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wildshona · 17 days ago

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Drinks All Round

NOTE: So as this is to let you know what happened yesterday at Toni’s I thought I would look back at what I had written about our last visit two weeks ago. And there was I crowing in a note after that story that I had made extra effort on Grammar and spelling. How you must have laughed. Anyway I’m not going to bother going back to the original post and edit it but I thought I would say that it was the Prince of Wales not the Prince of Waled who effectively invented the dinner Jacket (tuxedo). As I had told you it had happened in India there were many reasons for confusion. Oh, and yes there is dialogue in this post and no of course I don’t remember it exactly but I’m giving you the sense of it. OK?

Anyway, on with the update. We bowled up to Toni’s at our usual time and as soon as Mrs Lewis let us in Zoe was dashing off to the pool rapidly followed by Ina who had taken Zoe’s swim bag. As a reminder Ina is the new Romanian staff member who appears to be some sort of maid but also has special Zoe duties. Amelia and I followed at a more adult pace and by the time we got to the pool changing room, after saying hello to a naked Toni doing laps, Zoe was already half into her swimming costume and Ina was stripped down to nothing and putting a bikini on.

“I teach the little princess to properly swim. It is my job, yes.”

Well ok then. When Toni is organising things it is a good idea to go with the flow.

No splashing and playing for Zoe until she had done a half hour proper lesson with Ina. Suited me. I mean I like playing with Zoe but just swimming along for a while in my own nakedness was good. Amelia, who still hasn’t got beyond topless, seemed at a bit of a loose end without Zoe to look after but it was only for half an hour.

“The Little Princess will soon be a good swimmer,” Ina announced, “she is good girl and listens to instructions. Miss Toni, I go get dressed now,”

Well, Zoe would be good at taking instructions. She had spent three years with daddy, which at least ended before he could ruin her.

Ina went off and it was splash and play time until Zoe got tired at which point, as if by magic, Mrs Lewis arrived with cocktails for the grown ups and chocolate ice cream for the little girl who had announced to us all that she liked being called Little Princess. I am sure calling her Your Highness will pall at some stage but it is fun for now.

Chris arrived a little later and went to the changing rooms and emerged wearing swimming trunks to do a few laps. He told us he had brought clothes for us to change into for dinner. Chris confessed later that Toni had rung him to describe the vibe she was looking for and it had been his job to go through my wardrobe and Amelia’s newly filling wardrobe to procure what was required.

We had another drink while Ina carried Zoe off to get chocolate ice cream cleaned off her face and have a nap. And then it was time to shower and see what we had to wear.

I had kind of got used to dark colours and sophistication when I’m around Toni so I was a bit surprised to find a pink mini-dress, white stockings which didn’t reach the hem of the dress and pink high heels. The whole thing screamed bimbo slut considering the neckline is very low and I have to be careful to keep my nipples in when I lean forward and it is really tight round the arse. Just in case you think I am having a change of style in colour terms I should just let you know that it was bought for a hen night and fitted with the theme the bride had in mind – who was a stripper friend of Tiffany’s (a friend of mine long story) and really is the spirit of BIMBO. That hen night had been so successful the wedding was cancelled and a month later she married some guy she met on the stag night.

OK, diversion and explanation complete. I couldn’t wait to see what Amelia was wearing.

As it turned out Amelia was wearing a deep purple cocktail dress with a bodice that tied behind the neck. As it was backless you could see she was also braless. Toni was looking as sophisticated as ever in a long black number that had side slits and a Basque bodice, Black stockings and her signature dagger thin high heels. Chris was in a dinner jacket. I looks way out of theme until Ina brought the Little Princess in wearing her favourite princess concoction from the week before.

“Look,” she giggled, “Auntie Shona is a princess this week.”

May the Goddess give me strength not to roll around at the innocence of small children. And may she stay so for years to come yet.

The meal was as good as always and, of course we all thanked Mrs Lewis who was assisted by Ina who I swear had a shorter maid outfit than two weeks ago. While we were eating Toni gave us the plan for next Saturday, the first evening of Yule and the most important of the twelve days as it is she longest night that opens up to the days getting longer. There will be a children’s party in the afternoon with a forest animal theme with entertainers a all sorts of goodies. That will go on until six. Then later there will be a party for adults. Ina will go home with us and stay behind when we come to the party in the evening, Ina will look after Zoe and stay the night.

Zoe got very excited at that and after dinner she went to her fairy castle in the lounge with Ina to tell the little dolls all about it. While the grown ups drank some nice red wine.

Then to the sofas when Zoe was whisked off upstairs to bed by Ina.

Toni?

Yes sweetie.

Why am I dressed like a bimbo?

Because it pleases me sweetie.

Well, you can’t argue with pleasing Toni.

Amelia darling I noticed two weeks ago when you were topless in the pool and Zoe was pressing on your breasts because you were topless that you are still lactating.

Amelia inevitably went bright red.

Yes, I am Toni, Zoe still likes to take milk sometimes especially when she wants to go to sleep, a sort of late night snack.

There was a discussion about lactating and Toni’s view that whatever society says she should breast feed for as long as there is a demand. I won’t bore you with the conversation and to be honest I stopped paying attention when, as usual, Toni slid her hand down my dress and started to fondle my tits – which had happened a lot on the hen night.

My attention jerked back into gear when I heard Toni say,

Well it is late night and, Amelia dearest, I think I would rather like a snack.

I don’t understand.

Come and stand in front of me, Amelia, closer dear.

Amelia obeys instructions almost without thought and Chris is behind Amelia untying the halter top so that the top falls forward and her breasts are exposed, hard rigid nipples and all.

Now, I know I have come across as having a bit of tit envy when it comes to my sister but honestly they are nice and bigger than mine – and even bigger cos they are full of milk.

Chris helped Amelia take a few more steps closer so that Toni only had to lean forward to take a nipple in her mouth and her breast in a hand to squeeze the milk into her mouth.

Hmmmmmmmm.

She paused, withdrew her mouth, looked at me, Go on Bimbo sweetie, have some yourself. I maen Chris had to be hard right cos right now there was Toni palpating milk into her mouth with one hand, her other hand down my top and I am sucking on Amelia’s other tit and I can tell you her milk is very sweet.

Oh yes, Chris was hard cos now his cock is out and hi is slowly wanking on it.

Toni takes her mouth away

Bimbo sweetie, your man needs you to drink something else.

So there I am kneeling on a rug in the lounge with my tits out and my mouth sucking on Chris’s cock while Amelia has been pulled down to lie with her head on Toni’s lap and Toni’s hands are playing with the milk she is still teasing from Amelia’s tits with her fingers.

You see, Amelia dearest, you have been taught that Shona is a slut and a whore so I had her dress as a bimbo just for you. But she does look like she is enjoying herself don’t you think? And you were taught to be such a good girl, a good wife but you knew didn’t you that whenever you did what you were told and he fucked you your father was really making you a bad girl as society sees it.

Do you think you should really look down on her?

Chris told me later that I had never given him such an average blow job although he knew it was because I was listening in. I will make up for it.

I don’t look down on her. I wish I could be so free.

Well let us make a start.

I have to admit I was slightly jealous when Toni pulled Amelia up and gave her a long deep kiss. It certainly affected Chris because he was pulling me up and pushing me down on to the other sofa, opening my legs and he was in me.

And I was gone. My head went straight in to pleasure mode and I was cumming in seconds, I mean I had been wet and tingling ever since Toni had first put her hand down my dress. Chris loves it when I cum, he says it feel like riding an earthquake and this one was going to have lots of aftershocks because he was going to take his time. He started with me legs open and him on top of me but it is hardly his favourite position so he pulled my legs up to his shoulders and I felt him go even deeper, pounding on my cervix.

I looked to the side and Toni was sitting, a hand between her legs finger fucking herself with Amelia doing the same thing sitting next to her. They were finger fucking watching live porn. And it was Amelia who actually came first as Chris pulled out flipped me over, pulled me on to my hands and knees and re-enterd me from behind fucking in and out of me furiously.

Yes, go on bimbo slut, make him cum. Where was the sophisticated Toni. Lost in her oen cum drenched lust. And then they were standing next to us and then Amelia is sitting on the sofa by my head kissing me and telling me she’s sorry and she loves me and i’m crying and trying to tell her i love her and i forgive her and I can feel Chris cum in me and Toni’s hand slap down on my arse as I kiss Amelia over and over and over and i’m crying and Amelia is crying and I think even Chris is crying and at some stage I look at Toni and she is smiling.

Chris says it is time to go but Toni disagrees. This is a night to stay together. So I sleep with Amelia – just sleep and cuddles. Chris had to go home because he had to get up at five to travel. At some stage in the night Toni joined us, lying so I was between her and Amelia. No sex just loving cuddles.

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wordsarelife · 1 year ago

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lacy

pairing: peter parker (mcu) x fem!fitzsimmons!reader

summary: peter parker was everything you wanted to be, but you just couldn't hate him for it

warnings: a few little spoilers for agents of shield, this is not as sad as i wanted it to be, but whatever

notes: reader is fitzsimmons daughter! i imagine them to be pretty young parents, she might be about 16 while they're 36

you weren't sure when your obsession with peter parker had begun, but you were sure that it was psychotic at this point. you couldn't help it. there was a thin line between love and hate and you danced it every day.

your problem was that you just couldn't hate him. you honestly wished you could, be he was perfect and he was nice and you wanted to be everything that he already was.

he was a hero and you wished you could help the people like he did. you weren't special. you didn't have any abilities, you mostly stuck to the lab and spend most your time inventing things for the people that were special.

ever since your parents team had finished their last mission your mother and father had settled into the avengers facility. they decided to only work from here, after they had had you, to keep you and each other safe. and naturally, you followed their example. you were incredibly smart, and how couldn't you? you were the daughter of the most brilliant scientiests shield and the world had ever seen.

it was your dream to leave these halls and go on missions like your parents used to, but they knew the danger and wanted to keep you safe. you were homeschooled and almost never left the tower. you were like rapunzel if she had been academically gifted.

this was your personal prison and you couldn't help but wonder if this was all you were fit for.

and then came peter. he was the same age as you and he was the living proof that there was always something more to aspire, that you wouldn't ever be able to reach.

maybe it was that self-destructive behaviour, but sometimes you wished that something would bite you or that someone would experiment on you, just so you could have what they had. this jealousy made you bitter. you didn't want to be like this, and you hated yourself for basically throwing longing glances after peter every day.

"hey, sweetheart" your dad stuck his head through the door of the labatory

"hey" you smiled softly

he walked into the room, your lab coat in hand. "you forgot it in the living room"

"thanks, dad" he smiled and patted your shoulder

"peter is on his way, his suit needs some adjustments i think"

you nodded and your father left the room. you turned your back to the door and began searching the material you would need to work on the spider-man suit.

peter parker was making his way down the hall towards you lab in the same time. what you didn't know was, that he probably had the same admiration for you as you for him. he would watch you any time you didn't look. he knew that your parents on their own were smarter than tony stark, so you were like magic to him. besides that you were beautiful and funny and he wished that you would look at him like your mum looked at your dad. that was the kind of love he was longing for

"peter" you said surprised as you noticed the boy leaning in the doorway

"hey" peter smiled, stepping inside the room, after you had nodded at him

"how can i help you?" you gently took the suit from his hands

"uuh, just some suit adjustments"

"why didn't you ask uncle tony to adjust it? he build the suit, didn't he?"

