#welovedaisyjohnson

[marvelousbirthdays]

Happy Birthday, plantmistress1!

February 7 - CaptainQuake "Can I put you on my to-do list?" by @plantmistress1

Written by @iamartemisday

Daisy Johnson was completely, absolutely, one hundred percent done with secret agents and superheroes.

Every time she thought she might have fallen for one, he either went evil or died or went evil AND died. Heartbreak ran deep, and for a long time, she was ready to give up on love and hole away with her computer until her hair turned grey. Frankly, enough was enough. It was time to go back to the real world and find some nice, normal men to date.

Trouble is, finding nice, normal men is hard when you yourself are a secret agent and a superhero (sort of). With precious few options available in her day to day life, she turned to that almighty resource: the internet.

Online dating was just about everything the critics said it was. The first guy she messaged immediately sent her dick pics. She looked at one and was almost impressed until she spotted the porn website url at the bottom of the page. She replied with a link to some basic editing programs and blocked him. The next few guys were okay, mostly introverted computer geeks like her. They messaged back and forth for a day until the conversation tapered off into awkward discussions of the weather.

She managed to get a date a week later with a guy named Louis. He worked in the IT department for some major marketing company Daisy didn’t know the name of. Sparks weren’t exactly flying, but he was smart and told good jokes. Not to mention he took a damn good picture.

They arranged to meet at an upscale bar restaurant in Brooklyn. That place sure had changed since the last time Daisy saw it. She choose her favorite pink dress with matching pumps and curled her hair. Stylish, but not expecting anything. If she’d ever been a ‘kiss on the first date’ girl before, she sure as hell wasn’t now.

She got to the restaurant ten minutes late, thanks in no small part to her dick of a cab driver taking the long way to get more money. She gave him exactly what she owed, with an extra penny for his troubles. ‘Don’t spend it all in one place,’ she thought as he tore off to go inconvenience someone else.

Inside the place was packed. Amorous young couples and families with screaming kids all waited anxiously in the lobby to be seated. Daisy grimaced as she bumped five different people on her way to the hostess table. This was why she’d suggested pizza.

“Excuse me?” she shouted over a cacophony of voices. “I have a reservation!”

“Name please,” the hostess yelled back.

She gave her Louis’s last name and adjusted her purse as the woman consulted her computer. She read down the list and scowled. “I’m sorry, we don’t have a reservation under that name at the moment.”

Daisy furrowed her brow. “Are you sure you spelled it right?”

The hostess looked pretty sure, but she was nice enough to do a new search just in case. When it once again came up empty, Daisy thanked her for her time and retreated to the bar. There was a single vacant seat in between a woman screaming into her phone and a man in a baseball cap flipping through a small notepad. Daisy squeezed past them and took out her phone.

‘Hey, are you here? They couldn’t find our reservation. I’m waiting by the bar so hurry up and come get me. ;)’

She spent the next two minutes searching for Louis’s dark head in the crowd until her phone buzzed.

‘You actually went? Wow. Didn’t think you were that desperate. Sad.’

She read it five more times. Or maybe more. It was hard to keep track when her eyes were watering and she was fighting the urge to chuck her phone through the nearest window. She forced her phone back into her bag and put her head in her hands. Of course. Should’ve known her shitty luck would lead her to an asshole with a sick sense of humor. What did she expect, Prince Charming?

“Uh...miss? Are you okay?”

It was the man in the baseball cap. He was spectacularly underdressed for this setting, but one look into those incredible blue eyes of his, and he was the classiest guy in the room. No one else could hope to compare.

So awestruck was Daisy, she couldn’t stop her mouth from moving: “I was supposed to go on a date with a guy I met online but he stood me up and made fun of me in a text message… also I’m never using a wink emoji again… also you’re Steve Rogers.”

Steve almost smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Yes I am, but that’s awful and I can’t believe he did that to you.”

Daisy shrugged, hiding her tears behind a few locks of hair. “It’s not your fault. At least now I know to talk to a guy for at least a week before I accept his date offer.”

“Well, I’ll tell you one thing,” Steve said, smiling for real this time, “he’s the biggest loser this world ever spat out. He gets a chance with a gorgeous dame like you and this is what he does?”

He balled his fists as if contemplating what it would be like to use Louis’s head as a punching bag. Never before had Daisy blushed so hard in her life. Her face was so hot, there had to be steam coming out of her ears. “You don’t have to say that.”

“Just telling it like it is,” he said. “In fact, I’m liable to step in and show you a real good time tonight. If you’ll let me.”

Okay, this was definitely a dream. Daisy was definitely asleep, or else Captain America himself had actually just asked her out. She pinched herself. She didn’t even bother to hide it. Steve laughed deep in his chest. The sound was enough to melt panties. “I’m serious. Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?”

‘I’d like to do a lot of things with you tonight,’ Daisy’s head was spinning and she just barely kept herself from speaking that thought aloud. She coughed, putting on a facade of casualness. “I think I can put you on my to-do list, but don’t you have someone to meet here?”

Steve rubbed the back of his neck, “I was supposed to meet someone here, too, but he cancelled last minute to go on a date.”

Daisy snorted. They were just two peas in a pod already. Sliding off the bar stool, she looped her arm around Steve’s and led him out the door. “How about some pizza? This place is nice, but it’s a little too stuffy for my taste.”

Steve smiled again, for real this time. “Took the words right out of my mouth, Doll.”

Maybe superheroes weren’t so bad after all.

[aosficnet2]

thanks to @florchis​ for the banner

SIGN-UPS OPEN: Spring Fling Exchange

Hello and welcome to @aosficnet2​‘s brand new Spring Fling Exchange!

We have had a lot of fun with our MidYear Exchanges the last few years but this year we decided to go for something fun and fresh, and what better time to try something new than Spring? It’s time to celebrate life, love, and the creativity of this wonderful fandom!

Here’s how it’s going to work:

Sign up (using the instructions below) by midnight February 19th in your local timezone. Receive your partner by midnight February 21st in my local timezone. And let the writing begin!

There is a minimum of 1000 words. You are also welcome to create associated art, playlists etc, but 1000 words of writing is the minimum. We don’t want to police much, just make sure you put in the effort that you would want to receive so it is positive and fair. Thanks!

Posting will be at your leisure during the first two weeks of April. 

Interested?

Sign Up:

Send an email to aosficnet2.0@outlook.com containing the following:

Name (or nickname)

URL

Prompt(s) - You can submit up to two if you’re bursting with ideas or want to give your partner some options. Please try not to be too specific, to give them some creative license.

Favourite relationship(s) - You can submit up to three (romantic and/or platonic, please specify), but we do our best to match first preferences.

Likes & Dislikes - a place for squicks & triggers, as well as preferences regarding things like controversial tropes, events, characters etc. Please try to be respectful and concise.

Note: for likes/dislikes/squicks/triggers, if you have differences in what you would read vs write (eg if you’re happy to read smut but not write it) please let us know.

Please have your askbox open in case your partner wants to reach you.

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Please reblog this post to spread the word - the more the merrier!

Any other questions, queries, etc? Message or ask @aosficnet2.

Below the cut we have tagged some blogs/networks that might be interested. We encourage you all to share it with your networks too if you are part of any!

@thefitzsimmonsnetwork @skimmonsfiction @philindafanfic @yoyodaily @yoyomacknet@aospositivitynet @buskidsnetwork @leofitznetwork @quakeridernet @quakeridernetwork@fyskimmons @welovedaisyjohnson @jemmasolo @jemmasimmonsdefensesquad @mcufemslash @quakeriderwritersguild @bsquadbrigade

[theclaravoyant]

Question! I'm new to AOS fan fiction, where should I go to get started?

I hope you don’t mind me answering publicly, in case it might be useful for some other people. But my answer is: Networks!

