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Blood Brothers AU - Tony survives the Endgame
((I see your proposal, Anon, and raise you...something bigger.
Yes, I completely agree Scott would, and that will certainly be included here. But thereâs definitely more to this here than just that.
You know the more I think about it, the more I realize the Russos were just mean and the more annoyed and angry I get. Tony did not have to die. And in my head, he didnât. Iâve got my own ideas of how he survived, quite a few indeed. Heck, in one version of the story, itâs not a Time Heist, itâs a Quantum Heist and I threw in an OC to make sure he lives, but thatâs neither here nor thereâŚ
Anyway, in the Blood Brothers universe, Tony does in fact live. So does Nat but thatâs also neither here nor there. Hereâs how.))
Thanos had just blown up the van. Captain Marvel was this close to escaping with the Stones to the Quantum Realm, but Thanos blew that idea to hell.
We know what happens next. Thanos and Carol fight, and just when we think Carol is really going to end the threat once and for all, Thanos remains one step ahead and knocks Carol into next week with the Power Stone.
And thenâŚthe look. Where a chess-master sorcerer and one who seems to defy all with an iron will lock eyes and know the moment has come.
But in this universe, the look doesnât go unnoticed.
Ant-Man and the Wasp survive the exploding van in a similar fashion to how Scott survived Thanosâ initial attack on the compound. From the rubble near where the van once sat, a tiny Scott Stark groans, shakes his head, and slowly gets up. He hears a large crack resound and flinches, looking around frantically to see just in time how Thanos has gotten the better of Carol.
And somehow, for whatever reason, Doctor Strange catches Scottâs attention. That look of solemn urgency as he holds up one trembling finger. Strange did say they only had one shot at winningâŚand the look on his face makes Scott realize this was it.
Then his eyes travel to where Doctor Strange was looking, and his heart drops to his boots. No.
Thatâs another look Scott can recognize. Resolve. Resignation. Heâs worn the same look himself on many occasions. Hell, heâd be wearing the look right now if he wasnât feeling such panic and desperation to get to his brother as quickly as possible.
Because so many things are running through his head right now. Things like Bruceâs screams by just putting on the gauntlet, never mind the damage he endured after snapping his fingers.
Things like the fact that if it wasnât for the part of him that was the Hulk, Bruce more than likely wouldnât have survived the snap.
Things like Bruce saying the radiation coming off the Stones was gamma.
Things like Tonyâs own words to Thor: â...that glove's channeling enough energy to light up a continentâŚâ
Things like Rocket describing what it felt like to feel the effects of one Stone, never mind six.Â
Things like Tony was about to die. Scott was about to watch his brother die, and he knew it.
Panic propels the tiny Ant-Man forward towards Tony just as he sees his big brother cleverly swipe the Infinity Stones from the iron gauntlet.Â
But the younger Stark is clever too, and an idea - a desperate prayer really - blooms in his mind, one he would follow through in full forceâŚwhether it ends well for himself or not.
âI am inevitable,â he hears the Mad Titan exclaim with a calm that sends shivers down Scottâs spine. Thanos snaps his fingers, and nothing happens. Scottâs almost there.
Tony reveals the Stones in his gloved hand, and he flings his head back with a grunt as he bears the electric weight of six Infinity Stones. âAnd IâŚâ Heâs yards away now. âAmâŚâ
Scott gets ready, mentally and physically, as he closes the gap between him and his older brother. Heâs going to have to time it all perfectly. One shot to get this right.
âIron Man.â
In the span of a second, three things happen. 1) Scott activates the Pym Particles with the button on his left hand to make him grow. 2) As Scott grows, he reaches out his right hand and grabs Tonyâs right shoulder. 3) Tony snaps his fingers, and the world goes white.
This is where the world freezes for one very brief moment, and Tony is transported to the Soul Stoneâs realm because heâs the one who snapped his fingers.
The world doesnât freeze for Scott though.
As he grows giant, he gets down on one knee to keep his hold on Tonyâs shoulder, and he struggles to hold on.
Scott feels everything and nothing all at once.
He learned something from hearing Rocketâs encounter with the Infinity Stone. They can be survivable if you donât carry the burden alone. And/or if youâre big enough. Tony wasnât but with Scottâs help, Tony could be.
Energy is neither created nor destroyed; it transfers and transforms. As if sensing a larger mass to consume, the energy of the Infinity Stones drains out of Tonyâs shoulder directly in and up Scottâs right arm to the rest of his giant form, rumbling through him like a chain reaction of TNT.
Scott had never felt heat like that before. Heck, heâd never felt anything like that before. He almost expected death instantaneously simply from the sheer force of what electricity coursed through him, yet, miraculously, it didnât come.Â
He doesnât remember how or when he ended up on his back.
He doesnât remember Hope was about to shrink him back to normal size, but he does remember hearing Doctor Strange shout, âNo! If you want him to live, you leave him be!â
For a brief moment, Scott wonders who Strange is talking about.
He doesnât really remember what Doctor Strange and the princess of Wakanda discuss so quickly and urgently. All he remembers is hearing the princess say, âTwo more white boys to work on, and one is a giant.â
Oh, Scott realizes, theyâre talking about me and Tony.
He remembers staring at the sky and seeing a beam of sunlight break through the clouds of ash. Thatâs all he remembers.
Until he wakes up with a start in an exotic and really cool looking hospital roomâŚor lab. Thereâs so much cool tech, he thinks itâs not exactly a hospital ward.
His suitâs gone, and his right arm, chest, and upper right leg are bandaged up. âWeirdâŚwhaâwhatâs going on?â He looks around, and before he can call out if anyone was there, he finally notices another bed nearby with his brother lying on it, unconscious or asleep and missing an arm.
But very much alive according to the readout of his heartbeat on the nearby screen.
Scott learns many things later on, filling in the gaps in his memory.
He learns that while Scott could not save Tony from losing his arm as a result of actually snapping his fingers, the transfer of energy really did save his life.
He learns that Shuri had to run tests and scans on him while he was giant to make sure the radiation and the energy from the Stones were completely out of his system before he was shrunk back down. Doing so beforehand might have killed him because that would have thrown him into the same dilemma he spared Tony from. He was big enough as a giant to handle the energy, which is why heâs only escaped with bad burns. The scars look like lightning webbing across his skin.
He also learned Hope had to use her disks to shrink him. Any particles he had in his suit had mysteriously disappeared. Perhaps absorbed by the Infinity Stone energy, but that was speculation.
He learned he had been out cold for five days. Between breaking records in size and timeframe of being giant and the Infinity Stones, that was enough to make Scott sleep undisturbed for that long. Shuri had to assure everyone that he really was not dead. âHeâs literally breathing on his own and mumbling incoherently every once in a while,â she informed them. âHeâs sleeping very deeply.â
Tony went through surgery to remove the arm, and Shuri had to use some Vibranium on his heart to strengthen it. Even Tonyâs heart can only take so much, but itâs strong and stable now and probably in better shape than it was before.
But the snap knocked him out cold too, and Tony wakes up a full day after Scott does. And he has no idea how in the world heâs alive until Bruce fills him in on everything that has come to pass.
Tony and Scott design and build an arm for Tony out of vibranium with the blessing of the Black Panther of course, they wouldnât dare otherwise.
The mystery of the missing Pym particles gets solved soon enough when Scott gets frustrated with the pain in his hand and arm and suddenly bangs his head on the ceiling. And the. He freaks out whenever he sees how heâs drastically changed, and then heâs suddenly very small. âWhat the hell is going on?!â
Seems the Infinity Stones made him absorb all the Pym Particles he was carrying in his suitâŚbut that's neither here nor there.
#for the ant mun#scott lang#ant-man#anon asks#blood brothers au#blood brothers#what if scott and tony were blood brothers#avengers endgame#endgame#ant man#antman
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@youknowwhoiamaskblog ((Scott will be calling Tony Tone when heâs happy or Tony-Tone when heâs trying to annoy him from now on)) đđ
âLook, if you do this and it doesnât work, youâre not coming back.â âThanks for the pep talk, piss-ant.â
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SCOTT LANG + TONY STARK for @emotonystark
#scott lang#ant-man#tony stark#iron man#math bros#what a great dynamic#gonna throw this under the blood bros tag too#because it fits#blood brothers#blood brothers au#what if Scott and Tony were blood brothers#antman#ant man
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When to say Goodbye
Loki x Femreader!
Warnings: Alcoholism, Mentions of Addiction, cursing ANGST A/N: I had an experience similar to this interaction recently, and in my mind it seemed perfect for a Loki fic. When someone you love is struggling, how do you know if you're helping them, or if you're part of the problem? Enjoy
The first portion of the evening passed along well enough. The dinner party was a quaint affair at a fancy restaurant. Tony made the arrangements and bought out a nice private venue just outside of New York and paid the workers extra for a âprivacyâ insurance. No phones. No cameras. Everyone signed an NDA, which everyone other than Tony thought was unnecessary. It wasnât everyday that the god of thunder came to visit Earth, and it certainly wasnât everyday that he announced his engagement to his longtime girlfriend Jane Foster.Â
Thor had assured all of us that he and his fiancee had celebrated on Asgard, and that the need for a dinner was unnecessary. And despite Thorâs rather weak attempts to stop Tony from going overboard, Mr. Stark, like always, had his way. It was a well attended event. From Earth, Tony was able to assemble most of the Avengers, such as Steve, Bruce, Natasha, Clint, Rhodey, Sam, Bucky, Wanda, Vision, and even begrudgingly decided to bring Scott along. And you, of course.
Thor invited his own entourage. The ever kind Jane, and the guardians. It was a pleasant surprise to see Quill and the gang, as they seemed busy with their crossworld travels, and hardly visited Earth. Rocket immediately took to the bar, with Groot on his tail, and conversation began to flow freely between friends. There were a few late arrivals, such as Strange, and Parker. You eyed the crowd a bit eagerly, not able to shake off the anxiety building in your chest. He should be here.
Perhaps it was for the best he didnât show.Â
Things didnât usually end well whenever he showed up. For you anyway.Â
After dinner, a large cake was brought out and placed before Thor and Jane. It was a beautiful 3 tier white chocolate cake, with a flourish of flowers adorning the dessert. Just as Tony was finishing a speech, and passing the mic down the table, the doors to the venue opened up, causing everyone to turn their heads. You knew before you looked. Your heart lurched in your chest and you felt your blood run cold.Â
Loki came sauntering in. He was dressed for the occasion, in a nice shirt and slacks, with a jacket thrown over his shoulder. His hair was slicked back into a bun, and he wore the usual bravado smirk on his lips and he drew nearer to the table. He was glad to have the roomâs attention. This was his goal all along.Â
Tony seemed to come to the same conclusion too, his brows furrowed with annoyance. âNice of you to join us Reindeer,â he mused. Thor was delighted to see his brother and commanded one of the workers to bring in a chair.Â
âNo need, brother,â Loki said wryly. His eyes surveyed the room until they settled on you. âI see an open seat.â
You clenched your fists as they rested on your lap. Steve was finishing his own speech as Loki pulled up a chair beside you. You could smell the liquor on him immediately. The sickly sweet smell of it lingered in the air between you. Of course he would show up to his brotherâs engagement party hammered. What else did you expect?Â
You refused to look at him, wanting to pay attention to Steveâs speech, or Mantis playing with her fork, or literally anything other than him. But of course he was not going to make it easy for you. He knew his affect on you.Â
âHas the night been terribly dull without me, pet?â his words echoed in your mind. Even then, there was a bit of a slur to them. You clenched your jaw and shook your head. You did not want to play his games tonight. You had promised yourself to be present and in the moment rather than dedicating yourself to Loki and his needs. Steve finished his speech, and Thor rose to make a toast to his future wife. You raised your glass with the rest, and noticed from the corner of your eye that Loki did the same.
âNot talking to me tonight I see,â he thought with a laugh, âHavenât you missed me my sweet? Iâve missed youâ my pet. I canât wait until I have you alone, once this dreadful night is over. Godsâ how I need you. I might have celebrated a bit prematurely in honor of the Mightyâs Thorâs wedding announcement, which of course mother and father were just thrilled byââ
Thor finished his toast and everyone drank their champagne. You tossed yours back, anger flaring in your eyes and you turned to Loki sharply. He was expecting this reaction, and he met you with an amused face as he slowly sipped on his drink.
âDo not make tonight about you!â you yelled back in his mind. You turned away from him once more and focused on Jane and Thor cutting the cake as the room filled with applause. His hand rested on your thigh, his fingers grazing your dress under the table.Â
âLoveââ he began, his thoughts turning into a small whine, like a pouting child. You grabbed his wrist and violently removed it from your thigh. He did not resist, even though his strength far outmatched yours. He stilled beside you, keeping whatever thoughts to himself, registering your anger even in his drunken state.Â
As dessert passed around, you kept your attention to Drax, who sat on the other side of you. Although he was not one for long conversations, you tried your best to reach through to him to occupy your mind. After the table was cleared, the party moved to the bar area and the dance floor. The party was starting to liven up, as the alcohol poured more freely and the tempo of the music picked up.Â
Loki disappeared from your sight, and your anxiety grew significantly. He was unpredictable, especially when he was intoxicated, and especially when an event revolved around Thor. He had made amends with his brother years ago. Loki swore off his retaliation once he realized that was in fact loved by his brother. It was a hard pill to swallow. He had struggled for a while with coexisting with Thor, but you knew Loki feared who he would become without him. Who he would become if loneliness won again.
You had seen him try. It was a wondrous thing to behold. Loki decided to train with the Avengers, under extreme supervision of course, but Thor deemed it necessary for his redemption. Tony nearly outright refused, but Steve fought for his chance. âEveryone should have a shot at a second chance,â Steve had said to the team. It was left to a vote then. You were the last to vote. It was split. Half of the team didnât trust Loki, which was to be expected. The other half, following Steveâs leadership, agreed that there might be a chance to redeem Loki.Â
It was up to you.Â
You believed in redemption. You believed in second chances. So it had been obvious. It was easy to decide. It was everything that came after⌠that became difficult.
While the party turned up, and everyone was dancing and mingling, you found yourself lingering next to the bar. You told yourself not to look for him, but you couldnât help it. It's as if your body was on autopilot, searching for any sign of him to make sure he was okay. It was pathetic. It was exhausting. And yet it was the only thing you seemed to be able to do.
Mantis awkwardly made her way towards the bar, her antennas twitching a bit as she approached. Her presence made you avert your eyes from the crowd and paint a soft smile. You had always liked Mantis.Â
âHey, Mantis,â you said softly. She greeted you with a smile and took a seat next to you. She ordered water and seemed content to just sit there with you for a moment as the party continued. It wasnât until a couple of songs passed that Mantis finally spoke.
âYouâre very anxious tonight.âÂ
It wasnât a question. You knew she could sense your emotions on you. That they radiated to her like waves that she alone could read and decipher. There was little sense in lying to her,
âYes,â was all you said.
Mantis held out her hand gently, her eyes curious as she looked at you.
âMay I?âÂ
You immediately placed your hand in hers, letting the entirety of your emotions flow into her like a river. It was a momentary relief. To allow someone to bare the weight of your heart in its fullness. She did not flinch away from you.
âYou love him,â she said, tilting her head as she looked at the bar, âAnd this brings you great pain.â
You shuddered a breath. âWhy?â you asked quietly. You knew the answer. Deep down you always knew. Mantis looked at you with a soft indifference. She was not malicious in her words. She was only speaking to what she could feel.Â
âYouâre afraidââÂ
Mantis was cut off by a swiftly approaching Jane. Your body straightened at the sight of her looking somewhat distraught, clearly trying to hold her appearance together. Her eyes were focused on you and you alone.Â
âExcuse me, Mantis,â you murmured as you rose from your chair and met Jane halfway.
âOh thank god,â Jane said in a low voice.
âWhatâs wrong?â you asked, your eyes searching behind Jane for any sort of disturbance.Â
âItâs Loki,â Jane sighed, âHeâs drunk, Tonyâs drunkâ theyâre having words outside on the patio. I stepped out for some air, and things seemed to be getting tenseâ I didnât want to get Thor because we all know how calm he can beâŚâ
You put a gentle hand on Janeâs shoulder. She was no fool. She knew at least bits and pieces of your relationship with Loki, enough to warrant her coming to you for assistance.Â
âIâll handle Loki,â you said sternly, âGo enjoy your party Jane, please.â You bent forward and gave her a soft peck on the cheek and hurried yourself to the patio. No one seemed to notice you move across the party, and once you entered the patio space, you saw Loki pointing a finger in Tonyâs direction.Â
âTony,â your voice rang out clear and strong. This got Lokiâs attention first. The sound of your voice snapped him out of his intense staredown with Tony long enough for Tony to look in your direction.
âPepper needs you, sheâs on the phone. Says it's urgent.â
It was a messy lie, but it did the job. Tony in his drunken state, widened his eyes and sloppily hurried his way back to the party. Once he was inside, you locked the door behind him and turned around to Loki, who was scowling with his arms crossed. You stood there, your arm wrapped around yourself.
âI was perfectly fine. There was no need for your interference,â he said bitterly.
âI am tired, Loki,â you whispered. You werenât sure if he had heard you. There was still the dull beating of the music pounding just behind you. You moved away from the door, walking closer to Loki, standing a few feet away from him. You looked at him, unable to hold back the sadness in your eyes any longer. His eyes wandered your face for a moment, his face a bit slack and nonchalant.Â
âIâm sorry,â Loki sighed, âThis isnât fair for you, I realize that. And yetâŚâ
You let out a short laugh through your nose. âAnd yet here we are, again. Here I am, standing here between you and yourselfâ making excuse after excuse for you. So, Iâll ask you this, why? Why should I keep doing it? Why, Loki?â
âI need you,â Loki said immediately. His voice was soft, but stern. He was being as serious as he could be. You knew he meant it, believed it even, but you werenât sure if it really mattered anymore. He took a step forward, almost as if he could sense the doubt radiating from your body. He knew your body well. You held his gaze as he moved closer.
âMy life would be very different if it werenât for you. You got me here, youâre why I can even step foot on this planet⌠I would have burned if you had not been thereââ
âI have only fanned the fucking flames!â you hissed, inching closer to him. âWhat have I done for you, but cater to your every whim? Even when you continue to prove to me that you would rather drown in your own indignation than try to move forward in life. I humor you by being there every time you call me in a drunken stupor. Because let's be honest with ourselves, Loki, you only ever call me anymore when you are blacked out drunk, or in some dire need to drown your senses and need someone to drown with you.
