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[pine-needle1144]

Lab Beakers, Vines, and Vibranium

Temporary spot for this Marvel, Non-Canon, multi-chapter fic. If you know me in real life--no you don't. I'll deny it to the grave. No one will believe you.

Anyways.

Multi-chapter fic being posted with both an OC and as an X Reader, whatever floats your boat.

MCU Bruce Banner x OC x Steve Rogers

My poor excuse of a Summary: Bruce Banner and Tony's cousin are playing God with biological exploration at the Stark Tower. What could possibly go wrong. (Steve Rogers doesn't come into play until later so please hold on for his debut). Oh no, I hope no one falls in love with each other and creates drama. I sure hope individual trauma and miscommunications aren't afoot. I sure hope no random threats appear and make things chaotic. That would be sooo crazy.

Warnings: None yet (If you know me--which you don't--and I'm your boss, you're obligated to skip the smut chapters. I don't wanna hear no ifs ands or buts about it.)

                                            Chapter One

Out of all the places in the world–Alaska never seemed to be on the list of possible hiding places in Tony’s eyes. He even made Natasha triple-check her sources before he finally decided to get on a plane. Nothing could’ve prepared him for the horrendous flight he endured. Between the screaming baby and being stuck in one position for hours on end with his legs cramped up–and including a late take off–Bruce better say yes or he’ll have another thing coming. 

Tony exited the cab, patting his pockets to make sure he had everything before closing the door behind him. His sunglasses hung over the collar of his sweater, proving useless here. Pepper had told him about the roughly two months of darkness Alaska experienced per year, but he didn’t think it’d be essentially nightfall in the middle of the day. He tapped his phone screen to see the time, just to be sure. Damn, Bruce really knows how to pick his spots.

Without wasting any more time, he began walking toward a small white clinic across the street from where the cab left him. It was small and sleek, practically slapped in the middle of nowhere. This town in general was practically smacked in the middle of nowhere. Easily overlooked if you weren’t a local. 

Tony fished around his back pocket until he felt the plastic of his ID card, yanking it out and unwrapping the lanyard he had twisted around the badge. He tossed the badge on, letting it fall to sit directly midway on his chest just as he reached the front of the building. Tony halted in front of the glass doors, poorly attempting to check himself in the reflection before hitting the buzzer. 

It smelled just like any doctor's office would as he swung the door open. The scent of Purell and Clorox burned his nose and throat for a moment as he took a breath, the feeling quickly dissipating. 

The waiting room was almost eerily empty as he approached the front desk, looking around one last time before settling his hands on the counter.

The young woman at the front desk reached forward, sliding her glass window open. “First and last name?” She asked, hastily turning to type on her computer to pull up the patient database. 

“Oh–no, actually,” Tony reached down to grab the badge from around his neck, quickly flashing it toward her before letting it fall back against his chest. “I’m here to speak with Doctor Banner.”

The young woman lifted her fingers away from her keyboard, turning back towards Tony to give him a quizzical look. “Uhuh.” She tutted and reached forward through the window to take a closer look at his ID card. 

Tony pulled it away from her in a hurry. “Perhaps you could just page him for me, make this a little easier.”

She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest. “Sir, I need to scan your ID to log you into the visitor's admissions. Now, which department are you visiting from and what is the nature of your visit?” She flicked her hand out, palm up as she patiently waited for him to fork over the badge. 

Tony grumbled, unclipping the badge from his lanyard and dropping it in her hand. “I’m here on a work order. Gotta check the fire alarm lights and the fire extinguishers in Doctor Banner’s office and the hallway.” He made it up as he went, watching as she spun around in her chair to scan the ID through the copy machine. 

“Right, and where is your work order? Oh, and the new fire extinguisher tags?” She asked as she filled out his admission file. Her eyes left the form for only a moment, really taking him in. Tony stood clad in a deep maroon sweater, a bulky leather jacket, jeans, and Doc Martens. The real cherry on top was noticing his sunglasses hanging off the collar of his sweater. No work order and no tags in hand.

Tony shifted his weight back and forth on his feet. “Great question, beautiful. You see, I’m not exactly fulfilling the work order today. Doctor Banner requested that I meet with him and take a look around first. I’m new to the area.” He looked over her unamused face, clearly not buying his story. “First day on the job.” He forced a smile, smacking his hands together awkwardly. 

The woman rolled her eyes before taking one last look at his ID card. “Alright, Mister Jones.” She eyed him once more as she held the badge out to him. 

Tony hastily clipped it back on the lanyard. “That’s my name, gorgeous, don’t wear it out.”

“Go through that door on the left. Walk all the way down the hallway and his office will be the last door on the right. Don’t let me see you in here ever again or I’m calling security.” She slammed the glass window shut and turned back to her computer.

“I don’t plan on it.” Tony wasted no time making a beeline to the door and vanishing behind it. He kept up a fast pace as he nearly jogged along the tile floor. He finally reached the farthest door on the right, peeking through the small glass window just to be sure he was really in there. 

