#yes agent ross I know I need to go kill people so I can have my family back but cheating at poker is what hosea would’ve wanted

[river-of-wine]

John Marston and his fancy little suits

[traveler-at-heart]

Finding Home

Summary: This is a series imagining what it was life for Natasha after joining S.H.I.E.L.D. - First few chapters feature a platonic relationship but maybe it will develop. Who knows! Let's enjoy the ride :)

Warnings: Mentions of trauma, past violence.

Part 1

“You can’t be serious”

“I am always serious, Barton”

Clint pinched the bridge of his nose. He didn’t know what else to do, how to make this situation any better. Take down an enemy, that’s easy. You just shoot an arrow.

This required more than an arrow.

“She helped us kill Dreykov. What more proof do you want, Fury?”

“I want training. And regular sessions with a S.H.I.E.L.D. shrink. And constant surveillance”

“So I’m a babysitter now?” Clint looked out the window.

“You made a decision, Barton, and now it’s time to stick by it” Fury said in a tone that made it clear the conversation was over.

“Yeah, but I was expecting a little more help from your side” the man grumbled. They both stared out the window.

“I already did. Secretary Ross wanted to prosecute you”

—

Clint left Fury’s office, aware that Natasha was following him. He was used to it by now. Without speaking to her, he walked to one of the tables in the cafeteria, resting his head on his hands.

The redhead stood by the wall, looking around as if she was ready to escape.

Maybe she would, and then he’d be so screwed not even Fury could help him.

“What’s wrong?” he heard a voice say. Clint lifted his head and saw you, smiling at him.

“I have a headache”

“And a shadow” you nodded to Natasha. As one of Fury’s apprentices, you’d heard about her already. The young woman before you was stunning in a way that was hard to ignore.

Her green eyes examined you as you leaned forward, offering your hand to introduce yourself. She kept staring and Clint chuckled.

“Scary” you said, not taking offense in her guarded demeanor. “So, what now?”

“I don’t know. I need to clear my head” the man stood up. “Wanna come to the gym with us?”

“After you”

—

Natasha was beautiful, yes. But now you understood the Black Widow monicker completely.

In a matter of minutes, she left Clint completely defeated.

Good thing she was on your side, right?

“Agent Y/L/N” Fury walked up to you as you left the gym, still thinking about Natasha’s incredible technique.

“Sir?”

“What do you make of Romanoff?”

“Well… she’s... I don’t think I have the words. She doesn’t need training, that’s for sure. In fact, she should be training our people”

“I need to know if I can trust her first. The way I trust you, and Barton, and Hills”

You crossed your arms, because Fury already knew what the plan was gonna be. And all you could do was listen and accept it.

“The secret Penthouse. I already told Maria to give you access and everything you need. Natasha stays there with you. Earn her trust”

“I can’t lie to her, Fury, and neither can you. A golden prison is still a prison” he rolled his eyes and you tried to hide your smile. It was always fun to annoy Fury with your morals.

“This is what I imagine it would be like to work with Captain America. And it ain’t fun, Y/L/N”

“I’m not saying I won’t help”

“But you’ll do it your way. Fine. No one listens to me anymore”

“Maybe you’re going soft”

—

Fury requested daily reports, which was to be expected. Except you only saw Natasha once and she barely spoke to you.

You cooked all three meals, trying to guess what she’d liked, knocked on her door to let her know it was time to eat, and then she’d wait for you to finish to come out.

Same with training. She hit the gym at break of dawn. You only saw her whenever you drove her to Doctor Taylor’s office, who was assigned to her case and then later, before dinner when she’d answer your questions about her work as a Black Widow and gave you all the information she could remember about Dreykov’s operations.

A week after moving to the penthouse, Fury and Maria showed up.

“We’re just checking”

“I sent you everything she’s told me. She’s being cooperative”

“That’s not enough” Fury said. Natasha came out of her room in that moment and you looked over your shoulder. “Let’s see what you’re made of”

“I already told you she doesn’t need training”

“Of course. I meant you, Agent” he pointed at you. “You said Romanoff should be training us. I know she can kick Barton’s ass. What about yours?”

Natasha did. You were thrown around in ten different ways, always discovering a new weak spot that you’d never thought about before.

S.H.I.E.L.D.'s young promise, panting and sweating on the gym’s floor. Begging for your life.

The last time Natasha knocked you down, you stayed there. You couldn’t take another round.

“Train together. Every day” Fury requested and you nodded.

To your surprise, Natasha offered her hand to help you up.

You smiled and took it. Fury was gone before you could say anything to him.

“Make sure you ice that punch” Maria pointed at your split lip and you sighed.

“Thanks, Hill”

As the warm water of the shower soothed your muscles, you kept going back to Natasha’s flawless movements. Of course you had read her file. The Red Room training included all kinds of physical demands and oddly enough, ballet.

To reach that level of perfection and control, Natasha must have worked out endlessly, without rest, without room for error.

Without a life. Or a childhood.

Knowing you’d be sore the next day, you took painkillers and went to the kitchen to start with dinner.

To your surprise, Natasha was already there.

“I’m sorry” she said as soon as your eyes locked. Before you could ask, the redhead clarified. “I didn’t mean to hurt you”

“Oh. It’s not your fault that I’m out of shape”

“You’re not… I’m just…”

“Better” you said, laughing. There was the glimpse of a smile on her lips.

“I can help with dinner if you want to. That pasta you made the other day was good. You’ll just have to tell me how to prepare some stuff”

“Sure. We’ll make it together” you offered, standing behind the kitchen counter. “Just don’t tell my mom I gave you the secret ingredients for the sauce. I’m supposed to share it only with the girl I marry”

When you were met with silence, you thought your attempt at a joke had gone unnoticed. Instead, you found Natasha looking at the knife you were offering so she could chop the tomatoes.

“Are you sure you want to give me a weapon?”

“What? You’re gonna chop these with your ninja moves? Come on, Nat. If you wanted me dead, you could do it with a pencil. That much is clear”

“Ok” Natasha nodded, taking it and following your instructions. You cooked in silence, until she spoke again. “No one’s ever called me Nat before”

“Sorry. Is that ok?”

“I think so”

“Alright” you nodded, smiling at her.

—

For a week, Natasha put her entire focus on your training and a new, pleasant routine developed.

Training, prepping meals, doctor Taylor, more training, dinner. Small talk here and there. Natasha never asked you personal questions, but you volunteered information about your family.

Clint stopped by and you could tell that Natasha trusted him more than anyone, including you. It was only logical, considering he was the one who put his ass on the line for her.

Maybe things would move along if he was the one here, instead of you. But Fury trusted you with this, and you had to follow his lead.

He always had a reason for eveything.

—

The autumn rain hit the penthouse windows. Natasha looked out, her head resting against her knees.

“Here” you offered a cup of hot cocoa. It was a lazy day, and you’d rather spend it making cookies than getting your ass kicked.

Sitting next to Natasha, she looked over at you as you took a sip of your own cup.

“What?” you asked when she smiled.

“You have whipped cream on your nose”

“Oh, you think that’s funny? Here” you leaned forward, getting some cream on her cheek.

“сука” she said playfully.

“I love it, let’s learn Russian curse words instead. That will please Fury”

“So, we don’t have to train today?” Natasha asked in a small voice. It almost sounded like… a child, asking if she could skip school.

“No, never if you don’t feel like it. Ok?”

“Ok” she nodded, looking out the window.

But your eyes, they remained on her. Hoping, wishing, you could help Natasha build a life worth living. Part 2

[skylarstark4826]

It all started with a meeting in the gilded throne room.

M’Baku had called for an emergency meeting and demanded that K’uk’ulkan, his associates, the Midnight Angels, Agent Ross, and the council all be in attendance.

Everyone stood in the room with enough tension to suffocate them, but no one dared to speak on K’uk’ulkan and his two warriors.

Even though everyone was clearly staring holes into M’Baku, silently demanding an explanation for their presence.

“Look.” M’Baku exhaled. “I know all of you are wondering why the fish people are here.”

“Yes.” Zawavari, elder of the mining tribe, narrowed her eyes at the reagent king. “Why are they here?”

“They are our allies.”

“And what exactly do we need our allies for?” M’Kathu, elder of the border tribe, furrowed his eyebrows.

“I received intel this morning from some of our war dogs hidden in high places.” The king rubbed him temples. “Apparently, there are nations planning to infiltrate Wakanda to kill Shuri.”

“What do you mean nations are planning to kill Shuri?” Okoye felt her forehead wrinkle.

“Well, they know Queen Ramonda passed. All that’s left to hold Wakanda together, in their eyes is Shuri.” Agent Ross pipped in. “They’re probably hoping to hit Wakanda hard enough, so that there won’t be any resistance when they try to steal vibranium again.”

“We would not be in this situation if a certain someone had not attacked our nation and killed our Queen Mother.” Zawavari huffed. “The colonizers were finally starting to fear us again and now they know where to place their targets.”

“They can still fear you.” Namor looked at her. “As your allies, we will not let Wakanda fall.”

The Merchant tribe elder scoffed at him. “Now why would we trust the man that tried to drown us all?”

“You have seen what I am capable of with my best warriors. Your warriors have seen what an ambush from my army is like. Wakanda is not in danger with me as her ally.”

She huffed looking away from the god king. “Then what of Shuri?”

“She is still in Haiti, is she not?” The River tribe elder arched a brow.

“She is.” M’Baku nodded.

“Then we have an advantage.” M’Kathu muttered. “Assuming these nations do not know she is there.”

“She arrived there discreetly. It would be impossible for them to know she is there.” Ayo offered. “Maybe a few of my sisters could go?”

“You know how Shuri is.” Aneka started. “She will not be happy with our presence there. She would escape us the moment she detected us and continue her grieving elsewhere.”

“But providing discreet protection, to keep an eye on her would not hurt.” The Merchant tribe elder closed her eyes in thought. “K’uk’ulkan, is your name, yes?”

The god king nodded. “It is.”

Her wise eyes opened and burned into him. “You have two warriors beside you, yes?”

“I do.”

“They are two of your best?”

“They are.”

“Which of these warriors would you feel comfortable sending off to keep watch on the shores of Haiti?”

K’uk’ulkan blinked at the proposition before turning to look at Attuma and Namora.

He whispered to them and Namora made a face before waving her hand in disinterest as she muttered something.

Attuma only shrugged before he muttered something, only lifting his eyes to stare at Okoye as she watched them talk.

Okoye ignored his gaze as she watched K’uk’ulkan turn to refocus on the Wakandans. “Attuma will go.”

“Absolutely not.” Okoye countered.

Everyone turned to look at her.

“Absolutely not?”  K’uk’ulkan repeated.

“That man stole the princess away and dragged her down into Talokan, where you kept her hostage!”

“That would be a better alternative to him playing guard dog to your Queen.”

“He would not be playing guard dog if you had not killed Queen Ramonda.”

His dark brown eyes burned into her like a pot of boiling hot chocolate. “Perhaps if you all had left Shuri in my care, we would not be here, and your Queen Mother would still be alive.”

That made the tension in the room thicken tenfold.

“They cannot help us. They will only make things worse.” Okoye looked at M’Baku. “Let me protect Shuri from afar if we must be discreet.”

“Okoye.” M’Baku frowned. “We cannot have any mistakes here.

“There will be no mistakes.”

The Merchant tribe elder spoke up. “Okoye. You confessed that you were bested by that blue man and lost the princess before you were demoted by Queen Ramonda. You are in no position to make demands.”

Okoye’s eyes burned with tears at the memory. “In no position? I bested him on the sea leopard. I trained long and hard to defeat him. It does not matter that I was demoted. I am now a midnight angel of Queen Shuri and I have every right to speak.”

“Okoye.” Zawavari frowned. “You besting him one time does not mean he is unqualified for this job.”

“And him besting me one time is enough to disqualify me?!”

“Okoye.”

“You are not listening.”

“No, you are not listening.” The merchant tribe elder waved her finger in anger. “The blue warriors are an undefeatable foe to their enemies.”

“Unless exposed to strong concentrations of heat or a sonic round-”

“-they will be dead before they discover that.” Zawavari cut her off. “Do not forget how we almost lost all of our best warriors that day on the sea leopard. You are not as mighty as you think you are.”

“So, you’re just going to dismiss me altogether?”

“You are testing my patience.” M’Baku groaned. “Do not make me have you escorted from this room, Okoye. Everyone is in agreement with this plan, but you.”

She pointed at Attuma. “What is discreet about a big blue man with a shark head walking the shores of Haiti? I can watch Shuri closer than he can. He cannot lurk in the shadows!”

“She is right.” Attuma’s voice filled the throne room, pulling everyone’s gaze to him. “In the day, it would be hard for me to watch up close as a big blue man with a shark head.” Attuma stepped away from K’uk’ulkan’s side and approached the seething woman, ignoring her fiery glare as he stood beside her. “She is your best warrior, so you should heed her advice. She is quite the adversary, so you offend me when you insult her.” He looked at the council before turning to M’Baku. “Tell me, who would dare to approach Queen Shuri with Okoye and I protecting her?”

Okoye stared at him in disbelief while M'Baku thought over the question.

Was he really defending and vouching for her to tag along when she was desperately trying to have him discredited and banished to the sea?

The council whispered amongst themselves for a few minutes before Zawavari got up. “Since Okoye is so worried, she can make sure she covers the areas this fish man cannot. She can also ensure that he does not step out of line.” She looked at Okoye. “But any failure to protect Shuri this time will cost you your life.”

“And his?” She pointed at Attuma.

The elder ignored her before sitting down.

“Well then it has been decided.” M’Baku got up. “You two are to travel together and arrive discreetly in Haiti.”

“How am I supposed to arrive there discreetly with a big blue shark man.”

“A whale.” Namor offered.

Okoye glared holes into the god king before M’Baku continued to speak.

“The two of you are to keep watch over Shuri without making any contact. Shuri cannot know she is in danger. We will carry her burdens for her. Am I clear?”

“Yes, my king.” Okoye lowered her head.

“You are to depart before sunset. Keep us posted and do not do anything that will compromise the integrity of your mission.” He narrowed his eyes. “The two of you may be there for a few weeks, months, or possibly longer. Let us not ruin having the upper hand.”

They both nodded.

“This meeting is adjourned.”

The Dora Milaje slammed the base of their spears against the floor and the gilded doors of the throne room were opened.

Okoye was the first out, abandoning Aneka with Ayo and leaving Attuma to eat her dust.

She was seething and unapproachable as she left the palace.

The warrior cursed under her breath all the way home, praying to Bast to keep her from turning around to harm the leaders of her people… and then some.

Once inside the safety of her home, she tossed a duffel bag on her bed and yanked a few outfits out of her closet before flinging them on her bed.

She needed swimwear.

Something she could fight in.

Something she could sleep in.

Something she didn’t care about and could get dirty.

Something formal.

Something casual.

Something in case it got cold.

And then something sensual, in the event that she had to swoon someone for intel.

Hopefully she could just beat it out her foes, but honey attracts more than fire.

She packed them all up with a surplus of undergarments, toiletries, and a few monthly products in case they stayed long enough for her to see her next cycle.

Once she was satisfied with her bag, she got dressed in her midnight angel uniform, and left with her duffel bag in tow.

Now, to journey to Haiti.

She opened her front door to find Attuma sitting on the second to last step, staring out at a rhino grazing in the distance.

“I wonder if they would notice if I killed you, hid your body, and left for Haiti.”

Attuma chuckled as he got up and looked up at her. “I think Namora would notice.”

“Why are you sitting on my steps?”

“Your king told me to wait for you here. He worried you would flee without me and lose your head as punishment.”

She huffed before closing and locking her door before walking down the steps. “I love how my life is on the line.”

“My king is protective of your Queen. My failure to keep her alive will cost my life as well.”

“Great.”

“Are you ready to go?”

“Do I look like I’m not ready?”

“You are dressed in your armor.”

“I’m not traveling on a whale with short sleeves and a skirt on.”

“I would not let you feel cold.”

“I don’t want to know what you mean by that but let me make myself clear.” She raised a teal-gloved finger and pointed at herself. “I do not like you.” She pointed at him before dropping her hand. “And I never will. Got it?”

He arched a brow at her. “Hm?”

“Were you even listening to me?”

 “Somewhat.”

“So, my words weren’t good enough to be heard by the mighty Attuma too?”

He leaned down so that his face was centimeters from hers, shielding her small form from the rest of the world as he whispered. “I hear you and I see you, but I do not believe that you will despise me forever.” His eyes held hers. “Never is a long time, warrior.”

“I do not care what you believe. This is all your fault. We are only speaking now because I am being forced to work with you against my will.” She shoved him back to put some distance between them before tightening her hold on her bag. “Now, shut up and take me to the stupid whale.”

Attuma looked at her for a moment and walked away without uttering another word.

Okoye followed him, praying to Bast once more that he wouldn’t be petty and strap her to the back of the whale she had called stupid.

**-**

The journey to Haiti was swift and silent- just how she liked it.

Bast had answered her prayers about not being tied to the back of the whale like an insolent captive.

But, Bast had cursed her in other ways.

Attuma had her sandwiched between his chest and her bag as he held onto the whale’s saddle.

His excuse was that he did not wish for her to fall off and blow away in the current.

She thought he was lying at first until the orca had started moving.

In conclusion, she was grateful and hateful as they made their way to the shores of Haiti.

“We are close.” Attuma murmured as the whale began to slow down.

“Do you want me to check the shore?”

“No. We will go set up our hideout tonight.”

“What?”

“I have soldiers scouting and guarding the area. You will need rest after this journey.”

“I am capable of fulfilling my duties without rest.”

“You can start in the morning.” He guided the whale to the surface and had them emerge by a dense patch of tropical trees.”

“So, we’re doing day shifts and night shifts?”

“No. I am giving you an opportunity to rest.”

“You don’t get to make that call when my life is on the line.”

“Your life is safe.”

“Like I would trust you.”

“Fine.” He looked at her. “Get up and walk.”

“I will.”

She got off the saddle and swam with her bag until the water was shallow enough to walk.

The moment her weight settled on her legs, her body dropped and her masked face was ambushed by saltwater and sand.

Attuma got off of the saddle and plunged below the water’s surface to put on his rebreather. He emerged from the calm waves and dismissed the whale with a wave of his hand before approaching Okoye.

He exhaled as he watched her crawl to the sandy shore, eager to show how much she did not need his help or care to follow his orders of getting rest.

The warrior grabbed the midnight angel and carried her like an abandoned ragdoll against his hip as he carried her duffel bag over his shoulder.

“I can walk.” She grumbled.

He only grunted at her as he walked into the woods, under the cloak of a moonless night.

Okoye began to squirm in discomfort before he opted to carry her in his arms like a newlywed bride.

He found her smacks of protest endearing as she squirmed in his arms.

“You will fall if you continue to move."

That made her stiffen.

“I told you I could walk. I don’t need your help or your pity.”

“I know you are strong and mighty. You do not have to prove yourself to me.”

“I could have done this mission on my own.”

“You could have.” He nodded in agreement before approaching a small cave that blended in with the trees. “But your people do not see you as I do.”

“You see me as competition.”

“No.”

“No?”

“No. I see you as my equal.” He corrected her as he walked into the cave immersing them in complete darkness.

“Attuma?”

“Okoye?”

“Are you trying to kill me and hide my body in this cave?”

“I do not wish to harm you.” The dim blue light of glow worms began to light a path to a cozy little hideout as he walked further into the cave. “This is where you’ll be staying when you need to rest.”

Okoye blinked at the sofa and small table that were placed below a chandelier of bioluminescent worms.

The cave floor was adorned with a large dark rainbow woven rug that had cream knotted tassels at the ends.

He set her down on the couch before setting her bag on the floor.

“It is not much.” He looked around the grotto. “There is a mat for you to rest on if you head down the tunnel to the right. There is a shallow pond if you go down the tunnel to the left. You can clean yourself there.” He scratched the side of his head briefly. “There is a bucket in there to relieve yourself as well.”

“A bucket?” Okoye deadpanned.

“Yes.”

“You want me to pee in a bucket.” She stared at him disbelief.

“I apologize. I did not have time to properly prepare a proper place for you, considering that I can sleep in the water.” He gestured to the couch. “I had a few of my subordinates scrap something together, but it could use a woman’s touch.”