"you're smarter than him" he said quickly, not wanting to reveal the real reason. he would do anything to be in your presence

"i know that" you laughed "but this is a new one" you turned the fabric around. "nano-tech" you noticed "i'm not sure if i have the right tools to work on that"

"oh" peter just said, trying to think of something else to ask you "could you take a look at my web-shooters?"

"sure" you smiled. it wasn't the first time that peter made you take a look at things that were either completely fine or he could fix himself. it made you wonder if he did it to make you even more jealous. "is something wrong with them?"

"i'm not sure" peter scratched his neck "you're better than me with those things, i'm sure you will notice if there is a problem" he was proud, he could flatter you with his answer

you had to smile. and if he just did all this to make you jealous, he was so nice, you couldn't even hate him for it.

after inspecting the shooters for a few minutes, you gave them back. "they seem fine to me"

"okay" peter said "thank you" he grabbed his things and left the room, looking at you for a last time, before he walked down the hallway

he had hoped that you would eventually get the hint. you were smart enough to know that he could fix any web-shooter problem himself, but he wasn't sure how to reach you if it hadn't to do with what you could do best. to peter's luck your social competence was at the same level as that of your father, you didn't even think that he would visit your lab just to see you and not to anger you

you took a look at the clock, noticing that it was almost time for dinner. you took off the lab coat and your gloves, before you made your way downstairs. today was sunday, which meant that the whole team would eat together.

before you walked into the big dining room, you made a stop at your family's apartment.

"alya?" you called. you opened the door to your sisters room. she was playing on the floor together with deke.

"i'm not quiet sure you should be doing this" you grabbed your sister from the floor. she was about two years old now.

"quality time with my mother, why not?" deke stood behind you while you changed alya out of her pyjama

"because your mother is a toddler right now" you rolled your eyes. "i'm sure nana and bobo would agree with me" you said sarcastically, using the nicknames deke always used with your parents

"only bobo would" he corrected "nana would think i'm the cutest"

"sure" you shrugged, adjusting alya on your hip "are you coming to dinner or are you gonna continue hiding in here?"

"like you do in your lab?" he asked

"that's not the same and you know that" you shook your head "i'm not hiding, i'm working and it's not like i don't want to be outside of this building"

"sure" deke followed you out of the apartment and down the hallway to the labs. you knocked on the door

"mum, dad" you called "dinner!"

"just think about it!" deke encouraged "meeting different people.. boys" he smirked

"stop talking like this" you shook your head, disgusted "you're my nephew"

"and currently i'm like fifteen years older than you" he shrugged "and what you need is a bit experience in terms of da-"

fitz had just stepped into the hallway at the same second and left deke no other choice than to finish his sentence differently

"-ta analysis"

fitz nodded proudly "he's right, monkey. there is no science without data analysis, it rolls off the tongue amazingly, don't you think?"

your mum, who had just left the room looked between her husband and grandson confused.

"let's just go to dinner" you suggested "maybe leave the lab coats"

your family walked down the hallway together. despite you being too late, the table was entirely empty except for peter and vision.

"huh?" fitz wondered

"a new mission?" jemma asked vision and took alya out of your arms to seat her in the high chair

"indeed, doctor simmons" vision nodded "the team has been called to an emergency. peter wasn't wanted, that is why he is here"

"thank you, vision" peter smiled sarcastically

the sarcasm didn't quiet reach vision though. "not a problem"

deke and you were the last two people standing. before you could react, deke had sat down beside vision, leaving the last avaible seat next to peter. of course the table was huge, but it would be weird to sit down away from the others, so you obligated.

deke motioned to peter with his eyes. 'experience in terms of dating' he mouthed

'shut up' you mouthed back, trying to ignore him for the rest of dinner.

"so.." peter turned to look at you "how is school going, ms genuis?"

"pretty good, i'd say" you laughed awkwardly, shoving a few fries into your mouth "my teachers are happy with my performance"

"don't be silly, darling" your mother chimed in "her teachers are astounished by her workload. but yours must be too, peter. tony tells me, you are quiet intelligent yourself"

"ehh, thank you, doctor simmons" peter smiled

"jemma is just fine" your mother looked between you and peter. she had noticed how you looked at each other

"okay" peter nodded "thank you, jemma"

"yeah, you can still call me agent fitz" your father smiled his typical smile that he would use on people he didn't like. he had just decided that he loathed the boy and definetly the way he was looking at his daughter

"fitz!" jemma scolded, but fitz just shrugged his shoulders

"i'm actually a big fan" peter said, making all heads turn to him "your work on agent coulsons team was incredible!" he complimented

"thank you, peter" jemma smiled flattered

"and y/n is so brilliant!" he went even further "she always helps me with my stuff and she invents incredible things!"

"she's amazing, we know that" fitz rolled his eyes. he was probably the proudest of you and knew how brilliant you were, he didn't need some boy to tell him

"be nice, bobo" deke smiled brightly at peter "peter, do you happen to have a girlfriend?"

fitz choked on his water, your eyes grew big, vision looked confused and peter laughed awkwardly

"n-no" he said "why do you ask?"

"whoa" fitz stood up from the table, dragging you out of your seat "look at the time! it's already so late. we have to get back to work, jemma" he pushed you towards your sister "would you get alya ready for her nap, y/n? and deke you'll help her, yeah?"

"i thought i wasn't allowed to take care of mum" deke said confused "paradoxon and all"

"just do it" fitz said aggressively

"see you, y/n!" peter could only say right before fitz pushed you and deke down the hallway, alya in your arms.

"what do you think about peter?" deke stood next to you, while you were busy putting alya into her romper

"i love petey!" alya giggled

"you don't" you shook your head at her "you don't even know him. what about him, deke?"

"he's cute, isn't he?"

"something you want to tell me?" you asked your nephew (yeah, definetly weird) while you put alya down in her crib and left the room, deke close behind you

"of course not for me. for you, nini" ever since you had found out about your relation he had called you that. just like he called you parents nana and bobo

"for me?" you wondered "you know that i don't even like him?"

"your eyes tell another story! you're always looking at him"

"because he can do everything i want to do!" you argued "i wish i could go outside and safe the world, but i'm always stuck in that stupid lab"

"you love science!" deke laughed, like he couldn't believe what you were saying "you're incredible at it!"

"i wish i wasn't" you sat down on the couch "maybe i could actually do something then" your eyes fell on the clock "i have to go back to the lab and finish some stats for uncle tony. don't play with your mother!" you quickly left the apartment, before deke could get another word in

"y/n, you're beautiful and funny" you looked around confused, before you noticed the sound coming out of your very own lab

"peter?" you asked when you opened the door and saw him standing in the middle of the room

"y/n!" peter exclaimed surprised "what are you doing here?"

"i work.. here?" you stepped into the room and closed the door behind you "another problem with the web-shooters?" you asked, grabbing your coat from it's hanger

"no, i actually came here to talk to you"

you raised your eyebrows

peter took a shaky breath "y/n" he said "you're beautiful and funny and incredibly brilliant"

you crossed your arms, confused in which direction this was going

"and i wanted to know if you'd go on a date with me?"

"a date?" you repeated, peter nodded "why?"

"w-why?" peter seemed like he did not think you would ask such a question

"you're a superhero" you reminded "why would you want to go out with me? you do know that i don't have any superpowers, right?"

peter almost had to laugh. you didn't seem like you were offended or sad that you wouldn't fit in the same social circle, but more like you couldn't crompehend why he would ask you out. just coming from a logical perspective

"i know" peter smiled "you're so much more than that! you're incredible at what you do, i wish i was that smart"

"but you are" you said, still confused "and you have super strength which is another pro"

"y/n" peter breathed "i don't think you understand what i'm trying to say"

"are you making fun of me?" you wondered "make me even more jealous?"

"jealous?" peter laughed "jealous of what? that i can maybe name the first ten numbers of pi?"

"that's not a lot" you mumbled

"i know!" peter laughed "that's what i'm saying! you're so much better at literally everything, why would you be jealous?"

"you're a hero"

"and you aren't?" peter's eyes grew soft as he noticed that you really didn't think of yourself as a hero, quite contrary to what he thought of you "how am i supposed to be a hero without my web-shooters or my suit? if you hadn't improved the shooters, i would've died last year. you don't seem to realize that your inventions save lives. not only my life, but those of the avengers, of thousands of people"

"thank you, peter" you smiled "but i don't do the actual saving"

"that's why we're a team, no one could do any saving without each other"

"i never thought about it like this" you said honestly. it was a bit like a weight had just been lifted off your shoulder. you never thought that anyone aprreciated or even noticed the work that you did in your lab. but peter had. just like you had always noticed everything about him. but only now did you realize that the feeling you had harboured wasn't envy, but love. you had loved him from the first moment on and you had loved him for what he was.

"i could never do what you do" you said "and that's okay"

"yeah" peter nodded "and you love what you do, don't you?" he stepped closer to you and you looked up at him. "did i ever tell you that you were beautiful?" he asked

"yeah" you breathed "like five minutes ago"

"no harm in saying it again" peter stepped even closer "can i kiss you?"

you nodded quickly. peter came even closer and planted a featherlight kiss onto your mouth

"i think i like you more than anyone i ever knew" you whispered "so much even i thought i should hate you"

peter paused, confused before he nodded "i'll take that. me too"

and with that he kissed you again. you deepened the kiss, your hands going into his hair, until you heard a beeping noise.

"what was that?" peter wondered

you looked behind him to confirm your suspicion "deke listened in through the baby monitor" you would keep it with you, because your lab was closest to the apartment and because your parents often couldn't check on alya when they were in the middle of an experiment. you didn't mind though, she almost never cried.

peter turned around to look at the monitor. deke was closer to the camera than you had wanted him to be, his face plastered over the entire display. "i'm so happy for you, nini!" he smiled brightly

"can he see us?" peter whispered

you shook your head "just ignore him"

peter laughed and kissed you again, while deke quickly pulled the plug of the monitor the moment he heard your lab coat hit the floor.

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zapreportsblog · 1 year ago

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↱ opposites attract ↰

➘ summary : (y/n) is an avenger in training, she works closely with Steve rogers and Bucky Barnes because she too is a super solider, one of the newest types hydra has created. She can reach faster speeds, has stronger scenes and even powers. Unlike the two men she was grown in a lab and taught their ways from a young age but now that she’s under the avengers belt they’ll do all that they can to make sure she further grows up using her her abilities for the greater good; only problem with that is she’s no longer in their timeline much less their world. Tony’s newest invention sends her to another world known as pandora, now how ever will she survive on her own without her two super soldier guardians by her side. Will she make it on her own? Is she even truly alone in this mysterious world? And why is this blue boy constantly following her around?!