Tony gave a loud and harsh few knocks before letting himself in, eyes falling on his old friend. “Do you have any idea how long it took to find you this time?” Tony’s sarcasm whipped off his tongue with a stinging sharpness, jolting Bruce right out of his chair.

His eyes went wide as he stared slack-jawed in awe at Tony. “I–you,” Bruce stumbled over his words as he adjusted his glasses, running a hand through his hair. “This is unbelievable, Stark.” He shot his hands under her glasses, harshly rubbing his eyes and cheeks. He finally let his hands flop to his sides as he looked Tony over, adjusting to the fact he was truly standing there. “I can’t–How are you–Can I not vacation in peace, Tony?” He rasped in disbelief.

Tony scoffed, slowly and dramatically turning himself to his left and right while reaching his arms out to gesture at the mountain of books, papers, and files surrounding them. “Oh–Oh, I’m sorry–is that what you’re calling this nowadays?”

Bruce shook his head feverishly as he shot up his hands defensively. “Look, Tony, as astonished as I am that you found me and came all this way–I’m not coming back to–”

“I didn’t come here for anything to do with myself, now would ya sit down and listen.” Tony cut him off, grabbing one of the spare chairs from a smaller desk close by and plopping himself down in front of Bruce’s. “Well, scratch that, only partially for me. I’m mainly here on behalf of my cousin. She’s personally requested your expertise.”Tony watched carefully as Bruce lowered himself back into his plush chair, arms resting firmly on his desk as though he were bracing himself. 

He let out a deep breath. “Your cousin?” Bruce muttered, carding through the deep files of his brain for any recollection of such a relative.

Tony nodded. “Yeah, you’ve met her.”

Brue stared blankly at Tony, a deer in the headlights.

Tony rolled his eyes. “My New Year's Eve party, like, two years ago,” Tony explained, leaning back in the chair.

Once again, he was met with Bruce’s irritating silence. “Oh, come on. It was the

first and only party of mine you have ever attended. You were there for maybe an hour before vanishing into thin air like always.”

Bruce tapped a finger to his bottom lip, digging around his mess of memories. “You don’t mean the girl that stood on your bar top screaming Mr. Brightside while spilling half a bottle of Pink Whitney all over herself, do you?”

Tony cleared his throat, choosing to push past the surfaced memory. “Well, she just got her Masters in Biology.”

Bruce chuckled, shaking his head both impressed and slightly shocked at the achievement. “I guess she truly is related to you.”

Tony scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Unimportant.” He reached across the desk to grab a stray pen and paper pad that had a few mindless scribbles on it. “Now, just hear me out for a second.”

Bruce allowed himself to relax a bit, the tension leaving his shoulders as he leaned back in his chair.

“Here’s my offer for you.” Tony began scribbling on the paper. “My cousin is going to be staying at the Stark Tower for a while as Pepper and I rebuild and make some changes. How would you like to work with her in my lab on some cutting-edge biological exploration and technology?”

The silence that fell over the room was piercing. Bruce could practically hear his heart beating in his ears. “I think I need a little more of an explanation than that.”

Tony adjusted himself in his seat. “Listen, Banner, my Ellie practically shares a brain with me. I wouldn’t have come all this way if I didn’t think her ideas were worth exploring. The subject matter is in your ballpark. I’m willing to provide investment, tools, the space, etcetera–to make this happen.” Tony waved the pen around as he spoke. “Of course, on top of her developments–assuming all goes well and you two become an unstoppable team–you’ll also be procuring some tech and new advancements for Stark Industries. Consider this partially a business transaction as well.” He leaned forward, sliding the paper pad over to Bruce. “You'll be paid bi-weekly. I’m willing to provide room and board once we get you signed and–”

“Woah, woah.” Bruce raked his hands through his hair, Tony was giving him more grays by the second. “You want me to stay in the Stark Tower? Like I’m dorming? I mean, Jesus–are we in college again?”

Tony crossed his arms over his chest. “I hardly think my Tower is anything akin to a frat house, Banner.”

“On top of that, you want the other guy on ‘Industrial Island’ for an unforeseen amount of time in the Stark Tower?” Bruce was grasping at his current reality.

 “I do,” Tony assured him. “I think this is an incredible opportunity for everyone involved.”

Bruce peered down at the number Tony had jotted down, his eyes nearly bugged out of his head. “Tony–I can’t–This is too much! I mean–what the hell is she trying to develop that you would be paying me this much?”

Tony stood from his chair. “Tell ya what, fly back with me tonight. Meet with my cousin and then make your decision. I can’t force you to stay or go, the choice is yours.”

Bruce shook his head in disbelief, stifling an awkward chuckle. “I can’t believe this.”

“Well, believe it, Banner. She refuses to work alongside anyone else. She knows a lot about your work and she only wants the best.”

Bruce sucked in a quick breath through his teeth. “But, she knows about the other guy, doesn’t she?” He toyed with the rolled-up cuff of his dress shirt. “And she still wants me on this project?”

“She does, and she wants no one else but you.” Tony shot him a smile, extending his right hand out to Bruce. “So, what do ya say?”

Bruce finally pushed himself up from his side of the desk, clasping his hand in Tony’s. “I’ll give this a shot, but if it’s not for me–you’re paying for my return flight.”