Whether it’s reading or writing - Networks, networks, networks. You will see some great fic, meet new people who can hook you up, see some cool & inspiring art and graphics, and also have a place to share your own stuff when you start posting!

Which Networks to go for depend on what you’re interested in in terms of ships and stuff. There isn’t a network for everything (I don’t think there’s a skimmons network?) but for fic maybe start with @aosficnet2 - we have plenty of fic for you to enjoy as well as prompts and an idea sharing mechanism to get your writing flowing. You can also find beta readers if you want. It’s great!

Some other nets and pages I love with AOS fic include @leofitznetwork @thefitzsimmonsnetwork @jemmasolo @welovedaisyjohnson @yoyomacknet @aospositivitynet

[welovedaisyjohnson]

This is a Reminder

WeLoveDaisyJohnson is a blog that does not support hate for any ship or character, fic or art which glorifies abuse, hatred towards any real-life person including but not limited to; the creators, writers and actors of Marvel’s Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. and the wider Marvel Cinematic Universe.

This includes comments and reblogs.

Whether you hate a character/a ship/a pairing type/a trope, we respect that and in return you respect that there are other people who enjoy it.

Don’t like, don’t read. There’s no need to spam derogatory comments.  Or spam vice versa because of derogatory comment.  

Likewise, if you read a fic that has been posted here which has glorifies abuse or hatred to any ship/character or has derogatory comments on it, do let us know so we can delete it.

Have a wonderful day and don’t forget to tip your servers.

[aosadvent2018]

Hi everyone! (& thanks to @agentverbivore​ for the fantastic banner!)

Welcome to AOS Advent 2017!

For those of you who didn’t take part in the inaugural event last year (or just can’t remember back that far) this is an obligation-free signup-free content creation extravaganza! 

Between December 1st - 24th I will post one prompt per day. The prompts are holiday, mostly Christmas, themed, but you’re welcome to take it in as much or as little of a tooth-rottingly festive direction as you so choose. You have until January 31st to fill prompts and have them promoted here!

Simply tag #aosadvent2017 in the first five tags, and somewhere in the tags #prompt: word. (eg #prompt: star) so that I can tag it correctly.

Rules:

All types of content are welcome!

Multi-ship friendly; all major characters & ships in works will be tagged accordingly for finding or blacklisting.

As far as I am concerned you are very welcome to post to the tag with gifted or exchange-based fics, art etc. They do not not have to be created exclusively for this event.

If you’re late to fill a prompt, or don’t fill one every day, that’s cool! My main goal with this is content creation, so the more the merrier! That’s why the tags are prompt rather than day-based. (& remember, this blog will be on the lookout for new works until Jan 31st)

Please spread the word!

For questions or comments, please message me at my main blog here (x).

Thanks, and enjoy! ~ Clara

P.S. Below the cut I have tagged some networks and pages that I think might be interested. Feel free to check them out and/or add your own! We are happy to cross-promote.

@buskidsnetwork @bsquadbrigade @yoyomacknet @thefitzsimmonsnetwork @aospositivitynet@happymarvelnet @welovedaisyjohnson @yoyodaily @jemmasolo @mcu-femslash @fyskimmons @aosladies @womenofmcu @dailyagentsofshield

[ozhawkauthor]

Happy Birthday, asdfsweets!

February 29 - "You and I would make attractive children" Steve/Daisy for @asdfsweets

(Note; @welovedaisyjohnson is a real Tumblr and I’m a co-mod)

After Sam Koenig telling her about the Quake fanfic online - she still shuddered at the ship name ‘Quack’, though - Daisy couldn’t stop thinking about it. One night when sleep eluded her, she found herself sitting up and reaching for her laptop. It had been a long time, but back in her cosplay days when she’d hung around Stark Tower hoping to catch a glimpse of one of the Avengers, fandom had been centred on Tumblr. She logged back in under her old user name and typed #quake into the search bar.

There were lots of reblogs of news stories, arguments back and forth about the Registration Act. She skimmed over them, paused on a beautifully-done digital sketch of her. Clicked through to the blog.

And hit paydirt.

It was a Quake fandom blog, all right, called welovedaisyjohnson, and there was fanart, fanmixes and fanfic everywhere she looked. Scrolling down with embarrassment squinching her nose at every post, she paused over a YouTube link.

‘CaptainQuake fanvid’ the description read. She hesitated only a moment before plugging in her earbuds and clicking.

“Evanescence?” she groaned aloud as the first notes of Bring Me To Life reached her ears. “Could you be any more cheesy?”

Despite the cheesy taste in music, she had to admit that the fanvid was incredibly well done. The footage of Steve was a bit better than that of her, more often captured by professional TV crews rather than cellphones or surveillance cameras. It had been excellently spliced together with superb timing. Really, it looked very much as though she and Captain America were allies, close friends… maybe even more.

Cheeks flaming, she still couldn’t keep herself from replaying the video from the start once it finished. And then she looked at the comments, found a link to a fanfic someone had written of the fanvid, and fell deep into the rabbit hole that was the Archive Of Our Own.

“You look tired, Daisy,” Jemma commented the following day. “Sleep all right?”

Her cheeks flamed again. “Fine,” she said shortly, turning away from Jemma. “No problems.”

The 90-chapter, epic slow-burn fic she hadn’t been able to finish before having to get out of bed and had downloaded to her phone felt as though it was burning a hole in her pocket. She was absolutely hooked by ShipsTakeFlight’s writing; whoever it was, was incredibly creative and also seemed to have a very good idea of what the Avengers, at least, actually got up to. At some point in the last six months they’d become a hardcore CaptainQuake shipper and now wrote nothing that didn’t have that ship in it.

Daisy thought she was being portrayed as a lot nicer than she actually was in person, but damn if ShipsTakeFlight didn’t write some amazingly clever stories. Awesome ways in which she and Steve could actually meet, and the most insanely hot sex scenes. She hadn’t got to the sex scenes in Captain’s Orders yet, and she was pretty sure that reading them in public would be a terrible idea, even if she could almost certainly get away with it by just tinkering with her phone. Her scarlet face and shortness of breath would be a dead giveaway. The fic was tagged for BDSM.

She was really hoping that it would be a quiet day, for once, and she would be able to finish early and retreat to her room. It seemed that she wasn’t about to get her wish, though, because Coulson came hurrying in and told her that Mace needed her in the Director’s office, stat.

“You’re not coming?” Daisy checked.

“Can’t,” Coulson grimaced, rubbed at the back of his head. “Go on.”

She headed off, wondering why Coulson ‘couldn’t’ be in a meeting that Mace needed her for. Arriving at the Director’s office, she entered through the open door and stopped dead at the sight of four Avengers standing with Mace.

Captain America, the Falcon, Ant-Man and the Scarlet Witch.

The phone in her pocket suddenly felt like a ton weight. Daisy felt her face turning crimson as she struggled to get a breath, struggled to smile and act normally as Mace started making introductions.

Wanda gave her a curious smile, cocking her head, and Daisy tried frantically to think about something, anything, other than the thoughts which wouldn’t leave the forefront of her mind. She shook hands with Wanda quickly, then Sam and Scott, who gushed something about being a big fan of hers, before finally turning to Steve, sure that her face was as red as a tomato.

“Nice to meet you,” she mumbled, unable to look up and meet his eyes. His hand, large and strong, closed around hers.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Agent Johnson.”

To her utter horror, Daisy heard Scott whisper “CaptainQuake is happening right in front of our eyes!” to Sam. Her fingers tightened unconsciously on Steve’s; there was a ringing in her ears and she almost thought she might pass out from sheer embarrassment.

“It’s just like that scene I wrote in Captain’s Orders where they’re too embarrassed to look at each other,” Sam whispered back.

The revelation that Sam Wilson was ShipsTakeFlight, hardcore CaptainQuake shipper, was just too much. Daisy turned to gape at him incredulously.