“It could use more than a woman’s touch.” Okoye exhaled as she looked around. “I’m not begging for a five-star resort.”

“A what?”

“A fancy place with silk sheets and pillows.”

Attuma’s brows furrowed. “Oh.”

“I thank your subordinates for their efforts, but I am not peeing in a bucket-”

“-There are bushes-”

“-Or bushes.” She scowled as she removed her helm.

“You are angry.”

“I’m not angry.”

“You do not like this.”

“I don’t.” Okoye sighed. “But I’ll survive. This is my mission, so I will ensure this.”

Attuma titled his head. “How can I help?”

“Don’t worry about it.” She rubbed her face.

“I am worried.”

“Then stop worrying and go patrol the area.” She looked up at him. “I cannot rest, like you want, with you looming over me.”

“So, you agree to rest?”

“Yes. Now get out.”

He stared at her for a moment before leaving the cave through the dark and ominous tunnel.

The Wakandan exhaled as she began to remove her midnight angel suit before stretching out on the couch in her bodysuit.

Despite the invincible façade she maintained with the talokanil general, she was too tired and emotionally drained to move from the couch.

Her eyes closed after a few slow blinks, and she was out like a light.

**-**

Morning started with a jolt as Okoye woke up to find a few masked talokanil women carrying furniture and decorating the grotto, doing their best to stay quiet.

Namora was whispering to Attuma angrily in her native tongue while gesturing at everything.

Despite her anger, the general was extremely calm whenever he replied.

The two of them were very interesting, but a part of Okoye wanted to flip her shit over the invasion of her privacy.

She must have been really exhausted, if they had all managed to work around her while she rested.

She almost felt ashamed of how much they had accomplished while she wandered in the land of dreams.

A woman holding a bowl of fruit perked up when she noticed the Okoye was awake and began to move towards her. Okoye shook her head at her, and the woman froze before slowly backing up.

Attuma and Namora looked at the woman before turning to see Okoye wide awake.

“Wi’ijech?” Namora arched a brow.

Okoye looked to Attuma for an explanation.

He gestured to the fruit. “Are you hungry?”

“Yes…” She nodded slowly. “…and who are these people?”

“I expressed to Namora your discomfort about peeing in a bucket and she decided to help.”

Namora crossed her arms as she stared holes into the Wakandan as the handmaid approached again with the bowl of fruit.

“Right…” She stared holes back into the feathered woman before grabbing half of a papaya and accepting a spoon-like utensil.

“Ku méejtech uutsil.” She beamed before retreating back to where she had been standing.

“Ah…”

“She said to enjoy your meal.”

“Oh.” Okoye looked at her. “Thank you.” She furrowed her brows as she tried to recall the correct translation while the handmaid looked at her in confusion. “Dios bo’otik.”

She perked up. “Teeche’ a tsiikbal maaya?” (Do you speak Yucatec mayan?)

“Chen jumpit.” Okoye shrugged before tucking into her breakfast. (Yes, a little.)

The handmaid nodded before saying something in their native tongue to Attuma and Namora.

“She would make a good wife, General.”

Namora scowled and Attuma laughed before saying something back.

“She would.”

By the time Okoye was finished, the cave was finally approved by Namora and her handmaids.

Namora showed her around, trying her best to explain things in English before excusing herself and her handmaids from the cave.

“She was nicer than expected.” Okoye offered as she looked around.

“She wished to seem cordial when showing off the works of our culture. She felt that I was bringing shame to Talokan for making you live in such conditions.”

“Mm.”

Attuma looked at her. “Do you like this?”

“It’s way better than the bucket and bushes.”

He laughed softly. “Yes.”

“How’s Shuri?”

“Safe and secure.” 

“Then it’s my time to patrol?”

“Yes.”

“Alright. I’ll go get ready.”

He watched her get up and blinked when she arched a brow at him. “Mm?”

“You can leave.”

“I will wait.”

“You can wait outside.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re a man.”

He gave her a puzzled look. “Do you not like men?”

Okoye didn’t know if her face was hot with embarrassment or anger. “What kind of question is that?”

“I have to leave because I am a man?”

She blinked at him. “You are missing the point.”

“Then be clear.”

“I don’t want a man in here while I’m bathing and getting dressed.”

“I will be here.” He pointed at the couch.

“I don’t want you anywhere near me while I am naked in another room.”

“Oh.”

“Yes.” Okoye hissed and pointed at the tunnel that led to the exit. “Now get ouuuuuuut.”

“You are always kicking me out.”

“I could always throw you out.”

He laughed before raising his hands in surrender. “I will go.”

“Dios bo’otik.”

“Mixba’al.” He shot back before leaving.

“You’re welcome, my ass.” Okoye muttered under her breath before leaving.

**-**

Okoye emerged from the cave’s entrance dawning a beaded top, black tights, and a crimson patterned scarf as a skirt to conceal her curves from wondering eyes. It was technically her ceremonial wear she had worn when T’Challa had fought M’Baku at Warrior Falls, but now she couldn’t wear it after being demoted by the late Queen Mother.

She had tried to give it to Ayo, but the new General refused it.

Ayo still felt she deserved to keep it and only won their argument by saying she was the General over the Midnight Angels.

Shuri had seconded this opinion, allegedly.

She wouldn’t wear it in Wakanda out of respect to Ayo, but she could wear it as swimwear in Haiti.

She hadn’t realized how warm and humid it would be in Haiti, so this would be her patrolling uniform until she opted on buying something in the nearby local towns.

Attuma stared at her for a moment. “Do you have everything?”

“Yeah.” She gestured to her satchel.

“Can you swim in that?”

“Can you swim in that?” She fired back.

“Do you always answer a question with a question?”

“Only when they are stupid.”

He exhaled before leading her out of the forest and into the water.

Attuma pulled off his rebreather and gently grabbed her jaw.

Okoye froze at the contact and blinked before grabbing his wrist. “Who are you to touch me?”

“A man who does not want you to drown.”

“I can swim.”

“You cannot swim on the surface. We must be discreet.”

“Fine.” She lowered her hand with a huff and let him press his rebreather on her face.

“Breathe.”

She inhaled slowly before letting out a shaky breath as he stared at her.

His gaze left hers and focused on the mask as he ensured it was secure before stepping back.

“Come.” He motioned for her to follow as he slowly began to sink into the water.

Okoye watched him before sinking in to follow.

They swam down shore before hiding on a small barrier island, that rested less than 20 ft away from Nakia’s home.

Okoye returned the rebreather to Attuma and pulled out a pair of binoculars as she settled within a thick bed of tall beachgrass.

The lens zoomed in on the house and began to give detailed heat signatures of all signs of life inside.

The only person home was Queen Shuri.

Shuri was inside tinkering on something.

She pressed a button to zoom out and scan signs of life in the area.

There were fish in the water, birds in the sky, and a handful of crabs scattering across the beach.

Other than that, there seemed to be no threats, and all seemed to be calm.

She set down her binoculars and turned to look at Attuma who was sitting next to her.

“Are you done drooling?” Okoye quipped, forcing Attuma to blink.

“Drooling?”

“You’ve been staring at me since we got here.”

“You are very beautiful.”

It was Okoye’s turn to blink. “I- well-” She cleared her throat. “Staring is creepy. Stop it.”

He closed his eyes. “Is this good?”

She snorted. “I guess.”

“Good.”

“Isn’t this my shift?” He opened his eyes and shrugged at her question. “You can go sleep.”

“I will sleep with you tonight.”

“Excuse me?”

“When you rest, I will rest.”

“But you didn’t sleep last night.”

“I did. Namora decided to help with patrols. We will work together now.”

“Doesn’t Namora need you more?”

“Namora prefers to work alone.”

“As do I.”

“Your council does not want you to work alone.”

“That’s because of that stupid fight on the bridge.” She pinched the bridge of her nose. “But what nobody seems to remember is when I kicked your ass off that ship.”

“That’s because you cheated.”

“Cheated?”

“The suit.”

“What about it?”

“It makes you stronger.” He gently touched his chest. “It feels differently.”

“Attuma, I could kick your ass from her to Wakanda without my suit.” She narrowed her eyes. “I only lost on the bridge because I was protecting two unconscious people.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

Okoye stared at him with wide eyes. “When our shift is over, I will.”

“Mm.” He crossed his arm. “Ok.”

**-**

They spent the entirety of their shift scanning the area and occasionally having a small exchange of words.

Attuma would often start with a question and Okoye would either answer or fire back another question if her patience was thin.

He didn’t mind playing along with the warrior.

He had learned how to make her blossom with a bit of experimental prodding.

The more he made her snort or smile, the more willing she was to answer.

And as he began to earn giggles and flustered gasps, her guard slowly began to go down to the point that their questions could become more intimate.

He felt honored that she felt comfortable enough to be honest about such private matters.

Especially when it came to her romantic life.

“Why haven’t you pursued anyone since your divorce?”

“And be put in a similar predicament, again?”

“Not everyone is a traitor to their people.”

Okoye shrugged. “I’m not eager enough to explore. I do not yearn to have someone else’s failures thrown back in my face when my superiors feel like hitting below the belt.”

“It has happened before?”

“It happens all the time.” She exhaled. “They’re still holding Shuri’s capture and the Queen Mother’s passing over my head in that stupid throne room.”

“It was not your fault.”

“It doesn’t matter. They need someone to blame and I’m the perfect target.”

Attuma opened his mouth hesitantly before a pair of blue hands parted the grass behind them.

Namora stared at them before shooing them away. “Xe.” (Go away.)

Attuma turned to Okoye. “Come. Our shift is over.”

Okoye moved with him and left the barrier island, ignoring Namora’s fiery gaze as Attuma gave her his rebreather. Once they were set, they began to swim their way back to the hideout.

It was a little before sunset by the time they arrived back to the shoreline, not too far from the hideout.

“Still feeling up to test your theory?” Okoye arched a brow as she pulled off the rebreather and handed it back to him.

“I am if you are.” He looked up at her after securing the now waterfilled mask to his face.

She shrugged before grabbing her spear from her satchel and activating it.

Attuma headed back to the water and dived below the surface.

He returned moments later with two blunt vibranium poles.

“What? Scared you’ll get stabbed?” She scoffed as she deactivated her spear and placed it back in her satchel.

“What part of me not wanting to harm you, do you not understand?”

Okoye tossed her bag to the tree line.

“I have dreams about gutting you like a fish.” She caught the pole he tossed to her and twirled it as she inspected it. “I don’t understand how you don’t have violent dreams with me.”

“I have dreams with you, but they are far from violent.”

“Oh? Then what are they?”

“Hot and wet.”

Okoye wrinkled her nose. “Just tell me when you’re ready to get smacked.”

“Strike when you are.”

She looked him over before she began to draw a large circle around him in the sand. “Don’t step out unless you wish to be labeled as the loser of this sparring session.” She called out before she lunged forward to strike him down.

The approach surprised him.

Okoye had always been fluid and graceful.

This was more of his style in battle.

He blocked her swing before moving to counter with just as much strength.

Okoye deflected him and slipped through his stance as his staff came crashing down.

That was her style.

He focused as they began to pull and thrust their staffs, eager to strike a blow like a billiard pro into the other’s chest.

He admired her ability to adapt and shift styles of combat depending on the amount of strength he used.

She was so attentive.

A hiss of pain fell from Okoye’s lips as he managed to hit her in the calf.

They slowly began to circle each other before they moved back in, aiming to strike the other down.

Okoye was very calculated with her approach, examining him with each swing and swipe.

If he had managed to get her.

That meant there had to be an opening in his form she was blind to.

Her eyes narrowed in on his legs as he brough his rod down to strike her.

It would require her waiting until he could not back out of the motion to land a blow.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

Go.

Attuma’s breath hitched as she side-stepped him and landed a strong blow to the back of his knee.

He swung his spear behind himself, pushing her back as he dropped to one knee.

Before he could swing again, she jumped on his back and wrapped her legs around his neck, and used his weight against him as she leaned forward.

They both fell into the Haitian sand as the sun began to paint their bodies in gold and orange light.

Okoye slowly sat up with a groan as he carefully rolled over underneath her before she began to frantically wipe sand from her face.

“You are bold to do something like that.” Attuma looked up at her before offering a helpful hand. “Does it count as a win if you fall out of the circle too?” He quipped as he brushed the remaining sand from her face.

Okoye opened her eyes and looked at where they had fallen.

“I won, but I guess it’s a draw.”

“Did you hurt yourself?”

“No. I just got a face full of sand and poked by your armor.” She rolled off of his body with a grunt before laying out on the warm sand.

Attuma looked himself over as he sat up and began to take it all off.

“What are you doing?”

“You do not like my armor.”

“I don’t intend on laying on top of you or touching you. It just hurt when I crashed on top of you.”

“I want you to.”

“You what-?”

“I want you to touch me.” He gently grabbed her hand and placed it against his chest.

She stared at his azure chest as it rose and fell with each breath, glistening with sweat in the light of the sinking sun.

This was Attuma in almost all his glory.

All he had on now was his loincloth and headdress.

Had she ever seen the warrior without his armor?

Her brain immediately crushed the thought as her mind recalled who she was touching.

This was the man who had contributed to her shame as a warrior of Wakanda.

He was why they didn’t take her seriously.

She’d be damned to get lost in his sweaty broad chest and strong figure.

His stupid handsome face could hit the sand again for all she cared.

She snatched her hand back before getting up and grabbing up her abandoned staff.

“You almost had me fooled there for a moment.” She glared at him with renewed fire in her eyes.

“Fooled?”

“Yes. I will never like you. Remember?”

“What if I win?”

“You won’t.”

He grabbed his spear and stood up. “Then let’s try again.” He rolled his neck with a soft sigh. “If I win, I’ll make you eat your words.”

“And if you lose, you have to patrol with Namora and leave me the fuck alone. Got it?”

“Got it.”

“Good.”

His gaze looked feral as the sunlight began to burn crimson on the horizon.

He watched her as he began to trace the circle in the sand with his staff, moving around her like a lion eyeing a wounded gazelle.

“Ko’oten waye’.”

Her heart fluttered as he beckoned her forward with a curl of his finger.

Whatever style she was fighting in before had been abandoned as she moved forward with swift and lethal accuracy.

She was aiming to stun his vitals and he was keeping her at a distance with calculated counter strikes.

They panted and grunted as they matched each other hit for hit, waiting for the other to slip up.

It would require another risky move to get Attuma out.

She managed to strike his chin with an upward strike but failed to evade a swing to her side as she moved into his space.

Okoye ignored the pain as she slammed her knee into his gut before spinning her spear around to avoid another blow.

Her eyes widened as she was scooped up with a firm hand on her ass, forcing her to latch on to him with her legs.

“This is extremely inappropriate.”

“You can either cling to me or accept your defeat.”

“You’re cheating.”

“I thought we were only using staffs until you kneed me.”

“Well how can I defeat you if you just scoop me up! I can’t lift you up!”

“Then you should yield, In ba’ate’el.”

She wrinkled her nose at the nickname.

Warrior.

She slammed her palm into his rebreather. “You yield, In ba’ate’el.”

He ignored the pain as he raised the vibranium pole.

He pressed the staff between them like a crowbar and began to pry her off of his body.

Okoye grunted as her nails dragged down his sides, leaving angry purple and bloody lines on his blue skin until her body was about to drop.

It was futile.

She wasn’t flexible enough to get out of this.

Her body dropped outside of the circle and Attuma pointed his staff at her to stop her from getting up.

“Yield.”

“No.” She panted softly as she looked up.

Attuma tossed the spear to the side with an agitated sigh before he pinned her down into the sand in one fast motion.

The sun had now set, and the sky was dark, drowning them again in a moonless night.

“Get off of me.” She grunted as she squirmed underneath him.

“You refuse to yield.” He murmured. “So, I will make you.”

“You couldn’t make me if you tri-” Her sentence was cut short with a sharp inhale as his hips pressed firmly against hers.

She immediately regretted wearing such thin and revealing clothing.

His loincloth left only the image of his cock to the imagination, and she could feel him perfectly through her tights.

“What was that, warrior?”

“I will make you meet your ancestors, when I get up.” She growled as she struggled underneath him. “Just you wait-” Her breath hitched as she felt more of him in her struggles. “-Fuck.” Her face felt hot as he watched her shiver. All she could do was let out a cry of frustration as she submitted to his strength.

“In ba’ate’el.” He moved his hips slowly, testing the waters as she struggled not to moan. “If it feels good, why did you stop moving?”

“Oh, I don’t know.” She huffed as her body began to heat up with arousal. “Maybe because enjoying this might be lower than losing to you.”

“Lower?” He wrinkled his nose. 

“Yes. This is pathetic and insulting.” She tried to squirm away before falling rigid when her hips pressed against his again. “I will not give anyone another reason to look down on me.”

“No one will look down on you.”

“They already do.” She clenched her hands into fists. “You saw them. You heard them.” Her eyes burned at the thought. “I will never live it down if they learn that I let you fuck me into the sand.”

“How will they know?”

“Someone could see or tell-”

“Who?”

“Maybe one of your people.”

“They will not approach this area without my permission.”

Okoye stared up at him. “I cannot take any chances.”

“Whatever happens between us will be buried in the Haitian sand and washed away if you wish for nothing more. I will not let anyone hurt you or insult you.” He leaned in close. “I see your pain and your frustration. I will always defend you, even if we remain as just allies.” His voice lowered in to a soft whisper as he spoke again. “Although, I hope that you’ll let me be more to you with time.”

She parted her lips hesitantly before closing her mouth.

“Do you trust me?”

Okoye searched his eyes for any uncertainty before offering a small nod.

“Can I please you?” He whispered softly as he pulled off his rebreather.

She nodded again slowly as his lips moved to hover over hers.

“Do you yield to me, Okoye?”

She mouthed the faintest yes against his lips before their lips connected with want and lust.

It was weird to admit that.

To yield?

To Attuma of all people?

It was supposed to be humiliating.

It was supposed to feel like she was back in the throne room on the verge of tears.

It was supposed to feel like she was all on her own.

But it felt the complete opposite.

She felt relieved.

It was the feeling she had oddly felt when he came to her defense.

He was the only one who dared to speak up and he was the only one who respected her.

She kissed back tenderly as her eyes fluttered close.

The kiss they shared was a dance, the needy touches were an exploration, and the grinding was a test of their limits.

Neither of them had truly yielded.

In fact, it had been an empty word he hadn’t cared to hear.

He only cared for her to understand that he respected her and that she was safe with him.

She did not have to look over her shoulder while being loved and worshipped by him.

She would never be inferior not matter what anyone said.

They were equal.

And if she couldn’t remember, he’d make sure she didn’t forget.

He peppered her face with the gentlest of kisses as she panted for air before pulling back to look her over. “Jach kichpanech.”

“What does that mean?” She looked up at him slightly dazed.

“You are beautiful.” He crooned as his fingers trailed over her beaded top.

Azure fingers rolled and pressed against the colorful beads that rested against her nipples.

Dark brown eyes memorized every expression she made as she shivered and gasped under his touch.

He slipped his hands under her top, trailing his large hands across her soft skin, tracing soft shapes on her skin. Okoye was breathless under his warm and war-torn hands.

Once he was satisfied with how sensitive her nipples had become from all his gentle pinches and tugs, he trailed his hands down her stomach before playing with the waistband of her tights.

He pulled back, slightly winded without his rebreather as he moved to tug down her tights and underwear, carefully laying them out under her to evade the peskiness of sand.

Okoye was flustered as he leaned down.

Attuma wasted no time as he began to trail kisses up her thighs before he began to press his tongue flush against her clit.

The gasp she released was enough to make him begin to swirl his tongue and suck softly.

“Fuck.” She moaned.

How was he so skilled?

Okoye couldn’t even think straight as she reached down and grabbed at his headdress blindly.

His mouth had her sputtering out words in her native tongue that he could not interpret.

He deemed them as praises as she breathed out his name and pulled him closer.

Attuma gently pressed a finger against her throbbing entrance, closing his eyes as her hands discarded the shark headdress he dawned and tangled their way into his long black hair.

Soft moans spilled from her lips as he slipped his finger in slowly.

