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xxlost-cityxx · 3 years ago

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ABSOLUTELY NO MINORS

Ship/Characters: Top!Kirishima Eijirou, Bottom!Bakugou Katsuki

TW/CW: camming(Bakugou's a camboy), rough anal sex, anal fingering, choking, spanking, begging, crying, overstimulation, praising, degrading, enthusiastic consent

Summary: Bakugou's famous for being in the top 3 best doms for a camboy porn site, but as he tries to out rank an up and rising couple, his fans get to see the moment he realises he's a submissive bottom

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Katsuk has been a camboy for a little over 2 years now, starting right off the bat once he graduated high school. As he was 18 and living on his own and with a low paying job, he quickly realized he needed another source of income to live even slightly comfortably in today's world. Then came a random ad that just so happened to catch his eye, a porn site catching a lot of popularity, a few cam stars seeming to live a life of luxury from simply filming themselves for anyone to see.

Katsuki had to try it out.

He's had his fair share of horny old men groping him out in public, so why not get paid for them to watch him instead?

That plan was one of his best ideas yet. He rose to fame so quickly he choked on water after posting his 4th video ever, seeing that his rough, aggressive attitude turned a lot of people on. A lot meant 14,000 at the time. A month into camming and he was making over 54,000 yen a week! And now, with nearly 500,000 perverts at his mercy, it was much more. He started live streaming last year, and it went amazing. Until a new couple joined the camming business. Suddenly 'loving boyfriend rails his curvy brown haired slut' was all anyone wanted to see. This broccoli headed bitch stole half the damn site from almost every other cammer out there!

So there was only one thing Katsuki could do now.

He had to fuck someone on one of his streams.

He blew up the first time he fucked a flesh light, degrading the inanimate object like no tomorrow, easily being labeled one of the best doms out there. So the only way to get back on top was to dom a real person.

But he wasn't going to fuck one of his weird ass fans, god no. He needed to find someone close to him who would keep their mouth shut.

After brainstorming and browsing the most popular porn categories, he got an idea. The best way to narrow down his options for what type of person he'd need is by his audience. He quickly went to his profile insights, his eyes narrowing as over 60% were females. He quickly smirked, easily going back to the most popular categories and filtering out what he didn't want to do and what his audience wouldn't be into. And the one that came out ontop, was gay shit. Katsuki was going to dom a guy. And if it meant coming out on top over all the useless cammers, he'd fuck the shit out of a twink.

"Sorry man, I would've considered it back when we first graduated, but Hitoshi and Kyo would rather stab you than let me take your dick up my ass." Denki said, casually sighing and taking a sip of his coffee. The elders around the coffee shop gasped, giving nasty side eyes which Katsuki couldn't care less about. "What!?" He nearly shouted, Sero and Mina covering their mouths to prevent any laughter from coming out to the point their faces were turning red.

"Why not ask Sero-" "-Oh hell no! I'm not letting Katsudon fuck me on camera!" Sero shouted, ignoring Bakugou's glare from calling him Katsudon.

"You really need to fuck a guy for this? Why not stick to your usual content? No.2 is better than much else, right?" "Hell no! I'm the best and I'm going to prove I'm the fuckin' best! Denki's the only twink I know, so help me find another!" Katsuki yelled, a few families being rushed out of the shop.

After going through everyone that fit Bakugou's qualifications. They had nothing. Bakugou was ready to tear someone's head off at this point. After doing so much research, he didn't have the final piece.

"Hey Mina, you're a chick. What do you suggest 'suki do?" Denki sighed, folding in on himself. "I mean, we do love our gay shit man." He said in an inhale. "But why not get fucked instead? We know way more doms than we do twinks." She said, tilting her head. "Oh- Hell no!" Bakugou shouted, Sero wincing. "I'm the best fuckin' dom on this shitting porno site and I'm going to prove it!" "Sounds like a bratty bottom to me." Sero mumbled.

After more shouting and arguing. Kirishima finally arrived. "Sorry, my last client had a lot of knots in their back and thighs! Took a lot longer than I expected." He said with his happy smile, still wearing his scrubs and smelling like coconut oil. "Eiji~! Gimme a deep tissue massage!" Denki whined, rushing over and jumping face first into the bed. "He just gave massages all day dude, give him a break.." Sero mumbled, shaking his head.

And it was like a light bulb. His brain flashing to massage porn intro's being in the top 100 categories. "Kirishim!" Bakugou shouted firmly, standing up straight. Kiri froze, slowly turning to look at him with fearful eyes. "Y-Yes…?" "Let me fuck you for my cam stream." And it went dead silent.

And that's how they're here. Setting up the ring lights, almond oil on the shelves and a small white towel for Bakugou to cover his ass with. The plan was that Eijirou would get handsy during the massage and Katsuki would turn around and start domming him. Kirishima is bigger than Bakugou in the height and muscle department, but that was only going to make the plot better. Eijrou definitely wasn't telling him something. After hesitating to agree in the first place, and only after Bakugou promised a share of the money, Kirishima was just so...unnatural at this situation, his movements starting off as more dominating until he took it down to a submissive level.

Katsuki started the live, giving his quickly joining fans a cocky smirk before standing up, walking back and laying down on the black table.

The comments were filled with surprise and questions as to who the red haired hulk was beside the table, but they went unanswered.

Kirishima grabbed the bottle of almond oil, pouring some into his hands and quickly starting on Katsuki's thighs, gently rubbing into the muscles with experienced ease.

Bakugou's eyes widened at the feeling, his core already getting hot with desire. And as Kirishima's fingers went under the towel to his inner thighs, he fought a gasp. Comments filled with perverted comments telling the redhead to get more handsy and to give the blond a hand job with all the oil.

But as Eijirou put a knee on the table and nearly climbed over Katsuki to perfectly get his back, Katsuki started panting at the feeling. It wasn't the massage that was getting him. It was the feeling of Eijirou's crotch rubbing against the thin towel, his cock slightly hard underneath his black scrubs.

As it was about time for the script to move onto Katsuki domming Kirishima, Bakugou was stifling whimpers of shock and embarrassment. His cock aching for him to fuck Kirishima…..actually. His body was aching to be fucked by Kirishima.

As Katsuki was turned around, His eyes were teary, his fans taking quick, shocked notice and flooding the comments with surprise, degrading, perverted insults about how he looked like a twink instead.

Kirishima's eyes slightly widened at the sight, and as Bakugou swallowed his embarrassment and shock, he focused on his arousal and his own perverse desires. "F-Fuck me….instead.." He whispered, his eyes slightly squinting and blurring with tears.

Before he knew it, Eijirou was leaning over top of him with a slick hand around his neck. Bakugou couldn't help but moan at the pressure, his stream struggling to keep up with the influx of viewers and comments about the top 3 best doms getting put in his place by a rando.

Bakugou's mind wasn't on the donations anymore, not on the follower count or his ranking at this point. He was gasping for air as Kirishima roughly kissed and bit at his body, keeping an iron grip on Katsuki's neck. "Oh fuck yes- Was hoping to god I would be able to fuck your tight ass one day-!" Kirishima breathed against his skin, licking up his nipple to his jaw and nipping at him.

He suddenly ripped himself off the blonde, walking over to the camera and grabbing it, making a winky face at the viewers as he moved the camera to get a better view of Bakugou teary eyed, flushed and a line of red, darkening hickies and bites.

He got back on the table, roughly gripping Katsuki's thighs and harshly pushing them apart, an action that would probably make some other guy pull a muscle. He wrapped his arms around his spread thighs, pulling his hips up to meet his crotch, the pale skin against his dark black scrubs finally letting Bakugou and the viewers know what the newbie was packing, and it was a lot.

"H-Holy fuck-" Bakugou whispered out as his towel was ripped off of him, oil being grabbed off the table and the cap popped open. Kirishima paused, looking up to Bakugou, a silent plea for last minute permission. Katsuki's red eyes met crimson, and he swiftly nodded his head, accidentally earning more donations from the show of submission.

Eijirou lathered his fingers in oil, tracing the blond's pink hole carefully, giving the camera another adjustment so the viewers could see his perfect view as well; a red faced, teary eyed dom with his tight ass being slicked up so nicely.

The oil made Katsuki's muscle relax easily, becoming soft under the thick tanned finger, and as he swiftly plunged in the singular finger, Katsuki gasped with shock, his eyes going wide at the foregin feeling.

Kirishima slowly pumped his finger, adding slightly more oil every time his muscle got a bit too tight, slipping in more fingers every time his rim was soft. It felt like such a short amount of time between preparing to dom his best friend to being finger fucked by him. Eijirou's forearm had veins slightly protruding as he slammed his fingers into his friend at a pace that made vibrators look pathetic. Katsuki's pretty little back was arched so nicely, his muscles flexing and his toes curling, tears falling from his eyes as moan after moan was ripped from him.

"P-Please! I can't! I can't take it anymore!" He finally sobbed, shaking his head at the man's brutal pace, purposely avoiding his prostate after hitting it every couple times.

Kirishima smirked, slowly sliding his fingers out only to slide his thumbs inside, stretching the soft muscle as he pleased, showing off the blond's perfectly hot pink insides, his swollen rim slick and twitching. "So nice and pretty for me, hm? You wanna take my fat cock for the first time? Expose how much of a slut you are for cock? For my cock?" Kirishima said seductively, moving the camera again.

Katsuki nodded his head rapidly, his eyes glued to the hard to see bulge under his black scrubs. "Use your words, baby." Eijirou said firmly, palming himself. "Y-Yes- I want it-! I w-want your fat cock-!" He said, face flushing with embarrassment again. "Good boy~" He cooed, finally grabbing the hem of his pants and pulling them down.

It was almost like he struggled to pull the front down far enough, his cock just kept following, and once it finally got over his tip, his penis sprung up to lightly slap against his stomach before it weighed itself down. The camera got Bakugou's surprise and shock perfectly, the comments finally going quiet, almost as if everyone had to take in what they were seeing as well.

Kirishima grabbed the base of his cock, lifting it and letting it slap against Bakugou's hole, earning a slightly muffled whimper from the blond. He gently moved his hips, letting his cock slide smoothly against his hole, his tip teasing the smaller's balls. The comments were filled with encouragement and orders to get on with it.

Kirishima chuckled darkly, letting his tip catch on the rim, slowly pushing in. Bakugou's eyebrows furrowed before his mouth dropped and eyes widened with the pressure. He let out a guttural moan, his legs starting to shake.

As Eijirou bottomed out with a groan, Katsuki was shaking and whimpering, his own well endowed cock red and dripping precome.

The redhead pulled out before slamming back in, the blond shooting up with shock only to be met with a hand on his neck again, pinning him down as the Kirishima harshly forced his way between Bakugou's legs even more, only giving the blond a couple seconds to adjust before he started snapping his hips into the smaller man's ass. Bakugou took in one breath of air before lewd moans poured from him, his voice cracking every time his skin was slapped with another brutal thrust.

"Agh- P-Please-!" Katsuki nearly screamed out, Eijirou grabbing the back of his knees and pressing them back to meet his shoulders, effectively putting him in a mating press. "Please what, baby? Tell me what you fucking want!" Eijirou growled out, groaning as Katsuki's tight, slicked up boy cunt tried to milk him, pulsing and sucking him in with every movement. "I-I want it harder! Please- Please fuck me harder! Give me more!" Bakugou nearly sobbed, looking at where their bodies were connected with teary wide eyes. "Such a fuckin' slut-! Making all these people think you were a fucking dom, only to start begging for the first fat cock you see! Want it harder? Wanna feel my fat dick in you for days?" He growled, eagerly moving to grab Katsuki's ankles and awkwardly spreading them over Katsuki's head before turning him, ripping his cock out of his pillowy ass and nearly picking the blond up by his ass, grabbing the nape of his neck and forcing him on his knees with his head down.

He slammed back in, the blond nearly screaming once again as he set another brutal pace. "Y-Yes! Please, god yes! Fuck me more! Don't stop!" Katsuki sobbed, drool and tears staining his lewd face. "Wouldn't fucking dream of it! You love having your little boy cunt fucked, huh? Love how I fucking ruin you on this dick?" Kirishima growled, slapping a hand down on his fat ass, groaning loudly at the sight of all the excess muscle and fat jiggle even more.

Katsuki's ass slapped against Eijirou's abs every time he slammed into the boy, his back muscles looking so pretty at this angle.

"Oh shit- I'm gonna cum! Please make me cum! Don't fucking stop~!" Bakugou moaned, arching his back and lifting his ass up higher so Eijirou could hit his prostate at the best angle. "Haven't even touched your cock and you're gonna cum? Fucking do it! Cum on this cock, make it yours and I'll fuck you every day!" Kirishima promised, sharpening his thrusts to where all Bakugou could do is claw at the padded table and scream, staring into the camera as his orgasm was building higher and higher.

"I- Fuck! I'm fucking cummin'!" Bakugou screamed, his body shaking under Kirishima as his thrusts went unbroken, hurtling Katsuki into overstimulation. He started screaming for relief, but as Kirishima planted his hands into the curvature of Bakugou's spine, he started thrusting purely for his own relief. Groaning and growling above a sobbing Katsuki. "S-Stop! I can't! Slow down~ Please!" Katsuki begged, his cock trying to harden again. His body was on fire, every nerve fried with pleasure he'd never experienced, and Katsuki knew he was addicted.

"Almost fuckin' there! Gonna cum in your ass- Claim you, make you mine!" Eijirou groaned out, his balls drawing up tight as his own climax ripped through him, filling up the man's stomach with his cum.

He slowly pulled out, Katsuki in the same position even after Eijirou let go of him. He grabbed the camera, pointing it at Bakugou's gaping and cum filled hole, watching how he pulsed against nothing, forcing the cum to leak out of him despite his angle.

Not only did Katsuki make absolute bank while taking monster cock like a slut, he took the No.1 spot by over a thousand followers and ratings.

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wholesomemendes · 4 years ago

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Popcorn & Cuddles

Mendes Triplets Au

Summary: It’s movie night at the Mendes Triplets’ house, which means lots and lots of cuddles and attention for their best friend.

Author’s Note: I couldn’t find a picture to go with this and also I’m horrible at summaries once again. This is so fluffy it hurts and I love them so much. This includes all of our favorite triplets and its just simply adorable platonic friendships. Please tell me what you think and I hope you enjoy!

The scent of popcorn filled your senses as you situated yourself on the worn down couch of the triplet’s apartment. The seat was practically molded to your usual seating position from how often you sat there, but it only added to its comfort level. You placed all of the bottles of drinks onto the coffee table as Raul plopped down next to you, television remote in hand. “Any movie suggestions?”

“Not really, I haven’t really had time to look at any of the new movies out,” you told him, taking a sip of your soda before leaning back further into the couch. Peter rounded the corner, a bright grin on his face and arms full of blankets for everyone to use. He placed one on the recliner next to the couch for Shawn to use, placing the rest on your lap so he could get comfortable on your other side. You adjusted the blankets, wrapping one around your body as Peter did the same and then handing one to Raul to put on his lap. Peter immediately made himself comfortable on your lap with his head lying across your legs, allowing your hands to take purchase in his curls like he always loved.

A loud groan was heard behind you as Shawn approached the couch, grumbling to himself when both sides of you were taken, “This isn’t fair.” He placed the popcorn on the table before plopping into the recliner, crossing his arms with a boyish pout on his lips.

“What’s got your panties all in a twist?” Raul teased, small laughter spilling out of his mouth.

Shawn gave him a hard glare still angrily sinking into the chair like a child, “How come I had to get the popcorn tonight? You guys stole the comfy spots.”

“Because I got it last week.”

“And I got it the week before that,” Peter piped up before pushing his head higher up into your hands.

“And I always get the drinks. It’s tradition for you three to rotate popcorn duty, Peter will do it next week.” The youngest triplet groaned, mumbling out a “Don’t remind me” into your lap with a disappointed look on his face.

You had known the Mendes triplets for as long as you can remember, your family moving next door to them when you were only five years old. The four of you always sat on the bus together, played with each other after school, and frequently ate dinner at each other’s houses. You had sleepovers until your parents claimed you were too old to have sleepovers together (yet you still managed to sneak into the other’s rooms to have an impromptu sleepover that was unknown to both of your parents). Next thing you knew you were growing up, helping each other through first dates, first loves, and heart aches, always being attached to each other’s side no matter where you went. When college decisions had to be made, it was easy for you all to agree to stay together, even going as far as to live within a few miles of one another once you graduated. Yes, there were disagreements here and there, but when is there not? In the end you all loved each other platonically, no hidden feelings in between anyone because you all simply clicked and the moment you had seen those little curly headed boys leave their house when you were just a toddler, you knew you would become best friends as cliche as that sounds. Now almost eighteen years later you still made time to make plans together, setting Saturday nights as the official movie night at the Mendes’ apartment. And without a doubt, whichever one of the boys had to get the popcorn that night and didn’t get to cuddle up next to you was complaining for the rest of the movie. Shawn and Raul were the worst to listen to because they’d be voicing their opinions on why the popcorn system was unfair and would bicker with each other constantly over it to rub it in the other’s face that they were on the couch and the other wasn’t. However, Peter was the worst to watch. He didn’t say much, usually just grabbing three times the amount of blankets he usually has as he curled himself into a ball in the recliner looking like a sad puppy that just wanted cuddles. It took everything in you from leaving the couch in favor of wrapping yourself around him until he smiled again, but you already knew how that would go over with the rest of the triplets. One week you even suggested that you get the popcorn and sit in the recliner so there was no more fighting. That only caused more fighting because they told you that they didn’t want to cuddle with each other, they wanted to cuddle with you, which led to Shawn and Raul insulting one another on why they wouldn’t want to lay together while Peter just clung to you like a koala from behind. You were thankful though that there were little complaints on Shawn’s end tonight besides the typical grumbling due to the long week at work you had and your desire to just relax with your best friends.

Raul switched on the first Harry Potter movie, which was never questioned on a movie night and typically led to the next few weeks being a continuation of the series, before placing the remote back on the table and throwing his right arm around your shoulders. You leaned into him, letting him mindlessly play with the loose strands of hair that had fallen out of your messy bun while you did the same with Peter’s. “Your hair’s getting really long, Pete,” you whispered as the intro played, pulling his hair out to its full length.

“I know,” he mumbled into the blanket, almost half asleep from you massaging his head, “I need to get it cut soon.”

“Don’t, it’s easier to play with when it’s long.”

“My hair’s long too, you can play with it if you’d like,” Raul smirked as he grabbed your free hand to bring it up to his head.

“Nah, I think I’m good with Peter’s,” you teased, watching as he feigned offense with a hand over his heart.

“Is my hair not good enough for you?” he laughed, still trying to force your hand into his hair, “Play with my hair woman-” you glared at him- “Please?”

“Fine,” you sighed, playfully rolling your eyes before sticking your hand straight into his unruly curls. He had taken a shower prior to your arrival so there was no product in them, allowing the curls to stick out everywhere and make them even softer.

“I want my hair played with.” You turned your attention to where Shawn was whining in his seat, body slumped under a blanket.

“Next week, I promise.” The only response from him was another dissatisfied humph as he sunk down further into the recliner.

The movie progressed with you cuddled up to Raul’s side, eyes drooping shut while Peter was fast asleep in your lap, Shawn busy munching on some popcorn off to the side. The end credits rolled and Raul stretched his arms out, causing you to move slightly with an annoyed groan, as he reached out to turn the tv off. “Where are you going tonight, sweetheart?” he whispered to you, not wanting to completely wake you out of your sleepy state.

