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I would be thrilled to write for any of them (and anyone else, give or take)!

Ah ok. I understand I'm just sad requests are closed because there aren't that many writers who do reader inserts or even general fanfics for Harrison Wells/Eowells/Eobard Thawne/HR Wells/etc let alone write them as well as you three. But hopefully one day in the future you guys will write more for them.

Ah yes, I understand your point as well. I’m sure there are plenty reader insert writers out there just waiting for you to find them.

In fact, if you are reading this Wells-and-Eo writers, please reblog this post so our anonymous friend can see you!

I know it’s hard to wait for things, but my requests will be open soon enough. Just keep your eyes open for an announcement! Xoxo

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I just. Love this ship so much. I mean look at the way Rip looks at Sara when she presses that knife to his neck!! 😍💕 The writers really missed out on not making this canon 😭😭💔

In my head, Rip’s done a lot of things to Sara that she didn’t like and didn’t appreciate,She has a love-hate with him relationship already. She loves him, but she hates him and that’s kind of a hard thing to forgive. Sara’s not a saint. - Caity Lotz 

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Tension.

Pairing | Mick Rory x F!Reader

Word Count | 2,322 words

Warnings | Language, slightly ooc Mick

Summary | Waking up on a rooftop to join some random time-traveler is certainly interesting when a cold-hearted criminal finds the reader undeniably attractive.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

The noise that seemed to fill the ears of [Y/N] was far from quiet - in fact, it only seemed to be growing louder as she began to stir on the cold rooftop.

‘What the hell happened? Ugh, my head,’ she groaned internally as she opened her eyes.

The light that entered [Y/N]’s eyes only seemed to worsen the thumping in the back of her head, not that she was really paying much attention to the likely concussion anymore. No, she had found that she was far from alone. Several bodies surrounded her, that of both people she did and didn't know.

Laying directly to the right of [Y/N] was Martin Stein, the genius scientist and half of Firestorm. On the direct left of her was, to her surprise, Mick Rory - a thief with a love for fire. It was odd to see him beside herself and Martin because Mick was a criminal unlike the two of them.

After the thumping had finally subsided into a dull throbbing sensation, [Y/N] forced herself to stand. Her knees wobbled slightly, threatening to collapse if she didn't give her body time to adjust to the sudden movement. Looking sound, she realized she only recognized two more of the other remaining people: Leonard Snart and Jackson “Jax” Jefferson. Leonard was Mick’s running partner, and the complete opposite of him, and Jax was the second half of Firestorm.

“The vigilante of Onyx City,” a groggy, gruff voice mumbled, “how the hell did we get here?”

The voice belonged to Mick Rory, apparently, as he was the only other person that was standing. He wasn't pleased by the looks of things, which meant that he was probably going to try to fight [Y/N]. His hand automatically reached for his fire gun, pointing it threateningly at her.

“It's [Y/N], Mick; you know that. To answer your question, I don't know how we got here,” [Y/N] answered, unaffected by Mick’s threatening stance.

The criminal clearly didn't believe [Y/N], whether it was because of her status as a hero or whether it was because he had trust issues - she didn't know. With this obvious mistrust, Mick pulled the trigger on his gun and prepared to incinerate [Y/N].

“Someone messed with my gun,” Mick grumbled when fire didn't come blazing out of the barrel. His eyebrows furrowed, he tossed the gun to the ground and charged at [Y/N].

‘It never ends without a fight, does it?’ The thought was cut short by Mick’s fist slamming into the side of [Y/N]’s forearm - thank god she had blocked because that had some force behind it.

The next few moments went by in a nauseating blur.

Kicking Mick’s side as hard as she possibly could, [Y/N] jumped backwards to avoid a solid punch to her ribcage. Unfortunately, her feet slipped and she fell to the cold rooftop with a thud. The dull throbbing in her head became more of a persistent thumping, her mind swirling with pain.

Mick took this vital opportunity to mount himself on top of [Y/N], each of his legs resting on opposite sides of her hips. His calloused hands balled into fists, each landing on either side of her head with an authority.

[Y/N] didn't bother flinching, instead she smiled. “You should've taken the opportunity to actually hit me,” she quipped before using her body weight to flip the two of them.

Bam, bam, bam!

Three consecutive hits to Mick’s ribs, all with a decent amount of force. [Y/N] raised her fists to punch Mick in the face now, but he used his own body weight to flip the pair yet again. This time he made sure to secure her arms under his legs, rendering her immobile.

The weight of Mick kept [Y/N] from doing so much as squirm, so there was no way she was going to be able to lift him in the already injured state she was in. The two sat like this for a moment before Mick raised his hands like he was going to punch [Y/N].

Preparing for the impact, [Y/N] squeezed her eyes shut. After a few moments of it not coming, she opened her eyes and saw that Mick had lowered his hands. His eyes were locked on her own, deep in thought about something. She had never seen him like this, but it was considerably better than being hit.

“Mick?”

It was like Mick didn't hear [Y/N] at all, which worried her slightly. She tried moving her arms, but to no avail. This did, however, seem to get Mick’s attention. His eyes blinked a few times before he leaned in too close, subtly flicking his tongue against his lips.

[Y/N] swallowed the knot that had formed in her throat, her eyes widening ten times their normal size with the closer Mick got. What had changed since their fight, she couldn't say, but she wasn't sure how to feel. Mick had moved his arms to rest of either side or [Y/N]’s head, his breath hot on her face as he inched closer.

‘Is Mick Rory, of all people, about to kiss me?!’ The thought alone was bone chilling - whether it was good or bad was beyond her.

“Stein? What the hell are you doing here?” The familiar voice of Leonard Snart muttered in annoyed confusion.

Martin sat up, clutching his head. “For once, I am as ignorant as you,” he replied in his own form of snarkiness.

The voices around seemed to break Mick from his trance, seeing as his head darted up to look around. His body, however, stayed perfectly still. This caused a flush to sneak up [Y/N]’s body, namely her cheeks and the tips of her ears.

Slowly, people around them began to rise. Each one mumbled something along the lines of their head hurting or wondering where they were, but eventually their eyes all landed on the pair on the ground. Most of the people held confusion on their faces, though Leonard looked slightly amused.

“Well, well. It appears we've all intruded on a private moment,” the smirk on Leonard's face was almost audible in his tone.

Mick let out a grunt in response, his grip loosening, but he still refused to move. “Shut it, Snart. She screwed with my gun,” his eyes narrowed as he turned his attention back to [Y/N].

Using the loosened grip on her arms, [Y/N] yanked her arms free before flipping the pair and pressing a forearm into Mick’s neck. “I didn't do anything to your stupid gun. You attacked me without reason,” she accused with her eyes solely on Mick.

Slowly, [Y/N] stood and walked away from Mick to stand by Martin. She gave him a hateful stare, though her cheeks remained tinted a cherry red in color. It didn't seem like he noticed, but Leonard most definitely did; the smirk on Leonard's face only grew when he made eye contact with [Y/N].

“Miss [L/N] is right; she didn't tamper with your gun, Mr. Rory. The same goes for you, Mr. Snart,” an unfamiliar British voice came from seemingly nowhere, “I was the one who tampered with your weapons. For safety reasons, of course.”

Cue a random man in a trench coat appearing out of thin air, walking toward the group and rambling on about time traveling to save the world. No one really believed this guy, especially the pair of criminals, until he showed what the future of the world really looked like. Still, everyone had their doubts.

Thirty-six hours later at an undisclosed location, the entire group awaited the arrival of Rip Hunter. The man appeared and talked about how thrilled he was to see that everyone had accepted before showing everyone aboard the ‘Waverider’. Immediately, people began choosing rooms and paying no attention to their captain.

The blonde assassin - Sara - chose to room by her lonesome, near where Leonard and Mick were rooming. It was obvious to [Y/N] that Sara was already favoring Leonard. The two reincarnated bird-people-lovers - Kendra and Carter - roomed together on the other side of the ship. Stein and Jax were roomed together near the lab since they were Firestorm. That left [Y/N] the room on the other side of Leonard and Mick - how exciting.

Everything was fine for the entire day save for some minor arguing between Stein and Jax. [Y/N] was beginning to think that maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all, but of course, Leonard Snart just had to ruin anything close to good near him.

“Look at you, little hero, all flustered over a criminal like Mick,” Leonard snickered once the two of them were alone, his cold eyes holding mischief.

[Y/N] rolled her eyes, though her cheeks began to burn again. “Please, Snart, I would never stoop so low,” her words came out as ice, her eyes glaring daggers.

“Oh, really? Why were you so red-faced after that entire fiasco?” Leonard taunted, taking a step just a bit too close for comfort.

Just as [Y/N] opened her mouth to retort a smart comment, Leonard shushed her and motioned for her to listen. Complying, [Y/N] heard nothing more than the muffled conversation from the main area of the ship. Again, Leonard wore a shit-eating grin on his lips.

“That is the sound of sexual tension between you and Mick, hero,” Leonard chuckled a bit, pushing passed [Y/N] to see what all of the fuss in the distance was about.

Too annoyed and flustered to respond, [Y/N] stomped off to the kitchen to get a beer - she certainly needed one after that brief, jarring discussion. All luck was against her though since Mick sat at the kitchen counter, drinking away at a beer of his own.

‘Things are never so simple, are they?’ [Y/N] cursed herself for even believing that joining this team would be a good idea.

Silently, [Y/N] walked passed Mick with an almost timid posture. She reached the refrigerator, grabbed herself a beer, and decided to head back to her room - she figured it would be best just to get some rest and forget about the entire situation. As she turned to leave the kitchen, she was met face-to-face with Mick. Her heart increased its pace, her mouth threatening for a split second to scream before she calmed herself.

“Goddammit, Mick, you scared me,” [Y/N] huffed and tried to push Mick away from her, but he didn't budge.

