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wordsarelife · 1 year ago

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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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gear-project · 4 months ago

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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

and

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

👌

#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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crabelloprima · 8 months ago

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THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS INCREDIBLE ART OMG Ok but hear me out HEAR ME OUT

Two prodigies of Waterdeep, a wizard and an artificer, and a rivalry in the Blackstaff academy

Tony is older, like solid 10 years older, an heir to the Stark Industries, a huge magic item empire that has shops along the entire Sword Coast. He is The Stark and the most eligible bachelor of Waterdeep, and, of course, the most talented man in the entire academy

Gale takes grave offence at that - his hand is guided by the Mother of Magic herself, and everyone is paying attention to a charlatan with his party tricks??? Excuse me?? Hello???

That time Gale stole the Blackstaff? That’s because Tony said he couldn’t do it because he’s a child. Gale will be damned if he doesn’t prove him wrong.

They clash on every possible occasion - Tony is an adult throwing parties and leading the most flamboyant lifestyle of the Most Desired Waterdeep Bachelor while Gale is seething at the attention because CANT YOU ALL SEE HE IS A MEDIOCRE WIZARD AT BEST

“ENCHANTING FURNITURE WITH COLOURFUL LIGHTS IS NOT MAGIC, ITS A PARTY TRICK AND AN INSULT TO THE CRAFT!”

“sure, kiddo, go back to the dorm, things are about to become very inappropriate for a child”

Gale is seething with anger he is a teenager and he is jealous and why is he being ridiculed and laughed at for doing the same things Tony does but better. Tony dismisses his first delayed fireball under his pillow. Scoffs at the spiked magical trap in his closet.

Tony gets very curious when a tiny sigil explodes in a reverse gravity and sends him flying for a few seconds. It’s not very well done and clearly had been designed for a child or a teenager weight and not a full adult, but it’s beautifully executed and is signed because Wizards Are Like That.

Tony tries to talk to Gale but that teenager is too much of

Well

A child

So Tony just keeps antagonising him because he, too, is a 20 yo little shit and it’s funny to see a 10 yo kid trembling with anger. He responds with little inventions of his own, Gale walks around limping, Tony ends up with healers. These pranks are absolutely not harmless and Blackstaff Academy staff are desperately trying to calm both of them down they are both having an absolute blast and refuse to stop

When Gale graduates (8 years after Tony does and immediately beating Tony’s record for being the youngest student to ever graduate Blackstaff academy) he gets and official invitation for a High Enchanter position at Stark Industries and scoffs, but he’s curious and he accepts because it’s rare that the head of the Stark Industries sends personal invitations. Also, Gale is now of age to participate in parties as an equal and he’s sure he, a 20 yo, can out drink a 30 yo ancient bachelor

He shows up and is immediately thrown off guard into his very insecure self because it was a personal dinner invitation at Stark’s tower (it was rebuilt recently after it got blown up by the Dragon Cult)

Tony is super chill, he’s smiling, they have a great civil conversation, Gale is doing the 😳😳😳😳 at Stark being like “nah kid you’re a pain in the ass but you’re talented, and the way you were fucking feral about arcane shit? At 13? Fascinating, do it again. Also, hey, meet my husband, Steve, hi, baby’ (Steve is the captain of the City guard, a renowned hero and a wet dream of every girl)

And Gale is like “Well - I have a- Mission- from my goddess- I can’t accept the job-” (Stark scoffs, Gale bristles, Steve looks at Tony judgementally)

And Tony’s like “ok fine whatever lmk if you change your mind”

They become lifelong friends

When Gale gets the orb Tony blows up the front door to his tower and tries to help - Gale drives him away and suffers alone because Wizards Are Like That [2]

Tony is the one to whisper the magic item solution to Tara and he’s the one to give her the first rare item for Gale to consume, a cloak of displacement? Ew he has a million he’s The Stark, he owns half of Faerun

When Gale comes back as a hero of Baldurs Gate with Astarion, Stark is the first one to throw a party

Astarion is ecstatic with the hedonism thrown at him

“Gale?? You know Tony Stark??? Who would have thought you had useful connections- who- who is that- oh gods- that’s a paladin? They kissed??? He is shining?????? What is happening?????????”

Astarion refuses to admit he’s a little smitten with the noble strong big soldier that is Captain Rogers

“Your husband is stealing my partner :|”

“Gale. Kiddo. Steve wouldn’t know that Astarion is flirting with him even if he sat on his lap naked. Ask me how I know.”

Tony dies first, a human man who’s older and doesn’t have a healthy lifestyle of his husband (and spent his young adult years drinking and adventuring and doing, eh, strenuous and questionable activities). Steve follows him right after, within a few weeks, a paladin of pure devotion whose vow is to his husband and whose heart refusing to go on.

Gale is absolutely in the will and makes sure that Tony’s prodigy Peter - who inherits the entire empire - does him justice, uncle Iroh style. Peter does a great job, even if his ledger keeping skills are abysmal, but his heart is absolutely in the right place. Peter is the only person Tara allows to genuinely pet her and willingly spends time with when she’s not with Gale or Withers. Gale knows that Tony and Steve would have been incredibly proud.

Gale absolutely has an entire line of enchanted items in Stark’s shops. Dekarios’ Orb of Levity is an absolute hit (it does a little localised reverse gravity for a minute), especially with Gale’s explosive reputation

Ok thank you for your attention

Putting Tony Stark and Gale Dekarios in a room

#gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #tony stark #headcanon #baldur's gate 3 #I don’t know what this is but I will die if I don’t let it out

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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.

a/n: hello beautiful! awww that’s so kind of you to say ☺️ thank you so very much for this request! I was so damn excited when you sent it in - this was my first ever Druig request and, let’s be honest, he basically has my entire heart at this point so it’s an understatement to say this was an absolute joy to write (even if I may have shed some tears with the early parts). I hope that it’s what you wanted! please feel free to request again and let me know if you liked it 🤎

#druig x reader #druig x fem!reader #druig x fem!stark!reader #druig x stark!reader #eternals #druig eternals #eternals imagine #eternals oneshot #eternals x reader #barry keoghan #druig imagines #requests open #druig oneshot #marvel imagine #marvel oneshot #marvel x reader #marvel eternals #daniella writes 💫

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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.”

#steve rogers x reader #steve x reader #bucky x reader #Steve Rogers #Bucky Barnes #crack fic #i think lol

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you-can-be-what-you-want-to-be · 2 years ago

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I don’t understand people who refuse to read classics. Like I am reading a book about a draftee who time travels and was abducted by aliens and I get clout for it! There’s a book from the 1920s about a genderfluid bisexual wizard! Not to mention the classical literature fandom for the horror novels like Dracula Frankenstein and Jekyll and Hyde!

“But sexist straight white men!” I hear you say! What you think that gays, POC, and women weren’t invented back then? That they didn’t write?

This is by no means a comprehensive reading list I’ve fell off the wagon reading wise a bit but here are some good classics

Orlando. Written by a woman, is the one about the genderfluid bisexual wizard.

Count of monte Christo and the three musketeers are both pretty good and are both written by the same guy who’s a black author.

Mary Shelly! She did Frankenstein and though I haven’t read her other works she had others! Did you know her mother was the famous feminist philosopher Mary Wollstonecraft? She knew shit!

Ok this guy isn’t any of what I said but he’s very funny. Franz Kafka. Yeah the bug guy.

The importance of being Ernest is hilarous and was literally used in court to prove oscar Wilde was gay. That’s not nothing. Also goes without saying Dorian grey.

don quixote. The guy is delusional and tries to fight and steal random stuff because he thinks it’s magic and he’s a knight. Written by a Spanish author

Giovanni's Room by James Baldwin, a gay black man. It’s about an American living in Paris struggling with other men in his life.

Wild seed by Octavia butler, a black female sci-fi writer. Its about two immortal Africans, one who can possess people and one who can heal and shapeshift. Woman has a SHIT TON of scifi

Beloved by Toni Morrison, a black female author. A black family is haunted by a ghost, or possibly their own minds.

Maurice. It’s about a gay man who’s partner leaves him to get married and tries to cure his homosexuality before coming to the conclusion that it’s fine being gay actually.