“She’s coming with me,” Shawn replied while he moved to get out of his seat, “It’s only tradition after all.” The spare room in the boys’ apartment was filled with musical equipment, painting supplies, photos Peter had taken, you name it. They could have easily made it into a guest bedroom, but seeing as you were the only one that typically stayed over, and they had a pull out couch if they really needed an extra bed, they used it as a miscellaneous room and you slept in one of their beds with them if you didn’t go home. It wasn’t like it was anything new, you guys cuddled all of the time and the triplets were very affectionate people, so it was an unspoken rule that if it got too late to go home after movie night, you stayed in the room of the triplet that didn’t get to sit next to you on the couch. You didn’t mind when they fought over your attention, you secretly loved it, always feeling so loved and protected by the boys you thought of as family.

Shawn made his way over to you, lightly shaking Peter to wake him up before scooping you up in his arms and heading for his room. He placed you down carefully under the sheets, allowing you to get comfortable against him as he laid down next to you, opening his arms up for you to squeeze into. You were almost fast asleep when the door cracked open slowly then shut again before a heavy weight made the bed on your side dip. “What are you doing? Get out of here,” you heard Shawn whisper as you cuddled further into him for warmth.

“No, the heat’s not working in my room again and I don’t feel like fixing it right now.” You quickly recognized the voice as Peter’s and the feeling of him scooting behind you, trying to wrap himself completely around you only solidified your assumption.

Raul, who had heard Peter’s door opening from next to his room, let his curiosity get the best of him as he made his way over towards the middle triplet’s room, “What’s going on in here?”

“Not you, too,” Shawn groaned, holding you tighter against him, “She’s mine.”

You giggled at his selfish nature, feeling the bed move once again. “Peter, move.”

“No, Raul, I got here first.”

“She’s in my room so technically neither of you should be in here.”

“I don’t care. Peter, move.” The youngest sighed, adjusting himself so that he was slotted between your legs towards the bottom of the bed. You turned onto your back, much to Shawn’s dismay, allowing Peter to move up your body and rest his head on your stomach. You were completely encompassed with warmth as Shawn and Raul latched onto you from both sides. All of you felt perfectly content in that moment, all snuggled up to one another and just as inseparable as the day you met.

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wiypt-writes · 4 years ago

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Stark Spangled Banner

Ch37: Fourteen Million, Six Hundred And Five Part 1- Wakanda Forever.

Intro: Thor, Rocker and Groot arrive on Nidevallir and the god quickly realises something is wrong. Meanwhile, on Titan, Tony is trying desperately to rally the rest of the Guardians into some sort of organised unit, whilst in Wakanda it isn’t the organisation that the rest of the Avengers is having issues with…

Warnings: Bad Language words.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

A/N: So I HAD to write Thor and Tony’s POV over the IW chaptres too, because, frankly, they had some of THE best scenes in Infinity War, and I love that freaking Norse God Himbo and chaotic Stark chemistry so bad! I know this is Katie and Steve’s fic, but Steve had so little screen time in this film all things considered…we were so robbed!!! @angrybirdcr once again, beautiful editing!

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Chapter 36 Part 2

Stark Spangled Banner Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Oh how Thor missed his hammer! How had it all gone so terribly wrong? He’d left Earth and his friends three years ago to go hunting those wretched stones and had failed, miserably. Now his Father was dead, his brother was dead, Heimdel was dead, half his people were dead. His home planet was gone, he only had one eye, and if he didn’t stop Thanos then his friends on Earth weren’t going to fare much better than the ones on Asgard had.

He chewed the inside of his cheek, his left knee jiggling a little bit with nervous anticipation as his mind flickered to Little Stark and the Captain. He wondered how they’d been getting on, how the few years post their marriage had been for them, whether there were any Little Little Starks or Little Caps roaming around…

“So, dead brother, huh?” Thor looked up to see the rabbit was stood a few feet away, pressing buttons on a screen as he spoke. “Yeah that can be annoying.”

“Well, he’s been dead before.” Thor huffed. "But this time, I think it really might be true.”

“And you said that your sister and your dad…”

“Both dead."

"You guys still got a mom, though?” The Rabbit pressed.

“Killed by a dark elf.” Thor replied, monotonously.

“Best friend?”

“Stabbed through the heart.”

“And you sure you’re up for this particular murder mission?” Rocket asked, frowning slightly.

“Absolutely!” Thor forced a smile, as he looked at the animal “Rage and vengeance, anger, loss, regret. They’re all tremendous motivators. They really clear the mind. So I’m err, good to go.” He nodded firmly, making a fist.

"Yeah, but this is Thanos we’re talking about he’s the toughest there is.”

“Well, he’s never fought me.” Thor deadpanned.

“Yeah, he has.” Rocket shrugged, and Thor took a deep breath.

“Well, he’s never fought me twice. And I’ll be getting a new hammer, don’t forget.”

“Well, it’d better be some hammer.”

There was a pause before Thor took a breath.

“You know, I’m fifteen hundred years old,” he began, looking at nothing in particular as he pondered over things. "I’ve killed twice as many enemies and every enemy I have faced would have rather killed me, but none succeeded. I am only still alive because fate wants me to be.” At that point he paused and couldn’t help but smile at a conversation he had had with the Captain about fate bringing him and Little Stark together. The Captain didn’t believe in fate, but he did. "Thanos is just the latest in a long line of bastards, and he’ll be the latest to feel my vengeance.” Thor nodded firmly as he concluded. “Fate wills it so."

"Mhm.” Rocket hummed hesitating, but he knew he had to ask, “And what if you’re wrong?”

“Well if I’m wrong, what else could I lose?” Thor sniffed, and wiped at the tear that had escaped from his eye before he headed to the front of the pod to take a seat.

“Well, if fate does want you to kill that crap-sack, you’re gonna need more than one stupid eyeball.” Rocket held out his paw as he headed to the seat in front of Thor.

“What’s this?” Thor frowned, eyeing the object that the rabbit had given him.

“What’s it look like? Some jerk lost a bet with me in Contraxia.”

“He gave you his eye in return?” Thor frowned.

“No, he gave me a hundred credits. I snuck into his room later that night and stole his eye.”

“Thank you, sweet rabbit.” Thor smiled, pulling the patch off of his left eye to push the eyeball into the socket.

Rocket grimaced. “Ooh, errr, I would’ve washed that before, erm…” He swallowed and shook his head. “The only way I could sneak it off Contraxia was up my-” He was cut off as an alarm started. “Hey we’re here.”

Thor frowned as he stood up to get a closer look out of the front of the pod. “I don’t think this thing works,” he slapped at the side of his head, his new eye spinning in the socket. “Everything seems dark.”

“That’s not the eye.” Rocket took a deep breath as they all stared out of the cockpit at the black sky and surrounding area in space.

They docked and slowly made their way off the pod and carefully made their walked across the dark terrain of the planet.

“I hope these dwarves are better at forging than they are at cleaning.” Rocket looked around at the junk that lay all over the place as Thor glanced over the deserted area, a puzzled expression on his face. “Hey, maybe they realized they live in a junk pile in the middle of space.”

"The forge hasn’t gone dark in centuries.” Thor shook his head. No, he could feel it. Something was very, very wrong.

“You said Thanos had a gauntlet, right?” Rocket stopped walking.

“Yes. Why?” Thor asked, searching the sky. For what he didn’t know.

“Did it look anything like that?”

Thor turned and looked over to where Rocket was pointing and his blood ran cold as he saw, sitting upon one of the stone tables, a mould for the gauntlet Thanos was wearing when he attacked his ship. Suddenly, realisation washed over him.

Thanos had been here. And that wasn’t good. At all. In fact it was about as far from good as anything could be.

“I am Groot?”

“Go back to the pod.” Thor commanded before something struck him hard and he went flying through the air as Rocket and Groot scattered in the opposite direction.

Thor pushed himself up, and turning round, he saw the large mass coming towards him. Scrambling backwards he fell against something, hard and held his hands up, palms open in a placating manner.

“Eitri, wait!” He called loudly. “Stop! It’s me!”

"Thor?” The Dwarf paused, fist still raised as Thor gave a node. “Is that you?”

There was a pause and the Dwarf dropped his hand slightly. Thor swallowed and looked up at him, taking a deep breath. “What happened here?” The god asked.

“You were supposed to protect us!” the Dwarf cried, his voice cracking “Asgard was supposed to protect us!”

“Asgard is destroyed,” Thor choked out, getting to his feet. He pointed to the gauntlet on the table. “Eitri the glove, what did you do?”

Eitri let out a shuddering breath as he stumbling over to a wall and fell heavily upon it, sliding down to the floor. “Three hundred dwarves lived on this ring. I thought if I did what he asked, they’d be safe. I made what he wanted. A device capable of harnessing the power of the stones. And he killed everyone anyway. All except me. ‘Your life is yours,’ he said. 'But your hands…your hands are mine alone.’” With that the dwarf raised both his hands and Thor felt his eyes widen as he saw they were covered in in metal from the forge.

Thor paused, but then he shook his head. No, this wouldn’t do. He needed a new hammer. There had to be a way.

Even in the word can’t there’s the word can…

Little Stark’s voice echoed in his head, a line he had heard her say once to Barton just before the archer had thrown a pop tart at her head. Man he would kill for a pop tart right now.

But no, she was right. He wasn’t giving up

“Eitri, this isn’t about your hands”. Thor shook his head. “Every weapon you’ve ever designed, every axe, hammer, sword it’s all inside your head. Now I know it feels like all hope is lost. Trust me, I know. But together, we can kill Thanos.”

***** Tony, Peter and Dr Strange had arrived on Titan. But they were greeted with a not-so-welcoming party. After a bit of a struggle, Tony had some blue faced dude on his back, repulsor raised whilst one of the other guys had Parker in a headlock, gun pointed at his head. As they faced off against each other, the man pointing the gun at Peter spoke.

“Alright, everybody, stay where you are, chill the eff out.” His helmet disappeared to reveal a dark haired man, his eyes darted across the three of them. “I’m gonna ask you this one time. Where’s Gamora?” What the fuck?

Tony gave a groan of exasperation as he removed his helmet and looked at the man. “Yeah, I’ll do you one better. Who’s Gamora?” “I’ll do you one better!” The man under Tony’s foot spoke “Why is Gamora?”

”Tell me where the girl is, or I swear to you, I’m gonna French-fry this little freak.” The man tightened his hand on Parker and Tony felt his temper snap.

“Let’s do it! You shoot my guy, I blast him. Let’s go!” He yelled, extended his nano-tech cannon and pointing it straight at the guys face.

“Do it, Quill! I can take it.” The man snarled at him.

Jesus Christ it was like arguing with Rogers.

“No, he can’t take it!” The woman with the strange antennae insisted.

“She’s right. You can't.” Dr Strange but in, completely deadpan, his tone bored.

“Oh yeah? You don’t wanna tell me where she is? That’s fine. I’ll kill all three of you and beat it out of Thanos myself.” The man they now knew to be Quill glanced at Parker. “Starting with you.”

“Wait, what. Thanos?” Before Tony could say anything, Strange beat him to it. “Alright, let me ask you this one time, what master do you serve?”

”What master do I serve?” Quill looked at him, sarcasm dripping from his voice and body language. “What am I supposed to say, Jesus?”

“You’re from Earth?” Tony looked at him, suddenly cottoning on.

“I’m not from Earth. I’m from Missouri”

“Yeah, that’s on Earth, dip-shit.” Tony spat, with the tone of someone talking to a very, very stupid person, which in all fairness he appeared to be doing. “What are you hassling us for?”

“So, you’re not with Thanos?” Parker spoke for the first time.

“WITH Thanos?!” Quill scoffed indignantly “No, I’m here to kill Thanos! He took my girl. Wait… who are you?”

“We’re the Avengers, man.” Parker remoeved his helmet and mask.

“Oh” Quill relaxed his hold a little.

“You’re the ones Thor told us about!” The bug looking woman exclaimed excitedly.

“You know Thor?” Tony whipped round to face her, barely keeping the excitement out of his voice. They could use Point Break, man could they use him!

“Yeah. Tall guy, not that good-looking,” Quill sniffed as Parker gave him an incredulous look, “needed saving.”

Dr Strange paused before he asked the question Tony was dying to know the answer to. “Where is he now?”

“Took my pod, my food, my rucksack and went off to find a new hammer to kill Thanos with.” Quill shrugged as he released Parker completely. Dr Strange and Tony exchanged a crestfallen look. It didn’t appear like they were going to get any help from Thor where they were but maybe, just maybe, the rest of the Avengers would.

As they were now allies of sorts, the group all introduced themselves properly and Quill began to walk around the ground, holding out some kind of scanner, or spirit measure, Tony wasn’t sure which.

“What the heck happened to this planet? Its eight degrees off its axis.” He muttered “Gravitational pull is all over the place.”

In the background Mantis was jumping up and down, floating higher than she should have been able to, almost as if she was jumping on some trampoline. Tony watched her for a second before an idea formed in his mind.

“Yeah, we got one advantage. He’s coming to us. We’ll use it.” He said, firmly. “All right, I have a plan” he looked round at the group, “or at least the beginnings of one. It’s pretty simple. We draw him in, pin him down, get what we need. Definitely don’t wanna dance with this guy. We just want the gauntlet.”

At that Drax gave a loud yawn and Tony glared at him.

“Are you yawning? In the middle of this, while I’m breaking it down? Huh? Did you hear what I said?”

“I stopped listening after you said we need a plan.” Drax shrugged honestly

“Okay, Mr. Clean is on his own page.” Tony looked at Quill for help.

“See, not winging it, isn’t really what they do” Quill pulled a face, almost apologetically.

“Uh, what exactly is it that they do?” Parker asked.

“Kick names, take ass.” Mantis replied with all the ferocity of an eight week old kitten.

“Yeah, that’s right” Drax nodded as he settled into a stance, facing the remaining Avengers.

Right there Tony took it all back. This was nothing like trying to deal with Rogers.

Cap was a stubborn son-of-a-bitch, but he was smart. He would listen and would get them to listen too. As Tony paused, for the first time in ages actually wishing Rogers was in front of him, an expression of deep hopelessness crossed his face before he spoke again “Alright, just get over here, please. Mr. Lord, can you get your folks to circle up?”

“Mr. Lord, Star-Lord is fine.” Quill motioned to Drax and Mantis to come and listen.

“We gotta coalesce.” Tony tried again in a softer voice. “ Cause if all we come at him with is a plucky attitude…”

“Dude, don’t call us plucky. We don’t know what it means.” Quill shook his head, and internally Tony died a little more. Alright, we’re optimistic, yes. I like your plan. Except it sucks, so let me do the plan, and that way it might be really good.”

“Tell him about the dance-off to save the universe.” Drax interjected.

“What dance-off?” Tony frowned.

“It’s not a… it’s not… it’s nothing” Quill shook his head.

“Like in Footloose, the movie?” Parker interjected.

“Exactly like Footloose!” Quill looked at him excitedly “Is it still the greatest movie in history?

“It never was.”

“Don’t encourage this, alright?” Tony rounded on the kid as Quill wore an expression that looked like the wind had been completely sucked out of his sails. “We’re getting no help from Flash Gordon here”.

“Flash Gordon? By the way, that’s a compliment. Don’t forget, I’m half human” Quill pointed at Tony and Peter “So that fifty-percent of me that’s stupid? That’s a hundred-percent you.”

“Your math is blowing my mind.” Tony deadpanned.

“Excuse me, but…” Mantis spoke, and Tony looked at her, before his attention was taken by Strange and he frowned again. “Does your friend often do that?

The Wizard was sitting cross-legged, floating slightly above the ground, his hands poised in a mystic gesture with the Time Stone glowing brightly in the pendant round his neck. Green vapour like energy swirled around him, his cloak billowing behind, as if caught on a breeze. His head was jerking rapidly from side to side, the motion blurring, but almost like he was looking for something.

Tony stepped towards him “Strange! We alright?”

Suddenly, Strange snapped out of his trance and fell forward, letting out a cry. Tony gently caught him.

“You’re back. You’re alright”

“Hey, what was that?” Parker asked.

“I went forward in time to view alternate futures,” Strange panted slightly as he caught his breath, looking at Tony, eyes wide, “to see all the possible outcomes of the coming conflict.

“How many did you see?” Quill asked

“Fourteen million, six hundred and five.”

Tony wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer to the next question, but he asked it anyway. “How many did we win?

There was a pregnant pause as Dr Strange stared intently at him for a moment before he took a deep breath and looked Tony straight in the eyes. “One.”

*****

"How are we looking, Bruce?” Natasha spoke nto the coms device glancing back over her shoulder, prompting Katie to do the same, where she could see Bruce running behind the hovercrafts in the giant Hulk buster suit. He’d been unable to get the Hulk to come out, sheepishly explaining they were having issues, so Steve had suggested calmly as everyone else had almost had a meltdown, that this was the next best thing.

“Yeah, I think I’m getting the hang of it,” Bruce responded sounding excited, “it’s so amazing! Man it’s like being the Hulk without actually…” He was cut off as he tripped over a piece of rock jutting out of the ground and crashed to the floor. Katie sighed and turned her attention back out across the vast Wakandan land.

“I’m ok. I’m ok!”

“Steve,” Katie swallowed, catching her husband’s attention. He turned to look at her over his shoulder, but she found she didn’t really know what she wanted to say. She was worried, scared, underprepared.

“I know.” Steve responded with a soft voice, instantly understanding her, he always did. He reached round to pull her to him, his left arm over her shoulder, trying to lend her some comfort as they continued their journey, the wind whipping their hair as they sped across the planes.

Eventually the hovercrafts began to slow before they came to a stop, the Wakandan warriors easily jumping off the side of the craft and falling into line. Steve hopped down, turning to Katie, both his hands on her waist as she jumped and he lifted her down, her feet landing on the dry, brown grass of the Serengeti that stretched for miles around them.

"Alright I’ve got two heat signatures breaking through the treeline.” Rhodey informed from high above. Instantly, Steve and Katie’s eyes flew upwards to watch him zooming overhead as T'Challa in his panther suit led them all to the centremost group where the Wakandans had started up a war chant.

“Thank you for standing with us.” The king spoke to a large man dressed in furs getting his own block ready for battle. The man said something in their language shaking T'Challa’s hand, before the king looked back at the barrier and the ships surrounding it and then turned to Steve who nodded. Katie took a deep breath and pressed the star on her bangle. The nano-particles spread up her arm, across her chest and down, encasing her completely in her suit.

Steve’s eyebrow raised at the action. “So that’s new.” He quipped, a sideways smile spreading across his face and Katie shrugged.

“Nano-tech, apparently.” She engaged her helmet and began running her scanners. “I can’t get a lock on what’s in those ships though.”

“Well, let’s go find out.” Steve suggested gently, and along with Natasha and T’Challa, they headed to the edge of the dome. The tall, blue haired woman they had grappled with in Edinburgh was there with a huge beast they hadn’t seen before, one of the ones that had attacked New York. As they watched, she drew her sword across the force field which fizzled as she tested the strength, cocking her head to the side.

“Where’s your other friend?” Katie asked her and Steve almost rolled his eyes at her deliberate dig. The woman glared at her.

“You will pay for his life with yours. Thanos will have that stone.”

“That’s not gonna happen.” Steve’s voice remained even, not a threat as such, simply a statement, as he raised his chin and looked her straight in the face.

T’Challa, however, was much more aggressive as he spoke and Katie looked at him, surprised by the normally mild mannered man’s fierce tone.

“You are in Wakanda now.” He glared at their foes. “Thanos will have nothing but dust and blood.”

“We have blood to spare.” The Woman smirked a little as she brandished her sword with a snarl. Behind her, the ships started raising their outer hulls.

Knowing that was about as much a conversation as they were getting, and as much of one as he wanted, Steve gestured with his head and the four of them made their way back. Steve made sure Katie and Natasha were in front of him, just in case, and every so often he threw a glance over his shoulder as the ships continued to open.

“They surrender?” Bucky asked as Steve took up his place at his best friend’s side, Katie falling in line to Steve’s right.

“Not exactly.” Steve huffed.