He watched her fall apart as he continued to lick, suck, and finger her until she was glistening with sweat and tugging on his hair with little restraint.

He whispered soft words against her skin as she got closer and closer to her release until she fell apart with a breathless moan.

She wasn’t sure what he had been whispering, but he sounded sexy as fuck.

He rewarded her with several kisses before he pulled back to grab his rebreather.

She watched him pant as he closed his eyes, gills fluttering under a similar apparatus in relief.

“W-Were you suffocating?”

“The air here is very humid, so I won’t suffocate. But I was getting a little lightheaded.” He opened his eyes to look down at her. “I could breathe off you alone. You are very intoxicating.”

Okoye’s face burned at the implication. “Yima.” She sat up slowly and pointed at him.

“Yima?”

“Stop.”

“What I said was a compliment.”

“I will put a hole in your mask if you continue to antagonize me.”

He chuckled at her antics as he removed his loincloth. “I will stop.”

“Thank you.”

He reached out and gently grabbed her wrist. “Ko’oten waye’.”

She allowed him to pull her forward and onto his bare lap, doing her best to not look at his erection.

The shock on her face was hard to bury when her eyes caught a peek.

Attuma laughed softly as he gently rubbed her sides. “Something wrong?”

“Are the women of Talokan built different?”

He chuckled. “Why do you ask?”

“I will not boost your ego any further.”

He pressed his forehead to hers. “Your cries will be more than enough.”

“You’re crazy if you think I’m letting you get any closer.”

“I will not hurt you.” His voice was soft. “I will be gentle.”

“If it hurts, I will not let you know peace.”

“And I will let you do whatever you want to me to feel better.” He lifted her hips a little. “I will be slow so you can adjust, but you must tell me if you feel any discomfort.”

She rested her hands on his shoulders. “I will tell you.”

He nodded slowly as he slowly lowered her on his erection, closing his eyes as he concentrated on being careful.

Okoye rested her forehead against his as she moaned, sinking her fingernails into his back as she adjusted to the size of his cock.

He was somehow everywhere, touching everything without any effort.

“Are you hurting?” He whispered once he was fully inside.

“N-No.”

“Are you lying?”

“I am fine.” She looked up at him. “Just flustered.”

“Can I move?”

“Yes.”

He held her close as he slowly began to bounce her on his lap.

Okoye pressed her face into his covered gills as she pulled him closer, muffling herself as she moaned.

He breathed out a few soft moans as he squeezed her thighs before sliding a hand forward to grab her ass.

To be conquered and ridden by such a beautiful woman was an honor he could not explain.

“I am yielding to you, like you have yielded to me.” He murmured. “I now belong entirely to you.”

“You are giving so much for a quick fuck in the sand.”

He growled at her indifference. “Does this feel like a quick fuck?” He moved his hips to meet hers.

Wet smacks and uneven moans began to harmonize with the ocean waves as they moved together, chasing a new high.

“I’m sorry. I-I take it back.” Okoye breathed out as she clawed at his back with dazed eyes. “You’re such a good fuck.”

“I try to be.” He moaned as he moved her hips a little faster. “We could have been doing this sooner if you hadn’t been so against my presence.”

“That just means I’m not easy.” She pressed kissed in his jaw before nipping on his ear. “I may still want to kill you after this.”

“I think you’d miss me if you killed me.” He shivered.

“I’ll only miss you if you let me.” She whispered in his ear.

He pushed her down into the sand and growled as he began to fuck her into their discarded clothes.

Okoye was seeing stars as she moaned under him. “Attuma-”

She wasn’t sure when or how he had removed his rebreather, but his lips were on his and she was melting.

His lips were on his until he was distracted by her beaded neck.

He tugged down the colorful beads and began to kiss and suck on her neck with fervor.

She tilted her head back and pulled him closer by his hair.

Her cries filled the night as she came crashing down from another high.

He quickly muffled her mouth with his before stuffing her with cum as he released with a shudder.

He peppered the dazed woman with soft kisses before whispering sweet words in his native tongue.

“I don’t understand.” She murmured.

He brushed his lips over hers. “They are praises.”

“What do they mean?”

“You took me so well that you have been burned into my soul.” He whispered.

“That was cheesy.”

“Then I will spare you the translation of the others.”

Okoye laughed softly as she gently touched his face. “I want to hear them too.”

“Let me find my rebreather.” He leaned into her touch. “I’m starting to feel a little faint.”

“I’ll get it.”

“Stay.” He kissed her palms before gently pulling away.

 The absence of his body left her cold and empty.

Dark brown eyes watched the warrior search the dark shore for his rebreather before he found it and stumbled to the sea to refill it.

He returned to her side, sparkling with sand and sweat, as he panted softly.

“I don’t know why you took it off again, earlier.” Okoye murmured as he laid down with a grunt before pulling her on top of him to rest.

“How could I deny you when you were calling out to me?”

“I did not call out for you.”

“You said my name.” He rubbed her back gently. “Is that not what that is?”

“I don’t remember saying your name.”

“You said it many times.”

“I don’t recall saying your name many times.”

“In ba’ate’el, do we need to go another round and count how many times I can make you say my name?”

She pressed her face into his chest. “Not tonight.”

“Next time?”

Okoye closed her eyes. “Maybe.”

Attuma smiled before he began to hum a gentle tune that lulled her to sleep.

[duckysmith3000]

This is my first time writing in a long time and my first time for Agent Parker. I just hope it’s good @mandy426 @navalcriminalimagines

Happy New Year indeed!

You were in charge of hosting this years New Year’s Eve party. So far you had invited everyone on the team, including Vance and of course your closest friend Ducky. There was just one more person you were debating on inviting. That person being the new guy Alden Parker. Even though he’s only worked for NCIS for about a week you had a somewhat of a crush on the guy.

After a little back and forth with yourself you decide that you should invite him. It was only right, besides it might give him time to get to know the team better.

“Parker, you busy right now?” Y/n questioned. “No, why did you need something?” Y/n let out a little sigh and said “Can I talk to you quick?” Alden raised a brow and said “sure. I’m not in trouble am I?” “No you’re not in trouble” y/n said with a light chuckle which was music to Parker’s ears.

“Since you’re new to the team, you don’t know about our traditions. One of them being that we all get together and bring in the new year together. This year it’s at my place. You’re more than welcome to tag along and bring your family” y/n said while secretly hoping he had no one to bring and no plans already. “I’d love to come. It would just be me. Should I bring anything?” He questions. “Just yourself and maybe a drink if you have specific preference although I’m sure my bar has it”

“Your bar?” He questions yet again with a raised brow. “Yeah, I had a spare room in my house, so instead of it going to waste I converted it into a bar room, although I get complaints about some of the decor.” “Ahh nice. What’s so bad about the decor that you get complaints?” He asks. “You’ll see later at the party. Be there for 8. I’ll send you my address.” She said then turned to leave, before she could take a step Alden gently grabbed her wrist so she looked back to him “Thankyou for inviting me. You seem like the only person that likes me” “Don’t worry about it. Hopefully the team will warmup to you tonight. If not I’ll sort them out” you said chuckling again. “I’ll see you later Parker”

*time skip to the party*

Everybody was having a laugh, chatting amongst themselves, you however were stood in the kitchen with a clear view of the door just waiting for the one person you hoped would turn up. Parker still hadn’t arrived and you were starting to think he changed mind about coming which upset you slightly so you put on a happy face and started to mingle with your guests.

In the middle of a conversation with McGee about the late gifts you got the twins there was a knock on the door. You excused yourself to answer it. To your surprise it was Parker. “I thought you changed your mind” “Absolutely not. Traffic was a nightmare, but I’m here now.” He flashes you a smile that makes your heart melt.

“Come in and I’ll get you a drink” you say to him. “How about you show me the bar room and I’ll give you an opinion on the decor” “Sure thing, all the team is here if you wanted to speak to them after” “Yeah, let’s just do this first”

You lead him along the hall and to the bar room. “Close your eyes and put your hand out, I’ll guide you” he does exactly as you said and you take him in to the room. “Ok you can open your eyes” he opens his eyes and starts to look around the room at first he keeps a straight face but then as looks over towards the main bar a smile appears on his face. “You a Cubs fan?” He questions as he spots your signed jersey hanging above the bar in the frame. “Yes sir. Have been all my life. I happen to be season ticket holders as well as friends with David Ross” “That’s awesome. I’m a cubs fan myself. Never been to a game though.”

You found yourself falling more in love with him so you had to make an excuse to be with the others. “We should go back out there. People might think I’ve killed you” y/n jokes. “Yeah probably, although I hope you don’t” “I don’t plan to, at least not yet” she said with a smile.

You both go back to the party and Parker goes and starts talking to Vance. You then feel a hand on your wrist and it’s Kasie, she dragged you in to the kitchen. “So you and Parker seem to be quite close. What’s going on with you two?” “Nothing Kas, at least not yet” y/n says with a slight smirk not knowing that Alden had overheard. “I mean I think he’s cute, but it’s to soon to do anything. He’s only been on the team for a week” “Well I think he likes you to y/n. He seems to only talk to you or Vance.” “That’s because the others haven’t warmed up to him yet. It’s one the reasons I invited him tonight in the hopes that they’ll talk to him and start liking him.”

*time skip to later it’s now 11:55pm*

You were happy that everyone was slowly warming up to Alden. Of course he wasn’t Gibbs but he was now part of the family so it’s only right he be involved in the traditions.

Everyone was gathered around your tv watching the countdown. Tim and Delilah were hugging each other, knight and nick were still bantering, Kasie, Ducky and Vance were all talking about something. Your other guests were hanging with they’re loved ones and making conversation. However Alden stood next to you as you watched it count down. He slowly slipped his hand into yours which surprised you but you didn’t pull back.

The clock ticked to midnight and Alden turned and dipped his head, bringing his mouth to yours. His lips were soft, surrounded by the bristles of his fluffy salt and pepper beard and he didn’t hold back. He kissed you into the new year with the exact kind of kiss you’d been imagining. Fireworks igniting in you and in the sky outside. It was perfect.

Out of all the people at the party he’d picked you to be his midnight kiss while you ignored the rest of the world and savoured every second with his lips on yours. Every stroke of his tongue was a stroke of fire burning along your veins, every caress of his hands along your body was a trail of delicious tingles. Your nerves were heightened, supercharging every sensation and desperate for the ultimate high.

Alden pulled away from your lips with the kind of smirk that told you tonight wouldn’t be ending at a simple kiss. “Happy new year beautiful” he whispered. “Happy new year handsome” you whispered back in his ear as the others began to sing Auld Lang Syne and for the first time in a long time you could believe it, this would be a great year. Heck, it was already off to a great start, you wrapped your hands around the back of his neck and kissed him again.

[swan-of-sunrise]

Civil War (Chapter Four)

Summary: In the aftermath of the U.N. bombing, (Y/N) receives a call from Steve and is ‘invited’ to the Joint Counter Terrorism Centre in Berlin for questioning.

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings/Disclaimers: None

A/N: I’m not too sure about this chapter, it’s all over the place and I’ve rewritten it twice so I can’t tell if it’s good or not lol thank you for reading, I hope you all enjoy!

Chapter Four (Previous Chapter)

While the paramedics finished fastening the bandage around her head, (Y/N) sat in the back of the ambulance and silently watched the chaos unfolding. A fire crew was busy hosing down the still-smoldering ruins and a medical helicopter flew overhead as different government agencies began setting up their base camps on the outskirts of the caution tape. The CIA agent who’d questioned her about the incident had informed her that a large-scale bomb had gone off next to their building, injuring over seventy people and killing twelve; she’d gone on to explain to her that if not for T’Challa’s last-minute warning, many more people would’ve perished in the blast.

Poor T’Challa, (Y/N) thought to herself with a pang of sadness. His father, King T’Chaka, had been the closest person to the blast and was killed instantly. The paramedics completed their work and she thanked them before quickly getting out of their way, knowing that there were many others who still needed to be helped. Shoving her hands into the pockets of her ash-covered blazer, she walked along the edge of the crime scene towards where she’d last seen Natasha and T’Challa; different international news reporters were documenting the tragedy and as she passed by one of them, their words almost made her stop dead in her tracks.

“Officials have released a video of a suspect who they have identified as James Buchanan Barnes, the Winter Soldier. The infamous Hydra agent, linked to numerous acts of terrorism and political assassinations…”

(Y/N) continued walking, afraid that she’d be recognized if she lingered too long, and finally sat down on an empty bench near the CIA’s base camp. Once she got over the initial shock of learning the suspected identity of the bomber, she couldn’t help but feel confused; Bucky had been on the run for over two years, ever since the Battle at the Triskellion and the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D., and there hadn’t been any sign of him since. Steve and Sam had tracked down every single lead they could find but to no avail. To her, it didn’t make much sense that after all that time, the wanted man would suddenly decide to do something as massive as bomb the United Nations.

The buzzing of her cell phone in her pocket jolted her out of her thoughts; pulling it out and glancing down at the screen, her eyes widened in recognition and she was quick to answer it. “Hello?”

“Are you hurt?”

“Um…yeah, a little. My right eardrum ruptured from the noise of the blast and my lungs feel like crap, but other than that I’m okay…” She trailed off, listening as Steve let out a shaky sigh of relief. Try as she might, memories of their recent fight came to mind but she forced aside her irritation with him as she continued. “Listen Steve, I just heard about Bucky and I-”

“You’re gonna tell me the same thing Nat did: to leave it up to the Task Force and stay home.”

She blinked, taken aback by the shortness of his tone. “Well, I think she has a point about staying out of it but what I was actually going to say is that-”

“I’m the only one who can bring him in alive, (Y/N), so that’s what I’m gonna do. I just wanted to call and tell you myself so that you didn’t believe I was hiding things from you.” Steve abruptly interrupted and after a moment of tense silence, the hard edge in his voice softened a little. “Look, I’m…take care of yourself while I’m gone, okay? Don’t forget to change that bandage of yours every few hours.”

The call disconnected as (Y/N)’s head snapped up in shock and she hurriedly scanned her surroundings, but the super-soldier was nowhere to be seen. “Bastard.”

“(Y/N)!” She looked over in time to see Natasha striding over to her, her brow furrowed in worry. “(Y/N), I just got a call from Steve a few minutes ago, and-” The spy stopped herself short as she examined her assumedly-angered expression. “I take it you got one, too.”

“Yep, and I’d rather not discuss it right now if that’s okay.”

Natasha nodded. “Fine by me, hot-shot, but we should be going; our presence has been…um, requested in Berlin. At the Joint Counter Terrorist Centre, to be precise.”

Frowning, (Y/N) stood and walked alongside her. “Our? What’s all this got to do with me?” The spy gave her a pointed look and she exhaled through her nose. “Ah, yes, my ‘association’ with Steve Rogers. They’ve guessed that he’d be the first one after Bucky and since I’m his fiancé, they want to hold me for questioning.”

“Pretty much…but there’s another reason that I’ll let Tony tell you about himself when we arrive. It was his bad idea, after all.”

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By that point, (Y/N) was well and truly sick of flying; they’d taken the Quinjet to the Berlin-Tegel Airport, where a car had picked them up and drove them to the Joint Counter Terrorist Centre. If her head hadn’t hurt so much and she were in a better mood, she would’ve taken the time to admire all the historical landmarks they passed by. And here I thought that week we spent dealing with Ultron was exhausting, she thought with a humorless smile, getting out of the car and walking alongside Natasha as they entered the parking garage’s elevator.

“When you’re questioned by an agent, be sure to answer as honestly as possible.” (Y/N) glanced up from her dirty sneakers and met Natasha’s serious expression. “Cooperation’s the only thing that’s gonna help Steve and Sam out right now, (Y/N). Don’t let the agent get inside your head, though; make sure that you’re the one in control of the situation, just like I’ve taught you. If I know them like I think I do, they’re gonna try and get more valuable intel out of you than just Steve’s whereabouts.”

She nodded after a brief moment of hesitation and the spy’s shoulders relaxed a little. The elevator stopped at the top floor and its doors slid open to reveal two men; one was Tony Stark, dressed stylishly in a dark-grey suit with a tense smile on his face and the other was an older man with salt-and-pepper colored hair that she didn’t recognize. The stranger stepped forward and shook Natasha’s outstretched hand. “Miss Romanoff, thank you for coming in so quickly.”

“Of course,” Natasha replied before glancing over at (Y/N). “(Y/N), this is Everett Ross, Deputy Task Force Commander of the CIA. Agent Ross, this is (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

Agent Ross smiled and shook her hand, but (Y/N) got the distinct feeling that he was studying her expression and analyzing her behaviors. “I wish we were meeting under better circumstances, Miss (Y/L/N); my niece and nephew are big fans of your novel.”

(Y/N) murmured her thanks and followed the trio as they walked down a covered sky-way, not noticing that Tony had fallen into step beside her until he quietly asked, “How’re you holdin’ up, Austen?”

“Let’s just say that I’ve had better days.” She remarked, glancing over at the billionaire with a raised brow. “Nat mentioned something about a bad idea you wanted to run by me?”

“Oh, I have a couple of ‘em, but I’ll let you get changed before I go ahead and tell you. When I heard about the bombing, I figured that you and Romanoff would need clothes so I packed some before I left the compound.”

Touched by his thoughtfulness, (Y/N) allowed him to lead her to a private bathroom and quickly changed out of her soot-covered clothing; she felt a little bit like her usual self as she emerged from the bathroom, but the comforting feeling her change of clothes had inspired soon disappeared when the billionaire ushered her into a glass-walled conference room in the middle of what she imagined was a control room.

“Sorry if it seems like we’re sitting inside a fish bowl but this is the only place where we can talk without being overheard.” Tony sat down across from her at the long table, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest. “And I’m sorry about the civilian consultant thing, Austen. We all found out about it last night when Secretary Ross called to ask who’d decided to sign; he seemed crankier than usual when we told him that we didn’t know what you’d decided to do.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and leaned her elbow onto the table, resting her head in her hand with an exasperated sigh. “What, does Ross think that if I sign then that’ll make Steve suddenly change his mind and decide to sign too?”

“Pretty much…but truth be told, he’s not the only one.” Her brow rose in surprise as Tony sat forward in his chair, an uncharacteristically subdued expression on his face. “Look, (Y/N), none of us wants to see Rogers gone. The team needs him and we both know how much he needs the team, so…I was hoping that if you signed, you’d be able to convince him that he’d be doing the right thing by signing too. Once Rogers signs them, then Wilson and Maximoff should follow suit and we’d have our Earth’s Mightiest Heroes all back together again in no time. What do you think?”

“You make it sound so easy…and I wish it was, Tony. I really do.” She stood and walked over to the glass wall, her eyes trained on a large computer monitor that bore her fiancé’s photograph on a wanted poster. “But you and I also know that once Steve’s made up his mind about something it’s impossible to change it. I tried telling him that refusing to sign might put our future together in jeopardy, and do you know what he said?”  Turning back around, she met the billionaire’s gaze and mirthlessly smiled. “He said that he couldn’t afford to be selfish and he left it at that.” A lump formed in her throat as she blinked away her tears and shrugged. “He respects the hell out of you, Tony, so maybe you’ll have a better change at convincing him. I’ll be there when you do, but…since I haven’t decided what I’ll do yet, I honestly don’t know how much help I’ll be.”

Just as Tony opened his mouth to reply, the glass door of the conference room slid open and none other than Sharon Carter poked her head into the room. “If you’re ready, Agent Ross would like to ask you some questions.” (Y/N) stood and spared Tony a final glance before following the agent down the hall, pointedly ignoring the jealous pang in the pit of her stomach as she did. “Romanoff mentioned that you weren’t much of a coffee drinker, so I brought you some hot chocolate instead.” She looked over to see Sharon holding out a to-go cup out towards her, a hesitant but friendly sort of smile on her face. “Might help settle your nerves before your talk with Ross.”

She accepted the beverage with a murmur of thanks and took a sip as they continued down the hall; giving the agent a sideways glance, she cleared her throat before saying, “I’m sorry about your aunt, Sharon.”