“Sam, dear God, will you stop it,” Steve said irritably. “You’re a worse matchmaker than Natasha.”

“She made those amazing fancasts of your children, though,” Sam said with an irrepressible grin. “I thought Summer Glau and Tyler Hoechlin were perfect choices.”

“I didn’t see those yet,” Daisy blurted before realizing she’d just confessed to having checked out CaptainQuake stuff online. Glancing nervously back at Steve, she found him chuckling and shaking his head.

“You and I would have really attractive children,” he said, the note in his voice distinctly apologetic, “but I’m afraid my friends are all really jumping the gun, since we’ve only just met.” There was a distinctly appreciative look in his eyes, though, and Daisy suddenly felt a little bit better.

“Well, think about it this way,” she said recklessly, “if we ever did get together, we’d have the perfect method to announce it. Hashtag CaptainQuake is canon!”

“We’d need video,” Sam butted in eagerly, “or everyone would think it was a manip.”

Mace was looking around them all with bemusement evident on his face. “Do you have any idea what they’re talking about?” he asked Wanda plaintively.

She gave him one of her patented mysterious smiles. “Trust me, Director Jeffery, you don’t want to know.” Taking a moment to look him up and down, taking in his height and broad shoulders, she mused “I wonder if you’re shipped with anyone yet?”

“ScarletPatriot?” Sam whispered to Scott, and the pair of them fist-bumped.

“I’d read the hell out of that!”

[1217deactivated]

AESTHETIC MEME [5/9] Characters (for @coffeebisexual)

┗ Daisy Johnson: When I changed I felt like a monster. I needed help. This is a chance to show people they have a place to belong. I want Inhumans taking action with S.H.I.E.L.D. to see that being different can mean making a difference.

[marvelousbirthdays]

January 27 - "I think I could fall madly in bed with you" Daisy/Deadpool for @kradanvers

Written by @iamartemisday

It should’ve been the perfect plan. Just go to the bar where all the crooks and drug dealers hung out, extract the target, and get back to base before dinner. If everything had gone off without a hitch, Daisy would be back at base with a bowl of ice cream, watching cheesy b-movies on her phone because that was her entire social life these days. Which was fine (no really!). Not like she needed drinking buddies when she was busy saving the world every other week.

(And those stupid Avengers still wouldn’t acknowledge their hard work. Jerks…)

Since the plan did not go off without a hitch, but rather with four or five hitches starting with Mack giving her the wrong address, Daisy was now cornered by ten suspiciously similar looking mooks. In her head, she named them all Joe. They looked like Joes.

One Joe came at her and she snapped his neck without thinking about it. The rest of the Joes took exception to their fellow’s death and bum rushed her. Daisy took a fighting stance and prepared for an excruciating battle. This would be the culmination of weeks of hard work tracking down the team’s most elusive target yet.

Meanwhile, in the bar outside of which the fight commenced, Wade Wilson was enjoying a rare day off from his busy crime fighting schedule (read: had already filled his daily kill quota before breakfast). He downed a margherita and saved the paper umbrella away for later.

“Turn around bright eeeeyes~!” He tearfully sang along to the glitchy jukebox. “Oh God, it’s like Bonnie Tyler is speaking to my soul. Boy am I glad chose this bar for a meet cute with my shipmate of the day. Speaking of which, who’s writing this?” He took out his phone and opened his trello app, skimming through the list of January ficlets. “Let’s see here… Artemis Day? But she never writes me. She’s too busy fawning over Sad Panda Barnes and Loki, God of Daddy Issues. How do I know she can do this story justice?”

The wall then collapsed into itself as Daisy shook the very foundation of the building. Six Joes were dead at her feet. The remaining three fell to their knees in the face of her awesome power. Her shirt, fists, and face were all covered in the blood of her enemies. Her teeth bared and her chest heaving, she snapped her head from one side to the other, daring foolish weaklings of the world to step up and challenge her.

“...yeah, I can work with this.” Deadpool slicked his hair back, or would’ve if he wasn’t wearing a mask. He sidled up to Daisy. “Heeeey girl, I was just thinking I could fall madly in bed with you.”

Daisy punched him between the eyes. Deadpool stumbled, but recovered instantaneously.

“Was that not good? I’ve got more. How about… did it hurt when you fell from the sky? Because you’re definitely an angel.”

Daisy punched him harder.

“So, I might have lost my phone number. Can I have yours?”

Daisy punched him a third time.

“Is your face McDonald’s? Because I’m lovin’ it.”

Daisy stabbed him in the chest with a corkscrew.

“I should probably mention I’m not a bad guy, but this is kind of turning me on a little. Is that weird?”

Daisy shot him.

“How are you not dying?” She kept the gun trained on him as he shook the bullet off like a bee sting.

“Me and death don’t really hang anymore,” Deadpool shrugged. “We had a thing for a while, but it wasn’t working out. Death was kind of clingy so I had to sit death down and be like, ‘babe, this has been great, but I’m just not feeling it. I think we should see other people.’ We try to keep our distance from each other these days. It’s awkward, you know? Lot of baggage there.”

“...are you insane?”

“Sanity is relative,” Deadpool balanced on the balls of his feet, “but yes, I am very much insane.”

A random Joe Daisy had missed leaped out of the shadows with a truly pitiful excuse for a war cry. She whirled around to take him out, but Deadpool was quicker. In a flash, his katanas were out and the Joe had been sliced to ribbons. As he bled out, Deadpool put an arm around Daisy’s shoulder.

“So, now that we’ve got that out of the way, what do you say I help you out with this whole excuse plot that only serves to facilitate us meeting?”

Daisy blinked. “If you mean my mission, then sure. You seem pretty good all things considered.”

“Sweet!” Deadpool jumped up and down and clap his hands happily. “Then we can work on that falling into bed thing, what do you say?”

“We’ll see,” Daisy said, walking out of the bar ahead of him.

“I will take that as a solid maybe,” Deadpool grinned, following after her. “Good job on this one, Artemis. Oh, and happy birthday, kradanvers! Hope you have a great day.”

[marvelousbirthdays]

Happy Birthday, ravciks!

January 12 - Daisy Johnson / Natasha Romanov, something fluffy/cracky maybe with ''Where do you think you’re going?'' for @ravciks

Written by @ladywinterlight

Note: Happy birthday! It’s short but I hope this is enough fluff for you!

 A very pregnant Daisy Johnson rummaged through the kitchen looking for a snack. She huffed when she couldn’t find anything she wanted and padded barefoot into the living room to get her coat. She would have chocolate fudge brownie ice cream with strawberries. She would!

“And just where do you think you’re going?” Natasha asked from the couch, one delicate red eyebrow arched in question. “It’s almost midnight.”

“We’re out of my favorite ice cream,” Daisy pouted. “And I want strawberries.” She managed to get one arm into her jacket, but the other remained stubbornly out of reach.

Natasha unfolded her slim body and took Daisy’s jacket away from her. “Oh, baby, you know you just have to ask and I’ll get you whatever you need.” She pulled Daisy into her arms and felt her wife relax slowly.

“I know,” Daisy murmured. “But you already do so much for me, Tash. I hate burdening you even more.”

“You’re not a burden. Never a burden,” Nat assured her. “You’re giving me what I never thought I’d have; a child to raise and love as much as I love its Mama.”

Daisy sniffled. Damn pregnancy hormones. “Okay. I guess… I guess it can wait until morning.”

Natasha shook her head and raised her voice. “JARVIS, please order a delivery of our usual ice cream, a couple pounds of strawberries, a bag of cherries, and sour cream and onion potato chips.”

“Right away, Natasha,” the AI responded. The first thing Daisy had done after Tony insisted on installing his AI into their private house was to hack the code and program in their first names. She was damned if either of them would be “yes, ma’amed” constantly in their own home. “It should be here within the hour.”