Instead of moving, or even allowing [Y/N] to move, Mick snaked one of his arms around her to reach the refrigerator and get himself another beer. As he closed the refrigerator, though, he let his arm rest against it. This effectively took away one of the only escape options, now only leaving one way out via the opening where his other arm laid beside his side.

Only inches away from her face, Mick looked deeply into the eyes of [Y/N]. “You left bruises on my ribs,” he stated almost casually, like they were old friends catching up.

Mick lifted his shirt with his free hand, motioning down to it with his head. Hesitantly, [Y/N] looked down to see that he was right - three bruises on his ribs, all the size of her fists. Around the bruises were scars of old burns, covering the entirety of Mick’s abdomen.

A shaky hand reached out to trace the bruises, almost in regret of leaving them, but quickly retracted when Mick let go of his shirt. His free hand now rested on the refrigerator - all exits were now blocked.  Whatever Mick’s plan was, it was working; [Y/N] was utterly flustered and terrified all at the same time.

“To be fair, you.. you attacked me; I had to defend myself,” [Y/N] quietly justified, her eyes anywhere but Mick’s own.

In response, Mick gave a low grunt. He didn't know what he was doing - it wasn't like him at all - but this girl made him feel something. And while Mick didn't really enjoy feelings much, this was one he couldn't just ignore. It wasn't love, he didn't know her like that nor did he love anyone, but it was something similar. He wanted to touch her, fuck her, and do it all over again with no strings attached; he wanted <i>her</i>in the most animalistic way possible. No emotions, just sex.

Whatever was going on inside Mick’s head was beginning to worry [Y/N] since he had been staring at her with blank, dark eyes for more than a few minutes. Although, she couldn't deny just how attractive she found him - the rugged features of his face, the muscles on his scarred body, the dominating way he had handled her. He was enticing. She hated the fact that she so desperately wanted a criminal, though. At least it wasn't love, that would've been much worse than simple lust.

“I want you,” Mick finally broke the silence with a gruff whisper, “I want to fuck you senseless and having you begging, no, screaming for more. But I don't want emotions - none of that garbage. It's obvious you want me, so how about it?” The proposal was blunt and offensive, but it was exactly what [Y/N] wanted to hear.

Soft lips found rough ones in a tangle of heated desire, only breaking after a moment. “No one finds out about this. Heroes aren't supposed to fool around with their villains,” [Y/N] giggled breathlessly against Mick’s lips, her chest heaving in hopes of getting some oxygen.

“Deal. Now, shut up,” came Mick’s heated snarl, “meet me in your room in five minutes. Can't look too suspicious.” And with that order, Mick disappeared out of the kitchen.

'What have I got myself into?'

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Hero.

Pairing | Leonard Snart x F!Reader, Platonic!Mick Rory x F!Reader

Word Count | 2,006 words

Warnings | Major character deaths, accidental death, language, kinda angsty, not my best work, rushed story

Summary | The reader is a metahuman and becomes apart of the team of Captain Cold and Heatwave. They leave her to become Legends, and when Mick returns, he has bad news.

The night that the particle accelerator explored, everything changed.

Sitting at home in nothing more than shorts and a tank top, [Y/N] watched her favorite television series. She was drowsy, nearly asleep on the couch, when she heard a distant explosion. This noise jolted her body awake, her eyes scanning the room in mild terror; her eyes were sleepy and wide, her hands slowly starting to sweat, and her breathing heavy. ‘Must've been the goddamn television,’ she thought with a bitter sigh of relief.

It was when she turned the television off and headed to the bedroom that [Y/N] saw the distant explosion outside of one of the windows in her apartment. As much as she wanted to run for cover, her body was frozen in place as she stared at the flames in the middle of the city. ‘What the actual fuck?’ Her legs finally kicked into action and she ran outside the apartment, nearly falling down the seven flights of stairs in her hurry.

Almost as soon as [Y/N] was outside, she was forced to the ground by something invisible - likely the force from the explosion finally making it to the edge of town. Her body convulsed from the impact, and she found that she couldn't move. It felt like the air had been permanently removed from her lungs, like she was dying on spot. That's the last thing she remembered before everything turned black.

Bright lights were in the eyes of [Y/N] when she finally did wake, which she immediately associated with being dead. “Oh my God, I'm dead,” she whispered in a groan, covering her eyes. There was a beeping beside her, rhythmic and annoying. The more she found herself waking up, the more she found the beeping getting louder and louder. “What the hell?” Another groan escaped her, her eyes finally adjusting to the light. She wasn't dead. No, she was in a hospital.

“Glad to see you finally awake, Miss [L/N],” greeted an unfamiliar doctor as he walked in. He wore a smile on his lips, though it was very clear that it was forced. “It's a miracle you're alive. The blast from the particle accelerator seemed to have done massive amounts of damage to your body, but thankfully you're recovering nicely,” he checked the machines beside the bed for any irregularities.

Everything that had happened suddenly came flooding back into the mind of [Y/N], her heart beginning to race. “How long was I unconscious?” The question was simple, and yet the doctor seemed to hesitate. “How long?!” She demanded loudly, her blood pressure beginning to rise now.

Again, the doctor hesitated. “You've been unconscious for quite some time,” he avoided the question before clearing this throat. “I'm going to have to ask you to calm down. Your blood pressure and heartbeat are beginning to spike,” he explained as he tampered with the machines.

Anger rose in the pit of [Y/N]’s stomach, her fists instinctively clenching. Unbeknownst to her, this action caused the breath to completely leave the body of the unnamed doctor. He collapsed to the floor suddenly, gasping for air. Releasing her fists and crawling out of the bed to find help, the doctor miraculously began breathing again. ‘I did that,’ she thought in amazement. The anger still boiling in her blood still lingered, and out of sick curiosity, she tested her discovery again - this time she didn't release her fists.

With a doctor now dead in the floor of her hospital room, [Y/N] ran out of the room in search of the exit. Once she found it, she disappeared for a few months. It was when others like her began to appear that she felt the need to make herself known as well. Most of these people were malicious, though there was one that stood out as a ‘hero’; a man in a scarlet suit with speed beyond that of even the best machinery that the media dubbed ‘The Flash’.

After that first bank heist on her own, [Y/N] was confronted by two men with amazing weapons instead of abilities. One favored fire, the other favored ice - their personalities matched their weapons. They offered to have her as a running mate, claiming that they were the first that ever defeated the Flash. She gladly accepted the offer. Thus, the team of Heatwave, Captain Cold, and [S/V/N] was formed.

That was all a distant memory now, though.

For the longest time, the team was unstoppable. The Flash couldn't defeat them with all of their powers combined, and they had formed a bond unbelievably strong. In fact, [Y/N] and Leonard Smart had become an unofficial couple. All good things must come to an end, as the saying goes; the Flash finally figured out a way to nullify all of their powers combined, successfully defeating them whenever they posed a threat. In the coming years, they even helped him a few time.

In time, though, the two male villains left to unwillingly save the world from destruction in the future. They were forced to leave behind [Y/N], which only left her in a bitter state of mind. The man that she had fallen in love with had left her with very little hesitation, and one of her best friends went with him like he were a lost dog. This left [Y/N] alone to fight the Flash, not that she ever bothered after her team left her.

Over the years of absence from her former colleagues and friends, [Y/N] reformed and actually joined Team Flash. Barry, who she discovered was the Flash after proving that she was siding with them, was worried about her after Leonard and Mick left. “I loved Snart,” she confessed one night after too many drinks, “he knew just what to say and how to manipulate Mick and I, the bastard. He never cared about either of us,” she sobbed into Barry's chest as if she had known him forever.

After that, Barry respected and trusted [Y/N] more than ever. She had explained that when the particle accelerator exploded she had no one, so when Mick and Leonard offered to help make her someone, she couldn't not accept the offer. “Mick was like that annoying best friend that you couldn't help (but) love. I don't blame him for them leaving, I blame Leonard,” she had said one day when Mick was mentioned. Slowly, Barry came to understand [Y/N] better.

Cisco and [Y/N] were also extremely close. They shared everything with one another, and Cisco helped her understand science better. She offered insight into her abilities, which helped with inventions, and they bonded over it.

Caitlin didn't quite like [Y/N] at first, but the two eventually bonded one night over how the loves of their lives had left them. Ronny, of course, had died and not left, but it was enough for them to bond over. Still, they weren't very close.

Harrison, the evil one, never really knew [Y/N], but he did mention that her future was filled with trauma. Harry, though, knew [Y/N] too well. She was stubborn like him, and had a temper like him, and he grew to actually love her in time - as more of a daughter figure, not romantically. As much as he hated to admit it, [Y/N] and Jessie were his two biggest weaknesses.

“The Legends are back,” Barry announced one day as he sped into the lab, “Mick’s asking for you, [Y/N]. He seems.. different,” he explained with a slight huff to his voice, mildly exhausted from the long day he had.

Taking her legs off of Cisco, [Y/N] felt tears rise to her eyes. She never thought that Mick and Leonard would come back, or even remember her if they did, but now they were back. No doubt they'd be disappointed with her new lifestyle. “Where is he?”

Before Barry could answer the question, a gruff grunt came from the doorway to reveal Mick.  He stood with his weapon in hand, his expression less than happy. “Never thought you'd go soft on us, Bird,” the old nickname he'd given her for her ability to manipulate the air made her feel overwhelmed, “well? C’mere and get it over with,” he dropped his gun and held his arms open. This wasn't like Mick, at all.

Still, [Y/N] ran and jumped into Mick’s arms. “God, I've missed you,” she dropped from Mick’s arms with a smile, “where's.. where is he?” She asked after a moment, looking behind Mick curiously. No sign of Snart anywhere, oddly.  Mick rubbed the back of his neck,

“Story for another time,” Mick grunted as he picked up his gun and left the room, motioning for [Y/N] to follow him, “maybe spend some time with your second favorite first, huh?” His rhetorical and jealous comment made [Y/N] giggle. Leonard probably wanted to surprise her to make up for hurting her or something.