Katie glanced round Steve over to Bucky and nodded to the gun in his hand “Sure you can handle that, sweetheart?”

Steve let out a snort and his mouth curved into a grin as he recalled Bucky saying the same thing to her almost two years previously. Bucky gave a bark of a laugh and winked at Katie who raised an eyebrow, smirking. Then the three of them turned their attention back to the edge of the dome and, as they watched, a horde of what looked like mutated dogs rushed through the trees and foliage, heading straight for the barrier.

T'Challa began to chant with his army, repeating the war-cry loudly, as the blue horned woman thrust her sword down and the creatures rushed forward smashing themselves into the barrier without care.

“What the hell?” Bucky muttered watching the creatures try to force themselves in, but every limb and body part that passed through the field ended up being cut off.

“Looks like we pissed her off.” Nat pointed out.

“Just a little.” Katie turned her head to look at her.

Steve remained still, observing, sizing up his opponent as ever, not flinching an inch even when he spotted that some of the creatures managed to get halfway through before they were cut in half.

“They’re killing themselves.” Okoye breathed in shock as the creatures carried on.

The front line of the blocks of warriors quickly raised their shields when they noticed a small handful of the creatures had actually managed to get through, their badly burnt bodies cantering across the plains towards them. With a command from T'Challa the army began firing weapons at a few that drew near.

“Honey.” Steve turned to Katie, taking a deep breath. He didn’t want her to leave his side but they needed all the fire power they had. With a nod, and a quick squeeze of his hand, she engaged her helmet and launched herself into the air.

She drew up alongside Sam, who turned his head to grin at her as she sped alongside him. Despite the situation, she couldn’t help but put herself into a little twirl, allowing the euphoria at being up there again, fully suited after so long, to take her away for a moment. But then, it was down to business and the two of them began to work in tandem, dropping missiles and bombs at the stragglers.

“You see the teeth on those things?” Sam’s astonished voice said

“Alright, Kiddo, let’s go. Back up, Sammy,” Rhodey warned, as he flew along the edge of the dome, dropping more bombs on the creatures that were still partially getting through, “you’ll get your wings singed.”

Katie surged forward, taking the opposite side of the dome, engaging her shoulder cannons, blasting away the ones underneath, but then FRIDAY locked onto some of the creatures on either end of the swarm who had begun to make their way further from the main pile running along the outside of the barrier that circled the city.

“They’re spreading out!” Katie called in warning.

“Cap, if these things circle the perimeter and get in behind us,” Bruce echoed, “there’s nothing between them and Vision.”

“Then we better keep them in front of us.” Steve responded calmly, his gaze not once faltering as he simply watched the edge of the dome.

“How do we do that?” Okoye scoffed.

“We open the barrier,” T’Challa replied with resolve. Steve turned to look at him, taking a deep breath. “On my signal, open Northwest Section Seventeen.”

“Requesting confirmation my king…you said open the barrier?”

“On my signal.” He confirmed his instructions.

Steve lifted his arms, engaging the shields that T’Challa had given him, as Sam and Katie continued to circle high up, shooting a few more strays before they flew over the assembled troops, hovering and waiting for the command.

T’Challa stepped forward before the armies, crossing his arms before his chest. “Wakanda forever!” he cried out.

“Wakanda forever!” was the answering shout from his people before they all took off running for the barrier.

“NOW!” T'Challa shouted into his communicator, and a small portion of the barrier opened, allowing the creatures to spill.

Steve ran with T’challa, the pair of them forging ahead of the running army at super speed as they sprinted in unison. Upon reaching a shallow stream, they both launched themselves up and over, propelling themselves at the creatures and from there the battle was on.

Katie was swooping, shooting, diving, taking out as many of the creatures as she could. The weapons upgrades Tony had made were amazing-she had the ability to turn her gauntlet into a sword of sorts, she had a shield, guns…you name it and FRIDAY was on hand to remind her exactly what she had and automatically use them when needed. All in all, it was the best Supernova suit her brother had ever developed, and she felt hopeful that his latest Iron Man one would be good enough to keep him safe wherever he was.

Steve, meanwhile, was hammering the pointed end of his shields into any of the creatures that came near enough. Bucky was gunning down those that came towards him, the Wakandan Warriors were using their spears and guns. The animals weren’t hard to take down, a decent hook or shot to the head did it, but they were persistent and there was so damned many of them…

“How much longer, Shuri?” T'Challa’s voice rang in Steve’s ear as he kicked another one of the animals straight in the mouth sending it flying.

“We’ve barely begun, brother!”

“You might want to pick up the pace!” T’Challa urged.

“Please do…” Steve found himself muttering as he pounded another of the creatures, feeling its scull crush beneath his knuckles.

*****

Thor had managed to get the Forge started again, using the pod and a large rope to pull the stuck rings into a spin, but then the iris had snapped, leaving nothing for it. He had to open it himself.

“All-fathers, give me strength.” He mumbled as he rolled his shoulders preparing to grab either side of the iris.

“You understand, boy?” Eitri warned. “You’re about to take the full force of a star. It’ll kill you.”

“Only if I die.” Thor cracked his neck as he took a deep breath. He had to survive, fate willed it, he was going to kill Thanos.

”Yes. That’s what…killing you means.” Eitri frowned, utterly boggled at Thor’s words.

Thor pulled down on the two levers, bringing them towards him and the iris began to open. The stream of pure, stellar energy blasted past him and into the forge once more. Thor grit his teeth as the force of the full beam of the star burned through him, like nothing he had ever felt before.

“Hold it! Hold it, Thor!”

The metal ingots began to melt and Thor let out a yell as he felt his skin burning, until he could hold it no more and his grip slipped. He fell down into the forge, bouncing limply off a structure and landing on the floor, harshly as Rocket, who had followed in the pod, grimaced. The thud Thor’s body made as it landed was enough to make Groot look up from his game.

“Thor! Say something. Come on. Thor, you okay?” Rocket asked, looking at the god who appeared as far from okay as you could get.

Eitri was clumsily and urgently pulling the mould, which was still glowing red hot. onto the floor. He broke it loose from the frame, punching it with his metal fists to free the axe head.

“I think he’s dying!” Rocket stuttered, looking up urgently for help

“He needs the axe!” Eitri said, frantically “Where’s the handle? Tree, help me find the handle!”

As the two sides of the axe head lay glowing on the floor, Groot looked sadly at Thor, as Eitri was desperately searchin for the handle. Then, realising he could help, the tree scowled with determination and stood, extending his fingers towards the parts of the axe-head, growing them at extraordinary speed. As he twined them around the metal, he cried out at the burning pain but didn’t hesitate, slamming them together and locking them permanently into one structure by winding the growing vines around them. He raised it high above his head and, with a mighty cry, chopped his extended arm with the other hand to sever it.

Thor lay motionless, but then his fingers twitched, and the new weapon levitated in a crackle of lightning echoed by the sparks between the God’s fingers…

***** Chapter 37 Part 2

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Dan Torrance x Fem Reader Pt.1

A/N: @merci-bitch This is the pain in the ass post I have been messaging you about since this morning, lol. Anyways now that that is out of my system: Hello lovelies! This is the pt 1 of the intro fic I wrote about Danny with it revolving around Rose that tons of you have been asking about.

I am going to warn you by saying this post will leave you with a lot of questions and a lot of ‘how dare you’s’ and questions. Many of which will be eventually answered. It is a sad fic.

Link is going to be above on my page since it wouldn’t load. Enjoy!

As The Knot got everything all set up with Violet, Rose was in the process of tucking you into bed in her camper. It was far enough away that Rose knew you wouldn’t hear any of Violet’s screaming but you could get to her just in case you needed her.

“Now,” She gently laid you down in her bed. “I’m going to be spending the night in daddy’s trailer but if you need me, I’ll be just next door. Okay?”

“Okay, mama.” Rose kissed the top of your head. “That’s my girl.” She began to pull the covers over you. “You had fun today?” You nodded. “I guess.” Just as you were about to lay your head against the pillow you reached out and realized you were missing something. “Wait!”

“What’s the matter?” You scanned the bed up and down. “My pillow. I can’t find my special pillow I hug at night.”

“The one I gave you with the Celtic Knot on it or the one daddy gave you?” Rose got off the bed and scanned the floor. “The one you gave me.”

“I don’t see the Celtic one but, I do see this one.” Rose held up your pillow that Crow gave you that had a mix of all different types of flowers on it. “Is that okay?”

“Yes mama.” You would of been lying though if you said you weren’t a little disappointed. You could of sworn you had both of them this morning. Rose set the pillow next to you and you snuggled close to it. “It smells like daddy’s cologne.” Rose grinned. “It does, doesn’t it?” You nodded and she leaned down to kiss both your cheeks. “We love you. You know that, right?”

“I know.” Rose hinted at a smile. “Goodnight, my sweet girl.” You kissed her nose. “Night, mommy.” Rose flicked the light switch near the bed. “You’re sure you’ll be okay?” She asked. “I’m sure.” You could make out the nodding of Rose’s head in the darkness and she gave you a small wave before she left her trailer.

The darkness from earlier began to set in again and you moved your head somewhat under the blankets as you squeezed the pillow.

(Danny? Are you still up?)

(Yeah, what’s up?)

(I’m scared.)

(Don’t be. Think of it like pictures. It’s not real.)

(But they are though. What if it comes to get me?)

(Then I’ll be here to help you. If you need me, I’m right here.)

(Thanks, Danny.)

….

Around 12 am, you felt a warm arm draped around you snuggled close to it, thinking it was Rose. “I thought you were spending the night with daddy.” You breathed in, expecting to smell cotton and flower but instead all you got was the stench of decay.

The person laying next to you in bed sat up and just as you were about to let out a scream, she placed a finger onto your lips. It was the lady from earlier.

“Shhh..it’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you.” You let out a cry and tears started streaming down your face. “Shhh..please don’t cry. You’re too pretty for that.” Your real mother ran her fingers through your hair before kneeling down and stepping away from the bed. Your crying wasn’t lessening any and she sighed. She noticed a piece of fabric sticking out from the sides of the bed and pulled it out. “Hey, is this yours?” She held up your special pillow from Rose.

You wiped your eyes and nodded. “You found it!” You whisper yelled and took it out of her hands, holding your pillow close to your chest. Slowly you began to calm down and eventually you met her eye. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Y/n.” Despite the black and blue all over her face, you thought the spirit sitting infront of you was pretty. “What’s your name?” She smiled bitter sweetly at the question. “You can call me a friend for now if you’d like.”

“Okay,” You hummed sweetly and hesitantly reached out to hold her hand. “I’m sorry I ran from you before but I thought you were going to hurt me..Although I don’t think you would. I feel like I’ve seen you before.”

“You have.” There were tears in her eyes but she refused to let you see them. “From where?” You asked. “That doesn’t matter. This world is a dream of a dream to me now. All that matters is that I protect you.”

“Like an angel?” She nodded. “Yes, somewhat like that.” You cracked a hint of a smile. “Good, because I like you. You seem nice.” You wrapped your arms around her. “I’m glad you think so. I can’t stay long but I want you to know that when you’re in trouble, when you’re in pain, I hear you. And I’m going to do the best I can to protect you, got it?”

“Got it?” You nodded and she smiled. “You’re a sweet girl, Y/n. Stay as sweet as you are.” Before you could respond she was already gone but this time, you didn’t feel so alone and scared in Rose’s RV. You felt safe.

You laid back down on Rose’s bed, hugging your pillow tightly. “I promise,” You mumbled into the air. You heard footsteps on the stairs to RV and you squeezed your eyes shut as if you were sleeping as the door gently swung open.

You felt a calloused hand brush over your face and you knew it was Crow. He smelled of iron and dirt and you had to try your hardest not to make a face. “Is she asleep?”

“Deeply and soundly. She lasted over three hours, Rosie. I’m surprised Y/n didn’t wake up.”

‘Lasted? What do they mean?’ You thought to yourself.

“I’m surprised she didn’t either. She was loud too. Anyways, I’m going to get cleaned up. You coming or not? One of the few times we can do our thing without having the kid around.” Rose asked impatiently. “I am. Just give me a minute. I didn’t get to say goodnight to her.”

As you heard Rose walk away you felt Crow press a kiss against your temple. His mustache tickled your face and you smiled softly. “I love you,” He whispered softly and ran a thumb across your cheek.

“Crow!” He stepped away from you. “Coming, coming..” Crow shut the door behind him and you opened your eyes. “Something is definitely not right.” You felt a rush of warm air wrap around your stomach.

(Don’t worry about it..at least for now. You won’t see me again for a while, Y/n.)

(Why?)

(Because, Ka is a wheel and all comes round.)

….

“….Y/n! Y/n!” Crow chased after you. “Just don’t!” You begged and threw your suitcase in the trunk of your car, trying to make your way to the driver side door but Crow was determined. “Y/n..Y/n, stop.” He wrapped his arms around your waist. “N-no.

"Think about what you’re doing, Y/n. How much you leaving would hurt all of us,” Crow grunted as you tried to break free of him.

“There’s nothing you can say that is going to make me make up my mind. I know, you know. About everything,” You continued to fight him.

“What?” He asked. “You know what, Crow,” Rose answered for you. “I tried protecting the both of you. I really did. She though, seemed to need a bit more persuading. Isn’t that right, Y/n?” The more he looked at you, he noticed tiny bruises on your wrist and realized there was probably more in other places he couldn’t see.

Crow scanned the group of people around and slowly reality began to set in. Every single one of them knew. His posture stiffened and Crow’s grip on you loosened. “Rosie, we talked about this when she first entered the picture. This isn’t okay.”

“We also had a talk about how I didn’t want you to grow attached to her because we didn’t know how everything was going to pan out and look how that turned out.” His eyes locked with yours as if he was trying to find something to try and keep you there with him but there no love in your gaze. It was hurt. Hurt that he and Rose caused. “Y/n-”

“I’m sorry. I love you like you’re my dad because you practically are, but I can’t be here anymore.” Fear unlocked an almost unnoble reserve and he looked at Rose almost as if he was begging her do to something.

“Let her leave, Crow.” Rose smiled gamely. “She’s old enough to make her own decision and know that she’ll have to deal with the consequences on her own and by herself. Isn’t that right, Y/n?”

You narrowed your eyes at Rose, extending a saddened glare to Crow. “Y/n..” You shook your head and opened your car door. “I’m sorry.”

“Y/n baby..” You shut the door in his face and put the key in the ignition. “Y/n- Rose, make her stop!”

“I can’t and I won’t. You want to continue to coddle her and live a false reality, go right ahead. The little bitch fails to realize that those rube fucking pigs would of never of been able to provide for her and then because she realizes the truth she wants to run. Over 10 years of time I wasted. I want nothing to do with her right now.” He let out a frustrated sigh and placed his hand against your window.

(Ignore her. She’s being ridiculous. Y/n, please honey.)

(No.)

(Well if you won’t come back will you at least look at me?)

You let out a sigh and hesitantly did as you were asked.

(I know what we did was wrong but I love you, honey. Even when we thought you would just be here for the steam, I loved you. I still love you, sweetie. Please, just get out the car and stay home.)

(I know you do and I love you too, believe me, I do. Even after everything she’s fucking done to me, I love her to. This though..all the pain I’ve caused to the kids even I didn’t directly hurt them, and their familes..it’s not right. And she stole me. You both took me from people who also loved me and then you killed my mother and that’s not right, either.)

(Y/n-)

(You kill other people’s children so why should either of you deserve to have me?)

The question was met with silence for a few moments. “Y/n-” You could of sworn you seen him crying out of the corner of your eye but you refused to acknowledge it. You knew if you did, you’d cave in and that was the last thing you wanted. You wouldn’t give Rose the satisfaction of making an example out of you more than she already had. Even after everything they all did, you still had a soft spot for the bastard. He was going to have to suffer. You had no other choice.

“Goodbye, Crow.” You began to drive away. “Y/n! Y/n..”

(I’m sorry.)

(Y/n, come on. I…)

His voice began to fade away in the distance and you let out a sob. Even though you couldn’t hear him, your emotions were still synced though and you felt like you were being stabbed in the heart.

(YOU LITTLE BITCH! HE WON’T EVEN FUCKING TALK TO ME. LOOK AT WHAT YOU’VE DONE!)

Bam! You let out a cry as you fell of your bed, gripping onto your childhood pillow. “I hurt him, I hurt him,” You hicupped and let out a soft scream. “I hurt him..”

You felt a hand running gently through your hair and you seen your biological mother’s see through form standing above you. “He hurt you too. Don’t feel so bad.”

“I know but-” She interrupted him. “You still love him a little bit?” You nodded and sniffled. “Yeah.” She kissed the top of your head. “I was the same way with your father even when he started beating me. It’s not a good mentality to have.”

There was a pause. “What about the woman in the hat?” You furrowed your brow. “Rose?” She nodded. “I don’t know honestly. I had a good relationship with her until she seen you. I think she knew she wasn’t going to have control over me and that’s when she started hitting me..” You started crying hysterically all over again.

“I know..I know.” Your mom took your hand in her’s. “Some of all this is my fault too. I let it happen with your father and then the crow let it happen, even if he didn’t mean for it to happen but you got to let go of this though, sweetie. You’re such a good person and you deserve so much better.”

“I’m afraid though. Because what happens when I move on. When I forget it all? Or what if when I finally do settle down with someone, it’s just a repeated cycle all over?” She kissed the top of your head. “Ka is a wheel and everything comes around so it will never truly go away but, I will say it does get better. I can say no more. Okay?”

“Okay.” She ran a hand over your cheek. “Take care of yourself honey.” Before you had a chance to respond she was already gone. You rubbed your face and forced yourself to sit up. “God, what time is it?”

“Oh, it’s only 10..shit, it’s ten o'clock! Shit! Shit! Shit!” You ran over to your closet and began to throw clothes on. “Shit.” Your phone began to ring and you answered. “Hello? No, no..I’m on my way. Sorry, I got stuck in traffic..Yes, sir..I’ll be careful. Bye.”

…

Later on that night you laughed with a few of the regulars at work as you poured them shots. “Come on, Y/n. I’m being dead serious.” You shook your head. “A pretty girl like you, you could have any job in the world and any man you want. Why settle on dump like this with jerks like us?”

“It’s not a dump. Look at it this way, someone always has it worse.” They mumbled in agreement. “I’m just saying though Y/n/n, you’re worth so much more than this.”

“I know, but I’m happy and that’s all that matters.” You noticed a new face sitting at the other end of the bar and put on that fake smile you mastered so well. “What can I get for you, handsome?”

“Jack and coke, please. Oh, and a beer.” You nodded and took out a tumbler and some ice. “Don’t think I’ve ever seen you here before. There a name you go by?”

“It doesn’t matter.” You had to bite your lip to try and hide your disgust at his attitude. “I see.” You placed the glasses down infront of him. As you did so your eyes interlocked and your blood ran cold. “Danny?” The man sitting across from you stiffened and his eyes searched your face before reaching out, gently cupping it. “Y/n..oh my god. Y/n?”

“Yes!” Your eyes started to tear up and you nodded happily and walked around the bar to hug him. He reeked of alcohol but you didn’t care. “How are you?” You asked with a smile even though you already knew the answer from the emptiness in his eyes.

“Hanging in there..I’m just so happy to see you. It’s been so long. Physically at least,” He chuckled. “Over 20 years,” You recollected. “What have you been up to in that whole time, anyways? It was like you just..disappeared.”

“I’m sorry,” You hummed softly. “No, no..I get that life gets hectic sometimes.” You nodded. “Yeah..I’ve been moving around.” He nodded. “Well yeah, you said your family is pretty nomadic right? They running away from something?” You could tell he was joking but you couldn’t help but feel the coldness you buried deep down inside ringing through you.