âAnd I do. When it comes to choosing between you and my own fucking common sense, I always choose you. I drown with you because I would rather die every night with the sensation of fire in my lungs than deal with the constant breaking of my heartââ your words croak out at the end. You turned away violently as tears began to well up in your eyes.Â
âWait, wait,â he said desperately, his hand gripping your shoulder as he quickly placed himself in front of you. âIâm sorry, truly. I fucked, I fucked up. I keep fucking everything up. I hate myself for how I am⌠it's not a reflection of you. Itâs never, gods it's never you. I know I have a problem, and I hate that I drag you into my mess. I am a selfish creature. I crave your company more than I desire your wellbeing, for if I truly cared, I would send you away, or love you like you deserve to be loved, totally and completely... But⌠I canât. I canât.â
His eyes search yours in desperation. His chest is heaving under his words and his hand runs up your shoulder until he is cupping your cheek. âI love you. Please understand that. As much as I can, in whatever capacity my heart can love, I do love you. I donât know who I would be without you. You are my best friend.â
Tears fell down your cheeks. âI love you too,â you nearly moaned in despair, âAnd thatâs the problem, Loki. I love you, and yet I continue to watch you destroy yourself. You constantly compare yourself to Thor, even now that youâve made amends. You think you are unworthy of redemption and so you hide from it. You flee from it like a child and you run to me. And I have spoiled you, havenât I? I have given you what you wanted, a distraction, a momentary blindness to the realness of your own life. But I have failed to give you what you needed. Failed to give myself what I needed.â
Loki looked like a broken thing. His face pained in ways that you had only seen momentarily. You tilted your head a bit as you continued. âNow look at us, love,â you whispered to him, âWe are both dying.â You felt a cooling calm wash over you. An odd numbness that made time seem to slow down. You recognized the beating of your own heart, and the soft thumping of the pulse in his thumb on your cheek.Â
This was finally time.Â
âPlease,â he murmured softly, desperately, âI canât bare it.â
He did not cry or resist when you took his hand off of your face. You held his gaze for a while longer, savoring the last memories you would have of him. It took all of your strength to step away from him. It felt like ripping off a limb.Â
âI love you,â you said gently, holding eye contact with him as you continued to step away. He did not follow you, or speak again. He simply kept his gaze on you, his brows furrowed in discomfort. Your heart ached in ways you never knew were possible. âBut I will no longer play a part in your own undoing.â
And with that you were gone. You hardly remembered walking out of the venue, or getting into a cab, or even arriving home. Lokiâs face was branded in your mind. You thought of that last look, that last devastated look as you lay your head down on your pillow that night. You would not sleep that night. You would not sleep for many nights to come.
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Lost fics. Any help would be appreciated! â¤ď¸
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Hi! I'm looking for a fic that was based on LĂŠon The Professional, though Stiles was older than Mathilda. Derek was the hitman, and Stiles's family had been murdered. If I remember correctly, Isaac and Scott had been his little brothers.
Would you be able to put your finger on this fic? "stiles has magic and he made a deal with a powerful witch to protect beacon hills, but it supposedly took away his love for derek in the process (or maybe Derek made the deal), except that he's growing a garden to break the spell" My google-fu is failing me. I know I've read it before, but going through my history is a month-long endeavor! I think Derek is a deputy and he keeps running into Stiles and it's not clear what has happened between them at first. I think Stiles is referred to as a hedge witch at some point? que tu mâaimais encore by magneticwave | 19.9K Wolves mate for life, donât they?
I think this fic has been deleted off ao3 and I'm very sad. De-aged Derek. He and Stiles become a couple. Stiles ends up a human alpha of the entire pack. (TBH it's rather porny and there's voyeur/exhibition) and there's a lake house or beach house. Eventually Derek goes back to regular Derek.
Hi! Bit of a long one: there's this fanfic that is uncompleted, where Stiles was in the Hale House when he saw a crystal ball (??) on the floor, got down low to grab it and fell through the floor, waking up in the past. He met teenage Derek in a diner with Laura, started talking to them, and decided to protect Derek from Kate before he ever met her. Derek is a lifeguard at the lake where Stiles goes to monitor him and there was a scene where Derek lapped the lake to impress Stiles. Stiles also squats in the Stilinski House to survive and Sheriff doesn't know who he is. Do you know the fic? I've been looking for it for forever
Hi! I have been trying to find a teen wolf and marvel cross over fic. Itâs where I believ Tony stark and Claudia where best friend growing up and fell in love. And then she gets pregnant with his baby(aka stiles). Stiles finds out from a bunch of letters but keeps it to himself until I believe Tony get captured and goes missing for months.( iron man 1). Then he goes into a depression and wonât eat or anything until the day Tony is found. Also involves when aliens attack and stiles freaks out again and makes it his mission to go to New York and meet him. Hidden Truths by Harmonious113 | 212.4K | WIP Claudia Stilinkski always did her best to hide the truth from her family-her past, her family, the boy she couldnât quite seem to let go of- to spare John and Stiles from the heartbreak. Stiles finds a trunk of letters and pictures unearthing the truth. His father is Tony Stark.
It was a Teen Wolf Sterek fic, an au with magic. Claudia either adopted stiles or was his bio mom and pretended to adopt him, but stiles had a familiar who constantly turned into dead grotesque bodies and the only person who accepted them fully (and laughed at the familiar being gruesome) was laura. laura dies somehow and derek comes in. I think laura and stiles were partners for the magic things law enforcement? I remember that they thought stiles might have killed laura/tried to pin it on him, but after lauras death derek takes over as stiles' partner. I remember one scene with lydia and maybe heather and stiles with candles? I'm pretty sure both lyds and stiles lived with claudia. by the end of the fic the familiar sacrifices itself to save stiles and his friends from the argents, and I'm pretty sure there's a scene where ally defects from her aunt/grandpa. (There's) Sulphur in Our Blood by WonderWolf | 210.9K | Explicit | WIP Secret Agent AU where Derek blames Stiles for his sisterâs death and Stiles is pretty sure that Derekâs going to murder him. As if that werenât enough to deal with, Stilesâ familiar keeps having public breakdowns
Hi Team! Hoping the community can come through on finding two fics... First one - Stiles gets a stressful job in IT (poss in San Fran?) and starts hallucinating rich Derek drinking posh coffee in NYC. After several hallucinations of Derek being all "you really need a new job," it turns out that Derek is real, is an alpha, and Stiles is fated to be his emissary. The Sun to Rise by andavs | 7.5K Stiles has an imaginary friend. He's kind of a dick.
Second one - (which may have been deleted from AO3) is a canon divergent S1 AU. It hits the beats of S1 but instead Scott doesn't hesitate when Derek offers him the chance to kill Peter and possibly reverse the bite. Scott kills Peter and is human again. The main thing I remember is after the fact, Stiles visits Derek at the burned down Hale house and says something like "it's like none of it really happened." And Derek levels him with a sour wolf look and says "it happened." Timshel by jsea | 12.5K Derek lets Scott kill Peter for the cure at the end of S1. This is the story of how that choice changes everyone's fate. "Sir, you should know..." Derek starts to say, then snaps his mouth closed when the Sheriff takes one hand off the steering wheel, and holds it up in a halting gesture. "You're not a bad kid, Derek." "I'm a werewolf," Derek says, before he can think about it. For the first time in his life the word feels dirty, like something to be ashamed of. It makes him feel like a little kid again, using a curse word without understanding what it means.
I can't remember if it was a steter or sterek fic. It's a short humourous fic where Stiles has an injury but he was adamant that bandaids could fix it and it was at least a six inch long-ass gash or something. If this sounds familiar to anyone? Thanks!
Looking for a fic where I donât remember much just Isaac coming home to Derek trashing the loft and saying something like âI just saw stiles, he reeks of sexâ then it cut scene to something else. I donât think it was a king fic but I could be wrong. Thank you so much in advance Noticed by forestofbabel | 35.1K Stiles left on a Tuesday. Nobody Noticed.
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THE KING OF FNAF?
Read of AO3
< this is Chapter 1 >
disclaimers: This all takes place much after the events of each canon, Aftons & Emilys meet Fnaf: the musical, This is based off the gacha Fnaf concept of aftons meet past/future/au/canon/etc, This fanfic features my personal headcanons & theories and a Fnaf AU alike to gacha AUs (aftons can transform into their animatronic form, aftons have ther abilities, illusion discs make them seem normal, Ennard, etc) there's no need to get mad if you disagree with stuff, There's some canon-typical violence, And there's two ships (Nate x Mark, Michael x Jeremy Fitzgerald)
"Liz please I need to get some sleep before my shift toni-" right as Michael finished his
sentence, the doorbell rang. Elizabeth walked over to the door, turning on her illusion disc
and kicking any visible bloody appendage out of sight. She opened the door and stared down
the men outside with her big green eyes. "Who the fuck are you?" She asked, forgetting she
appears as a child. "Wow! No need to curse!" the man with the dyed hair exclaimed, "I'm
Mark, this is Nate, and this is... Uhh what's your name again?" He turned to the man in the
purple hoodie. "AJ!! ITS AJ!! IS IT REALLY SO HARD TO REMEMBER?!" He screeched,
it hurts Elizabeth's ears. "Shut up, stop shouting like a 5 year old, who's the last guy?" She
asked, pointing at the man in the bloody suit. "That man goes by many nam-" Mark started,
but was cut off by that same man. "Matt, or Scott, or William, or Dave, or evil dirtbag with a
chainsaw, or phone gu- okay yeah that's a lot of names. Most people just call me Matt
though" he chuckled, Lizzy raised an eyebrow. "Why are you here?" She asked, not wanting
to deal with adults right now. "Well, our car broke down and we need a place to stay..." Nate
started, "...and your house seemed more welcoming than your neighbour's, we were kicked
off the property" Mark finished. Elizabeth stared at them for a moment, confused, and then
turned to the inside of the house, "MIKE! THERE'S PEOPLE AT THE DOOR THAT WANT
TO STAY!" She shouted, hoping her brother heard. A bang was heard from the vents above
her, followed by a soft, robotic 'fuck'. "Enn, you have to stop spying on people from the
vents" she shook her head. Mark and Nate looked at each other, worried if they made the
right decision. After a few seconds, a man barely resembling Michael walked in to the room.
"Mike, this is Mark, Nate, Matt, and uhh-" Liz started to explain, but forgot the purple
hoodie-d guy's name. "AJ!" he exclaimed in anger. "James, exactly what I said. Anyways
they want to spend the night here because their car broke or something" she continued.
Michael thought for a moment, staring at a hidden blood spot on the wall, slightly terrified of
how that might go. "You know what? I'm sure dad will appreciate some guests, and I'm sure
Ennard will love it too" he said finally, winking to Liz, implying the four guests will not
leave the house unless it be in ghost/soul form. AJ started to shiver, it was getting cold
outside. "Come on in!" Michael smiled wide, fixing his loose tie which had his illusion disc
in it. The fours walked in and Lizzy closed the door. She went to the kitchen because she was
hungry and left the group and Michael all alone. Michael led them to the living room, which
was luckily empty. He took out his phone and texted the family group chat (which had very
little messages in it) "guests over, get En to clean up all the rooms and leave the vents, get
him his illusion disc too. C, get yours, it's on dad's table in the workshop. Dad, please don't
murder them. Liz, get mom and make some dinner, they probably need to eat. And under no
circumstances will any of you be talking about the past!! We are the Schmidt family until
they leave tomorrow morning." He sent the message and sank on the couch next to Mark. He
noticed two pins mark had on his shirt, one read "Freddy Fazbear's pizzaria security" and
they other was a bisexual pride flag. Mike raised an eyebrow, "you wor- uhh you like men
and women?" He thought it might be easier to approach that subject first. "yeah- I mean I
have a boyfriend" Mark pointed to Nate, who was chatting with AJ. "Ohhh, cool! I'm gay,
and I have a boyfriend too" Mike responded, wondering what Jeremy was doing right now.
"Nice" Mark pulled his phone, bored. His phone's wallpaper was him, Nate, a weird plushie
version of Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy on the background of a burned building with a
sign reading "Freddy Fazbear's pizzaria" in big letters and "get some Freddy-filled fun
today!" In a smaller font. Mike cringed at that slogan, ""don't ask as about our kids" was a
better one" he thought to himself. He wanted to ask about the job because he never saw Mark around, and he knew literally all of the workers at Fazbear entertainment's places. Besides,
those looked nothing like the animatronics from the actual locations, and that building didn't
look like any location! He was confused and concerned. "You uhh.. you work at Freddy's?"
He asked quietly, afraid of the answer. "Oh, uh, yeah, I'm a- or well, I WAS a nightguard
before this psycho burned his own place down." Mark chuckled and pointed at Matt, which
concerned Michael so much more. Freddy's locations belong to either his dad or his dad's
"friend", not this random dude! "I thought the owners were William Afton, Dave Miller, and
Henry Emily?" He said confused, attempting to sound normal. "Those are all his nicknames"
Mark chuckled again.
Before Michael could say anything further, William walked through the front door, looking
exhausted and with a big stain of blood on his clothes. "It rained today." He said through
gritted teeth, still in pain from the springlocks. Michael burst out laughing, glad his dad got
springlocked again. Mark stared at the blood with wide eyes and internal panic, Nate and AJ
did the same. Matt looked for a moment, then made a face of understanding, "you work with
springlocks too?" He asked, rolling his sleeves up to reveal scars from his old springlocks
suits. "Yep" William unbuttoned the two top buttons of his shirt, revealing deep scarring from
countless springlocks failures. "Oof, that's rough buddy" Matt responded as he got up and
reached his hand for a handshake, "Matt, or Afton, nice to-" but he was cut off by Michael
and William. "AFTON?!" they screamed in unison, shocked at this discovery.
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Secret Origins (vol. 3) #3: Freedom from Fear/Blood Money/Secret Identity
Freedom from Fear Read Date: October 26, 2022 Cover Date: August 2014 â Writer: Robert Venditti â Penciler: Martin Coccolo â Inker: Martin Coccolo â Colorist: Tony AviĂąa â Letterer: Dave Sharpe â Editors: Chris Conroy â
Blood Money Read Date: October 26, 2022 Cover Date: August 2014 â Writer: Jeremy Haun â Penciler: Trevor McCarthy â Inker: Trevor McCarthy â Colorist: Matthew Wilson â Letterer:Todd Klein â Editors: Rachel Gluckstern ⌠Mark Doyle â
Secret Identity Read Date: October 26, 2022 Cover Date: August 2014 â Writer: Scott Lobdell â Penciler: Tyler Kirkham â Inker: Tyler Kirkham â Colorist: Arif Prianto â Letterer: Anthony Marques ⌠Eddie Berganza ⌠Mike Cotton â
Synopsis: Freedom from Fear When he was a boy, Hal Jordan watched his father - a pilot - die in a crash. He had wanted to be like his father, but that dream died with him. Hal's elder brother Jack responded with anger, having to become more responsible overnight. His little brother Jim remained young, perhaps forgetting his father entirely. His mother, Jessica prayed, hoping to keep the tragedy she was always prepared for from happening to her children as well as her husband. Hal, though, faced his fear, and became a pilot too.
Reckless as Hal seemed in flight, it was not fearlessness that made him so. It was his terror. He had watched his father die in a plane, and he had made a choice over his grave to face that terror and defeat it, rather than run from it. However, this method had the unfortunate side-effect of making him hard to control, and Hal's recklessness got him demoted from pilot to mechanic. It was then, while he was tuning up a plane, that Hal was chosen by the Green Lantern Ring. It showed him to the crash-site of Abin Sur's craft - he would make the first known instance of contact with alien life, and all he could think was whose father this dying pilot might have been.
The alien explained the nature of the ring, and the Green Lantern Corps, offering Hal the chance to accept his role as the Green Lantern of Sector 2814 in his stead. Choosing to face his anxiety and fear about what he'd seen and heard, Hal agreed, and the ring recognized his ability to overcome fear.
But with that role came a command structure and orders. Stuck in boot camp again, he learned the nature of the Corps and how to wield the ring by force of will, and by overcoming fear. But he made the mistake of facing fear from without the Corps. When Sinestro took fear and weaponized it, he assembled a Corps of his own to spark the first War of Light.
When not needed by the Corps, Hal still sneaks flights in real planes, wondering at how his life was defined by two crashes. The first one took everything from him, while the second gifted him with more than he could imagine.
Synopsis: Blood Money On Kate Kane's twelfth birthday, her twin sister Beth and her mother Gabi were kidnapped thought to be murdered by terrorists. It was her own father, Jacob who found her and rescued her from that place, warning her not to look back at the carnage that he carried her from.
Later that day, she had not yet fully accepted what happened when she walked down the stairs from her room to find her father weeping next to the unused party decorations. Hugging her to him, he promised that they would soldier on. They would be okay.
Years later, Kate would give up her place at West Point by admitting to her superior officer that she was gay. She had already been under investigation for her homosexual conduct, and rather than lie, she told the truth. When she told her father what had happened, he was proud of her integrity.
After entering a bar-hopping rebellious phase, Kate was attacked in an alley by a mugger, and fought back using her military training. Though she fought off her attacker, she was seen by the Batman, who - though impressed - warned her not to make a habit of it. Inspired by his example, she took up vigilantism using stolen ordnance, drawing her father's attention. Though he disapproved, when he realized her conviction, Jake agreed to train her and help her to become the Batwoman.
Sometime later, she met Maggie Sawyer at a ball and began a romantic relationship, resulting in their engagement. After all that had happened to her, though, Kate never forgot her mother or sister - or the positive influence of her father.
Synopsis: Secret Identity Against the odds, Tim Drake discovered the Batman's identity. It had taken him ages to narrow it down to two candidates in Bruce Wayne and Enrique Fluente - a dead arms dealer. One night, his mother called him away from his search to participate in his gymnastics event. While the games were muscle memory for him, his mind was focused on his search. During his routine, he spotted two elderly men watching, and found their presence suspicious.
Assuming that it must have been Bruce Wayne scouting him, he followed the clues to the Gotham Aviary, and found Batman waiting for him. Unable to bring himself to out his idol, Tim simply stated that he wanted to apply for the role of the new Robin. He already knew that two had come before - and he suspected something bad had happened to the most recent one. Batman refused him, and left, but this only drove Tim to work harder.