Tony chuckled and gave his hand a playful squeeze. “It’s good to have you back in my lab, Banner.”

[flightlogmcu]

Ok but straight up does Jackson’s dragon form look like the great protector? Like did you imagine him that large?

Yes Actually!

So SHANG-CHI SPOILERS for anyone who comes across this, but yes, most of what the Great Protector looked like in the film is what I imagined Jackson's dragon form to be, save for the skin, fur, and eye color. I didn't really register it while watching the movie (cause it was such a great movie I need to watch it again soon), but after the mid-credit scene I really got to capture how much of the stuff I was writing, and will be writing about in the future was able to be visualized or confirmed in Shang-Chi.

[flightlogmcu]

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[wickedsingularity]

First Christmas [one-shot]

wickedsingularity’s Christmas Stories 2018 Masterlist

Fandom: MCU Pairings/characters: Bucky Barnes x reader (but not really), T'challa briefly, mention of Steve Rogers and Okoye Words: 3367 Warnings: Angst if you squint, fluff, smut, possible Sergeant-kink

Prompt/summary: It's Bucky's first Christmas in his own mind since the forties. His girlfriend wants to make it special. (This one is for @iguess-theyre-mymess)

He wasn't sure how he felt about going somewhere cold. He liked the winter well enough, the snow made everything clean and pretty and he'd had some good times playing around in it when he was younger. But he felt there had been too much cold since Hydra got into his head. Frozen cryogenically. The long and cold winters training in Siberia. Even his personality had been brutally cold whenever he was activated.

Wakanda was warm and comfortable. Simple. Safe.

But she had been so excited about getting access to one of the safe houses that hadn't been exposed when S.H.I.E.L.D. fell that he hadn't had the heart to turn her down. Which is why Bucky Barnes now found himself in one of T'challa's jets with his girlfriend, piloted by the king himself, on the way to a cabin on Svalbard to celebrate the first Christmas with his girlfriend.

"Svalbard has such an interesting animal life," she said excitedly as Bucky asked about the island group. "About thirty species of birds! And the Barents Sea is one of the areas in the world with the most seabirds. And they have polar bears!" She turned to him with a huge grin on her face as she mentioned polar bears.

Bucky couldn't help but smile back, her smile was always infectious. "You must have seen polar bears before, being on missions all over the world?"

"Of course, I have. But not as a civilian!"

He chuckled and leaned over to kiss her cheek.

The rest of the flight continued like that, her telling him about the fun facts she had read about Svalbard before the trip, Bucky being charmed silly by her enthusiasm, and T'challa being amused by them both. Bucky actually felt a bit disappointed when they landed and her stories ended. But the sight that met them was stunning. The full moon lit up a snowy landscape that stretched as far as the eye could see, only broken by a dramatic snow-covered mountain range far in the distance. A small log cabin lay right in the middle of the wide-open space, one single pine tree close by. A faint trail of smoke was floating from the chimney and the only window on the side facing them showed that the lights were on.

"Someone's there?" Bucky asked as he started to pick up their bags.

"There's an old retired agent living on the other side of that mountain range. He's got the fireplace going to warm it up for us," she explained, hoisting a backpack over her shoulder. "You'll be back on the 27th?" she asked T'challa.

The Wakandan king swivelled the pilot's chair around and nodded. "Yes, I will be back on the 27th, at noon. Enjoy yourselves!"

"We will. Thanks, T'challa!"

The couple waved goodbye and jumped out into the snow, making their way to the cabin. Obviously clearing a path wasn't in the old agent's job description. Bucky did his best to push the snow away with his feet as he walked, creating a makeshift path for them to walk on. But he had a feeling they'd be spending most of the time inside. He at least would love to spend a few days in front of a crackling fireplace, his girlfriend in his arms.

When they reached the cabin, she snuck in front of Bucky and unlocked the door. The comfortable warmth from the fireplace hit them and they stepped inside, Bucky was quick to close the door so as to not let out too much of the heat. He stopped and looked around.

The first thing that caught his eye, was a giant spruce decorated with warm yellow lights, red shiny balls, silver tinsel, and a merry star on top that shone just as warm and yellow as the lights. As he looked around, there were red checkered tablecloths on the sofa table and the kitchen table, beige curtains with heart basket details, and red block candles on golden dishes at the centre of every window.

"So," she began. "I may have flown up here a couple of days ago to set all this up. The guy only lit the fireplace, stocked up on wood and food, and turned on the lights."

Bucky turned around and stared at her in awe.

"You don't like it?"

"I love it..."

He dropped the bags he was still holding and walked over and pulled her into a tight hug. "I can't believe you did all this."

"I just wanted you to have a nice, quiet Christmas." She pulled back and laid her hands on his face, pushing his hair back a bit, carding her fingers lightly through it and looking lovingly up into his light blue eyes. "I know you're not that big a fan of the cold, after... everything. But I hope that a few days here won't be too bad..." She let her hands drop to his shoulders and averted her gaze. She shrugged. "It's Christmas. And this is a winter wonderland."