On board of the Waverider, Mick showed [Y/N] to the kitchen and grabbed a beer for them both. “So, you're a hero now, hm?” He asked after the silence got to be too much, the two of them sitting side by side. “With Red, no less,” he added in amusement, his gruff chuckle filling the room. ‘If only Leonard could see you now,’ the thought was depressing, so Mick forced it away.

[Y/N]  took a long sip from her beer, smiling to herself. “It hurt when you guys left, so much so that I guess I went a little soft,” she laughed slightly, “but you saved the world, so I guess the same can be said for you.” Her eyes connected with Mick’s, but he looked sad. Lost, even. ‘Best to not ask,’ she figured, knowing Mick’s temper well.

“I'm no hero, [Y/N]; I'll never be a hero,” Mick realized that Snart once said the same thing, “Snart’s a hero,” he offered no context, chugging what was left of his beer. ‘Fucking idiot,’ he stood and grabbed another beer before sitting. He felt [Y/N] staring at him, head spinning with possibilities.

Wordlessly standing, [Y/N] walked over to the counter and leaned over it as she considered why Leonard being a hero would disappoint Mick so much. “What'd he do to deserve the title of a hero?” She asked suddenly, turning to face Mick with a face full of pain. All he did was leave her and manipulate them both, he was no goddamn hero.

After a few minutes of not responding, Mick stood and embraced [Y/N]. It was against his character, but he knew she would be devastated just as he was. “He sacrificed himself to save us, to save me,” he murmured into her hair as he held her, “he died doing something so stupid, the fucking idiot.” The grief he held came out in the form of insults.

“No,” [Y/N] whispered before thrashing around in Mick’s tight grip, “no, he can't be fucking dead, Mick! I loved him, I loved him,” she cried as her legs gave out, shock taking over her entire body. “The selfish bastard never let me say goodbye,” she cried as Mick held her, her arms clinging to him with all of her strength, “please, don't ever do that. Don't leave me, Mick,” her body started convulsing and she clenched her fists together as tightly as she could.

Mick fell to the floor, dead.

[Y/N] stood in even more shock before falling down to Mick’s side, clutching his lifeless body. “No, no, no, I'm so sorry - I didn't mean to,” her sobs were muffled as she pressed herself into his chest. Her powers had proven to be a curse yet again. “Please, come back. Don't leave me, please, you promised,” she whispered, laying with Mick’s body as she sobbed.

‘I'll never be a hero,’ her mind repeated over and over as she relived her past.

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Avenge.

Pairings | Avengers x F!Reader

Word Count | 1,878 words

Warnings | INFINITY WAR SPOILERS, language, angst

Summary | The worse has happened and the reader just cannot deal with the pain.

It had happened.

Everything that everyone had been fighting for was all for naught.

The sound of the golden metal fingers connecting in a snap was haunting, not to mention the fact that it seemed to stop time with the echo that followed. Everyone came to a stop that was in the immediate area of Thanos as he disappeared, no one truly knowing what happened. Steve demanded to know what happened, his voice rough and very obviously worried.

The war happening back in the main area of Wakanda raged on, though not for long. Bucky had wandered from the battlefield to find and assist Steve, but as he made it his body felt different - not like it had ever felt before. He started to stumble more and more with each step he took, finally reaching the area where Steve, Wanda, Vision, and several others had been. "Steve?" He called as the super soldier's eyes landed on him, almost falling over. Before Steve could even think to respond, Bucky slowly turned to nothing more than a dust pile before him. A knowing expression fell upon Steve as he realized what was happening, tears filling in his eyes; how could he have let this happen?

Carnage surrounded Wakanda, full of dead human bodies and alien bodies alike, before the majority of the survivors turned randomly to dust - even the king, T'Challa. There were very few survivors. Steve, Rhodey, Rocket, Thor, Bruce, and Natasha were amongst the only heroes on Earth to survive. It was no better in space, specifically on Titan.

Tony was the only original Avenger left standing on Titan, only with Nebula seeming to survive with him. Strange, Drax, Mantis, both Peters, all gone. The amount of pain Tony was in as Peter - Spiderman - died in his arms was so overwhelming that he couldn't even register it. All Tony could manage to do was mourn into his hands, silently cursing himself for ever involving a child. Wanda had given him a vision of all of his friends dead before him - back when Ultron was a threat - and now that it was real, he didn't know what to do.

Back on Earth, [Y/N] curled into a ball against a tree as salty tears ran down her face to mix with dirt and blood. She had been in the immediate area and witnessed the deaths of Vision, Wanda, and Bucky. Part of her begged silently to be taken in place of them, her heart full of pain. "We need to go," Steve ordered with a booming authority, "I said get up, [Y/N]!" He never yelled before, not really, so this sudden anger made her flinch. It was evident that he was trying to hide his agony, though that was no excuse.

The next few months were full of anguish and regret on the survivors, but after the civil war that happened to break the Avengers apart, it was enough to mend the bullet holes. Steve and Tony began talking again, trying to find anyway to reverse the damage with the help of Bruce. Natasha was reunited with Clint, and the two worked on reforming Clint after the death of his family. Rocket and Thor searched the cosmos for Thanos with the help of Nebula, though they had found nothing of interest. [Y/N] was the only person who remained too damaged to function. She hardly spoke to the others, and when she did it was brief.

Every night, [Y/N] would have nightmares involving Thanos. He would torture her friends, the people she loved, in front of her with no mercy - she was never able to save them or do anything. "It's all right, little one," Thanos would coo at her as he ripped the mind stone out of Vision's head over and over with Wanda screaming in the background, "they were holding back your true potential - potential I can unlock. Take my hand and I will lead you to a life without pain." It was always the same. He would beat people she didn't even know, other aliens, down to a pulp and she would cry for him to stop. Dr. Strange was tortured by spikes of ice going into his face, Spiderman beaten until he couldn't breathe, Loki choked out over and over, much more graphic things happened, then it would all start over.

[Y/N]'s response was always the same, in every single recurring nightmare. "I'll never go with you, you sick son of a bitch," she would cry, "just take me and stop torturing them, please!" She would beg, but Thanos never did anything more than smirk. The end of the dream also never varied, it always ended with all of her friends dying. Every time it happened, [Y/N] would wake in a pool of sweat and start crying, unable to sleep the rest of the night. No one was aware this was happening to her, so they couldn't help.

These nightmares lasted for months until [Y/N] finally gave in to what the dream wanted; she told Thanos that she would join him so long as her friends lived. The Mad Titan agreed to these terms, tossing Spiderman to the side to grab her instead - and then the nightmare ended. The terrible dream no longer happened, and sleep was much easier to achieve. Something drastic had changed though, not that it was noticeable to [Y/N]; she felt fine, but the others saw she was far from it.

Knowing nothing of these nightmares that [Y/N] had, they became confused when she would lash out for absolutely no reason. Her personality had changed and she would mutter to herself about killing them, but everyone marked it off as trauma. It was all very bizarre to the other survivors, especially considering [Y/N] had finally come out of her room to socialize. The nightmares, not that anyone knew about them, were gone, so why had [Y/N] changed into someone completely different?

More months passed by and the attitude of [Y/N] only worsened with time. It had become so terrible, in fact, that she had been in several physical altercations with Clint. Everyone had decided that it would be best to contain [Y/N], but upon sharing this information with her, she lost it. "You people will never understand what it was like to lose everything," she yelled in rage, "I loved them, all of them! Yet here I stay, hopeless and lost in this tower in New York, silently praying that this is all just another fucking nightmare." Her words had faded into a whisper, tears rolling slowly down her face as she mourned. "It's never just another nightmare. Hell, maybe Thanos was right after all," she continued after a brief moment, everyone watching on in guilt and confusion, "maybe half of the universe did deserve to die just to prevent anymore pain, but man do I wish it was all of you bastards instead of all of them." With nothing more than a bitter laugh, [Y/N] turned on her heels and began her way back to her room.

Just before [Y/N] reached the top, someone decided to say something. "Another nightmare?" Steve asked simply, his voice low and compassionate despite hearing such harsh words. With bloodshot eyes, [Y/N] turned to the group and smiled grimly. It was only then did they see how broken she was, how tortured she had been, how desperately she wanted everyone back. Her hair was in knots and tangles, her clothing worn and stained, her nails covered in grime. "Why didn't you come to us?" Steve asked after a moment of long silence, taking careful steps towards [Y/N].

Standing completely still, [Y/N] stared at Steve with an intensity he hadn't seen since the war. "Why didn't I come to you? You were the group that never gave a damn about me," she spat once he was close enough, "Wanda always soothed me when I was upset, y'know? She would sing in her first language and rub my back and do whatever she knew would make me feel better. And I would help Peter with his homework even though he never needed it, he always accepted the help." More tears slid down her cheeks. "Vision would teach me things I never knew, and I would teach him to cook. Sam and Bucky would always argue and I would be the one to break it up," she laughed solemnly, "and once I even spoke to Loki about everything from space to his life, and we had fun together." At this point, [Y/N] was a mess of tears in the middle of the room. No one dared to speak or move in fear of angering her, though she needed no persuasion to be angry - she quickly wiped away the tears, her eyes glaring daggers at everyone. "And what have any of you done for me, ever?! I wasn't an original Avenger and that's why you never gave a shit," she pointed at each individual person, "and I tried so hard to get you to notice me. Whenever Steve was around I would always ask to go to the gym with him, but he'd always say he was busy. Clint and Natasha were always too busy to spar with me. Tony and Bruce were always too busy to teach me anything scientific. And Thor was always in space and too busy conquering people that didn't need to be conquered while his brother fought to be his equal. So, to answer your question Steve, I was too busy to come to you." With those last words of truth and anger, [Y/N] stomped back to her room and locked the door.