He spent weeks trying harder, and digging deeper, forgetting to eat and giving up on school work. Learning that he could not get to Bruce directly, he decided instead to target one of Batman's enemies; the Penguin. His hacked bank account led Cobblepot to send assassins to Tim's house, and Batman did come, to protect Tim and his family. Unfortunately, the end result was that Tim had to give up his parents to a witness protection program and give up his real name for his own safety.
However, he was welcomed into Wayne Manor, and he pretended to act surprised when he "discovered" the Batcave - though its contents and scope were quite surprising indeed. Before long, Batman offered him the role of Robin. Not wanting to replace Jason Todd, but rather honour him, Tim chose a different name for himself: Red Robin.
It came as no surprise to Batman when Tim eventually decided to move on, and do other things, like leading the Teen Titans.
(https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/Secret_Origins_Vol_3_3)
Fan Art: Robins (Earth-27) by phil-cho
Accompanying Podcast: â Everyone Loves the Drake - episode 16
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The PR Fallout of JD Vance Joining the Joe Rogan Experience: Let the Bromance Begin!
In the first five minutes, there were at least half a dozen profanities as host Joe Rogan and Sen. JD Vance (R-Ohio) recounted cute, adorable stories of young kids swearing, cussing, and dropping F-bombs.
This ainât your daddyâs Republican Party.
Jeb(!) Bush couldnât have done it. Neither could his brother or father â nor could the last GOP nominee prior to Trump, Mitt Romney. Theyâre too uptight and too puritanical to vibe with a dude like Rogan.
Itâs yet another reminder of how thoroughly the MAGA movement has overhauled the Republican Party: Weâve jettisoned the country club Blue Bloods and replaced âem with garbage men and McDonaldâs workers. The political realignment is now nearly complete.
Vance has a gift for straddling the lines between all the different subgroups within the new GOP. Heâs religious enough to bond with the Catholics and Evangelicals; heâs educated enough for the intellectuals and the economic ideologues; heâs patriotic enough for the military bloc; and heâs gritty enough to charm MAGA-adjacent influencers. In baseball parlance, heâs a 5-tool prospect.
So what did we learn?
Your first takeaway is that Vance is unusually intelligent. Not kinda smart or âsmart enoughâ (*cough* Kamala *cough*) but genuinely a genius. His depth of knowledge (and ability to pivot) allows him to communicate compassionately and thoughtfully, even in a three-hour interview. Not all smart people can pull this off: Lots of them come across as uncaring eggheads who prefer numbers to people.
When Trump tapped Vance, there were quite a few critics. (Full disclosure: I was skeptical, too.) The issue was less about Vance specifically, and more about the 2024 electoral map: Other potential selections (Tim Scott, Marco Rubio) couldâve activated certain demographics or (Glenn Youngkin) enhanced Trumpâs chances in blue-leaning states. After all, the #1 job of a VP pick is to help your boss win on Election Day. (Actually being competent after youâre elected is a distant second).
Vance didnât move the electoral needle in any appreciable way. His home state of Ohio was gonna go MAGA anyway. Plus, since he was unknown to most Americans, the Democrats (along with their sycophants in the media) had the very real opportunity to define Vance in vile, damaging ways. And they tried: Heâs a weirdo! He has sexual relations with couches! He hates childless cat ladies!
But they failed. And on the âJoe Rogan Experienceâ (JRE) today, you saw exactly what made him so appealing to Team Trump: Heâs a genuine American who genuinely understands America.
Instead of bonding with voters over something superficial (skin color, geography, ethnicity), he can bond with voters over ideas. And in the long run, thatâs far more valuable â and not just for the 2024 campaign.
Win or lose, Vance has a bright future in the GOP. Heâs already the preemptive frontrunner in 2028.
Within just the first few hours of being uploaded, the JD Vance interview has been viewed over two million times. (Just a wee bit shy of Trumpâs 42 million views.) The total views wonât match Trumpâs, but itâs likely to be his largest audience since he outdueled Tim Walz in their October 1 debate.Â
Thatâs a lot of eyeballs.
For the most part, the conversation went where you thought it would: They talked about COVID restrictions, big pharm, trans in sports, energy, history, Hunter Biden, Big Tech, censorship, media bias, Tony Hinchcliffe, Joe Bidenâs garbage comment, abortion, religion, illegal immigration, marijuana, psychedelics, and more. (A few unpredictable topics too, including the brilliance of âBoyz N the Hoodâ and the domestic abuse allegations against Kamalaâs husband, Doug Emhoff.) Vance avoided any missteps for the Democrats to exploit, while also serving slabs of red meat to the MAGA faithful.
Most importantly, Rogan was impressed with Vanceâs intelligence, humility, and humanity. He smiled, laughed, and treated Vance like a friend. (PR Pro Tip: You always wanna win over the host.) For JRE fans, it seemed like the beginning of a beautiful bromance.
The PR fallout will be incremental instead of exponential. Vance didnât change the narrative; he advanced it. And in the process, the Trump-Vance team reinforced its brand identity in the final days of the 2024 campaign: Theyâre normal Americans who care about normal things. Theyâre one of us!
And the implication via the absence of Tim Walz and Kamala Harris? Theyâre NOT one of us.
Maybe itâs because they hate Joe Rogan and his audience; maybe itâs because they canât have a normal, unedited conversation. (Or maybe Kamala has personal reasons for doing the âCall Her Daddyâ podcast instead of Rogan.) Regardless of the actual reason, Trump and Vance were on the JRE; Harris and Walz werenât.
And when push comes to shove, the voters are gonna choose the candidate who shows up.
Like the Democrats always say: Representation matters.
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Night of July 5th, 2022 > 6th
ATTEMPTED MURDER / SUICIDE
209 backup singer lady 30's late heavy set,Â
Yells "Fat Twat!" Towards daughter's room. 1.5, 1.6, 1.7 second pause.
Boom!
Clear gunshot.
Little girl visitor not always around comes into the room from under my bedroom, to see what happened.
Loudest scream I've ever heard. Runs out door.
Loud saw noise from hall.
Comes from 307.
Stops in front of "GET HIT!"Â "LEAVE!"Â Room 309, big girl black and early 20's. Â
Stops with saw less loud.
"I'm KKK and I hate niggers, Do you want steven to stand up for you?"
Dude sounded like guy from early pounding on my door with a large power tool night before, I didn't answer it and and sw through the peep hole a tall white fat fuck version of Beckman, from 306. A mad fucker who got sent out of the 3rd floor.
Was obviously a slide on the eyehole.
Starts up power tool, a chainsaw not even a chainsaw, much bigger, cuts door.
3-4 minutes of loud cutting door.
I was thinking "where's the little brother? Oh fuck sake!"
Ceiling intercom Speaker box:
"As your lawyer/attorney I advise you to stay in your room,"
 Slide of Mark (from Retard gang Luke, Matt, Shane, Kevin Schultz, John Zenobia, etc. Fano, Yuroslav)
301 - on projector slide: woman (50s, 60's, 70s) (Puerto Rican woman lives with her son in his mid-late 30s w shitzhu dog) walks out points a high caliber silver magnum type handgun .44? / .357? In the direction of the area where sawing was headed.
Slide recorded earlier turns back after aiming gun and goes back to end of hall into her room.
Finally sawing stops-or as going a guy/hand white trash piece fucker - comes out of Roy's room 307, at his moms house in milwaukee for the weekend.
This was the night of July 5, 2022.
Dude sounds like he comes near saw dude, guessing to cover him incase I come out to bat him to death.Â
Hear him close 308.
Grandma lady mother of back up singer crazy bitch black lady, mean fucker, called hits on me, hostage in roys room with unknown. Waiting to get killed I'm assuming (after gun suicide murder attempt through the floor to me on the couch, from bellow) Woman was dusted by duster or pulse riffle off site on onsite with scope, no question.
Scope snipe to save me from gunfire.
Dawn Douty shoots her downed from pulse riffle duster, with silver handgun, scope on the top. (Seen from security, guessing Government and non-government to my eyes) aiming up at me-through 209's floor, right before she said called someone in the room a FAT TWAT, not a FAT CUNT, guessing it was her 13 year old or 12 year old, because she cued a raid from the police or dawn Doubty to come shoot her.
Dawn Doubty shoots her head off in one shot, sounded muffled i am guessing there was a struggle and that there was blood everywhere.
Assuming that's where she hit her.
Young 1 and half year old or so little girl, mean to me through floor often, sadistic mean, comes out and sees her and screams runs out door.
I heard this through the floor right above sitting on my fuckin' couch.
11:30 PM? 10:30 PM
July 5, 2022
Tuesday i think...
So back to the saw in the hall outside my door, the black girl the size of a safety in tackle football that wpuld fuck me up no question, is heard from the other side of the door, starts sawing with a hack saw.
I realize they are playing a skit, a roleplay to fuck me up, with closet storage to the left of the girl's door 309. Closet storage 13 or 14, pretty sure 14.
Stops sawing, giddy, silly, psycho tone of voice, (why did you do this?)
"I wanted to hit or thumb or kick or (VERB missing) can't remember steven's hit or mob hit or whatever the word was, "enemy?"Â Etc.???
Asks her to go in my room, steven's, gets downed hard.
Hits floor not moving.
Terrifying moment.
Intercom has words of dude with saw is killed for fucking around.
Wasn't supposed to go that close to me with power tools. I'm guessing because both Tony Scott and Hunter S. Thompson solodato'd me in thier savage murder. (Suicide by Magnum .44 and jumping off San Pedro bridge)
Certain things were supposedly prevented or tried to be prevented by their actions of heroic and sad madness. These fucks...
I look out peep hole-Â
See two 5'6" 5'7" medical police workers checking body.
Maybe a slide on door hole, had several of those recently.
15-20-30 minutes later...Â
Saw guy in 303 area apartment, cut with power tools on boards, talks through it.-
"GET IT UP!"
Later heard screaming in severe pain,
Instantly crowd-
To east yells charges the area or where ever to get closer to the building we are all in, blinds shut.
Night of Insanity begins.
Violence, Torture, fire, baseball bats, animals able to speak in english revealed for the first time, all sorts of insane shit.Â
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The Lost Child - Chapter 8 // Teen Wolf x Marvel AU
Summary: Y/N Stark was taken from her family when she was three years old. It's fifteen years later and her family believes she is dead. Then how is she living in Beacon Hills?
Warnings: Language, Mentions of Blood, Mentions of Kidnapping, Mentions of Death, Mentions of Being Attacked, Mentions of Being Experimented On, Mentions of Alcoholism and Unhealthy Coping, Possible Grammar Mistakes (please let me know if there is any more)
Pairings: Derek Hale x Reader, Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes, Bruce Banner x Natasha Romanoff, Vision x Wanda Maximoff, & More To Come
Previous Pairings: Tony Stark x Pepper Potts, Scott McCall x Allison Argent
Words: 2.3k
Note: I am posting new chapters every 2-3 days! I am trying to get on a consistent schedule! I am clearly not doing a good job of that!
Additional Note: While this is a Teen Wolf x Marvel AU, not everything is true to the shows/movies/comics. I had to change things for the story. This also loosely follows Teen Wolf Season 4.
One Last Note: Y/N was adopted by Tony Stark and Pepper Potts. I did this so that more people can see themselves in this story.
***I do not own Teen Wolf or Marvel or any related characters. This is a work of fanfiction and is meant for entertainment only.***
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Y/N, Peter, and Stiles are driving along the road of Beacon Hills. They just left Beacon Hills Animal Clinic and are heading towards Y/N and Derek's apartment so she can clean up. While her bullet wound is now healed, she still has blood all over her leg and clothes.
"So, Peter," Stiles leans forward in the backseat of the black Camaro, "you still haven't answered my question as to why you were in the woods."
"You might as well answer him. He's never going to stop asking," Y/N mumbles from her spot in the driver's seat.
"I was, um, I was out for a, uh, run," Peter answers Stiles, looking at him from the passenger seat.
"Mhm, sure," Stiles looks at him disbelievingly, "How do you two know each other? This doesn't seem like the first time you've met."
"He was a patient of mine the other day," Y/N replies.
"Why were you at the hospital? Don't you have super healing?"
"Me? No..." Peter looks away from Stiles.
"Are you sure? Spidermâ"
"What are you exactly?" Peter interrupts, "If she's a werewolf, what are you?"
"Abominable snowman. It's more of a wintertime thing, you know, seasonal." Stiles replies.
"Seriously!" Peter looks at him with a shocked look.
"Don't listen to him. He's lying to you." Y/N mumbles, turning down the street toward her apartment.
"What are you really then?"
"For a little while, I was possessed by an evil spirit. It was very evil." Stiles answers.
"What are you now?" Peter watches him skeptically.
"Better," Stiles mumbles out, looking at Y/N with a look of disbelief and ridicule.
"He's 100% human," Y/N informs Peter.
"What about the vet who just saved your life? What is he?" Peters asks.
"He's an Emissary. He's like a pack advisor." Y/N pulls into the parking garage of her building.
"What about the other guy? The good-looking one."
"Hey!" Stiles lightly hits Peter's arm, "First my sister, and now my best friend?"
"Why?" Y/N asks, parking the car in Derek's designated spot.
"Why what?" Stiles looks at her with a confused look on his face.
"Why did I have to be dropped off at your door? Why couldn't I have been given to another family?" She's internally cursing whoever made Stiles her brother.
"Like you'd ever want a different brother!" Stiles exclaims.
"Keep telling yourself that," Y/N mumbles, stepping out of the Camaro before moving her seat forward to let Stiles out of the backseat.
She locks the car as they walk to the elevator in silence. The elevator creaks as they step inside it. It jerks awake as it takes them to the top floor.
As they step off the elevator, Peter notices there is only one apartment on the top floor, "Are you the only person on this floor?"
"Yeah, my boyfriend kinda owns the building," Y/N replies, opening the apartment door.
They step into the large apartment to see Lydia sitting alone on the large, gray couch as Derek paces back and forth behind her. His head whips towards the door as Y/N, Peter, and Stiles walk in.
"Where the hell have you been?" Derek exclaims, running over to Y/N after seeing the blood on her, "What happened?"
"I went out for a run to clear my head and hunters decided to shoot at us." Y/N explains, "Why aren't you at work? I thought you didn't get off until later?"
"We left early after some guy came in and grabbed your picture and ran," Lydia informs her.
"What do you mean some guy grabbed her picture and ran?" Stiles asks.
"He came in for an oil change. He saw a picture of Y/N on our board and asked me who she was. I told him her name and he grabbed the picture and drove off."
"You just told him her name? No questions asked?" Stiles looks at her with a confused look on his face.
"What? Was I supposed to question him first before answering him?" Lydia stands up from her spot on the couch.
"Yes!"
"Why did he take my picture? Do you think he's a hunter or something?" Y/N questions.
"No," Lydia states, "If he was a hunter, he would've recognized me or he would've been there for Derek. I mean it's called Hale Garage. I don't know why he took your picture or what was so special about it."
"What did he look like?" Stiles asks her.
"Um, he had brown hair, blue eyes, and he seemed to have like a metal arm or something."
"You're talking about Bucky," Peter speaks up from his position by the door.
Derek's eyes flash red as he growls at Peter and pulls Y/N behind him in a protective manner, "Who the hell are you?"
"I-I'm, uh, I'm Peter." Peter stutters out, backing up against the door, "Please, don't eat me!"
"Calm down Sourwolf!" Stiles exclaims, stepping in front of Peter, "He's with us."
"He was with me when I was attacked in the woods," Y/N grabs Derek's hand as he turns to look at her, "He saved my life."
"Where's his shirt?" Derek asks.
"I used it to stop the wolfsbane from getting to my heart."
"I'm going to let this go for now, but we will be discussing this later."
"Deal." She smiles at him before leaning in for a kiss, ignoring Stilesâ "ew" from behind Derek.
"Why would Bucky take her photo?" Stiles turns to Peter.
Peter shrugs his shoulders, "I don't know. Maybe heâ"
"Guys!" Lydia interrupts Peter, "Something's wrong."
"What's wrong?" Y/N asks, watching Lydia intensely listening to something.
"I don't know," Lydia mumbles, moving closer to the shut-off TV, "I can't understand what they're saying. I think it's a name."
"What name?" Stiles questions.
"I don't know. Their voices sound muffled... Almost as if they're underwater."
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Bucky speedily pulls up to the front door of the lake house. He throws the car in park before hurriedly jumping out, forgetting to turn the car off and grab the keys.
He runs inside the house, yelling for Tony, "Tony! Tony!"
"Buck, what's wrong?" Natasha asks. She's laid out on the couch with a book in her hand as Bruce and Wanda are doing a puzzle on the coffee table next to her.
"Where's Tony? Tony!"
"What?! Why are you yelling?!" Tony exclaims, walking down the stairs towards Bucky with Steve right behind him.
"Look at this." Bucky shoves the photo of the girl holding the bear toward Tony, "Look at what she's holding."
Tony grabs the photo from Bucky, his eyes widening at the sight of the bear he hasn't seen in years, "Where the hell did you get this and why is she holding my daughter's bear?"
At Tony's questions, Steve, Natasha, Bruce, and Wanda rush over to look at the picture themselves. They all gather around Tony, staring at the photo that has him and Bucky so shaken.
"When I went to go get the oil changed, they had a board full of pictures," Bucky starts to explain, "This photo was on there. The girl that was working at the front said it's her friend in the picture."
"She was Peter's nurse when he fell through the deck. She said her name was Y/N..." Steve trails off, staring at the girl in the photo.
"That's impossible." Natasha whispers in shock, "Y/N's dead. She's been dead for years. I found her body!"
"What's going on?" They turn to see Sam and Thor entering from the backyard in their swim trunks. Both are still slightly wet from their time in the lake after lunch.
Tony silently shows them the photo in his hand. They can tell by his hard grip that they won't be taking it from him, just looking at it.
"Impossible," Thor mumbles, trying to get as close to the photo as possible to make sure he isn't seeing things.
"Her name's Y/N," Steve states.
"What does this mean?" Sam looks to Tony.
Tony looks over to Bruce, "Call Fury. Tell him to get his ass here. Now."
Bruce runs off to grab his phone as Tony walks over to sit on the couch with the picture still clutched in his hand.