Carmilla is about a lesbian vampire

Slaughterhouse five is an anti war book about Billy Pilgram, who has come unstuck in time, and got abducted by tralfamadorians

Like literally it’s all so good. How do you not like classical literature? Like if it’s too hard for you say so, but don’t pretend you’re woke because you only took what teachers gave you.

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randomshyperson · 4 years ago

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The Scarlet Witch Prophecy - The Fourth Year (Part I) - Chapter 04

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Summary: As the youngest daughter of Howard Stark, you have ordinary expectations for your years at Hogwarts. Little do you know what adventures await you when your destiny is intertwined with the legendary Scarlet Witch.

Warnings: +16. Adaptation of the Harry Potter Saga, Magical Thematic, Prophecies, Mentions of Violence, Torture and dark magic, Language (swearing and minor/major offenses), manipulation of will, Underage kissing, insinuation of smut with minors, Smut (overage), descriptions of death, aggression, obscurity, angst, fluffy, soulmates analogies.

Chapter Words: 9.832K

Authors note: In this one I start to explore more of the magical bond between reader and wanda, and well, it will be very much about that from this one on. I need to know if you all prefer longer (and more detailed) chapters about the reader's years at hogwarts like this one (which has been divided into three parts) or if you prefer the pace of the first three chapters (with only the relevant events of the whole year). Enjoy your reading.

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It's very different having Nebula and Gamora at home.

You were used to having only Tony and Jarvis, and occasionally your father, but now that you have your friends sleeping in the next two rooms, you always have someone your own age to talk to and laugh about the same things.

It took a while for things to normalize, especially the first week. Thanos was furious about the letter that Gamora sent him, saying that they would live with you now. He showed up in the yard of your house the next day, and you have never seen your father so enraged.

They talked for many minutes, and then Thanos demanded to speak to his daughters. Nebula was trembling as she walked out the door, but your father stayed by their side during the entire conversation.

When they went back inside, Thanos left. Two days later, your father signed the adoption papers.

You were surprised when you discovered that Nebula was as passionate about magical mechanics as Tony, so it didn't take long for it to become commonplace for her to disappear into the basement of the house along with your brother, both of them wrapped up in some strange invention. You and Gamora usually spent most of your time in the backyard, she reading some Arithmanian stuff you didn't understand, while you played quidditch, or the two of you tended the garden. Mantis also came to visit you in the summer, and Groot was the size of a small dog now.

You exchanged many letters with Wanda during the vacations. And when Iron brought another one of them a little after dinner, on the antepenultimate week of vacation while you and Gamora were in your room talking about the coming year, she acquired a mischievous look on her face.

"What do you guys talk about so much?" She teased as you took the letter from Iron's beak. You shrugged, feeling your face heat up, and thought it better to look at the paper in your hands than Gamora's face.

“I don’t know,. Everything i think”. You answer.

Gamora is silent as you read the letter. You smile, because it is as if you hear Wanda's voice in the words you read.

"Can I ask you something?" Gamora speaks next, you make a noise with the little one in agreement, without taking your eyes off the paper. "Have you ever kissed anyone?

"What?" you ask in surprise, raising your eyes to her. "N-no."

Gamora's arms are crossed and she's sitting on the bed, and she raises her eyebrow in disbelief.

"Is that so?" She asks and you swallow dryly, confirming. Her expression softens. "I'm only saying that because a lot of people start dating in third grade."

You close the letter in your hands, placing it on the shelf beside you. Ignoring how the subject makes your stomach flip with nervousness, you rest your hands on your knee.

"Do you think we'll start dating too?" You ask shyly, and Gamora smiles, shrugging.

"Who knows?" She retorts. "I never thought about that either. But I do know that Pietro kissed Monica on the mouth after our leave vacation inside a cabin on the Hogwarts express."

"Are you for real?" You asked in surprise. "How did you find out about that?"

"Quill wrote to me last night." She says. "I forgot to tell you."

"Wow." You say.

"Yeah." She agrees. "Peter told me that Pietro turned red as a tomato, but kept smiling. I thought Wanda would tell you that."

You bit your tongue to avoid mentioning that you and Wanda don't talk about such things, and cleared your throat before shrugging.

"Maybe Pietro didn't say anything to her." You say. "I probably won't tell Tony when I have my first kiss."

"You're probably right." Gamora said casually. "But you're going to tell me, right? When you kiss someone, you need to tell me how to do it."

You laughed, walking over to Gamora.

"I promise I will." You say extending your pinky to her. She looks at you confused, "It's a pinky promise, haven't you ever sworn like that?"

"That's muggles' stuff." She comments with a smile, and you laugh.

"Yeah, my dad probably learned it from my mom." You say using your other hand to take Gamora's hand. "Come on, you put your finger like this, and then we swear."

Gamora laughed as she followed your commands, and then you repeated the promise. After you yawned, she bade you goodnight and went to her room.

You fought the urge to reread Wanda's letter, and threw yourself on the bed, not understanding why your brain was replaying Gamora's questions in your mind and you kept thinking of Wanda afterwards.

//-//

The Quidditch World Cup is happening this year, and you can hardly contain yourself with excitement.

You had been to the event a few times when you were younger, but now that you actually played quidditch it was a very different feeling.

Your favorite team was the Guardians of the Galaxy, who had played for England for many years, and were also your father's favorite team. Tony stopped liking them the first year, saying that they were losing too many games, but you knew it was because Steve Rogers was rooting for the Brooklyn Soldiers team and Tony was trying to impress him.

All your friends will be at the event, including many thousands of other witches from all over the world.

You have to wake up at dawn in order not to miss the time of the portal keys that have been scattered around the country by the Ministry of Magic, to prevent wizards from being seen disappearing into inappropriate places that could expose the magical world.

When you came down to the kitchen, everyone was already having breakfast. Your father kissed your forehead as he walked past you, a mug of coffee in one hand and a newspaper in the other.

"Finally awake, sleepyhead." Teased Tony when he saw you, you just yawned.

"Are we leaving already?" You asked sleepily, grabbing some toast.

"Yes, dear." Her father replied looking at his watch. "Get ready soon, or we'll miss the schedule."

You grumble in agreement, hurrying to get back to your room and take a shower.

When you are ready, and stretching as you walk to the outside of the house, Gamora joins you, a backpack on her back resembling yours.

"I can't wait to see the foreign wizards." She comments excitedly making you smile. Gamora didn't like the sport, and was far more excited to see the witches from the rest of the world than to watch the match.

"I bet there's going to be some Ilvermorny people's stall." You say as you catch up with your father, who was waiting next to Tony and Nebula. Jarvis waves goodbye to you from the doorway, and you begin walking toward the trail beyond the mansion grounds. "They are so show-offy."

Gamora laughs.

"I've never met anyone from the United States." She counters. "But some witches from Japan have been to my house."

You know that the mention of home or Thanos makes Gamora very uncomfortable, so you try to skirt around the subject.

"I guess Nurse Cho was from Mahoutokoro, huh?" You comment, and Gamora shrugs. "Thor had mentioned that during a class, I think."

"I wonder if the other schools are cool like Hogwarts?" She asks, and you smile.

"No place is like Hogwarts."

Gamora laughs, but agrees. You walk in silence for a few more minutes, and it is only when you reach an empty area that you stop.

"Here we are, people." Your father says next, slightly tired from the exercise. He waves for everyone to form a circle as he checks his watch. "Two minutes to go, children. Stand in position please."

There is a small cloth boot in the center of the circle, and you are not the least bit surprised because you know that portal keys are usually the most mundane things you can think of.

You all reach down and touch the boot with your fingertips. You smile at Tony who looks up at you. Two minutes later, you feel a tug, and everything spins around you. Taking a deep breath, you focus on controlling yourself as you are falling into the portal key. And then you land on the ground.

"Here we are." Your father says smiling beside you. You look to the side to see Gamora helping Nebula to stand up properly, as she had remarked that she gets a little queasy with this kind of magic. Tony throws an arm around your shoulders next.

"Ready to see the guardians lose, kid?" He teases causing you to let out a humorless laugh.

"You wish." You grumble pushing Tony lightly, who lets go as he laughs.

And then you start walking again, until you come to a place considerably noisier than where you were before.

The ministry seemed to have bypassed an area with low chains, and you notice the magical aura around the metal, signaling that everything was magically hidden.