“There, love, see?” Natasha asked gently, stroking Daisy’s hair. “Come sit with me; I’ll give you a foot rub until your snacks get here.”

Daisy smiled. “Okay. I love you.”

“And I love you.”

[marvelousbirthdays]

Happy Birthday, kittyinaz!

January 13 - Steve/Quake/Bucky. I would love fluffy sexy, maybe a start of a fic that involves soul mates if possible? for @kittyinaz

Written by @ladywinterlight

Note: I’m sorry that I didn’t get to smut with this. The soulmate idea got into my head, but I really did have to set it all up. This story is nearly 5k, and is the most I’ve written in months. It may eventually end up a longer story, but we will wait and see.

For now, happy birthday to kittyinaz!

 Marks Of Healing

When Daisy found out that The Winter Soldier was actually Bucky Barnes, she couldn’t help but be both happy and sad at the same time. Sad for Bucky, who’d been tortured for so long, but happy that he was still alive and got a second chance at life. She was too busy dealing with the aftermath of Insight to give it any further thought, so she sent Bucky good thoughts, that maybe he could get some well-deserved peace. The idea that her patron saint and her childhood hero, the original duo of the Howlies, were still fighting gave her hope to get through the rough months ahead.

It wasn’t until Coulson had her in isolation again after her encounter with HIVE that she really got a chance to think about the fact that both Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes were alive. Even when she was locked up after San Juan, she’d been too busy grieving for Trip and thinking about the implications that particular event meant for herself to think about her soulmates. But now, isolated because Jemma was worried about the others infecting her due to her lowered immune system, she had nothing but time to think about her soulmates.

Ever since she had been old enough to understand what a soulmark was, she wondered who her two mates might be. After she’d learned to hack, she checked written records from all over the US and had been both shocked and dismayed when the only matches that came back were for two dead heroes from World War II.

It didn’t make any sense. She researched handwriting manipulation and knew that the handwriting was an exact match - it was impossible to replicate handwriting to that degree if it was another person. Her soulmates were dead men. Eventually, she had resigned herself to the idea that even Fate believed she didn’t deserve a family and moved on.

Even when Steve Rogers had been uncovered from the Arctic and was determined to be alive, she doubted she’d ever get a chance to meet him. She’d already been on her way out of New York when the Chitauri Invasion happened, and driven by sheer terror she had kept going until she was more than halfway across the country.

But while stuck in isolation after HIVE, Coulson was nice enough to let her have a tablet so she could catch up on the news. The first thing she read about, of course, were the Sokovia Accords. Which, in turn, led her to reading about the split among the Avengers over signing the Accords. A little judicious hacking got her more info about the major issues between Rogers, Barnes and Stark. And some information about Black Panther and Zemo, the guy behind framing Barnes for the UN explosion.

A little more research on Black Panther led her to information on Wakanda, and she began to wonder. The Avengers accused of violating the Accords had basically fallen off the map, but Wakanda had some of the best security of any nation in the world as well as very strict immigration and emigration policies.

So she did a little more hacking and sent an email to Steve Rogers’ official Avengers account and his lesser known personal one. She considered copying the Wakandan government or royal family, but she decided that it could cause problems if the Captain wasn’t where she thought he was.

               Captain Rogers,

I know you don’t know me, but my name is Daisy. I did a search on the writing of my soulmarks a long time ago, and your writing came up as the match for one of them. I’m writing you now in the hopes that you may be interested in meeting me. I suspect that wherever you are, security is quite tight. Otherwise I might have just tried to come find you.

I have attached photos of my soulmarks. If, as I suspect, the writing is familiar to you, please do let me know. I will find a way to get to you if need be.

Respectfully,

Daisy Johnson

It took less than a day for Daisy to get a response, and from the tags on the message she knew even she would take quite a while to trace the route back to its origin. The message itself was short but made her smile.

Daisy,

Going to be out and about tomorrow. If you can make it somewhere on the US Atlantic coast, we can pick you up.

Steve

She quickly sent back a response.

Can do. Have a phone, number 612-555-5173. Text me when you’re around and I’ll tell you where I end up.

Daisy

The phone was an old burner from her trip to Milwaukee with Cal, but that was fine. She’d be ditching it after she met up with Steve anyway and no one else knew the number.

Getting out of the SHIELD containment unit wasn’t any more difficult than it had been the first time. She wrote the security on the things, after all. Her first stop was a bank, the second it opened, where she withdrew all her savings into cash. After that, she went to a salon and had her hair cut and dyed, knowing that Coulson would come after her. Since the Accords had recently been signed, she knew that he’d have to, especially with how Talbot looked at her.

She was able to make her way to Virginia Beach, which had a large enough tourist population that she was able to hide more or less. The changed appearance helped some, and half the people on the street were wearing sunglasses so hers definitely didn’t stand out. She settled herself in at a busy cafe and ordered herself some food; not that she was really all that hungry, but it gave her a reason to hang in one spot for a bit and fiddle with her phone while she waited for a message.

She was halfway through her salad when the phone beeped.

Heading to the coast. Where are you? -SR

               Virginia Beach. Little cafe. -DJ

               I’m told we can land on the beach very briefly. Can you get there?

Daisy glanced at the street signs on a nearby intersection and consulted the map on her phone quickly for a landmark.

Yes. I’ll wait on the beach side of the Navy Seal Monument. Wearing cutoff jean shorts, a dark blue tank top, and I have straight black hair.

She didn’t wait for an answer before shoveling her things into her backpack and leaving a tip on the table with her unfinished salad. She’d paid for the meal at the counter, so she didn’t have to worry about waiting for a check. She let herself out of the patio seating area and headed briskly towards the beach.

Though no one could really see a quinjet in stealth mode, Daisy felt it coming as the jet zipped down the coast. The vibrations shifted as it oriented on the monument and slowly dropped to just above the sand. She stepped tentatively forward just as she saw a slash of black appear when the ramp started to open.

Steve stuck his head out when he had enough room to do so, and Daisy didn’t wait for the ramp to finish opening. She ran forward and jumped, using just enough of her power to give her a boost so she could land on the half open ramp. She slid down it and ended up at Steve’s feet. He gave her an appraising glance, then called over his shoulder, “I think we’re set, close the ramp!”

“But it’s not even fully open yet!” she heard a voice yell from the cockpit.

“Just close it!” Steve called back. Then he returned his attention to Daisy. “You would be my soulmate, I presume?” She nodded and let him help her up off the floor. As she regained her feet, she turned her arm so he could see his words written on the inside of her wrist.

“Sorry if I startled you,” Daisy apologized. “I just didn’t want any of us seen out here.”

Steve smiled as she spoke and turned slightly to show her the words she’d just spoken on the small of his back.

With their bond confirmed and knowing she might finally be safe, Daisy put her back to the wall of the quinjet and just… slumped. Eyes closing almost of their own accord. She felt a pair of strong, warm arms catch her before she could slide down the wall, and for the first time since Mack had held her and listened to her babbled apologies, she felt safe.

“What’s wrong, Daisy?” Steve asked in a low voice as he held her mostly upright.

“I’m sorry,” she answered softly. “I… wasn’t… I know you’re my soulmate, and I think Bucky Barnes is too. And I didn’t know who else to reach out to. I’m… I’m not okay. And I’m sorry to put my problems on you too.”

Gentle fingers lifted her chin and when he didn’t say anything at first she slowly opened her eyes. Dark brown met blue, and she saw only tenderness and concern in his gaze. “It doesn’t matter. We’ll get through it all together.” He studied her a moment longer. “You look tired. We should sit so you can rest.”

Daisy found herself nodding agreeably. She hadn’t felt really sleepy like this in days, despite her general fatigue and inability to sleep. So she let Steve guide her into a jump seat and help her strap in. He took the seat right beside her, and she leaned her head against his shoulder after he settled.