"This doesn't make any sense," Natasha sits next to Tony and continues to stare at the photo, "Is the girl in the photo our Y/N, or is her name just a coincidence?"
"It has to be a coincidence," Sam states, sitting on the coffee table. He doesn't notice the unfinished puzzle on top of it.
"Then how did she get the bear?" Bucky asks, sitting next to Tony on the side Natasha isn't occupying.
"If that is our Y/N, how did we not know? Why was she never brought back to us?" Steve questions, taking a seat next to Bucky and grabbing his hand for comfort, "Her picture was everywhere. Her information was sent to every police station. Her disappearance was known worldwide."
"And she has no idea who we are." Tony mumbles sadly, "When we brought Peter in, she said she knew who we were because of her brother."
"Brother?" Wanda sits down next to Sam.
"His name is Biles or something."
"She doesn't remember us?" Bucky turns to look at Steve.
"I don't know," Steve mumbles back.
"Fury is on his way," Bruce announces, walking back into the living room, "I told him it's an emergency."
"Peter asked me the other day if I thought she was still alive," Tony states, "Do you think he knows something we don't?"
"I think he knows a lot of things we don't," Sam replies.
"If this is Y/N, our Y/N, then whose body did they identify as her? Did they make a mistake or was it on purpose?" Natasha asks.
"Fury will tell us everything when he gets here." Bruce squeezes Natasha's shoulder for comfort.
"What if he doesn't?" Wanda questions.
"We'll make him," Tony states.
They sit in silence for twenty more minutes until Fury shows up. They watch as the quinjet lands in the backyard and Fury and Maria exit from it, walking towards the house. All eyes are on them as they walk into the house.
"What happened?" Fury asks, scanning the room to see what the emergency is.
"She's alive, isn't she?" Tony asks as small tears run down his face as he looks at Fury with a questioning look.
"What are you talking about?" Maria looks around at the hurt and confused faces in the room.
"Whose body did you really find? Whose body did we bury in the ground?" Tony stands up and stares at Fury and Maria with anger in his eyes.
Fury and Maria give each other a look before silently deciding they are done telling lies. The rest of the Avengers stand up to stand with Tony. Each one trying to mentally prepare themselves for whatever information they are told.
"We don't know whose body is in her grave, but we know it isn't Y/N." Fury states.
"We don't even know if she's still alive," Maria starts, "We've looked but we've never been able to find her."
"Why should we believe you?" Steve asks angrily.
"We know who took her." Fury informs them.
"It was Hydra." Maria states, "They were the ones that took her."
"How do you know that?" Bucky questions.
"The Hydra base where Natasha found the bracelet," Fury points to the bracelet Nat was clutching in her hand, "That's where they held her and that's where they experimented on her for their project."
"Oh my god," Wanda mumbles under her breath, sitting back down on the coffee table.
"We know this because of the files and videos they kept of her. However, she was only there for a year."
"What happened after a year?" Sam asks.
"She was taken by someone." Maria states, "The base was attacked, and she was taken. We have a video of the attack, but we've never been able to identify the people who took her."
"Why did you lie? Why did you say that she was dead?!" Tony exclaims.
"We knew that by telling you she was dead, you would stop looking for her." Fury informs him, "Her disappearance killed you. You were drinking your meals. Steve was unfocused. Bucky was in the training room every day, hurting himself more and more. Wanda was losing control. Natasha was too focused on finding her than her own safety. Thor rarely came back to Earth and Sam started sleeping with every girl he saw so he wouldn't have to even think about Y/N. I needed focused and healthy Avengers. The world needed focused and healthy Avengers!"
"Y/N needed us!" Tony yells, walking over to Fury, "You think I actually care more about the Avengers or Iron Man than my own daughter? I'd give it all up to get back the last fifteen years I've missed from my daughter's life. I'd give it all up to spend the rest of my life making up for the fact she got taken right from under me."
"What was the project named?" Bucky quietly asks.
"What?" Fury questions.
"You said they experimented on her for one of their projects. I was the Winter Soldier project. What was her project named?" Bucky looks directly at Fury.
"Project Shadow Wolf."
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âAbominable snowman. Itâs more of a wintertime thing, you know, seasonal.â - Teen Wolf, Season 2 Episode 10: 24:06
âFor a little while, I was possessed by an evil spirit. It was very evil.â Stiles answers.
âWhat are you now?â Peter watches him skeptically.
âBetter,â Stiles mumbles out, looking at Y/N with a look of disbelief and ridicule. - Teen Wolf, Season 4 Episode 4: 25:28
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Hey! I posted this yesterday but there was a glitch so I was shadowbanned for about half a day. It's fixed now so I hope you like this!
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((Oooooh good one))
Scott sighed and looked around some, making sure the coast was clear. He didnât really want his big brother to hear.
âOkay so,â he said quietly, âif Iâm being really honest here, Iâm jealous about how much smarter Tony is than I am. Iâm working on that and have been, but itâs an old sore spot. Itâs hard to get over.â
âLook, I know it was tough for him to go to college at 15. I get it, but it was hard for me to be the one left behind. The one who couldnât didnât go to college at 15. I was called Stupid Stark by mean kids in school, among other things.â
âNo matter how many advanced classes I took, no matter how many grades ahead I was - which was quite a few - it wasnât enough. Not to a lot of people. Until I proved myself and felt comfortable with myself and my own intellect.â
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Paranoid (one-shot)
Synopsis: Loki wasnât paranoid. I mean, that was before he met the Reader. Ever since then, all day every day he can only think of her, what sheâs doing, where sheâs going and whatâs happening to her. All because sheâs a grade A dumb ass.
Pairing: Loki x fem!Reader
Genre: fluff, maybe toiny bit of angst
Warnings: Reader has one brain cell and even that is not used, swearing, a lil bit of sad thoughts and general idiocy.
Word count: 3430
He was paranoid about her. Always. With every step he took. No exceptions. And it wasnât how you might think. Heâs not paranoid she might find someone better even though he thinks she deserves it. Heâs not paranoid to have his heart broken and smashed into pieces because she carries it on velvet palms wherever she goes. No. Itâs just that Y/N has quite the knack of getting hurt. And sheâs been out on a mission for a month. Without any contact. So it was safe to say Loki was more than worried.
You could say heâs overreacting, but when it comes to his girl, itâs pretty much in the range. In fact, this is the calmest and collected Loki had been during the thirty-two days she was away, all because Y/N was finally coming home, and he could lay his green eyes upon her body to assess the damage.
When they had first met, Loki had had no idea what kind of a tornado heâd let in his life. Even the Black Widow had warned him about the woman before there had been any inclination something more than a friendship could bloom.
âSheâs an absolute dumb-ass without a survival instinct,â Nat had said through a laugh, a beer bottle pressed against her rouged lips. âHonestly, I can only hope you two get put together on a mission just so you could see how big of an idiot she is. Bigger than Scott, and thatâs saying something.â
In the meantime, Y/N was laughing away, head thrown back and eyes closed. âNo,â sheâd pointed at the redhead after nearly choking on her coffee as she pressed a tissue against the liquid that had dribbled down her chin. âI do have a survival instinct. I just donât have a self-preservation instinct.âÂ
âAnd whatâs the difference?â the Asgardian princeâs black eyebrow rose in question.
âWhen shit goes down, I do try to, you know, get out in somewhat of a single piece. Itâs the before it happens that I donât do.â
âYou mean thinking?â
Y/N clapped her hands in excitement. âExactly! I donât do the thinking bit!â
That shouldâve been his warning for what kind of chaos sheâd bring to his life.Â
It started off small with her inability to walk into the adjoined kitchen area without stubbing a toe or bruising the side of her hip against the countertop. Then it evolved into him noticing how Y/N didnât press the button to release her toast when she thought it was in at prime toastiness level, instead, she grabbed a fork and full-on jammed it down there (DONâT DO THAT), not caring whether sheâd get electrocuted or blow out the fuses in the facility. It escalated all the way to her getting trapped in an ex-Hydra base, and her first thought being not to use the window as an escape route, but rather line the sides of the room with explosives and bring the whole floor down while she hid underneath a table. He was genuinely surprised Y/N was still alive.Â
But with the chaos also came serenity. Sheâd sneak into his room with glimmering eyes and a new book in hand, slipping under Lokiâs cold sheets to lay against him and explain why the new piece of literature was âthe actual shitâ and âif he didnât read it right at that moment, sheâd gouge his eyes out cause he didnât deserve them.â
Obviously, they were empty threats, and as Loki rolled the before mentioned green eyes, heâd gently take the book out of her hands while Y/N quickly scurried out of the room to come back five minutes later with two teacups in hand.
Y/N would snuggle up against him and listen to how his voice expertly wove the words into the story, but one time it was different. The day on which the nature of their relationship had flipped upside down, had followed the same routine theyâd been having for around three months since theyâd become friends, but then not even ten minutes later he felt her wet tongue completely press against his bare shoulder. By that point, after everything sheâd done, he didnât even question it, simply turned the page.
âDid you burn your tongue on the tea, darling?â
âNoube,â she muffled out not letting her tongue off of his chilled skin.
âYou know thereâs another way I could cool it down.â
âEah? Ike aht?â
âI could kiss it better.â
Instantly Y/N had peeled herself off from him and stared at the god, the pink muscle hanging out of her mouth like a dogâs on a hot summer day. Loki just stared at the wall.Â
He hadnât meant for those words to escape him; heâd actually always meant to suppress his feelings for the girl until the day the world stopped spinning. In fact, thatâs what heâd been doing ever since sheâd returned from a mission in East India seven months prior, battered and bruised and his heart had lifted to the heavens at the sight of her simply smiling and breathing.
Loki could hear her swallow harshly, and then she whispered, âdonât offer something you wonât go through with.â
His head snapped to look at her because the tone wasnât the teasing lilt heâd gotten used to. This woman sitting half-covered by his black bedsheets was no longer the self-assured, confident and no-shitâs-given person heâd grown to love. This woman was looking at him with fear of rejection and yet unmistakable hope in her eyes.Â
Slowly he closed the book, not even caring to mark the page he was left on and put it on the side of the bed before leaning over and without hesitation cupping Y/Nâs cheeks and pressing their lips together and they sagged against one another at the euphoric feeling.Â
Her hands in his hair felt like paradise as she cradled his head in an attempt to pull him closer, and she gasped when he did slip his tongue in her mouth, eagerly accepting the intrusion. But then she just had to ruin the moment by snorting in his face, though Loki couldnât hide the smile that appeared on his own.
âWhat? Whatâs so funny?â
Y/N scrunched her nose. âYour tongueâs really cold.â
âIt did the trick though, right?â
She looked like she was pondering it for a bit, and in the meantime slid her legs up so they were now wrapped around his waist. âDunno. Might need another treatment. You know, so weâre sure itâs cured.â
He didnât argue for even a second because Loki couldnât believe his life at that moment. It was filled with giggles, and short breaths as they stole kisses from one another as much as possible, and soft caresses that sometimes turned into biting fingers that dug in the otherâs sides whenever a teasing remark slipped past their swollen lips.
His heart flipped in his chest when Y/N threw her head back in a cackle, exposing her neck to him where he laid loving kisses.Â
Heâd never been more scared of a feeling.
He was terrified of how easily sheâd gotten ahold of his heart.
But fuck him, if Loki didnât love it and wouldnât dive headfirst into it again.
Though now, when sheâd finally returned home after the mission, he was kind of regretting it as Y/N was being wheeled off the Quin-jet on a gurney, one of the hands that had so tenderly braided his hair just a month ago now limp over the side of the stretcher as the other covered a hole in her side that was oozing blood.
White-hot fury blazed through his veins, as he saw the Captain step down the track and onto the landing pad, though fortunately for the blond super-soldier, the god didnât get to him as he decided to follow Bruce and Tony who were taking Y/N to the med bay. But even knowing the love of his life was being treated by the best of the best, didnât pacify him especially when they refused him entry into her room.Â
âLoki, Loki, calm down,â Nat, whoâd been on the mission with Y/N and Steve, pushed against his chest to keep the god away from busting through the door. âThey wonât let anyone in until sheâs been stitched up, but itâs nothing big⌠I mean on her scale. She just decided to be dramatic and passed out on her way back.â
He wanted to fight, he wanted to make each person that stood between them crumble underneath him, but he knew it wouldnât do him or Y/N any good. Loki huffed, letting his shoulders drop and then pressing his thumb and forefinger against the bridge of his nose. âHow bad?â
âUmm, Marrakesh level, so, nothing too lethal.â
âBy Valhalla,â Loki dragged a hand across his face. âThat woman will kill me one day. Not directly, no, but Iâll have a heart attack just because of her recklessness.â
Nat snorted and crossed her arms. âI did warn you.â
âNot enough.â
âHey, donât blame me! You were the one that fell in love with her.â
That Loki didnât have a comeback for, so instead, he just huffed and plopped down into one of the chairs that lined the wall outside of the med bay.
âOur lives would be quite dull without her though,â Nat said, joining the god on the chairs and releasing a restrained groan, as she shuffled into the seat. She most likely had a dislocated hip but had practically bitten Steveâs head off when he told her to go and get checked. She, just as much as Y/Nâs boyfriend, needed to know their firecracker was alright.
âYeah,â Loki sighed. âIf only she had one more brain cell in that head of hers, maybe we could live in somewhat of a peace.â
Not even two minutes later, Tony threw open the doors and allowed them to enter, but by that point, everyone had heard the arrival of their teammates, and they wanted to check on them. For example, Thor wanted to see if Loki had murdered anyone yet, but as it turned out, he didnât need to worry about that. Instead, he needed to worry about his brotherâs girlfriend.
âLoki!â Y/N squealed seeing the raven-haired god come into her hospital room. âThatâs ma man!â she said to Bruce, who only rolled his eyes already used to the way the woman was while coming out of it. âItâs ma Loki Loki, bo-boki, Banana-fana fo-foki, Fee-fi-mo-moki, Loki!â
She dramatically pointed at the other god standing beside him.
âOh, and thatâs his brother Thor, Thor, bo-bhor, Banana-fana fo-fohr, Fee-fi-mo-mohr, Thor!â Her hands slapped against her cheeks as she squeezed them and wiggled them up and down making her words shake. âMy-y-y-y-y fa-a-a-a-a-a-ce fee-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-ls li-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-ke cotto-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-n.â
âThatâs 'cause youâre high,â Tony said.
Y/N was instantly on it. It was like she was on crack and on steroids and a sugar rush while at the same time doing a hundred miles an hour. âHello, High. Iâm dad.â
Tony looked at the ceiling in despair. âThatâs not how that even works.â
âWhyâs she like that?â Loki asked sitting down next to Y/N on the bed, who suddenly busied herself with the reflections of the sun the golden cufflinks of his shirt sleeves threw. Especially as his face went to caress her cheek, but she grabbed his wrist in a white-knuckling grip and moved it in certain angles to create reflections on the walls.Â
     The billionaire sighed. âWe gave her a sedative cause when we started to stitch her up, she woke up and almost kicked Bruce in the nuts, but after a little breakdown of the situation by Steve, it turns out there was some gas involved in the mission, and I guess the combination of the two chemicals have flung her in the stratosphere.â
     That wasnât a good word, as it turned out it was almost like Buckyâs trigger words, given how Y/N immediately screeched out, âWalking on air, living in the Stratospheeeeeeeeeeeeere!â.
     âWow,â Nat sighed. âMutemath would hate her.â
     Y/N stuck her tongue out at the redhead. âYouâre mute math, how âbout that? No one likes to be name called, you bully.â
     âYeah, okay,â the redhead chuckled as she patted Y/Nâs foot. âYouâll survive. Iâm gonna have a nap.â And with that she left limping on her way, Steve following so he could scold her into getting her hip put into place by a professional, not by him or Clint.Â
     One by one the rest of the team did as well, knowing that they could rest with easy hearts as Y/N was safe, stitched up and sound. Well, as sound as being completely drugged up could be.
Tony checked her vitals one more time before turning to Loki, whoâd refused to leave her on her own, one, because he loved her and wanted to know she was alright, two, because he didnât trust normal Y/N to not do stupid things, let alone this version.Â
âSpeaking of naps,â Tony said, âif she doesnât pass out in the next ten minutes please do your mumbo jumbo and make her. She needs rest. Iâve put in some pain meds with a sleepy side effect, so hopefully, sheâll be out like a light in no time.â
Loki sighed, as he felt Y/N rub her cheek against the silken material of his shirt. âOf course.â
With that, the billionaire left, muttering something about how her generation would be the last generation if they didnât stop being so stupid. Not that Loki would disagree, his girlfriend being a prime example of that.
Y/N hummed Lokiâs name quietly, which made him look down at the love-sick puppy dog eyes she was giving him. A gentle smile appeared on his face.
âYeah, darling?â
âMhm,â she hummed, snuggling against his side. âI love you.â
âI love you too,â he muttered, kissing the top of her head. âDo you wanna lay down?â
She scoffed looking up at him and tried to shove him off the bed, confusion riddling his face until Y/N said, âI have a boyfriend who I love very much. Iâll cut you before I sleep with you.â
âYeah.â Loki groaned standing up. âAlright.â Green seidr appeared to weave around his arms, and with a flick of his fingers, her eyes started to drop closed as she slid down the sheets and snuggled up in the place where Loki had been sitting.
He dragged a hand down his face and huffed, plopping his body in the armchair which was in the room deciding to sleep for a bit until Y/N woke up. Although he was a god and didnât need as much rest as mortal people did, heâd sure as Hel need all the energy he could gather because once his girlfriend was awake itâd be chaos all over.Â
Loki didnât get much rest though when a light touch on his shoulder disturbed him from his sleep.
Slowly his eyes fluttered open, mouth stretching in a smile as Y/Nâs face looked down on him with a happy expression.Â
     âHey there, sleepyhead.â
     âHello, dove,â he muttered, kissing the inside of her palm. âYou up?â
     She nodded, whispering, âYeah. But do you think you could help me with all these wires? I wanna go to our room.â
     Her words were what hit him, making Loki jump up, realising Y/N was out of the bed when she was supposed to be resting.
     Gingerly, despite all the protests from her mouth, he took her under the legs and put her back in the hospital bed.Â
     âBut â â
     âI will tie you down here if you try to step out again.â His voice was deep and filled with a threat he fully intended to fulfil, but Y/N in her Y/N fashion just wiggled her eyebrows and Loki handed a carton of juice and stabbed the top with a straw.
