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What The Fire Withheld p2

Bob Reynolds x Fem!Witch!Reader, Thunderbolts* x Fem!Reader

Recovery isn’t cinematic.

It’s quiet. It’s the beep of monitors and the soft swish of antiseptic. It’s bruises that don’t bloom right away and nightmares that don’t let go.

I stay in the med bay for ten days. No missions. No suits. No magic.

Just me, stitched up and motionless.

But I’m never alone.

-Recovery Days

Bucky’s the one who checks my vitals before the nurses even get a chance. Always early. Always silent.

“Pain level?” he asks one morning, folding a blanket at the edge of the bed.

“Somewhere between getting hit by a bus and falling off the Empire State Building,” I rasp.

He nods. “So… Tuesday.”

His lips twitch. The closest thing I’ve seen to a smile on him yet.

Yelena brings me TikTok videos at night.

“They’re stupid,” she says, handing over her phone. “But they make your face less grumpy.”

She doesn’t say the word sister again, but every time she makes me laugh, she sits a little closer.

John installs a mini fridge beside my bed.

“For your snacks,” he mutters, almost embarrassed. “Figured you’d want your little kombucha or whatever.”

He stocked it with six bottles of root beer and a tray of lasagna. I say nothing. He changes the subject immediately.

Ava comes and goes.

She doesn’t say much. But she always leaves something behind — a book, a playlist, an old hoodie with the sleeves cut off. She lingers in doorways like she’s scared I’ll vanish if she walks away too fast.

And Bob?

Bob stays.

Every day. Every night.

He brings me herbal tea he somehow doesn’t burn. He adjusts the pillows without being asked. He sits beside my bed with a sketchbook in his lap, never drawing anything, just… being near.

Sometimes, he talks. Sometimes, he doesn’t. But his presence hums against my skin like quiet thunder.

The silence with him doesn’t hurt. It heals.

———

I’m cleared to walk after two weeks.

Bob walks with me.

We go to the rooftop garden Yelena built out of old S.H.I.E.L.D. scrap — vines wrapped around rusted trellises, tomato plants in ammo crates, lavender growing from an old helmet.

I lean heavily on the railing. My ribs still ache. I still can’t take a full breath.

Bob stands beside me, close but careful.

“It’s peaceful here,” he murmurs.

“Don’t get used to it. I’ll start lighting things on fire again soon.”

His mouth curves, slow and shy. “I missed your fire.”

We don’t talk about what happened. Not yet. But when his fingers brush mine, we don’t pull away.

———

Thunderbolts Tower – 03:11 AM

The med bay is empty. The halls are dark. Everyone’s asleep.

Except me.

I’m in the training bay, standing in front of the reinforced wall. It looms like a challenge. I’m wrapped in tight compression bandages under my tank top. My left side still aches if I breathe too deep.

But I can move.

I need to move.

My powers haven’t fully returned. My muscles scream after ten minutes. But I have to try.

I blast the wall.

The light flickers. Pain slices through my chest. I fall to one knee. My hands tremble.

Not enough.

I try again.

⸻

I don’t hear them until it’s too late.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Bob’s voice. Sharp. Panicked.

The lights slam on.

He’s not alone. Bucky’s with him. Ava steps into the room a second later, already fuming. Yelena looks like she just woke up — and is ready to kill me.

“I was training,” I snap. “I’m fine.”

“You’re bleeding,” Bob says, voice low and shaking. “You’re not fine.”

I look down. Red stains my side. The bandages split.

“I needed to see if I still had it,” I breathe. “If I can still fight.”

“And what, kill yourself doing it?” John walks in last, arms crossed, eyes narrowed. “You should be resting. Healing.”

“I am healed!”

“No,” Bucky says. “You’re not. Not enough. And you damn well know it.”

Ava steps forward. “You think we went through all that just to lose you now?” Ava snaps. “You think he—” she points at Bob, voice rising, “hasn’t been blaming himself every second for not protecting you?”

Everyone’s talking at once.

I can’t hear my own thoughts.

It’s pressing against my ribs — this heat, this panic, this swelling, hopeless thing inside me that I’ve been pushing down since the explosion—

“STOP!”

My voice cracks the air like a whip.

Everyone freezes.