➘ a/n : we doing this shit mfs, we on a whole chapter one now

➘ chapter one : potential

The room was bathed in a soft, ethereal light, casting gentle shadows on the intricate talismans and sigils that adorned the walls. The air held an almost palpable sense of magic, woven seamlessly into the very fabric of the space. (Y/N) sat on the edge of the bed, her gaze fixed on the mesmerizing patterns that danced across the walls.

Since arriving at the Avengers' facility, (Y/N) had been confined to this unique room, a space that was more like a blend of a cell and a bedroom. Stark technology and mystical wards collaborated to create an environment where her abilities were contained, yet her comfort wasn't compromised.

Footsteps echoed in the corridor outside, and the heavy door swung open to reveal Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes. They entered with a warmth in their eyes, a silent understanding of what it was like to grapple with a past riddled with experimentation and manipulation.

"Hey, (Y/N)," Steve greeted with a reassuring smile, sitting down beside her. "How are you holding up?"

(Y/N) managed a small smile, appreciating their consistent visits. "I'm… adjusting, I guess."

Bucky leaned against the wall, his gaze steady. "It's not an easy transition, but you've got the best people in the world watching over you."

As they talked, their conversations ranged from shared experiences to hopes for the future. Bucky recounted stories of his own struggles, offering advice on how to navigate the complexities of newfound powers. Steve, on the other hand, provided a steadying presence, fostering a sense of security that had been absent from (Y/N)'s life for far too long.

In the following days, it became a routine. Visits from Steve and Bucky were punctuated by appearances from Wanda Maximoff and Vision. Wanda's empathy was a balm for (Y/N)'s wounded soul, and Vision's unique perspective on humanity provided a refreshing outlook on her circumstances.

One afternoon, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Wanda entered the room with Vision by her side. They both settled on the bed, the glow of the room enhancing Vision's otherworldly aura.

"You know," Vision began, his voice carrying a hint of warmth, "while we all come from different backgrounds, we share a bond forged in the crucible of adversity."

Wanda nodded in agreement. "We've learned that our past doesn't define us. It's what we choose to do with our abilities that matters."

(Y/N) looked from Steve and Bucky to Wanda and Vision, a mix of emotions swirling within her. Gratitude for their presence, a glimmer of hope for what lay ahead, and a lingering fear of her own potential.

Over time, Steve's role evolved into something more than just a mentor. His unwavering belief in (Y/N)'s ability to rise above her past began to form a bond reminiscent of a protective father figure. While the talismans and sigils were symbols of containment, Steve's presence was a beacon of guidance and possibility.

As days turned into weeks, (Y/N) gradually found herself embracing the connections she had forged. Sure she had been raised by hydra but they didn’t have this sort of bond she sees with avengers

Unexpected one day a new member stopped by for a visit and it happened to be the infamous Tony Stark. Tony's visits had been anticipated, yet when the heavy door swung open to reveal him standing there, the atmosphere grew tense. (Y/N) shifted uncomfortably on the bed, her eyes flickering to the floor.

"Hey," Tony greeted, his tone carrying a mixture of uncertainty and forced casualness.

"Hi," (Y/N) replied, her voice a little softer than she had intended.

There was a silence that hung between them, heavy with unspoken words and the weight of past actions. Tony's gaze settled on the talismans and sigils that adorned the room, his expression inscrutable.

"Pretty impressive decorations they've got here," he remarked, attempting to break the ice. The room didn’t have much in it, a 80 inch tv on the wall, a queen sized upholstered bed lined with dark blue and a mixture of white sheets, a simple desk in the corner with a chair used for when (y/n) wanted to write down about her day - Steve suggested that activity and a closet that held not that many clothes but enough to where she can pick out something different for the whole month.

(Y/N) nodded, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her shirt. "Yeah, they're… something."

Tony cleared his throat, his discomfort palpable. "Listen, about everything that happened before… with Hydra and all, I just want you to know that I… I made some bad calls."

(Y/N) glanced up at him, her eyes searching his face for any sign of sincerity. "Yeah, I know. It's just… hard to forget."

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Look, I didn't have all the facts back then. I acted based on what I knew at the time."

(Y/N) nodded slowly, the tension between them slowly easing. "I get that. But it doesn't change what I went through because of those decisions."

During her first time arriving at the base Tony was what people would call “an hardass” regardless of what she was doing he also made a comment on it in a way that brought down her self confidence which was funny because as the literal embodiment of evil she was nothing like what one would expect.

Tony's gaze shifted away, his guilt evident. "No, it doesn't. And for that, I'm truly sorry."

More silence settled between them, but this time, it felt less stifling. They were both grappling with their own regrets and their own attempts at making amends.

"I didn't come here to offer excuses," Tony admitted, his voice softer. "I just… wanted to make sure you were doing okay."

(Y/N) met his gaze, a mixture of emotions playing across her features. "I appreciate that. And I'm… trying to be okay." It was true she was trying, she attended weekly meetings sessions with Dr. Bruce Banner and many other scientists who would draw her blood and make sure she was in good health whiles also testing her abilities, she was unknown and unlike anything they’ve ever encountered before which was an understatement.

Not many people could say they had a literal demon inside of them.

He nodded, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Well, you're stronger than you think. And you've got a good support system here."

They exchanged a small, understanding smile, the tension between them slowly dissolving. The awkwardness remained, but it was mingled with a sense of possibility – the possibility of forgiveness and growth.

As Tony turned to leave, (Y/N) spoke up, her voice tentative. "Thanks, Tony. For coming."

He looked back at her, a genuine warmth in his eyes. "Anytime kid. We’re all in this together, whether we like it or not."

And with that, he left the room, leaving behind a lingering sense of connection that had begun to mend the fractures of the past. It was awkward, it was imperfect, but it was a step forward – a step toward healing the wounds that had festered for far too long.

(Y/n) and Natasha, who is known as Black Widow, had a training session together, weekly at that. Even though Natasha didn’t agreed with her team matés decision over time she begin changing her mind, (y/n) was much like her. A young girl raised at the hands of evil individuals for their own sick pleasure, sure this young girl had a demon or something of that sorts bonded inside of her to her every being and self but that didn’t make her any less of a victim so Natasha offered to help (y/n) refine her powers and combat skills.

Whiles Wanda helped her with magical abilities and occasionally Dr.Strange when he wasn’t busy, Natasha thought that it would be good to bond with the girl over something mutual; sparring.

One morning, as sunlight filtered through the window, (Y/N) found herself in the training area, a space equipped with various equipment and padded mats. Standing across from her was Natasha Romanoff, also known as the Black Widow, a formidable and highly skilled member of the Avengers.

"Ready for this?" Natasha asked, a hint of challenge in her voice, she remembered the first time the female across from her and her sparred against one another. It was the day of the mission and Natasha wasn’t proud to say that she got her ass handed to her so really this would come in handy to them both.

(Y/N) nodded, her heart pounding in anticipation. "Yeah, let's do it."

They began with a series of warm-up exercises such as push ups, sit ups and stretches, gradually increasing the intensity until, they moved on to sparring. Their movements fluid and calculated. Despite her powers, (Y/N) quickly realized the depth of Natasha's combat experience. Each move Natasha made seemed perfectly timed and executed, making it clear that she was a force to be reckoned with but (y/n) wasn’t one to be taken lightly either. Aside from being given powers she was trained since the young age of three to be able to fight in multiple styles and learn to adapt in order to survive.

(Y/N) ducked under a swift punch from Natasha, countering with a telekinetic push. Natasha gracefully dodged the attack, her movements a blur of grace and precision. Their sparring continued, a dance of power and strategy.

Natasha parried (Y/N)'s strikes with a skill that only came from years of training. "You've got potential," she commented between exchanges, her tone encouraging. "But you need to blend your powers with your physical moves. It'll give you an edge."

(Y/N) absorbed the advice, her determination growing. She focused on combining her telekinesis with her punches and kicks, finding a rhythm that was uniquely her own.

As the session continued, Natasha's guidance became invaluable. She showed (Y/N) how to anticipate her opponent's movements, how to use her powers to control the flow of the fight, and how to exploit weaknesses. Despite the intensity of the training, there was an underlying camaraderie between them, a shared understanding of the challenges they both faced.

After what felt like both an eternity and a fleeting moment, they finally paused, catching their breath. (Y/N)'s muscles were tense, her body aching from the exertion, but she couldn't help the sense of accomplishment that washed over her.

Natasha smirked, clearly pleased with (Y/N)'s progress. "You've got potential," she repeated, this time with a hint of a smile.

(Y/N) returned the smile, gratitude evident in her eyes. "Thanks, Natasha. I couldn't have asked for a better teacher."

Natasha's gaze softened, and she gave a nod of acknowledgment. "We all have our strengths. Learning from each other is how we grow."

As they left the training area, (Y/N) felt a newfound determination to refine her abilities and become a more capable member of the team. Natasha's mentorship had opened a door to a world of possibilities, reminding (Y/N) that she was more than her past – she was someone who could shape her own destiny, with the guidance of those who believed in her.

After the training session, (Y/N) returned to her room, still feeling the pleasant burn of exertion in her muscles. She was lost in her thoughts when a knock at the door drew her attention. She opened it to find Steve Rogers standing there, a warm smile on his face.

"Hey, how was training?" Steve asked, his blue eyes reflecting genuine interest.

"It was good," (Y/N) replied, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips. "Natasha's been helping me refine my skills."

"That's great to hear," Steve said. "Listen, we're having a team dinner tonight. Thought you might want to join us. It's a chance for everyone to relax."

(Y/N) hesitated, feeling a bit uncertain about the prospect of mingling with the team outside of training. "I appreciate the invitation, but I'm not sure..."

Steve's smile was reassuring. "It's alright, take your time to think about it. We'd love to have you there, but there's no pressure."

As Steve turned to leave, (Y/N) took a breath and spoke up. "Actually, I think I'll come."

Steve turned back, his smile widening. "That's great to hear. We'll be in the common area when you're ready."

Later that evening, (Y/N) found herself in the midst of the team, gathered around a large table laden with food. The atmosphere was a mixture of camaraderie and light-hearted banter. (Y/N) felt a bit out of place at first, but she forced herself to relax and engage in the conversation.

Clint Barton, known as Hawkeye, leaned back in his chair and looked over at (Y/N) with a mischievous grin. "Hey, (Y/N), you remember the first time we met? Heard you gave my team mates quite the ass whooping."

A chuckle rippled through the group as (Y/N) couldn't help but blush at the memory. "Yeah, I guess I was a bit... defensive."

Sam Wilson, also known as Falcon, chimed in with a laugh. "Defensive? More like super-powered butt-kicker."

"True story," Natasha added, a playful glint in her eyes.

(Y/N) couldn't help but smile, the tension of the evening dissipating. "I didn't exactly make the best first impression, did I?"

"No, but you definitely made a memorable one," Clint replied with a wink.

The stories flowed, each teammate recounting their initial encounters with (Y/N) and the unique challenges she had posed. The awkwardness (Y/N) had initially felt was replaced by a sense of camaraderie and shared experiences.

Steve raised his glass in a toast, his expression earnest. "To (Y/N), a valuable member of our team and a force to be reckoned with."