“Thank you…and thank you for everything you said in your eulogy. Actually,” Sharon stopped beside the stairwell door and gestured towards it. “We don’t have much time, but do you mind if we talk for a quick sec?” (Y/N)’s brow furrowed a little but she nodded and followed her into the stairwell, watching as she leaned back against the wall and shuffled her feet. “You meant a lot to Aunt Peggy, (Y/N), but I don’t think you know just how much she appreciated you. Back before her dementia got worse, she’d call me after her visits with Rogers and we’d talk for hours; she worried about him, always telling me that he was deliberately keeping himself from embracing his new life and that there wasn’t anything she could do to help. But then you came into his life and from what she told me, it was a night and day difference; knowing that you were there for Steve, as a friend and then as something more, gave her piece of mind. She really liked you, (Y/N), and she really respected you. I just thought that you should know that.”

“Thank you, Sharon, that…that really means a lot to me.”

The agent nodded, suddenly looking a little uncomfortable. “I would’ve told you all that after the funeral but you and Steve were sort of…well, you know…arguing. I swear I wasn’t eavesdropping, it’s just that you both were kind of loud and the cathedral has crazy-good acoustics.” (Y/N) started to reply but Sharon cut her off with a firm head shake. “You’ve got nothing to apologize for, (Y/N). I’m not exactly a fan of the Accords but just between us? I think that Steve was out of line back there.” Unsure of what to say, she nodded once and took another sip of her drink as the agent looked down at her wristwatch. “C’mon, we should get going before Ross starts looking for us.”

The two of them left the stairwell and continued down the hallway to an office; Agent Ross was seated at a desk and reading through a file, looking up from his work with a friendly smile. “Thank you, Agent 13, that’ll be all.” With one last glance, Sharon turned and left them alone. “Please, take a seat.” (Y/N) sat down in the chair across from him and crossed her leg over her knee, trying her best to remain cool and collected. “Miss (Y/L/N), we have reason to believe that Captain Rogers plans on interfering with the apprehending of the Winter Soldier; can you tell me when you last spoke to your fiancé?”

“A little over three hours ago in Vienna. He called to ask if I’d been injured during the bombing and then he warned me that he was planning on bringing in Bucky himself. That’s all he said.”

Ross nodded and gestured to the bandage wrapped around her head. “And are you okay?”

“Yes, it’s only a ruptured eardrum; the bandage is just keeping the ear from becoming infected.” (Y/N) shrugged, taking another sip of her drink before setting it down on the desk. “Truth be told, I’ve had worse.”

Nodding again, the agent picked up the open file on his desk and scanned its contents. “Yeah, it seems like you have. In March of 2014, you suffered a moderate-grade concussion, GSW on your left thigh and a severe muscle contusion on the other thigh; it also says here that you even needed an emergency blood transfusion upon arrival at the hospital.” He looked back up at her with an arched brow. “Sounds like a lot for a civilian to go through.”

(Y/N) blinked in surprise. “I-it was-”

“And according to witness statements from the Avengers, the Artificial Intelligence known as Ultron targeted you last year because of your close relationship with Steve Rogers, is that correct?” Nodding, she struggled to keep her expression neutral as her fingers began reflexively tracing along her old gunshot wound. “It looks like you were just a pawn in Ultron’s plan to break the Avengers apart, and it very nearly worked.”

Her first instinct was to snap at the agent but after recalling Natasha’s earlier warning, she swallowed her frustration and gave him a fleeting smile. “The CIA certainly cares a lot about historical fiction novelists, doesn’t it?”

Ross chuckled and leaned forward in his seat. “Only the ones engaged to rogue super-soldiers, of course. Speaking of super-soldiers, can you elaborate on the nature of your fiancé’s connection to James Barnes?”

“There’s nothing much to say that hasn’t already been said; Steve and Bucky were childhood friends who fought together during World War II and when S.H.I.E.L.D. fell, Steve and Sam tried searching for Bucky but they never found him.”

Nodding, the agent reached over and moved his computer monitor to face her; on the screen was a blurry image of a man wearing dark clothing, obviously taken from grainy security camera footage. “And is this James Barnes?”

“Yes, although I’ve only seen him in person once and this photo’s a little blurry.”

“Okay, let me see if I’ve got this straight: Steve’s old pal bombs the U.N. meeting that you, his fiancée, was attending and instead of rushing to your side like any other partner would do, he decides to leave the country to apprehend Barnes himself. Does that pretty much sum things up?” (Y/N)’s jaw clenched tightly and she stared silently at the agent in front of her, who tilted his head to the side as he considered her. “You see, the CIA knows that you and Captain Rogers are close but what we don’t know is how far you’d go to protect a man who doesn’t sound like he’s got your best interests at heart.”

Before (Y/N) could finally lose her temper, another agent poked his head into the office. “I’m sorry, Agent Ross, I know you said that you didn’t want to be disturbed but this is urgent.”

“Fine, fine…”

Ross stood and followed the agent out into the hallway, leaving the office door cracked open just far enough for her to make out some of what they were saying. “Rhodes…all of them arrested…Bucharest…ETA in less than six…”

Thank goodness they’re all right, (Y/N) thought as relief washed over her, they’ll both be charged with obstruction of justice but at least they’re alive. Some of her elation disappeared as her mind drifted back to Agent Ross’ line of questioning; Natasha was right, the CIA was taking the golden opportunity to get intel on Captain America with the knowledge that what they were doing was protected under the Sokovia Accords. The thought of being manipulated and used that way infuriated her but what angered her more was that this all stemmed from Steve’s unwillingness to consider the consequences of not signing the Accords. You’re in control here, she told herself with a calming breath, just do everything Nat told you to do and you’ll be okay…

Agent Ross reentered the office and sat back down with an expectant smile on his face. “Well, now, where were we?”

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A/N: This story’s a little more challenging to write than The Winter Soldier or Age of Ultron, there’s so much angst to deal with and writing these chapters really takes a lot out of me, so any likes, reblogs and comments are really appreciated ❤️

Thank you all so much for reading and commenting, you guys are truly amazing! I’ve created a Spotify playlist inspired by this series, and I’ll be updating it every time I upload a new chapter. Enjoy!

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Chapter Five

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Captain America: Civil War - My Thoughts

I know this is like 5 years late but for this, I’d like to resurrect a barely dead discourse that succeeded in not just dividing the Avengers but also dividing the fandom. Before we start, content warning for spoilers and let’s dive into this mess.

So, basically, the entire conflict of civil war stemmed from General Thaddeus Ross (who is a hypocritical dick, btw) coming to lecture the Avengers on being destructive despite conducting destructive experiments (ahem, the Abomination and the Hulk) but I digress. Then, Ross presents the Sokovian Accords which is really lengthy and we see Steve reading like a few chapters(?). Now, let us note that the Accords were presented to the Avengers after a mission-gone-wrong killed about 11 people in Lagos (lay-gos, not lah-gos that pronunciation gave me headaches as a Nigerian).

So, the Sokovian Accords were written by 117 countries and vetted by the UN asking for the Avengers to be under oversight (which SHIELD would have done if HYDRA hadn’t infiltrated it in the first place but it is what it is). Somehow, Steve made it about “our right to choose” (how?! Cause I’m not understanding) and decided to not sign*.

*he later got back to sign, then backed out when he learnt that Tony had placed Wanda under house arrest (even though it was for her protection. I do believe Tony should have fully informed Wanda about keeping her in the Avengers’ Tower)

My issues with the plot of Civil War are:

1. The Sokovian Accords were not read out loud or placed on some kind of PowerPoint slide for the audience to understand why Team Cap is against the Accords. No, the fandom wiki is not a source because that one is from Agents of SHIELD and not a lot of MCU fans are familiar with that show (yours sincerely included). Assuming the contents were read out loud or discussed by the Avengers, I’d have understood why Team Cap refused to sign the accords but since none of that was given, I’d remain Team Iron Man for this one.

2. The Sokovian Accords is not the American Constitution. Then again, the MCU fandom tends to be American-centric and most Americans seem to have this belief that the world revolves around them (and it manifests itself in Civil War discourse).

3. Contrary to popular opinion, the Sokovian Accords were about 117 (mostly third-world) countries asserting their sovereignty and boundaries, not taking away rights from the Avengers. If we go by what the MCU wiki claims about the accords, yes, some parts are absurd (like asking for blood samples and using trackers, why are those necessary?). However, when 117 countries state that they want you to respect their boundaries, I think it is best to comply. Unfortunately, respecting boundaries is one thing the USA has a problem complying with and guess who happens to represent America?

4. The Accords affected only their hero lives, not their lives as a civilian. I doubt the UN would limit the Avengers’ movements as civilians

5. Let us not forget how Steve and Clint protect Wanda from accountability and responsibility. Wanda in the MCU is like y/n in many fanfics where everyone (except for the “big bad villain” who in this case is Tony and 117 countries) seems to love her and want to protect her from facing the consequences of her actions. Anyone *ahem Tony* who has a bit of problem with her is suddenly the enemy. Not to mention how Wanda seems to have a knack for causing destruction in African countries (Johannesburg, Lagos, Wakanda)

6. And fandom behaviour from the Team Cap stans

7. Also, why is Civil War not an Avengers part 3? It’s better than making it a Captain America trilogy and then trying to frame Steve as being right.

8. I do believe that the accords were sped up which left little time for the Avengers to discuss and compromise on certain issues. If they were given more time to discuss, compromise and negotiate, I think the movie would have ended better than it had.

9. In addition, I also agree with Team Cap stans on how the UN arbitrarily deciding to shoot Bucky on sight is a human right violation.

10. “The safest hands are our own” why does this sound like a white saviour talk point from Steve? The accords is about 117 countries wanting you to respect their boundaries and the best you can come up with to refute that is saying something a white saviour would say?

11. “Even if the whole world is telling you to move...” just shut the fuck up, this is no way comparable to 117 countries trying to assert their sovereignty.

12. Look if I have to choose between surrendering a few rights as a hero and just dismissing that of civilians as potential damage, I’d go with the former because the people whom I’m suppose to protect come first. For me to dismiss their deaths as “we can’t save em all” is just not it.

13. “She’s just a kid”, a few years later and I still hate that term. One, it’s infantilizing an adult white woman (something white men have historically done and we all know how that went) . Two, while Tony was obviously wrong for not informing Wanda about her house arrest, he was right to keep her in the Tower when they were people who would harm her with every chance they could find. **

** after watching WandaVision, some people might find every reason to want to harm her.

14. Let us also discuss the motivation of those in Team Iron Man vs Team Cap

Team Iron Man

Tony: feels guilty for the events of Age of Ultron, believes that he’s stepped out of line and the Avengers need oversight.

Natasha: believes that the Avengers should listen to the public and the UN after all, if they had one hand on the wheel, they can still steer.

Vision: believes that the Avengers as a whole bring challenge which brings conflict and then catastrophe.

Rhodey: a soldier; believes in following orders especially when it is from the UN and 117 countries.

T’Challa: dude is just there to kill Bucky. I’m sure if Bucky was on team Ironman, my guy would have joined team cap, lmao 😂.

Spider-Man: not really there for a reason except to bring in Steve to Ross. I do agree that Tony shouldn’t have dragged him to the fight without Peter making an informed decision.

Team Cap

Steve: didn’t want to sign because it takes away his “right to choose”. Idk what that means or how it is relevant to the Sokovian Accords but okay. However, I understand his mistrust considering a few movies ago, we found out HYDRA had infiltrated SHIELD and as much as I believe governments are corrupt and the UN is shit, you cannot just enter a country anyhow without warning ahead of time.

Bucky: was his motivation given? I mean, I believe he joined Steve’s side to stop Zeno from unleashing the other winter soldiers. Not that that’s a bad reason, it isn’t.

Sam: again, I don’t think the movie gave us a reason for him being against the Accords. Did he also believe it was taking away his “right to choose”?

Wanda: undecided as of moment of discussion. Joined team cap because Tony placed her on house arrest. While I agree that Tony should have informed her that he was putting her under house arrest and stated the reasons why, I believe it was for good reasons especially when some people might decide to carry out witch hunts (you get it, witch hunts? 😅)

Clint: only joined because Wanda was placed under house arrest. We aren’t given any reason why he would oppose the Accords.

Scott: fan boy of Captain America, need I say more?

15. Also, to Team Cap stans blaming Tony Stark for Team Cap being imprisoned, grow the fuck up. The people in Team Cap are all adults who made their own decisions yet Tony is to blame for them breaking the law (because they did break the law), wtf.

16. “Are you capable of letting go of your ego for one damn second?” Like Steve’s ego didn’t play a part in all this too, lmao.

17. Okay, the final battle was intense and while I believe Bucky was also a victim, I can understand why Tony lashed out at him. The one to blame here is Steve because even if he had no clue Bucky was responsible for the Starks’ death, he still lied to Tony by not telling him who was responsible. It is more appalling to learn that Steve, in an attempt to “protect Tony and Bucky”, was actually covering for HYDRA!

Also, the way Steve stood emotionless while Tony watched a footage of his parents being killed. Yet, he could shield Wanda from watching the news because of how it affected her, okay.

“I can do this all day”, fuck you, Steve

18. Clint exploding at Tony is so fucking hilarious. Tony is right, Clint has a family yet he decided to fight in a war that didn’t concern him. Also, his comments about breaking backs is so tone deaf after Rhodey just broke his back!

19. If Sam was Captain America, I think Civil War wouldn’t have happened at all, from the dialogue in the Raft.

20. Overall, this movie is a fucking mess and I hate it for dividing both the Avengers and MCU fans.

Before I close with this, I want to add that I am not anti-Steve but Civil War really made me hate him. I get, Steve is supposed to be a Boy Scout and shit like that, but he’s a Gary Stu in the MCU, let’s be honest about it. Civil War should have been an Avengers movie, rather than a part of the Captain America trilogy. The Avengers should have been given more time than three days to discuss the Accords and make necessary amendments; after all that went down in Lagos, Wanda should have been made to sit out missions and maybe we could have had someone like Doctor Strange help in training her; Crossbones would have made a great villain but it is what it is; Peter’s introduction to the MCU could have been as him actually interning for the Stark Industries and forming a kind of acquaintance with Tony Stark before Tony finds out that he’s Spider-Man; Steve should have told Tony about HYDRA‘s hands in his parents’ deaths. Anyway, I’ll go read Civil War fix-it fanfics and fanfics where the Avengers are more like family. Fuck Civil War and I’m outta here.

Edit: okay this was a thought I had when I was trying to sleep but it was too good to ignore. Rhodey has a point about Steve arrogance (if that’s the correct term) in saying “the safest hands are our own” and here’s why:

Like he stated “this is not the World Security Council...neither is this SHIELD nor HYDRA” (paraphrased). This is the UN as well as 117 countries. Look, I am as anti-government as one can go and I don’t believe that the UN are reliable (plus, if we really want to go by the AoS version of the Accords, the Accords are flawed and they need amendments), however, given the US records on disrespecting boundaries in many third world countries, I can understand why 117 countries are wary about a bunch of superpowered Americans entering their country.

To us, the Avengers are saving the world. To these 117 countries and the people who have families who were killed in the crossfire (Zemo is a good example), the Avengers are a bunch of nuisances who leave destruction wherever they tread.

I am still neutral on the whole Accords as I don’t know exactly what it entails but for Steve to go “we are surrendering our rights to choose” (again, how is the Accords threatening the Avengers’ right to choose?) when asked to be under oversight is tone deaf.

[wormstacheangel]

What are the best episodes with Castiel to watch?

Hello! Sorry, this took me a while to answer but here you go! If I miss some it’s cause I don’t remember anything or I was just Bleh about it.

Castiel Epiosdes

4x01 ICONIC 

4x16 ICONIC

4x20 Jimmy is important to Cas and I love him. 

4x22 ICONIC Greenroom. Cas picks a side aka Dean.

5x03 Cas and Dean being friends! Gay panic is real my friends. 

5x04 THE END. “It's the end, baby. “

5x13 “Sam is my friend.” 

5x14 Cupid (He made a cameo video it was cute) and Cas eating raw meat off the floor.

5x16 “You son of a bitch! I believed in-” OWW

5x17 Drunk Cas.

5x18 At this point he’s just done with everything. So he just carves, YES CARVES, an angel banishing sigil into his own chest. He does not hesitate.

Season 6 is good for Cas because the whole time he’s apart of a civil war and is just a terrible liar.

6x06 I am trying not to make this list about Destiel but the scene where Cas pours Dean’s drink. 

6x10 Pizza Man.

6x19 Baby in a trenchcoat aka leader of the heaven rebellion but sure Dean. He’s just cute. 

6x20 ICONIC 

6x21& 22 Both show that Cas is slowly realizing that he is not in control. 

7x01 The whole episode is wild but Cas just going to heaven and saying I’m Daddy now really takes the cake. (not the actual words he used.)

7x02 Cas’s death #3?

7x17 MISHA -- OH um, I mean CAS to the rescue lol

7x21 His cute little laugh! Honey!Cas has my heart and soul. Bonus Destiel: “ When Castiel first laid a hand on you in Hell, he was lost!” RIP Hester Queen

7x23 “Cursed or not.” Also his little smile when he asks for the plan ahh!

aka all episodes in s7 with Cas in it is worth watching.

Okay, I’ll try to control myself now but watch all of s8 cause its beautiful.

8x02 We see Dean’s POV to the purgatory portal scene. Also, hear Cas’s reason for leaving Dean.

8x07 We see Cas’s POV of the purgatory pov scene. Also, learn how Cas escapes purgatory. 

8x08 “I’m gonna be a hunter.” He’s so CUTE!

8x10 Cas needs a hug. Please.

8x17 ICONIC. “what broke the connection?” AHH

8x21 Badass Castiel

8x22 & 23 Castiel wants to do good. He wants to help but he just puts his trust in the wrong people. It hurts me so much. Look he’s just a small child and he is dealing with a lot right now. 

Season 9 Cas looks good. Like fanservice time father of two!

9x01 First look at human Cas!

9x03 I can’t watch this ending again. It’ll make me spiral. But it’s a good human Cas and destiel episode. Also, fuck April. She gross. 

9x06 ICONIC BLESSED jilted lover. 

9x09 He looks good.

9x10 “I prefer the word trusting. Less dumb. Less ass.” They are both dumbasses.

9x11 Sam & Cas chaotic vibes

9x14 Cas storyline with the angels starts or at least makes it more clear idk

9x18 Gabriel! Also, “Damn it, Dean!” and Cas accepts his role as a leader. The angels are dumb. 

9x22 Sam & Cas dream team lol Also, Cas picks Dean over heaven again.

9x23  “--and for what again? Oh, that's right -- to save Dean Winchester. That was your goal, right? I mean, you draped yourself in the flag of heaven, but ultimately, it was all about saving one human, right? Well, guess what. He's dead, too.”

10x01 Cas draped across the bed like a victorian lady waiting for her husband to come back from the war

10x03 You know that scene where he’s lying on the floor bloody and dying and the Crowley saves him. And then Cas glows and heals with grace and he’s glaring up at Crowley? You know that scene. Yeah. Bonus: I’m gay and bloody Hannah is also hot. Small tip: Ignore the creepy/gross Hannah and Cas set up the writers are trying to do. They are siblings. 

10x09 Claire! That’s his daughter!

10x10 Claire and Cas make me cry.

10x14 Deleted scene of “Maybe he’s your boyfriend.” 

10x17 Sam & Cas! They are best friends, you guys!

10x18 Charlie and Cas meet! AND THEY ARE ALL HAPPY AND I CRY

10x20 Claire! Cas get’s her a birthday present, grumpy cat stuffy, and she keeps it! And I cry. And she saves him. And she cares about him. 

okay 10x21 cause of Charlie and Cas but also fuck this episode. Charlie deserved better. 

10x22 ICONIC gosh damn it. I-

10x23 Just for backstory for Cas in s11. Our poor boy can't catch a break. 

I worked on this for two hours now Nonny and I don’t even care. I miss Cas.

Season 11 hurts my damn soul because of Cas. I won’t include Casifer, though it was A LOT of fun to watch him.

11x01 “Dean, did it work?” I wanna hold this poor sad madly in love man. 

11x02 I can’t handle the torture. He looks so sad.

11x03 Bless you director, Jensen Ross Ackles.

11x04 Okay, not a lot of Cas but I love this episode. 

11x06 They don’t talk about his trauma but they show us a little when he tries to leave the bunker. And I cried. Once again. Let. Me. Hold. Him. 