“I-” He gently caressed your shoulder. “I’m joking..I’m joking although it’s alright if you don’t want to talk about it.” When he leaned in close you could see a few flies on his clothes and chills ran up your spine. “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing..I just thought I seen something.” You smiled at him sweetly. You didn’t know whether Danny bought the excuse or not, but either way he didn’t seem to care.

“God, I just can’t believe you’re infront of me. I missed you.” He took your hands in his and gently squeezed it. “What time are you supposed to get out.”

“12-”

“Actually you can leave now if you want to, Y/n.” You turned to look at your coworker. “Are you sure?” You asked. “Yeah, it’s slow and you’ve been here all day.” You smiled appreciatively and looked at Danny. “Just let me do my cash out really quick and then we can head back to my place if you want.”

“Yeah, that’s fine.” He took his last swig of beer and patted your shoulder. “I’ll meet you outside.” You nodded and watched him walk out the door. “You’ll be okay with him going home with you?” Your coworker asked.

“Yeah. I know he looks rough on the outside but I promise he’s a nice guy.” She let out sigh. “Okay, just if he pulls anything, don’t hesitate to let me know.”

“I won’t. See you around.”

….

An hour and a half and two pizzas later, you and Danny found yourselves lounging out on the couch in your apartment and a quarter of the way 'Natural Born Killers’

It was an interesting movie and your inner cynic found yourself loving the irony of it all but you weren’t 100 percent focused on the movie. Every once in a while you found your gaze drifting off to watch Dan.

He had a drinking problem. There was no doubt in your mind about it just what caused him to have this change was a mystery to you.

“You uhm..do this frequently?” You asked softly as you watched Dan take another swig. He dropped the empty bottle of Jack Daniels to the floor and unceremoniously moved you closer to him, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. Normally you would of protested such actions but you knew you could trust Danny even though it made you a little uncomfortable.

“Yeah, unless I’m at the bar..Y/n, am I making you uncomfortable?” He gestured to the way he had his arms around you. You debated on telling him the truth but didn’t. Whatever it was that was bothering him, you wanted to alleviate just a little bit. “No, no..you’re good.”

“Cool.” You didn’t know if it was the liquor talking or him letting loose but he pulled your head close to his chest. “You know, even though I only seen you once besides this time, I never forget about you. How pretty I thought you looked.”

“That’s very sweet, Dan.” He let out a yawn. “I don’t know why there’s something about you that’s like a magnet. Like I’m attached to you.” A fly landed on his arm and you squeezed your eyes shut. “I feel the same way,” Your voice wavered. Dan looked down at you and you tried to block tears from coming out. You were going to have to say something. You couldn’t just let him end slowly killing himself. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just-” You fanned your eyes, trying to stop that whining tone in your voice. “I’m just very happy to see you. That’s all.” It wasn’t completely a lie and even if Dan wanted to look into it, you knew he couldn’t. His steam was too polluted from the liquor.

“Well-” He plopped a kiss sloppily on the top of your head. “I’m glad to see you too.” Dan tightened his grip around you, zoning off to the movie. “Are you staying the night?”

“Only if you’re comfortable with it.” You nodded. “Yeah, that’s fine. If you want to take my bed for the night, you can. I don’t have a problem sleeping out on the couch.”

“No, no. It’s your house.” He ran a hand up and down your arm. “You’re freezing.” He grabbed the blanket on the arm of your couch. “Danny, that really isn’t necessary-oh okay.” He threw the blanket over the two of you anyways and you snuggled close into it. “Thanks.”

“Of course.” His eyes were starting to drift shut and you ran your thumb across his clothed sternum, tracing little shapes on him. “Why are you doing all this for me?”

“Because, I miss you and I care about you. We’ll talk more in the morning.” He grunted slightly. “About what?” There was a slight amount of fear in his voice. “You’ll see in the morning. Go to sleep, Danny?”

“You’ll stay with me?” You nodded. “If that’s what you want.” Dan patted your hair and smiled softly. “You’re too good for me, Y/n. Too good for anyone.” You smiled tightly and nuzzled closely to him. “Good night, Danny.”

“Night, Y/n.” You stayed up a little while after he fell asleep and looked down at the liquor bottle at the floor. He was at the end of the bottle.

The movie was finished and the light that radiated out from the credits shined down on the bottle. There were those flies all over the bottle too. You wanted to take and smash it against the wall but instead you held Danny’s hand, planting a gentle kiss on it. Even when he was sleeping, he didn’t look at peace.

You squeezed your eyes shut and even though you didn’t even believe in god, you began to pray. “Make it stop..make all the pain stop.”

….

The next morning when the two of you woke up you stood in your kitchen making breakfast as Dan had his head in your trash can.

“I know being special the way we are is hard sometimes.” You threw some spinach into the pan. “But Danny, this..this isn’t the way to cope.” You paused for a moment. “You ever hit rock bottom, Danny?”

He ceased his vomiting for a moment and looked up at you. “If rock bottom is vomiting, I’ve had worse,” He sniffled. You looked out the window in your kitchen and smiled cynically. “I have. Not with drinking, but with depression. It takes you places you could never picture yourself being, with people you think love you but in reality they couldn’t give a damn. Rock bottom is not a good place to be.”

“So I’ve heard.” Dan shifted uncomfortably on the ground and got up, sitting at your dining room table. “I don’t know how that works with drinking but I imagine that’s where you’ll end up soon, Danny. Rock bottom.” You set the cure all hangover omelette down infront of him and it made him feel sick. He wanted a drink. Desperately. “I-i can control it if I want to.”

“Sure you can. That’s why you’re thinking about raiding my refrigerator right now and sorry, not trying to disappoint but I don’t drink.” Danny looked hurt and you let out a sigh. “I’m sorry. I’m not trying to hurt you but look-” You sat down across from him and held his hand in yours. “I want to help you.”

“I can’t let you.” You furrowed your brows. “Why not?” He covered his face with his hands. “If I did, I’d scare you away. I’d never see you again. The things I’ve done and seen, experienced- You wouldn’t understand.”

“Wanna make a bet on that?”

“Why? Because mommy and daddy gave you no love?” You frowned at him. 'Two can play at this game, sweetheart.’ You smiled in a tight lipped manner. “Which ones?” Dan furrowed his brows. “What?” You shook your head. “Nothing. That’s a story that can wait for later, anyways-” You could feel Dan trying to go through your head and locked him out. “Hey!”

“I said it’s a story for later. Why are you trying to start with me?” You yelled. “And why are you trying to help me?!”

“BECAUSE I CARE ABOUT YOU, DANNY!” His posture slumped down, slightly taken aback by your yelling. “B-but I don’t deserve it, Y/n. Really, I don’t.”

“If I didn’t think you were a good person, I wouldn’t try to help you. I would not be having this talk with you if I thought you were a scum bag because I know that’s what you think you are, but you’re not. Look, I know you don’t want the help right now because you 'don’t have a problem’ and can 'control it’ but when you are ready, I want to help you.”

“You think you’re ready for all my baggage and more?”

“100 percent.” Your eyes interlocked and Dan began to smile. “What’s so funny?” You asked. “Nothing..I just-I like it when you argue with me.” You furrowed your brows. “You do?”

“I do.” Your serious expression faded into a smile and you giggled. “What am I going to do with you, Danny?”

“Deal with me, like you always have,” He laughed and took a bite out of his omelette. You took a bite of yours and hesitantly stared him. You could see he didn’t want the help yet but he trusted you and that was enough for now. You had a feeling he would be coming back to you again. The two of you were magnets and as long as you cared, you’d find each other.

Later on as he got ready to leave you stood at the doorway all teary eyed. “Promise me that I’ll see you again?” You held his hands in yours and your eyes interlocked. “I promise.” He placed a kiss on the top of your hand and pulled you into a hug. The two of you stood their for a while, holding onto each other. His touch healing your pain and yours to his.

Part of you wanted to beg him to never let go and just stay but you couldn’t do that. Not yet anyways. You didn’t have to be in Dan’s mind to know that he didn’t want the help with the help and no one could make him get it if he didn’t want it. He was going to have to suffer and you prayed Rose wouldn’t get to him before you did because that would of been even worse than seeing him hit rock bottom.

Eventually he released you from his grasp and gave your hand a gentle squeeze. “You know where I am if you need me, okay?” Dan nodded. “I know. Thanks for everything, Y/n.”

“You’re welcome. I’ll see you around, Danny.” He gave a small, appreciative smile. “I’ll see you around.” Your eyes gazed at each other longingly as he shut the door and you let out a sigh once he was out of eye shot.

You sunk down to the floor and curled your knees up into your chest, almost rocking yourself back and forth. “You care too much. You know that, right?” You looked at your biological mother’s ghostly figure. “Please tell me he’s going to be alright.”

“He’ll be fine, as will you.” Tears started streaming down your cheek. “I-i just..I don’t want him to be in pain anymore. I feel something for him and the thought of something happening to him, knowing I could of prevented it just-” You broke down into sobs and you felt her lay a hand on your shoulder. “I know..I know.”

Meanwhile Dan stood in the parking lot of your apartment building, staring up at your window longingly. Somewhere deep down he knew the drinking was going to kill him but he knew he’d see you. Just when and why was the question he didn’t know the answer too.

8 months later:

BANG! “I’m coming! I’m coming!” It was two in the morning and you were nearly half dressed, as you just got out of work a few hours ago and were exhausted.

You unlocked the door. “You better have a good-” You stopped what you were saying and stared at the person on your doorstep in wonder. “D-danny? Danny, what are you doing here this late?”

His eyes were bloodshot and his face stained with tears. He looked like a man who hadn’t slept in years and smelled of cheap women’s perfume. He didn’t say anything and simply wrapped his arms around you. “Danny?”

He heaved a sob and ran his fingers through your hair. “You were right about me, Y/n. You were right. I-i need help and I don’t know what to do!”

“O-okay..okay.” You pulled him inside and shut the door behind. “You’re the only one I have left..” His leg muscles gave out and he slowly slumped down to the floor as you his weight along the way.

You pulled him into your arms and kissed the top of his greasy hair. “Don’t leave me, Y/n! Promise me you won’t leave me!”

“I promise,” You whispered softly and cradled him close to your chest. You could see your mother looking at you from the shadows approvingly. “I promise..”

#doctor sleep #dr sleep #dan torrance #Danny Torrance #The Shining #rose the hat #crow daddy #the true knot #imagine #imagines #x reader #x fem reader #stephen king

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Stark Spangled Banner Ch 37: Fourteen Million, Six Hundred and Five...

Intro: The World’s Mightiest heroes are scattered across the universe: Steve leads his team into battle alongside T’Challa in Wakanda, Thor, Rocket and Groot arrive on Nidavellir and Tony, Strange and Spiderman head to Titan where they encounter the remaining Guardians and form a plan to take down Thanos on his home planet.

But, as the saying goes...united we stand, divided we fall...

Warnings: Bad Language words.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

Stark Spangled Banner Masterlist

Oh how Thor missed his hammer! How had it all gone so terribly wrong? He’d left Earth and his friends 3 years ago to go hunting those stones and had failed, miserably. Now his Father was dead, his brother was dead, Heimdel was dead, half his people were dead, his home planet was gone, he only had one eye...and if he didn’t stop Thanos then his friends on Earth weren’t going to fare much better than the ones on Asgard had.

"So, dead brother, huh?" Thor looked up to see the rabbit was stood a few feet away, pressing buttons on a screen "Yeah that can be annoying."

“Well, he's been dead before," Thor huffed, "But this time, I think it really might be true."

"And you said that your sister and your dad?"

"Both dead."

"You guys still got a mom, though?" The Rabbit pressed

"Killed by a dark elf."

"Best friend?"

"Stabbed through the heart." Thor answered softly.

"And you sure you're up for this particular murder mission?" Rocket asked, frowning slightly.

"Absolutely!" Thor forced a smile, as he looked at the animal "Rage and vengeance, anger, loss, regret. They're all tremendous motivators. They really clear the mind. So I’m err, good to go.” he said, making a fist and smiling slightly.

"Yeah, but this is Thanos we're talking about he's the toughest there is."

"Well, he's never fought me." Thor deadpanned.

"Yeah, he has." Rocket shrugged, and Thor took a deep breath.

"Well, he's never fought me twice. And I'll be getting a new hammer, don't forget."

"Well, it'd better be some hammer."

"You know, I'm fifteen hundred years old," Thor began, looking at nothing in particular as he pondered over things. "I've killed twice as many enemies and every enemy I have faced would have rather killed me, but none succeeded. I am only still alive because fate wants me to be." At that he paused and couldn’t help but smile at a conversation he had had with the Captain about fate bringing him and Little Stark together. The Captain didn’t believe in fate, but he did. "Thanos is just the latest in a long line of bastards, and he'll be the latest to feel my vengeance.” Thor nodded firmly as he concluded “Fate wills it so."

"Mhm", Rocket hummed hesitating, but he knew he had to ask, "And what if you're wrong?"

"Well if I'm wrong, what else could I lose?" Thor sniffed, and wiped at the tear that had escaped from his eye before he headed to the front of the pod to take a seat.

"Well, if fate does want you to kill that crapsack, you're gonna need more than one stupid eyeball." Rocket said, holding out his hand as he headed to the seat in front of Thor.

"What's this?" Thor frowned, eyeing the object that the rabbit had given him.

"What's it look like? Some jerk lost a bet with me in Contraxia."

"He gave you his eye in return?" Thor frowned.

"No, he gave me 100 credits. I snuck into his room later that night and stole his eye."

"Thank you, sweet rabbit," Thor smiled, pulling the patch off of his left eye to push the eyeball into the socket.

Rocket grimaced "I would've washed that. The only way I could sneak it off Contraxia was up my-" He was cut off as an alarm started, "Hey we're here."

Thor frowned as he stood up to get a closer look out of the front of the pod. "I don't think this thing works," he said slapping at the side of his head, his new eye spinning in the socket "Everything seems dark."

"That's not the eye." Rocket said.

They docked and slowly made their way off the pod and carefully made their walked across the dark terrain of the planet.

"I hope these dwarves are better at forging than they are at cleaning," Rocket looked around at the junk that lay all over the place. “Maybe they realized they live in a junk pile in the middle of space."

"The forge hasn't gone dark in centuries." Thor said as he looked around, something was very, very wrong.

"You said Thanos had a gauntlet, right?" Rocket stopped walking.

"Yes. Why?" Thor asked, searching the sky. For what he didn’t know.

"Did it look anything like that?"

He looked over to where Rocket was pointing and his blood ran cold as he saw, sitting upon one of the stone tables, a mould for the gauntlet Thanos was wearing when he attacked his ship. Suddenly, realisation washed over him.

Thanos had been here..and that wasn’t good. At all. In fact it was about as far from good as anything could be.

"I am Groot?"

"Go back to the pod," Thor commanded before something struck him hard and he went flying through the air as Rocket and Groot scattered in the opposite direction.

Thor pushed himself up, and turning round he saw the large mass coming towards him. Scrambling backwards he fell back against something hard and held his hands up, palms open in a placating manner.

"Eitri, wait!" he called loudly "Stop! It’s me!”

"Thor?" The Dwarf paused, fist still raised as Thor gave a node. “Is that you?”

There was a pause and the Dwarf dropped his hand slightly. Thor swallowed and looked up at him, taking a deep breath. "What happened here?" The god asked.

"You were supposed to protect us!" the Dwarf cried, his voice cracking "Asgard was supposed to protect us!"

"Asgard is destroyed," Thor choked out, getting to his feet. He pointed to the gauntlet on the table. "Eitri the glove, what did you do?"

Eitri let out a shuddering breath as he stumbling over to a wall and fell heavily upon it, sliding down to the floor, "300 dwarves lived on this ring. I thought if I did what he asked, they'd be safe. I made what he wanted. A device capable of harnessing the power of the stones. And he killed everyone anyway. All except me. 'Your life is yours,' he said. 'But your hands...your hands are mine alone.'" with that the dwarf raised both his hands and Thor felt his eyes widen as he saw they were covered in in metal from the forge.

Thor paused, but then he shook his head. No, this wouldn’t do. He needed a new hammer. There had to be a way.

“Even in the word can’t there’s the word can…” Little Stark’s voice echoed in his head, a line he had heard her say once to Barton just before the archer had thrown a pop tart at her head…man he would kill for a pop tart right now.

But no, she was right. He wasn’t giving up

"Eitri, this isn't about your hands," Thor said shaking his head, "Every weapon you've ever designed, every axe, hammer, sword it's all inside your head. Now I know it feels like all hope is lost. Trust me, I know. But together, we can kill Thanos."

***** Tony, Peter and Dr Strange had arrived on Titan. But they were greeted with a not-so-welcoming party. After a bit of a struggle, Tony had some blue faced dude on his back, repulsor raised whilst one of the other guys had Peter in a headlock, gun pointed at his head. As they faced off against each other, the man pointing the gun at Peter spoke.

“Alright, everybody, stay where you are... chill the eff out.” and his helmet disappeared to reveal a dark haired man, his eyes darted across the three of them. “I'm gonna ask you this one time. Where's Gamora?” What the fuck? Tony gave a groan of exasperation as he removed his helmet and looked at the man. “Yeah, I'll do you one better. Who's Gamora?” “I'll do you one better!” The man under Tony’s foot spoke “Why is Gamora?!”

”Tell me where the girl is, or I swear to you, I'm gonna French-fry this little freak.” the man tightened his hand on Peter and Tony felt his temper snap.

“Let's do it! You shoot my guy, I blast him. Let's go!” he said, extended his nano-tech cannon and pointing it straight at the guys face.

“Do it, Quill! I can take it” The man snarled at him.

Jesus Christ it was like arguing with Rogers.

“No, he can't take it!” The woman with the strange antennae insisted.

“She's right. You can't” Dr Strange but in, completely deadpan, his tone bored.

“Oh yeah? You don't wanna tell me where she is? That's fine. I'll kill all three of you and beat it out of Thanos myself.” The man they now knew to be Quill said, turning to Peter “Starting with you.”

“Wait, what. Thanos?” Before Tony could say anything, Strange beat him to it Alright, let me ask you this one time: What master do you serve?”

”What master do I serve?” Quill looked at him, sarcasm dripping from his voice and body language “What am I supposed to say? "Jesus"?”

“You're from Earth?” Tony said, looking at him, suddenly cottoning on.

“I'm not from Earth. I'm from Missouri”

“Yeah, that's on Earth, dip-shit.” Tony spat, with the tone of someone talking to a very, very stupid person, which in all fairness he appeared to be doing “What are you hassling us for?”

“So, you're not with Thanos?” Parker spoke for the first time.

“WITH Thanos?!” Quill scoffed indignantly “No, I'm here to kill Thanos! He took my girl. Wait... who are you?”

“We're the Avengers, man.” Parker said, removing his helmet and mask.

“Oh” Quill said, relaxing his hold a little.

“You're the ones Thor told us about!” the bug looking woman exclaimed excitedly.

“You know Thor!?” Tony whipped round to face her, barely keeping the excitement out of his voice. They could use Point Break, man could they use him...

“Yeah. Tall guy, not that good-looking,” Quill said as Parker gave him an incredulous look, “needed saving.”

Dr Strange paused before he asked the question Tony was dying to know the answer to “Where is he now?”

“Took my pod, my food, my rucksack and went off to find a new hammer or something else to kill Thanos with.” Quill shrugged as he released Parker completely. Dr Strange and Tony exchanged a crestfallen look. It didn’t appear like they were going to get any help from Thor where they were but maybe, just maybe, the rest of the Avengers would.

“What the heck happened to this planet? It's eight degrees off its axis.” he muttered “Gravitational pull is all over the place” In the background Mantis was jumping up and down, floating higher than she should have been able to.

“Yeah, we got one advantage. He's coming to us. We'll use it.” Tony said, as the idea formed in his mind. “All right, I have a plan” he said, looking round at the group “ Or at least the beginnings of one. It's pretty simple. We draw him in, pin him down, get what we need. Definitely don't wanna dance with this guy. We just want the gauntlet.”