The clinking of glasses filled the room, and (Y/N) couldn't help but feel a warmth in her chest. She had come a long way since her arrival, and as she looked around the table at her newfound friends, she realized that she was no longer defined by her past – she was defined by the present and the potential she held within herself.

As laughter and conversation continued to fill the air, (Y/N) knew that she had found a place where she truly belonged – among a group of individuals who saw her for who she was and believed in her capacity for greatness.

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Since you stated Sol wouldn't allow himself to be left in the dust by either of his main rivals, do you think that he'll try to compensate by relying more on his other magic, such as Masterghost, or maybe develop new gadgets (we've seen throughout all of Ishiwatari's illustrations that Sol's created a myriad of different weapons and items outside of the Outrage)?

Sol is quite the inventor, so it wouldn't be unreasonable to expect him to invent several tricks up his sleeves.

I don't compare him with Tony Stark, exactly, but Sol is creative on that level.

Still, Sol is a rough and tumble individual, so fighting is something he will probably never give up on (even as a hobby).

It might just be something Jack-O' will have to get used to!

As for "compensation", I don't necessarily believe he'll change all that much. Even if the odds were stacked against him like they were with I-No, he'll still find a way to fight back on his own terms.

Though I suspect he won't take as many risks in his fighting style like he used to. Many people have told him he leaves himself wide open on many occasions (taking unnecessary damage and relying too much on his regenerative powers as a Gear).

He also appears to be interested in re-learning Sacred Order combat techniques from Ky as well, so that will be interesting to see as well!

#Sol Badguy #Frederick Bulsara

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statisticalcats2 · 1 year ago

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Quentin truly is the counterpart to Tony.

Tony has no superpowers, just his smarts and his inventions. And in a world of enhanced superpeople he became one of the main heroes, a recognized protector and defender of the planet. He stands equal to the enhanced and the alien.

Quentin has no superpowers, just his brains and his inventions. And in a world of magic-wielding maybe-gods and powerful aliens with even more powerful weapons, he stood beside them as an effective villain, manipulating and nearly defeating heroes more physically powerful than him. He stands equal to the enhanced and the alien.

Something about Tony holding his own against infinity stone-wielding Thanos and having Thanos acknowledge him as an equal

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Quentin breaking an enhanced superhero without even needing to directly fight him, placing himself into the effectiveness level of enhanced combatants and stronger-than-humans alien conquerors

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#marvel #mcu #tony stark #quentin beck #pro fiction safe

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fatummortem · 2 years ago

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Midnight Suns vs Characterization

So this is my views on the differences, just putting them down for reference considering I’m debating on making the Hunter & for Robbie. Probs touch base a little with the other characters in the game but it’s just me getting my thoughts out. The only storyline spoilers touched on is Johnny. Other is behind the scenes mention of things. So if ya wanna be fresh for the game pls don’t read. Unless you like spoilers then go to town. But there is no mention of major spoilers that exclude Johnny Blaze. Maybe a background spoiler on Peter.

Wanda’s story seems interesting to me, not sure about her disconnection with her brother & the lack of her kids though i suppose later on in comics that does happen. Nico i think is the closest to canon? Even maybe Blade’s story. though don’t quote me on that I'm not an avid Blade reader. Not really sure about the avengers side of it, i don’t read them anymore. Tony is the one with the most growth I’ve noticed? But if you do more than one playthru you lose it. Just for the fact the first five levels of friendship (and maybe 1 or 2 levels of the other form of friendship) carry over. So you miss out on most of his growth because you don’t get those scenes again.

Robbie, well Robbie mostly gets picked on? Literally when meditation comes up it’s said to empty your mind like Robbie’s head or what not in one conversation. o.0 Though I guess it’s nice to pick on someone within the team & Robbie doesn’t seem to mind but it just seems really odd because he’s really smart. He is stupid in the game when it comes to magic, considering he doesn’t have Johnny as a mentor (though the comics kinda went away from that too) it makes sense he couldn’t be well versed in it.

&& he’s a hardcore gamer? Like gaming while being a single parent is extremely hard. Especially if you have one job, you have to balance it perfectly & carefully so it doesn’t border on neglect. I mean it’s what I found because i’m a gamer & was a single parent.

Robbie, he balances school, a job, street racing & ghost riding. Like he literally has never gotten into a relationship bcuz raising his brother is his biggest concern. I guess if he played with his brother on off hours it could work but multiplayer games eat up more time, energy & money. It just seems to me that Robbie would put the money for gaming towards buying a wheelchair for Gabe as he mentioned what he can afford is the low rung. But I am extremely guilty of working for the ‘r’ us just to get a discount so i could game with my kiddo. Or waiting until taxes came around to actually buy games/systems i wanted when the kiddo was young & i still had custody. But i had to stay away from multiplayer games just to be able to stay focused on the kiddo.

I love the fact he does inventing with Peter, it is my favourite thing in game, that he gets to nerd out with Peter Parker & someone else later on. I mean there was a reference or easter egg to robbie racing Tony, which is amazing bcuz that is my favourite thing in the Avengers comics. which is just him asking about help with a wheelchair but i will take what i can get.

Robbie’s persona is mostly his Avengers run, but only if you weigh him down with like three weights of self doubt hanging around his neck at every turn. I mean yeah there was a few things that made him doubt things in comics, but that involved being magically controlled to kill innocents & his dreams about his own death. Which y’know would happen to most people.

The alteration to the ghost rider lore i'm kinda mixed/confused about. Robbie mentions his uncle was his nemesis. so it kinda ties it in with the fact he had never met Mephisto before. So I’m guessing his background he still didn’t sell his soul to become a ghost rider. But, instead of his car being the possessed thing, Robbie does infact have a spirit of vengeance inside of him. He names it Sparky. Which makes me crack up at it all the time.

That & the parchment seems to affect him while it didn’t with blaze? Blaze seems like this mashup between Johnny & Danny. Like they mixed together the harshness of how Johnny can be with Danny, Danny getting kicked out of being a Ghost Rider a few times & Johnny’s connection to carnie life.

Course Johnny being fired from it could be an assumption & he just got OLD and can’t change shape anymore. Maybe too much strain to his body?? He still has the increased leave a burning trail behind him thing and still can manipulate his shotgun. Infact Johnny seems to have all of the powers except for the bit about turning into a Ghost Rider (okay i have no idea of the penance stare so not all of them but he can do things you shouldn’t be able to do when you’re fired from being a ghost rider)

Johnny’s betrayal kinda backfires on him? Well i mean doubly so. He pissed of Robbie while doing it, mainly for the fact Robbie knows Hunter and the Solution Johnny finds or thinks he needs is really stupid for him as a chara. I will say him also betraying Robbie isn’t his fault, he was stupid about his agreement with Mephisto, which considering Johnny, that seems like a mistake he wouldn’t make. And considering some of the codex entries on Johnny or what comes up it’s a mistake he wouldn’t make. Though i guess anyone can have one of those absent minded ‘oh shit i shoulda thought of that loophole’ moment when dealing with a devil. On the other hand taking HUNTER TO MEPHISTO WITH A PART OF THE DARKHOLD NEARBY is painfully unsmart of Johnny. He just... ploop here have this being because they’re a danger to the existence of the world... >.> Johnny did you think things thru in this game??????? did the writers get hangry when they wrote you or just read the comic where Johnny’s not firing at all cylinders??

#ooc #midnight suns spoilers #this is long just to letcha know

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Tony Stark Why is Doctor Doom so powerful?

Doctor Doom, the arch-nemesis of the Fantastic Four and one of Marvel's most formidable villains, is a character steeped in complexity and power. His true name, Victor Von Doom, resonates with fans for both his intellect and his mastery over a unique blend of science and sorcery. Over the years, Doctor Doom has evolved into a symbol of ambition and revenge, often representing the darker sides of genius and power in the Marvel Universe. I will explore the various facets of Doctor Doom's power, examining the scientific and mystical abilities that contribute to his reputation as one of the most dangerous figures in comic book history. By delving into his background, motivations, and capabilities, we can gain a deeper understanding of why Doctor Doom is often regarded as Marvel's greatest villain.

Tony Stark Why is Doctor Doom so powerful (3) Victor Von Doom possesses one of the highest IQs in the Marvel Universe. His brilliance allows him to master various fields, including engineering, physics, and computer science. He is often compared to Tony Stark due to his advanced technological creations, which include his iconic armor and a multitude of weapons that give him superhuman capabilities. His intellect not only fuels his inventions but also enables him to devise complex plans and strategies to defeat his enemies. Doom is not just a scientist; he is also a skilled sorcerer. His studies in the mystical arts allow him to wield magic effectively, often rivaling characters like Doctor Strange. This dual mastery of science and sorcery makes him incredibly versatile in battle, as he can use technology and magic interchangeably to gain the upper hand.

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Doctor Doom's Power

Victor Von Doom was born in Latveria, where he experienced a tumultuous childhood marked by tragedy and ambition. His mother, a sorceress, died at the hands of the demon Mephisto, instilling in Doom a desire for knowledge and power to prevent such losses. This early trauma paved the way for his journey into the realms of both science and sorcery. Intellectual Mastery and Technological Genius Doctor Doom is known for his incredible intellect, often considered one of the smartest characters in the Marvel Universe. He possesses a PhD in physics and a deep understanding of both advanced technology and sorcery. Doom's intelligence allows him to construct complex devices, including his iconic suit of armour, which grants him superhuman abilities. As I have noted in my research, “Doom's technological prowess enables him to compete with heroes like Iron Man, often creating inventions that rival Stark's own technology.” His armour is equipped with a range of weapons and capabilities, including energy blasts, flight, and life support systems. The combination of his scientific knowledge and technological expertise provides him with an edge in battles against even the most formidable opponents.

Tony Stark Why is Doctor Doom so powerful (1)

Why Robert Downey Jr. is Playing Doctor Doom (1)

Doctor Doom's Mask A Deeper Look at Victor von Doom (1) Sorcery and Mystical Abilities In addition to his scientific acumen, Doctor Doom has mastered the mystical arts. After a series of events, including the sacrifice of his lover Valeria, he gained magical powers comparable to those of Doctor Strange. This dual mastery of science and sorcery is a defining feature of Doom's character, allowing him to harness the forces of magic to enhance his technological creations. As stated in the Marvel Database, “Doom's sorcery often gives him the upper hand in confrontations, allowing him to manipulate reality and summon mystical entities to aid him.” His spells and rituals are formidable, enabling him to challenge cosmic beings and manipulate the fabric of existence itself.

The Dual Nature of Doctor Doom's Power

The interplay between Doctor Doom's scientific and magical abilities creates a unique dynamic that sets him apart from other villains. While characters like Thanos rely primarily on brute strength or cosmic power, Doom's blend of intellect and sorcery makes him unpredictable and dangerous. Doom's intelligence is not limited to raw power; it extends to his ability to devise intricate plans and strategies. He is known for his cunning and strategic mind, often outsmarting his opponents through meticulous planning. This strategic approach is reflected in his quest for global domination, where he aims to impose his vision of order on a chaotic world. As I reflect on Doom's character, it's evident that his ambition drives him to seek power at any cost. His declaration, “I will not rest until the world kneels before me,” encapsulates his relentless pursuit of authority and control.