I’m breathing hard, dizzy, chest burning.

“You don’t get it,” I hiss. “None of you do.”

They stay silent.

“You keep saying I need rest. You keep telling me I’m not ready.” I take a step forward. My knees almost buckle. “But what if I never am?”

No one moves.

My fingers twitch. No glow. No warmth. Just trembling flesh.

“I can’t conjure a spark. I can’t fly. I can barely walk down the hall without someone holding my arm like I’m made of glass!”

“Y/N…” Bob’s voice is soft, broken.

I keep going.

“Do you know how that feels?” My voice breaks. “To be the weapon — the one who’s supposed to save everyone — and then suddenly you’re just a broken girl bleeding on the floor while everyone else has to pick up the pieces?”

They don’t speak.

“I’m useless,” I spit. “A liability. A goddamn burden.”

“You’re not—” Yelena starts.

“I am. Every time I breathe wrong someone’s there with a wheelchair or a painkiller or a look like I’m going to drop dead. And maybe I will. Because maybe this is it. Maybe this is all I get now.”

The silence crushes.

And then I break.

“I don’t know who I am without my powers,” I whisper. “And I don’t think I want to find out.”

I drop to the floor — not all at once, but slow, like my body just gives up. My knees hit the mat. My hands tremble against the floor.

I’m crying.

Hot, quiet, unstoppable tears.

I haven’t cried like this since the first time my magic spiraled out of control as a kid. When I burned a hole through a stone wall just to stop feeling so small.

Now I just feel… empty.

Footsteps.

Bob kneels beside me first. Doesn’t say a word. Just lowers himself slowly until he’s level with me.

He doesn’t try to fix it.

He doesn’t tell me I’m wrong.

He just reaches out and holds my hand in both of his — gently, reverently — like it’s the only thing keeping him from flying apart.

His voice is a whisper, a prayer:

“You’re not a burden. You’re you. That’s what matters.”

Yelena drops down next. She leans against my shoulder. Quiet. Close.

Ava walks over and sinks to her knees too, rubbing her thumb over my back like she’s grounding me.

Even John just stands there, jaw tight, arms crossed — like he wants to say something but knows better than to ruin this moment.

Bucky watches. And then, after a long beat, nods once and steps out. Not to leave — just to give space. To let me breathe.

Bob’s hand squeezes mine.

“I’ll wait,” he says softly. “For your magic. For your strength. For you. I’ll wait as long as it takes.”

-6:00AM

The sunlight barely filters through the heavy curtains.

It’s the soft kind of morning — muffled, golden, too still to be real. My chest hurts when I breathe, but not from pain this time.

From the weight of last night.

The breakdown. The blood. The way I collapsed in front of all of them — in front of him.

My room smells like lavender and old pages. Someone must’ve put a tea cup on my nightstand. It’s cold now. There’s a folded blanket at the edge of the bed. My boots have been moved from the door.

I’m not sure if I feel safe, or exposed.

Then I hear it.

A chair creaking. Quiet movement.

I sit up slowly — and there he is.

Bob Reynolds, seated in the armchair across from me. Same clothes from last night. Hair a mess. Hands folded together so tightly I wonder if his knuckles might crack.

He’s been there a while.

Watching. Waiting.

“…Hey,” I say, voice hoarse.

“Hey.”

His tone is rough. Low. Not cold — but not light, either.

He stands.

“I need to talk to you,” he says. “Now. No running. No excuses. Please.”

I blink. “Okay.”

He walks toward the bed but stops a few feet away, like he’s afraid getting too close might break something.

“I meant what I said,” he begins. “Last night. Every word.”

I try to keep still, but my fingers twitch against the sheets.

“You’re not a burden,” he says. “Not to me. Not to anyone. You don’t need your powers to be worth something.”

I look away. My throat burns.

He keeps going.

“You think you’re broken because you can’t do magic. But you know what I saw?”

He takes another step closer.

“I saw someone crawl out of fire and keep going. I saw someone care more about the rest of us than her own body. I saw someone brave enough to tell the truth — even when it hurt.”

Another step.

“You’re not broken. You’re human. And I—”

His voice breaks.

He stops. Breathes in. Breathes out.

“—I care about you more than I’ve ever had the guts to say.”