"Doll." It was his turn to lay his hands on her face, forcing her to look at him. "I told you, I love it. It's perfect... Thank you." He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. She hummed and it made his heart skip a beat. His hands slid down and around her waist, pulling her as close as he could. With her, it was perfect.

That first evening, they spent it putting their things away and familiarizing themselves with the cabin. Bucky went outside to get more firewood, clearing a proper path in the snow while he was at it. It was the cosiest place he had been in, perfectly remote, snow as far as the eye could see, and inside was warm, comfortable, and simple.

Once he had stoked the fire again, they ended the day by cuddling on the couch, admiring the Christmas tree and the flickering flames in the hearth. When they woke each other with their snores, they made their way to the bedroom and went to bed, knowing they could sleep in for the first time in a long time.

On Christmas morning, Bucky woke from hairs tickling his nose. Her hair was spread out over her pillow, and he laid facing her, his arm across her stomach. His breathing had drawn her hair towards his nose and he only barely repressed a sneeze.

He pushed it away just enough to stop tickling him and gazed towards the window. There was no daylight in this part of the world at this time of the year, but the full moon was up all day and night and cast a cosy light over the landscape. The lonely pine glittered in the moonlight.

A sleepy noise next to him made him look down again. She had one eye half open, gazing sideways at him. "Morning, handsome," she said. "Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas, beautiful." Bucky rose up on his elbow and leaned in to press his lips quickly to hers, but the sound she made had him lingering and the atmosphere in the room changed in the blink of an eye.

Bucky climbed over her, settling between her legs, pressing kisses down her chin and her neck, while her arms slid behind his back, hands roaming all over his muscles. He was already hard, just like he always was when he woke up in the same bed as her, and she grew slicker and slicker with every kiss and every move of his hips. His cock rubbed against her mound, drawing whimpers from her. Bucky loved how responsive she was to him, just like she barely had to touch him to get him going.

As much as he'd love to spend the entire morning worshipping her body, he needed to be inside her. They had plenty of time for worship the next couple of days, in this place where no one could hear them scream. Bucky repositioned his hips, his cock easily sliding through her folds and finding her entrance. He looked down into her eyes for a brief moment, and then he leaned down to kiss her just as he slid in, their gasps drowning in each other.

"James..." Her voice was breathless when he pulled back and thrust again, her walls already fluttering around him.

"Coming already, doll?" he asked against the skin below her ear, lips working on marking her.

"Yes. Please, James."

He moved his kisses down to her neck, his nose nudging at her chin. She moved her head backwards, exposing herself to him. He worked on another mark, his mouth sucking on her skin in the same rhythm as his hips moving between her thighs. She could have used her hands to hurry her orgasm along, but Bucky's body was pressed against the length of her leaving no room for her hands, and he did nothing to hurry it along either. The build was slow and agonizing, and she mewled, her hands carding through his hair, sliding down his back to squeeze his ass, and back up again. Her thighs trembled around him, breathing ragged.

Bucky slowed his movements and his mouth left her skin with a loud smack. His metal hand caught the glow of the moon through the window as his hands cradled her face. Her eyes fluttered open and they stared at each other as he moved so slowly, too slow.

"I love you, doll," he whispered.

She drew her breath a couple of times before finding her voice. "I love you too, James."

Then he changed his pace, chasing their highs. Her eyes fluttered closed again, and he felt her start to squeeze him. Her thighs tightened around his waist, her body arching slightly. She whined and made all sorts of noises, and they spurred Bucky on, thrusts quickening just a little bit. He was so close, the effort of holding his orgasm back made droplets of sweat roll down his forehead and onto her neck. She had to come first.

He changed his angle just a little bit and it was just what she needed as she came hard with a surprised cry. He almost felt it roll through her with the way her body moved. A few more deep thrusts and Bucky buried his face in her neck with a groan, spilling inside her.

Both were too tired to move much, and just laid there while their breaths returned to normal and their limbs started working again. Bucky left lazy kisses on her neck all the while until he felt her push lightly at him.

"As much as I love being caged by your body, I need to breathe a little too, you big super soldier."

Bucky chuckled as he slipped out and settled next to her. He supported his head in his flesh hand, while the metal one moved over her face, pushing back some of the sweaty hair from her forehead, a finger sliding down the slope of her nose and across her lips. "Got any plans for us today, love?"

She reached for his hand and held it in both of hers, caressing his fingers. "Not much. Open presents, most definitely. Maybe take a walk in the snow, make some snow angels? I haven't made any since I was a kid. Hot chocolate after?"

"Sounds perfect. I haven't made snow angels since I was a kid either."

"But breakfast and presents first."

"Breakfast and presents first."

It was a quick matter, she made some toast dressed with unfamiliar things she found in the fridge while Bucky got the fire going. They ate in silence, and he suspected she was as eager to get it over with as he was, even though he would never admit he was as excited as a kid to open presents.

"Okay, come on!" she said after the last bite was swallowed and dumped the plates unceremoniously in the sink to be dealt with later. She took his hand and pulled him over to the couch.