     âKinky. I like it. But letâs leave it for our own private time.â
     Pinching the bridge of his nose had become a motion Loki was now all too familiar with. Not even after all the time, heâd put up Thorâs bullshit had he had to do that. He was quite certain his fingers had left indents on his skin.Â
âWhat happened on the mission?â he asked, placing a pudding cup and a spoon on the nightstand.
âDude came out of nowhere,â Y/N said sipping on her apple juice. âLike he just appeared behind me and stabbed me in the side. Talk about rude, right.â
âYou need to be more careful.â
Y/N raised her eyebrow. âI am careful. âS not like I go out to get stabbed on purpose.â
But Lokiâs tone had lost all lightness, as she exasperated. âNo, I need you to be more careful.â
âI am. I ââ but she didnât get a chance to finish as Loki racked a frustrated hand through his hair, snapping at her. âNo, youâre the most reckless person Iâve ever met and you think getting stabbed and inhaling chemicals is not a big deal, but it is, and I canât do this anymore⌠I canât lose you.â
And although it was said with anger and frustration, Y/N could see the underlying pain and fear. His family had all but abandoned him, and weâre not talking about his biological one. All he had left was Thor, and Loki would never admit it out loud, he dreaded the day his brother would disappear from his life.
âLoki.â She took one of his hands and pressed a kiss to his cold knuckles. âYou could never lose me.â
A bitter chuckle settled between them as he looked up at her. âBut I could. Youâre so carefree and fluttery while doing things that could kill you, it scares me half to death.â
âI know,â she whispered. âBut I have to.â
Lokiâs eyebrows furrowed. âWhy?â
âBecause if I donât all the darkness will just settle on me, and Iâll never be able to get out of it.â
Loki squeezed her hand in encouragement, and after taking a deep breath Y/N elaborated. âI try to ease myself with the thought that Iâm saving people, and helping humanity, but at the end of the day, Iâm still taking lives. Itâs not like they, you know, the bad guysâ think theyâre the bad guys. Theyâre not doing it because they think theyâre evil. Theyâre fighting for what they think is right. That doesnât mean it is, but weâre all villains in someone elseâs stories, and if I start thinking of it, I donât know if Iâll ever stop.â A shuddery exhale left her lips, and this time it was Loki taking a hold of her hand. âI need to let myself be a bit crazy. Because if I donât, I donât know how Iâll go on. I promise I donât do it because of some wish to get killed in the process. Itâs just that⌠it makes it easier to look at the world, to not think for a moment about the bad.â
âCan you just promise me something?â Lokiâs tone was soft as a featherâs touch as he sighed, understanding where she was coming from. More than once his own dark thoughts tended to overcome him, but in his world, it was Y/N who brought in the light to dissipate them. He hadnât gotten to the point where he could do it himself, so he supposed he had to at least be happy sheâd found a way to fight them off herself, even if it made him fear for her.
Y/N nodded. âAnything.â
âJust â just try to think before you do anything.â
That set both of them off into a fit of giggles as she raised their clasped hands and pressed a kiss to his cold one. âI can try.â
âPromise.â
âI promise to try. Though, Iâd say donât get disillusioned. Iâm still the same crazy person you met before.â
A soft smile graced Lokiâs, face and he brought Y/Nâs hand to his lips where he pressed a kiss to her warm skin. âWouldnât want it any other way. Though, as much as I doubt, youâll heed my request, you could do one thing for me?â
âAnd whatâs that?â
 âStop jamming forks in the toaster.â
âAbsolutely not!â she scoffed. âHow else am I supposed to get the bread out?â
âYou wait for it to be done!â
âIt takes too fucking long!â
Although Loki would fight tooth and nail to somehow keep Y/N safe and would use everything in his arsenal to make sure she took care of herself, heâd never change her even if it made him paranoid.
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A/N: I hope everyoneâs staying home and is alright during these crazy times.
Iâm back writing for ma boy Loki (I had a dream about that Loki - Tom Hiddles look-alike that is on TikTok that we were cuddling, so Iâm on a Loki and Tom lovinâ wave)
P.S. my tags are always open :)
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SEE YOU IN A MINUTE (PART TWO) Natasha Romanoff x fem reader
Summary: Instead of Natasha and Clint going to Vormir, itâs Natasha and her girlfriend Y/N Parker, the older sister of Peter Parker. What will happen on the journey to get the stone?
Warnings: Swearing, mentions of blood, angst?.., fluff, mentions of death, injuryâŚ? (Kind ofâŚy/nâs leg gets crushed by a rock but yeahâŚ.) *I think thatâs itâŚif thereâs anything else feel free to tell me*
A/N: Part two!! Get ready for the sadness!! By sadness I mean Y/Nâs whole life and Peter and Y/N will reunite!! Y/N says some things in RussianâŚ.because why not. I feel itâs cool because itâs like Natasha taught her it. Which is adorable 𼺠I also used google translate, so if the wording is offâŚIâm sorry. Anyways, enjoyâŚ.đ
ПОК Đ´ĐžŃОгОК ĐąŃĐ°Ń (my dear brother)
Đ´ĐžŃОгОК (darling)
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The Avengers were now outside of the headquarters, at the lakeside. They all sat at the dock mourning their fellow teammate Natasha Romanoff. Everyone felt sadness but Y/N was the only who truly felt pure pain. She saw Nat die right in her eyes and she couldnât do anything about it.
âDo we know if she had family?â Tony asked making Y/N look up finally.
âYeah. Us.â Steve replied as Y/N got up and sat next to Clint, who put his arm around her shoulder.
âWhat?â Thor asked confused. Tony turned to him.
âI just asked him a question-â
âYeah, you're acting like she's dead. Why are we acting like she's dead? We have the stones, right? As long as we have the stones, Cap, we can bring her back, isn't that right?â Thor ranted. âSo stop this shit. Weâre the Avengers, get it together.â
âWe canât get her back.â Y/N sniffed.
âWha-what?â
âIt canât be undone. It canât. Sheâs gone.â Y/N said.
Thor laughed. âI'm sorry. No offense, but you're a very earthly being. Okay? We're talking about space magic. And "can't" seems very definitive don't you think?â
âYeah, look. I know Iâm overreacting way too much here. But she isnât here, is she?â Y/N questioned him.
âNo, thatâs my point-â
âIt can'tâ be undone. Or at least thatâs what the red skull faced floating bastard said.â Y/N exclaimed. She then started raising her voice. âMaybe you wanna go talk to him, okay? GO GRAB YOUR HAMMER, AND YOU GO FLY OVER THERE AND YOU FUCKING TALK TO HIM!â
Y/Nâs anger stopped when Clint put a hand on her shoulder and her anger changed back to grief. âIt was supposed to be me. She sacrificed her life for that stupid stone. She bet her life on it.â
Bruce then grabbed a bench and hurled it across the lake in a burst of anger. He turned to the others with a resigned look on his face.
âSheâs not coming back. We have to make it worth it. We have to.â Bruce said.
âWe will.â Steve replied.
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Tony, Bruce, and Rocket had just finished putting the stones on the new gauntlet. Everyone gathered around as they tried to figure out whoâs gonna snap their fingers.
âAll right. The glove's ready. Question is, who's gonna snap their freaking fingers?â Rocket questioned.
âIâll do it.â Thor said.
âExcuse me?â Scott questioned.
âItâs okay.â Those words hurt Y/N. It was the last words Nat said to her.
Thor was about to go up to the gauntlet, when everyone stopped him. âNo, no, no, whoa. Stop. Stop. Wait a sec. Hey, heyââ
âWait, wait, Thor, just wait. We haven't decided who's gonna put that on yet.â Steve said.
âI'm sorry. What, we're just sitting around waiting for the right opportunity?â Thor questioned.
âWe should at least discuss it.â Scott replied making Y/N nodded.
âI agree with the ant.â She said.
âNo, no, sitting here staring at that thing is not gonna bring everybody back. I'm the strongest Avenger, okay? So this responsibility falls upon me. It's my duty.â Thor explained.
âItâs not about that-â Tony tried.
Thor hushed everyone. âIt's not thatâ Stop it! Just let me!â He started to tear up. âJust let me do it. Just let me do something good. Something right.â
âLookâ It's not just the fact that that glove is channeling enough energy to light up a continent, I'm telling you, you're in no condition.â Tony told him before Thor grabbed onto his arm.
âWhat do youâ What do you think is coursing through my veins right now?â
âCheez-whiz?â Rhodey questioned.
Thor slightly glared at him before saying, âLightning.â
âYeah.â
âLightning wonât help you, pal. Itâs gotta be me.â Bruce spoke up.
Thor let go of Tony. âYou saw what those stones did to Thanos. It almost killed him. None of you could survive.â Bruce said.
âHow do we know you will?â Steve questioned.
âWe don't. But the radiation's mostly gamma.â Bruce looked at the gauntlet. âIt's like...I was made for this.â
As everyone decided that it should be Bruce to do it, Nebula snuck off to the Quantum portal to activate it because, she was actually Nebula from 2014.
âGood to go, yeah?â Tony asked Bruce as he picked up the gauntlet.
âLetâs do it.â
âYou rememberâ everyone Thanos snapped away five years ago and just bringing them back to now, today. Don't change anything from the last five years.â Tony explained.
âGot it.â
Everyone got ready as they suited up and shielded themselves.
âF.R.I.D.A.Y., do me a favor and activate Barn Door Protocol. Will you?â Tony ordered the AI.
âYes boss.â
The Avengers facility then went on lockdown. âEverybody comes home.â
Bruce put on the gauntlet, which nanobotically expanded to fit his hand, and the power surged overwhelmed him. He grunted in pain.
âTake it off! Take it off!â Thor shouted.
âNo, wait. Bruce, are you okay?â Steve asked.
âTalk to me, Banner.â Tony said as everyone waited for Bruce to say he was okay.
âIâm okay. Iâm okay.â Bruce nodded. Thor gave him a double thumbs up. Bruce screamed, fighting through the intense pain coursing through his body courtesy of the gauntlet, and managed to snap his fingers. He fainted and the gauntlet slid off his arm. Clint then kicked it away as they all checked on Bruce.
âBruce!â
âDonât move him.â
Bruce held onto Steveâs arm, âDid it work?â
âWorth a shot. Itâs over. Itâs okay.â
Scott walked towards the outside windows and sees plants and birds everywhere. Clint then heard his phone ringing and Y/N heard hers. Clint saw it was his wife calling before answering and being filled with joy when he heard her voice.
Y/N walked up to her phone which was sitting on a table. She looked down at it to see her Aunt May calling. Y/N almost went in tears before picking up to phone.
âHello?â
âY/N is that you?â
ââŚ..May.â Y/N smiled.
âGuys I think it worked!â Scott called.
Bruce opened his eyes and saw the Sanctuary II up in the sky and a single middle hearing towards the base, which blew Scott away. Y/N finished talking to May, when suddenly missiles destroyed the base completely and everyone sinked below to the underground.
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Clint and Y/N found themselves in the sewer system and tried to get up. Clint flashed a light upward to see what happened.
âCap?â
âClint!â Y/N called as she tried to get a rock off her leg. âHelp!â Clint ran over to her and helped her get the rock off her leg before helping her up.
Clint saw the gauntlet was with him but he had feeling him and Y/N werenât alone down there. He shot an arrow with light towards the dark tunnel and found hordes of Outriders.
âDamn.â He muttered under his breath.
Y/N turned to what he was looking at before cursing under her breath, âShit.â
Clint quickly took Y/Nâs hand and pulled her along with him.
Clint took the gauntlet as him and Y/N ran towards the other direction while the Outriders chased after them.
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Clint and Y/N were still running with the gauntlet. Clint blew the place and escaped before the Outriders could overwhelm him. He then spotted Nebula.
âOh hey, I know you.â He said as he gave her the gauntlet. Nebula then puts her hand on an earpiece.
âFather.â She said making Clint and Y/N gasp as they realized she was Nebula from 2014 and not from now. âI have the stones.â
âWhat?!â
Clint tried to get up but Nebula (2014) stepped her foot down on him and pointed her gun at him.
âDonât touch him!â Y/Nâs voice cracked before Nebula pointed towards her.
âStop!â A voice was heard. Y/N turned around to see it was Gamora from 2014.
âYouâre betraying us?â Nebula questioned.
Suddenly, future Nebula joined Gamora (2014) with her hands up. Nebula (2014) pointed her gun at her future self.
âYou donât have to do this.â Future Nebula said to her past self.
âI am this.â Nebula (2014) said.
âNo, youâre not.â Gamora (2014) replied.
âYouâve seen what we become.â
âNebula, listen to her.â
âYou can change.â
âHe wonât let me.â
Nebula (2014) pointed her gun at Gamora (2014).
âNO!â Gamora yelled before present Nebula shot her past self, and she died. Clint picked up the infinity gauntlet before helping Y/N back up.
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Thanos from 2014 and Steve had started fighting. Steve had went down and got up again to face Thanos by himself when suddenly, a crackling comes in on his communicator.
âHey, Cap, you read me?â Samâs voice was heard.
A yellow portal began to form behind him. âOn your left.â Steve looked behind him to see a portal on his left side. Three figures then stepped through to reveal, TâChalla, Okoye and Shuri, restored and ready to fight.
Steve and the revived Wakandans shared a look when Sam zoomed in from above in his Falcon armor. As he did, a dozen more portals opened up all around the battlefield. Through one of them, Doctor Strange descended in. He was joined by Drax, Mantis, Star Lord, and Spider-Man. Everyone watched in confusion and awe as more and more heroes arrived from all corners of the universe. Black Panther and his Wakandan army, Valkyrie, and the Asgardians also joined. Then Wong, the Masters of the mystic arts, and several Ravagers ships came out. Amongst the throngs of heroes, Bucky, Groot, the Scarlet Witch, the Wasp, and Pepper Potts are all seen as well. All of the heroes in the world have been magically transported to the battlefield to face Thanosâ hordes.
âIs that everyone?â Doctor Strange asked.
âWhat, you wanted more?â Wong questioned. Suddenly, Ant-Man emerged from the rubble of Avengers facility as a giant. Bruce, Rhodey, and Rocket joined him.
The Avengers, Guardians, Wakandans, Asgardians, and Ravagers take their battle positions. The heroes stood face to face with Thanos and his army.
âAVENGERSâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚ.â Steve summoned Mjolnir. ââŚâŚAssemble.â
Thor made a battle cry, as did Black Panther and the heroes charged. Thanos raised his sword towards them, commanding his army to charge as well. Then both sides collided.
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Clint and Y/N got to the battle and Clint was running with the gauntlet. Y/N started fighting some of Thanosâ army. When, suddenly she caught a glimpse of someone. She was able to get the things down when she looked over and saw her little brother, Peter.
She smiled in joy before an Outrider went in front of her. She quickly shot her webs and pulled it to her before, throwing the thing to another Outrider. It made them both fall down.
She quickly ran over to him and Peter saw her running towards him. A smile grew on his face before he felt Y/N wrap her arms around him. Peter then slowly wrapped his arms around her too.
âPeter, I missed you so much.â Y/N felt a tear roll down her cheek.
âYeahâŚ.Iâm happy to see you too.â Peter replied before Y/N released the hug. Peter noticed Y/N limping a bit. âAre you okay?â
âOh yeah, Iâm fine. A rock just fell on me.â Y/N replied making Peter grow a bit worried. âHey, donât worry about me. Iâm fine. Iâm just glad youâre okay, ПОК Đ´ĐžŃОгОК ĐąŃĐ°Ń.â
Peter smiled at the name. Natasha had taught her Russian, and after learning that name, she always called Peter it.
Speaking of Natasha, Peter noticed she wasnât there in battleâŚ.was she okay? He would ask Y/N that when he had the chance.
Y/N and Peter then saw that the Avengers needing help with the gauntlet. Y/N turned to her brother and smirked.
âYou ready to kick some alien ass?â She asked.
Peter looked over before back at his sister, âLetâs kick some fucking ass.â
Y/Nâs smiled faded before she said, âYouâre too young to say that word Đ´ĐžŃОгОК.â Peter laughed slightly before Y/N held her hand out. Peter took it and they both swung on their webs towards the other Avengers. It was time to avenge the world andâŚ.it was time to avenge Natasha as well.
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Hey guys!! Part 2 is here!! Iâm absolutely obsessed with the fact that Y/N speaks Russian because of Natasha. I think itâs adorable!! Also sorry this is a little late, Iâve been busy with school so I havenât had time to write.
Anyways, hope you enjoyed this chapter and part 3 is coming real soon!! Also if there was spelling mistakes, Iâm sorry, I wrote this on my phoneâŚsoâŚ
Have a good day!!
-Maryđ
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Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader, Avengers x Reader
Featuring: GoTG, Peggy Carter
Warnings: Angst, sad I suppose
Summary: 2 years after her death, your struggling even more. And itâs killing the team to keep their secret. (I changed Endgame because I can. Come at me. I might make it into chapters.)
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âIt canât be undoneâ she said
*2 years ago*
You had gone through years with her. Years with the Avengers and the Guardians of the Galaxy. You had gone through love with her. You had gone through the 5 years with her. You had gone to Vormir with her. Yet you had won the final fight without her.
When you all came back from the time travel success you had to try and keep yourself from collapsing. You saw the others standing with smiles on their faces but all you saw was her. Her lips and eyes pleading you to let her go. Her body descending forever. And her sprawled out onto the floor, a pool of blood surrounding her head confirming Natasha Romanoff no longer wondered the earth.
âAre you telling me this actually worked?â Rhodey questioned, followed by Thorâs wheezy laugh. Their faces became confused when they heard a long bang. You have dropped down onto your knees, stone in hand and body wet from wherever you had been teleported to after she had sacrificed herself.
âY/n whereâs Nat?â The big green guy said. Your eyes were stuck in front of you. A sorrowful look on your face. You couldnât even move. You couldnât speak. You couldâve all been there for hours or seconds. But Steve lifted you up by your arms and tried to read your expression. With the help of Nebula you were taken to your bedroom you shared with Natasha. The both of them tried to gently take you to the bed but instead you walked shakily to the bathroom and shut the door. Of course Steve was upset. He had a lost a part of his family. He had shed tears while he walked with you. He could only imagine what the scene mustâve been for yourself. The unspoken news of his friends death was indescribable, but having to be there in an unimaginable situation wouldâve been even harder. And he understood that. Nebula grieved, she barely knew the woman. But she grieved. She saw the distraught and pain on your face and in your eyes. She placed her hand on Steveâs shoulder and took him out of your room.