There is a wizard in uniform at the entrance, and he collects the tickets before letting you pass into the hut area.

There are many tents of the most varied characteristics. You laugh in surprise when your gaze catches a conjuration exactly like a vacation castle, but much smaller in size. As you walk through the crowd, your father asks everyone to hold hands so as not to get lost as he guides you to the area where you would be staying.

Your father has rented a tent in a more private area of the place, and there are hardly any witches where you are. You like the silence, but you miss how much more fun the other place seems.

"The Rogers and the Barnes should be here by now I imagine." Your father comments as he waves his wand to open the cabin. You enter the room next, it is like a small winter home inside, very cozy.

"Yes, dad." Tony replies throwing his backpack on one of the couches. "I wrote Steve last night."

Howard grumbles in agreement, walking to the kitchen. You place your backpack on the floor next.

"Daddy, can I go look for Wanda and Pietro?" You ask and your father laughs, denying it.

"You didn't eat anything before you left, honey." He says turning around. "Eat something and then you can go look for them."

You grumble, but agree. While you are making some eggs, Steve's family arrives.

"Howard, you outdo yourself every year, my friend." Joseph Rogers comments as he enters the cabin. Your father smiles cheerfully as he hugs him in greeting, then greets Sarah, Steve's mother, with a kiss on the cheek. He ruffles Steve's hair and pats his arm, repeating the same gesture to Bucky, who follows behind.

" Is your father not here, James?" Howard asks next, and Bucky clears his throat.

"No, sir." He replies. "Since my sisters can't come, he took them to a music event in the muggle world. If you want my opinion, rock concerts are as cool as quidditch."

The comment makes Howard laugh in agreement, but Steve's family doesn't seem to understand very well.

Soon they were all around the room, talking animatedly about the most varied subjects. You exchanged a complicit look with Gamora and Nebula, and you took advantage of your father being involved in a conversation with Joseph to leave the cabin.

"Do you have any idea where Professor Lehnsherr has placed the tents?" Gamora asks you once you are outside and you look around.

"No." You reply. "Wanda just wrote that she and Pietro were going to be here too, but I don't even know if it's Magneto that's bringing them."

"We're just left to look then." Nebula concludes and you nod in agreement, starting to walk.

You walk back to the common tent area, looking around.

Gamora and Nebula are easily distracted by the amount of interesting things to see, and almost lose track of you when some witches from the Salem Institute hand them some exchange pamphlets.

It is only at the food stall that you finally find who you were looking for.

"My god, is that...?" You hear Gamora exclaim next to you in surprise. You know she was talking about Professor Lehnsherr, who is wearing jeans and a T-shirt and sunglasses and looks very well, and has a completely different posture than he usually has in class, but you are not looking at him anymore.

Your stomach is restless because you are looking at Wanda, wearing a black skirt with knee socks and boots, and a red jacket. She looks beautiful, and you are blushing.

Gamora waves to them from a distance, and it is Pietro who notices you guys first, waving back cheerfully while nudging Wanda on the shoulder. She blinks in confusion and then smiles when she sees you.

You think your legs have turned to jelly, but you continue walking toward her.

"It's so good to see you girls" Pietro exclaims happily as he hugs Gamora.

"Hi, Wanda." You greet with a half-hearted smile, but Wanda's face lights up and she jumps at you, hugging you tight, and making your heart soar. "It's good to see you too." You whisper humorously against her hair, and Wanda releases you with a reddened face, smiling widely.

"I missed you." She says to you shyly making you look away clumsily, but before you can add anything else, Pietro is greeting you as well, and Wanda does the same with your sisters.

"Hello everyone." Said a male voice next, and you stared at Professor Erik awkwardly. He didn't seem bothered by being approached by any of you, however, a hot dog in his hands.

"Hello, Professor Lehnsherr." You and your sisters said in unison, but the man had an almost friendly expression.

"Don't worry about being formal while we're here, girls." He says. "We're just sorcerers in here, looking for a little cheap entertainment."

You and Gamora exchange a look, not knowing exactly what to say next. Professor Erik sighs, and then looks at his children.

"You can go spend some time with the Starks, twins." He says making his kids let out excited exclamations. "Be back by the start time of the match, please. I don't want to lose sight of you in a place with so many people of unreliable origin."

You don't quite understand what "unreliable origin" means, but you don't question it, excited to spend some time with the Maximoffs.

After Erik gives them a few galleons to buy whatever snacks they want, you walk back to the cabin.

//-//

You spent the whole afternoon with all your friends in the cabin, playing magical games, practicing simple spells, and trying to guess the outcome of the match. When the first warning alarm sounded, you all let out a chorus of excitement.

You ran to your room, looking for the cheerleader accessories you had obtained, while ignoring the teasing Tony was throwing at you about the opponent team's sure victory.

He and the Rogers were all wearing blue and white scarves, bracelets and hats, which represented the colors of the Brooklyn Soldiers.

Your father was wearing a big red jacket with the symbol of a gold star, the team's mark. You gave him one of the buttons you brought.

Pietro was also rooting for the Soldiers, along with Nebula and Bucky, so you didn't try to lend any of your accessories to them.

Wanda was in the room when you put a blue scarf with gold accents around her neck.

"For you to support the team." You commented excitedly, without any idea that Wanda's flushed face was because the scarf smelled like you.

"Thanks." She said shyly, and you just nodded, holding some bottons on her shirt.

Gamora borrowed one of the hats you brought.

When you walked towards the stadium area, all the other spectators were leaving their tents and tents and going in the same direction, so the crowd was even bigger. You did your best not to get lost.

Once inside the iron structure, you felt someone nudge your shoulder.

"Pietro and I need to find Dad." Wanda said and you waved, but then frowned, nodding back.

"I think he found you first." You comment while watching Erik look at you as he enters the same iron corridor. He looks at your family and friends next for a moment, his expression serious. "See you after the game, right?"

"Of course." Wanda smiles before touching your arm lightly. You still feel the touch many moments later.

//-//

The match is absolutely incredible. It is even better because the guardians win with a remarkable difference when catcher Jean Gray captures the Snitch after the second half, the stadium vibrating in celebration.

It's a complete mess after that. There are fireworks, and a lot of noise. Even though they lost the match, all the Brooklyn Soldiers fans are so impressed with the incredible match that they join the celebrations.

You stumble out of the stadium between laughter, Gamora's arm around your shoulders as she laughs at the dance that your father and Joseph are doing on the way back.

Fans of the Guardians continued to light the celebratory fireworks, and there was a huge fireworks scarlet dragon streaking through the skies above your heads.

Your dad and the Rogers family go back to the cabin while you stay outside with Bucky and your friends, wanting to enjoy the rest of the fireworks display. You also want to see Wanda again.

"The Guardians are very excited, aren't they?" Bucky comments with a laugh, noticing an increase in the volume of the crowd's screams. You laugh and you look at the sky again.

When you blink, there is an explosion noise in the distance, so muffled by the other sounds that it makes you confused. Your friends don't seem to have heard, and you step forward, watching the crowd closely.

You see a lot of people laughing, and dancing, and it takes a minute for you to also notice those who are running.

"Guys." You call in confusion, and Gamora who was closest to you turns around with curiosity. "I think there is something wrong."

Another explosion occurs and this time everyone listens. The crowd in front seems to gradually realize that there is something wrong going on. And then the firework dragon in the sky is fading, considerably dimming the lighting.

Your father came out of the hut the next moment, a concerned look on his face, and the wand in his hands.

You feel a panic rising in the pit of your stomach when people start running and screaming, and you notice spells being cast from a distance. You were thinking it might be some kind of cheering team fight, but the possibility is completely ruled out when you notice the masked men in the crowd.

"Get your things now." Order your father out loud and then you are all moving back to the cabin, picking up all your belongings quickly. You hold the backpack tightly against your shoulders when you go out again, complete chaos around you. Your father, Joseph and Sarah lead you among the people, shouting that you need to get back to the portkey. You gasp in surprise when you feel a twinge behind your eyes, and you are struck by a vision of a forest. This little delay is enough to make you stay behind and lose sight of your family.

But you are not looking for them anyway. Your feet are spinning in the opposite position, and you are pushing people to run. You need to find Wanda.