Silence.

Not awkward. Not heavy.

Just full. Like the seconds themselves are holding their breath.

I look at him.

Really look.

And it hits me — how long he’s been holding this in. How hard it is for someone like him to admit something like this. How terrified he looks.

He laughs under his breath, soft and self-conscious.

“You don’t have to say anything. I just… I had to tell you. Because if I didn’t…”

He trails off. Shrugs helplessly.

I whisper, “I don’t want you to stop.”

He freezes.

“You said you’d wait,” I say, eyes meeting his. “For me. For my powers. For… everything.”

“I will.”

“I don’t want you to wait anymore.”

The room stills.

He steps closer.

Close enough that I can feel his warmth — not Sentry heat, not celestial glow — just him. Just Bob.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks.

The question lands between us like thunder in a quiet field.

And I whisper: “Yes.”

⸻

He leans in — slow, reverent — like this is the part he was never sure he deserved. Like he’s asking with every inch of his soul.

And when our lips meet—

—magic sparks.

Tiny threads of violet energy flicker from my fingertips — weightless, harmless, like lightning catching the morning sun. They crackle gently across his jaw, dance in his hair, kiss his cheek.

He doesn’t pull away.

He smiles against my mouth, lips brushing mine.

“I think you’re getting your fire back,” he murmurs.

I let out a breathless laugh, barely holding it together.

“Not all of it,” I whisper.

He kisses me again.

“No,” he says softly. “Just the parts that matter.”

“You won’t tell anyone, right?”

Bob is sitting at the edge of the bed, still flushed from the kiss. One arm slung over his knee. His hand, warm and callused, rests over mine.

His eyes soften. “Not if you don’t want me to.”

I nod once. “I just… I need to be sure. That it’s real. Not a glitch.”

He watches me for a moment. Then nods too. “Okay. Just us.”

– 6:42 AM

The others are suiting up for a quick mission in Belgium — artifact containment or something. I’m still benched, technically. Bucky gave me the look this morning. John grunted “rest up” with his usual stubborn gruffness. Ava gave me an awkward fist bump that might’ve been affection.

Yelena just smirked and threatened to bring me back a cursed snow globe.

I’m still in a hoodie. My limp is almost gone.

Bob is the last to leave.

He leans in at the doorframe, face shadowed by the gray morning light. “We’ll be back in a few hours. Stay off your feet.”

I grin. “No promises.”

He tilts his head. “Y/N—”

Then he steps forward, leans down, and kisses me. Not like before — not hesitant. Confident. Warm. Real.

It lasts only a moment, but the taste of him lingers.

When he pulls back, his forehead rests against mine.

“You’ll be okay,” he murmurs.

“Go before the others get suspicious.”

He smiles. “I don’t care if they know.”

“But I do,” I whisper. “For now.”

Bob nods. Squeezes my hand once. And then he’s gone.

LATER – THUNDERBOLTS TOWER – 11:17 AM

The moment the tower goes quiet, I go to the training bay.

The place where it all fell apart.

I roll my sleeves up. Sit on the padded floor. My hand hovers in front of me, palm open, fingers curled. Waiting.

Come on, I think. Just a spark.

Nothing.

I clench my jaw, try again.

Still nothing.

I slam my palm down against the mat. “Dammit—”

It wasn’t real. That kiss. That spark. Just another glitch. A last gasp of a dying power.

I feel the heat rise behind my eyes, throat burning. My chest aches. My ribs — still bruised, maybe cracked — creak with the pressure of my own anger.

Then I hear Bob’s voice in my head.

“You’re not broken. You’re human.”

I suck in a breath.

Okay.

One more try.

But this time — I let it all go. The fear. The pressure. The rage.

I close my eyes.

No expectations.

No pain.

Just… breath.

One beat.

Two.

Three—

Then, warmth.

A tiny flicker behind my sternum. Like someone lighting a match in my chest. My fingers tingle. My eyes snap open — and there it is.

A violet wisp.

Dancing like smoke over my palm.

I gasp.

It vanishes.

But it was real.

My lips part. My chest swells.

I try again.

More focused this time. Slow. Deliberate.

And the light returns.

Flickering. Glowing.

Alive.