11x10 Ambriel glad you are dead cause you were SO rude. Also, Amara girly, queen, I love you but apologize. Stop being mean to Castiel.

11x22 Cas get’s to talk and that’s nice

11x23 “I can go with you.” Sir, you just came back from being possessed by THEE satan and now you are ready to die by your future husband's side. You need therapy. 

Okay, I stopped watching live after season 11 because of the way they treated Cas so these next seasons I binged watched ( a couple of times) but wasn’t apart of the fandom so it feels like I didn’t fully grasp them. But here we go!

12x01 Cas meets his mother-in-law. Also the little, “Dean!” when he hugs him. 

12x02 Cas and Mick :)

12x03 Agent Beyonce and Zee lol Cas and Crowley and should have had a sitcom 

12x08 Cas gets a text (angel radio) that he’s gonna be a Dad and it looks like when Alice had a vision of the Volturi in Breaking Dawn Part 2 lol

12x09 Let me hug Cas! He’s sad over his family being gone. Also, Mary, I love you but I don’t forgive anybody for being mean to Cas. All the Winchesters are on thin fucking ice with me. 

12x10 ICONIC destiel. Cas in a female vessel. 

12x12 ICONIC “I love you. I love all of you.” 

12x19 Worried husband Dean. Excited soon-to-be father Cas.

12x23 Cas dies (again) from child birth.

Watch the first few episodes of season 13 for the famous widower arc cause wtf they gave us THAT. Also, I don’t care for the other world storyline so I pushed that out of my head. 

13x04 Cas annoying a cosmic entity. Fun fact! I dislike the trenchcoat cause it looked so stiff and the color was off idk didn’t look great but Cas looked beautiful when he looks up at the sun! Ah!

13x05 IT’S NOT TOO LATE TO START ALL OVER AGAIN

13x06 ICONIC BROKEBACKNATURAL Also, Jack and Cas meet and I cried damn it. “I missed you.” That’s his son!

13x07 Cas doesn’t put anybody or anything above his baby boy

13x12 Cas has the dumbest husband but at least Cas stabs lucifer. Bet Misha felt good

13x14 Badass Cas. He’s a top. lol 

13x16 ICONIC Cas looks...great. Like, watch it. I would do anything for cartoon!cas

13x19Just cause Cas faced someone who tortured him and it’s made to seem like he should get over it and it pisses me off. But Naomi is so cool so idk I like her but would fight her

13x22 Otherworld Cas is there and Cas just kills himself. He needs therapy. 

13x23 Cas’s face when Dean says yes. Also, family hunting trip yay

14x01 Dadstiel! Also, Cas looks good. 

14x03 Dadstiel.

14x07 Dadstiel. “Losing a son feels different.” And I cry. 

14x08 “because I love you Jack. And Sam and Dean--they love you.” THEY DO LOVE HIM AHHHH! Also, Empty deal is made as an excuse for the writers to do something with Cas later. 

I just realized season 14 is just Cas trying desperately to keep his family together. He’s trying to take care of them and he has the right words to say to everyone but not much happens besides him wanting to be a family man. 

14x14 gay on gay violence lol Also another family hunting trip! 

14x15 Fav episode! I just love Sam & Cas’s dumb chaotic energy in this ahaha! They are best friends damn it!

14x18 Cas is trying desperately to keep his family together and he feels responsible for Mary

14x19 Cas should have been allowed to kick Sam and Dean’s dumb flat asses for locking his baby boy in a box. 

14x20 AHHH

Divorce arc! All of s15 is great! Except you know...19&20 but we ignore that in this house. 

15x03 ICONIC but I will never watch it again

15x06 dude, they really be broken up. Cas kicks ass by himself and he’s fishing and he’s so cute. 

15x09 ICONIC Let him talk, Castiel!

15x11 Cas is THEE best Dad and let’s Jack eat hearts

15x13 Just for the family.

15x15 :(

15x17 Cas working to keep his baby boy

15x18 :( I mean at least he’s out but :(

Okay, this took me all day and I had fun! Nobody is gonna read it but who cares cause I just spent my day thinking of Cas when I had a pretty shit day so thanks, Nonnie! 

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Steve Rogers’ Child

Steve Rogers x child!reader

warnings: guns

a/n: here i am, trying to write ooc (out of canon) hehshshshhshs steve waking up in 2011 who? steve the 100 year old virgin who?? does any of it make sense?? please kick my ass

prompt: anonymous: “Hcs for being Steve Rogers child?”

first of all, steve’s dna contained the super soldier serum, meaning that you were born enhanced

steve was protective of you early on, wanting to create a safer world for you to live in

seriously, all he wanted for you was a normal life

but it just couldn’t be that simple

you grew up in the 2000’s, after he’d been unfrozen

he wanted you to make friends!! it worked for a while

you never told anyone your dad was captain america

sometimes parents wanted to meet your dad before you spent any time with their kids and they’d be surprised to see the 1940’s war hero when the door was opened

you couldn’t keep many friends because your dad was kind of a legend

but he made up for it!! he was your real best friend

“do you want to go anywhere today?”

“uhh, the park? we can play frisbee”

“i’m not bringing my shield”

“aww, nevermind”

u went thru steves old sketches

sometimes when steve went on avengers missions, you’d be babysat by SHIELD agents

they weren’t always thrilled, but every once in a while you’d get a cap fanatic

“so, what’s your dad like? does he ever tell you about his life before he was frozen? before he was captain america?”

“what was your name again?”

“i’m agent coulson”

:) he showed u his trading cards

you had to laugh at his old suit

you wore your dads dog tags

and yes, you did get to hear about his war stories

that and when he was “just a kid from brooklyn”

wanting to live in brooklyn

“we just can’t afford brooklyn right now, y/n”

“well, the other avengers are driving me crazy!”

“they have that affect on people”

yeah, you lived with the avengers

but it was better than nothing, you were able to train whenever you felt like it and use just about any resource tony provided for you

tony snuck you on a mission

“we needed them! come on, cap, y/n’s just like you, you can’t just lock them away”

proving yourself on the battlefield

steve was very stressed out having you out there with him, but you really did kick some ass out there

“good job, cadet america” -tony

“never call me that again”

cadet america stuck hehshshsha YOU HATED IT

“y/n—”

“before you get mad, i just want to say i’m really sorry, but i know that you were just as eager to fight the good fight as i am so you can’t really blame me right?? i just want to be like my dear old dad”

“...i was going to say that you made me proud out there today, you remind me of the younger me. i think you proved to me you can handle being out there”

“really?!”

big hug for ur dad

hi also bucky was a sensitive subject for him for a long time

he told you about how buck was his childhood best friend who he lost in the war

bucky stuck up for him, they were family

and then you met bucky (when he was trying to kill you guys, of course)

it was a rough couple of days

unfortunately, you never got to meet peggy, but you heard so many stories about her

yadda yadda yadda im running out of ideas and this is truly all over the place

bucky resurfaced some years later and you, steve, and sam tracked him down and kinda sorta almost got arrested

and bucky got out and it was was kind of the worst? you got punched in the gut, thankfully not with the metal arm

officially meeting bucky, not the winter soldier

“who’s the kid?”

“that’s...y/n. they’re mine”

“holy hell, steve, you’re a dad?”

and just like that, bucky became your protector (like you needed it)

ahahah and we’re at civil war ahahah

and it suuuucked

what more can i say??

i mean, you escaped tho, didn’t get arrested

and after that you were a fugitive for 2 years until the ~infinity war~

“hi secretary ross! how’s it going?”

“arrest that child, colonel rhodes”

*muttering* “child that can kick your ass”

*steve whispering* “not right now, y/n”

putting up the good fight in wakanda

bucky gave u a gun :)

“you be careful with that, okay?”

“i know how to use a gun, buck”

kicking alien ass was normal??

still running low on ideas have you actually gotten this far?? how have you not scrolled past this post yet???

you were luckier than many, you didn’t dust

after steve saw bucky dust, he practically latched onto you in a protective hug, he couldn’t lose you, he couldn’t live with himself if he did

just trying to go back to normal after this, you felt so helpless, there was nothing left to do

hope returned years later and you found it very extra cool that steve could lift mjölnir??????? rad

you guys finally won at the cost of tony stark, his funeral was tough on everyone

steve went back to spend his life with peggy, leaving you on your own for the first time

but you still had sam and bucky to keep you company

brain empty, cant believe i’m posting this

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[lokigodofaces]

list of variants/timelines i want to believe exist (and probably canonically do now)

this got long so i'm putting in a cut

a world where all of the events that happened in the Framework are real

bonus if the Framework world has their own version of the Framework that is like the real world in aos

Steve fell off the train, not Bucky. bc of the crap Zola did to Bucky, he survives in ice and well, and everything happens the same but Steve and Bucky's roles are reversed

Coulson doesn't bother to keep it a secret that he's alive, and the mcu is mainly just aos but with all the main characters as well (in other words, there's mainly good writing)

also in that world Steve and Bucky love Lola

Steve doesn't go back in time to live with Peggy

to all the people claiming aos isn't canon: Sylvie just made everything canon y'all. aos absolutely happened, and while i will argue that it happened in the main timeline, if you don't want to believe that it still happened in a timeline

Bucky didn't remember Steve soon enough, not until he killed Steve

Steve killed the Winter Soldier and didn't know who it was until he removed the mask

Hydra didn't hunt down Jiaying and by extent Daisy, so Daisy was raised by Jiaying and Cal who are not crazy bc they didn't have the same experiences they did in the main timeline

Thor never takes the others to Jotunheim, so Loki never learns he is Jotun

Fitz didn't survive almost drowning

Ward wasn't recruited by Garrett, but by literally any non-Hydra agent so he is a good guy

Coulson and May listened to the agent telling them to not send May in at Bahrain, heaven knows what happens there

the government gives the Avengers more than a week to go through the Accords, so they all get to the enhanced-people-have-to-wear-trackers, giant-underwater-prison, enhanced-operatives-can't-investigate-politicians, no-trial-for-enhanced, no-investigation-for-enhanced, etc sections so they all decide to not sign and just don't care what the government says

this is random, but i feel like Bucky as Ghost Rider would be a cool aesthetic.

the Avengers meet Robbie bc he keeps assassinating their targets bc they're targets of Ghost Rider's

Daisy dies instead of Lincoln

Daisy kills Lash before he can save her

Loki never "dies," so he is sent back to Asgardian prison after tdw

Radcliffe never reads the Darkhold, he just gave it to AIDA, so most of s4 doesn't happen

Dreykov comes after Natasha between Avengers and CACW, leading to the Avengers beating his *ss (like Yelena said, the god from space doesn't need an ibuprofen after a fight)

everything's the same but no Joss Whedon going on and on about Natasha not being able to have kids

whatever ship scenario you have is canon now

Loki gets all panicky after the Hulk beats him to a pulp, having now realized what he's done. Thor believes him, and this leads to Thanos being killed in 2012-13

Deadpool sits in the back of everything, shouting comments like "Yay! Superhero landing! But don't do that, it's bad for your knees!"

Peter Parker's parents never die

the Cavalry is an Avenger

Yondu brings Peter Quill to Ego, causing the universe's destruction

Gamora and Nebula get along their entire lives

Gamora and Nebula switch roles (Gamora becomes the cyborg, Nebula the guardian and Thanos's favorite daughter)

Heimdall actually bothers to look for Loki, seeing if they can find his body for a funeral, to find that he is being tortured by Thanos. Odin refuses to send anyone to save him, making Thor realize just how awful he is. Thor, Sif, and Warriors 3 go with the help of Heimdall to save Loki

Odin and Frigga are actually good parents, creating the most iconic trio ever

tw suicide for the next bullet point

Bucky commits suicide between TWS and CACW (Sebastian said in an interview once that Bucky was suicidal)

Loki keeps coming back as DB Cooper for fun or bc he keeps losing bets

the Eternals did interfere

the shrapnel kills Tony

this one thing i made about Mr Rogers adopting Loki

Robbie is part of the Avengers in 2012, but when he sees Loki he immediately says that Loki isn't the issue and goes off to fight Thanos single handedly (and wins)

for whatever reason Coulson and May do legally adopt all the Bus Kids

Hunter and Bobbi both go to break Fitz out of prison, and they stick around for the rest of the season

Fitz and Jemma never meet (saddest of sad days)

Loki for some reason is in FFH and he sees Mysterio's illusions and just laughs bc he's such an amateur

everything's the same, everyone's just obsessed with classical music and it's constantly playing so i get happy watching it

Asgardians are like the elves in LOTR (books, not the movies), so they're constantly singing and dancing and all

Loki is shown playing a Norse flute-like instrument (we know they exist, we've found them, they're different than your typical flute and we don't really know how they sound but i want Loki to be a flautist and no i'm not not projecting (note the double negative) and yes i headcanon Loki to be a flautist i don't care what anyone says)

everyone gets therapy

someone (Monica or Jimmy) hits Hayward on the head, knocking him out (the same way Gandalf knocked out Denethor in ROTK when Denethor told everyone to flee) and the rest of SWORD works with them because clearly Hayward has issues

Stephen commits to not texting and driving

somehow Luis becomes He Who Remains just for one timeline so the entire story is told like how he tells his flashbacks

Coulson doesn't help Fury and Carol escape

T'Challa does not survive and M'Baku becomes Black Panther

the suit in Iron Man 3 is not garbage the entire movie

Tony doesn't find a way to save himself in time

Ross dies in Incredible Hulk

Loki has a pet flerken he just always carries around

by the same logic, Bucky has a kitten he meets between TWS and CACW that he always carries around. said kitten attacks people when they attack Bucky

Bucky becomes Captain America instead of Sam

when Thor goes back to 2013 Asgard, he drags Loki with him back to 2023

Clint tests the time travel by going to Sokovia and drags Pietro back with him

Steve comes back an old man, but they use Bruce's attempt at time travel to turn him back into the 30 something Steve he was

literally anything happens other than Thanos killing Loki bc Loki only used knives when he isn't even tall enough to reach Thanos's neck

Sam and Bucky straight up kill Walker

Daisy never goes through terrigenesis

Loki somehow ends up a tutor for Daisy

Bucky joins the aos team after they find him on the run from Hydra

Bucky plays baritone saxophone bc bari saxes are awesome and it adds nothing to the plot but he spends at least half an hour in each movie playing bari sax

everything's the same but John Williams is the composer

S.H.I.E.L.D. uses GH-325 to revive a bunch of composers (Mozart, Dvorak, Beethoven, Bach, Bizet, Holst, y'know, all my guys) because they for whatever reason have their bodies because of some wack mission. and now they have a bunch of classical composers alive who insist on writing more music. and what are you going to do, tell Bach to stop composing?

by that same logic, someone working at the Guest House decides to steal Freddie Mercury's body so that they can revive him bc he just loves Queen that much

Thor realizes how awful Odin is and makes it his goal to get revenge for what Odin did to his little brother

Thor meets a bunch of Loki variants (most notably gator Loki) and just decides to stop questioning anything ever

Mobius teaches Loki how to ride a jet ski

Loki arrives at S.H.I.E.L.D. and informs everyone he wants to go to school and learn about politics and run for president and S.H.I.E.L.D. is like "okay whatever just don't tell anyone you're a literal god" but have no way to stop Loki from telling anyone

y'know the "shot heard 'round the world" thing from the Battle of Lexington (first battle in American revolution, if you don't know what it is, we have no clue who made the first shot & both sides were telling their troops to not fire. once that shot was fired the battle broke out)? yeah well that was Loki i'm pretty sure

Loki comes to Earth and becomes an Avenger and all but only ever introduces himself as DB Cooper. Thor doesn't ever come to Earth, so everyone just thinks DB Cooper found the secret to not age and just showed up to save people. he disappears for stretches of time & everyone stops being confused bc he was in hiding for decades of course no one's gonna find him (he is actually on Asgard)

[emm-jayy]

unexpected (ii)- spencer reid

summary: the BAU interviews you, but you throw a twist they don’t expect

warnings: smut, talk of murder

word count: 4.7k

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Spencer watches you through the two-way glass. Your legs are crossed, that stupid smirk on your face was still there. It hadn’t left since you’d been arrested.

Hotch and Rossi walk into the interrogation room, and your smile grows bigger. “Hello boys.” You say.

“Hello.” Rossi says, “So are you going to answer our questions easily, or are we gonna have to pull it them of you?” Rossi asks.

“Agent Rossi. You say. “You’re the one who interviewed me in the first place. How does it feel to know you couldn’t see the culprit right in front of you?”

Rossi shakes his head, “You didn’t answer my question.”

“Well.” You say, placing your hands on the table as best you could, your handcuffs restricting you, “Agent Rossi.” You smirk, “I’ll only talk to Doctor Reid. So how about you get his fine ass in here?” You wink.

Hotch and Rossi look at each other, “We’ll be back.” Rossi says, looking back to you.

Rossi and Hotch walk out of the room, and go to the observation room. “What do you think?” Hotch asks Spencer.

Spencer sighs, folding his arms, “I can do it.” He nods.

“Okay.” Hotch replies, giving him the file.

Spencer takes a breath before walking into the room. As he enters, he attempts to look all business.

A smile grows on your face, “Hello, Doctor Reid.” You smile.

“You would only talk to me. So start talking.” He says, sitting down across from you.

“Well first, I have some conditions.” You say, leaning towards him. “Which are?” Spencer asks, mimicking your actions.

“First, I want these handcuffs off me. This isn’t the way I like to be cuffed if you know what I mean.” You wink at him.

“And how do I know you won’t run out of here?” Spencer asks.

“You have a gun, you’ll shoot me the second I take a step. Also, you said it yourself, I know i’m not strong. That’s why I suffocated the younger ones first.” You explain.

“Okay, fine. What else?” Spencer asks.

You begin to name the thing you want “Before I start answering the questions you want to know, I want some alone time with just you. No one watching behind that glass, and no recordings. Can you do that for me Princess?”

Spencer cringes at the nickname he had given you, reminding him of the time you spent together. He can tell that you’re getting off on his reaction.

“I’ll see what I can do.” Spencer says, getting up from his chair.

Rossi and Hotch look at him, “Do you know what she wants to speak to you about alone?” Hotch asks.

“No.” Spencer says, “But there won’t be any foul play. She needs to tell me whatever there is to tell me before she answers anything else.”

Hotch nods, “Here are the keys for her cuffs.” He says, handing them to Spencer.

Spencer walks out of the observation room, Rossi and Hotch following. They nod at him, and he goes in.

He walks over to you, undoing your cuffs. You rub your wrists, “Thank you Doctor Reid.” You say, stretching your arms.

“So.” Spencer says sitting down, “What did you need to tell me?”

“Do you want to know why I killed those last two families Spencer?” You ask, meeting his eyes.

“Confessing already? Wow.” Spencer comments.

“We’ll get to that later. Now, do you want to know?” You ask again.

“Yes.” Spencer says, looking at you.

“Because if you, Doctor Reid.” You say, booping his nose.

“What do you mean, because of me?” Spencer asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Your cock, it was so good.” Spencer cringes at the lewd terminology, but you continue.

“I wanted to see what would make me feel more high, your touch, or taking a life. And you wanna know what? They feel about the same.” You say, and begin to stand up. “Relax, I’m just stretching my legs.” You say, walking around the room.

“So then, why’d you kill your own family?” Spencer asks, narrowing his eyes.

You walk closer to Spencer testing the waters.

“I don’t know.” You say, and walk up to his chair. You sit on his lap, moving your legs to one side.

“Shits and giggles?” You whisper, before you press your lips to his.

As much as Spencer despises himself for it, he returns the kiss.

Once you separate you smirk down at him, “You just can’t resist me. Can you Doctor Reid?” You ask, playing with his collar.

Spencer clears his throat, “Are you ready to answer some questions?” He asks. He can feel his cheeks flushing, and he wants to get out of there.

You hop off of his lap, “Sure. But do you mind bringing that hot partner of yours in here? The one I met at the crime scene, Morgan.” You say, sitting back down in your chair.

“I’ll see what I can do.” Spencer says, leaving the room.

He sees the whole team standing in the bullpen, waiting for him to leave.

“You guys can all be in the observation room now. Morgan, she wants both of us.” He says, pointing at Morgan.

Morgan walks into the room with Spencer, and they both sit down.