Robert Downey Jr.'s Return to Marvel as Doctor Doom Impresses Fans (1)

Doctor Doom vs. The Marvel Universe

Throughout his history, Doctor Doom has confronted numerous heroes and villains, often emerging as a significant threat. His ability to hold his own against characters like Thor and the Silver Surfer demonstrates his formidable nature. As noted in various analyses, “Doom's victories over heroes often stem from his ability to exploit their weaknesses and turn them against one another.” Notable Feats of Power - Confrontation with Galactus: In one storyline, Doom gains immense power by absorbing the abilities of Galactus, showcasing his capacity to wield god-like strength. - Defeating the Avengers: His tactical genius has allowed him to orchestrate plans that put the Avengers on the back foot, demonstrating his superiority in combat scenarios.

The Legacy of Doctor Doom

Doctor Doom’s legacy extends beyond mere power; he embodies the complex relationship between intelligence, ambition, and morality. His relentless pursuit of power and control raises questions about the ethical implications of such ambition. As I ponder over the stories surrounding Doom, it becomes clear that his character serves as a cautionary tale about the consequences of unchecked ambition.

Robert Downey Jr.'s Return to Marvel as Doctor Doom Impresses Fans (4) The Influence on Popular Culture Doctor Doom's influence is not confined to comic books; he has appeared in various forms of media, including television shows and films. His portrayal often highlights the duality of his character, balancing between a villain driven by revenge and a tragic figure shaped by loss. Conclusion In conclusion, Doctor Doom stands as a testament to the potential of human intellect and ambition, but also serves as a reminder of the dangers inherent in such pursuits. His mastery of both science and sorcery, coupled with his strategic cunning, makes him one of the most powerful and enduring characters in the Marvel Universe. For further reading on Doctor Doom's powers and his impact on the Marvel Universe, I recommend visiting authoritative sources such as the Marvel Database and Comic Book Resources. These platforms provide comprehensive insights into his character development and the intricate narratives surrounding him. By understanding the complexities of Doctor Doom, we can appreciate not only his formidable powers but also the intricate storytelling that has made him a lasting icon in comic book history. FAQ Q1: What are some of the most notable battles Doctor Doom has fought against superheroes? A1: Doctor Doom has fought many iconic battles against superheroes, including memorable confrontations with the Fantastic Four, where he often outsmarts them with his technology and magic. One notable instance is his battle against the Avengers in the Avengers: The Kang Dynasty storyline, where he uses cunning strategies to turn the team against itself. Another significant confrontation occurred in Secret Wars, where Doom managed to defeat heroes like Spider-Man and Thor by leveraging both his technology and sorcery. Q2: How does Doctor Doom's backstory influence his motivations and actions? A2: Doctor Doom's backstory is crucial to understanding his motivations. Growing up in a war-torn Latveria and experiencing the loss of his mother at a young age instilled in him a deep desire for control and power. His traumatic past drives him to seek vengeance against those he blames for his suffering, including Reed Richards (Mr. Fantastic) and the Fantastic Four. Doom believes that by imposing his order on the world, he can prevent further loss and chaos, which fuels his ambition and often ruthless actions. Q3: In what ways does Doctor Doom challenge the traditional notion of a villain in comic books? A3: Doctor Doom challenges the traditional notion of a villain by being a complex character who often exhibits traits of a tragic hero. Unlike many villains who operate purely out of greed or malice, Doom's actions are rooted in his personal experiences and a misguided sense of justice. His ambition to save the world from chaos, even at the cost of individual freedoms, raises ethical questions about his methods. This complexity makes him a more relatable and intriguing character, as readers can empathize with his motivations despite his villainous actions. Read the full article

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My Favorite Scene From Arcane Season 2

There was a debate on Reddit about what genre Arcane falls into - the word "steampunk" comes to mind, but I appreciate how some people characterized it as "magitech." This genre is covered in TVTropes, and boils down to "a world where magic is studied like science."

Wisecrack says that in the world of Final Fantasy 6, magic and technology are used almost interchangeably. Final Fantasy 6 and Arcane have similarities:

-In both worlds, magic existed for some period of time and led to destruction/misery

-In both worlds, ambitious people attempt to bring magic back and are initially met with resistance

The similarities, now that I think about it, kind of stop there. In Final Fantasy 6, magic is this ominous thing that the world is arguably better without - the heroes of the story pursue it out of necessity as a means to match their enemies, but are also happy to part with it. In Arcane, magic is treated as a necessity.

*Spoilers*

...or is it? In this other universe, hextech does not exist and everything seems rather perfect. Usually when this trope occurs, the viewer slowly discovers that the "utopia" is only perfect on the surface, and that some ominous force lurks in the shadows. Arcane more or less flips the trope. Ekko makes quite a sacrifice by choosing not to stay.

Vi dies tragically, but every other character seems to have a perfect ending. Vander lives in peace. Ekko and his friends show potential to be accomplished scientists. Powder seems to get the worst ending, hiding her potential behind trauma/fear, embracing hextech again only to tragically see Ekko die in a similar way...and then she doesn't. It's the antithesis of Jinx. Powder understands, her Ekko wakes up, and then she's allowed to live happily. Everything works out instead of falling to pieces at the last possible second like it does for Jinx.

*****

My favorite scene from Arcane season 2 is something I can't find. A million people have uploaded clips and even fanart of Ekko and Powder dancing. Someone on YouTube pointed out that their dancing is reduced to four frames per second, exactly the number of seconds Ekko can rewind.

My favorite scene is of the two (er, three) working together. A good background song I can't find plays, and then they work on recreating their invention. Days pass. They experience frustrations. Sometimes things are oversimplified with math equations, or with spectacle, but eventually they achieve their goal.

To me, it goes back to the magitech genre. It's reminiscent of the old Avengers movies, where Tony Stark performs hand wavey science/programming/robotics and does things that are convenient to the plot. But because hextech is magic, the annoying part of my brain can shut off and just take the scene in. What they do only has to make sense in the rules of their own universe, and what they can achieve does not have to be realistic by my own standards. It's just fun to watch, and somehow inspiring in its own way.

It was really nice, I thought, to just sit back and take the scene in. These are fighters in a gritty city free to just use their talents for something they believe in. What motivates them, in a universe where their every thought is not about death and war? Cleaning out toxins, solving problems, and inventing things to make their lives better while still remembering the person they loved and lost.

#arcane

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jhaireelfulguerinas · 2 years ago

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2 Remarkable Filipino writers in different Period

Period of the American Regime

1. Nick Joaquin

One of the most significant Filipino authors of the 20th century is Nick Joaquin. Many of Joaquin's essays, short stories, and novels addressed the complexities of Philippine history and culture. Themes of identity, colonialism, and the fight for freedom were frequently tackled in his writings. "The Woman Who Had Two Navels," "A Portrait of the Artist as a Filipino," and "Culture and History" are a few of his well-known pieces.

2. Paz Marquez Benitez

The short tale "Dead Stars" by Paz Marquez Benitez, a writer and educator, is probably her most well-known work. It is regarded as one of the earliest English-language short stories from the modern Philippines, having been published in 1925. Benitez's writings frequently focused on the tensions and inconsistencies that surfaced as the nation transitioned to a new colonial power and highlighted the experiences of Filipinos during the American era.

Japanese Period

1. Jose Garcia Villa

is remembered for his contributions to modernist poetry in the Philippines as a poet, author, and literary critic. Villa's writings were distinguished by their inventive language use and investigation of subjects like love, desire, and identity. Villa continued to produce and publish works that went against the censorship regulations and cultural norms that were in place during the Japanese period. "Have Come, Am Here" and "Selected Poems and New" are two of his significant works.

2. N.V.M. Gonzales

a writer and educator, is regarded as one of the most significant writers from the Philippines in the 20th century. Gonzalez is renowned for his vivid and poetic depictions of the Philippine countryside. His writings frequently tackle topics of identity, cultures, and the Filipino experience. Gonzalez continued to produce writings that captured the realities of life during the Japanese occupation. "The Bamboo Dancers" and "The Winds of April" are a couple of his best pieces.

Period of Activism

1. Jose "Pete" Lacaba

Poet, journalist, and activist Jose "Pete" Lacaba is renowned for his daring works that address social and political issues. He is arguably best known for the poem "Prometheus Unbound," which he wrote in protest of the murder and torture of his activist and writer brother. His writings include the screenplay for the movie "Bayan Ko: Kapit sa Patalim" and the poetry collection "Days of Disquiet, Nights of Rage".

2. Ninotchka Rosca

Novelist, journalist, and feminist activist Ninotchka Rosca utilized her work to highlight the oppression and injustice faced by women and other oppressed groups in the Philippines. "State of War" and "Twice Blessed" are her novels.

Period of New Society

1. F. Sionil Jose

is a novelist and journalist whose books frequently cover the history, society, and culture of the Philippines. The Rosales Saga, Po-on (also known as "Dusk"), Tree, and Viajero are his five volume novel series.

2. Lualhati Bautista

Novelist and screenwriter Lualhati Bautista is renowned for her depictions of the lives of women and other underprivileged groups in Philippine culture. The novel "Dekada 70," which portrays a middle-class family during the martial law era of the Marcos dictatorship, is her most well-known creation. "Bata, Bata... Pa'no Ka Ginawa?" and "Desaparesidos" are a couple of her other works.

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spideyyboii · 3 years ago

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I Saw Mummy Kissing Santa

pairing: dad!steve rogers x female reader

summary: steve can’t help but laugh when your children tell him you had been kissing Santa Claus

warnings: none

word count: 975

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Twas the night before Christmas and your children were beyond excited for Santa to come they’d left milk and cookies out before heading off to bed, but you knew your children and were aware that the three of them would definitely try and sneak a peek at Santa so you’d come up with a plan to cover your backs just incase they did sneak out of bed and hide on top of the stairs. When you were last in town you’d managed to buy a Santa suit for your husband who was more than happy to dress up if it kept the magic of Christmas alive for your children.

“So honey, what’s the bet that the kids are going to sit at the top of the stairs and tell us they saw Santa Claus once they wake up?” You asked your husband with a smile as he believed your children would listen and stay in bed, “Our children are well behaved so I believe they’ll stay in bed and will just be excited that Santa came they definitely won’t be telling us they saw him with their own eyes.” Steve said making you laugh as he clearly had too much trust in your children, yes they were typically well behaved with a few tantrums here and there and now they were old enough to understand the concept of Christmas they’d definitely be trying to see the magic. “Don’t laugh at me, one of us has to have faith in our children!” He exclaimed with a pout. “Steve my love, you’ve never seen the way our children behave whilst you're away on missions. Trust me they misbehave.” You said before giving the man a quick kiss. “Now go and sneak out the window, get changed and then sneak back in.” You demanded pushing the man up the stairs trying not to laugh at his excitement.