It took several days after the outburst for anyone to try to communicate with [Y/N]. Steve was the first, of course, and offered to take her out for whatever dinner she desired, but she declined in a rather rude fashion. The next person to offer to take her out for food was surprisingly Clint, but again she declined. Natasha, Bruce, Thor, they all tried to coax [Y/N] from her room and failed. Tony was the only person to not even attempt to comfort [Y/N] after the outburst because he was hurt from her words, true as they may be. It was that famous ego that held him back, so Steve would say, which would only annoy Tony. Finally, he did walk to [Y/N]'s room and offered to get takeout, she accepted. She told him her order through the door, sniffling and hurt, before he left to grab her food.

That was how everything worked from then on; someone would bring [Y/N] food and she would stay locked away. Everyday was the same process over and over again... until Scott Lang offered an option to travel through time. Of course, [Y/N] thought it was impossible, but when it turned out to be truth, [Y/N] promised herself that she would find Thanos when they went back to their own time. She swore to herself that she would be an Avenger, that she would avenge her fallen friends, and that she would be the death of the Mad Titan.

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Tutor.

Pairing | Bruce Banner x F!Reader

Word Count | 1,569 words

Warnings | Maybe language

Summary | Before Bruce ever became the Hulk, he was in college. The reader and Bruce meet one another in a class and when it's clear that she's having trouble, he comes to the rescue.

Note | Sorry for the long absence, I've been trying to take in the beautiful hellscape that is Infinity War. Remember that requests are open, and enjoy the story!

As much as [Y/N] loved her family, specifically her parents and aunt, she could have cursed them for convincing her to take a course on molecular physics. Not only did she not enjoy the subject at all, but she also had no business taking such a difficult course. Getting into college was a miracle - well, not really a miracle, [Y/N] was ranked twenty-third out of fifty-one at her high school graduation - and yet they had convinced her to do something far above her comfort and intelligence zones.

Now [Y/N] sat in a class with her hand sore from scribbling everything the professor, Dr. Thompson, was saying. None of it made a lick of sense, but she prayed that when she studied them later that she might be able to decipher what was going on. The lecture, while it made no sense, also managed to bore [Y/N] almost into a slumber. The young man a few metal chairs away kept glancing over with mild concern - it was obvious that she had no idea what was happening - but she had yet to notice him.

Once the lecture was finally over two hours later, [Y/N] left the bland white room and began her way to the ladies dorm with a yawn. It was barely two in the afternoon and she felt like she needed three years worth of sleep. The young man from before followed her out of the class quietly, hoping to catch up with her and offer his help - he had a brilliant mind, so his professors had all told him. "Uh, excuse me," his timid voice called out once he felt confident enough, "we're in the same molecular physics class, and I was wondering if you, uh, needed help with any of it?" It was a rushed question, almost showing just how nervous he was.

Curious, [Y/N] turned around to find the slightly taller young man standing awkwardly as he patiently awaited an answer. His hands clutched a stack of heavy books to his chest as his glasses slid a bit down his nose, his brunet hair a mess of curls, and his smile almost forced; she thought he was cute, but also appreciated the offer. "I would really appreciate it, actually," [Y/N] answered after a moment of agonizing silence, "my folks pushed me into the class even though I don't know what's going on, or want to be there." She smiled, offering some explanation as to why she looked like a lost puppy - apparently it was obvious, otherwise he wouldn't be offering her help. Along with his awkward composure, she noticed the untucked purple shirt and one size too large kaki pants that he wore; he looked sloppy, but that meant nothing about his personality or intellect.

With a much less forced smile and a silent sigh of relief, the young man visibly relaxed. "I can meet with you on Tuesday and Wednesday afternoons, along with Sunday. My schedule is full during the rest of the week," he offered in a conversational manner, "as a matter of fact, I happen to, uh, be free right now. Would you like to join me in the cafe?" A light blush covered the young man's cheeks, his fingers picking nervously at the face of his books. There were four books, all of them to do with a type of science. It was mildly intimidating for [Y/N] since she could hardly understand the science she was currently enrolled in.

The offer the seemingly nameless young man put out was quite kind, and while [Y/N] was hopelessly tired, she nodded her head in agreement. "I would love that," she grinned and began walking toward the cafe, "my name is [Y/N], by the way. [Y/N] [L/N]." Her eyes glanced at the sloppily dressed young man, hoping he would catch on and reply with his own name.

The young man's eyes widened and he almost came to a full stop, another blush dusting his cheeks in a light pink. "Right, uh, I'm so sorry," he apologized with an embarrassed stutter, "I'm Bruce. Bruce Banner, actually, but most people just call me Bruce because it's my first name." His voice trailed off when he realized he was babbling on about something so trivial. Like before, his nails picked at the books he held - a nervous habit.

Silence fell upon the pair as they continued to the cafe, thick and unnerving. Neither dared to break it for no particular reason, though [Y/N] hummed a familiar tune to herself. "An old Irish song, so my mother once told me," she murmured as they entered the cafe, "I never did understand the lyrics, but the rhythm always did stick with me." She added needlessly, approaching the register as Bruce nodded along. Her eyes scanned the board before she offered her favorite flavor of coffee and a little croissant to go with it, her hand instinctively going for her wallet.

Bruce handed a ten to the cashier before ordering his own beverage and food - a coffee with cinnamon and a small ham sandwich, an odd combo. "I was raised to always pay if out with a lady," he explained as the two went to sit, noticing the shocked expression [Y/N] briefly had, "Now, about the, uh, the course.. If you would, explain what you need help with." His books hit the booth beside him with a hard thud, gaining a few looks from other students.

Gratefully smiling, [Y/N] laid her own books beside her quietly. "I appreciate it, Bruce. None of my ex boyfriends had the decency to even hold the door open, so it means a lot," after realizing how awkward the statement had been, [Y/N]'s face danced with a red flush of embarrassment, "anyways, I don't really understand anything with the course. I mean, I've never been very good at any type of science." The waiter brought the couple their orders, giving the two an almost knowing smile.

Obviously confused at the look the waiter gave the two, Bruce sipped his piping hot coffee with a blissful smile. "Well we're going to have some work to do then," he chuckled slightly, a soft little laugh that made [Y/N] grin to herself, "and I doubt we'll get everything covered in just one day, so here's my number." He scribbled numbers down on a napkin, pushing his glasses back up his nose as they slipped. His hand brushed against her own as he handed her the napkin - both people flushed.

The rest of the day was filled with confusing sciences, molecular physics and more, and plenty of laughs. It was only when the day had reached darkness that the two decided - albeit hesitantly - that it was time to head to their respective dorms. Bruce offered to walk with [Y/N] to the women's dorm, which she gratefully accepted. Never did she expect to meet someone as smart as Bruce and actually get along with them, especially someone as adorably dorky as Bruce. "Although it was mostly studying, today was wonderful," she gushed quietly as they walked side by side, occasionally brushing against one another, "I hope that we'll get to hang out some more. For teaching purposes, of course." It was clear that feelings were beginning to develop, though [Y/N] still feared they would be one sided. This fear was set at ease when Bruce stopped and grabbed her hands shyly, gazing into her eyes with a soft smile.

To be fair, Bruce had stopped because they neared the entrance to the women's dorm - but when he realized that he had been right about [Y/N] flirting with him, he took the opportunity to set up a proper date. "Maybe not entirely teaching purposes," he suggested before leaning only slightly closer, "maybe this time we can go on a proper date.. if that's what you want, of course. I, uh, I wouldn't ever force anything-!" His words were cut short by [Y/N] pressing a feather light kiss to his cheek, her hands squeezing his reassuringly.

A fierce blushed covered both people's cheeks as they held one another, silently pondering to themselves what to do next. "I would love to go on a proper date with you, you big nerd," she playfully teased, "all you have to do is call upon me." She reached into her pocket with one hand before returning it to Bruce's hand, sliding a crumpled piece of paper into it. He smiled the most genuine smile she thought she'd ever see.

Without much thought, Bruce pressed his forehead against [Y/N]'s forehead, though he made no move to kiss her. "I have never met a woman like you - confident yet shy, quirky, intelligent, adorable," the shyness in his tone returned, "would you mind if I, uh, if I kissed you? I don't want to make you uncom-!" Again Bruce was interrupted by [Y/N]'s lips, but this time they pressed sweetly against his own. She was warm and soft and everything he had never knew he wanted, but now desperately craved.

Pulling away with half lidded eyes and a small giggle, [Y/N] gave Bruce a small wave goodbye and headed into the dorm - butterflies in her stomach. Bruce remained outside to think about how nothing would've changed had he not taken a chance, and he promised to always take chances that were worth it from then on. How was he supposed to know years later that he would create the Hulk?

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The Malicious.

Pairing | Loki Laufyson x F!Reader

Word Count | 2,161 words

Warnings | Language, major character death

Summary | The reader is of Midgard, though after being abducted at a young age, she becomes a weapon for Muspelheim. Asgard declares war on Muspelheim and the prince Loki takes the reader as a prisoner of war, only to later offer her a deal to save her life.

At the young age of seven, [Y/N] was rambunctious and often rebelled against what her parents told her - primarily being staying outside until far after the sun had disappeared beyond the horizon. Her parents, in the beginning, would always chastise [Y/N] and fret over where she had been. It was always the same answer: the hill in the forest. A hill should be nothing too exciting, her parents always thought, but she begged to differ. Her descriptions always varied from seeing fairies to blue and green men, yet she consistently made it seem magical. After much time had passed, [Y/N]'s parents began to worry less and less about the whereabouts of their daughter; they knew she would return eventually. Perhaps that is why the anxiety didn't kick in until after their baby had been missing for over twenty-four hours. Police were informed as soon as the sun had risen on the second day of [Y/N]'s disappearance. Any responsible parent would have continued to be concerned once they found their child had been in the forest alone, but [Y/N]'s parents eased their anxiety and effectively had their daughter ripped from them.