In the bathroom you had caged yourself into. You had your hand gripped to the sink. Your eyes trained to the sink bowl. Your eyes drifted to the left for you where her makeup and hairbrush had been layed out this morning. You took a step back, nervously clasping your hands together. You tried to calm down before someone got hurt. You looked down at your hands and you were maintaining some level of sanity before you remembered that your hand had let her go. If anyone would walk past your bedroom door, they were bound to hear glass smashing and screams and words of anguish.
You didnât speak to anyone. You completely shut yourself down. The only reason you spoke to someone was to communicate over the earpiece when you were fighting. There was a short debate over the coms as to who was going to steal the stones from Thanos. You nearly went into a fit of rage and upset before Carol ordered you to look into her eyes. Your excuse to use the stones was so you could be with her again. When Tony clicked his fingers the enemy became dust, and the world became a little more louder and a bit more lighter. The battlefield was filled with new and old faces. Tonyâs snap had been so powerful he was able to bring back the people that mattered the most to those around him. Steve had Peggy in his tired arms. Clint had Laura and his children. Wanda had Vision. Quill had Gamora. Thor had his mother and brother back. Tony had Pepper. He was unharmed and Bruceâs arm had healed. Everyone had someone. You had someone. You had your whole family. But your special someone was Natasha. You had never felt so lost. Natasha would be holding you, you holding her. She would tuck your head into her shoulder while letting your arms envelope around her. But all you got were sad looks.
Some of the ânewbiesâ had questioned their closest. After a lot of loud whispering, there was silence. The battlefield was silent in memory of Natasha. The only noises were the hundreds of sniffles and sobs of those who had the news broken to them. The dying fires crackling. The next minute footsteps were approaching you. You had internally begged for it to be Natasha. But you looked up to see a short boy. His suit red and blue with a spider on it. His brown curly hair was tinted with grey. His teary eyes gave you the saddest smile before and steadily put his arms around your shoulders. You accepted the young boys embrace. You were thankful for it.
The news were around the place as quick as they couldâve been. Pictures were taken. Statements were took. The public had tried to surround the heroes but were pushed away by the helping police. It has been released to the enormous crowd that one of the most heroic heroes had died. The crowds became distraught. They sounded like how you felt inside. They tried to surround you and shout out their condolences but you kept walking. Where to? Who knows.
*2 years later/present time*
You spoke to no one. You spoke out in bursts of anger. Anger if someone tried to tell you to come away from your desk and to stop working and trying to find a way. Peggy, Steveâs wife, had became close to you. She understood how it felt to lose a loved one. She understood she wasnât Natasha. She understood why you were working yourself so hard. She would never judge you, if you looked all disheveled or smelt from not taking a shower. She encouraged you to do your best, but she never pushed you. 2 years ago, you found a solution to stop Thanos. 2 years ago you lost her. 2 years ago Steve returned the stones. You havenât been able to go through any videos or voice messages of her. Just a photo that you have framed. There were and still are memorials for her, but you would never attend any.
You had only cried to yourself. But right now you were on the edge of having a definite breakdown. Tony and the whole team of Avengers, Wakanda, GotG and Carol had wanted to check in as you had been back to Vormir. Which you greatly regret. Scott had made an extra time travel refill for you. All you were told by red skull was a âsoul for a soulâ. You argued with a ghost. You lashed out a ghost. You didnât dare look to the edge. Knowing you would either throw yourself of or cry so much you wouldnât be able to move.
They all met you at the Compound. At the platform that sat on top on the lake.
Steve and Peggy. Tony and Pepper. Rhodes. Bucky and Sam. Clint and Laura. Thor and Loki. Bruce. The Guardians were there. Rocket was by your side. Peter was there with Happy. Carol was at the edge of the platform. Wanda and Vision. And the rest were all there. You had your back turned to them. You were silent trying to understand why they all had such guilty faces, except Thor. They all had a secret. One they had agreed to not tell you, for fear it may completely break you. But they decided enough was enough. They had to tell you.
âLook we need to get her back to stop this shit with the Avengers get it together.â Thor spat at Steve, as he still saw him as the Captain.
âCanât get her back.â You spoke up, causing everyoneâs attention on the two of you.
âWh..wha..what are you..?â Thor mumbled out.
âIt canât be undone. It canât.â You said quietly looking at him from over your shoulder.
He laughed at your words before saying, âLook.. I, Iâm sorry but your a very earthly being okay, weâre talking about space magic and canât seems very definitive. Donât you think?â
âYeah look I know that Iâm way outside my.. my paid rate here. But she still isnât here is she?â You said. Tony took of his sunglasses, getting upset.
âYeah well thatâs my point.â Thor said in a hushed manner.
âIt canât.. be undone.â Your voice cracking, your tears had crawled their way down your face now. âOr thatâs at least what the red floating guy had to say. Maybe you wanna go talk to him. Ok, go grab your hammer and you go find him you talk to him!â You yelled at him. He looked down to the floor. You shouldnât be angry with him. He missed Natasha. But you couldnât help it.
âIt was supposed to be me.â You admitted with a breaking voice. Bucky let a tear fall freely from his eye. âShe sacrificed her life for that goddamn stone, she bet her life on it.â You started to breakdown in the middle of everyone. Angry at how she couldâve died for nothing. How it wasnât supposed to be like this. Even Wanda began to breakdown. She felt your pain from far away. Your longing. And your grieving. Rockets fur was wet as he was upset just like everyone else.
He couldnât take it anymore. The lies. Not the acting. But the lies. Clint stood up and said, âY/n weâve been lying to you. Natasha is here. Sheâs perfectly fine. Sheâs alive. You just canât see her.â No one else bothered to look up as he said what was needed to be said. You slowly turned around to him. âWhat?â Was all you could choke out. Steve stood up and walked towards you before keeping a distance. âWhen I returned the stone. He told me that we could all get her back, after all it was a soul for a soul. But the one who travelled there has been cursed. You canât see or hear her and I donât know if you ever will. But sheâs alive.â
You took time to observe his words.
She was standing in front of you. Her arms crossed but her eyes were stuck on your face that was wet from the tears you had cried. Your eyes brows moving in a sorrowful way. She wasnât crying for herself no. She cried for you. For your pain. She had never seen you so upset. And because she had been with you ever since she got back, sheâs had to watch you cry almost every day.
Natasha wishes you could see her. She has been next to you this whole time. She was gone a few hours and then she was back. She couldnât find you and instead ran into Sam who held her tightly. Instead she sped off to Tonyâs cabin where she found Bucky and Steve, who explained everything.
She wishes you could hear how proud she is of you. She wishes you didnât have to see you break yourself and live in your mental anguish. It hurt her. Every night you fell asleep at your desk, she would drape a blanket over you, and almost cry at your confused state in the morning of who had been to your office and covered you.
She wishes you hadnât been traumatised by her silly yet heroic actions. She wishes she could tell you how much she loves you and how she wants to be held by you and she wants you to be able to hear her words, âI love you.â The others heard it. But they didnât dare tell you.
She was determined to get her words to you. If not by speaking to you then by page. Determined to prove that she was with you all of this time. She wants to tell you how much she loves you.
She wishes there was a way.
If you would like a part 2, let me know.
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Mosaic Broken Hearts
Summary: More secrets spill out the more your relationship with Bucky grows
Word Count: 4.4k
And away, and away we go!
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Bright flashes of light, explosions, blood spattered everywhere, pain, indescribable pain. You screamed for it to stop.
âHey,â a voice was calling out, a hand nudging at you. âHey! Y/N! Câmon!â
You screamed louder as your eyes snapped open, scrambling to get out of bed, and promptly face planting on the floor in the process. âYou have exactly five seconds to explain who the hell you are, and what the fuck youâre doing in my room before I kill you. One!â You made your voice as threatening impossible, as you pushed yourself up into a sitting position. Where the fuck was a prosthetic when you needed it? Could you kill this guy from the floor? Well⌠Itâd be messy, but you sure as hell would try.
With your mind racing, it took a minute to register that your intruder was laughing. Why the fuck were they laughing?
âTwo!â
âItâs me! Itâs Bucky. You had a nightmare.â
Different flashes went through your head. Screaming in the lab for a knife. Bucky offering to carry you to your room. You asking him to stay. âOhâŚâ
âCâmon,â he said softly as he appeared in front of you. One of his arms went around your back, the other hooking under your left knee as he picked you up and set you back in bed. âDo you wanna talk about it, or just leave it?â
âI- Gimme a minute,â you told him, taking a series of long, slow deep breaths as the adrenaline pounding through your veins slowed. âFuck⌠Youâre just seeing every ounce of vulnerability I have, arenât you?â
âCould have just as easily been me having the nightmare.â
âOnly you wouldnât have face-planted out of bed in the process. Or at least you would have been able to get up by yourself if you had,â you replied bitterly.
âCan you not play that tough guy role who has it all together all the time?â
âI dunno, letâs ask my pride.â
âIâm not going to judge you, if thatâs what youâre worried about. Or think less of you, or whatever else your head is telling you Iâm gonna do. You canât scare me off, Y/N. The only thing youâre fighting here is your own pride.â
âYes, Iâm well aw-â you started, then sighed. âThank you. Iâm, uh⌠not used to this. So Iâm probably gonna be bad at it for a while. But thank you. For staying and stuff. Now⌠if you wanna go ahead and be the vulnerable one for a bit, that would be fantastic.â
Bucky chuckled, his arm snaking across your shoulders to hold you loosely at his side. âIâm sure itâll happen eventually. Iâm pretty broken myself. And rumor has it you have a soft spot for broken things.â
âAw, he pays attention, how sweet,â you teased, squishing his cheeks in your hand.
He chuckled again, and you admired the throaty sound of it. âSo, the nightmare?â
You let out a sigh. âItâs always the same one. Two car accidents. Two explosions. Lots of blood. Lots of screaming. Which is ridiculous to me because one of the car accidents I wasnât even there for. It was my parents, and I was just told about it. But I still dream about it like I was there.â
Bucky stiffened, and you assumed it was in sympathy to having nightmares about memories that werenât your own. âAnd then the other accident is yours and Tonyâs?â
You nodded. âYep. My family should just stay away from cars. We donât exactly have the best track record with them.â
âHow old were you when it happened?â
âWhen what happened? My parents, or my leg getting blown off?â
âBoth? If you feel comfortable. Itâs fine if you want me to shut up.â
âNo, itâs fine. I was⌠Letâs see⌠I was 11 when my parents died. And I was 28 when I lost my leg.â
âYou said after your parents died you went straight into the Army. How could you do that if you were 11?â
âOkay, so I left out some steps. My parents died. I finished school. Went to Westpoint, became an officer, then got shipped overseas. All the while Tony did whatever the hell it is Tony does.â
âAnd you were 28 when you had your accident, which meansâŚâ
âThat Iâm 36, yeah. Still younger than you, even though all that time spent frozen and whatever magic in that serum slows the aging process makes you look about 32.â
âI was going to say it means we were the same age when we had our incidents. But thanks for reminding me that Iâm technically 99.â
You snorted. âGod, my boyfriendâs old.â
âBoyfriend?â
âShit⌠Jumped to conclusions⌠Fuck, sorry.â
âNo, donât be. I, uh, itâs fine. Itâs more than fine.â
âYeah?â
âYes. I happen to like you quite a bit, Y/N. In case I havenât made that obvious.â
âGood. Cuz I happen to like you quite a bit as well.â
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Waking up in the morning with Buckyâs arm thrown around you was nice in a way you didnât expect. While your friendship with him up until this point had already made you feel better than you had in longer than you could remember, the dating part was already adding to that feeling, even though itâd only been a handful of hours since you made the change from friends to boyfriends, most of which had been spent sleeping through the night. Bucky made you feel seen in a way you werenât used to, and while it scared you, it also thrilled you. And it was more than just being able to see you. He understood you. He understood your pain. And it didnât scare him. It was a relief to not feel so fucking alone, or have to put up a front.
Your problem now was not wanting to wake him up. He looked so peaceful, the long locks of brown hair acting as a curtain in front of his face. You knew if those fluttering eyelids flashed open, youâd find the most stunning pair of blue eyes, which was quite the statement considering youâve known Steve for five years. Was it an unspoken requirement that you had to be god-level hot to be a super soldier? Or did the serum do that? Either way, it was grossly unfair.
You were awake, and your stomach was growling, and now you were in a predicament. One, despite your hunger, you didnât want to leave your bed. There was a hot man in it with his arm flung around you. Two, getting out of bed when your prosthetic limb was still in the lab wasnât going to be an easy task, unless you woke up said hot man sleeping in your bed. Which you didnât want to do, because A.) he looked so peaceful and B.) you knew how hard peaceful sleep was to come by, so you didnât want to be the one to ruin it for him. But god damn, you needed food. And to get to the lab to build a new leg.
It was fine. You could do this. You could get across the room to your closet where you had a pair of crutches without waking Bucky in the process. You were the king of stealth.
Through some small miracle, you managed to make it out of your room without waking Bucky, leaving behind a small note as to where he could find you.
As you made your way to the giant kitchen area, you remembered why you usually either hid in the lab until you made a new leg, or used an office chair to scoot about the place. These crutches were a pain in the ass, beads of sweat forming on your face by the time you got to the kitchen, where you came face to face with what could possibly be your worst fucking nightmare: the full team of half awake Avengers staring at you in shock.
âMorning,â you greeted, making it the rest of the way to a countertop, and leaning on it.
Mumbles of âheyâs and âmorningâs chorused back at you, with the exception of Tony who went âKid, get a chair. With wheels.â
Peter looked up from his bowl of cereal. âGot it, Mr. Stark,â he replied before dashing off.
âTony, thatâs not really necessary,â you started. âIâm just gonna grab something and head to the lab.â
âDonât play the stubborn hero act. Itâs annoying,â was all he replied with as Peter reappeared with an office chair. âThanks, kid. Sit, Y/N. Toast?â
âThanks, Peter,â you smiled gratefully, easing into the chair, leaving the crutches leaning against the counter. âAnd yeah, toast or whateverâs fine, Tony. Thank you.â
âSo cordial, are you sure youâre a Stark?â Steve teased.
âHa-ha,â you deadpanned, scooting your way over to the table.
âYour leg okay?â he followed up with genuine concern.
âWhich one?â you asked sardonically.
âYep, definitely a Stark.â
âSo hanging around the Manchurian Candidate helping you embrace amputee life finally?â Tony asked, setting a plate of toast before you.
âActually it was an explosion that made me embrace amputee life. You were there, remember?â
âMy brother, the comedian,â he said with an eye roll. âYou know what I meant.â
You shrugged your shoulders. âI mean I guess. Itâs still not something Iâm gonna go around mentioning for the hell of it. Kinda like how you donât go around mentioning certain things.â
âMentioning your business isnât my business, Y/N, itâs yours.â
âI appreciate the discretion.â
âIâm sorry,â a man spoke up. âIs anyone else lost, or just me?â
âScott, this is,â Tony started, but thought better of it. âFuck it, itâs your business, you tell it.â
âY/N Stark. Tonyâs younger brother. Ex-military. Not an Avenger, I just live here,â you rattled off the basics. âOh, and my right leg below the knee is fake thanks to yours truly,â you pointed at Tony. âWell, right now itâs non existent because I had to stab the prosthetic I did have. Different story, different time.â
âWhoa, whoa, whoa,â Tony interjected as people stared at him with their mouths open in shock. âI did not blow off your leg. Stark weapons did.â
âSame difference. And it wasnât meant maliciously. Just a fact. Anyway, Iâm pretty easy to find if you need me because Iâm usually in the lab. Speaking of, do you need me today, Tony?â
âNo, weâre fine.â
âCool. Cuz I gotta make a new leg.â
âAw,â Buckyâs voice pouted from behind you, âand I was starting to like carrying you around.â He pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. âYou couldâve woken me up,â he murmured.
âUm⌠what is this?â Tony asked, waving a finger between you and Bucky.
âNone of your concern,â you replied bluntly.
âBullshit itâs not. Hanging out with him is one thing, Y/N. But whatever that is, shut it down, and shut it down now.â
âIâm going to say this as respectfully as possible 1.) because weâre family and 2.) because I donât want my morning to become more of a spectacle than it already has been. But you donât get a say in how I live my life. You had your chance to be involved after Mom and Dad died, and you ran away from that chance. And I try really hard not to hold a grudge against you for that. And I appreciate everything youâve done for me since our accident. But Iâm a grown ass man, Tony. Who I chose to involve myself with is none of your concern.â
âOh, so youâre fine with your new boyfriend being a mass murderer?â
You laughed. You laughed so hard you doubled over in your chair, your sides aching and tears forming in your eyes. âThatâs the best fuckinâ joke Iâve ever heard!â you kept howling with laughter. âMass murderer boyfriend, do you hear this shit? Cuz the rest of us in this room are so innocent, right? Cuz our hands arenât covered in the blood of someone else? Oh, God! Yeah, youâre gonna have to try a lot harder than that, Tony.â You snorted. âMass murderer. Yep. Thatâs a good one.â
Your brotherâs eyes flashed darkly. âSo, youâre aware that part of his mass murder history includes our parents? Or did Sergeant Barnes conveniently leave that out?â
You stopped laughing as you glanced upwards at Bucky. His hands were gripped tightly on the back of your chair, the knuckles on his right hand white from the force of the grip. His body was rigid, eyes screwed shut. âWhat?â you croaked out in a barely audible whisper.
âYeah. The reason you got robbed of a childhood with Mom?â Tony clicked his tongue, pointing at Bucky. âRight there.â
You continued to look up at Bucky who stayed in his frozen state. âTell me heâs lying,â you pleaded quietly. When Bucky still didnât move, you shoved a hand into his chest. âTell me heâs lying, Bucky!â
Slowly Bucky opened his eyes, his face, his gorgeous face, a painting of pain and sorrow. âIâm sorryâŚâ
You hated this. You hated Tony for blowing up your life a second time. You hated Bucky for not telling you this himself. And you hated yourself for daring to believe that for once you could be happy. But youâd be damned if youâd let them see you break. You took a slow breath, sealing yourself off, the walls building around you. âI have work to do,â you said, starting to push away in your chair, but Buckyâs grip still held you in place.
