

back to the I believe the people that say loki wanted them to win. stark is talking about how loki made it personal (killing phil) he's saying it's to tear them apart but no. it's like what fury did with the cards. it brought them together. it's the reason they were even able to win. and it's easily disguised as what stark interprets it as by them and the people controlling Loki.

on that note again. "and you've managed to piss off every single one of them." and then loki, "that was the plan." YES IT WAS

IMCRYING OMFJ "This usually works." WHEN TRYING TO CONTROL TONY 😭😭😭

THE LITTLE THINGS I NEVER NOTICED BEFORE. THOR AND LOKI ARE FIGHTING AGAIN AT STARK TOWER AND THOR IS TRYING TO GET THROUGH TO HIM AND IT LOOKS LIKE IT DOES AFFECT LOKI FROM THE LOOK ON HIS FACE BUT THEN HE STABS THOR AND MAKES TAHT COMMENT ABOUT SENTIMENT BUT !! BUT HE'S CRYING !!!!! A TEAR LITERALLY FALLS FROM HIS EYE !!

Ik he got blown up right after but loki was so hot when he caught that arrow and then leaned back with that smirk on his face

AND HE ALSO GOT SMASHED AROUND BY HULK 😭😭I CANT BELIEVE I FORGOT ABOUT GHAT IT'S SO FUCKING FUNNY ESPECIALLY THE LITTLE WHIMPER HE LETS OUT 😭

more on the loki wanted them to win. erik was conscious enough when being controlled to create a safety feature when building the portal and everything

I don't get how people would blame the avengers for the destruction when all of it wouldve happened either way and most of them would be dead if the avengers werent there. ALSO it was a WAR maybe not a normal one but a war nonetheless. when has there EVER been a war without destruction? answer, NEVER EVER IN THE HISTORY OF EVER

cant see loki with that thing over his mouth without thinking if the scene in endgame when it's revealed it was be cause he wouldnt shut up. I think it's so funny he was literally waging war on earth after everything with thanos and then when he's had his ass handed to him he just goes back to his little annoying shenanigans 😭 like turning into cap and mocking him. he's such a funny little guy I love him

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