LATER – 5:44 PM

I’ve been in the med bay for hours.

No one’s here to stop me.

I’m careful. Focused. I direct my magic — the little I can call — toward my ribs. The worst of the damage. The spell is slow. The pain is unreal. I nearly scream twice.

My nose bleeds by hour two.

But when I check the monitor… my ribs have realigned. The fractures are sealing.

By hour five — I can stand without pain.

My wrists, still weak, begin to flex again.

I cry once. Quietly. It’s not the pain.

It’s the relief.

⸻

THAT NIGHT – 6:51 PM

I’m in the kitchen when the jet door hisses open upstairs.

I’m covered in flour and bits of chopped garlic. Bob’s hoodie hangs off one shoulder. There’s a pan sizzling on the stove.

Yelena’s voice echoes down the hall: “Is that butter?!”

“Dinner?” John’s gruff voice follows. “Wait, who—”

Then footsteps thunder down the stairs.

Yelena rounds the corner first, goggles still on, bruised but alive. She skids to a stop, sees me, and her mouth falls open.

Ava’s right behind her, and she drops her duffel bag mid-step.

Bucky trails in next. Freezes.

“Hi,” I say, casually flipping the pan. “You guys like lemon butter chicken, right?”

Yelena is the first to speak.

“You’re standing,” she says again, breath catching. Her sharp voice is softer now, edged with disbelief.

“Yeah,” I reply, turning from the stove to face them all. “I healed. A little. Enough.”

My hand lifts, fingers trailing upward — and with it, the air shimmers violet. Light curls upward in a faint spiral, delicate and alive.

Ava stares at it like it’s some rare animal, silent but fascinated. Bob hasn’t moved from the doorway, his eyes glued to me like he doesn’t trust what he’s seeing. His lips part, but he doesn’t say a word.

John’s already halfway to the island counter. “Wait, you said lemon butter chicken?” he asks.

He says it like a man returning from war.

He grabs a plate and starts loading food before anyone responds.

And then the shouting begins.

“Are you out of your mind?” Bucky’s voice slices through the room. Sharp. Low. Terrified.

He’s standing behind a chair, fingers gripping the top like he’s trying not to punch something. Or someone.

“You were supposed to be resting,” he growls. “That’s what the medics said. What I said.”

I stare at him, stunned. “I’m fine, Bucky—”

“No, you’re not!” His voice cracks. “You pushed yourself. Again. And for what? To make dinner? To prove you’re still strong?”

I blink at him. “That’s not fair.”

He laughs—dry and bitter. “Yeah? Well, neither is almost losing you.”

“Bucky,” Bob warns quietly, but Bucky ignores him.

“You could’ve torn something open again. You could’ve made it worse. You think you’re hiding it, but your hands are shaking.”

They are.

And I hate that he’s right.

“I just—” I start, but Ava cuts in.

“I think it’s amazing,” she says suddenly. All heads turn. She’s leaning against the counter, arms folded, expression unreadable but firm. “You came back from the brink. You did something impossible. You should be proud.”

“Pride gets you killed,” Bucky snaps.

“I didn’t do it for pride,” I say, louder this time. “I did it because I had to.Because I couldn’t just lie there and rot while you were all out risking your lives again.”

Yelena steps closer, eyes narrowed. “And what if you hadn’t been ready?”

“I was.”

“No, you were lucky,” Bucky bites.

Yelena’s jaw tightens, but she doesn’t say anything else. Bob shifts his weight behind them all, still silent. Watching.

John, still chewing, finally looks up. “Okay, okay,” he says with a fork in his mouth. “So she nearly blew a lung out healing herself. But this is reallygood chicken. Just sayin’.”

Everyone pauses.

I blink.

Bob exhales a stunned laugh. Ava snorts.

John points at me with his fork. “You do the food. You do the magic. You’re like the team’s Swiss Army knife. And if you’re standing, breathing, and cooking lemon chicken, I say that’s a win.”

“John,” Bucky says sharply, but Bob finally speaks.

“She could’ve died, man.”

John nods. “Yeah. And if she hadn’t tried, she might’ve stayed broken.”

The table falls quiet.

I take a slow breath, pressing my hand to the counter to keep myself grounded. The magic inside me hums like a tuning fork — subtle but steady.