“Is everyone watching behind the glass?” You ask, pointing to it.

“Yes they are.” Spencer answers.

“Great.” You say, folding your hands, “I want them all to watch the show.” You smirk.

“So you said we would get to your confession later, here we are.” Spencer says, sliding the confession paper across the desk.

You look at the paper, and then back up at Spencer. Then, you slide the paper back.

“You know there’s always a catch with me, Princess.” You say to Spencer.

“And what’s that catch this time?” Spencer questions.

“I want full immunity.” You say, and Morgan starts laughing.

“Why on Earth would we give you immunity Y/n? You killed 9 people.” Morgan asks, looking at you in disbelief.

“Because.” You pause, “I know who committed the HillCrest Murders.”

Shock fills Spencer’s body. The BAU had been investigating the HillCrest murders for some time now. They had been investigating them along with their other cases. They had discovered over 20 bodies, up and down the west coast. Every victim had been stripped naked, with cut marks forming a unique insignia. The insignia? The skyline of a mountain.

Morgan and Reid look at each other, until you speak up.

“And, I know of a lot more murders than you haven’t found out about.” You add.

Spencer looks at the expression on your face. It had morphed from a cocky smirk, to an almost childish afraid feeling.

“Get the whole team in here.” Spencer says, lowly to Morgan.

Morgan steps out, and Spencer’s expression changes. He hated to admit it, but he cared a lot for you. “Are you in danger?” Spencer asks, and you don’t respond.

The whole team comes back into the room, and Spencer speaks up, “Tell them what you told us.” He says softly.

“I have information on the HillCrest murders.” You say, “I know who committed them, and a lot more bodies that you haven’t found yet.” You say, looking toward the team.

“I need immunity because if I don’t get it and go to prison, i’ll get killed as soon as I get there.” You say, your voice almost cracking.

“But why commit the murders if you didn’t want to go to prison?” Rossi asks, confusion evident on his face.

“I can only answer that after you give me the immunity.” You say.

The whole team looks at each other, “We need to discuss this outside.” Hotch says.

They all walk out and Spencer begins, “I think we should give it to her.”

“She killed 9 people, Reid.” Morgan says, “Including her own family.”

Hotch sighs, “Reid is right, we should give her immunity.”

Spencer sighs in relief.

“I need to call the director and make sure it’s okay with him, but i’m pretty sure he’ll be okay with it.” Hotch says, walking away, dialing on his phone.

Morgan sighs, “What’s wrong?” Emily asks him.

“It just doesn’t feel right.” Morgan confesses.

Emily looks at him sympathetically.

After maybe 15 minutes, Hotch comes back with a paper in his hand.

“Let’s go.” He says, walking toward the interrogation room.

Spencer sits across from you, and Hotch sets the paper down on the table.

“This states that if you give us any wrong or misleading information, that the deal is off. You will be prosecuted accordingly. The director of the Bureau signed it, and you have to as well.” Hotch explains.

You nod, taking the pen he gave you, and you sign your name.

“We will get started with questioning now. Reid?” Hotch says, gesturing to him.

Spencer looks at you with his hazel eyes, and begins to ask you questions.

“Who committed the HillCrest murders?” He asks you.

“An organization called Noctiphany. The guy who recruited me said that it means ‘Something that only occurs at night.” Symbolic, I know.” You tell Spencer.

“What does this organization do?” Spencer asks you.

“Everything. Drugs, Hitmen, Prostitution. Anything illegal.” You say, softly.

“What did killing your family have to do with this organization?” Spencer asks you.

“The initiation into the organization is that you have to kill your family.” You say, and Spencer can see the tears in your eyes, “But uh, i’ll admit, I got a taste for it after that.” You laugh slightly.

Spencer glances up at you, him being the only one in the room knowing the truth behind your statements. Truly, you had him right where you wanted him. He couldn’t tell anyone the truth without fear of losing his job.

“Why didn’t you say no?” Spencer asks, this question being more what he wanted to know rather than federal.

“If Noctiphany recruits you, you can’t really say no. They showed me pictures of myself, like they stalked me beforehand or something. They threatened to make my life a living hell if I didn’t join.” You tell Spencer.

“Who is the leader of this organization?” Spencer asks you.

“I don’t know. I was just be entry-level. The guy that recruited me, he said his name was Rick Ross. He said that they had guys everywhere. Even in the government…” You trail off, looking up at the team. “It’s none of you right? Oh god. You’re not going to tell them?” You ask, panic evident on your face.

“Hey.” Spencer says, putting a hand up, “Calm down, none of us are with them.” He says.

“Rick Ross was a famous drug runner. He got caught because he bought cocaine from an undercover federal agent.” Spencer says, recalling the information from an article he had once read.

“Did they ever ask you to go by an alias?” He asks you.

“Yes. They called me Belle. Belle Gunness.” You tell him.

“She would kill men and children for insurance money.” Spencer said, “Do you have any idea why they picked you, off all people?”

You pause, “I have immunity from everything right? Not just those 9 murders?” You ask, looking up at Hotch.

“What else are you not telling us, Y/n?” Spencer asks.

“Whenever I was maybe 16, I knew about a murder.” You confess, “My older friend who was a senior told me about it. They told me the gory details, and everything. I never told anyone about it though, as they made me swear not to. Do you think Noctiphany knew? And they admired my skill of keeping secrets?” You ask.

“We don’t know anything for sure.” Spencer assures you, “Now, do you know what Noctiphany does to people who tell their secrets?” Spencer asks.

“No.” You say, “It was just highly insinuated that snitches get stitches, if you will.” You scoff. “But uh. I probably can’t go back to my college, or anywhere. They’ll find me.” You trail off.

“Hotch. Can I speak to you in private?” Spencer asks, not breaking eye contact with you.

“Yes.” Hotch answers, walking out of the room.

“The immunity isn’t enough.” Spencer says when they walk out of the door.

“What are you suggesting?” Hotch asks, hesitating.

“She needs to work with us.” Spencer says, noting the obvious look on Hotch’s face. “She’s obviously very skilled, and if Noctiphany doesn’t know she’s working with us, she could go undercover.”

Hotch pauses for a moment, “Let’s bring it up to her.”

Spencer sighs in relief, and they walk back into the room.

“Y/n.” Spencer begins, “We want you to work with us.” He says, and the whole team goes silent. Morgan scoffs, putting his head in his hands.

“Work with you?” You ask, “How?” Spencer can tell you’re confused.

“You would go meet up with Rick, and have a wire on you, and you would get more information about Noctiphany.” Spencer explains.

“I think I can do that.” You nod.

“So how does the organization make you prove that you killed your family?” Spencer asks you.

“They see if you make it through the investigation.” You say, “That’s the only way you can be proven worthy, if you can lie about being innocent to the point where they don’t suspect you anymore.” You explain.

“I think that’s enough for now.” Hotch says, “Under our agreement, you will stay here until we can be sure you’re safe.”

“What do you mean, stay here?” You ask, “I can’t stay here. That would be too suspicious, you guys holding me overnight.” You say.

“Where were you staying before this happened?” Hotch asks.

“The Bee Creek hotel.” You answer.

“Okay, you can go back there, but an agent will have to be with you.” Hotch says.

“I’ll do it.” Spencer says, all too quickly. He kicks himself for it. You smile slightly at his reaction.

“Okay. We will figure out details on the undercover mission tomorrow. Everyone else, get some rest.” Hotch says. “Reid, I want you to be on high alert at her hotel room.” Hotch tells him, “Don’t sleep for too long at a time, and be carrying.” Hotch says.

Spencer nods, and he stands up, the rest of the team walking out. Spencer walks beside you, “We need to get you signed out, so you can get all your things.” He says quietly, and leads you to the desk where you need to do paperwork.

~

Later, Spencer drives you back to your hotel room. The elevator ride up is silent, as well as the walk to your room.

Spencer is honestly afraid to start the conversation. He had been so angry at you, from the moment you were arrested, until he heard your story. At that point, he felt sorry for you.

You were just scared, and felt the need to comply with whatever the organization had told you to do. Though Spencer had suppressed the ‘functioning psychopath’ part of your character.

When the door to your apartment shuts, you are the first to speak. “I’m sorry for lying.” You say, looking up at Spencer.

“I understand.” Spencer tells you, “You did what you had to do. Can I just ask you one question?”

“Of course.” You say.

“When you told me you kept on killing because of us having sex, was that true?” Spencer asks, finally meeting your eyes.

“I don’t know. I guess on some level it was. There was this weird compulsion inside of me to kill after we did.” You say, “I’m really sorry Spencer, I really can’t control it.” You say, tears coming into your eyes.

“Hey.” Spencer says, putting a hand on your face, “It’s okay. I understand. After all of this is over, we are going to get you help.” Spencer pulls you into a hug, rubbing your back.

You pull away, and lean in for a kiss, Spencer returns it. Slowly, the kiss begins to get more heated. Pent up need and anger from the day pouring into it.

You separate from him, “Have I been a bad girl Doctor Reid?” You ask, and Spencer smirks, realizing what you want him to do.

“Yes princess, you have been a bad girl.” He whispers in a husky voice, and you smile, biting down on your lip.

“Am I going to be punished?” You ask, your doe eyes looking into his.

“Oh god yes.” Spencer growls, pushing you towards the bed, “You’re going over my knee sweetheart.”

Spencer crashes his lips into yours once more, and begins to pull your shirt over your head. A pink lace bra is underneath, and he groans.

Next comes your pants. Spencer wanted you to be just in your bra and underwear when he punished you.

As soon as your pants are off, he admires you. He moves you over his legs rubbing your ass lightly. “I want you to count princess. How many do you think you deserve?” Spencer asks you.

“I don’t know Sir.” You say in a soft voice.

Spencer tuts, “Ah ah ah. It’s Doctor to you sweetheart.”

“Okay Doctor. It’s up to you. I’ve been bad.” You say.

“I think 20 hits is enough.” Spencer says, and his hand comes down on you without warning. You yelp, lurching forward.

“O-one.” You say. “Good girl.” Spencer says, smacking you on the other cheek.

You moan out, “Two.” You say, biting your lip. Two more hits follow, quickly in succession.

You feel Spencer’s fingers go down to your heat, feeling you.

“You’re already this wet? I don’t think this is much of a punishment, princess.” Spencer says, rubbing your clit lightly.

He turns you over, and slightly shoves you down to your knees. He pushes down his pants, leaving him only in his boxers.

“Go ahead princess.” Spencer says, and you eagerly shove down his underwear.

You still marvel at his size, even after seeing it before. You lick from the base to tip, swirling around his head. Spencer sighs, a slight moan coming from him.

You begin to bob your head, hollowing your cheeks. “Fuck.” Spencer says, and begins to tentatively move his hips.

You look up at him, as a signal to say it’s okay. Spencer then grabs onto your head, thrusting into your mouth.

You suppress your gag reflex, letting him go deeper into your mouth. Spencer pulls his cock out of your mouth, letting you breath.

“Get up.” Spencer says, pulling you up. His eyes meet yours, and he tucks some hair behind your ear. The sweet moment is gone quickly, replaced by lust and need.

Spencer bends you over the bed, similar to how you had been the first time you were together.

He marvels at the reddening of your ass, smirking at his work, he massages you slightly, before taking your underwear off. Your bra comes next.

You arch your back, hoping that that will make him hurry up, but Spencer just smacks your ass again in response.

“Be patient princess.” Spencer says, rubbing your ass again.

He lines himself up with your entrance, pressing his head against your clit. You moan softly, music to his ears.

Spencer teases you, putting only the head into you, and you begin to beg, “Please Doctor.” You whine.

Spencer pushes fully into you without warning, and you moan out. He begins to thrust inside of you.

“Fuck, princess, so tight.” Spencer says between gritted teeth. He grabs onto your ass, alternating between spanking and massaging it.

You grab onto the sheets of the hotel bed, desperate for release. As soon as Spencer feels your walls tighten against him, he slows down.

You groan, “What the hell Spencer?” You ask, turning your head.

Spencer smirks, pulling out and flipping you over. His hand comes lightly around your throat, “What did you just call me, Princess?”

Your eyes widen, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry Doctor.” You say, the phrase coming out like a mantra.

Spencer enters you again, this time at a much faster pace. With one hand around your neck, and one on your hip, he groans. He feels you tighten around him once more, and his hand drifts to your clit, rubbing soft circles.

“Come on my cock princess, come on.” Spencer says, biting his lip.

You clench around him as you come, and he lets out a groan at the feeling. Spencer’s thrusts become sloppy.

He lets out a string of profanities, some in other languages, as he spills inside of you.

Spencer’s hand loosens around your throat, and you both attempt to catch your breath.

Spencer smiles softly at you, and gives you a kiss, “I’m gonna go start the shower Princess.” He says softly, getting up.

Spencer can tell you’re still in a daze, and he pats your thigh.

He walks into the hotel bathroom, bending over to turn on the water. Spencer makes sure that the temperature isn’t too hot or too cold for you before he gets you.

“Cmon princess.” Spencer says, helping you get up. You can walk on your own, but he feels the need to help you.

You both get into the shower, and Spencer begins to wash you off. He lets the water rinse of your mixed release off of your thighs, lightly scrubbing your back.

You sigh, turning around to face him. Spencer wonders how it is that you can be so vulnerable towards him. After all you two had only met meer days ago. Yet, Spencer felt more content than ever.

You put your head in the space between Spencer’s chest and shoulder. You two just stood there for a moment, reveling in the experience.

“Okay princess, we gotta get ready for bed.” Spencer tells you.

“Well you aren’t supposed to be sleeping for too long.” You reply, smiling at him.

“True.” He says, turning off the water. He steps into the steam filled bathroom, handing you a towel. Spencer also grabs one, wrapping it around his waist.

You both walk out of the bathroom. Spencer walks over to the bag he had brought to stay with you. He grabs a shirt, and some shorts, and you grab something similar.

Spencer walks over to you, playing with your slightly wet hair, “You get to sleep, i’ll be right beside you.” He says, turning off the light.

You climb into bed, drifting off easily whenever you feel Spencer’s warm body.

~

You and Spencer wake up around 8. Sleep still evident in his voice Spencer says, “Good morning.”

“Good morning, Doctor.” You reply, rubbing your eyes.

“We have to get dressed. The team has to monitor you whenever you text Rick.” Spencer says, swinging his legs over the side of the bed.

“Okay.” You say softly.

Spencer checks his phone, seeing a text from Morgan. “Meet at the station around 9” The text said.

Spencer walks up to you, and hugs you from behind, wrapping his arms around you.

“I gotta get dressed.” You say, patting his arm.

“I know.” Spencer sighs, flopping on the bed, “So do I.”

After Spencer has gotten dressed in his normal attire, he puts his holster on, sliding his revolver into it.

At that point it was around 8:30, so you and Spencer were having to leave.

You hop into the SUV Spencer was taking you around in, and you were off to the station.

You walk into the station, and Spencer made sure to make it look like you weren’t looking suspicious. He was on a team of profilers, so any small body language cue was evident. He briefed you about that in the car.

When he walked into the bullpen, he was met with someone who’s back was turned to him, and he knew exactly who it was. “Garcia!” He exclaimed, “I didn’t know you were coming.” He smiled.

Penelope smiled back at him, “Yeah, they called me in, as it was too important for me to not be on the scene.” She says.

“Okay great, now that we have everyone here, i’ll brief you.” Hotch says, addressing everyone in the room.

“Y/n will text Rick, setting up a meeting. Depending on where Rick wants the meeting and at what time, will determine a lot of other things.” Hotch begins. “We will get Y/n a car, and she will drive to the location, wire already on.” We will be monitoring from a van, Garcia has got that set up.” Hotch explains, pointing to Penelope.

“Y/n. You understand that you need to get as much information out of him as possible, correct?” Hotch asks you, and you nod. “You will have a small earpiece that shouldn’t be detected, but we will only speak to you if absolutely needed.”

“Okay.” You say, looking at Spencer. He can tell that you are nervous.

“Do you have your phone with you?” Hotch asks, and you pull it out.

Shit. He hasn’t told you to delete the texts between you two. Spencer attempts to make eye contact with you again, but you are looking at Hotch, already handing him your phone.

“He’s in my phone as Rick.” You say. You finally meet Spencer’s eyes, giving him a slight nod. He is relieved, making sure not to show it.

“Okay, just text him like you normally would for a meeting.” Hotch says, careful to observe you, making sure that you did what he asked.

You typed, “Need to talk. Meet today?”

“It usually takes a bit to respond.” You say, turning off your phone.

Hotch nods, “Let us know when he does.”

About 5 minutes later, your text tone goes off, and Hotch rushes over to you. You open the text, and it reads, “Location 3 , 1pm.”

“What does location three mean?” Hotch asks.

“Whenever we met, he gave me a chart of locations to memorize. That way we could talk over text without being tracked. Location three is an abandoned warehouse.” You say.

“Alright, give us the address, we need to get ready.” Hotch says, handing you a piece of paper. You write down the address, handing it to him.

“Prentiss and Garcia will attach the wire to you.” Hotch says.

Spencer watches you walk away with Emily and Penelope. He truly hopes that this can all end soon. He wants to show you off to the world, but he can’t do that when you’re a part of an ongoing investigation.

Spencer sighs, helping Morgan get things ready.

~

Spencer’s nerves are through the roof sitting in the van. The van was marked as an extermination company, as to not raise suspicion, but inside, it was all high-tech.

“Y/n. Can you hear us?” Penelope asked. You were still driving to the location, so it was safe to talk.

“Yes.” You reply.

Spencer wasn’t sure why he was so nervous. It was simple, almost no way you could get hurt. You were just getting information.

“I’m here.” You say softly, “I see Rick.” You day, and Spencer hears your car door open.

“Y/n.” He hears a voice say, “Rick. I killed them, and others.” You say, “Am I in?” You ask.

Spencer bounces his leg, nervously. “Yes, you’re in. You got through the investigation as well.” Rick says.

“They never suspected a thing.” You say, and Spencer can hear the smirk in your voice.

“Now you can meet with the higher-up.” Rick says.

“And who exactly is that?” You ask.

There is silence for a moment, and Spencer freezes.

Suddenly, there is static coming over the wire. “Garcia? What’s happening?” Hotch says, walking over to the computers.

“I don’t know sir.” Garcia says, her fingers tapping on the keys. She stops typing, and pauses for a moment. “She disabled the wire.” She says softly.

The team goes silent. The only noise that is heard is Morgan hitting the wall of the van.

A minute passes, until Spencer’s phone rings. Everyone turns to him, and Spencer pulls out his phone.

The call was from a blocked number, and Spencer answers it, “Hello?” He says, meekly.

“I’m sorry it had to be this way Princess.” Your voice cooed through the phone. “But this was always the plan. Catch me if you can, Doctor.” You say, and hang up the phone.

Spencer throws the phone to the ground, a strangled groan coming out of his mouth. He puts his head in his hands, sighing.

It had happened again. His feelings for you clouded his judgement, and he couldn’t see you for what you truly were.

[annebaneriddle]

I saw a lot of T*ny stans saying the accords were right and they are good for everyone and people with super-powers needs accountability.

Well, sit down, kids. It's time for a story!

So, before we get started let's let clear what the accords says:

So basicaly:

1- If you're enhanced, you will have to give them your DNA (Just imagine how beautiful it would be Thadeus Ross having access to Steve's and Peter's blood. Imagine how marvelous it would be him having access to the blood of the inhumans. Such a dream!).

Ross seeing a giant hulklike thing clinbing up buildings like a spider and with a superforce even bigger than Hulk's one: Hm... sorry? It was an accident, I swear.

2 - If your identity is secret you will have to reveal who you are (Nevermind, dude. It's not like I never told who I was because I have family and friends and don't want them to get hurt. Nevermind, man. It's not like I'm yet a teenager going to schoold and I don't want a villain to attack me in the middle of a class while I'm surrounded by civilians).

Peter: Hey, guys! So, the thing is: I'm Spider-Man. Yes, I know it sounds crazy, but with the accords I had to reveal my identity so I just wanted to warn you all that soon or latter Doctor Octopus or the Green Goblin will appear to try to kill me and you all will be at the middle of cross-fire, so... hm... I'm sorry?!