The night of the disappearance of [Y/N], she had been in the forest where she always was - the hill. As the sun had set, the young lady had stood to return home for supper. In the corner of her eye, a bright flash of light engulfed the entire forest. Being so young and curious, it only made sense that she would investigate. Her little legs ran towards the light, deeper into the forest, as she laughed. It must have been the fairies playing tricks on her, though she didn't realize she only imagined the mythical creatures and that the light was very real. [Y/N] approached the light, finding a spaceship as the cause. Well, that was definitely not the fairies. "My dear girl," spoke a woman's voice with concern, "why are you out here all alone? Would you like to come with me, eat?" Asked the woman as [Y/N] spun around. This woman was fire red in color, and while that alone should have alarmed the young lady, it only appealed to her. Nodding her head and taking the woman's hand, [Y/N] went into the spaceship with her and it flew off in a flash. This woman was a creature of space, a very real threat that had taken [Y/N] to a distant area of the Nine Realms.

Odyssey, the woman who had taken [Y/N], decided that keeping the girl and training her for combat would be best. The war that Asgard sought with the Muspelheim people would be one-sided at best unless the Muspelheim raised more warriors. "From now forward, you will be known to the Realms as [Y/N] the Malicious," stated Odyssey with purpose, "the key to bringing down the Asgardians." She muttered ever so softly, smiling at the young girl with a disarming charm.

Many years passed by without contact from the Asgardians, approximately twenty, until the Muspelheim people withdrew from the trade agreements. Only days after withdrawal, the Asgardians launched a full attack. The front line consisted of the typical warriors, the princes Thor and Loki, and Odin himself. Fortunately, the Muspelheim people were prepared and launched a counterattack. Leading their troops was young [Y/N] the Malicious, her eyes shining with anticipation.

Death surrounded the battling troops as everyone grew fatigued, the stench great enough to cause nausea. The unfortunate souls left fighting were the elite warriors of both sides, though even they had no desire to continue. [Y/N] met one of the princes - Loki - with as much strength as she could muster, her spear clashing with his sword. The god of mischief quickly took the upper hand, pinning the young woman to the cold dirt below and ripped her armored helmet from her. He hesitated. "You are not of Muspelhiem blood," he almost smiled, "Odin will be most pleased with your capture." Chains appeared beside the prince, and quickly he wrapped [Y/N] in them. She fought and struggled to no avail, all the way to Asgard. It was clear that the Muspelheim had lost this battle, perhaps [Y/N] was not properly prepared, but the war was just beginning.

Asgard was as beautiful as the tales said, even the cell that [Y/N] had been locked in. A guard had informed her that Odin would speak with Loki before deciding her fate, though she knew death awaited her. Every tale she had heard of Asgardians slaughtering innocents filled her terrified mind, but she would show no fear, even in the face of death. Almost as if the thought of death had summoned him, Loki appeared with a cheshire grin on his lips.

The prince paced just beyond the unbreakable glass that trapped [Y/N], staring into her soul as she remained seated on her bed and calm. "Odin has made a decision about your fate," Loki came to a harsh stop, "this decision is a mistake. So, I come with an offer or as the bringer of death." His tone remained unwavering and calm, a confidence laced within that peaked [Y/N]'s interest. The cheshire smile had faded into a more appropriate face of stone, though hints of a smirk tried at the corners of his lips.

Standing from the bed, [Y/N] stalked over to where Loki stood on the opposite side of the glass. "An offer, you say? Go on." Her hand touched the glass just barely, her fingertips brushing against the cold surface and recoiling. It hadn't been that cold before. Curious.

Loki removed his hand from the glass, allowing it to return to a normal temperature. "Indeed," came his quick response, "you may take Odin's fate for you, or you assist me in taking the throne." The snort of laughter that came from [Y/N] had most definitely startled Loki, his eyes narrowing like a cat's.

Muffling her laughter with one hand, [Y/N] steadied herself with one hand against the glass. "You must take me for a fool," she stated breathlessly, holding back her giggles, "you may desire the throne, but I don't believe this offer. A trick from the god of mischief? Perhaps a test from the king?" Her tone had become icy, any presence of amusement gone. "Execute me and be done with it, prince. I will not be mocked by some Asgardian," came her heated snarl, her hand hitting the glass, "there remains no reason to keep me alive other than to play with my mind, and frankly, I refuse to play your games." By now [Y/N] had finished everything she had to say and returned to her bed, lying down and staring at the ceiling. Anger fumed off of her, heat to be more accurate - her body let off smoke, light and grey in color.

If he hadn't wanted this mysterious person on his side before, Loki certainly did now. "You are not of Muspelheim blood," he stated just as he had on the battlefield, "tell me, what are you?" He entered the cell, standing in amazement at the door. [Y/N] rolled her eyes, though the smoke ceased to exist. Tears had welled up in her eyes, her fists closed at her hips in order to prevent her from crying.

[Y/N] made no move to look at Loki, even as he inched his way farther toward her. "I am of Midgard. What I become when I am too excited is due to my Muspelheim parents," she explained with a weaker voice, "they forced magic into me, desperately hoping I would become all powerful in the practice, but all I received for their sins was a curse. But Muspelheim was - is - my home, so there's nothing to be done." Never had that story been told to anyone, and now that it had, [Y/N] realized how much it truly hurt. Though, somehow, she did not miss Midgard.

Though he wasn't typically someone who took sympathy on others, the story reminded Loki of himself. The only thing different was that [Y/N] knew what she was, where she came from. "I am a Frost Giant, from Jotunheim, Laufy's son. Odin 'rescued' me," he revealed as he stood by her bed, "assist me in ruling Asgard and I will assist you in ruling Midgard. Or Muspelheim, if you prefer." The second time he offered was much more appealing than the first. This information explained the sudden icyness to the glass as well.

Sighing, [Y/N] sat up in the bed and nodded. "Fine, Laufyson, I will aid you in gaining the throne for a throne on Midgard." She looked at Loki with a nervous glance, watching as he walked to the door. He gave her one last look before leaving the cell and walking down the hallway, though as he left there was a hint of a smirk on his lips.

Several hours passed midnight, [Y/N] was woken by someone shaking her. Opening her eyes, she looked straight into mystifying green eyes and nearly screamed. "We take our leave," stated the owner of the eyes with amusement, "perhaps you should tell me your name." [Y/N] pushed the god out of her way, grumbling under her breath as she stretched her body. Hardly being able to see in the dark, she silently grabbed Loki by the shoulder and made a motion for him to lead her. It was clear he understood and saw her as he began to walk silently, his own hand resting on her own to ensure that she wouldn't run off. Did Loki trust her? No, which is why he was always two steps ahead.

Instinctively tensing on touch, [Y/N] attempted to yank her hand from Loki. His grasp was more powerful than she originally thought since her hand remained firmly in place, a low hum of amusement coming from the god. "[Y/N] - my name, that is. Nicknamed the Malicious by my people." She yawned, allowing her body to relax. The surrounding area was hard to see, but clearly the throne room by the way pillars towered throughout. Surely gaining the throne would not be so easy, perhaps Loki had tricked her into her death?

Sensing the sudden hesitation from [Y/N], Loki came to a halt and faced her. Her hand fell from his shoulder, her eyes holding confusion as she stared into his illuminated green eyes. "In order to take the throne, Odin will either appoint me or he'll have to be executed," his voice held an angry undertone, "and seeing that Thor, despite his temporary banishment, is his choice for the throne, Odin will have to die." Murdering the king was suicide should anyone find out who did it, which was why Loki had recruited her. "His chambers lie just beyond here. You will kill him, or I you." Loki ordered upon handing [Y/N] a small knife, easy to be disposed of.

There was no winning option here, [Y/N] had come to realize. With the knife in hand, she silently crept through the black into the chambers of Odin and Frigga. The queen slept peacefully away from her husband, looking fragile in the pale moonlight that seeped in from the window. Remorse, guilt, and hesitation ran through [Y/N]'s veins like ice. She had killed before, why not now? Her hands raised the knife above the snoring Odin, directly above his heart, and plunged the sharp edge into his chest.

The next few moments were chaotic beyond recognition. Odin awoke with a gasp of pain as blood seeped into the sheets below him, successfully waking Frigga in the process. Frigga screamed as her husband bled out slowly in front of her, and [Y/N] fled the bed chambers. She ran through the corridor, bumping noisily into objects as the echo of guards feet came trampling, her feet carrying her to Loki. The prince had surprisingly stayed in place, a startling smile on his lips.

Grabbing [Y/N] by the hand, Loki led her to his hiding place within the palace. It was somehow in the walls, somewhere no one would think to look. "Stay here. There are rations for the next two weeks should I not return by then, but be warned that when I return we seek war with Midgard on your behalf." There was excitement in Loki, practically radiating off of him. This was what he always wanted, his birthright. "[Y/N], before I take my leave, you have a fitting name; it is of elegance and beauty, but also a bringer of death, much like yourself." The delicious pink that tinted [Y/N]'s lips pleased the prince, and he took his leave.

Asgard would be under the rule of Loki, the son of Laufey, and Midgard would be under the rule of [Y/N] the Malicious soon enough.

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Illusion.

Pairing | Avengers x F!Reader, minor Loki x F!Reader

Word Count | 1,232 words

Warnings | Language, Thanos

Summary | The reader is trapped within an illusion as the Mad Titan searches for her.

It was quite bizarre to live without being a protector of the world, specifically an Avenger. Since the age of only twelve, [Y/N] had known about her abilities. Now she was much older, in her late twenties now, and completely devoid of any of her abilities due to something unknown from one of the Nine Realms. The doctors, both Banner and Strange, had theorized it was one of the magical stones that roamed about the universe based on the suddenness of the loss. While it wasn't impossible, it wasn't entirely likely either. [Y/N] had never been in contact with any of the six magical stones, which were known as the infinity stones, nor had she ever been anywhere near one.