âY/N,â he said in a cracked voice. âY/N, please.â
âYou have exactly five seconds to let go of my chair, Sergeant Barnes, before I break your hands. One,â
âY/N.â
âTwo.â
âPlease, let me explain.â
âThree. I swear Iâll break those hands. Metal or not.â
âLove, please donât do thisâŚâ
âFour,â you continued to count, feeling your voice start to shake at the way he called you âlove.â
He let go, and you pushed yourself quickly out of the room, not daring to look back.
~~~
In the lab, you tried to distract your brain, but it still raced. There were so many swirling parts, and you were so angry that you couldnât pinpoint what was actually making you angry.
Footsteps and a throat clearing had you snapping up your head, body tense, not ready to face either Bucky or Tony. So when you saw it was Steve, your defenses fell. âHey, Steve,â you greeted half-heartedly.
âHey. How you feeling?â he asked, testing the waters as he slowly made his way to you.
âIâm not gonna bite your head off if thatâs what youâre worried about.â
âDonât think I could blame you if you did. What happened back there was⌠intense. Tony was out of line.â
âWhen isnât Tony out of line?â
âFair point. But hey, Iâm here if you want someone to scream at. Someone to help answer any of the thousand of questions running through your head.â
âI donât want to scream at anyone. Kill Tony, maybe. But Iâm kinda used to that feeling. I just⌠Fuck, I dunno, Steve. I donât know what to be mad at, or about. I just know that Iâm mad. Hurt. Iâm hurt.â
âSo start at the beginning. Work through it.â
âItâs true, right? What Tony said about Bucky?â
He nodded. âYeah. Iâm sorry.â
âHow long did everyone know?â
âIt came out when we brought Bucky in. So a few months now. Obviously Bucky knew longer.â
âObviously,â you snorted, then sighed. âWell, that explains Tonyâs feelings towards Bucky.â
âBut itâs still not an excuse for how it came out. There was a way to handle that situation and that wasnât it. So if you want to be angry with Tony for that, youâre well within your right.â
âOh, Iâm livid. Like donât trust myself alone in a room with him, livid. And I hate the position it puts me in. Being mad at him for telling me the truth. Sounding like an ungrateful, spoiled brat.â
âYou can appreciate what Tonyâs done for you while hating the circumstances that led to it. It doesnât have to be black and white.â
âI deal in absolutes, Steve. Itâs what makes the most sense to me. Facts. Fact: my parents died. Fact: Bucky caused their accident. Fact: their death shaped the way I lived my life, and the way Tony lived his. Fact: Tonyâs actions ruined my life, not once, but twice now.â
âAnd where does that leave you with Bucky?â
You sighed. âThatâs where things get convoluted. Fact: he was brainwashed as the Winter Soldier. So I canât hold that against him. And I donât. Me knowing Bucky caused their accident doesnât make them less dead. So as stupid as it seems, Iâm not mad about that. Iâm mad he didnât tell me himself. But even then? Part of me can still understand why he didnât. I mean, there were things about my past I kept from him. And at what point do you drop a bomb like that?â
âSo where does all of that leave you?â
âI donât know. Thatâs the problem. Part of me wants to clock Tony for running his mouth. Part of me is screaming that this is exactly why I donât let people in. And part of me is still stupidly head over heels in love with Bucky, even though I feel like my trust in him got betrayed.â
âIn love with him? Does Bucky know?â
You shook your head. âWe barely started dating. And I mean barely. Like it happened last night barely.â
âAnd now itâs already potentially over.â
âYupâŚâ
âWell. And you can do whatever you want with this advice. But, it sounds like the real issue is with Tony, not Bucky. So try not to confuse the two.â
âBut how do I trust him, Steve? I laid everything out on the line, and he couldnât do the same for me.â
âSounds like you trust him just fine if youâre able to do all that. So is your real hurt, with Bucky at least, in the fact that you feel he doesnât trust you back? I mean, and correct me if Iâm wrong, but this is just my observations. You donât let that vulnerable side of you show often, if ever. I mean, everyone back there expected you to rip Tonyâs head from his shoulders and you barely raised your voice. You have a very tight control on your feelings. You have a very tight control on what you let others around you in on. So if you allowed yourself to be vulnerable to Bucky, I can understand how that powershift makes you feel out of control. I can see how any indication of him not trusting you back is a huge act of betrayal in your mind. Itâs like you loaded the gun, and handed it to him yourself.â
âHave I ever told you how much you scare me with how observant you are?â
Steve chuckled. âI knew Bucky a long time before he was the Winter Soldier. Heâs not gonna be the guy to let you down. But me telling you that, and you believing it are two totally different things.â
âSo what do I do, Steve?â
âYou gotta figure that out for yourself. But talking might be a good place to start.â
âThanks. Seriously. This helped me a lot.â
âAnytime, Y/N.â
~~~
Your next visitor was Tony. âSoâŚâ he started, peering over your shoulder at the leg you were halfway finished with. âBreak up with him yet?â
âSo⌠find a new way to blow up my life yet?â you fired back.
His jaw clenched. âBlew up your life by telling you the truth?â
âBlew up my life by fucking ruining everything, actually. I was happy, Tony. Actually fucking happy. And you let me have that for all of what? 30 seconds?â
âSo youâd rather your happiness be fake? Be a lie then?â
âIt wasnât fake, thatâs the thing! Look, I get that you hate him. I get that you and Steve were at odds with each other because of Bucky. And I get that hearing the news that heâs the reason for our parentsâ death doesnât make you exactly keen on being his friend, or having him around here. But, God, Tony! There were a million different ways you, or Bucky could have clued me in on things. And of course, you went with the one that would hurt him the most, not even hesitating long enough to think about how it would hurt me in the process. I knew you were a spiteful bastard, but this is a new low, even for you. Whatever happened to âitâs not my business to tellâ?â
âThatâs why Iâm here to apologize.â
âThat was an apology?â
âIt would be if you let me get there.â
âWell, go on then.â
âIâm sorry. Iâm sorry that I let my issues with Dad get in the way of me being there for you after they died. Not that at the age I was in any way ready or capable of taking on the responsibility of looking after a kid. And Iâm sorry that it led you down a path of eventually getting caught in the crossfire of my mistakes with the company. And Iâm sorry for how I handled the news of you and Barnes and the subsequent fallout.â
âWow,â was all you could come up with to say. Tony wasnât exactly the apologetic or remorseful type. He was the âthrow money at the situation in hopes it went awayâ type, a classic Howard Stark trait Tony had been unfortunate enough to inherit, alongside the arrogance. And yet, here he was, apologizing to you for everything. And all you could say was, âWow.â
âYeah, great talk. If you connect those two wires, you should be good,â he said, nodding his chin at your leg.
You looked at it, âOh. Thanks.â
âYep.â
âI mean it,â you said as he started to walk out. âThe apology? Thanks.â
âYeah, if we could not mention it, thatâd be great.â
You let out a small laugh. âWorks for me.â
~~~
Your final visitor was Bucky. âBeen wondering when youâd show,â you said, as you walked around the lab, testing the newest prosthetic.
âYeah, I, uh⌠wouldâve been by sooner but I got caught up in a few things.â
âIs that so?â
âYeah, I might have gone off on Tony after you left. And then Steve might have banned me from seeing you until I calmed down. And by the time I did that, he had already talked to you, and Tony was in here. So I talked to Steve. And⌠yeah.â
âYou mean I missed out on another fight between you and Tony? Damn.â
âHeh, yeah⌠And look, Iâm not here to act like an apology is going to magically make this all okay-â
âGood,â you cut him off.Â
He sighed. âBut I am sorry.â
âI donât want your apology. I donât need it.â
âThen⌠Could you yell at me, or something? This eerily calm thing is really freaking me out. Yell at me, Y/N. Tell me you hate me. Tell me Iâm the reason youâre broken. Something. Anything.â
You paused in your small laps around the lab, looking at him in confusion. âWhy would I do that? Iâm not the starry-eyed prince who cries when his knight in shining armor isnât real.â
âI- What?â
You winced at your words. âBad analogy. I meant that Iâm not the type whoâs going to cry and scream every time my feelings get hurt. So if youâre waiting for that to happen, itâs not going to.â
âY/N, please⌠I donât know what to do here. I want to make this right. Tell me how.â
âThereâs nothing to make right. Iâm not mad at you, Bucky.â
âYouâre not?â
âNo! You were fucking mind-controlled for half of a god damn century. And Howard wasnât exactly winning Dad of the Year Awards. Fuck, I canât even find it in myself to be mad that you didnât tell me. Iâm hurt, Bucky, but Iâm not mad.â
âI didnât want to hurt you, thatâs the thing. And I know. I know I had so many chances to tell you, and I didnât. But how do you tell someone that without hurting them?â
âGod damn it!â you snapped, your temper flashing before you could reel it back in. âThatâs not why Iâm hurt, Bucky. Iâm hurt that I trust you, and you feel that you canât trust me back. Iâve trusted you with parts of me I don't let anyone even get near. Hell, Iâve known the original crew of Avengers for five years, and todayâs the first time they figured out Iâm an amputee. Thatâs how hard it is for me to let my walls down. And I let you break them like they were nothing. And as great as it is to feel chosen for once, I cannot fuckinâ stand that itâs one-sided. Trust me back, Bucky. Let me choose you back!â
He took a step towards you. âLove, I-â
There it was again. âLove.â God, did he know what he was doing to you when he called you that? âCanât do it? Think youâre too broken, and youâre gonna scare me off?â you asked.
âNo, thatâs not what I was going to say.â
âThen what were you going to say?â
âI...donât know actually.â He took a few more steps until he was mere inches from you.
âWell, you know where to find me when you figure it out.â
You turned to leave, but his hand wrapped around your wrist, twisting you back around the strength and suddenness of the movement causing a splintering sound in your newest prosthetic while you collided into his chest, both of your eyes wide. âShit!â Bucky swore. âOkay, that was not supposed to happen.â
âBuckyâŚâ you growled, both in agitation that your new leg was already broken, and in slight desperation of if he didnât hold you steady soon, you were going to face-plant into the floor.
Thankfully, he understood the hint, and more. His arms snaked around you, holding you upright while his head tilted down, his lips crushing into yours. âPlease choose me back?â he whispered desperately against your mouth.
âNot choosing you back was never an option, Bucky,â you assured, your arms wrapping around his neck and deepening the kiss.
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Itâs Always Been You ~ 147
OUT OF TIME MASTERLIST
ITâS ALWAYS BEEN YOU MASTERLIST
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Word Count: 2,320ish
Summary: The final battle begins....
Notes: You must read Out Of Time in order to understand this. The chapter numbers continue from Out Of Time.
Y/N was lost in the midst of the chaos. Her unconscious body getting caught in one of the lower levels of the rubble. Tony was up first, searching for Y/N. He found the shield and Steve instead.
âCome on, buddy,â Tony urged, kneeling beside his brother-in-law. âWake up.â Steve groaned, coming to. âThatâs my man.â Tony held the shield up. âYou lose this again, Iâm keeping it.â
âWhat happened?â Steve asked.
âYou messed with time. It tends to mess back. Youâll see.â Tony helped Steve to his feet.
âWhereâs Y/N?â
âI was hoping she was with you. FRIDAY?â
âI am searching for her location, bossâ FRIDAY responded.
âPlease tell me that sheâs alive."
âShe has to be,â Steve said. âThe Stones wonât allow anything to happen to her.â
âIâve located Mrs. Stark,â FRIDAY announced. âSheâs underneath the rubble.â
âGreat, where?â Tony pressed.
âTony,â Steve said, âmaybe we need to deal withââ
âDeal with what?! Your sisterâmy wife is down there in who knows what kind of condition! WeâI need to get to her!â
âBoss,â FRIDAY interrupted, âI donât know if Y/N would see that as the best idea.â
âWhat?! Why are you choosing now to talk back, FRIDAY?â
âBecause Thanos is here. Thor is currently watching him not too far from where you are.â Steve and Tony made eye contact.
âY/N can protect herself,â Steve told his worried friend. âThe sheâll be fine because the Stones need her.â
Tony nodded and the two walked out of the rubble they were in. They found Thor intensely watching Thanos, who was sitting on something not too far off.
âWhatâs he been doing?â Tony asked.Â
âAbsolutely nothing,â Thor answered.
âWhere are the Stones?â Steve questioned.
âProbably somewhere under all this,â Tony responded. âFRIDAYâs looking. All I know is he doesnât have them.â
âSo we keep it that way.â
âYou know itâs a trap, right?â Thor said.
âYeah,â Tony agreed. âAnd I donât much care.â
âGood. Just as long we are all in agreement.â Thor stretched out both hands as thunder cracked. He summoned both Stormbreaker and Mjolnir, which he had stolen during the time heist. HIs casual clothes transformed into his armor and cape, with his beard forming into a braid. âLetâs kill him properly this time.â
The three walked down the rubble towards Thanos. All of them were very serious and ready to end this once and for all.
âYou could not live with your own failure. And where did that bring you? Back to me,â Thanos stated, as the three heroes slowly moved to surround him. âI thought by eliminating half of life, the other half would thrive. But youâve shown me thatâs impossible. And as long as there are those that remember what was, there will always be those that are unable to accept what can be. They will resist.â
âYep. Weâre all kinds of stubborn,â Tony replied.
âI'm thankful. Because now, I know what I must do.â Thanos stood. âI will shred this universe down to its last atom.â He placed his helmet on his head. "And thenâ With the stones you've collected for me, create a new one. Teeming with life, but knows not what it has lost but only what it has been given.â Thor began crackling with lightning. âA grateful universe.â
âBorn out of blood,â Steve said.
âThey'll never know it. Because you won't be alive to tell them.â
And the fighting began.
~~~
Y/N groaned as she came to. Her head was pounding, it had obviously been hit during the chaos. She was breathing heavily as she took in her surroundings. There was a large metal beam trapping her against broken concrete.
âHello!â She called out. âIs anyone there?âÂ
No response. And she instantly regretted not putting a comms device in her ear. Y/N grunted as she tried to push the beam off of her, failing. Looking up, she studied the rubble barely hanging on above her. She needed to be careful or it was going to completely crush her.
âUse us,â a rough voice whispered to her in her head. âUse us.â
âIt has always taken a lot from me to control you,â Y/N responded, aloud. âHow am I suppose to do what I have to if Iâm weak?â
âYouâll be fine.âÂ
âWhat the hell am I even supposed to do anyway?â
âWhen the time comes, you will know.â
âYou guys are incredibly unhelpful, you know?â She groaned as she tried to wiggle herself free again, without help from the Stones.
âYou are wasting time.â
âFine!â Y/N huffed.Â
She closed her eyes and tried to focus on the Stones.
~~~
âOkay, Thor! Hit me!â Tony exclaimed, the back of his suit opening up.
Thor banged his 2 weapons together, each loaded with lightning, and aimed them at the back of Tonyâs suit. The Iron Man suit sucked up the energy and he shot it out at Thanos using his hands and body. Thanos twirled his blade really fast to divert the energy. Thor grabbed Stormbreaker and used it to bat Mjolnir to hit Thanos. Thanos used Tony as a shield, knocking him out and away.
âBoss, wake up!â FRIDAY pled.
Steve tried to attack Thanos but was easily shielded away. Thorâs attack was quickly blocked by Thanosâ sword. Thanos grabbed onto Thor and lifts him up by the neck, choking him, before slamming him down and punching him. Mjolnir is flicked away as Thanos relentlessly beats up Thor, throwing him into a tree and socking him before throwing Thor over rubble and socking him again. Thor tried to grab Stormbreaker but Thanos grabbed it and used it against Thor.Â
Form not too far off, Mjolnir began to float off the ground. Thanos was digging Stormbreaker into Thor, when suddenly Mjolnir flies into Thanos. It zoomed past, stopped, and then flew back the way it came. Both Thanos and Thor looked back in amazement as Steve wields the hammer.
âI knew it!â Thor said.
Frustrated, Thanos kicked Thor to the ground. Steve charged at the Titan, swinging Mjolnir, and hitting him in the face, knocking him down. Steve threw his shield and Thanos deflected. Steve threw Mjolnir to his shield, creating a shockwave and knocking Thanos off his feet.Â
Steve then threw his shield at Thanos, quickly hitting it back at the Titan again with Mjolnir. He lined his arm up with Thanos to channel lightning his way.Â
Thanos eventually got the upper hand, removing his helmet. He stabbed Steveâs leg and knocked Mjolnir out of the Captainâs hand. Thanos proceeded to destroy Steveâs shield with his double-bladed Soward and threw him across the battlefield. Steve staggeredly tried to get up.
âIn all my years of conquest, violence, slaughter,â Thanos said, âit was never personal. But Iâll tell you now, what Iâm about to do to your stubborn, annoying little planetâIâm gonna enjoy it. Very, very much.â
The entirety of Thanosâ army was then summoned to the ground. Upon seeing the army descending onto Earth, Steve slowly got back to his feet. With a fierce determination, he tightened his broken shield to his arm and stood against the army. Alone. Suddenly, a crackling came in on his comm.
âHey, Cap, you read me?âÂ
Steve stopped and looked around.
âCap, itâs Sam. Can you hear me?â
A portal began to form behind the Captain.
âOn your left.â
Steve looked behind to see the portal on his left side. Three figures stepped through; Okoye, Shuri, and TâChalla, all ready to fight. Sam then zoomed in from above. As he did, dozens of more portals opened up all around the battlefield. Through one of the portals, Doctor Strange appeared, joined by Drax, Mantis, Star Lord, and Spider-Man. Everyone on the battlefield watched in confusion and awe as more and more heroes arrive through the portals from all the corners of the universe.Â
Giant-Man (Scott) appeared out of the rubble with Rhodey, Bruce, and Rocket. Every one was lining up behind the Captain, all the teams and armies that Strange and the other sorcerers brought in to help. Tony was sitting up, finally coming around from the hit on his head. Suddenly, the ground in front of him began to tremble and crack. He pushed himself back as something blasted through it and into the sky. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was his wife.
Y/N was glowing with the power of the Stones. Each of the colors were circling around her, all six colors clearly defined. She slowly set herself down in front of Tony, the power fading away as she rushed to him.
âTony! Are you okay?â She worried as she helped him to his feet.