Ava moves to my side and quietly hands me a glass of water. Her hand lingers on my shoulder for a moment. “You don’t have to defend yourself. Let them feel how they feel.”

I nod.

Then I turn to Bucky. “You’re scared.”

He looks like I slapped him.

“Don’t,” he mutters.

“You are. And I get it. But I’m scared too. I didn’t do this to spite you.”

“No, you did it to protect us,” he snaps. “Which is exactly the kind of thing Nat used to do.”

The room goes quiet.

Yelena’s head jerks up. Her breath hitches.

“Don’t bring her into this,” she says, voice thin and sharp.

“I didn’t mean—” Bucky starts.

“She’s not your ghost to invoke.”

“I wasn’t—”

“I said don’t.”

Yelena turns away, arms tight across her chest.

“I’m hopeless,” I yell suddenly, and it slams the room into silence.

Everyone turns.

“I’m supposed to be the most powerful witch in the multiverse. That’s what they say, right? ‘Unstoppable.’ ‘Legendary.’ But for weeks, I’ve barely been able to breathe without help. I can’t conjure fire. I can’t shield. I can’t even float a damn spoon without thinking I’m going to black out.”

My voice is shaking.

“I sit in the med bay like a ghost of who I used to be. And every time someone walks past me, I see it in their face — pity. Fear. Grief. Like I’m already gone.”

I look at Bucky.

“At least when I tried, I felt like me again. For a second. I wasn’t the broken girl in bed. I was someone with purpose.”

Tears sting my eyes.

“Do you have any idea what that’s like?”

Bucky looks like he’s been sucker punched.

Bob takes a step toward me, but I hold up a hand — violet sparks trailing.

“I’m not done.”

I turn to the others.

“I’m not asking you to cheer. Or forgive me. I’m just asking you to let me try. Because if I can’t be who I was… then I need to find out who I am now.”

No one says anything for a long moment.

Then Bob finally speaks.

“She’s right.”

He walks toward me, slow and steady.

“She fought for something that mattered. Even if it hurt. And yeah, I hated it. I still do. But I also watched her burn through pain to come back to us.”

He stands beside me now.

“And if that’s not strength, I don’t know what is.”

John raises a fork again. “Preach. Also, this is probably your best lemon butter yet.”

Everyone groans at once.

Even Bucky lets out a huff of disbelief and sits down, rubbing his face.

Yelena steps toward me. Her eyes are glassy but sharp.

“Next time you want to almost die, warn me first.”

I nod. “Deal.”

Next Morning, 8:03 AM — Kitchen, Thunderbolts Tower

The sun cuts long, golden lines across the worn tile of the kitchen floor. Ava’s already in the corner with a protein bar in one hand and her phone in the other, watching something on TikTok with her earbuds in. Bucky leans against the counter, arms crossed, unreadable as always. John is halfway through a tub of leftover lemon butter chicken, fork dangling from his mouth.

Yelena throws a slice of burnt toast at him. “You’re disgusting.”

He shrugs. “It’s protein. And delicious.”

I shuffle in, stiff from sleep and stiff from pain. My ribs ache — not as much as before, but enough. My hands twitch as I pour coffee into a chipped mug. I keep one hand slightly curled, feeling the faintest crackle of something when my fingers brush the ceramic handle.

Bob’s already sitting at the far end of the table. Quiet. Watching me when he thinks I’m not looking. His hair’s a little messy. His hoodie looks soft. When our eyes meet, he doesn’t look away — not fast enough.

“Morning,” he says, softly. The word barely travels.

“Morning,” I reply, more breath than voice.

Bucky’s still watching me, eyes narrowing. Yelena says nothing, but her smile is tight.

Val stomps in moments later in full tactical gear and heels. “Good news, degenerates. You’re all going back to school.”

“What?” John grunts through a mouthful of chicken.

“You’ve all been reassigned to a field readiness evaluation. Mandatory. Today.”

She tosses a stack of folders on the table. Each one has our names.

“Even me?” I ask.

She doesn’t blink. “Especially you.”

⸻

11:14 AM — Government Training Grounds, Upstate

The air smells like metal and dust. Pine needles crack under boots. Above us, clouds threaten but don’t deliver. The facility is sprawling — an obstacle course designed for fear, for speed, for survival. Cameras are already stationed at every angle.