3 - You will have to use a tracking bracelet (Privacity? Is that some kind of food?).

Agent: Why did you went to that sex shop yesterday?

Enhanced that just wanted to surprise their significant one: You wouldn't like to know, weatherboy.

4 - You will have to wait the damn United Nations subcommittee member's lazy ass to decide if you can or can't act.

I'm sorry, ma'am, but understand my side, please. Yes, I know there are alliens invading your country and they just killed a 100 people... ok, 1000, my bad. The thing is: I have to wait the subcommittee decide if I can protect you all or not. Oh, they said no. Sorry, ma'am, I must go home now. Have a nice death!

5 - Signing or not the accords, if you use you power to protect someone without asking for permit of the government first (aka acting anything like a vigilant) you will be detained indefinitely (You can just say "life imprisonment", darling, it's ok) without trial (Well, I mean, it's not like it breaks at least a dozen of the humans rights or anything like that).

Ma'am can you PLEASE wait for a moment? Yes, ma'am, I know that man just kidnaped your daughter and I'm right here and can easily follow the car and save her, but I'm calling the government to ask if I can do that. No, I can't help you if they don't let! What? No, thanks, I don't want to be "detained" at the fucking Raft. Yes, you will have to wait. Why are you even complaing btw? You all asked for this! Deal with the consequences just as we're doing. I'm sorry for your loss, they said no. The daughter of a Senator will have a prom tonight and he want me there as a body guard. I have to get ready. Bye!

As you all can see, such a set of lovable laws. It's not like it goes agains all the human rights. No, no there no way it does. It's not like it will bring more deaths than save lifes. Never!

"Oh, but the government knows what the're doing!"

Well, it's not like a Senator ordered the dearh of her own brother just because he had powers or anything. She was just jealous.

I mean, it's not like she was an ally and benefactor of a literal extermination group too. Such an angel this woman.

Oh, and it wasn't even more encouraged by the creation of the accourds. Never in this world!

The only sensible part of it is that self-aware artificial intelligence is prohibited.

The "no trial" thing lets me just so... ugh. They can't get a lawyer, they can't defend themselvs, they won't even go through trial! You all know what it means, right? No trial = no need of proof or any kind of investigation.

Now imagine: there is a politic and his so beloved son kills someone. He of course, don't want his son to get arested, so he goes through the list of of enhanced ones, find a enhanced that lives near from where the murder was commited and put the blame on him. The enhanced one supposedly used his powers without permition AND to harm someone, to KILL someone, so he is going to be arested at the Raft without a trial. There will be no investigation, there will be no need of evidences, so no one will ever find it was his son, and not the poor enhanced boy that is now locked at the Raft having to use a straightjacket, that killed that person.

Does that sounds fair for you? It doesn't for me.

But yeah, the accourds are all amazing. Whatever you say.

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

RWBY / MCU AU (2.0)

(reposting since Tumblr is being weird)

The Avengers

1) Ruby Rose as Tony Stark / Iron Man (reasoning: weapons nut, expert inventor, red color scheme, main protagonist)

2) Jaune Arc as Steve Rogers / Captain America (reasoning: awkward blonde guy who is always trying to prove himself, forged his papers in order to get into Beacon, team leader of JNPR)

3) Weiss Schnee as Thor Odinson (reasoning: yes, I know that Nora is the more obvious choice. I went with Weiss since I felt that she fit Thor’s story better. Nora doesn’t really have good parallels for Loki, Sif, Odin, Hela, and the rest of the Thor cast. As for Weiss, she started out as an arrogant heiress with a terrible father and brother. She later lost her inheritance and was humbled by her experiences in Beacon and with Team RWBY. To me, her character arc fits Thor to a tee)

4) Yang Xiao Long as Bruce Banner / The Incredible Hulk (reasoning: prone to anger, known for brute force and punching. Also, since she’s Bruce, she would be close friends with Ruby, which could mirror their sisterly relationship)

5) Harriet Bree as Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow (reasoning: if the Atlas Military and Ace Ops are S.H.I.E.L.D. in this AU, then I felt that a member of Ace Ops should be Black Widow and Hawkeye)

6) Clover Ebi as Clint Barton / Hawkeye (reasoning: if the Atlas Military and Ace Ops are S.H.I.E.L.D. in this AU, then I felt that a member of Ace Ops should be Black Widow and Hawkeye)

Guardians of the Galaxy

1) Mercury Black as Peter Quill / Star-Lord (reasoning: douchey guy who always feels the need to overcompensate. Hates his biological father)

2) Emerald Sustrai as Gamora (reasoning: she’s partners with Mercury, green color scheme, can be said to be in league with Salem due to her association with Cinder, black character)

3) Roman Torchwick as Rocket Raccoon (reasoning: loudmouthed thief who mocks everyone, partners with Neo who is Groot)

4) Neopolitan as Groot (reasoning: characters known for their distinct way of “speaking”, Roman’s closest associate, cutest member of the team)

5) Cardin Winchester as Drax the Destroyer (reasoning: big, muscular guy who is not really known for his brains)

6) Cinder Fall as Nebula (reasoning: she’s one of Salem’s main followers, Salem being our Thanos. Also, her connection to Emerald)

Wakanda

1) Blake Belladonna as T’Challa / Black Panther (reasoning: daughter of Ghira, our T’Chaka. Her story is all about discrimination and finding a way to bridge the gap between humans and faunus. Technically, she’s of royal blood. She’s also part cat)

2) Adam Taurus as Erik Killmonger (reasoning: anti-human/pro-faunus extremist who is obsessed with Blake. His main plan is basically to kill everyone who he feels is a threat to his people. True, the origins of his obsession with the Black Panther is different in this AU but still)

3) Kali Belladonna as Queen Ramonda (reasoning: Blake’s mom)

4) Ghira Belladonna as King T’Chaka (reasoning: Blake’s dad)

5) Sun Wukong as Nakia (reasoning: Blake’s love interest. Don’t come at me Bumbleby stans, he’s a faunus and Yang’s already cast as Hulk)

6) Ilia Amitola as W’Kabi (reasoning: since she’s a White Fang agent, I felt that she should be the member of T’Challa’s inner circle who ends up siding with Killmonger)

7) Sienna Khan as N’Jobu (reasoning: this is to act as a parallel to her relationship with Adam. N’Jobu was Killmonger’s father, Sienna was Adam’s leader. Also, just like N’Jobu, Sienna was a radical who wanted to fight against discrimination towards her people)

The Black Order

1) Salem as Thanos (reasoning: main villain of the series)

2) Arthur Watts as Ebony Maw (reasoning: member of Salem’s Inner Circle)

3) Tyrian Callows as Corvus Glaive (reasoning: member of Salem’s Inner Circle)    

4) Hazel Rainart as Cull Obsidian (reasoning: member of Salem’s inner circle)  

Asgard

1) Jacques Schnee as Odin (reasoning: Weiss’ father)

2) Willow Schnee as Frigga (reasoning: Weiss’ mother)

3) Whitley Schnee as Loki Laufeyson (reasoning: Weiss’ brother)

4) Winter Schnee as Hela (reasoning: Weiss’ sister)

5) Klein Sieben as one of the Warriors Three (reasoning: associate of the Schnee Family)

6) Nora Valkyrie as Valkyrie (reasoning: besides the obvious naming reasons and Viking symbolism, Nora is also headstrong and stubborn)

7) Lie Ren as Heimdall (reasoning: okay, to be honest, Ren is Heimdall mainly so that he can have some type of connection with Nora. In terms of personality, Ren is also stoic and honorable)

Stark Industries

1) Qrow Branwen and Summer Rose as Howard and Maria Stark, respectively (reasoning: going with the fan theory that Qrow is Ruby’s biological father, then it made sense to have Qrow and Summer as the Starks. Also, Qrow being Howard oddly fits if you picture him as a raging alcoholic who unintentionally neglects Ruby while she was growing up)

2) Penny Polendina as J.A.R.V.I.S. / Vision (reasoning: A..I. and android who is close friends with Ruby)

3) Pietro Polendina as Ultron (reasoning: okay, so this one is a bit of a stretch. Since Ultron is the “father” of Vision, then it made sense that Penny’s father would take this role. Just imagine that Pietro is a rogue A.I./killer robot made by Ruby and Yang in this AU)

4) Oscar Pine as Pepper Potts (reasoning: Jaune and Weiss have already been cast, so I guess this AU is a Rosegarden fic)

5) Coco Adel as James Rhodes / War Machine (reasoning: I was running low on characters. This is literally just because her main weapon is a minigun)

Other Major Characters

1) Raven Branwen as General Thaddeus “Thunderbolt” Ross (reasoning: so instead of Ross being Betty’s father, Ross would be Bruce’s father in this AU. The reason for this change is that I really wanted to include Raven in this AU and casting her as a power-hungry general chasing her daughter around the world in order to control the Hulk felt appropriate)  

2) Vernal as Betty Ross (reasoning: to keep the General Ross-Betty Ross relationship to some extent, then Vernal as Betty made sense. Instead of being father-daughter, it’s “mother figure-daughter figure”)

3) James Ironwood as Nick Fury (reasoning: big military guy and the head of Atlas Military and Ace Ops)

4) Glynda Goodwitch as Maria Hill (reasoning: this would’ve been Winter...but I have Winter cast as Hela. So Glynda, being my second choice due to her past relationship with Ironwood, gets this role)

5) Neptune Vasilias as Jane Foster (reasoning: closest character we have for Weiss’ love interest. Don’t come at me Whiterose stans, Ruby’s already Iron Man)

6) Bartholomew Oobleck as Erik Selvig (reasoning: it’s mainly because he’s a professor)  

7) Pyrrha Nikos as Peggy Carter (reasoning: warrior, closest character we have for Jaune’s love interest)

8) Saphron Cotta-Arc as Bucky Barnes / The Winter Soldier (reasoning: there was literally no other character who I could think of that could fit this role, so I went with Saphron since you have the sibling relationship element with Jaune. This is obviously not a romantic-Stucky interpretation, this is more along the lines of Steve and Bucky being spiritual brothers)

9) Ozpin as Stephen Strange / Doctor Strange (reasoning: Earth’s protector, one of the guys leading the charge against Salem. Also, Ozpin looks like the kind of guy who’d be a mysterious sorcerer)

10) Marcus Black as Ego the Living Planet (reasoning: Mercury’s estranged, biological father)

[9worldstales]

MCU Loki: Speculations on the “Loki” series

So, for the fun of it I’m gonna speculate on the whole “Loki” series.

For start Time Variance Authority.

In the comic the TVA seems to represent the lawful alignment. It doesn’t mean it will do the same in the “Loki” series, Marvel sometimes change things but let’s pretend they left this unchanged.

Before you start thinking this is a good thing, let’s remember the lawful alignment doesn’t define the moral axis of something, merely the ethical one. General Thunderbolt Ross and the Krees can be considered as lawful as Captain America and Rhodey, only the first two are lawful evil while the last two are lawful good.

Karl Mordo in “Doctor Strange” instead moves from lawful good to lawful evil.

For the TVA what matters are the rules. They are, of course, sure that respecting the rules is a good thing, and if this requires to wipe out an entire temporal line… well, no problem of theirs.

In short the TVA are your sort of guys who might decide that no, the Avengers shouldn’t have gone back in time and hamper with the timeline and save half of the universe because… it’s against their rules.

Here they seem worried that Loki has changed things. I would argue that it’s the Avengers that went back in the past and change things but let’s explore what it means if Loki didn’t met up the same fate as the one of the ordinary timeline.

Well, for start the Bifrost doesn’t get repaired as Thor used the Tesseract to repair it.

This might mean that, for start the Nine Realms will have to do without Asgard’s protection but, in more MCU terms that Thor won’t be able to go back home. There’s to wonder if he’ll manage to make peace with Jane and reach for her when she will be possessed by the Aether.

If he doesn’t, as a result, the Aether can fall more easily in Malekit’s hands, who will attack Earth directly instead than Asgard.

We might not end up having Thanos because the Dark Elves win and wipe away people themselves, turning the whole series in a variation of “War of realms”.

Okay, no, I don’t think we’ll get “War of realms” but it’s a pity.

What I wonder if the fact that they have Loki and Moebius interact is because one is chaotic and the other is lawful and the theme of the story is going to be this.

Chaotic again, isn’t necessarily evil, it only means you don’t respect the rules.

Scott Lang from “Ant-Man” is chaotic good for example. The Vulture from “Spider Man Homecoming” is chaotic evil.

Same as Karl Mordo Loki tends to change his moral axis at need. Prior to “Thor” he’s chaotic good, in “The Avengers” he’s Chaotic evil, in “Avengers: Infinity War” he’s back on being Chaotic good again.

So the whole show can open the discussion of how respecting or not rules should be tied to moral values. We shouldn’t respect a law aimed at hurting others… but we shouldn’t break law carelessly either as there will be consequences.

For example…. There’s a scene showing Loki in Pompeii.

Should the people in the city be warned mount Somma (yeah, it’s mount Somma which erupted, what will remain of it after the eruption will be named Vesuvius) is about to erupt and therefore saved or should we let them all die because, after all, their death is kind of already happened from Loki and Mobius perspective?

It’s a question that, in a way, was opened and ignored in “Avengers: Endgame”. The Avengers decide to save all the people that were blipped away by Thanos… but what about the ones he killed previously?

The half of Asgardian refugees, Heimdall, Loki, the dwarves on Nidavellir, the people on Xandar he wiped away to get the power stone, the people that die in the battle of New York, that was still caused by Thanos even if he didn’t oversee it personally, Gamora’s family and people?

Thor arrives in Asgard and is forced to face that most of the people there will be dead… would it have been really bad if he warned them against Hela so that more could survive? If he saved his mom and then asked her to find an alternate way to get the same ending with the Dark Elves only this time it doesn’t include her dying?

It’s questions worth making because they touch our moral axis as, if we do nothing, we let those people die/dead.

For a greater good? How can we know the result and for who’s the greater good? For us?

So anyway this has the potential to be cool, because when the lines on the moral axis blur and you don’t know anymore if something is good or evil, the decisions are taken by the ethical axis.

And someone lawful would just say ‘the law says so therefore letting those people die has to be the good choice’ while someone chaotic would say ‘screw the law, it can’t be good, I’m gonna save my mom and worry about consequences later’.

And this is awesome material for a story.

Though, of course, they can also take inspiration from “Agent of Asgard” in which old Loki, despite thinking that nothing would change even if Loki were to try to be good, still changed the past so that Loki could have a better chance at life and could make a more informed decision in the end.

(the scene of Loki’s decision is “Agent of Asgard” is AWESOME and way better than whatever redemption arc the MCU came up with by the way so I’m all to get that if they do the appropriate work)

Going on.

In the comics Mobius is a bureaucrat, cloned for his job and who knows nothing else but it.

Of course Marvel can portray him differently but let’s assume they’ll run with this.

So it can be that for Mobius everything is just ‘data’ and people are merely ‘entities’ and this not because he’s evil but because that’s how he has been taught to live.

He studied all of Loki’s life, but that’s it, for him they probably were data, not someone’s life, just a list of facts with no emotional value attached.

Studying Loki’s life is a job, and he might dedicate to it with the same mind setting of a student studying Caesar’s life.

He might not stop to wonder how painful the stabbing was, how horrible it could have been to see that his son was among the stabbers, how desperately he attempted to protect himself as he tried to flee and how brutal the others were as they continued to stab him even when he fell and lay there defenceless.

All he might care for is he died in 15 March 44 BC, attacked by around 60 men and stabbed 23 times, one of the stabs given by Brutus and that’s it. And then on March 15th put on Tumblr a stabbed Caesar salad and joke on his death because, by now Caesar is no more viewed as a person, just as a historical record.

For Mobius Loki might be just a record and even if Loki sits in front of him, he’s no more than data and someone to use. If Mobius gets an arc in which he develops he might learn to view Loki as a person, which doesn’t necessarily mean he’ll stop being lawful.

He might learn to feel sorry for him but still say ‘but the law says this is it’ or he might shift his ethical axis.

It would still be an interesting plot.

And for Loki too there’s potential for things to be interesting because he might, for once, to feel in control.

Most of Loki’s life is dictated by him not being in control.

He didn’t get to decide to be a Frost Giant, picked up by Odin, raised by an Asgardian and revealed the truth too late. He didn’t get to decide to be the less favoured son and he came to believe nothing he would do would make him worthy in Odin’s eyes. He was sent by Thanos to conquer Earth, manipulated by the sceptre. And now the TVA has captured him and they’re forcing him to cooperate.

If he’s given the power to affect the past he might grow to believe he’s actually not forced to submit to other people’s choices but that he’s in control of his fate.

It’s part of the point of “Agent of Asgard”.

Old Loki came to believe no matter what he did, he couldn’t change things, he would always be the ‘god of lies’, but the Loki of “Agent of Asgard” instead decided he would be something else and became the master of his own fate.

It would be a good development.

Of course, I’ve not the slightest idea if Marvel will go according to this route.

There’s really too little to judge and I’ll admit I won’t like it much if the point is not so much to save Loki but save Lady Loki because, no offence to Lady Loki who might have an even worse past than Loki, but it’s Loki the character I grew to love and I wish would be saved.

Last but not least, as I feared the whole ‘You've literally stabbed people in the back like fifty times’ quote produced a lot of discussing when it shouldn’t have.

Like, we miss most of the content but, from the look of it, it’s not like Loki, on his own, decided to pay a visit to the TVA and to help them. They captured him, he even though they wanted to kill him, they very likely forced him to cooperate.

Now, in this case any guy with an ounce of brain does what Tony did when he was held captive by the Ten Rings and they asked him to build them weapons if they don’t want to end tortured or killed. They say ‘yes’, gain their trust and then build a Iron-Man suit behind their back with whom they can stab them. In the back, yeah, because that’s what people with a modicum intelligence and no magic hammer should do with guys who overpower them and held them captive.

It’s a basic survival skill, not a proof you’re untrustworthy. People don’t own captors to be trustworthy to them and this message must never be allowed to pass.

You has to be trustworthy with people who deserve it, not with people who force you to be subservient.

So yeah, I hope Loki will stab the TVA in the back because no matter how lawful an righteous they feel, they clearly impose to everyone their law and no matter how much they claim they make the world better, they’re clearly sacrificing people.

[i-drink-and-i-write-fics]

Let Nature Take Her Course

Chapter 12: Reveal

Summary: Everett finally sees what Juna’s been hiding.

Notes: Annnnnnd now back to Juna’s PoV lol!

The room all around me was charred and smoky from the lightning bolt I had summoned. As I sat up, the pile of ashes that had once been Selene shifted and slowly fell off of me, I used a breeze through the now open window to remove the rest as I stood up to survey the damage.

In one corner stood Storm, standing protectively in front of Xavier and Everett. I didn’t bother approaching them, knowing that Ororo would instantly try to fight me. And the whole point of me coming here - besides the now-dead psychic vampire - was the aliens invading.

She wouldn’t take her eyes off me, wondering how I would strike. I just shook my head. “I’m not here for the humans.”

“No offense, but I find that hard to believe.”

I shrugged. “Fair. But I did just save Agent Ross’s life. Which brings up a question: how long did you know? You knew to protect them.”

“I didn’t know who you were, but I knew the signs of lightning being used.”

“Of course,” I nodded my head before leaning to the right to try to see Everett’s face better. “Are you ok?”

He didn’t seem to hear me and my first thought was he was in shock. Storm may have protected him and Xavier from the lightning, but watching everything that just happened must have taken a toll on his mind. But then he slowly walked around from behind Ororo, his hand wiping at his face at what I assumed was a nervous tick.

Ah, he’s not in shock. He’s mad.

“Am I ok? Am I ok?!” Everett tossed his hands up. “How can you even ask me that?! How am I supposed to be ok after a psychic vampire first killed a person in front of me, tried to kill me, tossed you through a wall, tried to kill you? AND THEN you were struck by lightning AND SURVIVED. You lied to me!”

“I did,” I said flatly. “I also told you that you needed to stay away from me. For your own safety.”

His jaw dropped and he wordlessly sputtered for a moment. “You told me to stay away?! IS THAT YOUR EXCUSE?!”