Another less qualified in the world in which the doctors covered decided to put his input into the theory pot since he had lived in Asgard for his entire life, this being Thor. He theorized that one of the magical beings within what Midgardians called 'space' had targeted [Y/N] for a specific reason. Why would this being strip her of her power, if this was true? Nothing that anyone had come up with seemed to make much sense, yet having abilities such as telepathy and telekinesis hardly made any sense, either.

For several months the doctors worked as hard as they could to explain the loss of [Y/N]'s abilities or return them, but to no avail. Eventually, they had given up at the request of [Y/N]. Now that she was used to not having any abilities, it had become almost irrelevant to her whether she had them or not. Of course saving the world was beyond her biggest dreams, but living in it without having to worry with what would attack next was quite nice. Everything was peachy among the Avengers and [Y/N] as she was still considered to be an Avenger for her physical capabilities, until a threat known as Thanos made himself known.

It had been a normal day within the Avengers Tower with everyone doing their own thing; Natasha and Clint were sparring, Wanda and Vision were simply talking, Tony and Bruce were in the lab doing whatever it is that one does in a lab, Pietro and Sam were enjoying some horror movie in the living room, Steve and Rhodey were working to improve Rhodey's movement, and [Y/N] was talking with Thor about what the cosmos held on the roof. The conversation mostly contained the creatures he had met, along with some of the sights he had seen.

Peace was rare among the Avengers, whether as a team or as individuals, so [Y/N] found herself with many questions. "Is there any major threats in space?" Her curious voice made Thor smile slightly, for he had never seen anyone so interested in the Nine Realms other than their own. The thought of a looming menace in the skies was mildly terrifying, though Loki and his army of Chitauri were ultimately defeated despite the hardship.

Allowing his legs to dangle from the tower, Thor tilted his head to stare as if danger was imminent. "There are rumors and old tales of a titan gone mad - the Mad Titan, Thanos. Never have I seen him, but almost the entire universe fears him for good reason," he paused for a moment as if recalling something, "one of the many tales I have unfortunately heard involved Thanos destroying an entire planet and race of people. Legend says that the Mad Titan showed no mercy. That is how he acquired one of his highly trained daughters, Gamora." He explained briefly, not specifying what happened as to not frighten the younger woman.

Sensing the sudden hesitation of Thor, [Y/N] decided to not question him any further as to not upset him. "Well, this Thanos sounds like an immense jerk," she joked lightly in hopes of easing the tension, "would you like to go inside with the rest of the team?" She asked politely, her hand resting on Thor's shoulder after she stood. The Asgardian simply shook his head, his eyes remaining on the skies. A bit perturbed, [Y/N] made her way back into the tower to maybe relax with some of the others.

Everything that had occured that day had been a lie, except the story of the Mad Titan - Thanos. With the assistance of both Loki and Dr. Strange, the Avengers had cast the illusion that everything was calm. In reality, Loki was the one that [Y/N] had been speaking to the entire time, everyone else was merely an illusion. [Y/N] had only discovered this after heading back inside of the tower since everyone had mysteriously disappeared, and it clicked in her head that Thor sounded off with the way he spoke. "Loki," she hissed as she sprinted back to the roof, the illusion remaining, "I know you're not Thor, Loki. What the hell is going on?" Her voice came out shrill, panic settling in.

Seeing there was no other way out, Loki allowed his end of the illusion to fade and reveal himself. "The story I told you," began the god with solemn in his tone, "Thanos is here on Midgard, looking for six magical gems known as the Infinity Stones. Not only does he look for this power, but he searches for you." He explained, taking slow and deliberate steps toward [Y/N]. "I was tasked with ensuring your safety and lack of knowledge of this event however, it is best you know now that most of your comrades will perish. They asked you remain in hiding due to your lack of abilities because you would have gotten yourself killed," he continued after a moment, "and perhaps this is for the best, [Y/N]; Thanos would likely butcher you like he will the others." It was clear that Loki meant to comfort [Y/N], but his words only made her more anxious.

As Loki gently wrapped his hand around her wrist, [Y/N]'s vision went blurry for a moment before showing her what had truly been happening. New York was nearly obliterated, especially near where Strange kept himself. "No.. No," she whispered in horror as the vision ended and Loki removed his hand from her wrist, "that isn't happening, you're lying!" Came her accusation as tears welled in her eyes.

A sad smile crossed Loki's lips for a millisecond, seemingly feeling sorry for [Y/N]. "Seeing as you now know the truth, I take my leave to assist in the fight," he informed her with the most monotone voice he could muster, "I do hope we meet again, [Y/N], for the sake of the universe." Soft, chilling lips pressed against her temple before Loki completely disappeared.

Being trapped within the mirror dimension was nothing short of boring, though it wasn't mirrored thanks to whatever spell Loki had put on [Y/N]. How he got out perplexed her, though she figured he had some device to communicate with Dr. Strange. Her boredom had taken so much of her mind that she failed to notice the crack of orange behind her. Dr. Strange entered the mirror dimension, bloodied and battered beyond belief. Along with Strange, a large purple-skinned creature with a golden gauntlet on one of his hands followed suit.

"What a pleasure it is to finally meet you, [Y/N]."

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Surprise..

Pairing | Tony Stark x F!Reader, Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Word Count | 1,580 words

Warnings | Pregnancy

Summary | In a sequel to 'Unfaithful', the reader finds out she's pregnant with Tony's baby. Unfortunately, she is also starting to have feelings for someone close to them both.

Tears silently strolled down the rosy cheeks of [Y/N] as she read the results of her pregnancy test - or rather, the third one - and felt her entire world collapse in front of her eyes. It was positive. Most any woman would be ecstatic to find that they were with child, but circumstances were considerably different when it came to [Y/N].

The man she had sworn her heart to, her beloved boyfriend that she thought she would someday marry, was caught in bed with another woman (by her) just over a month ago. [Y/N]'s heart was absolutely crushed, and she left with little more than a goodbye. She had also found another potential lover within the group in Steve Rogers. The two had been spending quite a bit of time together since the awful break-up between Tony and [Y/N], even coming extremely close to kissing. Returning to the tower in which the Avengers stayed had not been something she would have ever even considered one week ago, yet now it seemed she had little choice. Besides, the other members of the team would likely be at the tower and able to keep the situation calm.

Never had the place [Y/N] once considered home looked so threatening in size. She made her way to the lounge where her teammates were most often found, her fragile figure shaking and pale. Peaking her head around the corner as to see who was present in the lounge, she spotted only the two assassins and Thor. "Natasha, Clint, Thor," came her quiet greeting, "can you please tell me where I can find.. him?" Her voice cracked, her eyes refusing to meet theirs.

As if the universe had sensed the hesitation in [Y/N], it forced another presence into the room. "It's good to see you, [Y/N]!" Wanda came practically running to greet her friend, nearly tackling her in a hug. The witch took in her friend's appearance after releasing her, her expression turning to one of genuine concern. "You are not here to stay, are you?" It was a rhetorical question as the psychic could read the mind of [Y/N].

A small smile appeared on the lips of [Y/N] at the expression of shock when Wanda entered her mind. "It's rude to read the mind of someone without permission." She chastised playfully, though her tone was not as perky as it should have been.

The other three present sat in mostly silence, allowing the scene before them to take place. "Stark is in the kitchen making lunch," Clint stated cautiously, "are you absolutely sure you want to face him already?" Brotherly anxiety came from the man as he stared over the shaking woman before himself and the others.

Nodding her head solemnly, [Y/N] began the short walk to the kitchen. Her hand clutched the various pregnancy tests in her pocket with such force that her knuckles turned white. As she rounded the corner, Tony came into view. His naturally messy hair looked like it hadn't been washed in days, his clothing baggy and covered in stains, and dark circles obvious under his eyes; this was extremely unlike Tony.

A sudden desire to run overcame [Y/N] and she turned to leave without a second thought, but today the universe was against her. "[Y/N]? What are you doing here?" Tony's voice had stopped her dead in her tracks. He was attempting to sound as if he wasn't pained, but his voice was weaker than usual - it didn't hold it's usual ego.

Hesitation remained in [Y/N] as she turned back to face Tony, her eyes coming close to watering. "I.. need to talk to you about something important," she took a deep breath as he eyed her with too many emotions pent-up in his eyes, "but you look busy, so maybe another time." Again, she turned to leave. Within the first few steps she had taken, Tony had gently grabbed her arm to stop her.

For a moment, the two simply stayed like this and reminisced silently to themselves. [Y/N] faced Tony once more, too close to him for comfort. "I'm not too busy to talk about things." He stared into her eyes, his own bloodshot ones searching for any sign of forgiveness. There was nothing.

Little to the knowledge of the former lovers, a group had gathered outside the door in case of a fight - really they just wanted the gossip. "Okay, well, um.. Iook," was all that [Y/N] could muster as she removed the pregnancy tests from her pocket, "I wanted to be sure before I had to come tell you." She explained the number, her voice failing her.

With the pregnancy tests in hand, Tony let out a shaky breath. Tears pricked at his eyes as he put his arms around [Y/N] in a hug. "I can't believe we're having a baby," he muttered as he pulled away and assessed the expression on [Y/N]'s face. "This is our chance to start fresh. You can come home to everyone here, to me, and we can work things out." He choked on his words as tears openly began to stream down his face. The fact that she didn't want that was obvious.

Taking a cautious step away from Tony, [Y/N] stood conflicted. "As much as I love you, I'm not one of the numerous women you can call on command to sleep with you," her voice came out a bit more bitterly than she had intended, "and I'm not going to tolerate being cheated on. I can't pretend that didn't happen, Tony." It was difficult for her to even look at Tony now. Telling him about her blossoming relationship with Steve would only cause issues - a plethora, at that.