The DOD liaison steps out of a control tower. He’s all pressed uniform, emotionless delivery.

“This is not a punishment,” he lies. “We just need to ensure every one of you is fully operational before redeployment.”

Ava stretches her neck and pulls her hood up. Yelena rolls her shoulders. Bucky mutters something about how this is a waste of time.

I stay quiet. My fingers twitch again.

Bob walks past me and gently touches my arm. Just for a second. “You okay?”

I nod.

“You sure?”

No. “Yeah.”

⸻

12:37 PM — Phase One Begins

Each of us is sent into different sections of the course, then rotated. Stealth, endurance, combat, containment, extraction.

Ava clears her section without a word, phasing through a collapsing wall with a bored look on her face. Bucky punches a drone so hard it short-circuits in midair. John flirts with the field medic while pretending not to try.

Bob is… steady. Focused. Strong but gentle.

Yelena’s a shadow. Her blades flash in the light once. Twice. She doesn’t miss a step.

Me? I hesitate.

I can move. Fight. Think. But my magic—it’s there and not there. Sparks in my fingertips. Then vanishes. I make it through two sections on muscle memory and pain tolerance alone. But it’s not enough. I know it. They know it.

The official writes something down on a clipboard.

⸻

3:19 PM — Phase Four: Simulated Hostage Crisis

We’re back in formation when it happens.

There’s a fake structure. Looks like a warehouse. The DOD rep orders Bob to take the lead with John and Bucky. Ava’s already phased inside. Yelena hangs back with me. I’m not assigned this part.

“You sure you’re okay?” she asks, quietly.

“I’m fine.”

She doesn’t believe me. That makes two of us.

Then the building explodes.

⸻

3:26 PM — Impact

It’s not real.

It’s a simulation.

We all know that.

But Bob was in there. And when the smoke clears, his comm is silent.

I feel it before I understand it. Like a thunderclap in my chest. Like the first scream I had no breath for when I thought I was dying. My ears ring. My body goes cold.

He’s not answering.

No one’s moving fast enough.

I scream his name — “BOB!”

And everything inside me breaks.

The world slows.

I feel my ribcage tighten, my lungs expand, every cell in my body flooding with magic. Real magic. Not the flickers I’ve been hiding.

I raise my arms and it tears out of me.

A shockwave of pure violet light explodes from my chest — fire without flame, electricity without heat. The ground splits. The sky bends. Static crackles up my arms, lifting me into the air by a few inches. My hair whips around my face. My eyes sting.

And then I throw both hands toward the wreckage.

Steel bends. Beams twist. Concrete crumbles in reverse — until I carve a path through it.

I see him.

Bob.

Unconscious. Covered in smoke and dust. But alive.

I drop to my knees beside him, shaking.

“Bob—” My voice cracks. “Bob, wake up—please.”

His eyes flutter. He coughs. And when he looks at me, the first thing he says is:

“You’re glowing.”

⸻

5:04 PM — Debriefing Tent

The air is tense. Silent. Everyone saw what happened.

The DOD official adjusts his clipboard and looks at me like I’m a bomb he didn’t authorize.

“She’s not cleared,” he says flatly. “Not yet. But… she will be.”

Yelena lets out a long, low whistle. “You think?”

Ava gives me a look. Proud. But worried.

John shrugs, digging into a new tray of lemon chicken. “That was sick,” he mutters. “Just sayin’.”

Bucky stands across the tent, arms folded.

“You ever do that again,” he says, voice quiet but firm, “and don’t tell someone you’re not okay, I’m dragging you off the field myself.”

I can’t respond. I’m still vibrating from the power.

Bob sits beside me, his hand ghosting near mine but not touching. He doesn’t have to. I feel him there — solid, safe, and looking at me like I’m something he can’t believe came back to him.