//-//

You end up at the end of the camp, the tents far behind you. The sound of confusion drowned out by the distance. Feeling a new stab of pain in the head, your knees give way and your body lowers, while you raise your hands to your face, immediately being hit by a vision. This time you see a shadow of a tall figure, perhaps a man, standing in front of you. There is a metallic taste of blood in your mouth, and you want to get away, but there is something holding you back. When you blink, you're back the end of the camp.

You don't understand what's going on, and there is a feeling of hopelessness and helplessness in your chest, but you keep walking, crossing the magical chain and moving into the forest. You fall to the ground on your knees a moment later, intense pain all over your body. Gasping, you look up, only to see a green light form in the sky.

At first you thought it might be fireworks, but it was magic. The symbol of a hydra conjured in the clouds was beginning to move, and your entire body weighed.

You looked down, and your eyes caught a figure in the woods. It was a man, but he was too far away and you couldn't see his face. He had his wand raised to the sky, clearly being responsible for conjuring it up. Your head started to spin in pain, and you rested your hands on the ground to try to normalize your breathing, and then the man looked at you.

You felt your heart race when he started walking towards you, but then there were screams and footsteps, and he ran. A moment later, your father was kneeling beside you.

"Darling! Are you okay?" He asked worriedly raising his hands to your face looking for bruises. You sighed, still in pain. Only when the aurors of the ministry of magic raised their wands to the sky and made the mark disappear, you feel your body relieve immediately.

"I saw a man." You confessed breathlessly, and your father looked at you with confusion. But the wizards of the ministries seemed quite interested.

"Where, child?" Asked one of the aurors, you gasped slightly, feeling your body tremble a little.

"He went in that direction." You say pointing. "He was the one who conjured."

The woman nodded in understanding, and left after whistling for the rest of the Aurors to follow her. Your father helped you to stand.

"Honey, listen to me carefully." He said in a mixture of concern and seriousness. "Don't tell anyone about this."

“What, daddy? I don't.."

"Honey, please." He interrupts by stroking your cheeks with his thumb. “I will explain everything to you, I promise. But this needs to stay between us. You can't tell anyone what you saw in the sky.”

You swallow dry, but agree. Your dad doesn't let go of your hand all the way back to the portkey, and when you rejoin your friends again, you lie and say you just got lost in the food stall area after he gives a little grip on your fingers.

//-//

Your father doesn't explain anything to you.

When you return home, he receives urgent howlers from the ministry, and then he returns to the ministry of magic.

You are walking around the kitchen, outraged that you were prevented from looking for Wanda on your way out of the stadium and you have no idea if she is okay.

"What if the Maximoffs have a phone?" You grumble to yourself, but then you remember that you don't even have the number. You press your hands to your face, trying to calm yourself down. Wanda was fine. She had to be.

Gamora and Nebula are sitting on the couch, discussing something with each other, looking concerned. Tony locked himself in the room after Howard refused to tell him what was going on.

You don't understand why you have this horrible feeling in your chest, and you can't stop wondering if Wanda is okay, and then you support your hands on the table, trying to normalize your breathing and stop yourself from crying.

"Hey, breathe." You are almost startled by the voice at your side. Gamora touches your back tenderly, and you shake your head, feeling the tears flow. "She's fine, you need to breathe."

"You don't know that." You snap out of breath, and then Gamora puts her hand on your shoulder, asking you to look at her.

“We met Erik on the way out while you got lost. They left before you came back. ” She tells and you blink confused. “Wanda is safe. Breathe."

You gasp, and then your body relaxes as if a weight has been lifted off your back. Gamora looks at you with a mixture of concern and confusion, but you sigh, hugging her in appreciation.

"Thank you." You whisper against her hair. "I should have asked."

When you let go, she still looks at you with concern.

"Yeah, I know." She says assessing her face. "You should have asked how anyone else would do it."

You frown, not understanding what she is saying. But she still looks at you, suspicious.

“It looks like you were barely listening to us when your dad brought you back. And then I find you like that, and one word is enough to get you back to normal. ”

"What do you mean, Gamora?"

"I'm worried about you." She says. "I don't know what it is, but there is something strange about the way Wanda affects you."

You change the weight of your feet, uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation.

"What are you talking about?"

"She's talking about you not being able to bewitch Wanda." Nebula adds by getting up and walking over to you. You blink confused, ready to say that story was too old, but the girl is not intimidated. "She's talking about the way you behave around her."

"I don `t…"

"It's not just about liking someone." Nebula interrupts and you feel your cheeks heat up. "Gamora thought it was because you are in love, but that seems like something else."

Something in your stomach falls. You gasp in surprise.

"I'm not i-in love!" You exclaim with a racing heart. "I'm not…"

Gamora sighs impatiently, messing with hair. And trying to calm you down, she puts her hands on your shoulders next.

"Listen to me, okay?" She asks. "There's something weird about the way you care about Wanda. We don't know what it is, but you need to admit that you can see that too."

Facing your friend back, it takes a moment while you think of your words, for you to speak again.

"I saw a mark in the sky." You confess, deciding to disobey your father. Gamora blinks in confusion, and you clear your throat before you clear up everything that happened. Her hands fall off your shoulders when she opens her eyes wide for your confessions.

"Are you sure it was a hydra?" Nebula asks seriously and you wave.

"Do you know what that means?" You ask, and the girls exchange a look, but before they say it, you hear another voice.

"It is the Mephisto mark."

You get scared of Tony coming down the stairs, his gaze on you as he walks over to where you are. He folds his arms when he reaches you.

"Which means death walkers are back."

"Tony ..."

"You said you saw a wizard." He interrupts seriously. "Do you have any idea who it is?"

"No." You embarrassingly deny it, feeling your stomach sink with the look Tony is giving you. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You are the one who's been weird." He replies. "I'm just trying to understand what's going on."

"What did you mean by that?"

"What did you see in your head?" He counters with another question and you start to get angry at the way he is behaving, but tell him anyway. Tony sighs impatiently, turning in the opposite direction. He circles the room for a few moments before speaking again. “Daddy is never going to let us get involved in this. Especially now that you are having visions in your head. ”

"I still haven't told him about it." You grumble and Tony looks at you in surprise.

"Then don't say anything."

"What?" You exclaim with a frown in confusion. "What you mean? I need to say. I have to find out what it is. ”

Tony laughed incredulously.

"You still don't get it, do you?" he retorted. "Dad won't tell us anything. He didn't tell us about being an Auror, or about being friends with Professor Lehnsherr. He didn't even bother to try to understand why you can't bewitch Wanda!" Tony squirms angrily, and you shrink your body to the pitch of his voice. But he sighs, running his hands through his hair, and softening his expression. "I'm sorry, I'm not angry with you. It's just... I don't like being lied to."

You looked away, feeling tired. All this talk was making your head hurt, and the previous events had affected you more than you would like to admit.

"I don't know what we can do about this." You say. "I don't understand what's going on, and Dad would be the first person I would ask something, but he's not willing to help us. I feel like I'm at a dead end."

Tony lifts his arm to your shoulder, trying to reassure you.

"Hey, don't be so concerned about it." He says. "I'll find out what I can, and well, we're going back to Hogwarts next week. You and Wanda can try to figure out what this connection is about, while I try to figure out what's going on at the ministry."

You nod in agreement and Tony smiles, hugging you briefly. You hope that despite everything, you will have a quiet year at Hogwarts.

//-//

The Maximoffs are not on board the Hogwarts express.

You are in the same cabin as your friends, squeezed in because not everyone can fit in there, and you take several turns with Peter and Darcy in turn to sit down, while you are spread out in the corridor.

"No sign of Wanda, huh?" Gamora asked as she saw you looking around the hallway for the tenth time while you were standing outside the cabin, listening to Mantis tell you about her summer from inside.

"No." You reply. "I talked to her Slytherin colleagues, but none of them were very happy to tell me anything. Wanda didn't say anything in her last letter."

"Maybe she will arrive in a flying car, I hear they are popular." She jokes, making you laugh briefly. You can't ignore the nervous feeling in your stomach, and you sigh. Gamora places her hands on your shoulders. "Let's find something to distract you, okay? How about some explosive snap?"