At that Drax gave a loud yawn and Tony glared at him.

“Are you yawning? In the middle of this, while I'm breaking it down? Huh? Did you hear what I said?”

“I stopped listening after you said, "We need a plan." Drax shrugged honestly

“Okay, Mr. Clean is on his own page.” Tony looked at Quill for help.

“See, "not winging it" isn't really what they do” Quill said, almost apologetically.

“Uh, what exactly is it that they do?” Parker asked.

“Kick names, take ass.” Mantis replied with all the ferocity of an eight week old kitten.

“Yeah, that's right” Drax nodded as he settled into a stance, facing the remaining Avengers.

Right there Tony took it all back. This was nothing like trying to deal with Rogers. Cap was smart, Cap would listen, Cap would get them to listen too. As Tony paused, for the first time in ages actually wishing Rogers was in front of him, an expression of deep hopelessness crossed his face before he spoke again “Alright, just get over here, please. Mr. Lord, can you get your folks to circle up?”

"Mr. Lord..Star-Lord is fine.” Quill motioned to Drax and Mantis to come and listen.

“We gotta coalesce.” Tony tried again in a softer voice. “ 'Cause if all we come at him with is a plucky attitude...”

“Dude, don't call us plucky. We don't know what it means.” Quill shook his head, “Alright, we're optimistic, yes. I like your plan. Except it sucks, so let me do the plan, and that way it might be really good.”

“Tell him about the dance-off to save the universe.” Drax interjected.

“What dance-off?” Tony frowned.

“It’s not a... it's not... it's nothing” Quill shook his head.

“Like in Footloose, the movie?” Parker interjected.

“Exactly like Footloose!” Quill looked at him excitedly “Is it still the greatest movie in history?

“It never was.”

“Don't encourage this, alright?” Tony rounded on the kid as Quill wore an expression that looked like the wind had been completely sucked out of his sails. “We're getting no help from Flash Gordon here”.

“Flash Gordon? By the way, that's a compliment. Don't forget, I'm half human” Quill pointed at Tony and Peter “So that 50% of me that's stupid? That's 100% you.”

“Your math is blowing my mind” Tony deadpanned.

“Excuse me, but...” Mantis spoke, and Tony looked at her, before his attention was taken by Strange and he frowned again. “Does your friend often do that?

Tony stepped towards him “Strange! We alright?”

Suddenly Strange snapped out of his trance and fell forward, letting out a cry. Tony gently caught him.

“You're back. You're alright”

“Hey, what was that?” Parker asked.

“I went forward in time to view alternate futures.” Strange said, panting slightly as he caught his breath “To see all the possible outcomes of the coming conflict.

“How many did you see?” Quill asked

“Fourteen million, six hundred and five…”

Tony wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer to the next question, but he asked it anyway. “How many did we win?

There was a pregnant pause as Dr Strange stared intently at him for a moment before he took a deep breath and looked Tony straight in the eyes. “One.”

*****

"How are we looking, Bruce?" Natasha said into the coms device glancing back over her shoulder, prompting Katie to do the same, where she could see the Bruce running behind the hovercrafts in the giant hulk buster suit. He’d been unable to get the Hulk to come out, so this was the next best thing.

"Yeah, I think I'm getting the hang of it," Bruce responded sounding excited, "It's so amazing! Man it's like being the Hulk without actually..." he was cut off as he tripped over a piece of rock jutting out of the ground and crashed to the floor. Katie sighed and turned her attention back out across the vast Wakandan land.

"I'm ok. I'm ok!"

"Steve," she said, catching her husband’s attention. He turned to look at her over his shoulder, but she found she didn’t really know what she wanted to say. Katie was worried, scared, underprepared…

"I know.” Steve responded with a soft voice, reaching round to pull her to him, his left arm over her shoulder, trying to lend her some comfort as they continued their journey, the wind whipping their hair as they sped across the plains.

Eventually the hovercrafts began to slow then came to a stop, the Wakandan warriors easily jumping off the side of the craft and falling into line.

"Alright I've got two heat signatures breaking through the treeline." Rhodey informed from high above as they all jumped down onto the grass. T'Challa in his panther suit led them toward the centremost group where the Wakandans had started up a war chant.

"Thank you for standing with us," he spoke to a large man dressed in furs getting his own block ready for battle. The man said something in their language shaking T'Challa's hand, before the king looked back at the barrier and the ships surrounding it. He looked at Steve who nodded. Katie took a deep breath and pressed the star on her bangle. The nano-particles spread up her arm, across her chest and down, encasing her completely. Steve’s eyebrow raised at the action, a smile tugging on his lips. That was pretty impressive and the suit…well, it looked pretty damned good too.

“So that’s new.” he quipped, a sideways smile spreading across his face and she shrugged.

“Nano-tech, apparently” Katie engaged her helmet and began running her scanners “I can’t get a lock on what’s in those ships though.”

“Well, let’s go find out.” Steve said gently and along with Natasha and T’Challa they headed to the edge of the dome. The tall, blue haired woman they had grappled with in Edinburgh was there with a huge beast they hadn’t seen before, one of the ones that had attacked New York. As they watched she drew her sword across the dome which fizzled as she tested the strength, cocking her head to the side.

“Where's your other friend?” Katie asked her and Steve almost rolled his eyes at her deliberate dig. The woman glared at her.

“You will pay for his life with yours. Thanos will have that stone.”

“That's not gonna happen.” Steve’s voice soft as he spoke, not a threat as such, simply a statement as he raised his chin and looked her straight in the face.

T’Challa, however, was much more aggressive as he spoke and Katie looked at him, surprised by the normally mild mannered man’s fierce tone.

“You are in Wakanda now.” he glared at her “Thanos will have nothing but dust and blood.”

“We have blood to spare” The Woman spoke simply. She brandished her sword with a snarl and as they watched the ships behind her started raising their outer hulls.

"They surrender?" Bucky asked as Steve took up his place at his best friend’s side, Katie falling in line to Steve’s right.

"Not exactly." Steve huffed.

Katie glanced round Steve over to Bucky and nodded to the gun in his hand “Sure you can handle that, sweetheart?”

Steve let out a snort and his mouth curved into a grin as he recalled Bucky saying the same thing to her 2 years previously. Bucky gave a bark of a laugh and winked at Katie who raised an eyebrow, smirking. Then the three of them turned their attention back to the edge of the dome and as they watched, a horde of what looked like mutated dogs rushed through the trees and foliage, heading straight for the barrier.

T'Challa began to chant with his army, repeating it loudly as the blue horned woman thrust her sword down and the creatures rushed forward smashing themselves into the barrier without care.

"What the hell?" Bucky muttered watching the creatures try to force themselves in but through the barrier, but every limb and body part that passed through the dome ended up being cut off.

"Looks like we pissed her off." Katie pointed out.

“Just a little.” Nat added, turning her head to look at her.

Steve remained still, observing, sizing up his opponent as ever. Some of the creatures managed to get some of their body wedged through before they were cut in half.

"They're killing themselves," Okoye breathed in shock as the creatures carried on.

Katie engaged her helmet and with a quick nod at Steve launched herself into the air and flew alongside Sam, twirling as she went. It felt good to be up there again, fully suited after so long. The two of them began to work in tandem, dropping missiles and bombs at the stragglers.

"You see the teeth on those things?!" Sam’s astonished voice said

"Alright, Kiddo, let’ s go. Back up, Sammy," Rhodey warned, as he flew along the edge of the dome, dropping more bombs on the creatures that were still partially getting through, "You'll get your wings singed."

Katie surged forward, taking the opposite side of the dome, engaging her shoulder cannons blasting away the ones underneath but then FRIDAY locked onto some of the creatures on either end of the swarm who had begun to make their way further from the main pile running along the outside of the barrier that circled the city.

"They're spreading out!" she called in warning.

"Cap, if these things circle the perimeter and get in behind us," Bruce echoed, "There's nothing between them and Vision."

"Then we better keep them in front of us," Steve responded calmly, his gaze not once faltering as he simply watched the edge of the dome.

"How do we do that?" Okoye scoffed.

"We open the barrier," T’Challa said with resolve. Steve turned to look at him, taking a deep breath. "On my signal, open Northwest Section 17."

“Requesting confirmation my king…you said open the barrier?”

"On my signal." He said again, issuing instructions.

T’Challa stepped forward before the armies, crossing his arms before his chest, "Wakanda forever!" he cried out.

"Wakanda forever!" was the answering shout from his people before they all took off running for the barrier.

"NOW!" T'Challa shouted into his communicator, and a small portion of the barrier opened, allowing the creatures to spill in.

Black Panther and Steve began to forge ahead of the running army at super speed, the two of them sprinting in unison. As they reached a shallow stream they both launched themselves up and over, propelling themselves at the creatures and from there the battle was on.

Katie was swooping, shooting, diving, looping, taking out as many of the creatures as she could. The weapons upgrades Tony had made were amazing. She had the ability to turn her gauntlet into a sword of sorts, she had a shield, guns…you name it and FRIDAY was on hand to remind her exactly what she had and automatically use them when needed. All in all, it was the best Supernova suit her brother had ever developed, and she felt hopeful that his latest Iron Man one would be good enough to keep him safe wherever he was.

Steve, meanwhile, was hammering the pointed end of his shield into any of the creatures that came near enough. Bucky was gunning any down that came towards him, the Wakandan Warriors were using their spears and guns… the animals weren’t hard to take down, a decent shot to the head did it, but they were persistent and there was so damned many of them.

"How much longer, Shuri?" T'Challa’s voice rang in Steve’s ear as he kicked another one of the animals straight in the mouth sending it flying.

"We've barely begun, brother," was the response.

"You might want to pick up the pace!" he said urgently

“Please do…” Steve found himself muttering as he pounded another.

*****

Thor had managed to get the Forge started again, using the pod and a large rope to pull the stuck rings into a spin, but then the iris had snapped, leaving nothing for it, but him to open it himself.

“Allfathers, give me strength” he mumbled as he rolled his shoulders preparing to grab either side of the iris.

“You understand, boy?” Eitri said, warning him “You're about to take the full force of a star. It'll kill you.”

“Only if I die.” Thor cracked his neck as he took a deep breath. He had to survive, fate willed it, he was going to kill Thanos.

”Yes. That's what... "killing you" means.” Eitri frowned, utterly boggled at Thor’s words.

Thor pulled down on the two levers, bringing them towards him and the iris began to open. The stream of pure stellar energy blasted past him and into the forge once more. Thor grit his teeth as the force of the full blast of the star burned through him, like nothing he had ever felt before.

“Hold it! Hold it, Thor!”

“Thor! Say something. Come on. Thor, you okay?” Rocket asked, looking at the God who looked as far from okay as you could get.

Eitri was clumsily and urgently pulling the mould, which was still glowing red hot onto the floor and broke it loose from the frame, punching it with his metal fists to free the axe head.

“I think he's dying!” Rocket said, looking up urgently for help

“He needs the axe!” Eitri said, frantically “Where's the handle? Tree, help me find the handle!”

As the two sides of the axe head lay glowing on the floor, Groot looked sadly at Thor as Eitri was desperately looking for the handle. Then, realising he could help, the tree scowled with determination and stood, extending his fingers towards Stormbreaker, growing them at extraordinary speed. As he twined them around the two parts, he cried out at the burning pain but didn’t hesitate, slamming them together and locking them permanently into one structure by winding the growing vines around them. He raised it high above his head and with a mighty cry chopped his extended arm with the other hand to sever it.

Thor lay motionless, but then his fingers twitched, and the new weapon levitated in a crackle of lightning echoed by the sparks between the God’s fingers…

***** Katie had no idea how many of the dog like animals she shot, or how long they had been at it. As she glanced around she spotted Steve was locked in combat with four of them, smashing into them with his shields, his face contorted in anger and concentration. She shot a ray taking off a few to try and give him a reprieve, but even more appeared and then something collided with her, taking her down to the ground with a crash. As she went to get up she was suddenly swamped. FRIDAY engaged the shield and it kept the most of them from gnashing at her with their ridiculously long teeth, but the sheer volume was preventing her from getting up. Shooting her thrusters she managed to take another few out, but the weight of them meant she merely moved herself backwards along the ground, she could get no height at all.

"There's too many of them." Bruce yelled into the coms echoing what everyone was already feeling. Steve was now that surrounded he could do nothing now but shield his face and lash out with his legs.

Katie shot again at the ones on top of her, but it was no good.

“FRIDAY…we got anything in this arsenal.” she yelled desperately.

A yell came from Bruce just as the AI answered. “I can super charge the cannon… but it will leave your weapons at 50% capacity…”

Before Katie could respond there was another loud whoosh and blast but this one was different and oddly familiar. Through the gaps the animals left she could just see a huge flash of flowing light, that was punctuated by a bright spectrum and then the animals that had been on top of Katie were gone as something flew around, knocking them off, leaving them dead on the ground, their bodies writhing under the shock of blue lighting.

She lay still for a moment, her chest heaving before she sat up, her helmet sliding away as she looked round with a smile, because she knew there was only one possible person who could do such a thing.

Steve found himself free and sat up, just in time to hear Banner laughing "Oh, you guys are so screwed now!" and he heard Katie’s loud exclamation of glee as the weapon, a huge axe, flew back to its owner. The beam of light in the middle of the field dissipated to reveal Thor, and rather randomly a Raccoon with a gun, and a tree creature standing by his side.

Katie landed softly beside Steve and she pulled him to his feet, her eyes shining with emotion before the pair of them spun to watch as Thor took one glance around the battlefield steely determination in his eyes as he turned his focus to where two of Thanos' warriors were.

"Bring me Thanos!" he demanded as he ran forward, slamming his axe against one of the nearest creatures, sending it flying away.

Katie looked at Steve again, both of them sharing as somewhat more hopeful glance, before they turned their attention back to the fight.

*****

Thanos had arrived on Titan, and boy was he a force to be reckoned with. He was huge, and even without the stones Tony had a feeling he would have been impossible to beat. Nevertheless, they had banded together, putting the plan into action, and had gained another ally in a blue woman. He had no idea who she was, but the Guardians did, and she was on their side so he didn’t question it. They needed all the help they could get. .

Finally, Dr Strange opened a portal, dropping Mantis down onto Thanos’ shoulders. She grasped his head with her hands and focussed her telepathic energy through her fingers, the tips of her antennae lighting up.

“Is he under?” Tony asked, pulling on the bonds he had Thanos’ arm in “Don’t let up.” “Be quick!” Mantis said, starting to cry “He is very strong.”

“Parker, help! Get over here” Tony said as he grabbed hold of the gauntlet. Peter moved to help him. “She can't hold him much longer. Let's go.”

Quill landed in front of Thanos, grinning as he began to taunt the Titan “I thought you'd be harder to catch. For the record, this was my plan. Not so strong now, huh? Where is Gamora?”

“My... Gamora...” Thanos grit out, groaning as Mantis kept him under control

“Oh, bullshit.” Quill shook his head “ Where is she?”

Mantis gave a small cry “He is in anguish.”

“Good.” Quill glared at him whilst Tony and Peter were still wrestling with the gauntlet.

“He… he… mourns” her cry was louder this time.

“What does this monster have to mourn?” Drax ground out, his voice strained with the effort of keeping hold of Thanos’ other arm.

It was Nebula who answered, her eyes shining with tears “Gamora”.

”What?” Quill looked at her and Tony glanced up, a cold feeling spreading across his stomach.

“He took her to Vormir” Nebula whispered, horror flooding her body and face as she understood exactly what happened “He came back with the Soul Stone, but she didn't.”

Tony grasped the danger of the situation and immediately withdrew his helmet and looked at Quill “Okay, Quill, you gotta cool it right now, you understand?

But the man wasn’t listening. He turned slowly to Thanos so Tony tried again, shouting his plea desperately. “Don't, don't, don't engage, we've almost got this off!”

“Tell me she's lying.” Quill shook his head before his voice became enraged “ASSHOLE! Tell me you didn't do it!”

“I... had... to” Thanos replied.

.“No, you didn't.” Quill said gently, his eyes filling with tears. “No, you didn't…”

Tony watched as the man continued to rage, and then, before they could do anything he drew his hand back and pistol-whipped Thanos twice in the face, causing Mantis to let go. “NO, YOU DIDN'T!”

“Quill!! Tony gave a yell as he leaped for the man’s arm, his helmet forming back around his head, but by doing so he left Parker alone to keep pulling the gauntlet. As Tony tried to calm quill down he was vaguely aware that Peter was shouting about the fact he had the gauntlet, but as Tony turned he saw Thanos snap out of his trance. He head-butted Mantis, before grabbing the edge of the gauntlet and throwing the woman off his shoulders.

They’d come so close, but their plan hadn’t worked. And now the fight was back on.

*****

Bucky had heard tales of Thor from both Steve and Katie, but seeing the man in person and his power was like nothing he could have possibly imagined. Not least because he seemed to have brought a walking, talking tree and raccoon with him. A racoon that was now stood shooting a gun into the crowd of creatures.

“Come get some space dogs!” the racoon fired his weapon and Bucky, who was a few feet behind him, spotted one of the dog things leaping at him. He grabbed the animal by the scruff of his jacket and held him at arms length, spinning around, firing his own M-249 at the same time.

“Come on, get some, get some, GET SOME!” The racoon yelled, before they were clear and Bucky dropped him. He looked up at Bucky with an impressed gleam in his eyes. Fuck, an impressed raccoon? Jesus Christ, Steve dragged him into the strangest shit at times.

“How much for the gun?” The racoon asked as Bucky fired off another burst of rapid fire.

“Not for sale.” Bucky said simply.

“Okay, how much for the arm?”

The animal wanted his arm. Bucky had no words, he just gave him a look and as he walked off he heard the racoon mumble “Oh, I'll get that arm.” and despite himself, Bucky gave a little snort as he jogged to where he was needed.

At the same time, elsewhere on the field, Steve and Katie were fighting in tandem. Steve slammed a shield into another two creatures as they leapt at them both whilst Katie jumped into the air, shooting and taking down another four. Just as the next group was about to hit them, another shockwave rocked the field, destroying the pack which was running towards them. Katie looked around to Thor who was stood a few feet away and she landed gently between him and Steve.

"New haircut?" Steve asked, his voice slightly winded as Katie retracted her helmet.

"I notice you've copied my beard," Thor shot back, grabbing at his chin with his hand. Steve nodded, and gestured to his face with one of his shields, still catching his breath. At that point he looked past Thor to see the tree creature at his other side extending a branch or arm and impaling three creatures on it, lifting them into the air. Something that should have shocked Steve, but he wasn’t sure if anything could shock him anymore.

"Oh, by the way, this is a friend of mine, Tree." Thor gestured to the creature.

"I am Groot!" the tree yelled, slamming the creatures to the floor.

Katie looked at Steve who was breathing hard from the exertion of battle. But still, ever the gentleman, he introduced himself politely to the tree-boy in return placing a hand to his chest.

"I am Steve Rogers." he paused looking around the battlefield seeing that at least for a moment they were in a respite with the Wakandan warriors handling the Outriders surrounding them. Katie observed Thor for another second before he grinned at her and she threw herself at him.

“Man am I glad to see you, I thought…” she stumbled over her words.

“I’m fine.” He said, reaching out to wrap an arm round her metal cased back and returned her embrace, lifting her slightly off the floor as he did so.

“But Banner, he said your ship…and Loki…”

“I’m the God of Thunder.” He said, shrugging slightly as if that explained anything, and then he sent his axe flying once more and set Katie down, as a pack began to surround the three. Katie reengaged her helmet and they continued fighting.

“What happened to your hammer?” Steve asked as the three of them circled, before he took another creature down with a blow to the head.

“My sister.” Thor grunted, throwing his axe again.