There weren't many presents below the tree, but she did quick work of sorting through them. "Oh, this one is for Steve. We took one of Steve's by mistake..." She held up a lumpy package with gold wrapping paper, grinning sheepishly.

"A surprise for him when we come home then." He patted the seat next to him and she put Steve's present back under the tree and sat down between Bucky and her small pile of presents. "I want you to open this one first." He reached across her and picked up a small square package that was wrapped perfectly in glittery red paper and a gold ribbon.

"You wrapped this yourself?" she asked, grinning playfully, reading the tag.

"Okoye did, actually. Wrapped all of them for me. But she'll deny everything if you ask."

Bucky watched as she carefully pulled the ribbon off and unstuck every piece of tape, he admired her discipline. He was nervous about it and he just wanted to get it over with, her slow unwrapping had him nearly jumping out of his skin.

When the paper was finally off, it revealed a plain brown cardboard box that she opened just as reverently. Then she pulled out a big bauble on a white string, painted with a winter landscape at night. A snow-covered forest in the background, a few spruces in the front, and one of them decorated with yellow lights. The moon shone above the forest, and a squirrel was climbing up a naked birch tree to one side. Deep inside the forest, barely visible, was a tiny red house with a lit window and a Christmas sheaf right outside the door.

"Oh James..." she said, turning the bauble around in her hands, looking at the incredible details painted on it.

"I know it's not exactly like the one you saw in that shop window a year ago, and it's definitely not new..."

She turned to look at him, her eyes wide with wonder and shiny with tears. "Yeah, it looks old? Very old?"

"I think I was thirteen or fourteen. Mom saw it in a store once and I could tell she wanted it, but it was really expensive back then. So, I got a job and saved up to buy it for her for Christmas the next year. It was among my old things that T'challa got from the army right before Shuri... fixed me." Bucky was rambling, but he couldn't stop. "It reminded me of the one you saw and I already got you a real present but I just wanted you to have this one too. And I hope it's okay that it isn't new and –"

"James," she interrupted him, her finger pressing on his lips. "I love it."

He stared at her, barely noticing the single tear that fell from her eyes.

"I love it," she repeated. "It's the most wonderful thing anyone has ever given me." She gently put it back in the box and set it on the table as if the whole thing was the most fragile glass. Then she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him, before burying her face in his neck. "Thank you."

They never got around to taking that walk or making those snow angels that day. They opened the rest of their presents and got working on Christmas dinner. Desert was Bucky doing all the worshipping he hadn't done that morning. Her screams filled the cabin and the snow bunting perching on the tree outside fluttered away every time she screamed loud enough for the sound to carry outside.

The next day dawned a bit darker than the previous morning. Clouds had moved in during the night, bringing fresh snow. After a more proper breakfast than on Christmas morning, the two of them finally made their way outside just as the sky cleared and the moonlight made everything fairy-talelike again.

Spending a few hours in the snow didn't feel cold at all to Bucky. His girlfriend's joy of playing in the fluffy white substance was infectious and warmed his heart. They didn't walk far, as there was only that one tree and nothing else within a reasonable distance from the cabin. Their footsteps made a wobbly circle around the cabin, branching out here and there where they had attempted to throw snowballs at each other, but the snow was too powdery. Right outside the cabin door were two angels, side by side.

They'd hung their clothes up in front of the roaring fireplace, and before they had even found warm clothes to change into, they'd ended up in bed, working up a sweat.

It was a long while later when Bucky woke up after a nap. He rolled around, arms outstretched, finding the bed empty next to him. He frowned but figured she was just in the bathroom and he closed his eyes again, waiting for her to come back. But then he heard the click of the lock on the front door and the sound of it opening and closing.

He sat up and squinted at the clock on the wall, 6:30 in the evening. That explained why he was so hungry. He slid his feet into the slippers next to the bed and walked out into the kitchen, grabbing a shirt on the way and pulled it on. The fire had nearly died out while they were going at it like bunnies and it was too cold to walk around naked. He gazed out of the kitchen window.

There she was, fully dressed in a hat and mittens, the bag for the firewood clutched in one hand. She had stopped a few steps from the cabin, her face turned up to the sky. It had started snowing again. It fell in big fluffy chunks, the moon visible through a slip in the clouds, making each one glitter. She took a few steps and he saw her tongue was out. Then she moved again, and again, chasing the white snowflakes, trying to catch them with her tongue.

Bucky watched for several minutes while she caught dozens of snowflakes. The sound of her laughter reached him and he smiled. He loved seeing her so free from all the Avengers business, so free from all the responsibilities of being labelled a superhero.

She spun around, chasing another snowflake and stopped when she spotted him in the window. Her grin widened and she waved. Bucky waved back, mouthing "hungry". Then she seemed to remember the bag in her hand, looked down at it and hurried off to the shed to get the firewood.

Bucky chuckled and then went to put some more clothes on, before putting the last couple of logs into the fireplace. She came back in, shaking snowflakes off her hat and leaving a trail of melting snow behind her. He grabbed a few more logs from the bag and the fire roared merrily at having been fed properly.

"Hungry?" he asked, standing up and brushing snow off her shoulder.