“I didn’t say I was going to excuse myself. Or even explain myself, because frankly, I don’t have enough fucks to give a rat’s ass about whether or not you or any other human will forgive me. I told you that I was going to fix the Earth, with or without the help of humans.”

Everett started pacing in place, clearly not wanting to believe anything I was saying. Despite what I just said, what his eyes just saw, he didn’t want to believe the truth. He didn’t want to go against his heart and recognize the reality right in front of him.

That I was the villain he had been hunting.

“Everett,” I started softly, “you need to face facts. I’m Mother Nature.”

He shook his head.

“I’m the one who caused that massive title wave.”

He closed his eyes.

“I’m the one that killed Secretary Ross.”

That snapped him out of it and he charged at me. I just let him as he grabbed me roughly on the shoulders and shook me. “You murderer!”

“It’s more complicated than that.” My appearance finally dropped and he could see me in my true form. Green hair, eternal face, and gold eyes that truly showed how old I was. Anyone could easily see the millennia in them, the tough decisions that had aged me without actually aging me, and the knowledge of seeing the world’s histories first hand.

Everett let go of me and took a step back. “What are you? Really?”

“The first-ever mutant. The Mother of Mutants if you will. Always changing and evolving over time.”

“What do you mean ‘changing and evolving’? Evolving how?”

I took a step back from him. “I was born over twenty thousand years ago. Do you really think humans looked like this all those years ago? Every time humans evolved, so did I. Forever tied to them. But also tied to the Earth. That is my top priority, above humans, above even myself.”

“That’s what you meant, by not letting people get close to you.”

“Yes. Because even if I fell in love, I need to watch out for the Earth first. Then there’s the whole out-living-them aspect as well.”

“Right,” he nodded absentmindedly. Everett then looked back at me and I could see the war in his eyes.  

“I know what you’re fighting.”

“Oh do you?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Ok, I deserved that sass. Look, I came here because aliens landed in New York. I can hear their ship leaving now which means I need to go to the Sanctum to find out why they were here.”

“The what?”

I sighed. “I need to talk to the Sorcerer Supreme. Once I do, I’ll know where to go next.”

“Shouldn’t we be happy they left?” But before I could respond, his phone went off. “Ross. Uh-huh. Oh. Yes, ma’am. I’ll be right there.”

I just stood there, ignoring Xavier’s and Storm’s eyes as they watched me. “Well?”

Everett bristled. “Not that it’s any of your business, but it was reported that Tony Stark is on that ship.”

“Damn. I need to get to the Sanctum now.” I walked over to the open window but stopped at the last minute to look at Everett. “Will you come with me?”

Everett stopped in his tracks. “What?”

I held out a hand to him. “Come with me. You may be able to get the answers you need as to why Stark left aboard the ship.”

He looked at my hand, not knowing how to respond. The war inside him was deeper than I thought, though I wasn’t entirely surprised by that. Everett had been falling in love with Juna and been hunting down Mother Nature. And while a small part of him knew the truth, he had been too deep into denial to get past the hurt. Which was fair.

I had tried my best to keep him at bay. He was probably wishing he had listened to me.

“Alright, I understand your hesitation. I wouldn’t trust me if I was in your shoes. But I will leave you with this: head to Wakanda. The royal family will no doubt be made aware of this situation.”

Everett narrowed his eyes at me. “How do you know about their country?”

“You mean besides being over thousands and thousands of years old? It’s where I took Klaue after taking him from you. I knew of each king as the years went by. Theirs is the only land I leave untouched.”

Everett shook his head. “I need to do whatever my boss needs of me.”

I licked my lips and nodded my head. “I understand, but I don’t believe this is over. Something big is coming, I can feel it. And not even I may be able to fight it.”

He looked at me but wouldn’t say anymore. So I turned away and let a lightning bolt carrying me off. I landed outside the Sanctum and dashed up the stairs, pounding on the door. Wong tossed it open.

“Well, I did not expect to see you so soon.”

“And I did not expect you to answer the New York Sanctum. Last I heard, you were in Hong Kong. I need to speak to the Ancient One.”

Wong’s eyes grew sad and he stepped aside. “Come in. There is much to catch you up on.”

Inside, the first thing I noticed was a huge hole in the middle of the stairs leading to the upper floors. “Uhhhh…..”

“It’s part of the story. The Time Stone has been taken.”

“Wait, what?! Since when would the Ancient One just hand that over.”

Wong closed the door behind me and moved around until he was standing in front of the stairs. “The Ancient One died a few years ago. A murder by Kaecilius when he tried to help Dormammu take over our dimension. Stephen Strange is the Sorcerer Supreme now.”

I sighed. “This is what I get for not staying up to current events. This happened with Wakanda.”

“You work on a different time scale then the rest of us. Time moves differently and certain things do not become as important.”

“The planet is important and your sect helps in ways that I can’t.”

Wong studied me as I moved towards the hole. “Do the Avengers know?”

“That I’ve worked with you guys in the past? Not unless Strange told them. If Strange even knew.” I looked into the hole. “What did the aliens want? Just the Time Stone? Seems odd.”

“They were working for Thanos, who is trying to collect all the stones.”

“Fuck. Any chance of getting a hold of the Living Tribunal?”

“Not without the Sorcerer Supreme.”

“Damn. Do we have an idea where the other stones are?”

Wong nodded his head. “One is in the android.”

“Vision,” I rolled my eyes. “I forgot about that. Alright, I’ll head to their compound. You coming with?”

“Can’t, the Sanctum would be unguarded. How will you get in? The Avengers don’t let just anyone waltz up to the door.”

I scoffed, “you forget I don’t need to use the front door. Not when their entire compound has open air. Good luck, Wong. I’ll be in touch if we find anything.”

“Good luck, to you as well, Mother Nature. I hope the next time we see each other it’s with good news.”

I looked up towards the large hole in the ceiling. “I hope so as well.”

And with a blinding flash of light, I left the Sanctum for the Avengers’ Compound.

Chapter 13

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Biggest Mistake Of Your Life

Characters: Jennifer Jareau x Reader, Derek Morgan, the rest of the team

Word Count: 1,474

Warnings: talk of cheating in relationships (think of ross and rachel season 3), angst, kidnapped

Summary: You and JJ are having the biggest fight of your relationsip, and while on a break, you go to your best friend and do something you can’t take back. What happens when she finds out what you did?

Fandom: Criminal Minds

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Yours and JJ's relationship has been on the rocks for a while now. You can't go one dinner without fighting about what you've been fighting about this entire time. You want kids, she doesn't—well, not now. There will always be a reason not to have kids—a new case, new enemy, someone dies, or someone moves on. JJ will always give a reason why having kids is a bad idea.

That's why you think now is a perfect time.

Yes, there will always be something to prevent you from expanding your family. However, there will be no more excuses once the baby comes because all you'll be thinking about is the baby. You love JJ, but a family is something you've always wanted. Being a mom is your dream job. You're 31, there is no better time.

The fighting got so bad that just three days ago, JJ was the one who suggested a break. Much like Ross and Rachel from Friends, you stormed out of there and to Derek who is your best friend. He's the one who got you your job in the first place. You were so emotional that night that... something happened. Something that shouldn't have never happened. You haven't told JJ what happened, and it's already been a month of secrets and lies. You two are still fighting, so it's clearly not the time to disclose your late night rendezvous. You fear you might push her over the edge if you told her what happened.

For right now, you're keeping your mouth shut.

You're not sure how much more of this you can take.

It's been three days, and no one has heard from you after you stopped by Derek's place to talk to him about what should happen after that night. After you left his place, you were kidnapped by a very angry unsub. The last few weeks have been very emotional for you which is why you didn't fight back as hard as you should have. This unsub is someone you previously put away. Ever since his release from prison, he's been dead set on getting revenge.

It's been three days, and JJ has been regretting what she said to you ever since she got the news.

"Please tell me we've found her,"JJ asks for the thousandth time.

"We're trying as hard as we can. Don't worry, we'll find her in time," Derek comforts her.

"He gave us a time limit. We're running out of time!"

"Why don't you take a walk. Clear your head," Hotch suggests.

"Yeah, okay," she whispers and leaves.

"You're never going to get away with this',” you groan in pain.

The unsub, Charles Maxley, has kept you sedated the entire time he's had you. He hasn't laid a finger on your head, hasn't harmed you, and has barely spoken to you. You don't know his endgame, but you know it's not you; otherwise, he would have killed you.

"Shut up," Charles sighs.

"Why did you kidnap me? You know my team is going to find me. We caught you once, we can do it again."

"I said shut up! We're keeping her until Emily gets here. Don't tell me what to do!" Charles hisses.

"Charles, what are you doing? Who are you talking to?"

"I'm not listening to you anymore. Go away."

Something must have happened to Charles in prison because he's seeing people or hearing voices that aren't there. His mind is making up the images of people he either knew or knows. There's a reason why he hasn't touched or hurt you—he doesn't really know you're there. The people he's seeing told him to kidnap you, and he couldn't resist. You're either in trouble or the safest person in the world.

"Baby girl, please tell me you have something," Derek asks.

"Maybe. A store clerk called the police ten minutes ago regarding someone that came into his store. The guy didn't buy anything, but the store clerk claimed he was talking to himself. The only thing he remembers hearing is Y/N's name."

"Do you think he took her?"

"We can't assume he did, but we can't ignore it either," Hotch determines. "Garcia, give me everything you have on Charles. Everything that he's been up to after and including in prison."

"Yes, sir."

You've been saving your energy to gather enough to escape. If you're calm and still, Charles will think you're sedated. According to your calculations, you've missed your last two doses. He knows to check on you every hour to make sure you're alive. In the hour he's gone, you've learned two things: One, wherever he's keeping you is by a convenient store since he's come back with items found in a gas station. Someone is bound to see you if you escape.

Two, Charles is really bad at tying a knot. You didn't notice it at first, but your binds are much looser than you realize. You finally see an opportunity to get the hell out of there. It's the top of the hour because Charles enters the room you're in. He always comes every hour on the hour. You make sure to keep yourself relaxed even though your heart is pounding a million beats a minute. He approaches your side to make sure you're still alive, and that's when you make your move.

His head is close to your leg, so you slam your knee into his jaw. The rope falls to the ground, and you scramble to untie the binds on your wrists. He yells out in pain and falls to the ground. You get up and rush to the door, but you underestimated the amount of pain Charles is in. He gets up and chases after you. He grabs your hair and yanks, throwing you to the ground. Your head slams against the concrete, and your vision goes blurry. JJ has always told you to get your hair cut for this exact reason.

"I really wish you hadn't done that,” Charles says just as you black out.

It didn't take the team long to find you when a pedestrian walking by the building heard you scream. It didn't take long for the police to get there either. Charles barely had time to punish you for what you did. However, you sustained some head injuries from where you fell, therefore needed to be hospitalized.

"Is she going to be okay?" JJ asks the doctor.

"Yes, but I'm worried about the baby. I'm keeping her overnight for observation to make sure she and the baby are going to be okay."

"Baby? She's pregnant?" JJ asks, her voice laced with disappointment and hurt.

"Yes."

"With who?" she grows angry.

"That, I can't answer. I'd have to have a paternity test given. I'm sorry," the doctor apologizes and leaves.

JJ angrily stalks into your room where the rest of the team are. They tense when they see her expression.

"What is it?" Derek asks as he lets go of your hand.

You're laying on your bed, completely out of it due to the medicine the doctors gave you.

"Y/N's pregnant. Did any of you know this?"

Rounds of "I didn't know", "what", and "oh my God" bounces off the agents except for Derek. He's unusually quiet. He didn't want JJ to find out about the pregnancy this way.

"Derek?" JJ asks when she notices her friend's silence.

"Yeah, I did know."

"Excuse me? Whose is it?"

"Mine," he whispers, but everyone heard.

"We'll be outside," Penelope announces, and every non-relevant agent leaves the room.

"If this is a joke, then it's not funny."

"I'm not laughing. Look, this isn't how we wanted you to find out, but it did happen."

"When?" she demands.

"After you two broke up."

"What the hell? We never broke up."

"Going on a break is technically breaking up."

"That's what she told you? That we were on a break? Bullshit."

"It was your suggestion," he sighs. "Look, what happened, happened. We can't change that. What we can do is be there for her."

"Fuck that! She cheated!" she shouts.

All the yelling and the pressure from how thick the tension is, is enough to wake you up.

"Why are you yelling?" you mutter tiredly.

"I can't fucking believe you! You went to Derek after our fight? You got pregnant with his baby? You'd do that to me?" she shouts before storming out of the room.

"JJ wait!" you try to yell, but it comes out raspy.

"Let her go. She needs space right now," Derek sighs.

"This isn't how I wanted things to go," you cry.

You were supposed to have kids on her terms. Instead, you took that from her when you fucked Derek.

What have you done? Most importantly, what are you going to do?

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[cinebration]

The Hyena (Ulysses Klaue x Reader) [Part 1]

Premise: You bring the notorious Ulysses Klaue a proposition on behalf of the CIA—and your own ambitions.

This fic takes place between Age of Ultron and Black Panther. Let me know if y’all want to be tagged and if y’all want more!

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Tagged: @illbegoinhome​​

Warnings: language

Gif Source: schreiberpablo

You were quiet. You hadn’t learned that in training, although it reinforced it. You simply understood at a young age that sitting still and remaining silent made you invisible to all but the most attentive. It afforded you one advantage other recruits from your graduating class years ago would have killed for: intel.

When people forgot you were there, they spoke freely.

You were all ears.

In the shithole bar, you sat in a corner, pretending to nurse a piss-poor beer. The bar, exclusively populated by scum, rumbled with the combined conversations of its patrons. The cacophony of deep-belly laughs and fuck-punctuated sentences assaulted your ears. You wanted to run from the place, disgusted by the sticky tables and mucky floors and the fucking heat. It was too fucking humid in the place. Your clothes stuck to you, the non-frizzed parts of your hair plastered to your skull and neck.

Two days hanging around in this dive. You were past the end of your patience.

“The crazy fucker is losing his shit,” one of the South Africans at the bar groused. “He’s tearing through everything to get more vibranium.”

You shifted your attention, fixing it on the speaker. Rail-thin, he sucked down a beer without coming up for air. A Glock stuck out from the holster on his hip.

“He should get it where he fucking found it,” his companion muttered.  “Maybe he’ll die in the process.”

You waved down the bartender, who all but scurried to your table, eager to please the only female patron of his bar in…forever. “Refill that man’s drink,” you said, handing him enough cash with a generous tip added. “On me.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Leaning back in your seat, you waited. The bartender plunked down a sweaty glass of beer I front of him, gesture in your direction.

The man glanced over. Suspicion lined his face. Rising, he strode over to you but remained standing.

You pulled a small wad of cash out of your pocket, just enough for him to see. “I’m looking for your boss.”

“I’m my own boss,” he snapped.

You made a show of looking him over. Shaking your head, you looked away. “Nevermind. I thought you were someone important.”

He glanced for the money you had secreted back into your pocket. “You gonna pay me?”

“That money’s for someone who can connect me to Klaue, but you said you don’t work for him, so no dice.”

“I can get you in touch.”

“I want a meet. Here.” You stared him directly in the eyes.

“Pay me and I will.”

Sighing heavily, you shook your head. “After you deliver.”

The man swore, shaking with anger, and stormed from the bar. The attention you had attracted by the interaction held for a moment. You let your gaze fall back to the table, remaining as unaffected as possible by the hard, suspicious gazes of twenty men burning your skin.

You waited an hour. The moment your watch showed sixty minutes had passed, you decided the man wasn’t going to show. You stood to leave.

Loud music pulsed outside the bar, drawing near. It cut out suddenly as a car engine died.

You sat back down, carefully reassuming your bored disinterest.

Ulysses Klaue barreled through the door, followed by two of his men and the skinny one you had talked to. You pulled out the cash immediately and tossed it in the man’s direction. Snatching it up greedily, he hastened from the room.

Klaue fixed his blue-gray eyes on you. The intensity of his gaze swept away your reason for the space between seconds. He was a force of nature, filling up the room despite only being 5’8”.

He barked a laugh. “When Lewis said it was a woman, I thought he was lying.”

To your surprise, his eyes didn’t rake down your body, instead fixed on your face. Beneath the boisterous, unstable exterior, he was lucidly astute. Your research had stated that, but looking into his eyes confirmed it.

“Are you the man in charge?” he asked, humor in his voice.

“Very much so,” you answered dryly. “But I do work for an organization.”

“What’s that?”

“The CIA.”

The whole bar went silent. Klaue licked his lips, eyebrows arching.

The operation was yours, though Agent Everett Ross had taken a vested interest. When you had told him you were going to lay out all your cards on the table at first contact, he had clocked you as nuts.

“Pretty bold claim coming from such a little lady,” Klaue growled. “You have to be telling the truth to say that here.”

You gestured at the chair across from you. Klaue glanced at it but didn’t sit.

“I know you’re a talker,” you said, feeling the silence stretch too long.

“I don’t deal with the CIA directly.”

“Adaptation is part of survival, Mr. Klaue.”

“Mister?” He chuckled. “How about this? You tell me something I don’t know, and I’ll hear you out.”

You paused. The arms dealer had several connections across just as many intelligence bureaus. You weren’t that high-ranking of an agent. Using him was your ticket to a promotion, but you weren’t going to tell him that.

Looking at his mischievous expression, you gambled. “Female hyenas have pseudo penises.”

Silence.

Klaue burst into wheezing laughter. Breathing an internal sigh of relief, you waited. Tears blurred his eyes by the time he regained his composure.

You kicked out the chair across from you. Klaue’s lips peeled back from his teeth in a feral smile, eyes glimmering. Spinning it around, he settled into the chair, his forearm propped along the back of it. Your eyes dropped for a moment to the scorpion tattoo riding the muscles of his arm.

“Chat me up, then,” he said.

Schooling yourself to keep from betraying your nervous excitement. “I want to make a deal.”

“Better make it worth my while.”

“How would you like to be bigger than Victor Bout?”

The name arrested his attention. His smile widened, gold teeth flashing, but the humor was missing. “The Merchant of Death?”

“I can position you as the most notorious illegal arms dealer in the world.”

Klaue leaned forward, scrutinizing your face. You maintained eye contact, forced yourself to. The man’s gaze burned through you.

“In exchange,” you continued carefully, “you will provide information about, and sometimes actions against, Walter Dietrich.”

His smile fell, his face suddenly stony. Leaping from his chair, he shouted, “Everybody out!”

The men in the bar immediately vacated, chugging down their drinks as they left. Klaue’s two men stayed behind.

“I said out!”

They scurried away.

Turning back to you, Klaue stared down at you, his hand twitching near the Beretta strapped to his powerful thigh. “Are you asking to get yourself killed?”

Walter Dietrich was the most powerful man in the arms dealing game since Tony Stark had turned his attention to other ventures. Practically untouchable, the Austrian frequented high-class circles, glad-handing politicians and the elite alike. Going after him was career suicide—followed by real death.

Which is why you hadn’t told Ross that bit of the plan.

“Dietrich is a piece on the board that needs to be removed,” you explained, your voice level. “Once I remove him, our partnership would cease. You’ll be free to take his position.”

“You’re absolutely fucking mad,” he growled.

You shrugged.

Barking out a laugh, he dragged the chair over to your side, plopped down so his face was mere inches from yours. Hot breath rolled over your sweaty face.

“Why should I do this?” His voice practically rumbled in your chest this close. “I have more money than I know what to do with.”

“Yeah, but you don’t want to retire. Besides,” you said, taking another gamble, “Dietrich could never touch you because of the vibranium. Now that that’s gone…”

His gaze sharpened, the muscle in his square jaw twitching hard enough to be visible beneath his beard. Fear spiked through you.

“Tell me more about hyenas.”

The man could give you whiplash with the bouncing nature of his thoughts. You grasped for trivia. “The only other thing I know is that the female hyenas are dominant over the males.”

“Really?”

“Seems to me they’re the ones with the real balls,” you muttered. His eyes bored into yours, amusement and something dangerous swirling in them.

You stood, his proximity and palpable body heat suddenly too much. “You have twelve hours to give me your decision. I take off after that.”

You strode around him, his gaze following you to the door.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

Pausing, you turned and flashed a razor-sharp smile. “You can call me…Agent Hyena.”

You could feel his feral grin through the door.