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lumillsie · 1 month ago

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ marvel masterlist. ੈ✩‧₊˚

╰┈➤ avengers : tony stark, james rhodes (rhodey), bruce banner (norton), bruce banner (ruffalo), natasha romanoff, thor odinson, steve rogers, clint barton, sam wilson, wanda maximoff, pietro maximoff, vision, scott lang, hope van dyne, stephen strange, peter parker (maguire), peter parker (garfield), peter parker (holland), shuri, carol danvers, shang chi, monica rambeau, joaquin torres, kate bishop, kamala khan (platonic),

╰┈➤ pre-mcu spiderman : norman osborn, otto octavius, harry osborn (franco), harry osborn (dehaan), dr curt connors, gwen stacey (stone)

╰┈➤ the defenders (+supporting) : matt murdock, jessica jones, luke cage, danny rand, frank castle, karen page, elektra natchios

╰┈➤ thunderbolts : james buchanan barnes (bucky), john walker, ava starr, bob reynolds, yelena belova

╰┈➤ antagonists : emil blonsky (abomination), loki laufeyson, baron zemo, kaecilius, hela odinsdottir, erik killmonger, proxima midnight, yon-rogg, quentin beck (mysterio), gorr, valentina allegra de fontaine, agatha harkness, maya lopez, rio vidal

╰┈➤ s.h.i.e.l.d : nick fury, maria hill

╰┈➤ loki : loki laufeyson (loki series variant), sylvie laufeysdottir, mobius,

╰┈➤ eternals : ikaris, sersi, thena, druig, ajak, kingo, phastos, gilgamesh, makkari, dane whitman

╰┈➤ moon knight : marc spector (/steven grant), layla el-faouly, arthur harrow

╰┈➤ guardians of the galaxy : gamora, nebula

╰┈➤ asgardians : lady sif, valkyrie, heimdall

╰┈➤ supporting characters : pepper potts, elizabeth ross, jane foster, darcy lewis, peggy carter, howard stark, sharon carter, jimmy woo, christine palmer, may parker, michelle jones, okoye, m'baku, melina vostokoff, xialing, katy, henry lopez, jennifer kale, lilli calderu

NOTE : I still haven't seen all the movies and shows in the marvel universe and I'm currently on my rewatch. this list is subject to changes as I progress. the categories aren't strict, they're mainly so that I have an easier time navigating whom I added and whom I haven't. as always, characters in red are the ones I'm most looking forward to writing about.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ tony stark. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ james rhodes (rhodey). ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ bruce banner (norton). ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ bruce banner (ruffalo). ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ natasha romanoff. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ thor odinson. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ steve rogers. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ clint barton. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ sam wilson. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ wanda maximoff. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ pietro maximoff. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ vision. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ scott lang. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ hope van dyne. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ stephen strange. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ peter parker (maguire). ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ peter parker (garfield). ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ peter parker (holland). ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ shuri. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ carol danvers. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ shang chi. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ monica rambeau. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ joaquin torres. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ kate bishop. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ kamala khan (platonic). ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ norman osborn. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ otto octavius. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ harry osborn (franco). ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ harry osborn (deehan). ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ dr curt connors. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ gwen stacey (stone). ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ matt murdock. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ jessica jones. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ luke cage. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ danny rand. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ frank castle. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ karen page. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ elektra natchios. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ james buchanan barnes. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ john walker. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ava starr. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ bob reynolds. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ yelena belova. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ emil blonsky (abomination). ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ loki laufeyson. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ hela odinsdottir. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ erik killmonger. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ proxima midnight. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ yon-rogg. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ quentin beck (mysterio). ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ gorr. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ valentina allegra de fontaine. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ agatha harkness. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ maya lopez. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ rio vidal. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ nick fury. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ maria hill. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ loki laufeyson (loki series variant). ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ sylvie laufeysdottir. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ mobius. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ikaris. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ sersi. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ thena. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ druig. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ajak. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ kingo. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ phastos. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ gilgamesh. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ dane whitman. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ marc spector (/stephen grant). ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ layla el-faouly. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ arthur harrow. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ gamora. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ nebula. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ lady sif. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ valkyrie. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ heimdall. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ pepper potts. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ elizabeth ross. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ jane foster. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ darcy lewis. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ peggy carter. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ howard stark. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ sharon carter. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ jimmy woo. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ christine palmer. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ may parker. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ michelle jones. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ okoye. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ m'baku. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ melina vostokoff. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ xialing. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ katy. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ henry lopez. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ jennifer kale. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ lilli calderu. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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