"Hmmm, yeah, I think I am."

"I'll warm up the leftovers and you get out of those cold clothes."

"Yes, Sergeant."

"Careful, doll. You need sustenance before I continue with you."

She raised an eyebrow at him while slowly unzipping her jacket. "I'm going to need a vacation when we get home. You're going to wear me out."

Bucky laughed as he wandered over to the fridge to get out all the Christmas dinner leftovers and she went to the bedroom to change. A small frown crossed his face when he remembered they had to go back the next morning. But they'd had a very nice few days, completely free from the Avengers, and Bucky was pretty sure this was going to be his best winter memory, and certainly the only good winter memory this side of the millennium.

And when his girl came out of the bedroom in that red Henley of his that clashed horribly with her polka dot leggings and giant fluffy slippers while sniffing at the delicious smells of the food he was warming on the stove, his only thought was, I could stay here forever.

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Favourite avengers movies scenes?

i went through avengers 1-2 because i’ve done similar posts to this about IW and i’m not really in the mood for reopening that wound at 1:32am and this really got away from me i make no apologies LOL 

(but i do thank you for asking!!)

avengers

Nick Fury’s drama in the opening scenes surpasses Real House Wives

NATASHA ROMANOFF

the fact that her stockings are ripped when she leans down to pick up her heels was such a fucking moment for like 11 year old me it meant big things that my badass angel was also feminine and still badass

Bruce pushing the baby carriage when he first meets Natasha foreshadowing omf he deserves more (and so does she)

Tony’s “his first name is Agent” to Coulson

Tony’s hair in this movie

Tony in this movie

Tony in every movie

Steve’s costume, specifically the cowl that makes him look like a big dumb EGG

“What you scared of a little thunder?”

pilates

Dick measuring contest between The Big Three that levels a forest

the sexual tension that launched mcu stony

tony rubbing at his eyes afterwards

literally i could do an entire thing about the argument on the helikraft mac and cheese

LOKI BLENDING THE GUY’S EYE AND THAT SMIRK

LOKI’s GERMANY OUTFIT

“you rented my room”

bruce banner was not here to play in this fucking movie

BLUEBERRIES!!

maria hill’s fucking useless “INCOMING!!” as like something i can’t fucking remember flies through the window this could be ultron actually idk i’m in a convent with nuns right now my memory is hazy

“ta r g ET ANGRY T A GRET ANG RY”

THE HULK ROCKETING OFF AND JUST YELLING DISTANTLY

“son you’ve got a condition”

NICK FURY’S FUCKING BAZOOKA WHY DID H E HAVE T HA T 

the comic book styling of having the camera track tony buzz around

tony and steve firing off the shield paralleling civil war angst omf

[TRUMPETS INTENSIFY]

the theme song that my heart beats to

tony hero stark saving the fucking world again

okay actually for the first time but you know, starting a trend

OKAY WAIT ONE OF THE FUNNIEST “NOT FUNNY” SEQUENCES IS WHEN TONY IS FALLING BACK TO EARTH AND THOR JUST STARTS WINDING UP THE HAMMER AND IS LIKE “HE’S NOT SLOWING DOWN” IDK WHY BUT I ALWAYS INTERPRETED THAT AS HE WAS GONNA LAUNCH THE FUCKING HAMMER AT TONY FOR NO FUCKING RE A SON 

thor ripping the iron man mask off is hot

STEVE’S FUKCING FACE WHEN TONY WAKE S T UP

tony literally died and his first thought was like literally DID CAPTAIN AMERICA KISS ME

the fact that in canon all of the big gay babies also known as the Avengers decided it was necessary to smoosh together for a big group shot just to be like “hey loki we w o n” and loki being just like “booze. now”

loki in chains ;)

get in losers we’re going to do science

the super dramatic nick fury monologue that is never addressed or revisited in ca:tws like fury is really like reverent about the avengers in this movie but then in winter soldier he’s just all like cap, listen, i have a story about paper bags and grandaddy

avengers: age of ultron

guys i know this movie sucked but it was also a stevetony Event

gROUP SHOT in the opening sequence

tony’s little “yay!” with the secret door

the vALIDATION OF TONY’S BIGGEST FEAR BEING STEVE DYING ESSENTIALLY IN HIS ARMS OMFFFFFFFFFF STUCKY WHERE

tony grabbing the scepter and then bIG DOOMSDAY MUSIC

literally the entire party sequence

especially slutty, slutty thor

bruce’s hair is BIG in this movie for no reason lol

tony looking sO CUTE WHEN THEY’RE BUILDING ULTRON

cliNT WHIPPING THE SHIELD TO CAP

TONY AND THE FONDUE FORK THING 

tony mourning jarvis (j fucking k whedon sucks)

“aw junior you’re gonna break your old mans heart” foreshadowing to hoco

im joking but imagine ultron having a “i didn’t want a little brother” complex with peter lmfAO

ultron chopping the guys from black panther’s hand off

i really really hate the 9/11 symbolism with the hulk and the tower ngl just wanted to put it out there how not okay that shit is