“You have a sister?” Katie frowned, shooting another creature with a beam.

“Had. She’s dead. I killed her. Well, a big fire demon did. The events of Ragnarok.” Thor caught his axe before swinging it straight into the head of one who had jumped at him “I thought Banner might have told you?”

“He mentioned it yeah, but to be honest we’ve kinda been a bit busy.” Katie’s teeth grit together as she off-loaded a shot from her shoulder gun to a creature which hit it straight between the eyes. It slumped to the floor but at the same time the ground began to shake.

“That’s errr…that’s not me.” Thor shook his head as Steve looked at him. The three of them turned to watch as the trees outside the barrier began falling being crushed by whatever was coming, then the dirt underneath the inside of the barrier moved like a wave and from it mechanical wheels like chainsaws sprung up.

"Fall back!" T'Challa’s loud voice sounded in their ears as the wheels separated, "Fall back now!"

“GO!” Steve yelled, looking at Katie and she shot up into the air. As she flew over the field she looked down and saw the wheels split all going in different directions taking out the creatures and Wakandan warriors alike with ease. The machines didn't seem to have any particular form of control or direction, just mowing down anyone in its path. She looked up as Sam and Rhodey joined her on either side.

“FRIDAY scan this thing for weaknesses…” Katie instructed. “The axle.” FRIDAY said, focussing in on it on the heads up display “You need to take it out.” “Go for the axle guys!” Katie swooped down. “Same time…” "Focus all fire on the left flank" Rhodey ordered as they began to shoot their various weapons.

"I'm doing it," Sam replied firing his guns where he was instructed but it was having little effect. Eventually, they managed to take one wheel down but as Katie circled up she saw that Natasha and General Okoye were right in it’s path, but so absorbed in the battle that they almost missed the set of chainsaw wheels coming straight for them, almost. Katie yelled a warning over the coms and was about to swoop down to pull them both out of harms way when suddenly Wanda dropped down in front of the other two women and surrounded the wheels in her red glow. She lifted them up lifting it up into the air then grunted throwing it back at a swarm of Outriders.

As Katie spiralled back upwards Okoye’s frustrated voice hit her ears. “Why was she up there all this time?" she huffed.

It was a boost having her on the field, Okoye was right. But the unease in Katie’s chest was rising as her being down there meant it left Vision open. Katie and Rhodey went back to try and take on another one of the huge wheels, managing to bring it down, but then they both stopped dead as Sam’s urgent voice called out "Guys, we got a Vision situation here!"

Katie looked over in the direction of the palace, just in time to see the android crashing out of the glass

"Somebody get to Vision!" Steve instructed loudly, before he was sideswiped by another of those damned dog things.

"I got him," Bruce responded

"On my way," Wanda’s voice also said. Katie turned to find her on the field, and as she did she saw one of Thanos’ warriors hit her hard across the face with her staff and she fell into one of the large trenches that the chainsaw-like wheels of the machine had created.

Katie swooped down to help, Natasha also sprinting across the field, sliding down into the trench behind the blue woman. As Wanda struggled to her feet, Katie landed next to Natasha.

"He will die alone," the blue woman growled at Wanda, and then to add even more insult added, "As will you."

"She's not alone." Natasha said simply. The woman turned around to see Natasha and Katie there, and then at the other side of her Okoye landed, spinning her spear, pointing it at the horned alien.

There was a slight pause before the alien growled and launched at them. Okoye was the first to be tossed aside, after getting a few good hits in, whilst Natasha and Katie continued to fight. As the alien leapt at Katie, she shot upwards, aiming a beam and a kick to the alien’s head. In the melee, Natasha was hit by a blow to the chest, sending her flying backwards and off to the left. Katie landed in front of her, sending a beam at the advancing alien’s chest, causing her to stumble, and before she could right herself and come at Katie again, she flew upwards, encased in a ball of red, straight into the path of one of the chainsaw wheels where she was easily sliced in half sending a spray of blue blood straight across Katie’s helmet visor and Natasha’s face.

"That's really gross." Nat said, propping herself up on her elbows and looking at Wanda who dropped to the floor, exhausted. Katie wiped the blood off her visor as she landed and pulled Natasha to her feet before she turned to Wanda.

“You ok?” Katie asked the younger woman and she nodded before she stood up

“We need to get to Vision.” she urged.

“Alright.” Katie nodded and turned to face the other women behind her “I’ll cover you all as best I can but if one goes down the rest keep going.” she said, “Our priority is that stone.”

They all nodded and Katie took off as the three women began sprinting with everything they had left. Katie did her best, blasting the creatures out of the way and grimacing as Natasha was taken down. They continued going, Wanda using her power to propel herself along. Okoye fell next, and then the yelp as Wanda fell almost made Katie rethink her strategy but she couldn’t. Instead she put on a spurt of speed, shooting forward. She had to get to Vision.

Meanwhile, Steve was running like he had never run before, and as he reached the clearing in the trees he saw one of the aliens bent over Vision, the tip of his staff trying to pry out the stone from his head. Steve tackled the alien at full speed, his shoulder driving into the man’s waist.

“Get outta here!” he yelled, jumping up as he began to trade blows with the alien, using his arm-shields to both land and deflect the blows. There was no movement so he turned to Vision again, issuing another instruction “Go!”

Steve kept blocking the alien’s weapon using his shields, finally knocking it from the alien's hands just before he was thrown over a fallen tree and pinned by his opponent's hand at his throat. Steve struggled, grabbing at the fingers gripping round his throat, but even with his physical abilities, he was struggling. But then suddenly, the blade of the staff emerged from the alien’s chest. Steve saw him splutter, then choke, before his grip on the soldier’s throat dropped him to the floor.

Katie landed besides him, her helmet sliding off as she offered her hand to pull him to his feet as Vision cast the alien aside before collapsing exhaustedly to the floor.

“Thanks” Steve panted, his breath ragged as he gently cupped her face before he strode to Vision "I thought I told you to go." He sighed, hauling him to his feet.

"We don't trade lives Captain." Vision replied simply, and both Katie had to smile at the android repeating Steve’s words back to him.

**** Tony was beginning to realise they had no chance against Thanos, certainly not whilst he had the stones he did. But that spurred him on even more, because if he got the rest, well it didn’t bear thinking about. With one last attempt he flew at Thanos who deflected the blow and picked him up by the helmet and blasted his midsection with the Power Stone. The gaps in nanite coverage were now extensive, as his armour was losing the ability to recover from the intensity of the damage. Tony struggled to one knee, and fired his right hand repulsor at Thanos, but he might as well have been using a fucking water pistol for all the good it did. With a grit of his teeth, Tony got to both feet as his suit tried to complete repairs, adding the beam from his left hand as well. Thanos walked right up to him, and backhanded the incomplete helmet completely off his head. Tony’s eyes grew wide as he crossed his arms to block a blow from Thanos' gauntlet, the Titan caught his left hand over his head. In desperation, Tony formed what was left of his right glove into a short sword, which Thanos easily caught, snapping it off clean and driving it through Tony's left side.

Tony’s body seized up in pain as Thanos walked him back until he collapse onto a rock, looking up at the man who had stabbed him with shock and hatred. the blood bubbling in his mouth.

This was it, Thanos was finally going to kill him, after six years of nightmares.

“You have my respect, Stark.” Thanos said, almost with a hint of regret “When I'm done, half of humanity will still be alive” he let go and straightened up. “I hope they remember you.”

Tony’s thoughts flashed to the people on Earth, more specifically Pepper and his Sister. He had failed them, again. His visions were coming true. He drew in a pained breath, the copper taste of blood surrounded his senses as Thanos raised the gauntlet, closing his fist and all four stones began to glow.

“Stop!” Strange yelled, sitting up painfully as he looked at Thanos. “Spare his life... and I will give you the stone”

“No tricks.” Thanos turns to him and Doctor Strange shook his head.

Despite Tony’s protest, Strange handed over the stone and Thanos dropped it into the thumb setting on the gauntlet, the energy pulse making him wince.

“One to go.”

At that point an energy blast hit the gauntlet right in the empty Mind Stone setting and Thanos grimaced in surprise as Quill, who was screaming in incoherent rage, flew towards him, firing with both hands. Thanos didn’t even bother responding to the assault. Instead he conjured up a portal and simply left. Star-Lord flew through where Thanos had been and crashed, rolling several times.

“Where is he?!” Quill stood up, his helmet sliding away.

With a grimace, Tony managed to stich up his stab wound as well as he could with his suit functions, but he was still weak and had no breath for answers.

“Did we just lose?” Quill asked, his voice now fearful.

Tony turned to Dr Strange and looked at him, shaking his head sadly “Why would you do that?” his voice cracked slightly. After everything they had done to try and stop him getting the stone, after the Wizard himself saying he wouldn’t hesitate to let anyone die to keep it safe, he just handed it over.

“We're in the Endgame now.” Dr Strange looked at him. And Tony could do nothing but sigh, and slump back against his rock, hoping that the guys on Earth would fare better than they had.

*****

"Everyone on my position, we've got incoming." Steve pressed his finger to the com in his ear while glancing sideways at Katie, the pair of them stood in front of Vision, the feel of unease and silence was getting even more oppressive.

“What the hell?" Natasha mumbled, voicing what everyone was thinking.

"Whatever happens,” Steve swallowed, turning to Katie “I want you to know I love you."

She looked up at him, his eyes flashing with fear. Both of them knew this could very well be their final stand, Katie felt her chest tighten as she felt a single tear of fright, love and pride fall down her face.

"I love you too." she whispered. “Always.”

Then,across the clearing from them a cloud of grey and blue began to form from nothing. A huge man, purple in colour, encased in a deep golden armour stepped out from the grey and blue mass.

"Cap, that's him." Bruce pointed out obviously, because honestly, who else could it be?

Steve raised his shields and took a few steps forward as Katie moved backwards to stand with Natasha and Wanda, both stood in front Vision.

"Eyes up. Stay sharp." Steve commanded beginning to charge forward, leaving Katie behind. He knew that if all else failed, Wanda was going to have to make the decision to destroy that stone, and Katie didn’t want her to be alone when she did.

Bruce reached Thanos first, using the rockets on his suit to launch him up in the air and as his hand clenched into a fist, Thanos raised the gauntlet on his left hand and Bruce's suit turned blue and see-through, his body flying through Thanos' rather than colliding with it and was encased in the rock at the side of a hill face. Katie glanced across at Natasha and saw a look of fright on the blonde’s face. A look she had only ever seen once before, when Bruce had transformed into the Hulk for the first time and they had been trapped in the cargo bay of the Hellicarrier with him.

Steve, reached second and jumped aiming to punch Thanos in the face with his shields but he was stopped dead in his path, a purple glow encasing his body simply throwing him to the side and out of sight where he crashed to the ground, his head spinning as everything went hazy.

It was hopeless. T’Challa was cast aside like a rag doll, Sam was grounded easily. Nothing could touch him.

"Wanda," Vision said breathlessly from behind them, and they all turned to face him. "It's time."

"No," her voice shook and Katie glanced back and forth between her and the Titan as he was advancing.

"They can't stop him, Wanda, but we can," Vision continued "Look at me!” he demanded forcefully “You have the power to destroy the stone."

"Don't," she cried, trying to pull away from his grip a third time.

Katie turned back to the fight in time to see Rhodey drop out of the air. When Bucky tried to fire at the Titan raising his gun and running towards him, shooting bullets wildly, he was also cast aside, the same way Steve had been.

“You must do it Wanda, please.” Vision continued to plead and Katie turned to the young woman whose bottom lip had begun to wobble.

“Wanda.” Katie looked at her, her own voice cracking as well with the impending action they were about to take. “I can’t begin to imagine how you feel but Vis is right. You have to destroy it.”

The tears were forming in Katie’s eyes. All she could hear was Steve’s voice “we don’t trade lives” in her head. But right now she had no idea where Steve was, she couldn’t see where Thanos had thrown him. Thor was nowhere to be found, and it appeared there was no other way to stop the Titan.

The stone, and with it Vision, had to be destroyed.

"We are out of time." Vision spoke gently, his hand wrapping around Wanda’s as he brought it up against his cheek.

"I can't." Wanda whispered looking at Vision then over to Katie for some form of guidance. Katie could offer none.

"It's alright," Vision took Wanda's hand and opened it up. “You could never hurt me. I just feel you."

As Katie watched, Wanda looked over her shoulder and then she let her power flow, her face contorting into so many emotions it broke Katie’s heart to think about what she was feeling. Her attention was called back to the fight when someone yelled, this time Okoye had launched. Natasha took a deep breath, looking at Katie as they now found themselves the last line of defence, and they had no choice but to throw themselves at the Titan to buy Wanda some time. Natasha went first, but it was pointless, she was cast off to the side somewhere and Katie stood, drawing herself up to her full height, helmet, shield and weapons ready, knowing full well it wasn’t going to stop him.

But Steve was up and running again, Thanos was advancing on his wife and he wasn’t going to let that happen without a fight. He threw himself into a slide, the momentum carrying him under Thanos’ legs and as he went he aimed a swipe at the back of the man’s calves and knees with his shields. As he jumped to his feet, Thanos aimed a blow at Steve’s head, but he caught the gauntlet in both his hands. Gritting his teeth he put every bit of strength he had into holding off the blow as Katie flew in, her repulsors firing at the Titan which made him lose concentration for a moment, but only a second. Then, in the corner of his eye, Steve saw the other fist powering towards his temple. And then it all went back.

Steve crashed to the floor and Thanos caught Katie easily round the neck. Both her hands went around his, her fingers trying desperately to prise his away from where he had a grip on her but to no avail.

“Another Stark.” he mumbled, and before Katie could respond he threw her up into the air before shooting her with a shot from the power stone sending her flying off to the side where she collided heavily, head first with a tree.

As Katie lay motionless on the floor, she could vaguely hear noises, the sounds of fighting and yelling. Then there was some sort of huge explosion. She closed her eyes and must have passed out for a while, as when she came round it was all quiet.

“Mrs Rogers…”FRIDAY was saying frantically, as she blinked her eyes, before the display came back into focus. She was led, face down on the forest floor somewhere. With a groan she lifted her head, and her helmet fell back as she glanced across the clearing. Steve was led roughly 10 feet away, still face down thanks to the force of Thanos’ punch.

“Steve…” she whispered to herself and pushed herself up, half crawling, half running towards him.

There was a flash of light and as she reached Steve’s side, Thanos was thrown back further away from the clearing and Thor was barrelling down towards him, axe first. Thanos raised his hand but it was too late, Thor’s axe hit him square in the chest. Thanos staggered backwards, falling to one knee as Thor landed in front of him.

“Steve.” Katie gently shook him, trying to keep one eye on what was going on “Baby, please, get up.”

"I told you, you'd die for that." she heard Thor say, along with the sickening crunch as he pushed the axe further into the titan’s chest. Steve groaned slightly, and started to move, turning his head as he lifted it up from where he was laying in the dirt.

"You should have-" Thanos was continuing to wheeze somewhere behind Katie "You should have gone for the head."

"No!" Thor yelled. Katie looked round instinctively and saw Thanos bring up his gloved hand and he simply snapped his fingers. There was a blinding white light conjured from the gauntlet which covered everyone's vision and Katie threw her arms up over her face, engaging the shield to shelter her and Steve.

“What did you do?" Thor asked. When Thanos didn’t answer he shouted, desperately, almost pleading, "What did you do?!"

Thanos still gave no response, looking around the quiet battlefield. A portal then opened up behind him and he fell back into it, Stormbreaker tumbling out of his chest as he did.

It was deathly silent as Katie and Steve both got to their feet. Steve’s hands fell to her shoulders, his eyes searching his wife’s face and she nodded to tell him she was ok. Turning, he hissed at the pain in his side and clutched at his ribs, looking around, half expecting Thanos to appear out of nowhere again.

"Where'd he go?" he asked, spinning around, he was worried now. "Thor?"

Thor finally looked up and met Steve's eyes, then Katie’s and it was not a comfort. The god looked hopeless and still he gave no response.

"Steve?" Another voice cut in sounding as confused as the rest of them felt, and they turned to see Bucky looking down at his arm in disbelief as the limb was disappearing into ashes the gun in his hands fell to the ground followed shortly by the man himself as he disappeared.

Steve felt cold, and he took a few steps forward before falling to a knee and reaching out touching the ashes that were left of his best friend.

He looked up at Katie, he was utterly confused, shocked, disbelieving. Katie, in turn, was numb with shock. Her head span round to see the tree creature was talking to the Racoon in confusion as he too began to fade away, the Racoon dropping his head in sorrow. Blindly she reached back feeling around for Thor’s hand before squeezing it tightly. He was still there. Good.

And then she turned to check on Wanda. She was knelt over Vision, and she gave sad smile, as the dust started to take her too.

“No,no, no...” Katie scrambled over to her as she gave one last gasp before the dust carried her away on the wind. Katie dropped helplessly to her knees, letting out a soft sob as Steve fell down besides her, one hand on her shoulder, the other shakily reaching out to roll Vision’s lifeless body over. His eyes locked on the hole in the android’s head. Steve sighed hard and dropped backwards sitting on the ground with a huff. Kate grabbed at him, half expecting him to turn to dust, her grip on his arm was almost painful but he rest his hand over hers, anything to feel her, keep her there.

"What's going on?" Rhodey asked voicing the question on everyone's mind, "What the hell is happening?"

"Oh, God." Steve heard his voice crack as his back slumped against Visions body. He looked at Katie, the tears pouring down her face as the two of them simply sat there, numb in the realisation that for the first time ever, The Avengers had lost.

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avengers-nextgen · 6 years ago

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The Aftermath XIII

“You have to act cool,” Penny ordered, eyeing her older sister carefully.

“Why wouldn’t I?” Cassy asked.

“Because I know you,” Penny insisted, taking her sister’s hand and tugging her out from the lift and into the living room.

“Guests?” Thalia asked hopefully, already peeking up from her place on the sofa closely mirrored by Salem.

“This is my sister, Cassandra,” Penny explained, “she’s here because she had business to attend to.”

“You can call me Cassy for short,” Cassy smiled, giving Thalia a small wave.

“She’s very pretty,” Thalia noted, “and I can see the resemblance.”

“Thanks,” Penny snorted, “Anyways, this is Thalia Odin. Daughter of Thor and Sif. Long complicated history there so don’t ask.”

“Do you have...” Cassy snapped her fingers, “lightning?”

“Not exactly, but I’ve been working on it,” Thalia promised. “Do you have...?”

Thalia made her hands father and closer apart.

“Shrinking? Nah, that’s Penny’s job. My mom was keen on keeping me from the hero scene,” Cassy explained. “So, whose the cat?”

“Salem,” Penny sighed, “showed up with one eye. No idea where the other went but I usually say he beat up a tiger.”

“Makes sense,” Cassy nodded. “But I’m assuming there’s others here besides Thalia and the cat.”

“Yeah, let’s see...” Penny thought for a moment before wandering down the hallway to a wide open room full of punching bags, pads, equipment, weights, and more. “James!”

“What?! I hate when you scream at me,” James huffed, having nearly jumped out of his skin. Tugging his headphones off he arched an expectant brow.

“This is my sister Cassandra, Cassy for short. Cassy, this is James Rogers eldest kid of the Captain America and Black Widow,” Penny added jazz hands for extra effect.

“Nice to meet you. Penny’s said nothing but nice things,” James assures, wooing sweat from his brow.

“I haven’t heard anything,” Piped up a voice from above. Penny glanced up to the ceiling to find Fox lounging in the rafters like a jaguar in a tree.

“I hate it when you do that!” Penny glared.

“No need for an intro, name’s Fox. You’re Cassy. Eldest Lang I presume,” Fox rested her chin in her hand.

“That would be correct,” Cassy nodded. “Your parents....”

“Aren’t very important to this equation,” Fox interrupted.