âAm I okay?â He questioned. âYou just shot up from the ground. You were glowing!â
âIâm okay. Iâm ready to finish this. Once and for all.â
Tony pulled her in for a desperate kiss. Like he was terrified it would be their last. Y/N quickly reciprocated the desperation.
âI love you,â Tony breathed out as he pulled away.
âI love you too,â she responded.
They turned to join the group of heroes. Tony suited all the way up, while Y/N began to channel the Stones.
âAVENGERS!â Steve shouted, everyone gearing up as she summoned Mjolnir. âAssemble.â
Thor made a battle cry, as did TâChalla, and the heroes charged towards the opposing army. Thanos raised his sword towards the Avengers, signaling his army to charge as well. As the two armies collided, everyone short of paired up. Tony and Y/N were working together, keeping each other safe. Steve and Thor were doing the same thing, both switching off weapons. Steve had Stormbreaker in his hand while Thor had Mjolnir.
âNo, no, give me that,â Thor said, tossing Mjolnir to Steve and signaling for Stormbreaker. âYou have the little one.â
Steve passed Stormbreaker over and the two nodded to each other before running back into the battle. Y/N and Tony had gotten separated. Y/N could sense the Stones and knew she needed to get to them before Thanos did. It seemed that Thanos and his army knew that and were sending their biggest creatures to slow her down.Â
Despite her trying, Y/N was thrown down, plowing through the ground. She was panting, and groaning in pain. The creature stalked towards her as she tried to get back up. It raised its claws above its head and was just about to ship down on Y/N when someone stepped in-between her and the creature and killed it. Y/N inhaled sharply, still slightly panting, as she took in her hero. Bucky had turned, looking down at her with those eyes she had fallen in love with. But it wasnât the same anymore. Y/N now knew that she was over him, though he would always have a place in her heart.
âBucky,â she breathed out.
âHey, doll,â he smiled softly, helping her off the ground.
âBucky.â
âYeah, itâs me.â
âBucky.â She practically jumped on him, hugging him tightly. He held her close. âWe did it⌠youâre back.â
âIâm back. Though itâs been mere seconds for me.â
Y/N pulled away. The two studied each otherâs faces. Y/N was trying to figure out how to say what she needed to. Bucky was studying her, knowing what she needed to say.
âItâs okay,â he whispered. âI kept you waiting too many times. I get it.â
Tears pooled in her eyes. âIâm so sorry.â
âDonât be. Youâre happy, right? He treats you right?â
âYes. He treats me like a queen. We have a daughter. Morgan Howard Stark.â
âHoward?â Bucky chuckled lightly.Â
âYeah, I was hesitant on it too. But Tony did some pretty good persuading.â
âIâm happy for you. Really.â
âThank you.â
âHey! Can you two old people stop catching up and come help us with the fight?â Sam exclaimed over the comms.
âBe right there,â Y/N responded. She shot out her hand to the side, blasting a creature into pieces. âThanks for the save though, Buck. But I could have handled it.â She smirked before running off.
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Tony was fighting by himself, creatures and one of the Children of Thanos were after him. He was punched at the ground and he was going to get back up when Giant Man stopped on the Child of Thanos. Peter swung in, immediately going to help Tony up.
âHey! Holy cow! You will not believe what's been going on. Do you remember when we were in space? And I got all dusty?â Peter rambled after both his and Tonyâs helmets disappeared. Tony was looking at Peter, trying not to brake out in a total grin. âI must've passed out, Because I woke up, and you were gone. But Doctor Strange was there, right? He was like, "It's been five years. Come on, they need us." And then he started doing the yellow sparkly thing that he does all the timeââ
Tony took steps towards the teen. âHe did?â He mumbled. âOh, no.â He opened his arms and pulled the teen into him. âHold me.â
âWhat are you doing?â Peter hugged back. Tony slapped Peterâs back and closed his eyes, holding him tighter. âOh, this is nice.â
Y/N had noticed the two and had allowed them some time while she fought off the army. Finally, she was done. She landed behind them.
âOkay, boys, partyâs over,â she commented.
âY/N!â Peter exclaimed, rushing over to hug her.
âHey, Peter,â she welcomed him into her arms. âIâm so glad youâre back. Now,â she pulled away, âkeep fighting.â
âOn it!â His helmet closed and he swung away.
The couple watched before making eye contact.
âWe did it,â Tony whispered, coming closer to his wife.
âBut itâs not over yet,â Y/N replied. She leaned in and kissed him. âI love you.â
âI love you too.â
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As The World Caves In
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Stark!Fem!Reader
Summary: Steve deals with the loss of his wife after the Snap.
Rating: R?
Word Count: 3.3k
Warnings: Grief, depression, feelings of loneliness, death, graphic depiction of a death
A/N: hi yes I wanted to get this out before TFATWS got out. I have never liked the ending Steve got in Endgame, so I wanted to write a new one for him!
Steve would like to say that he lost his wife like everyone else did that day.
He would love to say that she turned into ash like the rest of his teammates. He would love to say that they had some tear-filled goodbye before she turned into nothing. He would love to have that hope that might be able to come back.
But he can't.
Because she actually died that day in Wakanda. Right before his eyes.
It had happened after Thanos had tossed Steve aside. Y/N had charged at the Titan, angry at the purple being for hurting her husband. He caught her in mid-air, his golden gauntlet shimmering in the sunlight as it wrapped tightly around her throat. Steve had scrambled to stand up, his eyes on her.
Y/N coughed and sputtered, her face turning colors as she kicked, her fingers trying to pry the large gold covered fingers off of her throat. And while it felt like hours for Steve, it had only been seconds. Seconds. Seconds he had held her in their air, seconds she had suffered as the Titan cut off her oxygen. Thanos had smirked before tightening his grip, a sickening crack filling the air. Steve couldn't breathe as her body was tossed towards him. It seemed to move in slow motion, bouncing when it hit the ground.
When her body finally came to a stop in front of him, her head lolling to the side as the cloud of dust settled. Steve still had hope somehow. He prayed to the Lord above as he looked at her, hoping that she was somehow still alive. Blood vessels had burst in her eyes and blood trickled out of her mouth. There was a darkening bruise on her throat, her neck was bent at an unnatural angle. Steve had been unable to move, unable to breathe. Within an instant, she was gone. His wife, the love of his life, ripped away from him in mere seconds.
And then his friends and teammates turned into ash all around him.
The worst moment of his life was when he watched his wife die right in front of him. The second worst is having to tell her brother that she was dead.
After Tony had come down the ramp of the ship, Steve had ran over to help him down that last view steps and over to Pepper. Stark told Steve that Peter was gone and in that moment of silence that followed, Tony's eyes scanned the small group of survivors for his adopted sister. Tears sprung up in the man's eyes as he looked back at Steve. The Captain's throat constricts with emotion, tears brimming in his eyes as he just nods, unable to get the words out. Pepper ran up in that moment, wrapping her arms around Tony just as tears rolled down his face.
Y/N is the only one they actually bury. Her funeral is a quiet affair, with only the remaining members of their team and Pepper in attendance. The couple had never talked about what might happen or what they would want if either of them died. Tony tells him that she would want to be buried next to their parents, so she is. He makes sure his baby sister has the best coffin money can buy, the best headstone-everything. Her funeral is the last time Steve and Tony talk to each other.
Steve gets an apartment she would have loved. It's right around the corner from the restaurant where they had their first date and a few streets away from the cemetery. There was those big windows that Y/N had always expressed fondness over. The apartment also had built in shelves that lined one wall of the living room area, which had been another selling point for him. One day Steve hoped that he would be able to fill them with her many books and tchotchkes, but now they stood empty, the shelves gathering dust. Her collection of novelty mugs weren't in the cabinets, no they were still wrapped up in newspapers within one of the many boxes. He had planned on unpacking all of the things that had once filled their shared room at the compound, but the boxes stay in the second bedroom, all piled up in the middle of the room. He couldn't find it in himself to go through all of her old things, didn't want to be bombarded with emotions and memories.
That first year is the hardest. Learning to live without her tears him to shreds. Steve hardly sleeps, hardly eats. He spends a lot of his time alone, dwelling over what he could've done differently. Natasha tries to reach out to him, but Steve distances himself. He tells himself that he needs to do this alone, needs to try to get through it by himself. Y/N always feels like she's just out of his grasp and he prays and begs to have her back with him. His prayers go unanswered.
Natasha appears outside his door on the one year anniversary of Thanos's snap and Y/N's death, holding a bottle of vodka in one hand and Asgardian mead in the other. They sit together in the kitchen and drink as vigils and memorials take place around the world. For the first time, Steve talks about how much he misses his wife. The two heroes talk all night about each person they missed, both of them wondering aloud how were they supposed to live without them.
By the end of the second year, Steve is getting used to living without her. He hates it. He hates how much that ache in his chest has lessened. He hates that he can see a picture of her without a lump forming in his throat. Steve is able to talk about her more and starts a grief support group. Sure he sometimes wakes up and hopes she's there, but that's getting less and less frequent. Steve's afraid that his memories of her are going to slip away from him, terrified of forgetting her.
So he starts to draw her. He's desperate to hold onto every memory of her, so he fills up page after page, sketchbook after sketchbook of nothing but Y/N. The drawings aren't perfect, but he is able to cement those memories in his mind. Steve wants to make sure that he can remember her face without having to study a picture. So when he remembers something about her, he puts it onto a piece of paper. Y/N on their wedding day. Y/N when they were on the run and she fell asleep in the Quinn Jet. Y/N brushing her teeth early in the morning, her silhouette lit up by the almost golden bathroom light. Y/N the first day they met.
Natasha sees them once when she stops by to see him. One of the sketchbooks is left open on the table and she sneaks a peek when Steve goes to the other room to get a sweater. There on the page in incredible detail is a sketch of her best friend with tears in her eyes, her mouth open in shock. She doesn't know that this is the face she made when she learned that Bucky had killed her parents and Steve knew. Natasha looks away, her cheeks burning. She feels like she saw something too personal, too raw, and she shuts the journal before Steve returns.
When the third, fourth, and then fifth year rolls around- well Y/N has been gone longer than they were together as a couple. Steve has gotten used to her being gone. He's able to walk past the room holding all of the boxes without stalling. It gets easier to talk about her, easier to share stories about her to his group. He still misses her, it's just easier for him to live now. His wedding band never leaves his ring finger, needing to have a part of her with him always. Steve still loves her and he doesn't think he can ever love someone as much as he loves his wife.
And then Scott Lang reappears.
Steve wants to reverse what Thanos did, wants to bring back his friends even if that means he cannot bring back his wife. That ache in is chest returns as they put together their heist plan. Steve feels like there's a ghost following him around while he's back at the compound. His shoulders feel heavy again and he tries to put on a brave face as the people around him get hopeful. He tries to be happy, knowing that he will be getting his friends back and fixing what had happened, but he can't help but be upset.
-
Steve gets to see her when they go back.
It's after he knocks out the younger version of himself. Steve is standing over himself, breathing hard, and holding Loki's scepter tightly in his hands.
"That is America's Ass." He comments, looking behind him before back down to the unconscious man. He needs to meet back up with the others so that they can-
"It definitely is." A familiar voice calls out from in front of him. Steve stills, his breath catching in his throat before he slowly lifts his head. There she is, standing before him with a smirk on her face. Y/N is dressed in her navy blue suit, her hair messy from the battle she just went through. Her face is dirty, her lip split and there is a long cut across her cheekbone. His mouth goes dry and he's suddenly tongue tied, like he was when they first met.
Steve remembers how nervous and awkward he was when they were first introduced to each other. Y/N gave him a million dollar smile and just like that, he knew he was a goner. Steve had stumbled over saying his name, which had then made her laugh-God, that laugh. That laugh had made him warm all over, made butterflies swarm around in his stomach. And in the past five years, those butterflies had been dormant and now, now they're wide awake.
"You're not my Steve." Y/N announces as she walks towards him, studying him. Steve's heart is beating fast and he wants to reach out and hold her close, wanting to tell her how much he loves her. My Steve. God, he misses her. He misses everything about her.
"How can you tell?" He asks, a tiny smile appearing on his face. Y/N chuckles, taking seeing two Steve's surprisingly well. But then again, she had just got done fighting aliens and a literal god so he supposes that things have been weirder.
"My Steve won't even look me in the eye. He blushes when I look at him. When I look at you...you just look so sad. That's how I know you're not Loki." She answers, stopping in front of him. Steve studies her face, taking in every little detail because he knows that this is the last time he'll see her.
"I-I'm that easy to read, huh?" Steve retorts and she laughs again, nodding. God, he misses that sound. He misses her so fucking much that it makes his chest ache. Y/N's smile falters as she looks at him, watching as his smile drops.
"I'm not going to pretend what is exactly going on here, okay? Obviously you are going through something and it's pretty clear you are on a some type of mission." She tells him, motioning to the scepter in his hands. Steve looks down to his hand before looking at her. He knows that she should be calling for back up because by the way people keep speaking through her comm Y/N must know that things are going south.
"I'll bring it back, I promise." Steve replies and the smile returns to her face. Y/N glances down to the unconscious man on the floor before looking at him.
"I know you will. I never saw you, new Steve. And don't worry, I'll make sure you don't choke on your tongue." She teases, gesturing to the passed out version of himself. Steve's smile returns to his face as she continues, "But I do expect some sort of explanation when you come back."
"Of course. I'll be back before you even know I was gone." Steve says, wanting to say so many other things that he knows that he just can't tell her. He opens his mouth again when her comm once again crackles to life. Y/N's eyes widen and she gestures for him to leave. Steve's mouth snaps shut and he nods, quickly walking away.
Tony would later tell Steve when they're in 1970 that he started crying when he saw his little sister.
-
When his teammates return on the battlefield, she isn't among them. He knows she won't be coming through a portal, but some part of him still holds out hope for some reason. Yet, there is no sadness inside of him on that battlefield. No, rage has pushed all of that sadness aside, filling him up completely.
When he fought against Thanos and his army, he did so with every ounce of strength in his body. Steve wanted to avenge the death of Y/N, wanted to kill Thanos for what he did to her. Steve has never felt so angry in his entire life. He wanted to be the one who ended the Titan's life. He ignored the large gash in his arm and tore through aliens.
And in the end, it's Tony who takes out Thanos. He is the one who avenges his baby sister's death, but the price he pays his high. And Steve has to watch another Stark die.
He feels so guilty that he is alive and both of the Stark siblings are gone, both of them buried side by side, right next to their parents.
There is just so much death in his life, so much damn loss. And he's tired. Steve is exhausted. He hoped that bringing back his friends and the half of the universe that had disappeared because of the Snap would make him feel better, but it hadn't. No, instead that hurt has returned with full force. His chest feels like its about to cave in on itself, like his ribs piercing his lungs and heart-God, everything seems unbearable. All he wants is for the earth to open up and swallow him whole.
And then, he is reminded that he has to return the stones.
And while every single part of the journey is noteworthy, he saves returning the scepter for last.
Y/N is sitting beside the unconscious version of himself when he returns. She turns his head to look at him, a smile on her face. For a moment, he considers staying here with her, reliving every single moment of their life and their relationship as it happens.
But he knows that he can't.
It wouldn't be right for him to stay here with her, knowing everything that he knows. Steve has had his time with her, time that he will treasure for the rest of is life. He knows that if he returns back to his timeline, there will be a lot of hurting that he will have to go through. Steve knows that it would be so much easier to stay here with Y/N, but he won't let himself do it.
So Steve explains to Y/N why he needed the scepter, leaving out her death and the death of her brother. After he finishes, she stays quiet for a moment, processing all of this new information. He just waits and sits there.
"Don't tell me what happens, please. I want the cards to fall where they may. I-I want to be surprised." Y/N tells him suddenly, glancing at the unconscious man before looking at Steve. The Captain understands exactly what she means. She must know somehow that she ends up with him, something on his face his showing his hand. Y/N had always told him that he had a shitty poker face. A smile stretches across his face, nodding. His wedding ring-hidden under his gloves-feels so much heavier, like its weighing his arm down.
A pit of dread opens up in Steve's stomach as his time draws to an end. He thanks and apologizes to Y/N as he hands over the scepter. She just smiles, telling him not to worry about it as she puts it back into its case. He must look as upset as he feels because before he leaves, Y/N wraps her arms around him. It surprises Steve, but he quickly wraps his arms back around her. Steve holds her tightly, letting his eyes shut. He knows that this will be the last time he'll ever hold her and he just savors it, wishing that it could last forever. Wishing that he could stay here forever.
But everything has to come to an end.
When he says goodbye, he knows that Y/N doesn't understand that this is him saying goodbye to her for the last time. Steve finally gets to tell her goodbye and even though he isn't able to tell Y/N how much he loves her, it's okay. It's okay because he will be able to tell her how much he loves her one day, even if that day isn't today. They'll be reunited again. He just needs to wait.
She tells him goodbye and he takes one final look at her before he returns back to his timeline, back into a world where she's gone.
That night, he returns to his empty apartment, the silence almost deafening. That hole in his chest has reopened and he is in so much pain that everything just feels numb.
He goes through the motions of getting ready for bed, washing the day's events off of him hoping that this would also wash away the numbness, trying to pretend like nothing of importance had happened hours earlier. When he crawls into the same bed he has been sleeping in for the past five years-a bed she has never touched-he realizes how empty it is without her. He can't feel her here like he can at the Compund-No, here she doesn't follow behind him. No, this is a place she has never been so she can't be here. The apartment is suddenly too big for him-everything is too big for him. It's too big and too empty and too fucking quiet-
It's like the string that was holding him together the past five years has finally snapped and he just starts crying. The Captain's body shakes with sobs as he lays in that empty room. Steve had thought he had processed her death and grieved already, but he hadn't. Until this very moment, it had never fully set in that Y/N was dead. It was never fully real that she was gone. He knew that she was, but some part of him was still holding out hope that somehow she was going to come back. If Bucky could come back, surely she could have as well. But Y/N isn't Bucky and so she never came back.
It took until today for him to fully realize that she was gone. Y/N was gone and there was nothing he can do about it. There was no stones to gather, no traveling through dimensions for him to do. Steve had to live the rest of his life without the love of his life, in a time where he'll never belong in. That small flicker of hope that had been silently living inside of him had been snuffed out, leaving an empty dark space inside of him, leaving him cold and empty.
The only hope that remained is that they would be reunited one day in death, but until then Steve would be forced to carry around his pain where ever he went.
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