Bruce Banner sponsored by Beats by Dre

“we can go home steve” fORESHADOWING KINDA WHATEVER PARALLEL IDK TO IW STEVE BEING LIKE “LET’S GO HOME” I JUST REALIZED THIS AS I WROTE THIS IF YOU COULDN’T TELL

natasha backstory

when the red room lady is just like “schloppy” instead of sloppy and like the Russian Intensifies 

“together” is the gay agenda

tHOR STRANGLING TONY MAKES ME ANGRY BUT IT’S ALSO HOT

hawkeye’s stupid fucking family sucks bUT

bed-sharing fics

i wondered who got top bunk (steve)

THE LOG SCENE FASKLJFSDFSASF

I WILL FUCKIGN YEET MYSELF INTO THE SCREEN JUST TO FUCKING SHAKE STEVE FUCKING HYPOCRITICAL ROGERS LIKE A POLAROID PICTURE

MY TEAMMATES DON’T TELL ME THINGS

HUH

WOW

YEAH

HOW RUDE

AND COMPLETELY COUNTERPRODUCTIVE

TO HIDE CRITICAL INFORMATION 

FROM TEAMMATES

INFORMATION THAT AFFECTS THEIR ENTIRE LIFE

EVERYTHING THEY KNOW TO BE TRUE

INFORMATION THAT IS NOT YOURS TO HIDE

WHAT A COMPLETE BETRAYAL OF TRUST

ON WHICH THE AVENGERS WERE FOUNDED UPON

TRUST THAT SHOULDN’T BE B ROKE N 

ESPECIAKLY TO SERVE YOUR OWN NE E DS 

PRIORITIZING YOUR OWN AGENDA OVER THE TR UT H 

okay sorry im back 

nick fury is tony’s dad!!!!!!!!!!!!

STEVE IS SO FUNNY IN THIS MOVIE FOR NO REASON

when clint is like “cap hold off ultron” and steve is just getting his ass kicked and dangling off of a truck or something and is like “wHAT DO YOU THINK I’VE BEEN DOING”

“you’re not a match for him cap” “thanks barton”

WHEN THAT TRUCK TAKES FLIGHT

yOU DIDN’T FINI S H

“thor you’re irritating me”

quick little bastard

nobody

the entire ending of that movie lowkey sucks

costel. we were in the market more like L AM E you let the wrong twin die

“They think order and chaos are somehow opposites and try to control what won’t be. But there is grace in their failings... I think you missed that” is weirdly beautiful but also a whole lotta yadayadayada it’s like a fake deep lana del rey song which i really never thought i would associate with vision but now that i think about it he’s like basically carmen 

elVATOR’S NOT WORT H Y 

BESIDES THIS ONE, THERE’S NOTHING THAT CAN’T BE EXPLAINED

that man has no regard for lawn maintenance 

a lot of manful tears oh tony if only you knew how he was gonna break your heart sweetie im sorry you never stood a chance

self driving car was a nice touch

why is tony’s car that hideous red tho like it’s loud and ugly

“i’m home”

i thought you two were still gazing into each other’s eyes

why was nat just staring at that wall in the room

what the fuck is that room anyway

like is that in interpretative art peace

what the fu c k 

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Assuming that at some point the public will somehow become aware of Jackson's dragon form, without of course figuring out the connection between him and the dragon, what kind of wild conspiracy theories would people have about the dragon and it's origin?

Oh this is GOOD!

Ok so Jackson, for the most part doesn’t use his dragon form unless absolutely necessary. You all know to the emotional reasons for it, but there is a logistical reason that will be introduced soon as to why he doesn’t use it.

But Jackson can’t always be lucky. He can’t always turn into his dragon form and be invisible in dragon form in some remote location. Eventually there’s reported sightings of a dragon like creature all over the world. The underground conspiracy community are buzzing about it, but it isn’t until a particular attack by villains where Jackson’s dragon form is on full display that EVERYONE jumps in on this. News outlets try to get a scoop on this, start conducting interviews on people who were at the scene. 

“I was in my kitchen cooking dinner, and the next thing I see Smaug outside my window!” A woman tells a reporter.

One kid was saved from a fall by being on the back of Jackson, and the poor 7 year old that was interviewed was overwhelmed with excitement and fear that he broke into tears. He get’s out a “Thank you Mr. Dragon” that becomes it’s own hashtag (Jackson does NOT roll  into a ball in the quinjet and screams at the cuteness. He’s a professional).

There’s arguments from the scientific and the DnD community about the physical attributes of the dragon. Scientists go back and forth on the origin and close relations to other animal families. DnD players critique the little use of fire the dragon uses. 

“I’m sorry I don’t wanna burn down a city!” Jackson rants for the fifth time that day. Bambam throws a shoe at him at that point.

The question is finally posed to the Avengers about their knowledge about this creature. They give very little information, but do mention that they are working with a person who has a connection with the dragon and “That’s all we’ll have to say on the matter.” Is the very final and firm statement that Captain America makes.