A few of the group outside let out tiny gasps or mumbled how they felt about the situation, including Steve. "She has every right to do what she thinks is best," his statements were more to himself than the others, "besides, he was the one who hurt her." He almost glared at Tony, jealousy creeping up on him.

A scoff came from the billionaire as he shook his head, his finger pointing accusingly at [Y/N]. "There's someone else, isn't there? You sit there with your hypocrisy and tell me you can't pretend that I didn't cheat on you while you're with another man." Temper getting the best of him, Tony threw the pregnancy tests across the room.

[Y/N] jumped when Tony lost his temper, taking another quick step away from him. "I'm not cheating on you - we're not even together anymore for crying out loud! This is all on you, Tony." It had come out in a yell, the tension in the room becoming suffocating. "And even if there was someone else," her words came out as knives, "that'd be none of your business." Her glare had sharpened to match her words as she stared at the man she once thought she couldn't live without.

Advancing on [Y/N], Tony stopped directly in front of her, their bodies practically touching. "It is most definitely my business! Who is he?" His face was only inches from her own as he returned the yell, challenging her with a fire in his eyes. "Maybe we should talk, me and your new guy, and see who's really a man." There was that infamous ego that everyone talked about, not that he was really focused on it at the moment.

Before [Y/N] could shout anything more, Steve appeared from behind the wall concealing him and the others. "I think it's time that you two break it up," he remained as neutral as possible as to not worsen the situation, "why don't you come catch up with everyone, [Y/N]?" In the state Tony's broken hearted mind was, that was enough to set him off.

With an even more broken expression than when [Y/N] left him, Tony took a step away from the woman and looked at the man he secretly considered his best friend. "You've got to be kidding me, right?" Never once did it ever cross Tony that one of the Avengers might be the other man - it was unimaginable to him, especially considering it was Steve. "You," he pointed an accusing finger at Steve now, "have the nerve to steal my woman away from me, Gramps?" The anger had hit him now as he stomped towards Steve with a purpose.

Steve let out a breath that he didn't realize he had been holding, his arms crossing over his chest. "You made your decision a month ago, Tony; you chose yourself," his voice held disappointment, "you can't call [Y/N] yours anymore. Just because you aren't ready to start fresh and move on doesn't mean she isn't." Wise words from a wise man, at least to anyone who wasn't Tony Stark.

Shaking his head, Tony took a step back and let out a spiteful laugh. "Are you sure the baby isn't his? I mean, look at how protective he is already!" He mocked the super soldier, walking towards his room. A flight around in the suit would help clear his aching, angry mind.

"We haven't slept together," called [Y/N] after Tony before directing her attention to Steve, "what the hell are we going to do now?" She slumped into his arms, her head on his shoulder as a sigh escaped her.

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Unfaithful.

Pairing | Tony Stark x F!Reader

Word Count | 1,017 words

Warnings | Cheating, language, light smut

Summary | The reader had expected something was up, but that didn't numb the pain.

The sound coming from upstairs was unmistakable; moans of pleasure and the bed creaking signified that Tony was having another woman. It came as no surprise to [Y/N] since she had suspected that Tony had been doing something despicable behind her back, but the anger that boiled her blood was not something she had anticipated. She had expected to catch Tony in the act and simply leave him - apparently nothing was ever that cut and dry. To make matters even worse, none of the others were currently in the tower to help her control her anger.

Exhaling sharply, [Y/N] marched upstairs and to the bedroom she shared with Tony. A woman, young blonde beauty, was sitting on top of Tony completely nude. His hands roamed her body as she rode him, her perky breasts bouncing in his face with each move she made. Pure bliss covered both of their faces, along with sweat and a dark blush - there was no telling how long they had been at it. "It's good to finally know that I was just another notch in your belt, Tony. Now, please excuse me, I need to grab my suitcase." [Y/N] couldn't hide the rage in her voice. As she walked to gather her suitcase, Tony scrambled to get the young woman off of him and cover himself.

After finding his boxers, Tony stood and walked over to [Y/N] with a terrified expression. "Babe, let me explain," she ignored the useless attempt at a consolidation, "[Y/N], babe, let's talk about this." His own pain punched him in the face as [Y/N] began downstairs with her suitcase. The blonde on the bed was confused and felt horrible upon realizing what she'd done; she couldn't be blamed for Tony's lying.

A bitter laugh came from [Y/N] as she hurried down the stairs faster, the pain of being cheated on finally hitting her in the gut as tears threatened to fill her eyes. "You really played me like a goddamn fiddle," she whispered upon making it to the bottom of the stairs, she knew Tony had heard her, "tell me, when did you realize you didn't love me?" Her voice had raised as heat radiated throughout her body, snapping her body around to face Tony.

It was clear that Tony had expected the snap, his body coming to a stop only a few feet away from [Y/N]. "Can we have this conversation when you're not upset?" The question was not only completely inappropriate and insensitive, but it was also full of that Tony Stark ego.

[Y/N] stood in astonishment at the ego that leaked off of Tony, in this situation of all situations. She answered him with her hand connecting with his face, leaving it with a bright print and a painful sting. "For once, there's something you won't be able to fix, Tony." With those hateful and sorrowful words, [Y/N] turned and kept walking. Tears streamed down her rosy cheeks, her nose sniffling as she made it outside.

Inside, Tony had a breakdown. His face was covered in tears, his hand holding where his now ex girlfriend had slapped him, his world had come crumbling down. He was a screw up, that he knew. "She doesn't know what she's saying," he muttered through his silent sobs, "she'll be back. She can't live without me." Back against the wall, Tony crumpled to the floor and let out every emotion he was feeling.

Searching for a taxi, [Y/N] heard a worried voice call out for her. She turned, wiping her eyes and nose, spotting Wanda and Vision. "[Y/N], where are you going? Is everything okay?" The brunette ran up to [Y/N] with a motherly concern, her significant other standing awkwardly beside her. It was enough to make a small smile tug at [Y/N]'s lips, though her anger and sorrow was obvious.

With her index finger, [Y/N] pointed to the tower that she had once called home. "Tony was fucking another woman," came her heated response, "so, I'm leaving. I don't know where, but I'll find somewhere." She explained after a deep breath, attempting and failing to calm herself. A taxi finally came to a stop, and before Wanda could probe her any further, [Y/N] climbed in and left.

Wanda, alongside Vision, headed into the tower with an intense gaze that she planned on yelling at Tony with. When she found him crumpled down on the floor, surrounded by more than a few broken objects, sobbing into his hands, her plan dramatically changed. "Mr. Stark?" Vision spoke up as Wanda crouched beside Tony, the billionaire slowly lifting his head.

Snot ran down Tony's nose and lips, mixing with salty tears. "I really- I fucked everything up this time," he choked as his eyes met Wanda's, "and I know I'll never be able to fix it." Another sob tore through Tony as he threw his arms around Wanda, almost knocking her over with the force. She awkwardly - him only in boxers making her a bit more awkward than usual - wrapped her arms around him, and though he was the one in the wrong, it tugged at her heart to see him so distressed.

After a few minutes of this, Vision helped Wanda lift Tony to his feet. The couple assisted Tony to his room, laying him on his bed. "Just close your eyes for now. You'll still be hurting in the morning," Wanda spoke with sympathy, "this will be a pain you will never forget. Maybe you've learned a lesson to not cheat on your loved one." It was a subtle stab to make sure that Tony knew she didn't believe he was in the right, but he had already knew that. He knew that when he made the choice.

Wanda and Vision left the room, leaving Tony to his thoughts. Most of them were self loathing, self destructive, and hatred of himself. This was all his fault, and there was absolutely nothing he could do to get back the love of his life.

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Just In Case.

Pairing | Clint x F!Reader

Word Count | 669 words

Warnings | Mention of Thanos, mention of the end of the world

Summary | Clint somewhat confesses his feelings after taking the reader to the countryside, and with the end of the world imminent, they have limited time together.

The country was not something that [Y/N] was familiar with at all, so when Clint offered to take her to his little home in the woods she couldn't refuse. By the time the two friends had made it, after laughing at nothing and terrible carpool karaoke, it was dark outside. The truck they were in made for the perfect spot to gaze at the amazing nighttime in the country.

The beauty of the night no longer covered in city lights, the silence and lack of people, and the comfort of her best friend beside her moved [Y/N]. "I see why you chose the country," She mused quietly, "It's beautiful and peaceful here. Nothing at all like New York." The smile on her lips was the most genuine it had ever been.

Clint noticed how entranced [Y/N] was with the country night, a smile of his own forming on his lips. "I came here for an escape, too," he added quietly, taking in the way the stars twinkled in her eyes, "that's why I asked you here, [Y/N/N]; you're an escape of mine, and quite frankly, probably my favorite." He confessed as the moonlight danced across her skin, making her look even more attractive. Her face held surprise, but deep down she had always suspected this of Clint - even he knew that.

With a shy laugh, [Y/N] leaned into Clint and laid her head on his shoulder. "I've always thought the same about you, Clint. Dare I say that I might even love you," her words faded into a smile, "we should go inside and tell the others that we're here." It wasn't that [Y/N] didn't want to talk about her feelings, but that she simply didn't know how. Being a professional assassin for SHIELD didn't allow her much time to have feelings.

Though he tried to hide it, Clint's smile had become forced, just as the nod he used to answer [Y/N]. She had confessed to him, but didn't make any move or say anything more. Knowing well to not push the assassin, he followed her inside with a heavy sigh and a lot on his mind.

The night had been going well until [Y/N] decided to head back outside, allegedly too cramped up in the house. In reality she was having an internal conflict, her emotions building up. She sat on the swinging bench outside the house, folding one leg under her as she admired the stars. "Why can't I just make the move? I mean, I basically told him I loved him," she murmured under her breath, "how is it that out of everyone in the galaxies, he's the one that I can't be with?" The pitch night sky turned an unnatural purple, then red. It was startling enough that [Y/N] ran into the house - she knew what was happening. "Clint, he's here- Thanos is here." Fear laced her voice as she yelled, her eyes going wide in horror. There was nothing she could do - she knew Clint would leave.