Sleep took her quickly.

Steve took advantage of the opportunity to look her over. His soulmate was thin; too thin, really. Like she hadn’t eaten well in a while. She had dark shadows beneath deeply sunken eyes, masked somewhat by makeup but he was close enough to see past it. She did have a lovely golden cast to her skin and the slant of her eyes hinted at some sort of Asian ancestry, but even so she was paler than she ought to be.

Steve wondered just what had happened to her, but knew he would have to wait until they could talk privately to ask. He had so many questions, but he didn’t want to pressure her.

Daisy woke, hours later, to the sound of laughter and the sudden absence of vibration from the engines. She blinked her eyes open and saw a collection of figures that she recognized but never really thought she’d meet. Clint Barton and Wanda Maximoff supported each other down the ramp, their voices low enough that only the occasional murmur reached Daisy. Behind them, Sam Wilson and Scott Lang were apparently trying to one-up each other with prison stories, but the strain around their eyes belied their lighthearted tones.

Daisy was well familiar with that state of being, after all.

She felt hands at her waist and jerked around, then went still as she recognized Steve. He was undoing her safety harness for her. He looked up at met her eyes with a reassuring smile. “C’mon, doll. Let’s get you inside, yeah?”

She tried to smile for him, but she knew it was strained. So she just nodded and reached down for her backpack. A moment later, Natasha Romanov emerged from the cockpit and joined them. She gave Daisy an appraising look.

“So you’re Cap’s soulmate, hmm?” she asked smoothly.

“Yeah,” Daisy replied. “I’m Daisy.”

Natasha nodded. “Welcome to the insanity that is the Avengers. Or what’s left of us, anyway.”

“Um, thanks, I think.” Daisy looked around as they emerged from the jet. Lush, verdant jungle growth contrasted against the cityscape ahead of surprisingly modern buildings. “Where are we?”

“Birnin Zana, capital of Wakanda,” an accented voice responded in a polite tone.

Daisy spun around abruptly to face the voice. It came from a regal looking man with dark skin. His escort, women with equally dark skin and smoothly shaved heads, stood on either side and just behind him. She immediately recognized Prince - no, now King - T’Challa from footage of the UN bombing and afterwards. “Your Majesty,” she said, bowing awkwardly.

He accepted her attempt with a small smile and a brief nod. “I’m afraid your guest is unknown to me, Captain.”

Steve stepped forward, guiding Daisy with a gentle hand on her lower back. “King T’Challa, may I introduce my other soulmate, Daisy Johnson.”

A true smile spread across the king’s face. “Ah, yes, the one who will complete your triad. You are most welcome to Wakanda, Miss Johnson. Soulmates are held in high regard among my people.”

Daisy took a deep breath and let it out slowly. It took all her concentration to display the manners the nuns had drilled into her at St. Agnes, but she managed. “Thank you for your welcome, Majesty. I feel I should inform you, though, that my circumstances are not dissimilar from my soulmates. I have also refused to sign the Sokovia Accords.”

T’Challa shrugged. “One more such person changes nothing. You are welcome here regardless.” He noted the strain around her eyes and waved off any need for a response. “I will not detain you further. Your friends and teammates all need rest and medical care. Please, feel free to see to them. I will check in with you all in a few days.”

“Thanks, T’Challa,” Steve said warmly. “If you need us, you know where we’ll be.”

“Of course.”

Daisy really only wanted to go back to sleep, but she followed Steve’s guidance with slightly stumbling steps. After the third time she almost tripped on a crack in the pavement, Steve swept her up into his arms and carried her. She murmured a protest, but the fact that she snuggled against his chest convinced Steve that she didn’t really mean it. They followed after the group, whom Natasha was leading towards the nearby medical center. Everyone held at the Raft needed to be checked out; Steve didn’t put it past Ross to have hurt his friends while they were in custody.

Daisy roused slightly when the sounds and smells of a hospital caught her attention. “No, Steve, we don’t need this. I’m fine. I just need some rest,” she protested.

Steve looked down at her with big, worried eyes. “If that’s true, I’ll be happy to let you sleep as much as you like when we’re done here. But really, doll, you look like you’ve been through the ringer. Please, just let them check you out? To ease my mind?”

The wounded puppy look, combined with his plea for the sake of his peace of mind made Daisy cave. She sighed. “Fine. But just… don’t leave me alone?” she asked in a near whisper. “I really don’t like hospitals.”

“I promise. I’ll be with you the whole time.”

Daisy’s next protest came when the doctors wanted to do a full set of scans on her - blood work, MRI, EEG, CT… the whole works. “No, I can’t. I mean, sure, draw blood, whatever,” Daisy said to the doctor. “But MRIs and CTs… they hurt my head. Like, badly.”

The doctor looked puzzled. “Can you tell me why?”

Daisy blinked as it took a moment to realize that no one knew her here. She had no medical history with these people, and they had no idea she was Inhuman. So she supposed she’d better tell them. “My powers are to sense and manipulate vibrations. I’m Inhuman.”

The doctor actually looked sympathetic. “I can see why that would cause some problems with our scanners. Would it help for us to sedate you? So you’re not aware of the sensations?”

“I…” Daisy hesitated. She knew the answer was yes; she had experienced it after all. But she didn’t know these people, wasn’t sure she trusted them.

Steve spoke up. “I’m her soulmate. Could I be allowed to stay with her through as much of the testing as possible?”

After considering the question for a moment, the doctor nodded. “During the scans you would have to remain in the shielded area with the technician. But she would be visible to you at all times. Would that be acceptable?”

Daisy let out the breath she’d been holding and nodded. “Yeah. That would be okay.”

Steve sat by Daisy’s bedside in a private room, holding her hand lightly, after all the tests were run. The doctor told him that they’d given her a slightly larger dose of sedative than usual, both to make sure she was completely under and because her initial exam showed signs of severe exhaustion. They didn’t know for sure how long she’d sleep.

Half an hour later, Natasha joined them. “How is she?”

“Still waiting for the test results,” Steve answered with a shrug. “How are the others?”

“Relatively unharmed, all things considered. I suspect Ross was too busy chasing you and Barnes to focus on them right away.” She sat herself down in a chair at the foot of Daisy’s bed, between the younger woman and the door. “You know your soulmate has a BOLO on her by Ross and Talbot?”

“She does? Why?”

“She’s Inhuman, and apparently extremely dangerous according to the military. She’d been working with SHIELD until recently.” Natasha shrugged slightly. “What do you really know about her, Steve?”

“Not much. Just that she’s clearly been through a lot, and that she has soulmarks for both me and Bucky. What more do I need to know?”

“Why she’d be classified as extremely dangerous by the US Military, perhaps?” Natasha arched an eyebrow pointedly.

“She told the doctor that her power allows her to sense and manipulate vibration,” Steve admitted. “They had to sedate her to run the tests they wanted.” Natasha hissed a breath between her teeth. “What?”

“That would explain it. Elementary physics, Steve. Everything vibrates, at the atomic level if nothing else.” Steve opened his mouth but Natasha waved him quiet. “Ask Bruce about it sometime, if you want to know more. Or your soulmate, when she wakes up. I know the basics, but not well enough to explain it.”

Steve nodded. “So, you’re suspicious of her?”

With a shrug, Natasha sighed. “Well, soulbonds can’t be faked so she has that on her side. I won’t really be comfortable until we know more about her.”

“If she was SHIELD, could you call Maria?”

“I will, but that needs to happen quietly. We don’t need her compromised with Stark.”

Steve nodded his agreement. Before he could respond further, a doctor came into the room. “Mr. Rogers?”

“That’s me,” Steve answered immediately.

The doctor glanced at Natasha, but when Steve shook his head he nodded and spoke again. “We have you on record as Miss Johnson’s soulmate. That means that while she’s asleep, we can fill you in on her condition. Is this acceptable?”