You were sitting on the sofa whilst you waited for Steve to return so you could put your plan into action. Once your husband quietly entered through the front door you threw a small invention made by Tony into the fireplace that made a small bang followed by smoke which would make it seem as though someone had come down the chimney. Steve got to work drinking the milk and eating the cookies your children had put out, he also left a note for the children saying thank you, once these two steps were finished Steve began placing presents under the tree for each of your children. Once all the presents were under the tree Steve began making his way towards the fireplace so it would seem as though he left the same way he came just in case your children were watching, however, before the man got to the chimney he pulled you in for a passionate kiss forgetting that you could be being watched.

Once Steve had hidden in the fireplace you made your way up the stairs and into your shared bedroom so you could tell him if it was safe to come back into the house. To your surprise your children were all tucked in bed so you gave your husband the signal to come back inside. Once the two of you were tucked into your bed the both of you quickly fell asleep excited to spend Christmas with your little family.

The next morning you were awoken by the sound of small footsteps running towards your bedroom. “Wake up, it's Christmas!” Your children shouted from the corridor, “Mummy, we want breakfast before we open our present, wake up please!” They shouted again making you smile that they remembered their manners, “Well I believe our little gremlins want us to get up and feed them.” You gave your husband a kiss before getting out of bed and began getting changed into your christmas pajamas that matched the ones your children were wearing, “Merry Christmas my love I’ll meet you downstairs.” With that you headed downstairs your children close behind filled with excitement. “Where’s daddy?” The kids, disappointed that their father wasn’t already downstairs, asked, “He’s just getting dressed bubba, now what do my boys want for breakfast?” You tried to keep them distracted until their father finally came downstairs, “Pancakes please” Your eldest asked, looking at his two siblings with hope in his eyes. Each of the boys nodded so you got started on breakfast singing along to the festive music that was playing on the radio. “Merry Christmas boys!” Steve shouted as he placed a kiss upon each boy's forehead, your eldest son was quick to look to make sure you were distracted before telling his father what he saw last night.

“Daddy, last night we watched Santa deliver our presents and eat our cookies.” Your oldest whispered waiting till your husband nodded before he continued, “Once Santa put the presents under the tree James and Freddie went back to bed but I stayed and I saw mummy kissing Santa Claus!” Arthur exclaimed making Steve laugh which shocked your son, “Daddy why are you laughing? Mummy kissed Santa well Santa kissed mummy but still!” He went on becoming annoyed with his fathers reaction, “Oh bubba, thank you for telling me but Santa properly only kissed mummy because she made the house look so beautiful for him and it most likely cheered him up so he showed her appreciation by kissing her but I will be having a word with him next year.” Steve said with a smile.

Once breakfast was ready you took a seat next to your husband who had a grin on his face, “What’s got you so happy?” You asked, “Well it’s Christmas I have a beautiful family surrounding me and a wife who kissed Santa Claus.” He teased which made you laugh, “Told you they’d look guess I won the bet then.”

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dreaminginpastels · 3 years ago

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I adored your Druig pieces!! Can you write a Druig imagine where he’s in love with the reader who is Tony Starks younger sister so when Druig finds her in Tony’s lab one night and she expects him to scold her for not being fully moved on from Tony’s death but he’s actually very understanding and he admits his feelings?

king of concern

pairing: druig x fem!stark!reader

summary: grieving for your brother tony, you find yourself in his lab in an attempt to feel close with him - only to be interrupted by druig who surprisingly understands your pain

warnings: angst and fluff (but mostly angst), hurt/comfort, mentions of death, grief and loss, brief mentions of parental neglect/absenteeism

reader pronouns: she/her (by request)

word count: 2.1k

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The world was saved at the exact moment that yours was destroyed.

With the snap of a finger, you went from the younger sister of the “genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist” otherwise known as Tony Stark, to being completely, and utterly, alone.

Everyone was sad at his funeral, but most of the Avengers chose to honour Tony by moving on with their lives. Holding him in their hearts as they continued doing what they did best; protecting the world. You, however, found it to be a challenge almost too difficult to bear.

Growing up, your brother had not only been your hero, but your protector. He protected you from real danger, sure, but mostly he protected you from emotional pain. On the days where your father’s absence hit you hardest, he was always by your side making you laugh with funny faces, new inventions, or just holding you as you wept.

You had always known that his big heart would be his downfall, you just hadn’t expected it to come so soon. You suspected that he did though. Before what would be his last mission, he had called you as he drove to the Avengers Compound. You would never forget his last words to you.

I need you to remember how strong you are. How brave you are. The fact that you’ve dealt with all my antics over the years is testament to the fact that you can handle anything. No matter what happens, know that I love you, that I’m unbelievably proud of you, and that I will always be your biggest fan.

Part of you wished you had missed the call just so you could hear those words again from him on days like today - days where the grief lay heavy on your chest, weighing you down so hard you almost couldn’t walk.

These were the big emotions he had always shielded you from. Now that he was gone, there was no magical barrier keeping the emotions at bay. There were no funny faces, and no warm arms around you to reassure you that it would all be okay. You were on your own.

You decided that since your brother couldn’t be there with you, you’d go to him - or, the closest thing to him. His laboratory.

To you, entering his lab was like stepping back in time to his childhood bedroom; various unfinished projects taking over the room as if they were forming a giant, metallic army.

You almost laughed when you first entered, overwhelmed with just how “Tony” it was. It felt like he was in the room with you - you half-expected him to step out from behind a wall and engulf you in one of his famous hugs. Instead, the silence was so overwhelming you decided to sit down and take it all in. Deep breaths were basically your only remedy for the waves of grief that threatened to take you under. No. You decided. They wouldn’t win today.

You let out a scream. A scream of pain, of sadness, of despair. A scream that, apparently, summoned a moody Eternal.

“y/n?”

You looked up to find Druig looking back at you with concern lacing his eyes.

“Please tell me that was you and not a Deviant because, let’s be real, you sound practically the same.”

You rolled your eyes. Of course this was what the universe decided to send you in this moment.

Not Sersi or Thena who would sit with you and console you; feeling every inch of your pain as their own. No. The universe sent you Druig. The Eternal that found the most joy in ridiculing you. The Eternal who decided to treat the moments where you felt fragile and nervous about being a mere mortal daring to try your hand at supporting the Avengers and Eternals with your ideas, with taunts and sarcastic remarks. How wonderful.

“Very funny, Druig.” You began, wiping the tears that threatened to fall from your eyes. “To what do I owe the pleasure, King of Concern?”

He smirked before sitting next to you. “Do you want the truth or a convenient fiction?”

You sighed. Nothing was ever straightforward with this boy. “Let’s go with a convenient fiction, huh? It sounds more intriguing.”

He nodded. “I happened to be in the area, saw a light on in what should be an abandoned laboratory, and then heard a piercing scream and figured I should investigate in case it was a Deviant?”

You nearly gave him the satisfaction of a laugh but settled for an eye roll. “Wow. Almost convincing.”

“Right, your turn.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“-to tell me whether there’s a more plausible reason than an attempt to break the world record for most glass objects shattered by voice alone for the scream that I just heard.”

You couldn’t help it. An involuntary chuckle escaped your lips prompting Druig to raise his head in a satisfied smile.

You sighed before reluctantly continuing. “Well, I know it’s been a few months since Tony di-...since Tony passed, and I know I should be over it by now but I just…can’t. Some days are harder than others and tonight was practically unbearable sitting in my apartment, so I figured I’d come and spend some time here. This was always where Tony came when he couldn’t cope, so I thought maybe it would work for me too.”

Here it comes. You thought. Here comes the rant about how I’m too soft, how I have to be tougher or the world will crush me. “Everyone else has moved on, get over yourself.” “If they could do it, why can’t you?” You didn’t think you could handle hearing the word “pathetic” leave his lips.

“-but coming to the place he loved most just makes you miss him more, right?”

You had to take a moment to make sure you’d heard him properly. You waited for the punchline but it never came. Here was Druig. Druig. Being understanding?

“Wait, that’s it? Where’s the sarcasm? The ridicule? What have you done with the Druig I know?”

He chuckled. CHUCKLED. You couldn’t believe your ears. You wanted more than anything in that moment to know what was going on inside that confounding mind of his. To mind-read the mind controller.

…

Druig had known unbearable grief. When Gilgamesh sacrificed his life for Thena, Druig thought he would surely fall apart. He could feel each piece inside of him shattering like a mirror smashed in anguish. He knew exactly how y/n was feeling. Down to the shattered glass.

“Hey, listen, I know that I’m not the most…emotive…person at times. Well, ever, I guess. But losing a sibling is no light matter. I’ve been there. I’ve felt every inch of that agonising pain. Anyone that tells you that you’re not healing fast enough is an asshole. And they’re wrong. Healing isn’t linear and it certainly isn’t fast. If my opinion matters to you, I say that you’re doing all the right things and that you just need to be patient with it. Screw everyone else. Look after you for once. If that means screaming like a banshee in your brother’s lab, scream your gorgeous little heart out.”

The vulnerability in your eyes when you looked up at him in that moment just about broke Druig. In your eyes he could practically see an entire life’s worth of pain. All the days you’d been let down. All the people that had hurt you. It took every inch of his willpower to not fly out of that laboratory and mind control all the losers that had ever made you doubt yourself. It pained him to think that for any period of time, he had been one of them. But he knew that what you needed right now was to not be alone. You needed someone to be there for you for once. Maybe he wasn’t the best someone, or even the someone you deserved, but he was here. And he wasn’t going anywhere.

“Wow, uh, t-thank you Druig.” You smiled, “That means a lot to me, especially coming from you. Your opinion means a great deal to me, even though sometimes I wish it didn’t.”

He sighed in content. “Happens to the best of us, m’darlin. For what it’s worth, I think rather highly of you.”

You shook your head, clearly surprised at his words. “Really? You constantly make fun of me. Your native language is sarcasm. You can’t finish a sentence without an eyeroll. If that’s how you treat people you think highly of, I’d love to see how you treat those you despise.”

Druig couldn’t help but chuckle at that, “Heard of teasing, m’love?”

He wanted to continue, but something in your words had sobered him. Sighing, he changed tact. “Want to know the real reason I got here so fast after I heard your scream?”

You nodded, evidently intrigued at what his response would be. “I’ve been keeping tabs on you. I saw how distraught you were after your brother’s funeral and it killed me. I didn’t think I could help with words, and I definitely thought you deserved something better than my company so I thought I’d just protect you from a distance. Turns out all I need to protect you from is muscle atrophy from sitting on your couch rewatching animated comfort movies.”

For a moment he thought his comic relief had paid off when a glorious laugh escaped your lips. Until it morphed into a deep sob that just about ripped his heart in two.

“Talk to me, gorgeous,” he began, desperately trying to get you back out of the emotional abyss you had sunk into. Your weeping was relentless.

“T-tony always p-played animated movies to m-make me f-feel better when d-dad broke h-his promises, w-when he didn’t c-come home.”

That was it. Druig couldn’t take it anymore. His cool, calm, and collected demeanour shattered at the sight of you hiccupping words through sobs. He reached out and pulled you into his arms, caressing your shoulders and whispering that everything would be okay over and over and over until your sobs eased and you relaxed into his chest.