Surely enough, Clint rushed to grab his packed bow and quiver before heading to the door. "I've got to go help," he was clearly terrified, "stay here and stay safe." Simple order, he thought, but [Y/N] was not someone who followed orders well. She ran out after him, getting into the truck just before he could drive off. "Absolutely not. You're not dying-" before Clint could finish [Y/N] pressed a ginger kiss to his lips. Without hesitation, he kissed her back as if his life depended on it.

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and just in case this is the end, I want to be with you." Tears filled her eyes as she whispered the words, a thunderous bang echoing throughout the world. Whatever Thanos was bringing, she would have to fight back not only for the planet she called home, but the world she had found in Clint.

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My Little Girl.

Pairing | Peter Parker x F!Reader with implied Stony

Word Count | 1,008 words

Warnings | Language

Summary | The reader is woken up on her day off just so she can meet this Spiderman guy. Turns out that he's quite cute.

Waking up to rock music blaring throughout the Avengers Tower at nine in the morning on an off day was not something that [Y/N] would consider pleasant - the fact that it was likely Tony's doing made it no better, either.

In her pajamas, angry as all hell, [Y/N] stormed out of her room to the kitchen to find just what Tony thought he was doing. It didn't surprise her to see that everyone was out of bed already, fully dressed and less than happy. "What the fuck is going on in here?" She muttered angrily, her harsh gaze settling on Tony. Steve had a disappointed expression on his face from her language, but decided against saying anything to anger her further.

A look of mild fear briefly crossed Tony before he offered the young woman a smile. "I wanted to get everyone together to meet Peter Parker; he's also known as the Spiderman." His voice lacked it's regular egotistical tone, so it was clear that Tony was trying to do something halfway decent for once.

Without more than a huff of frustration, [Y/N] headed back to her bedroom to change. From what Tony had told her, which wasn't much, this Peter kid was around her age; he was also practically Tony's son. [Y/N] was more of Steve's daughter, save for her foul language that he hated so. Tony was not her favorite person due to his never ending ego. After her hair was brushed, she put on a loose t-shirt and jeans before heading back downstairs. Her gaze settled on Tony again as she sat down by Steve, still glaring. "Sorry for the cursing." She mumbled to Steve after a moment, her gaze softening as it landed on him.

Steve smiled and put an arm around the shoulders of [Y/N], her head coming to rest on his shoulder. "It's okay, kiddo. I can understand why you were upset - are upset - but try to behave, hm?" He teased lightly, ruffling her hair a bit before releasing her. She let out a playful huff and lightly punched Steve's arm.

Before the two could continue their bonding that Tony found disgusting, a teenage boy walked in with a nervous smile on his face. "Hi everyone," he greeted awkwardly, "I'm Peter. Parker." His eyes had landed on [Y/N] and he couldn't help the goofy grin that tugged at his lips. She was beautiful. How could Tony not tell him about her?

Tony walked over to Peter with a proud smirk, throwing his arm around the boy's shoulders. "Peter, I'd like you to meet the Avengers. Let's start with Legolas," chuckled the billionaire, "Clint Barton, the Hawkeye. He never misses, blah blah blah. Then, of course, the dangerous Black Widow, Natasha Romanoff. She'll kill you before you know she's there," he noticed Peter staring at [Y/N], "and this lovely young lady is our very own [S/N], but we like to call her [Y/N] [L/N]. Surprisingly dangerous for such a young girl, also very single." Tony winked at Peter, the boy's cheeks turning pink. Steve gave Tony a disapproving look as the girl beside him began to blush as well.

As Tony continued with the ridiculous and unnecessary introductions, [Y/N] found herself studying the teen. He was definitely attractive, and from the little he was able to talk, he was quite funny as well. "Peter," interrupted the young woman as Tony talked about Thor, "would you like to go grab a coffee? There's a nice place I know just down the road." The room was stunned to silence at the bold question, namely Steve.

Peter turned pink once again, his eyes looking anxiously at the super soldier with a growing frown. "Now? Like, right now?" He asked with a certain excitement to his voice, the room still very silent. Tony nudged Peter and gave him a 'just go, you little idiot' look.

Just as Steve was about to begin protesting on how the Spider Boy should not be allowed to go out with his precious and innocent [Y/N], the two teens ran out the door. "How could you let your Spider Boy go anywhere near my [Y/N]? They're far too young to be going out alone, let alone dating. She deserves a gentleman, not some kid that doesn't respect authority." Steve ranted to Tony, the others in the room leaving before they were dragged into it.

With a roll of his eyes, Tony let out a huff. "They're kids, let them live a little; this isn't the 1900's anymore, Steve. Besides, they're not totally alone," this intrigued Steve, "I've got Rhodey observing them from afar to make sure your little girl doesn't do anything I would - Peter, too." The blush that covered Steve would put a firetruck to shame.

"She's not my little girl.. I just - she means a lot to me, is all," Steve explained with embarrassment lacing his words, "I don't want her to get hurt so early in life - or at all, for that matter." He added with a small smile, still obviously embarrassed. It wasn't something that everyone didn't already know, but hearing Tony call her 'your little girl' meant the world to him.

A sympathetic smile crossed Tony's lips for a second before disappearing, replaced with a scoff. "Get it together, old man," he teased as per usual, "but I'll help you protect her, always. She means a lot to me too, just like Peter." He muttered as if he wanted no one to hear.

As Steve went to reply, the phone in Tony's pocket rang. It was Rhodey. He picked it up, putting it on speaker so that Steve could hear as well. "They're hoLDING HANDS!" He yelled into the phone, both men going into defensive mode.

Tony closed the call and yelled for his Ironman suit. "He's dead." He muttered as the suit came. He stepped into it and flew off. Steve grabbed his shield, nodding to himself.

"No one touches my little girl."

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Nightmare.

Pairing | Tony Stark x F!Reader

Word Count | 566 words

Warnings | Nightmare, mention of murder

Summary | The reader has a terrible nightmare and looks for someone to console her, and it just so happens to be Tony Stark.

Sweat dripped down [Y/N]'s body as she jolted awake from a haunting nightmare, gasping for air in terror. Her eyes were as wide as humanly possible and slowly filling with salty tears, her body beginning to shake as she left the warmth of her bed. The digital clock beside the bed emitted a green light that read just after midnight. "FRIDAY, is anyone currently awake?" Came the timid voice of [Y/N] as she covered her near nude body with a robe. The t-shirt and boy shorts she was wearing left little to the imagination.

The artificial intelligence that ran through the facility came to life, static crinkling through the speakers as it checked for anyone not sleeping. "Only one person is currently awake: Mr. Stark. He is avaliable in his laboratory downstairs." The voice of the A.I stated with a calculating precision.

[Y/N] briefly thanked the artifical intelligence before leaving her room to go to Tony's lab. She wasn't as close with Tony as she was say someone like Wanda or Clint, but she needed comfort desperately. As she approached the door of the lab she spotted Tony hard to work, too caught up in his own world to notice her fragile figure. "Tony?" [Y/N] mumbled loud enough to gain his attention as she walked into the room, tears streaming down her cheeks.

It was clear that Tony was surprised to see [Y/N], let alone see her in hysterics. "[Y/N], are you okay?" She obviously wasn't, but he was exactly sure how to console her. Watching as the young woman shook her head, he knew that he had to do something. "What's going on?" If he could figure out what was causing her so much stress, maybe he could help in some way.

Tony motioned for [Y/N] to come over to him, which she gladly did. Her arms were immediately around him, her head buried in his chest. "I had a nightmare.. I killed everyone.. I- I didn't mean to.." She sobbed incoherently into his chest. He had been tense when she first hugged onto him, but now he had relaxed into her touch.

The feeling of Tony's hand running through her hair calmed [Y/N] to the point she was no longer crying, now just holding Tony for comfort. "It's okay, [Y/N/N], we're all alive and well. It was just a bad dream," he soothed her as best as he could, "I've got you. Do you want to stay with me?" It wasn't a question that he really intended to ask, but as it came out and he felt her nodding into his chest he smiled slightly.

Being as gentle as possible, Tony led [Y/N] upstairs and to his bedroom. It was lavish, but that didn't really matter much to her at the moment. He took her robe, his eyes staying off of her body respectfully, and went to grab her a warm washcloth for her eyes. When he returned, she was already in his enormous bed with her hands clutching the covers. It was cute, he thought. "Thank you, Tony." She whispered as he handed her the washcloth, climbing into the bed beside her. His arm carefully wrapped around her waist and pulled her to him for her own comfort, which she silently appreciated.

"Anytime, [Y/N/N]," muttered Tony with a smile, "anytime."

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Hello ladies and gentlemen.

First and foremost, my name is Danielle. You can call me Dani for short. I'm currently twenty years of age and absolutely adore superheroes. So, that's why I made a blog dedicated to them!

Now, I don't have a computer so I'll be using mobile Tumblr exclusively. I'm not quite familiar with how different it is or how to set up everything, but with help from Google and you guys I'm sure everything will be dandy. My writing is not the best - I'll never even think or say that, but please be respectful. If you have any questions, just ask!

Anyways, about the imagines and whatnot. I accept everything; lgbtq+ is perfectly fine, smut is allowed to an extent (nothing too extreme), and violence is a given. If you're going to request, I only ask that you give the gender of the reader, sexuality, and the idea you'd like for me to write. Also, all characters are welcome. That's about it, as far as imagines and whatnot go.

I'm not up to date on Legends of Tomorrow, Arrow, Gotham, or the Flash. I use Netflix, so I'm always at least one season behind. I've not gotten around to Super girl yet, but I promise to soon. The Marvel Universe is something I am completely caught up on, so feel free to request anything regarding it.

In all, that's about it. I hope you guys enjoy and that we'll get to know each other better. Chao.