“Please,” Steve agreed. The doctor proceeded to recite a long list of puzzling data, both about her test results and her blood work. Steve held up his hand at one point and said, “Can you simplify it for me, please, doctor?”

“Basically, she has all the brain chemical evidence of Acute and Post Acute Withdrawal Syndrome but no evidence that she has ever used any kinds of drugs that would cause addiction,” the doctor replied. “Essentially, her brain chemistry is all over the place. She’s too thin for her height and build. She’s clearly not sleeping. She’s likely to have mood swings, nightmares, and otherwise be generally unstable.”

“Is there any way to help her? Or at least ease the symptoms?”

The doctor studied Steve for a long moment, then hesitantly nodded. “There are one or two drugs we might try, but they could complicate her body’s natural healing process. Or… you could try completing the soulbond.”

Steve blushed but continued to meet the doctor’s eyes. “What difference would the soulbond make?”

“In layman’s terms, the creation and continued presence of the bond will stimulate her body’s production of the chemicals she’s deficient in.”

“Evidence suggests that the soul bonded are more emotionally stable and physically healthier,” Natasha added. “A soul bond makes you feel good. If she’s feeling horrible, the influx of the opposite could help her balance.”

“That would require waking Bucky, wouldn’t it?” Steve asked slowly. “We’d need all three of us for the full bonding effect.”

“It would,” the doctor agreed. “But I think it’s her best chance. The drugs are iffy at best, since we don’t know what caused her condition.”

“If it’s what she needs… then I think Bucky would agree,” Steve said decisively. “We should wake him. So we can all talk about the situation together, and we’ll all be on the same page if she agrees to a quick bonding.”

“I’ll see to waking Mr. Barnes, then,” the doctor agreed.

Natasha eyed Steve and Daisy speculatively. “I’ll go with. Barnes should have a friendly face, if not an overly familiar one, when he comes to.”

“Thanks, Nat,” Steve replied with a genuine smile. “I promised Daisy I’d stay with her until she woke up.”

Daisy was still fast asleep when Natasha brought Bucky to her room. She hadn’t even woken when the nurses came to move her to a bigger bed; Steve sat beside her, holding onto both of her hands and her cheek resting against his side. The doctor had said that until they bonded, contact with him still might help her. Steve hesitated, conscience conflicted between wanting to help her and feeling like he was taking advantage in her sleep. So he compromised, positioning them more or less they way they’d been on the quinjet.

Bucky paused in the doorway to appraise the situation. “Stevie?” he asked, his voice low and rough from extended sleep.

“Come on over, Buck,” Steve replied in a low voice, trying not to disturb Daisy. He watched as Bucky stepped up to the side of the bed, looking down at the girl in his arms. “This is Daisy, our third. I’ll introduce you properly when she wakes up.”

“Natalia says she’s why you woke me?” Bucky reached out but halted himself before he touched her hair. It looked so soft.

“Yeah. She should hopefully wake soon; we have a lot to discuss, but she needs to hear it too. But… she’s sick. The kind of sick that needs the soulbond to help her get better.”

Bucky nodded and sat down in a chair on the other side of the bed. “Not sure I can really help. But, if that’s what she needs…” he trailed off.

Steve released one of Daisy’s hands, the one on Bucky’s side of the bed, and indicated that Bucky should take it instead. A faint line of unease faded from Daisy’s forehead, and Bucky watched in surprise as she unconsciously tightened her fingers on his.

“She ain’t at all like Peggy,” Bucky observed after a moment. “That dame had presence.”

Steve chuckled softly. “So does Daisy, just not while she’s asleep. She approached me, you know. Sent pictures of her soulmarks and asked if we’d meet her.”

Bucky grinned. “Good to know she’s got some spine. She’ll need it, the way you get into trouble.”

Steve scoffed. “I’m not the only one, Jerk. Besides, I think she’ll hold her own. Nat says the military thinks she’s dangerous.”

“Ain’t we all?” Bucky asked, lifting one eyebrow.

Daisy began to stir, and the two men fell quiet. Steve stroked her cheek gently, hoping to soothe her back to sleep. But apparently something had caught her attention and her eyes fluttered open. “Wha..?” she asked sleepily.

“Still in the hospital, doll,” Steve told her. “But I’m here, and so’s Bucky.”

“Super soldier buzzing feels weird,” she murmured as she turned her attention to the third presence in the room. “Hi. You were always my favorite, you know.” Her tone indicated that she was still not fully awake, but she blinked when she realized what she’d said.

Bucky chuckled as she said his soulmate words. “Happy to be the favorite of a beautiful gal like you.”

“You mean you didn’t like Captain America best?” Steve asked in a teasing tone.

Daisy shook her head slightly. “The Cap portrayals all had him as this perfect guy. Nobody can really be that perfect. I liked Bucky on TV because he made mistakes but owned up to them.”

Bucky laughed outright as Steve blinked in surprise. “Guess that tells you, Punk.”

“Jerk,” Steve responded automatically. Then he shook his head slightly. “How are you doing, doll? Need something to drink?”

“Water would be great,” she agreed. Bucky reached for the cup on the side table and held it where she could reach the straw without moving. When she released the straw, Bucky set the cup aside again. “I did actually always wish history would teach us more about the real guys, you know. Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, not Captain America and the Howling Commandos.”

“We’ll tell you anything you wanna know, doll,” Bucky promised. “We wanna hear about you, too.”

Daisy nodded. “Now that I’m awake, can we get outta here?”

Bucky looked at Steve, who sighed. “We have to talk first, I’m afraid. The doctor came in with your results while you were asleep. I hope you don’t mind that he gave them to me; soulmates count as immediate family here.”

Daisy shrugged. “It’s fine. I’d have probably told you anyway, or let you be here when they told me. So what’s going on?”

As clearly as possible, Steve explained what the doctor had told him. He emphasized that they were extremely hesitant to try more drugs when they didn’t know what had caused her problems in the first place. But that if her best chance was the soulbond, he and Bucky were happy to provide for her if that was what she wanted.

Daisy was quiet for several minutes. Then slowly, in a halting voice, she began to tell them about her experiences with HIVE. She didn’t spare herself at all, freely admitting that under its control she had done things she regretted and gotten several people killed. And that even when her friend had given his life to free her, she had tried to go back only to discover that it was impossible.

“I think,” Bucky began after Daisy fell silent, “that you an’ I have a lot in common. Both made to do things against people we loved by others controlling our minds.” He squeezed her hand gently with his remaining one.”

“And if these parasites messed with your mind, that’s probably the reason for the strange results in your brain scan,” Steve added thoughtfully.

Daisy sighed. “I don’t want you to bond with me because I need help getting over him. I want us to bond because it’s what we all want.”

“Trust me, darlin’, there’s nothing we’d rather do than make you part of our Bond,” Bucky said honestly, a light in his eyes as he held her gaze.

“What God has joined together, let no man break apart,” Steve said. Daisy recognized the phrase as one commonly used in Catholic marriages. “The bond exists, and we have to believe it’s for a reason. Maybe this will help all of us heal. Fully and completely.”

“Steve, too,” Bucky agreed. “Punk was never good at dealing with loss, gettin’ over the past. But I think we can help him with that, yeah?”

Daisy’s expression turned thoughtful and she slowly nodded.

Steve made a derisive sound. “I’m not holding onto the past. I’m enjoying familiar things. Not that noise Tony listens to all the time.”

Daisy chuckled. “Oh, Steve. I think I can change your mind on that front.” Steve looked skeptical. “Think about it. Music trends build upon prior styles. Of course you can’t jump from big band and swing to hip hop and heavy metal. But if we get you there incrementally, I think you might be surprised.”

Steve blinked. “I wouldn’t even know where to start.”

“I think I do. Trust me?”

“Absolutely, doll. Always,” Steve agreed without hesitating.