But that just fuels a whole other discussion about what that means. Conspiracy theorists flop around the idea that the person has a psychic link to the beast. Other say that that’s unrealistic. “You’d be better off having a telepathic link to a dinosaur.” There’s a whole subreddit dedicated to updates about the dragon. Some say its an alien race of dragons. Other say it's a sign from God that the end times are near. There's a terrifying amount of people that want to know if they can fuck or be fucked by a dragon.

Buzzefeed Unsolved does a 2 hour video about it. They end up getting a hold of a Chinese myth about a dragon spirit that is passed down. Shane doesn’t believe it at first, but Ryan makes strong cross references with stories and locations that surprisingly gives some weight to the story. They work out a draft timeline about when this could’ve happened and what was going on in the world. They conclude that there’s a person that is working with the Avengers that can turn into a dragon. They’re most likely from China, and in their 20′s based on their timeline. 

Youtube almost crashes due to the amount of views. They get 50 million in the first day. 

Ahgases joke online that Jackson is the dragon hero and makes memes and fanart about it. Jinyoung and Mark are on Vlive teasing Ahgases about being so ridiculous and “Jackson couldn’t be that when he’s a Got7 member”.

Offscreen Jaebeom is holding Jackson while he’s panicking and making the lights flicker.

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I saw a bisexual pride pin on Etsy that said 'i swing both ways violently with a sword' on it, and I thought how funny it would be if somebody gave Jackson one.

Shuri buys both a pin and a muscle t-shirt that says the same thing. Jackson absolutely loves it. He likes to wear the pin on whatever beanie he decides to wear that day but the shirt? The shirt gets worn to dance practice and sparring sessions. The latter being the majority of the time wearing it.

Tony deadpan Jackson the second he sees it but Peter is so tickled bi it (had to get one in there sorry) because it's so On Brand for Jackson.

Jackson wears it to spar with Daisy at SHIELD HQ and the minute he summons his sword and starts swinging, Daisy just walks out the room.

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oh no, is Phil gonna die?

Nah. I would've tagged character death for something like that. But he is looking rough I'll tell you that much

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Question! You mentioned in Flight Log: II "Jaehyun hasn't been the same since his company found out he's Inhuman." Is this NCT Jaehyun? What is his power?

Yes, this is NCT's Jaehyun. This one's gonna be answered in the next chapter in a bit more detail, but Jaehyun's powers are energy and matter absorption. He can let off powerful blasts of energy as well as absorb different textures (I.e. metal) onto his skin.

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Departure Act II: I Can't

The battle of Yoyogi Stadium

Jackson fighting off several Watchdogs and eventually fighting alongside Daisy was the major scene I wanted to write.

There's another one that's pretty prominent but this was the one I built the second story off of.

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Jackson doing those sleight of hand magic tricks but uses his powers to give them a little twist.

Jackson: *holding Coco* Now I'm going to make Coco disappear!

Youngjae: Sure hyung

Jackson: *waves a blanket in Youngjae's face* 3. 2. 1. And gone!

Youngjae: Haha great now where's Coco.

Jackson:

Youngjae: ...Coco?

Jackson:

Youngjae:

Youngjae: *grabs Jackson by the shirt* Where's. Coco?

Jackson: :)

Meanwhile

May: Why did Jackson teleport here and drop off a dog?

Simmons: isn't that one of his bandmate's pet?

Daisy: Oh he's gonna get killed

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the ending in ffh was a real slap to the face, but at least there is still The Peter Tingle to make us giggle?

Peter: Guys something's coming.

Jackson: Aww he got that Peter tingle going on! :3

Peter: WE ARE LITERALLY ABOUT TO GET AMBUSHED JACKSON!!

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Wait, since noodle dragons have paws, an JB is in love with Jackson, does that mean JB is a furry?

I LITERALLY CHOKED ON MU ROOT BEER RN ASDFGHJKL!!!

But really Jackson is also Wang puppy so technically...Jaebum really is a furry when you think about it.

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Hello! It’s been awhile since you updated departure act iii, I just wanted to make sure everything’s all right! I hope you’re doing well and are in good health!!

Thank you so much for this ask, it means a lot that you guys care. I'm alright, I just took a job in the summer that required a lot of energy and I couldn't juggle writing while doing. I've gotten half of the next chapter down, and should be up sometime this week.

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Peter being the gen z kid he is and scaring and confusing Jackson in the process?

Jackson; a millennial; halfway understands Peter, but then Peter will go and say something like "You ever just wanna sing songs from Les Mis just to flex on the rich but also remind them we plan to eat them soon?"

And Jackson just stares as he tries to process in 4 different languages what the eternal fuck Peter Parker is talking about.

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AHHHSHJSKS OK so I zoned out of like the whole Kpop marvel internet thing for a hot minute and I just saw Jackson’s CRUEL??????????? AHHHH ok but the dragon vibes are immaculate did he look inside of your brain???

Ok so maybe it’s more demonic vibes but you are literally the first person I thought of when I saw him breathing fire

Lmaooo thank you! It was mainly the glowing eyes that immediately made me think of Jackson in the FLMCU series but the fire breathing definitely sealed the deal. The demonic look wasn't something I thought of but Jackson being painted down in dust and dirt (hot as hell btw) did give me ideas for something later.