“She’s not a super,” Penny whispered impossibly loud. “She’s moody but she’s James’ girlfriend so we have to be nice.”

“Got it,” Cassy nodded.

“You are horrible at whispering,” Fox snorted.

“Yeah, whatever. On to the next!”

Penny took Cassy away from the training room and down the hall of bedrooms knowing most would be pent up inside. “Orion! You decent?”

“A decent guy? Yes,” the alien replied before smugly opening his door.

“I’d beg to differ,” Penny teased, ducking under his arm. “Scout, I knew you’d be here, but what’s this? We have a Piper too?”

“Yeah, she’s helping me figure out whatever the hell this is,” Scout held up a book with an all too complex diagram.

“Great, now all of you can meet my sister.” Penny rambled through the introductions like normal before Cassy for excited about finally meeting a Stark. Piper just blushed and tried to play it cool but all the while she was sending pleas of help to Penny via eye messaging. Penny just cackled on the inside.

“I can’t believe all of these people live here and you’re friends with them,” Cassy gushed, reminding Penny of when they were younger.

“You make it sound like I never had friends before,” Penny pouted, opening Nathaniel’s door. The blonde was fast asleep so Cassy was spared the enthusiasm that was Nathaniel Barton when it came to meeting new people. He was like a puppy that peed on the carpet.

“Baby Rogers. Big Laufeyson,” Penny gestured respectively to each girl after barging into Alex’s room.

“Uh...” Cassy looked at Penny waiting for more elaboration as to who she was being introduced to.

“Alex Rogers is James’ baby sister and Sage is the oldest kid of Loki. Don’t worry she won’t kill you. Maybe...”

“Gee, Thanks,” Sage glowered.

“Okay, but do you even have your own room because every time I come to bother you you’re here,” Penny replied, rambling impossibly fast but Cassy was able to pick out every word.

“Penny, don’t get too personal. Yeah?”

“Find...well, now you’ve seen them let’s go.”

“Pleasure to meet you!” Alex called as Cassy was dragged away once more.

“So, one you can’t meet is Siyanda cause she’s back in Wakanda but she’s super cool and she’ll be sad she missed you. Now, this is Enzo and he’s the baby Laufeyson. He’s really cool, likes conspiracy theories, and gets into trouble with me,” Penny beamed, stumbling upon Enzo beneath a blanket staring at the tv with popcorn in his mouth.

“Hi,” he said, though it was garbled from food.

“Hey,” Cassy laughed. Penny avoided embarrassing him further and move on to find Bianca who didn’t say much, and Drew who was trying desperately to figure out how the washing machines worked.

Thankfully Penny provided some assistance and the poor girl was spared suffering from excess dirty clothes. She’d really just borrowed a hodgepodge of what everyone else had that they’d outgrown or no longer liked. Penny promised to take her out shopping at one point of another but only after Cassy had met everyone.

“And now what you’ve been waiting for. The Strange Twins!” Penny leapt outside to find the two siblings playing a game of half hearted soccer. “That’s Chloe. Say hi Chloe.”

“Hi,” Chloe waved slowly.

“She’s the angsty one,” Penny whispered.

“Okay,” Cassy laughed.

“And that’s Arthur.”

“Heyo!” Arthur grinned, “I remember chatting with you on the phone.”

“Okay, now you can explode,” Penny smirked.

“It’s so cool to meet both of you in person. I totally admire your dad. He’s absolutely revolutionary in the medical field and I’ve been dying to ask him questions. You two are so much like him it’s crazy. And you have no idea how much of an honor it is to even be here. I mean what do you guys do? Is it weird having such a famous dad? Got any talents of hobbies or passions-“ Cassy paused only to catch her breathe and Penny couldn’t help but laugh at how childlike her adult sister could be.

“Well, let’s take it slow so I can process all that just happened,” Chloe laughed softly, “I’m too tired from Penny’s rapid fire questions to handle another round.”

“Right. Oh my gosh I am so sorry,” Cassy apologized emphatically.

“It’s okay,” Arthur assured.

“Arthur! Tell her about the thing!” Penny grinned, bouncing enthusiastically on the balls of her feet.

“Penny made me get you an autograph from our dad,” Arthur laughed, producing a small laminated photo. “She said you’d die for it and I said that would be bad so I’d gladly get you one.”

“Penny, you really asked?” Cassy turned to her little sister before crushing Penny in a hug. “You’re so sweet.”

“I can’t breathe!” Penny wheezed. When Cassy finally let go Penny scampered off and stole the ball from Arthur only to sit on it.

“You’re gonna make it egg shaped,” he warned.

“Didn’t know she could lay eggs,” Chloe remarked dryly.

“Oh! Cassy! Did I tell you he helped win state as the kicker for his high school football team?” Penny blurted, ignoring Chloe’s teasing.

“No,” Cassy shook her head. “But that’s amazing.”

“Uh...it was nothing,” Arthur blushed. “I had help. The whole team did great.”

“Yeah, but you were the best,” Penny beamed rolling off the ball and tossing it at him.

“I don’t really-“

“Penny, why don’t you go inside and get a movie going? Then we can all watch it together? Me and your friends?” Cassy asked.

“That’s an awesome idea!” Penny squealed before sprinting off.

“Always energetic,” Arthur sighed.

“Okay, I like you but don’t mess with her,” Cassy frowned.

“What?”

“Ah, the big sister talk,” Chloe nodded knowingly. “Good luck bro.”

“I don’t get it.”

“You will eventually, but I will go ape shit on you if you upset her whether I idolize your father or not,” Cassy arched a brow waiting for him to respond but Arthur only modded having gone pale. “Great. Now, let’s go watch a movie, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Arthur squeaked, hesitantly following Cassy inside. “Sure thing.”

#avengers #avengers next gen #marvel #mcu #black widow #captain america #natasha romanoff #pepper potts #romanogers #scarlet witch #theaftermath #phase3 #chloe strange #arthur strange #penny lang #penelope lang #cassandra lang

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billykcaplan · 7 years ago

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the face that launched a thousand texts

i accidentally wrote a fic set in @kendrasaunders and @icedvulpix lot college au?? i read a bunch of that au last night and felt inspired. (if you’re reading this, i hope you don’t mind.)

here’s a fic with my attempt at college au helen of troy.

this is my first time publishing a fic on this website, so this is terrifying. please enjoy under the cut.

word count: 898

“Who is that?”

Sara glances up from her dance history textbook to look at Ray. She follows his gaze to see a very pretty girl sitting alone across the quad. “How should I know,” she replies flatly.

“She’s so. Pretty?” Ray says, not letting it go. “She looks kind of like… Kendra?”

Sara feels a lump forming in her throat. “I don’t see it,” she grumbles. Sara had been trying not to think about Kendra. Even though she was only studying abroad, it felt to Sara like she was on another planet, lost forever. The girl Ray seemed infatuated with sure was pretty, but she was no Kendra Saunders.

Ray shakes his head in response. “Not exactly like Kendra. But if you look closely, it’s in her eyes.”

Sara frowns. “It’s in her eyes? How can you possibly see anything in her eyes?” she says, only slightly annoyed. “She’s like 200 feet away.” No response. Sara looks up again to see Ray still staring. Rolling her eyes, she says, “If you think she’s that pretty, go say hi.”

“Go say hi to who?” asks Zari’s voice behind them, causing both Sara and Ray to flinch. Seeing her friends’ reactions, she smirks. “Sorry guys. Who are we talking about?”

Sara gestures towards the girl. “That hot girl across the quad. Palmer won’t stop staring.”

“Oh Helen?” Zari replies, with familiarity. Recognizing the looks on her friends’ faces, “That’s Helen Troy. She’s in my intro to comp sci class. She’s really nice.”

“Wait. You know her?” Ray asks, one part excited, one part terrified.

Zari looks at him and smiles awkwardly. “Yeah. We’re kind of friends?” She turns to shout to Helen across the quad. “Hey Helen! Come over here!”

Helen looks over, sees Zari, flashes a smile, and stands to come over to them. Ray makes a noise that can only be described as a yelp, reaches to grab his bag, and falls off the bench onto the ground.

Zari looks at Ray, turns to Sara, and says, “What is his problem.”

Sara grins mischievously and singsongs, “Palmer’s got a c-r-u-s-h.”

“Oh,” says Zari. Her eyes widen and she smiles, again saying, “Oh.” Sara looks at Zari with a question in her eyes, but it’s too late because standing in front of the three of them is Helen Troy.

“Hello Zari. How are you today?” she says. Her voice is smooth and light, with a hint of an accent none of them can quite trace. Now that she sees Helen up close, Sara can almost see what Ray was talking about. There was something about Helen that reminded her of her former roommate.

“I’m fine,” Zari replies, bringing Sara out of her reverie. “I’m fine. I just got out of my chem lab and I was about to grab some lunch when I saw these two losers sitting out here.” She gestures to her losers.

“Oh,” Helen purrs. She looks down at Ray and Sara as if she is just now seeing them. “Are these your friends?”

Ray mumbles from the ground something that sounds like “Yeah. Friendship.” and Sara stands to greet Helen. “I’m Sara and the guy sitting on the ground is Ray. He forgets how to speak coherently sometimes. It’s fine.”

Helen furrows her brow. “Oh, that’s… interesting?” She lays a hand on Sara’s shoulder and says, “I love this sweatshirt you’re wearing.”

Sara beams. “Thanks, I stole it from an ex.”

Ray, finally managing to stand up, says eagerly, “Helen, that bag looks heavy. Do you want me to hold it for you?”

Helen smiles in his direction, “No, thank you.”

Sara grins and says to Helen, “So you’re in Zari’s computers class? Are you a computer science major?”

Turning back to Sara, Helen replies, “No, I’m undeclared. During my younger years, I didn’t have much control over my life, so I’ve never really been sure about what I’d want to be when I grew up. So when I went to college, I decided I’d explore different things before I chose a major.”

“That sounds fascinating,” Sara says with a smile. She looks at Ray, and back at Helen. “Would you want to discuss that more over a cup of coffee?”

Helen’s eyes brighten and she grins. “Yes, I would love to!” She turns to Zari and says, “You were getting lunch, you said?”

Zari nods and replies, “Yeah, maybe we can go together?”

“Sounds perfect,” Sara says with a smile. She turns to Ray. “Don’t you have physics in 15?”

“Uhh I-” is all Ray manages to come up with as a reply before Sara jumps in with, “Well, I guess it’ll just be the three of us.” And with that, the three ladies turn to walk away. “Seeya, Palmer,” Sara calls over her shoulder with a wink.

Ray watches the three of them walk away from him. He looks down and sees that Sara left her textbook sitting on the bench. “Wait, you have your dance history class in 15 minutes?” he says to her, not meant to be a question, but they’re out of earshot. Ray picks up Sara’s book and crams it in his backpack. He sighs, “You’re welcome.”

Ray feels his phone buzz in his front pocket. He pulls it out to check his messages.

TEXT FROM: THE BEST MUSLIM HACKTIVIST YOU KNOW

TO: ME

Helen’s a huge lesbian btw

so yeah that’s it. if you liked this (or even if you didn’t like this) go to read rachel and ari’s college au. you’ll probably like theirs more.

#icedvulpix #userkendrasaunders #tv: legends of tomorrow #sara lance #zari tomaz #ray palmer #helen of troy #dc #lot au #college au #my fic #lot fic #*#i hope people like this omg #this is terrifying

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firebunnylover · 8 years ago

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Hannah Watches LOSH - Legacy

Legacy

We start off with Alexis testing/playing around with a mecha-suit she designed - as evident by the logo on it. Her robot, Woodhouse, asks if her method is necessary. To which she replies yes and goes diving off the building she’s on.

Due to reckless driving, she accidentally bashes the wings of the suit, and head to the ground. For Superman to catch.

I’m guessing that suit had a tracker, cuz Woodhouse was literally right there, ready to pick up Alexis. Leaving Superman with the suit and then cuts to the intro theme.

Is Lightning Lad part cat by any chance? Because that is a very cat like pose.

NO ONE CAN RIP ME AWAY FROM THE IDEA THAT PHANTOM GIRL IS BISEXUAL. LOOK SHE IS SCOUTING FOR A POSSIBLE FEMALE DATE. ND SHE KNOWS SUPERMAN HAS GOOD TASTE SO SHE WANTS FEEDBACK FROM HIM.

And then reveal on who Alexis is. Richest Girl in the Galaxy.

What have you done in the past Phantom Girl to be considered an expert. Tell.

And then we get Lightning Lad saying Alexis is out of Superman’s league, which Brainy – of course – rebuffs, saying that no one is out of Superman’s league.

So I’m going of a limb here and guess what a lot of people can just go to the front door of HQ, given that’s what Woodhouse did, to give an invitation to a Charity Event where Alexis will be at. Repaying the favor of saving her from a fate of a pancake.

And then B5 tells him that they were both scheduled for patrol, meaning schedule conflict.

Lightning Lad offers to cover, and asks Superman to see if Alexis has friends.

MY POOR SMART GREEN CHILD

But I’m siding with Phantom Girl. I refuse to read a report that’s 130-132 pages long. I don’t have the patience. Just give us the basics.

And he planned out the looking-out places to take Superman to, that’s cute.

But then when he see’s Superman expression, he says that the plan can be altered. And he sounds so sad.

And then we get another SupermanxBrainy moment

The way B5’s actions change after Superman promises to spend time with him later, it’s so cute~

At the party, B5 is basically the person who keeps texting you when they really shouldn’t be. Much to Superman’s annoyance.

When one of the guys at the party begins to make fun of Superman, in a manner that could be compared to the jock we saw in our first episode, Alexis delivers one of the harshest burns of all time. So harsh the dude had to go off to apply water immediately rather than wait for her to leave.

Bailing the party early, Alexis takes Superman to her building – which she is not supposed to be at unsupervised. And she stole a dude’s bike. Which Woodhouse just gives money to.

Also, she mentioned that the top ten floors look good as new, after saying that an experiment had some problems.

And she has a bunch of robots that just immediately come to her, like pets. Which is cute. And then you think to hard about what a lot of robots but no people implies, like I did. More on that at the end.

Alexis and Superman do some bonding on the overbearing expectations that others have due to Legacy.

They should form a club with Steven Universe. They would get along.

She also confides that she doesn’t have any real goals in her life, wanting to just mess around with her robots and have friends, which she admits she sucks at making.

And we finally see the scavengers.

And more grumpy-Brainy over the fact no one read his report.

I bet it’s been very long for Superman for just relaxing and playing games with another person to the extent he did with Alexis. Legion is too busy to take much time off for that sort of stuff, and they must be ready to go any time. And before then, he was a wallflower due to not being able to deal with his powers in the same way he can now. So, this is probably what he wanted for possibly several years.

Which leads to making this next bit even sadder.

At the point where the team is desperate, where Lightning Lad says it might be a good time to call him, he doesn’t answer.

Which lead to the part that destroyed some B5 fans figuratively, and B5 partially.

This took the longest to make a gif that i can put here. it looked so much better on photoshop.

Ironically, when I first saw this episode – this was the second episode of LoSH I watched when I first saw the series, and it was on a rerun – this part is what made B5 a cartoon crush.

I have a bad habit of wanting my favorite characters to suffer.

Later, we see that B5’s body can repair itself, but it takes a while.

Phantom Girl seems to immediately grasp what happened from Superman.

GOD BRAINY YOU JEALOUS?!

Also I like how B5 and Lightning Lad are just in sync at this part.

Oh it’s like when a friend buys tickets for that event thing for that series/fandom they’re super hyped about and invite you and you know squat about it.

And B5 is like that one person who hates that other fandom.

WOW. THAT’S PEARL LEVEL SALT.

So upon Superman explaining, Alexis takes it pretty well at first, trying to set a limit on how long they’ll hang out. But later we see that she gets carried away. Too carried away. To the point where Superman has to leave in a way that leaves both of them upset.

Back with the green bean, we find out he missed patrol again. Good god, if that was me I would straight up be panicking.

“Oh no…”

But in other news, green bean is salty.

And we know our beloved Puppy is on Rimbor. I hope puppy is coping well in this episode.

Woodhouse calls in to say that Alexis is in trouble, Superman tries to appease Brainy by saying it should be passed on to the Science Police. Phantom Girl seems like she expects B5 to insist on that, but to her surprise, Brainy tells Superman to go. While delivering a reminder to keep the communicator on.

I just love her expression here.

NO SQUEAKY TOY ROBOT!

And then comes the reveal that Alexis faked being in an emergency. Which Superman does not take very happily. And rightfully so, given that he’s supposed to protect people.

But then comes an interesting part to me that said something about Alexis.

Ok let’s lay things out. She got really upset that Superman left her, and she impulsively did something that she knew would get him to come, without thinking it through. She didn’t plan it out through, or at least the bit when Superman found out.

I had a recent discussion with a friend who requested to remain anonymous about what this suggests, which I’ll discuss further down below in character. Cuz if I start here, it’ll take forever for me to finish.

He clearly states that his team mates need him while she just wants a friend. She responds that what she wants is more important.

Seeing that he’s picking the Legion over her, she makes another impulsive decision. Helping the Scavengers.

Alexis then provides a decoy to get Superman to leave the HQ while she and the Scavengers attack.

BRAINY WHAT IS YOUR BODY EVEN DOING?

PFFT

During the fight, we see Lightning Lad isn’t afraid to electrocute people with water. Taking it a little far dude. And Saturn Girl is strong enough to smash metal.

I would feel more horrified about B5’s lab if I didn’t already figure he blows it up all the time.

NINJA BRAINY

Upon returning, Superman is pretty much pissed while Alexis just casually says “HEY!”

“Didn’t think this through, did we?”

Oof. Alexis’ weakness summed up.

“I guess I got a little carried away.”

“YA THINK?!

Unfortunately, Alexis lack of a backup plan leads to her getting caught in her mecha-suit exploding, leading to her hair falling out.

With our first look at Talkron Galtos, we see she manages to repair Woodhouse’s head so that he’s functioning enough to talk to her, where she discloses to him that she knows what she wants to do with her life, and the carving into her desk is enough to imply what that is.

So final thoughts on the episode overall.

Ironically, the episode before had a happier ending than this one. It goes from the tone of the more cheery episodes like Man of Tomorrow to ending in a tone we would expect in episodes like Timber Wolf.

It starts off with Superman finding some companionship in someone outside the Legion and wants to interact with him outside work. And it ends with him having to stop that person from hurting his friends. That isn’t going to be easy to swallow for him.

What’s adds to the tragedy of it all is that if they had found a way around it, Alexis could have been friends with Superman, and maybe with the Legion as well. But she made major errors on her part, as did Superman. Ditching her abruptly probably isn’t the best way to say bye to a friend – he probably could have invited her over to HQ instead. And storming off after finding out she pulled a stunt to get him to come isn’t the best reaction either.

Brainiac 5 was interesting to watch as well. NOT INCLUDING THE ARM INCIDENT. He probably sees Superman as this flawless being at the beginning, saying no one is out of his league, but what happens? He realizes Superman isn’t flawless. He realizes Superman will mess up every now and then.

Something I never noticed before but did this time is the parallels between Alexis and Brainiac 5. Both characters descendants of enemies of Superman, carrying their legacy. Both are genius inventors. Both aren’t the best at socializing. Both try to adjust to sharing time with Superman at first. Both fail with the adjustment, and both get upset. Both blame the other party for stealing Superman away in some degree.

The most noticeable difference is how they handled it.

Brainiac 5 realizes that Superman cares about Alexis, and that he also still cares about the Legion. He knows he can’t have Superman to himself naturally, as the guy cares too much, so he lets him go to Alexis when it seems like she needs him, but tells him to stay in contact.

Alexis didn’t. She didn’t think things through as she manipulated the situation so Superman would come to her. And when that failed, she decided that her only option was to get rid of the legion.