//-//

Laughing at Quill's joke about the last statement in the Daily Prophet, as you walked off the train with the rest of your friends toward the castle.

A chorus of excitement coming from some students ahead of you caught your and your friends' attention, who looked in the direction curiously.

"Is that a ship?" You heard someone ask as they pointed in the direction of the lake.

There was a large old ship, right in the center, coming toward the castle. Everyone looked on excitedly.

"Students, please continue toward the castle!" Drax loudly commanded the crowd, and the students exchanged nervous whispers, all extremely curious to know who was coming to the castle. You swapped a glance with Gamora before following the crowd.

//-//

Already seated at the Hufflepuff table, you startled slightly when Mantis touched your hand.

"Calm down, you're making it snow." She asked gently. You shook your head, realizing the cloud you had accidentally conjured up above you. You had been so nervous the last few minutes, which only got worse when your gaze failed to find Wanda at the Slytherin table, and to no avail was the look of reassurance Gamora threw at you when she said she would ask her colleagues about her over dinner. As soon as you sat down at the Hufflepuff table, you played with your wand between your fingers, and before you knew it, it was snowing.

"Sorry about that." You mumble clumsily, putting your wand back away. Mantis is not angry, her look is one of concern.

"I'm sure everything is fine with Wanda." Mantis says to you, and you sigh, running your hand through your hair.

"I think so too." You say. "I just don't know why I can't stop thinking about it."

"Y/N..."

You lost your attention completely on Mantis as your gaze reached the door of the hall just as you noticed the figures entering. Wanda and Pietro, walking hurriedly to the Slytherin table, being two of the last students to enter the hall before the door closed. You made mention of getting up, but Mantis held you by the shoulders.

You were about to complain, but she pointed in the direction of the teachers' table, and you rolled your eyes, because the welcoming speech was about to begin. Your gaze remained on Wanda, but she was looking straight ahead. The only good thing was that the feeling of worry in you diminished considerably now that you were seeing her.

"[...] and I am proud to tell you that a very special event will take place at Hogwarts this year: the Triwizard Tournament!"

You are startled slightly when Headmistress Harkness' words reach your ears at the same moment that the main hall explodes in hubbub. You lose sight of Wanda because people are moving excitedly, and Mantis is nudging you to look forward.

It is only now that you notice the large stone globet and the blue flame displayed in front of the bench. You blink in surprise, feeling your face flush because you spent all the minutes of the speech staring at Wanda without realizing it.

Then the principal speaks again.

"Of course, the ministry has determined rules for the safety of the students." She recounts. "No student under the age of seventeen will be allowed to participate in the tournament, in addition to the dueling rules..."

The principal's speech was drowned out by the chorus of protests from the younger students, especially those in the fifth and sixth grades. You raised your eyebrow slightly, because you noticed that your brother was one of the boys who was shouting in annoyance.

Agatha then made a stern expression, clearly annoyed at having been interrupted, and it took only a few moments for the hall to become completely silent, and for her to smile again.

"Note that the other participating schools will be staying with us this year." She continues her speech. "Please welcome the students from Durmstrang Institute."

The doors to the main hall opened again, and a small crowd of students wearing thick winter coats entered. A tall, shabby-looking man with a scar over his right eye was at the front, guiding the students.

"Agatha!" Greeted the man with open arms as he reached the headmistress. Agatha smiled as she hugged him, and you tried to get a look at the new folks, as did the rest of the school, who were looking excitedly at the crowd. You let out a surprised exclamation when you recognized one of the faces. Your classmates also seemed to realize who it was, because many whistles and comments were heard.

"That's Jean Grey, isn't it?" Peter Parker asked sitting next to you. When you confirmed it, he widened his eyes. "Wow, I didn't know she was still in school."

"She's the youngest catcher of the century, Parker." You commented with a smile.

"She's very pretty, isn't she?" He retorted, and you made a noise of agreement.

The students reached the front of the hall next.

"It's good to have you here, Yondu." Said the headmistress. "How was the trip?"

"Wet and noisy, woman!" Rebutted the man humorously. He didn't seem too excited to greet any other teachers, focused only on the woman in front of him. Agatha looked at the students next.

"Please feel free to join any of the empty seats, all the houses were honored to accommodate you." She warned the students, but they only moved after Yondu waved lightly at them.

You bit the inside of your cheek, noting that almost everyone sat down at the Slytherin table. Yondu joined the students next, not failing to take a good look at the goblet before sitting down.

Agatha looked down the hall again.

"Let us also welcome our honored guests from Beauxbatons."

The students at Beauxbatons' institute seemed nicer the first moment you saw them, but as soon as you noticed the way their cloaks were bewitched to land gracefully on the floor as they moved, you figured they must be the kind of people who wouldn't be happy with Hogwarts' cleaning schedule.

The principal of Beauxbatons was a tall, stout woman, very beautiful. She had a crown on her head, and you wondered if the people of Beauxbatons were royalty in some way.

"Ovette, it is an honor to have you with us." She greeted Principal Agatha, but unlike before, her smile was cold, almost fake. The other woman didn't seem happy to be there either, but returned the greeting in the same formality.

The Beauxbatons students sat down at Gryffindor's table, and you giggled when Quill grimaced at you from his table as one of the boys sat down next to him.

Suddenly you felt very hungry. And dinner didn't disappoint.

"I think you'd better wait to talk to Wanda tomorrow," Mantis remarked next to you as soon as you finished eating. You frowned, looking at her.

"Why?"

"Professor Lehnsherr has been staring at the Slytherin table like he's going to cast a good behavior spell at them the entire dinner." She counters as she looks at the teachers' table. You look just in time to catch Erik with a stern look toward the students who were talking loudly on the end before he went back to eating his potato salad.

"Maybe he just expects better behavior while we have guests here." You comments, glancing back to the Slytherin table. Wanda's gaze has not searched for yours all dinner, and you are starting to get annoyed by this.

"If you're going to risk it, I suggest you do it before curfew." Mantis quips as she looks down at her own lap. Groot is trying to steal her piece of chicken, and she smiles as she hands him a loaf of bread.

You look around. All the students are sitting at their respective house tables, and despite the loud buzz of conversation, no one is standing. You know that if you stood up, and walked to the other side of the room, everyone would look at you. Sighing in annoyance, you rest your face on your hand and your elbow on the table, giving up on talking to Wanda during dinner.

When dessert arrives, you become distracted.

//-//

Your best idea is to catch up with Wanda at the end of dinner, but you frown when she doesn't get up from the table along with the other students. The next moment, Professor Erik is joining her, and the crowd of Hufflepuff students pushing you out makes you lose sight of her.

You mumble softly to yourself when you have to go back to the dormitory, and Mantis gives you a short smile, equally annoyed by your nervousness.

//=//

You tried to sleep. Maybe at some point you did.

After you went back to the dorm with everyone else, put on your pajamas and turned off the lights, you think you fell asleep almost immediately. But there was no rest.

The minute you fell asleep, you were somewhere else, fully conscious.

It looked like a graveyard, and there was a lot of smog. You turned over, feeling breathless, and saw a red light, maybe it was a spell. The next moment you woke up, panting, opening your eyes and immediately sitting up in bed. Surprised at the amount of sweat on your shirt, you frowned.

The dormitory was completely dark, and everyone was sleeping around you. You felt thirsty, and as you tried to understand exactly what you had dreamed, you left the room.

The rest of the common room was also empty, and you sighed as an idea crossed your mind. Biting your lips, you shook your head. No, you were not going to sneak through the dormitory into the Slytherin hall, because that was absolutely against all the rules, and more importantly, it would be weird.

Ignoring the sudden urgency you felt to follow your idea, you forced yourself back to your dormitory, hoping that you would be able to sleep again.

//-//

The next day, you had no need to look for Wanda, because she found you first.

As soon as you left for breakfast, accompanied by Mantis, you gasped in surprise as you felt some jump on you just before the entrance to the main hall.

"I missed you." Wanda sighed as she wrapped her arms around your neck. Some students looked at you curiously, but you didn't mind, circling Wanda's waist to return the hug.

"I missed you too." You retorted by hiding your face in her neck, feeling your whole body relax with the scent of her perfume.

But a sound of someone clearing their throat broke the moment, and Wanda turned away from you, her cheeks flushed.