“T-thank you, Druig.” You muttered softly once you had calmed down. “I’m sorry you saw me like this. I’m not usually this….weak.”

Druig audibly tutted in disappointment. “No. Nope.”

He sat you up so that you were looking into his eyes face-on, melting in fondness at the way your lip jutted out in a pout at having to leave his embrace.

“y/n, you are one of the kindest, most selfless, most resilient people I have ever known. You say you’re weak for showing emotion, I say that’s the bravest thing of all. I admire you because, unlike you, when things get tough, I repress my emotions. I hide away to avoid the conversations, the sympathy, the condolences. That is the real cowardice - making people think they’re suffering alone because you’re too scared to tell them that you’re right there with them. Hurting just as badly. Heart splayed out in a thousand shattered pieces. Do me a favour and never ever doubt how strong you are. Your heart is your superpower.”

You pulled him into a tight hug then, the firm grip conveying more than words ever could.

He sighed. “y/n, I know this isn’t the right time but…the cowardice has to stop at some point, right?”

You looked up at him nervously. “What do you mean?”

Those damn eyes. He thought. He was so weak for you.

“y/n, I’m in love with you. Have been for a decent while now but just couldn’t find the damn words to tell you. That, and I was pretty nervous that your brother would beat my ass for all the stolen glances that I sent your way during meetings. I know that I’m not worth your time, let alone your heart, but if you’ll have me, I’d love to take you out on a proper date. I don’t expect you to have an answer anytime soon, I know that it’s a tough time and-”

“Yes.”

He coughed in surprise. “Sorry, what?”

You smiled up at him, eyes crinkling in pure joy and…fond? Those eyes would be the death of him, he was sure.

“I would love to go on a date with you, Druig.” You replied. “I’ve loved you for a long while as well.”

Beaming, he pulled you in for another tight hug, deciding in that moment that with each time he had the privilege of holding you, he’d show you just how lucky he really was. He’d show you that he’d keep you safe. He’d protect you now.

You mumbled something so briefly he almost missed it. He eased his grip and you peaked up at him from within his arms. “You know, maybe you’d have better luck with people if you didn’t pretend you were some brick wall of sarcasm all the time.”

He laughed, pulling you back into the tight hug fondly. He knew in that moment that his walls had no chance - you’d break them down piece by shattered piece.

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gotnofucks · 4 years ago

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Lover’s Quarrel

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Summary: You have the powers to resurrect if you’ve been murdered, and a jealous Steve Rogers indulges heavily in your abilities. He would not let you steal his best friend, that was for sure. So what, if your rivalry regularly caused fire and harm to public property? You just couldn’t let the other win.

Words: 4.3k

Warnings: Smut, enemies to lovers, violence, killings and murders (but reader cannot die, it’s weird. She has some sorta powers that help her revive when she’s been murdered), language, 18+ ONLY

A/N: Is this crack fic? Idk. Maybe?

The sixth time Steve killed you, you decided he needed to be dealt with in a similar way. It doesn’t matter that he cannot come back from the dead like you. He just needed to go. You were tired of him offing you every time he felt threatened by your existence. But this was the last straw. He had pushed you off the Quinjet while flying home from a mission and you’d fallen into the lake and drowned. You would NOT recommend dying that way.

Bucky had dragged out your dead body and watched over you as the blessing of the necromancer worked its magic over you and brought you back to the world of the living. The first words out of your mouth as you spewed out water were, “I am going to kill your best friend and you can’t be mad at me for that.”

Bucky, far too happy to have you back – poor guy still mourned every time you died – ignored your comment and pulled you into a hug. He’d never quiet gotten used to seeing you die. You patted his back, muttering a few there-there’s until he was calm enough to press quivering kisses on your head and temple.

“You need to stop dying.” He said into your hair, holding you close.

“I would not be dying if your best friend didn’t murder me every time! He is a menace, Buck!” You cried in exasperation. The said best friend was watching you from a few yards away, and he rolled his eyes as your words reached him. He scoffed loud enough for you to hear and you sharply turned your head to glare at him.

“You!” You shouted, quickly standing up and marching over to him. “You rascal!” And then you pried out your wet shoe from your feet and threw it at his stunned face. Unfortunately, it didn’t hit his face but smacked against his chest, leaving the wet print of your soles against his far too tight t-shirt. He gaped at you open mouthed before baring his teeth in warning.

“Oh god, every time you come alive again, you’re even more awful than before!” Steve shouted, and then just because he is fucking drama queen, he threw out his hands. You sneered before turning to look at Bucky meaningfully, the most obvious ‘see what a dick he is’ look on your face.

Bucky shuffled uneasily, caught between your quarrel once again. He came behind you and gave you his jacket to wear to shield you from the cold. And just like that, your anger melted a little. Somehow, with his steel blue eyes, Bucky Barnes could sooth every wound you’d ever had. Even those given to you by Steve Rogers.

“I am so sorry. I should have seen what he was about to do. I wouldn’t have ever let you fall had I known.” He apologized and you swore your heart physically quivered. You pulled Bucky into a hug, hiding your face in his chest, savoring his arms coming around you to hold you tighter. You could have stayed in his embrace forever, but it was an annoyed groan that ripped you both apart.

“Is there any way you can stay dead a little longer?” Steve asked, breaking your moment. “I mean, I’ve tired a bullet and knife and water and poison. What can I do that you’d be gone for just a little longer?”

He was worked up, a red flush creeping on his face and neck. Pacing, he was muttering, and you wondered for the millionth time how Bucky could be friends with him. He was just so extra! You wanted to tell him to shove a stick up his ass, along with the one already there when he turned swiftly like the wind and threw a dagger at you. A metal hand caught it before it could hit you and you were pulled into the warmth of Bucky’s body quickly.

“Steve! Cut it out.” Bucky yelled, glaring at Steve. “You will not kill her again. I don’t care if she can come back alive again. You won’t hurt her.”

With that, he dropped the dagger on the ground and walked away with you. Unable to resist, you looked over you shoulder and flipped Steve off. Fucker could kill you a hundred times and yet he would not be able to do anything. As far as you were concerned, Bucky was as much your best friend as his. And if Steve Rogers couldn’t control his jealousy without trying to behead you every time he felt you were stealing Bucky from him, you would just have to make his death look like an accident.

“I don’t think I need to tell you that you can’t kill him either?” Bucky said teasingly, his eyes soft and fond. “I need you both to survive.”

You groaned, bumping your shoulder in his and snuggling into him as a cold breeze hit your wet clothes. He could read you like an open book.

“You are no fun Barnes.”

There was rubble and fires and shrieks. Natasha was yelling in Russian as she ran about with a fire extinguisher and Clint crawled out of his vents to help Bruce out who was turning a dangerous shade of green. Tony was sitting in the ruins of his kitchen, his mouth half open as he spied on the ensuing battle in the middle of it.

Sam was using his shield to push Steve away who was shouting curses that had probably not been invented yet. Bucky was holding you back by your middle, yelling in your ear to calm the fuck down but all you could think of to do was smacking Steve’s face with that chair that was currently on fire. You suppose once everyone was calm, you’d feel guilty about your part in destroying the Avengers kitchen but right now that wasn’t important.

What was important was that Steve had tried to kill you. Again. He had actually thrown a fucking grenade at you. You barely had the time to kick it away where it exploded in the kitchen and then Steve was on you, calling you a bitch in all the 9 languages he knew.

“Calm the hell down, Steve!” Sam yelled, struggling to keep Steve at bay from you. You were glad to see that Steve’s nose was busted. That will teach the bastard to ‘look down his nose’ on you now.

“She pierced my ears! The fucking bitch pierced my goddamn ears!” Steve yelled. Even you had to admit, the golden hoops looked amazing dangling from his ears. Just perfect.

“You are lucky I didn’t stick a knitting needle in your eye Rogers!” You sassily replied, “The only reason you’re still in one piece is because I promised my best friend that I wouldn’t hurt you.”

The muscles in Steve’s arms tensed and Sam groaned, barely keeping his own footing. A dark shadow seemed to have crawled over Steve’s face, turning the blues of his eyes an angry shade and had you been a weaker person, you would have trembled. This was the face of someone who had stood against armies alone and came out victorious. But for all you cared, he could kiss your ass.

“He is MY best friend. Mine. Not yours, not anyone else’s. Bucky Barnes is mine and I will kill you a thousand times until it sinks in your thick skull!” Steve growled. You scowled, a scathy remark bubbling on the tip of your tongue when you suddenly stopped. Why say when you can show? So, looking Steve directly in the eyes, you went limp in Bucky’s arms, turned around and cupped his face. And then you kissed his cheek.

Steve let out a strangled cry behind you, but you focused on Bucky who was blinking in disbelief at your audacity. And so, just for the heck of it, you kissed his other cheek. And then his forehead.

“Bucky Barnes, you are my best friend and always will be!” You said, hugging the life out of him. You heard Steve break away from Sam, heard Bucky yell out a curse and holding you protectively as his jealous pal came rushing to claim him. And all through that and the chaos that ensued later, you just smiled broadly.

Tony was giving a lecture, and he sucked. He gesticulated too much for your liking, and you really didn’t like how he kept emphasizing things by looking pointedly at you. It wasn’t even that much of a big deal, and even if it was, it was not your fault. Like every other time, the only person who could be held responsible was the blond super soldier sitting beside you, wearing the same shade of annoyance on his face as yours.

“I repeat” said Tony, his hair askew, “we do not use Friday to settle idiotic, absolutely ridiculous personal vendettas!”

“You have Friday tell you how pretty you look every day!” You countered and Tony slammed his hand on the table.

“Because I am!” He huffed. “You, on the other hand, stopped a mission in the middle to ask Friday who had a higher score! I mean, what the actual fuck? And what score?”

Steve had the decency to look at least a little sheepish. You however didn’t put up with any of that nonsense. It was his idea anyway, and you wouldn’t take the fall for him. Not when Tony looked murderous like this.

“Rogers bet me he’d take down more enemies than me. We only asked Friday to keep a count. I had literally nothing to do with it.”

Tony turned the ire of his glare at Steve who was too busy giving you a dirty look. He was just pissed you won, and that Bucky had spent the entire ride back tending to your wounds rather than Steve’s. It wasn’t your fault his jealous ass always threw a fit whenever he saw you and Bucky together.

“You said the team could use Friday as we saw fit.” Steve said, though he did look a little guilty. It wasn’t like him to lose command and control. Even when he’d been Captain America, he had never let anything rattle him. Not until you had come prancing in his life and stealing his best friend.

“I said the team could use Friday, not stop everything in the middle of a high risk mission to see who has a bigger dick.” Tony said, and then he just collapsed in his chair. Poor guy had been working too hard to carry the team forward, and in that moment, even you felt guilty. Your rivalry with Steve shouldn’t have to affect everyone else, not when they had been so welcoming and loving to you ever since you joined.

You walked over to Tony and dropped a kiss on his head, caressing his hair. “I am sorry Tones. You won’t have more trouble from me.”