Speaking of Alexis, let’s take a better look at her.

Ho boy. Starts off as potential friend and ends as confirmed threat. But why? Well, I was watching this episode about a month ago, and I noticed something in her office that unsettled me.

She is surrounded by robots and toys. But nothing to speak for any interpersonal relationships. Nothing on family or peers. She’s isolated. Which led me to think that maybe Woodhouse raised her, along with possibly other programmed beings. Her best way to connect to him is with robots and building stuff, leading to further lack of social interaction. What that suggests is that she ended up having social development problems. She can’t connect to others well, as we see at the party.

But Superman showed signs to her that he cared about her. He was probably the first organic thing to care in a long time. So what happens? She latches on, and isn’t ready for being told he can’t be with her, and can’t understand that a line has been crossed.

As for the impulsive behavior, I had discussed it with another friend who requested to remain anonymous. They suggested that Alexis has, possibly, bipolar disorder, which is either undiagnosed or not getting treated.

Now before I continue, I know that media and mental disorders do not have a good relationship, with disorders getting portrayed horribly, usually by the antagonists. But the friend I discussed this has been diagnosed for being bipolar, so I ran this by them several times before posting. I’ll try to discuss this part carefully. But if you feel that I said anything wrong regarding this subject, PLEASE LET ME KNOW.

There are several types of bipolar disorder, but it’s essentially an extreme change in mood, thought, and behavior, with highs/mania, and lows/depression, with the change lasting different ranges of time. A less extreme case of mania is called hypomania.

Mania episodes vary people to people, but symptoms include:

Abnormally upbeat, jumpy or wired

Increased activity, energy or agitation

Exaggerated sense of well-being and self-confidence (euphoria)

Decreased need for sleep

Unusual talkativeness

Racing thoughts

Easily distracted

Poor decision-making

Reckless behavior

Being agitated/irritable

Alexis is upbeat, active, talkative, easily distracted as seen when she and Superman were going around to different places and she lost track of time, has poor decision making and is reckless in this episode. So arguably, she is having a manic episode when this episode. But given we just met her, it’s hard to immediately say that’s the case since we haven’t seen if she’s always like this or not.

My friend said that bipolar disorder sometimes leads to negative emotions making you feel frustrated/angry/sad and you do more destructive things.

So when Superman stops hanging, she makes the reckless decision to trick him into coming, not thinking about what will happen afterwards. And this repeats when she sees him picking the Legion over her.

If you’re interested in reading more about bipolar disorder, here’s a good source that my friend gave the thumbs up for.

Still, Alexis had little comprehension on how she should have proceeded to avoid what happened. But there are signs she needed help.

And no signs of her getting that help soon.

Characters in this episode:

Ho boy. Superman did not have it easy. This episode probably left him in a worst place than where it started. But I like how he tried to balance things out between Alexis and the Legion at first. And when he finally gets to unwind fully, stuff happens that forces him to prioritize one over the other. Poor guy.

Brainiac 5 – we see more signs of the crush once again. But also a lot of bitterness. He wasn’t happy to being made second priority in the episode, but he manages to put his own wants aside. And the bit about the report was also funny. But what size was the font? Double sided or one sided? Very important questions.

Phantom Girl’s sass was wonderful to watch once again, and seeing her on the possible look out for a girlfriend just makes me so friggin happy. And she seemed a bit more understanding towards Superman’s situation. Well, given she’s also defined as an expert at the act of “Privileged but misunderstood”, she has expectations as well. Probably not as overbearing as Superman’s but still notable.

Lightning Lad didn’t have any run ins with karma in this episode. The only time he got beat down was towards the end with Alexis, and that was just regular fighting. He still teased Superman at times, but nothing too harsh. And he is protective of Brainy, as seen as he lets the Scavengers have it big time after the arm incident.

Saturn Girl is shown to be very good at hand-to-hand combat, and is very strong. I hear she’s shredded and has an eight pack.

The Scavengers were bland to say the least. We didn’t see them a lot, but maybe if their designs varied more between them, I would have found them more interesting.

Alexis Luthor is another fascinating character to play role of the villain, although I’m not sure if I’d define her as 100% villain in this episode. She wasn’t manipulative in the sense Dr. Londo was, and did seem to care for Woodhouse enough to repair him so that he was aware of what was going on, and really wanted to spend time with Superman as friends. This was her origin story for her villain arc. And it’s very good.

#Hannah Watches LOSH #losh #legion of superheroes #legion of super-heroes #superman #alexis luthor #brainiac 5

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Katya (Trixya) pt 7/? - Skyline

AN: Long time no fic, AQ! Yeah, I know its all my fault. I’m fully aware I lied through my teeth earlier this month when I said I’d work on this. But yet again, school got the better of me, though I wish it didn’t. But here we are with a new chapter :) I made it longer for guys too! (I heard you anon, don’t worry ;)) I hope ya’ll enjoy, leave me your feedback I live for it <3 The next chapter should be A1, so get ready for that :) -Skyline

Summary: Lesbian Trixya AU based off the incredible movie Carol, set in New York during the 50’s. Katya, a mother struggling through a messy divorce meets young, inexperienced Trixie at a department store and they hit it off.

After the girls shuffled the 12 foot christmas tree into the house and set it up in the living room, Katya gave Trixie free reigns of her kitchen to make them snacks while she and Violet hung ornaments. Trixie was literally in Katya’s pantry searching for cookies. She could barely entertain the thought of being in Katya’s house, let alone having free reigns over her kitchen! But Trixie felt strangely domestic, making tea and snacks while hearing the adorable conversation and laughter of Violet and Katya in the living room. A warm feeling swirled in her stomach that she couldn’t quite place. She felt strangely at home. “Maybe we should do the star first…? Where’s the Star?” Trixie was pouring the boiling water into Katya’s china tea kettle, listening to the mother and daughter’s bickering through the archway leading into the large living space. “Yeah! Yes! Lets do it now!” She heard Violet’s little voice say impatiently. Trixie peaked over the side of the archway to see the small child pick out two trinkets from the box. Violet held up the choices to Katya. “The Silver or the Gold star, mommy?” Katya looked over to her baby and smiled. “You choose!” The girl gave them both a once over before tossing the gold one back into the box of decorations and handing the silver one over to her mother. Katya laughed at Violet’s sassy ways and took the star from her. That was definitely her child. Trixie could hear Violet laughing along with her mother, the sound of the girls laugh almost as mesmerizing as her mothers. “That’s my girl.” She heard Katya gush. Trixie stole another look and saw the twinkle in the child’s emerald green eyes, so much like her mother’s. Her jet black tresses must come from her father then, Trixie thought. She pushed those intrusive thoughts away and continued on setting up the tea tray with milk and sugar, laying out the cookies in an assortment on the plate. They were almost done by the looks of it, the tree was lit to perfection with ornaments and trinkets covering every branch. Katya was on the step stool, reaching over to place the silver star at the very top. “What do you think?” She asks the small girl on the floor in front of her. Violet looks up a wide smile adorning the child’s face. “Good!” Her face falls for a second as she says, “Wait, no! This ornament should be in front!” She stands and runs over to it, arranging it front and center on the tree. Katya steps down after her baby makes a few finishing touches and slowly moves back to get a good view of the whole tree. “That is the most beautiful christmas tree in the whole wide world.” She sits on the arm of the couch and takes it all in as Violet takes the spot on her lap. Trixie’s heart warms at the site of the charming mother and the sweet child in her arms.

………….

It’s a few hours later, and Katya is upstairs putting Violet to sleep. The little one was getting cranky after the difficult tasks of tree decorating and snack binging. It was about 8:30pm when Katya made a quick detour to her room to grab the few gifts she needed to wrap, without the little prying eyes of her youngster around. She quickly glides down the stairs and sees Trixie on the bench of the Grand piano, fiddling with some keys. “Oh, do you play?” Katya asks descending the last few steps and making a little spot on the carpeted floor to start wrapping the gifts. “Oh, I know a few tunes, but I’m better on the guitar. Do you need help with those gifts??” She makes a move to get up but Katya’s words stop her. “Oh no! I’ll manage, but I’d like to hear you play, if you don’t mind?” Katya’s grin and genuine interest in her playing makes her cheeks flush, so she quickly turns and starts pressing some keys before Katya can see her huge grin. She plays a few songs while Katya wraps gifts and it’s almost like its the most natural thing in the world. Trixie feels the tension between them, yet feels so comfortable at the same time. She starts to play the intro to a lighthearted piece when she’s interrupted by Katya’s sultry voice. “Were those pictures of me you were taking at the tree lot?” Her voice had a cheeky tone to it, but she also sounded a bit surprised. Trixie stopped playing immediately and looked over to Katya. Might as well have written the word “caught” on her forehead. “I’m sorry, I should have asked.” Katya hums, but continues wrapping like she didn’t even ask the question. “Don’t apologize.” "I’ve just been trying to— Well I have a friend who told me I should be more interested in humans.“ Katya giggles as she rips off a piece of scotch tape. "And how’s that going?” Her tone is playful. Trixie’s smile is soft as she gazes down at Katya. “It’s going well actually.” They gaze at each other intently for a few moments, until Katya voice breaks the trance. “I’m glad.” With that Trixie turns her attention back to the piano and restarts the previous piece she was playing. Katya fiddles with a piece of crumpled tape and continues to stare at the younger blonde, so concentrated on the keys of the piano. She gracefully stands from her spot on the carpet and strides over to Trixie never taking her eyes off her. She throws the piece of tape to the floor before standing behind Trixie, and looking down to watch the younger girls fingers on the keys. She places both hands on the blonde’s shoulders and Trixie stops instantly, frozen at the contact. It sends a startling shiver down her spine, she hopes the older woman didn’t notice. She looks up from the keys staring straight ahead. “That’s beautiful.” Katya muses as she slides her hands down from Trixie’s shoulders to her arms, caressing them gently before sliding her left hand across her back as she walks to the side of the piano to look through the sheet music laying on closed piano lid. Trixie starts playing again but she can’t help the blush that has most likely spread from her cheeks all the way down to her toes. She steals a quick glance at Katya. The bewitching woman looks cool as a cucumber. “Is that what you want to be?” Katya asks, flipping through the pages of sheet music, a small smile embellishing her face as she continues, “A photographer?” Trixie smiles gingerly. “I think so. If I have any talent for it.” Katya’s expression changes a bit. She closes the sheet music and drops it to the piano, walking to the cigarette case on the record player. “Isn’t that something other people let you know you have? And all you can do is… keep working. Use what feels right. Throw away the rest.” She sticks the cigarette in between her lips as she talks and lights it after she’s said her piece. She looks to the younger girl for a response. “I suppose so.” She says the words almost hesitantly. Katya inhales deeply and sits on the ottoman next to the record player. She leans on the wall behind her crossing her arms, cigarette in hand. She just stares at Trixie until the younger girl looks back down at the piano, unsure of what to say. “Will you show me your work?” The older blonde questions. Trixie looks up to Katya, a ghost of a smile on her face. “Sure… I mean I haven’t sold anything or even— shown a picture to someone who could buy one. I don’t even have a decent camera.” With that last sentence she looks down to the piano again, barely running her fingers over the keys, then looks back up at the silent Katya, she continues. “There all at my place under the sink, mostly.” Katya smiles and plays with a long blonde curl, thinking, the gears in her head turning. “Invite me round.” She says, a smirk playing on her red painted lips as she gets up and walks over to the ashtray that’s sat on the coffee table. Suddenly the sound of the Front door being unlocked and opened startles both women. Katya quickly puts out her cigarette, grabs her heels from the floor, and makes her way through the kitchen to the foyer. The intruder is Roy, standing by the stairs. They lock eyes but neither’s face changes at seeing the other. “Roy, what’s wrong?” Roy looks almost taken aback at the question and his features turn stern. “Nothing. Does there need to be a problem for me to visit my wife?” Katya’s features turn irritated quickly and she slips on one heel, then the other. Trixie just watches the exchange from the piano bench, wishing in that moment she had the power of invisibility. But of course she doesn’t and it doesn’t take long for Roy to feel eyes on him. He turns his head slightly left and see’s the young woman sat in the entertainment room. She gives him a small almost sad smile and he looks straight back to Katya, his face unchanged from his earlier stern expression.

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“That’s not fair Roy. We agreed that Violet would stay with me until Christmas Eve.” Trixie was fiddling with some magazines on the coffee table, trying to make herself scarce as Katya and Roy argued in the Kitchen. Didn’t stop her from listening though, not that she had a choice, they weren’t exactly being discreet. Roy was under the sink trying to fix some leaking pipes as Katya stood above him, cigarette in hand, her other hand fidgeting anxiously. “What do you suggest I do? Do you think I prefer traipsing off to West Palm Beach for the holiday? It was all mother’s idea.” Katya huffs, annoyed and begins to pace back and forth. “I’m not ready. She’s not packed. She’s asleep upstairs in bed! What about my Christmas with our daughter?” She stuffs her half-done cigarette into an ashtray and looks to Roy for answers. None, she knows, will be the one that satisfies her. “I’m sorry, Katya it can’t be helped. The flights in the morning! And do you think that I’ve packed already?” Roys voice gets angrier by the second and he is almost cut off by a smash that Trixie can only guess was Roy’s head against the sink pipe. She jumps at the sound but peaks through the archway anyway. Roy gets out from under the sink, his face has an expression of pure rage. “GOD DAMNIT!” He screams in fury, pounding his hands to the floor. Katya is leaning on the counter, hand on her forehead rubbing as if she has a headache. Roy catches Trixie’s eyes from across the room and he tries to calm his breathing. Trixie looks away instantly, but the damage is already done. Roy gets up quickly and treads past Katya through the kitchen to stand in the archway in between the two rooms. Hes still breathing heavily but his expression changes from fury to disbelief when he looks at Trixie. Katya comes to stand right behind him ready to jump in at any moment. “How do you know my wife?” He asks, his voice shaking from his previous angered state. “Roy, please…” Katya jumps in immediately, ruffling her hair angrily. He puts his hand up to Katya to silence her and continues to stare at Trixie for her answer. “I work at Frankenberg’s, Sir. The department store?” She says very sure of herself. She has nothing to hide and at this point she’s more worried about Katya’s safety then her own. Before Roy can say a thing Katya speaks again. “ I ordered a gift from her desk. I forgot my gloves, so she returned them, and I thanked her.” She says so matter of factly but that doesn’t fool Roy one bit. He continues his focus on Trixie for a few moments before turning to glare at Katya. “Well thats bold.” He whispers as he glides past her back into the kitchen. Katya stands there for a moment, and tries to pull herself together before she goes to shut the swinging kitchen door. “Can I.. Do anything?” Trixie asks timidly, looking up into her piercing green eyes. Katya’s face softens at her words and she gives her sad yet reassuring smile. “No.. Just leave it be.” Those are her last words as the door swings shut. ………….

It’s been a half hour since the confrontation and Trixie is now sitting on the floor in the entertainment room next to the record player. She looks through some old records and has a Frank Sinatra christmas record on the player already. His sweet voice still can’t drown out the sounds of Roy’s car outside. Katya quickly, yet reluctantly, got Violets things packed and woke her baby from her slumber. They were all outside saying their goodbyes now. Katya slid Violet into the middle of the backseat and strapped her in, laying her favorite blanket on top of her shivering legs. “Okay, snowflake. Give me a big one.” Violets little arms spread wide and she engulfs her baby in a big hug. “You are going to have the most wonderful christmas.” She whispers into the girl’s shoulder. Her voice sounds shaky and she doesn’t trust herself to not cry. “I promise.” A stray tear falls. “There’s room for you in the car, Mommy. You can come with us.” Her little voice is groggy from sleep and barely above a whisper. Katya has a hard time saying no when her baby’s voice is this sweet. Her smile turns sad. “No, darling. I wish I could. You know, but sometimes mommies and daddies just decide there isn’t enough room for them in the same place at the same time.” She pauses to take a shaky breath and kisses the back of Violets hand that’s been clutched in her own. “Anyway. Mommy has to stay here and make sure Santa’s elf doesn’t give away your presents to another little girl. Wouldn’t want that would you?” She says this like its top secret making the young girls smile appear. “No!” “No.” Katya stares at her baby’s sweet face for a moment before saying her final goodbye, teary eyed. “I love you Snowflake.” She kisses Violets cheek long, then her little hand before finally standing up straight and shutting the car door, giving the girl a small wave through the window. Katya tries to walk past Roy into the house but he grabs her gently by the arms and tries to hug her. She stands there in his awkward embrace. She can’t do this right now. His hands move to her back and his face is buried in her neck. He inhales deeply. “You smell good.” She gives a half attempt at hugging him back. “You’re drunk.” She says knowingly, and tries to wait it out but he’s not making a move to stop. “Roy, I’m cold.” She pulls away hands still on his waist and his on her arms. She takes one look back at the car and mentally decides something. “I’ll make you some coffee.” She tries to walk into the house but he stops her again, hand on her wrist. “I’m not drunk. You can still come with us. Go pack a bag.” She turns to him frustrated and tries to look away. She tries and fails to pull her arm from him. “I can’t do that.” He persists, more handsy. “Yes you can. We’ll get you a ticket in the morning.” She ignores his words and tries to push past him. This sets him off. “What are you gonna do? Huh? What are you gonna do.. Stay here with Abby over Christmas? You gonna stay with the Shopgirl in there? Huh?” “Roy!” “What are you gonna do, Katya, huh? What is the plan?” Trixie can hear everything at this point, and turns the knob on the record player up a few notches. "Stop it!“ Katya shouts and still tries to move past the hostile Roy. "Damn it!” He says and looks her dead on wanting to press the situation further. “I put nothing past women like you, Katya!” She looks at him horrified and angered. “YOU married a woman like me.” She finally pushes past him and Roy goes tumbling to the porch floor. He scrambles up, face full of rage and starts to shout, pointing at the car. “ If you don’t get in that car with us RIGHT NOW…” Katya fixes her hair and venomously smirks at him. “Then what? It’s over?” She says condescendingly, as if it hasn’t been over for years. Roy face turns white, the hurt obvious on his features. He slowly moves his pointing hand down to his side. “Goddamn you. You were never cruel..” She tries to touch his shoulder in comfort, knowing she hit a nerve, but he pushes her hand away and makes to walk past her. “Roy..” He ignores her and walks to his chauffeur who opens the backdoor, Roy thanks him. “How’s my girl.” She can hear him say to their child. “Ready to see grandma and grandpa?” Those are the last words she hears as the car pulls away into the darkness. She shivers at the thoughts of what just happened and makes her way into the house, angrily ripping her cardigan off her shoulders. She walks straight into the living room but hears Trixie’s soft voice behind her. “I should… call a cab.” Katya ignores her words and lifts the lid to the cigarette case on the table to find it empty. She stares at it for a moment then drops the lid to clatter on the table. “Just when you think it can’t get any worse, you run out of cigarettes.” Its a comment to herself but Trixie tries to be helpful. “Oh, tell me where to go. I’ll buy some for you, I really don’t min–” The blonde is interrupted by Katya’s raised voice. “You don’t have to run out in the middle of nowhere and buy cigarettes.” She sounds so troubled but she takes a deep breath and turns to the younger girl. “I’m fine.” Trixie just stares at her beautifully distraught face, then looks down. “There’s a train at 10:00. I’ll drive you to the station.” Trixie nods. The car ride is silent. And not the content silent like it was earlier that day. Its tense and Trixie can feel the remorse radiating off of the other blonde. But she keeps her head straight and stares at the streets below them. Katya’s cheeks are wet with tears. She’s on the train. And Trixie can’t stop the tears that start to wet her own cheeks as the train pulls slowly away from the station.

#katya zamolodchikova #trixie mattel #trixya #katya #bianca del rio #violet chachki #carol au #skyline #rpdr fanfiction #lesbian au #historical au

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