"You saw each other last week." Pietro teased with a slight frown on his forehead. He didn't press the matter, however, greeting you afterwards.

You made your way to the Slytherin table, your newly awakened friends looking sleepy as they lazily enjoyed their breakfast.

After greeting everyone, you sat down next to Gamora, who was looking at the daily prophet.

"Not a word about what happened in the Quidditch world cup" She commented indignantly. The group shared the same reaction. "All the news is about the triwizard tournament being held at Hogwarts."

"Maybe they don't want to cause a panic." Quill then reasoned. You knew that he, as well as Mantis, only knew about what happened in the cup because of the letters you and Gamora sent.

"It just seems like they are hiding the truth." Gamora retorts without taking her gaze off the paper. You glance at the figures moving around before turning your attention back to your coffee.

"Clearly corrupt wizarding ministry matters aside, is anyone here going to try to sign up for the tournament?" Quill asked next, causing you to frown as Nebula and Gamora gave a giggle.

"No one here is of age." You comment with confusion, but Quill gives a wry chuckle.

"You Hufflepuff people are adorable." He teases making you laugh. He stretches his arms out to Pietro and Monica's shoulders next as he is sitting between them. "My Gryffindor buddies have found the perfect solution to solve this problem."

You look at the three of them curiously. Gamora rolls her eyes, and turns her attention back to the cereal.

"Let me guess, aging potion?" Nebula then suggests, and Quill lets out an impressed exclamation.

"Look at you Nebula, who would have guessed? I'll make a troublemaker out of you yet." He jokes, but Nebula just raises her middle finger at him, making the rest of the table laugh.

You are slightly distracted because Wanda asked you to pass the jelly to her and your fingers brushed against each other, and you had to keep it together, unaware because the sensation spread a tingle across your skin, so you are startled when Quill lets out an excited exclamation next.

"I just remembered!" He says. "I didn't complain enough about the cancellation of the Quidditch cup between the houses. I was sure Gryffindor would win this year."

Wanda lets out a wry chuckle, and Quill makes a mocking face at her, tossing a piece of bread in her direction.

You like to see your friends like that, playing with each other. The next moment, Mantis asks how Quill intends to get past the goblet spells to put his name on it, and the boy spends the next few minutes arguing that the aging spell is enough to break the enchantment, and your friends seem happy to argue with him about it.

//-//

You're not sure how you're going to tell Wanda that you need to talk to her about the events of the vacations, and the cup, and well, your connection to her, so you ignore the suggestive look Gamora throws at you after coffee and decide to put it off for as long as you can.

Your classes seem to have gotten even harder and more boring, but you struggle. It's even trickier to pay attention when the whole school is excited about the triwizard tournament, and there' a lot of noise between and during the classes, after a while, the teachers give up on calming the moods.

Without Quidditch, you have free periods, and you use this time to spend with your friends, either playing witch chess or explosive snap, or even getting some practice with your broom.

The foreign students get more comfortable as time goes on. You would think that they would be sleeping in one of the dormitories, but they are staying on the ships and in the carriages that they have come on.

The only times you got a glimpse of Beauxbatons' carriages was on the way to the class on the Tract of Magical Creatures, and you weren't the only one trying to get a better look, but the guardian Drax was quick to scare off any curious people who got too close.

With three weeks of classes, the atmosphere at Hogwarts had changed a lot. You knew it was because the date for choosing champions was approaching, and everyone seemed to be holding their breath about it.

Pietro and Quill actually proceeded with the idea of trying to fool the goblet with an aging potion. You and the girls joined them in the room where the magic object had been placed, and witnessed them try. And fail miserably. Wanda was worried that Pietro had been hurt when he was thrown across the room trying to get through the protective circle, but as soon as she saw his aged face, she laughed, and all the girls followed her.

Pietro and Quill were annoyed for three seconds before they began to laugh as well.

You fell silent the next moment, however, because Jean Grey entered the room accompanied by Headmaster Youndu, both of whom looked at you all reproachfully.

Jean placed a piece of parchment in the flame, and you all watched with some admiration as the goblet accepted her inscription.

The small admiring smile you had on your lip completely disappeared when Jean looked at Wanda on her way out, her gaze flashing in a way that made your stomach turn the wrong way.

When Pietro started talking about how amazing it was to have a famous player at school, you didn't feel excited about the idea anymore.

//-//

After your double period of potions on Thursday the last week of September, you could practically catch the anxious tension of your classmates in the air.

At dinner that night, the school champions would be chosen and even you, who were more concerned about the lack of news from home and the way Tony was clearly avoiding your presence, were curious to know who would be chosen.

The Goblet of Fire had been moved to the center of the main hall and you joined the Hufflepuff table with Mantis, noticing the warning look that Headmistress Okoye cast at anyone who was not behaving in the most chivalrous manner possible, but you didn't remark on it, noticing the wizards wearing formal attire at the teachers' table, probably being employees of the Ministry of Magic and reporters for the Daily Prophet.

A characteristic buzz was going on among the students, but the room fell silent as the students from the other schools entered the hall together with their principals.

When Headmistress Agatha began the selection ceremony, everyone seemed to hold their breath.

"[...] Tonight the goblet will choose the one who is worthy to represent their schools in the triwizard tournament. The ceremony of choice begins now." She gracefully presents, wand in hand. Agatha touches the tip of the goblet next, and the flame on the top changes to red briefly, expelling a piece of parchment through the air. Agatha catches the item between her fingers. "The champion of Durmstrang is Jean Grey."

The room erupts in applause and tears of celebration. You clap happily too, completely forgetting about that day in the hall. You knew that Jean had become quite popular among the Hogwarts gossips, especially since she is already a celebrity, so the reaction of your classmates was not a surprise to you.

You and the rest of the students watched as she accepted the parchment from Agatha before greeting the ministry wizards, and then walked into the small door behind the teachers' desk. As she left, everyone was silent again.

Principal Harkness repeated the wand movement on the goblet, and the flames turned blue again. She paused briefly before announcing the next champion.

"Beauxbatons' champion is Maria Hill!"

You watch a very elegant girl get up from one of the front seats and walk in the same direction as Jean amidst the applause. The commotion is a little less than Grey's, but you know that it is only because Grey was famous.

A moment later it is the turn of the Hogwarts champion, and you are much more excited for this.

Agatha also seems more excited about this, a small smile escaping her lips before she repeats the wand movement.

When the parchment falls into her hands, she reads it aloud.

"The champion of Hogwarts..." She begins and her expression falls, her frown frowning. The brief suspense only makes everyone even more anxious. "Wanda Maximoff."

The crowd's reaction is remarkably different from the other champions; the hall explodes into a buzz of accusations of cheating, pointing out that Wanda was underage, and even snide remarks about a Slytherin representing the school, but you were barely listening. A wave of preoccupation takes over your body completely, and you look around the table for Wanda, but she is already standing up, her chin held high despite all the negative comments. She accepts the parchment Agatha hands her and heads in the same direction as the other champions.

Harkness makes another movement with her wand and the flame from the goblet goes out. In the next second she is leaving the room, being escorted by the other directors and the ministry officials to the Hall of Champions. As soon as the door closes, the hall explodes in agitated hubbub, and many people stand up.

As the teachers call for calm, especially for the Gryffindor students who accuse the Slytherin of cheating, you and Mantis stand up and join your friends.

"I can't believe that just happened." Gamora comments as soon as you reach her, as impressed as she is concerned.

Your gaze searches for Pietro however, and he looks upset.

"Comrade, your sister is the champion of Hogwarts! She managed to do what we were trying to! Why the long face?" Quill asked his friend excited and confused, but when he went to hug Pietro, he pulled away, an angry grimace on his face.

"I can't believe Wanda kept this from me." He grumbled, you and your friends looked at him in surprise.

"Come on Pietro, maybe she didn't think it would work and didn't want to say anything." Quill suggested but the boy shook his head.

"No you don't get it." He retorts. "She absolutely could not have risked doing something like that."

And then he turns away, and heads for the teachers' table. You and your friends are left with puzzled expressions, but upon noticing that he looked like he was going to be talking to his father for quite some time, you return to your conversation.