“Me too,” Bucky agreed. “You can bring us both up to date.”

Daisy smiled. “I will. I promise. So, now, about getting out of here...”

It wasn’t easy to convince the doctors to release Daisy from their care, but she finally put her foot down and insisted that she was not bonding in a hospital room. So she was finally allowed to leave, provided her soulmates stayed with her for the next 48 hours. She was not to be left alone and they should come back immediately if problems arose.

The Avengers were all being provided with guest housing in King T’Challa’s royal compound until a more permanent solution was found. Steve led the way to his temporary home, where they firmly closed and locked the door.

“You gonna make it through this, doll?” Bucky asked solicitously as he steadied Daisy. She leaned against him, but it actually made her feel more stable and not less.

“Yeah. Just being able to touch you helps some,” she admitted.

“Then why don’t we move this to the bedroom?” Steve suggested in a husky tone. “Get you some full skin-to-skin contact.”

Daisy smiled. “I like the sound of that.”

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February 7 - Maria Hill/Daisy Johnson, something smutty maybe with a soul mark meeting please, for @khspoetrywizz

Written by @ozhawkauthor

“So.”

“Yeah.” Daisy smiled at her new soulmate, marvelling how beautiful she was, the perfect symmetry of her pale face framed by a short cap of dark brown hair, deep blue eyes which could be cold as ice one minute, flashing sparks the next. “Here we are.”

Maria smiled. “Yes. Here we are.”

Here was in Maria’s bedroom, in her apartment within the Avengers facility. It had taken them a month to get here since their initial meeting after a battle when Daisy ended up teaming up with the Avengers; she’d really had little choice but to leave SHIELD since Coulson still didn’t want the Avengers to know he was alive. Maria had known all along, of course, and she was the one who shot Daisy warning glances whenever she slid too close to a dangerous topic, reminding her that there were certain things she couldn’t tell her knew teammates.

Secrets were a part of who they both were, Daisy reflected, but from the first moment she and Maria had determined they would have no secrets between the two of them. They both answered any questions honestly and in full; no lies of omission, no double-talk. Even so, it had taken them this long to come to an absolute trust in each other.

Of course, it didn’t help that the Avengers spent half their time running around the world putting out other people’s fires. Half their dates got cancelled, postponed or interrupted. An evening just to themselves was a rare occurrence, though Daisy had quite firmly told Steve that particular evening he was absolutely not to call her unless there was a literal alien invasion again. He’d blushed while telling her to have a good night, and she was pretty sure he really wouldn’t call unless the situation was desperate.

Just as long as he didn’t tell Tony…

Maria interrupted her train of thought by taking a step closer. She’d opened the door to her apartment wearing nothing but a long, silky black nightgown, thin spaghetti straps all that held it up. She took Daisy’s breath away.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” Maria said, arching one of those perfectly aristocratic eyebrows.

Maybe they should get Maria to run for President, Daisy mused as she immediately began unzipping her jacket. Since Steve was stalwartly resisting all their not-at-all-subtle suggestions. Maria had an aura about her that made the merest suggestion seem like an irresistible command. There was, of course, the added bonus that both the Senate and Congressional Intelligence Committees were already terrified of her.

Now probably wasn’t a good time to make the suggestion, though. And Daisy would make an appalling First Lady. She stifled a giggle at the thought as she stepped out of her jeans, leaving herself in only her underwear, not her normal practical sports gear but a pretty lacy set she’d put on specially.

Maria’s blue eyes had lost their customary icy glint, were even turned up slightly at the corners as she smiled. “You look beautiful,” she said, and the crispness was gone from her voice too, replaced by a seductive purr.

Daisy shivered. “That’s my line,” she said, but her voice was a thin thread.

Maria reached to take her hand, drawing her into her arms for a lingering kiss before moving towards the bed. A couple of inches taller than Daisy, they fit together well, no awkward cricking of the necks as they kissed.

The silk of Maria’s nightgown was slippery under Daisy’s fingers, but she wanted to feel Maria’s even softer skin. A quick pluck of her fingers and the thin straps were sliding down, the silk slithering to the floor, leaving Maria’s lithe body bare to Daisy’s gaze.

From this angle she couldn’t see the words, emblazoned across Maria’s butt cheek as they were. Fancy seeing you here, she’d said dryly as she exited the Avenjet to find Maria standing there.

Steve said afterwards it was the first time he’d ever seen Maria lose her cool. Even in the battle with Ultron she’d seemed unruffled, but at Daisy’s words she’d started back, hand to her throat, and gasped “You?”

As a soulmark, it was nearly as bad as Hi. Daisy had always wondered if she’d know, when the time came, but there had been no question in her mind at all.

Reaching out now, she wrapped her arms around Maria’s middle until the single word on the inside of her wrist connected with Maria’s soulmark. She didn’t have to look; she knew the instant the two marks made contact, the buzz of the soulmark forming running through her.

Maria moaned against her mouth, and Daisy pushed gently at her, easing her to sit down on the edge of the bed before going to her knees, never allowing the marks to break apart.

“I’ve been dreaming about this,” she breathed, nudging Maria’s legs apart. “Dreaming of how you’d taste.”

“Daisy,” Maria groaned, leaning back and placing her hands on the mattress to support herself.

Hearing her name on her soulmate’s lips, Daisy moaned herself. The longer the marks stayed in contact, the more aroused she became, sexual tension winding tighter and tighter until she felt like a rubber band stretched thin, ready to snap. Her panties were soaked, clit throbbing with need. The slightest touch would set her off, she was sure, so she focussed on Maria, tracing her tongue lightly over slick folds as her lover opened to her touch.

Maria moaned her name again, hips shifting as her hand speared into Daisy’s hair, holding her in place so she could ride her mouth. The soulmarks burned where they pressed together; Daisy clenched her fingers, gripping onto Maria’s ass, and dropped her free hand between her own legs. Nudging the soaked lace of her panties aside, she applied a finger to her clit.

As she’d suspected, the slightest touch pushed her up close to the edge, and she groaned desperately, tongue lashing faster, lips working Maria up right alongside her until the other woman screamed her name, shaking wildly, fingers pulling at Daisy’s hair. Daisy didn’t care, though, her own climax ripping through her at the same time as the soulbond locked inexorably into place so extreme a sensation that the rest of the world might just as well not have existed.

It took everything Daisy had to crawl onto the bed beside Maria a few minutes later. Laying her cheek on her soulmate’s shoulder, she revelled in the soft undercurrent of loving wonder she felt coming from Maria, knowing that she was undoubtedly projecting the same emotion.

In that time, in that perfect, endless moment, there was only the two of them, pulses still racing as they came slowly down from the peaks.

And then the phone rang.

“Whoever that is,” Maria said lazily, “tell them to fuck off.”

“Yes, Ms. Hill,” the facility AI responded calmly as Daisy giggled.

“Saving the world, if that’s what they need us for, can wait until tomorrow,” Maria told her, rolling over with a grin and wrapping her arms tightly around Daisy. “For tonight, there’s only you and me.”

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[theclaravoyant]

I was wondering if you could recommend any Skimmons blogs that don't post anti Fitz stuff? Feel like I've been starved of content recently because I'm scared to go on blogs incase I see stuff that upsets me. I hope this doesn't seem like I'm trying to call anyone out I just really want my otp on my dash without worrying about being triggered and I was hoping you might have some recommendations because I know you're a multishipper!

No worries! I feel the same. I’m sure there are loads, I’ve usually found the Skimmons fandom a pretty nice place in that regard. Here are a few, off the top of my head. Suggestions are welcome!

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if you’d like to basically ignore Fitz & just not get the hate

@pizza-is-my-buziness is usually pretty good on the no-Fitz-hate front, and most of her content tends to ignore Fitz altogether which is her prerogative of course (& her AUs are adorable ngl). She does have a crush on Aida/Mallory though so if you don’t want to see Aida at all maybe best to avoid.