Tony looked at you as if seeing an angel. He looked at you as if you were the solution to all his troubles. Despite every furniture of his you’d broken and set fire to, he was so grateful to have one sane voice between them. Cupping your hands, he looked imploringly at you and asked, “Really? You’re gonna stop fighting with Steve?”

At that, you solemnly nodded and patted his hand gently. Poor him and the poor team going through hell because you and Steve couldn’t settle your differences. It was obvious what had to be done.

“Of course I will” You said magnanimously, because of course you were the better of the two. “Steve just needs to find another best friend and there won’t be any reason to fight anymore.”

If any of them had been drinking water, they would have spit it out. Since they didn’t, they just kind of choked on their saliva and sputtered at you in absolute disbelief. Tony actually looked betrayed and Steve seemed to have licked a lemon, if the look on his face was anything to go by.

“She” He said, voice thick with contempt, “needs to go away. We can launch her in outer space or somewhere from where she can never return. You know why? Because Bucky is my best friend. Since we were yay high!” And he raised his arms a foot off the ground to show just how high.

And just like that, the moment was gone. Rogers opened his mouth and any goodwill you had had went poof. So, you did the only reasonable thing any sane person would do right now and that was to flip him off and call him a pig. You knew he was inching to strangle you; you could see his fingers twitch. A part of you was anticipating it, for Bucky would never forgive him for killing you again. Just as he would have lunged at you, push Tony out of the way and did you away for good, Bucky burst into the room with the expression of a cantankerous 100 year old grandpa who had had enough with the world.

“For fucks sake! Just shut up you both!” He yelled and paced the room. His eyes were bloodshot and hair disheveled, a clear sign that your rivalry was taking a heavy toll on him. Steve opened his mouth to say something when Bucky raised a finger to shush him. “No no no! You listen to me you oblivious, utter moronic fucklets!”

Your mouth dropped open. Bucky never cursed at you. He had never called you a fucklet before.

“You two need to stop. You hear me? You need to STOP!” He raked a hand through his hair before kicking the ground in frustration. “I can’t eat. I can’t sleep! I can’t fucking breathe without you both arguing over who is a better friend to me. So, here’s an idea. Instead of fucking me over in the middle of your sexual tension, why don’t you find a room and fuck each other? Because I tell you now, I cannot fucking take it!”

Silence sat pregnant in the room. You blinked at Bucky. Steve blinked at Bucky. Tony blinked at Bucky. And Bucky didn’t blink at all.

“That – uh – what?” You said, eloquent as ever. “That is so stupid.” And you laughed awkwardly.

Steve glanced at you and then stammered, “What? That – I haven’t – that has nothing to do with it. She and I – what?”

You both found each other’s eye, quickly looked away and just became silent. The tension in the air was suffocating you, and a terrible heat was settling in your stomach. Without another word, you walked out of the room, muttering about how ridiculous the whole idea was. The three men watched your exit, and a moment later, Steve left too, still very much in disbelief.

Tony and Bucky sighed, sitting across from each other and just taking in the fact that the elephant in the room had finally been address. A moment later, Tony began drumming on the desk, looking up at the ceiling.

“I couldn’t have put it any better myself.”

You felt antsy, as if staying one more moment in your room would drive you mad. You kept jerking your legs and arms, a weird restlessness in every action of yours. What the hell was Bucky saying? The sheer nerve to imply that you…you and Steve had some sort of feelings for each other. You hadn’t heard that kinda crap since you nursed your nephew who’d had diarrhea.

The only reason you and Steve fought was because you wanted Bucky. He was supposed to be your best friend, and clearly it was his inability to decide who he preferred more that had led you here. And to pretend, on top of that, that it was you who was at fault was just ridiculous. As if you’d touch Steve Rogers with a ten foot pole.

But…would you? You suppose he couldn’t be that bad to touch. He did have gorgeous eyes that got all dark and dilated when he fought with you. And his breath hitched when you got him mad and he bit his lip to stop from cursing you and he flushed a very becoming shade of red that started from his cheeks and disappeared down the neckline on his tight shirts that –

Holy fuck!

The realization rocked your world. What the hell? When you thought about it again, it seemed as if you’d just described Steve being aroused. Did you really fight him and got him mad to stimulate yourself? Oh god. Bucky was right. You wanted to fuck Steve.

This wouldn’t do. This wouldn’t do at all. You quickly changed into your work out gear and rushed to the gym, intent on sweating out whatever feelings you might have for Steve. After all, nothing says fuck you like imagining someone’s face on a punching bag and just going to town on it. Thankfully, when you arrived the gym was empty.

You’d been working on your stretches for only a few minutes when your worst nightmare entered the gym. He probably had the same idea as you and froze the moment your eyes met. His blue eyes narrowed at you and you stood up straight. You hated Bucky for putting the thought in your head. Now all you could think of was tackling Steve to the ground and fucking him senseless. You still wanted to beat him, but in a very different way.

As Steve entered, his eyes fixed to your form, you decided it was time to leave. After that fiasco in front of Tony, you didn’t think yourself capable of talking to Steve. Staying alone with him was something you didn’t trust yourself with. So you picked up your bag and started for the door when his voice stopped you.

“Running away? Am I to believe that there is something that finally scares you?”

Anger, red hot anger simmered under your veins when you turned to face him again. He had a mocking smirk on his face that made you grit your teeth. His eyes, dark and challenging beckoned you to him, but they didn’t hold resentment there either. Something between you had changed today. The very air around you was different, thick with tension and apprehension that had your nerves tingling.

“Scared?” You scoffed, dropping your bag on the matted floor and walking until you stood right before him. He towered over you in height, but he’d never been able to actually look down at you. “Me, scared of you? You wish Rogers.”

One corner of his lips lifted up, and he put his hands on you. One hand hooked around your waist and pulled you closer, the other trailing a finger down the side of your face to your neck, following the path down your arm until his fingers intertwined with yours.

“Oh, I so do wish” He whispered and his lips met yours. You rose up on your toes, mashing your body against his and mapping the planes of his body with your palms. The smell of his sweat and soap surrounded you, your arms coming to hold him around the shoulders as he hitched you up so you could wrap your legs around him.

Like everything in your relationship, the kiss was explosive. You didn’t melt against each other like people do in books; you collided like two warring armies intent on conquering the other. You collided like night and day, basking your surroundings in the dawn and dusk of your lust. Steve took your bottom lip between his teeth and bit down, smiling as you shamelessly moaned.

“What do you say?” He asked, pushing you against the wall, his hardness digging between the heated center of your legs.

You pulled him closer, letting your lips trail over his jaw and neck before you branded him with a quick bite. “You’ve always been so aggressive Steve, let’s see you let loose some other way. I sure do hope you fuck better than you fight though, or I’ll just be disappointed.”

Steve growled, kissing you again as he ground his cock against you, trapping you between the wall and his hard body that prevented any escape. Your hands slipped under his t-shirt, meeting the firm muscles on his abdomen that rippled under you. He pulled back just enough to allow you to remove your clothes, his own being flung sideways without any care.

Even before, you’d never thought of Steve as anything but beautiful, but now, seeing him in all his glory, you could only look him up and down in appreciation. He was trembling slightly, as if holding himself back with effort, his eyes not leaving you for a second. You both looked at each other, naked and unashamed before frantically coming together. His hands were everywhere, squeezing your ass and thighs as his lips pulled at your breast.

Your fingers rolled his nipples softly until he moaned, and then you pinched them. He jerked under your touch, kicking the back of your knees so you collapsed down, and he covered your body with his. Anger, arousal, lust and longing, all emotions built together in a storm of incoherent desire that had you both rolling over each other, fighting for dominance and power. Steve pinned you down with effort, holding your wrists in one hand over your head as he gave a smug smile to you.

“Will you finally surrender today?” He asked, positioning his cock at your entrance that was drenched. You would have loved to taste him, to have him taste you, but as of now, all you wanted was for him to slide inside you. You hungered for him, burnt for his touch. For years you’d been left wanting, and now with the prize so near, you weren’t about to wait any longer.

“The only surrender today will be yours.” You whispered sweetly before slamming your head against his. Steve jerked hard in surprise, allowing you the opportunity to free your hands and roll over him. You sat on his pelvis proudly, his throbbing member right underneath you and as he blinked at you, stunned, you rose up over his tip and slowly sunk down.

Steve groaned as your wet channel fell like velvet heat along his shaft. You had never been so full before. He stretched your limits, as he had always done, and you decided you very much preferred rendering him speechless like this under you than your usual punches and throws. His hands dug into your waist, helping you bounce on his cock and you threw your head back at the feeling.

It was a beautiful ache, one that took your breath away. As you rolled your hips and clenched down there, Steve’s voice rose in appreciation and you grinned. You finally had the golden boy at your mercy. You fucked him, changing your pace to punish him, never letting him up. For every time he killed you, you bit on his lips and neck, marking him. It was punishment and cherishing, a culmination of feelings you didn’t understand.

“Touch me.” You brokenly said, and his fingers found your nub. The slapping of skin, the sounds of debauchery and the smell of sin filled the air. You leaned over him to meet his lips, the heat in your gut bubbling until you snapped and came atop him, falling blissfully. It was one moment of weakness and the world titled, Steve having finally pushing you on your back.

“You’ve always been strong, because I’d hate to break you when the fun has only just begun.” He said and thrust into you hard and fast. He was an animal in heat, a man possessed, and you didn’t mind one bit. You met his every thrust with a raise of your hips, you clawed at his back until he bled, your lips tasting of the salt of sweat and tears and desire. He brought you impossibly closer, looking right into your eyes as he took you.

For the life of you, you couldn’t look away. You couldn’t get enough of his grunts and moans, of the breathy whispers of your name that slipped between curses, of the way his lashes would flutter over the dark blues that kept your eyes captive. He had you completely in that moment, mind and body; and for some reason, his gaze felt infinitely more intimate than his cock that was currently spearing you open. You keened in pleasure, whimpering as he touched your overly sensitive clit and had you coming again.

A minute later, he twitched inside you, his warmth flooding your core and you sighed. You laid entangled and sweaty, both of you spent and tired and yet completely overtaken by the urge to be closer still. To think this is what you’d both missed for all these years.

“So, what do you say, still feeling aggressive?” Steve asked and you looked at him with a grin that you couldn’t have suppressed had you wanted to. Oh yes, some battles were never meant to end, but they sure could be altered to meet new demands.

“With you? Always.” You replied, kissing him deep until he couldn’t think of anything but you. “Just remember one thing.”

“Oh yeah, what?”

“I am still a better best friend to Bucky. I did fuck you to keep him happy after all.”

Steve frowned darkly and before you could blink, he was over you, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“I think this time I’d fuck some manners into you.”

“I think this time you should actually put your back into it. I did all the work before.” You taunted and he dived at you.

Meanwhile, in Tony Stark’s office

“Friday, what’s the score?” He asked smugly, offering Bucky the packet of blueberries. Bucky was sitting with his feet on the desk, a small smile on his face.

“I am afraid I am not at a liberty to say Boss.” Friday replied. If the AI could blush, she would.

“Seems like they are at an impasse.” Tony suggested, and Bucky shrugged, licking his lips.

“Well, some things never change.”

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