"I can't believe Wanda didn't tell anyone about putting in the name on the goblet, that's incredible." Quill adds. Nebula begins to argue how dangerous it was for someone without enough magical acquaintance to be in such an ordeal, and your stomach does a turn. You walk away from the conversation, heading toward the group of Tony's friends who were standing a few feet away from you.

"Hey, your friend just caused a stir around here." Tony jokes as soon as you reach him.

"I noticed it." You retort as you spot Professor Strange separating with a spell a student who jumped on top of another. "Everyone is talking about how dangerous it is for her to participate, can you tell me anything good about it?"

Tony laughs at the desperation in your voice.

"I figure eternal glory and the thousand-gallon prize is the good part." He teases, and you run your hands through your hair, trying to ignore the urge to go into that little room and find out if Wanda is okay. Tony assumes a serious expression next, and lowers his tone, not that it was necessary, since everyone seems wrapped up in their own conversations. "You also find it strange that this happens after what happened at the cup, don't you?" He asks and you nod. Tony sighs. "Maybe this is a good time for you to talk to Wanda, little sis. About how you feel about her. And well, maybe as you help her practice for the tournament, you guys can figure out what that connection means."

You nod, feeling your cheeks warm. It was still strange how all your friends knew about the way you cared for Wanda.

You wanted to ask Tony if he had found out anything since you last talked properly, but Professor Strange ordered everyone back to their dormitories the next moment, and after Tony messed up your hair, you turned and headed toward the Hufflepuff students who were leaving the hall.

//-//

There was no way you could sleep without talking to Wanda, so you risked an detention by sneaking out of the dorm after curfew. Mantis grumbled at you to be careful before turning over in her sleepy state, making you laugh softly.

You used a simple invisibility spell on yourself, not so strong that you were completely invisible, but enough to blend into the shadows of the castle as you descended back into the dungeons. Hogwarts was, yes, very scary at that time.

The board at the entrance was sleeping, and after removing the invisibility spell, you poked it with your wand to wake it up.

"What, what is that?" Complained the irritated painting, looking around and acquiring an angry expression when he noticed you.

"I'm sorry. Keep your voice down please." You asked. "I need to get inside."

The painting looked at you suspiciously.

"I have seen you here before, but you are not from the honorable house of Slytherin."

"That is not your problem, Mr. Talos." You retort impatiently. "Just let me in. The password is Polyjuice Potion."

"Your friends will get in trouble if they keep sharing their password with you." Warned the painting before moving, giving you passage to enter.

"Thank you, Mr.Talos." You said with slight irony, walking into the dormitory.

You bit the inside of your cheek as you looked around at the empty environment. You were used to the place, but it was still creepy when poorly lit like this.

"We don't like intruders." Spoke a voice in the corner of the room, making you jump in fright.

"Damn, Nat, you scared the hell out of me." You complained, putting your hand to your chest and feeling your heart racing. The girl giggled, closing the book in her hand and standing up in your direction.

"Why are you here?" she asked with her arms crossed.

You gave her a lopsided smile.

"I came to check on Wanda, of course."

Nat narrowed her eyes at you.

"Why?"

"Why?" you retort after a short laugh. "Because she has just been chosen for the deadliest competition in the wizarding world, and everyone in this place wants to remind me of it!" You exclaim, and can't stop yourself. "I heard a girl say in the hallway that the tournament was banned for the number of deaths! Did you know that? Yeah, neither did I. And well, I can't sleep, because I keep thinking that something like that might happen to Wanda. And when I think about it, I can't breathe and I..."

"Stark, breathe!" Natasha interrupts you with concern, placing her hands on your shoulders. You gasp slightly, realizing that your eyes are filled with tears as you notice your vision blurring. You sigh, trying to normalize your breathing as you force a smile and wipe your face. "God, what was that all about?"

"It was nothing." You grumble. "I'm just worried."

Natasha doesn't buy your excuse, though.

"Tony told me about what happened in the cup." She says as she lowers her arms. You look at her in surprise. "He also told me about how connected to Wanda you have been feeling. I just didn't imagine that you would almost have a little tantrum at the possibility of her getting hurt."

You feel your cheeks flush, looking away to your shoes.

"I didn't have a tantrum."

"Nearly." She teases, but you don't laugh, feeling your stomach churn. Nat looks at you seriously next. "Wanda's not here."

You raise your head in surprise.

"What? Why?"

"I don't know." She replies. "Believe me, you weren't the only one who tried to talk to her. The whole dorm was wanting to know how she tricked the goblet, but no one has seen her since the selection."

You feel your heart soar, and seeing the way you react, Nat raises a hand to your arm again.

"Hey, try not to think about it so much." She says. "Maybe she's with her father. I imagine it's been quite a commotion that a minor has swindled the goblet, and the ministry must be trying to decide what to do. She must be in the teachers' dormitory, she is still a child after all."

"Wanda is already fifteen." You grumble.

"Yes, and I'm sixteen. We're all kids, Y/N." She retorts. "I don't think Professor Lehnsherr was going to leave his daughter alone at such a time."

You sigh, nodding in agreement.

"Try to get some sleep, will you?" Nat asks next. "I'm sure Wanda will talk to you tomorrow. And well, I think she's going to need her best friend to not sleep through the conversation."

"Wanda said I'm her best friend?"

Nat laughs at the way you talk, probably sounding like a lovesick puppy.

"God, you two are a disaster." She comments before waving you toward the exit. You bid her goodnight and thank her before walking back to your dorm.

//-//

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kinsey3furry300 · 3 years ago

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So how the heck do the Avengers pay for stuff, and how rich are they?

So, in the wake of “Falcon and the Winter Soldier” There’s a lot of debate about why Sam didn’t seem to get paid well for his work in the Avengers (at least in the MCU continuity), and this has got me thinking: we’ve got no evidence that the Avengers are, financially, anything but a hot mess. So lets break it down, Avenger by Avenger, using real-world pay scales for the ones who have jobs.

Tony: a billionaire, so clearly he’s a financial genius, right? Well….. his actions say otherwise. He’s shown to be wildly irresponsible with his money. He inherited a lot of wealth form his parents which was managed by the first Jarvis, Obadiah, and Pepper for him, he buys and then gives away not just woks of art, but entire collections by major 20th century artists on a whim, destroyed his own cars and home without concern, he tanks the value of his own company in the first Iron Man with a bad press interview, gets kicked of his own bord of directors, and ultimately, in Iron Man 2, gives control of his company to Pepper. He’s insanely rich, and insanely smart, but man, he’s not smart with his money. So all the cool stuff, his suits, the Avengers tower, the facility up-state: that’s all paid for by him, but Pepper is holding the purse-stings. So, does he pay the others? We have no evidence for most of them… but we do with Spidey. Peter Parker is in the Stark Internship Program a euphemism to hide the fact he’s training and mentoring him as a super-hero, but I find the wording interesting: he refers to Spidey, his surrogate son and chosen heir, as an intern. I.E., Unpaid. I’m guessing this is Howard’s influence over him, some sort of ‘make you own way in the world, son’ attitude, but if he’s not paying Spidey, is he paying anyone else? He certainly pays for stuff super heroes suits and things, equipment, fuel, the base, but does he pay anyone a wage? No one ever mentions it. You think it would come up.

So, if he’s not paying them a wage, where do Avengers (and thier allies) get their day-to-day money from, and are they rich? Using google and https://www.federalpay.org, lets find out.

Cap: Well, before Civil war, he’s a shield operative, and he presumably still holds his military rank: he’s a US Army captain, with (well) over 40 years service, so USD$88,142.40 per year, with $237.71 drill pay (pay per drill you have to do on weekends, on leave or outside of normal service) and $175.00 per month hazard pay (which I bet is interesting) on top of that. As a WW2 veteran, he’d be eligible for a war pension if he:

Was not discharged for dishonorable reasons; and,

Served 90 days of active military duty; and,

Served at least one day during wartime ("wartime" as determined by the VA); and,

Had countable family income below a certain yearly limit; and,

Is age 65 years or older; or

Regardless of age is permanently disabled, not due to wilful misconduct.

As he’s still receiving 90k per year, he’s ineligible for a pension as his countable yearly income is above the limit. So if shield pays him in accordance with his rank and years of service, about $90, 600 per year incuding hazard pay.