@jemmasolo - they have a ‘not so solo’ tag for stuff that includes Fitz, but they intentionally changed that from ‘fitz warning’ because they didn’t want to be negative, so if you want to avoid Fitz you can, or you can leave it. there’s also, of course, plenty of other Jemma stuff.

@skimmonsfiction and @ao3feed-skimmons I’m not sure how active they are but it’s just Skimmons all the time, and from memory I haven’t witnessed any Fitz hate. Also check out Daisy-centric blogs like @welovedaisyjohnson.

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if you like Fitz too

@agentsonthebus I’ve only recently followed, but they have “Skimmons” and “FitzSkimmons” in their blog description and they run @skimmonsstansnet, and a lot of their content I’ve seen so far seems to positively reflect on the Bus Kids too, including Fitz. (the Net is Skimmons, I meant their main blog has Fitz too)

@buskidsburgade is a wonderful person and lover of the femslash and the women of Shield, as well as of course the Bus Kids, including Fitz. You may find some FitzSimmons there but she’s mostly femslash (especially Skimmons and Simmorse) and various platonic relationships.

@buckysbears is another fantastic fan who loves Fitz, Simmons, Daisy, Skimmons, and the Bus Kids (and many of the other characters too of course). She also posts a lot of great headcanons and fics involving for example, autistic headcanons, which I have adopted :D

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like I said, these are just a few off the top of my head. people are welcome to add suggestions to this! hope it helps x

[marvelousbirthdays]

Happy Birthday williamthebloodyakaspike!

April 26 - Skye/JARVIS/Vision “Kiss the hell out of me. Please.” (For the Skye and JARVIS/Vision I love when they are ACE but not ARom) for @williamthebloodyakaspike

Written by @ladywinterlight

Skye stumbled in the door to the Avengers lounge, looking very much worse for the wear. She had clearly showered and changed, but her eyes were sunken and her expression closed off. Fortunately for her, Vision was the only one in the room.

“Skye?” he asked, his tone concerned. He moved to her side and offered an arm to support her. She leaned gratefully against his solid frame and let him almost carry her to the couch. “What happened?”

“Bad intel. Mission went sideways,” was all she said.

“I’m sorry to hear that, darling,” he said as they settled down.

Skye shifted so she was half in his lap, her head on his shoulder. His arms cradled her gently, knowing she enjoyed the contact. Most of the team misunderstood her asexual nature and avoided touching her at all outside of sparring and business. But Vision understood that she was actually highly tactile, just not in a sexual way.

JARVIS’s fondness for the young hacker had transferred to Vision, and upon meeting Quake they had formed a very interesting romantic entanglement of sorts.

Vision was the only one of the Avengers allowed to call her Skye, though Tony often referred to her as ‘Skyenet.’

“Thanks, Vis,” Skye murmured. She had no idea why snuggling an android was so damn comfy, but it was. He was warm and strong and he always held her just right. She could always depend on his strength when hers began to run out.

“Of course,” he answered softly, brushing a strand of hair out of her eyes. “Is there anything else I can do to help?”

“Kiss the hell out of me. Please. I don’t want to think for a while.”

Vision smiled and lifted her just enough for their lips to meet. “I’d be happy to,” he whispered against her mouth. Then he kissed her properly. Over and over and over again.

Skye let out a happy sigh as her mind let go of the day’s events. She wrapped her arms around his neck and returned his kisses with fervor. “I love you,” she whispered when they finally parted.

“And I love you, Skye,” Vision responded. “Come on, darling. You need food and rest. You can go over what happened on the mission tomorrow. For tonight… I’m going to make you relax.”

“Make me, huh?” Skye asked with a smirk. “Guess it’s a good thing I’m not hard for you to convince.”

Vision scooped her up, rising easily to his feet. “I think I’d manage either way.”

Skye laughed. “You might just be right.”

Later that night, a much more relaxed Skye fell asleep cradled in Vision’s arms. Though he didn’t actually require sleep, he chose to remain with her because it made her happy. And what made her happy, made him happy.

As Pepper had once said, they made quite the pair.

[marvelousbirthdays]

Happy Birthday, agent-of-ships!

January 13 - Natasha/Skye, soulmate mark, for @agent-of-ships

Written by @iamartemisday

A/N: Apologies to any Russian readers for the bad google translate Russian.

Skye’s soulmark was in Russian. She went through ten different languages on google translate--yes, she actually used google translate when she was a kid shut up everyone starts somewhere-- before she finally got the right one. Once she knew which part of the country her one true love would be from, it was time to play the waiting game.

She didn’t have any major preferences in who her soulmate would be beyond the obvious. No drug abusers or physical abusers or psychotic evil villains with a perchance for blowing up elementary schools. You know, basic stuff. Gender also wasn’t an issue, as Skye had found she liked men and women equally. The idea of getting a straight woman or a gay man for a soulmate had occurred to her, but the odds of that happening were three hundred million to one, so she didn’t give that particular fear much weight.

What she never could’ve foreseen was meeting her soulmate in the Chicago slums while busting a human trafficking ring.

As it happened, the boss was originally from Moscow, and he preferred doing business in his native language. Skye had been teaching herself Russian since that google textbox produced a mangled version of the words on her skin. After a crash course in undercover work from Coulson, she was on a plane memorizing her ‘representative of a private business investor looking for some fresh meat’ story.

The boss and his entourage were eating when she arrived. He offered to make her a plate, but Skye’s character was meant to be aloof and business-like. Also, the emaciated men and women caged up behind them had killed her appetite.

“Straight to the point I see,” the boss chortled in heavily accented English. “I like that in a woman.”

He tickled under the chin of the beautiful, much younger woman hanging off his arm. She giggled mindlessly, twirling a piece of blonde hair around her perfectly manicured finger.

“Давайте приступим к делу,” Skye said, ignoring the odd stare the boss’s arm candy was giving her.

Before business could begin proper, the overheard alarm blared. Instantly, every one of the boss’s bodyguards was on their feet, guns drawn. Some aimed at Skye. Other’s aimed at the door, behind which a growing commotion could be heard.

Skye cursed. One of their guys must’ve been compromised. Time for plan B.

In the time it took Skye to come to this realization and shoot out the lights, the arm candy had dispatched seven of the nine guards. She presumably got the other two in the dark. Skye was too busy cornering the boss to wonder what the hell she was all about.

After knocking the old man out with the butt of her gun, the emergency lights turned on. The scene before her was one of pure carnage, as the arm candy filched a fresh magazine off one of the dead guards and reloaded.

“Вы говорите по-английски?” she asked.

Skye’s jaw unhinged. In the ambient light, she finally recognized her mysterious helper. None other than Natasha Romanov.  Black Widow in the flesh.

“Holy shit, I know you,” she shouted, both answering and not answering Natasha’s questions, “and I know those words. They’re on my leg.”

Natasha’s eyebrows had disappeared into her hair. “And I know those words. They’re on my ass.”

Skye’s cheeks heated up. She’d dreamed up a million scenarios over the years for how she’d meet her soulmate, but even knowing Black Widow’s Russian background, she never dared to hope it would be her. She was just so much… more than Skye.

“We’re going to have to have a long time about this,” Skye said. Gunshots rang out, separated by a layer of flimsy metal wall. “Later.”

“Definitely,” Natasha nodded, taking her hand in an act of affection Skye had no idea how to respond to. “Until then, shall we?”

“Uh-huh,” Skye said, swallowing a lump in her throat.

As they re-entered the fray, it occurred to Skye that none of her fantasies had ever involved meeting while covered in the blood of their enemies.

Oh well, the couple that slays together...

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Давайте приступим к делу, - Let’s get down to business.

Вы говорите по-английски? - Do you speak English?