After civil war, he’s a fugitive on the run, so presumably flat broke. I’d asume he gets his pension returened to him after the snap.

He’s also just gone from the 40’s to the present day, so 70 years of inflation probably makes buying things very confusing for him: everything would seem insanely expensive at first. He’d also not know what the correct prices are for anything invented after 45. You might get used to how much more expensive food and coffee is, but how much is a smart-phone worth? $200? $2000 $20000? Who knows? I bet the others have to facepalm a lot when he either refuses to pay for what he sees as clear price-gouging, and at the same time regularly pays insane amounts of money for goods and services because he doesn’t know better. He also has no known assets other than his pay: he rents an apartment making him one of the few American males in his age-group who isn’t a home-owner

Thor: Does Asgard even have currency? It’s depicted like a “Crystal spires and toga” type utopia with no poverty: even working class Asgardian’s like Scourge seem to be pretty well-off and want for nothing, so he’s from a post-scarcity society where actual magic is a thing. His “Another” coffee cup smashing and the fact he doesn’t have a computer of phone in Ragnarök might indicate that, no, he just doesn’t have, need or understand money. Splitting a bar tab with him must be a nightmare. His breakdown post snap indicates he’s got some cash, but not a huge amount, and is probably skiving of Valkyrie and the other Asgardians.

Banner: Okay, so a PhD could make you a lot of money from patents… in pharmacology or engineering. Theoretical physics? Not so good. And if Banner did have any patents, they’ve probably been seized under eminent domain by the US military. At the start of The Hulk film, he’s working a entry-level factory job at a botteling plant in Brazil. The minimum wage in Brazil is 1069.62 Real per month, that’s 12,835.44 Real per year, or around $2437.79 US per year, before everything goes wrong for him! He then runs off to India, works for Tony for a bit and then gets shot into space. Spidey may actually make more in allowance than Banner does, and Banner is a gown ass man with bills to pay: I’d imagine he loses a lot in ripped clothing.

Natasha and Barton: Pre Civil-war, both are government spooks, so how well does that pay? The salaries of CIA Intelligence Analysts based in the US range from $25,838 to $685,701 , with a median salary of $125,340, so let’s assume that Shield pays in a similar range: $685,701 per year for Director Fury, around 125,000 for Natasha and Cliff, which explains Cliff’s nice, middle-class mid-western home. Post civil war, presumably not great: we know that Natasha spends a lot of her savings running and hiding all across the world, and Cliff takes a deal and presumably lives of his savings, pension and his wife’s income.

Rhodes: Full USAF colonel with over 10 years service? $105,562.80 per year, plus $293.23 drill pay per drill and $175 per month hazard pay, and because he’s team Stark and not Team Cap in Civil War, he’d not lose any of that. He presumably also gets an injury pay-out after his accident. After T’challa and Stark, he might be the best paid avenger.

Dr Strange: spends all his money he made as a surgeon on trying to cure his hands: spends literally his last dollars heading to Nepal to train. Wong even jokes with him about their lack of worldly money when asking for a tuna-melt. But, can use illusion to make people think he has money, and his home and clothes etc. come with the job, so in the same boat as Thor in that he has no money, but needs none AKA, he’s a bastard to try and split a restaurant bill with.

Wanda and Vision: No know source of income, just sort of live in Tony’s hose and eat his food, and on top of that Wanda goes on the run after civil war… yet they can stay in fancy hotels in Edinburgh, a relatively expensive city, and Vison apparently bought them a house to retire in, so one of them has some source of money. Maybe Tony gave Vision years of back-pay form when he was still Jarvis, or maybe the vison has a day job, which is, frankly, hilarious. Could you imagine him as a barista? I can, and it makes me very happy.

Scott Lang: I’d assumed he’d be super, super broke, but apparently the average pay for a private security consultant in the Bay area is $85,430 per year. Not bad. Pity he gets sucked into the quantum realm just as his business is taking off, so presumably, flat broke again.

Bucky: no known income, and I doubt Hydra paid him for being the Winter Soldier so he probably has no savings, but he should, technically, qualify for a military pension. As a single veteran, he’d be eligible for federal tax-free pension of up to $1732 per month, or $20,784 tax free per year. Not much for someone who lives in NYC. He may also be eligible for medical benefits over the loss of his arm. Whether or not he got to see any of that money given how confused his life has been over the past 10 years is unclear, but on paper he’s eligible.

T’challa: He is, quite possibly, richer than Stark, and as an absolute monarch pays no tax and has access to his Nation’s vast wealth in vibanium. It’s good to be the king!

Captain Marvel: USAF captain, and a test pilot; the test pilot school only accepts applicants with a service length of less than 9 years 6 months (10 years six moths of helicopters) as they don’t want older applicants. With 8 years service, $79,538.40, plus drill pay and hazard. However, no know (human) pay since 1990. Flat broke.

Guardians of the Galaxy: no data, but I’m assuming “Cowboy Bebop” levels of perpetual never-ending poverty given the way they choose to live. I’d also assume Rocket has taken all their cash into some sort of Ponzi scheme of his own creation, because just look at him, of course he has.

Spidey: he’s got about $10 of his aunts’ money at any given time, so he can buy lunch… which may in fact be more than Banner or Lang, and we know it’s more that Strange or Thor.

So, here the big one: how rich or how broke is Sam?

Sam Wilson: annoyingly, we’re not directly told what rank Sam held in any MCU film. USAF pararescue “Maroon berets” are generally NCO’s (but there’ are officer-ranked pararescue) , and he’s seen working on his wings at one point, where as officers don’t generally work on or maintain airframes. He’s shown wearing a Nation Air guard grey while jogging at one point to confuse the matter further. The general consensus on redit is he’s a former USAF tech sergeant (E-6). But how long was he in the air force? With six years service (the minimum sensible time he could have served to work in pararescue based on his age), that would be $41,464.80 per year, plus drill pay and hazard. As Anthony Mackie, the actor that plays him, was 36 as of Civil War, and assuming the character is the same age, and assuming he retired from the air force that year, and he joined the USAF at 17, the youngest you can join, he’d have served 19 years, giving him a pay of $51,566.40, the maximum pay you can get at this rank before promotion to Master Sergent, but meaning he left just before he’d qualify for the 50% final salary pension you’d qualify for after 20 years. Which seems weird. So let’s assume the character is one year older than the actor that plays him and served 20 years (ages 17-37), that means Sam has a military pension of $25,783.20 per year (20,784 of it tax-free), plus any injury benefits. He councils other veterans, but doesn’t get paid for that. He also chooses Team Cap in Civil War, so would become a wanted criminal, and so lose his income between 2016 and 2018, and then gets snapped and has no income for 5 years, which would destroy his credit rating. Like the rest of Team Cap, he presumably gets his post snap pardon, and goes to work for the US government at his former pay and rank. However, given how Captain John Walker treats him as an equal, it’s possible he’s been promoted to a captain when the hired back, giving him a pay of between $54,176.40 to $88,142.40 (with 20 years experience, depending on if they take into account his prior service or not, and how much prior service he has), but either way, he’s just starting this as a new job after being legally dead for 5 years: no savings, and no credit.

Commercial fishing vessels cost about 10% of their total value per year in maintenance alone. I can’t identify what sort of boat the Wilson’s have, but some quick googling indicates that the cheapest 15m long wooden in-shore shrimp trawler costs around $140,000, so that’s $14,000 per year in maintenance costs alone, minimum. And that’s a lower estimate, assuming the rest of the business is sound, which we know it isn’t.

So, in concussion, yes, Sam is in some serious financial trouble until he can re-build his savings and credit, but the scary bit is he’s not alone in that: he’s probably better off than Lang, Banner, Danvers, Strange, Thor, Bucky, Wanda and Parker. Only Clint (if he gets a full pardon and gets his full pension), Rhodes, Stark and T’challa aren’t in some sort of potential financial problems. That asshole bank teller was right: despite the fact it seems to pay well on paper, with a few exceptions, the Avengers financials are probibaly a mess. EDIT: Rocket is running the Ponzi scheme, if that’s not clear from context. The others know they have money somewhere, but not where it’s gone. And It’s been pointed out to me that as he’s technically a POW while he’s the Winter Soldier, Bucky is owed over 70 years back-pay, equal to over 3 million dollars, details in the notes.

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