#Avengers team

[creative-caramel-coffee]

can i request 6, 14, 12, 21 and j from the prompts list? thanks

More Migraines

Prompts:

j) throwing up on the floor

4) “let me feel your forehead, no buts, come here.”

6) “honey no your not gross, you cant help being sick sweetheart.”

21) “Your obviously not capable of walking I’m going to carry you. ready? one two three up!”

12) “love we need to check your temperature again. i know i know you hate it.”

Pairings: Wanda x R

Word count: 1.8K

Summary: Reader has been hiding migraines but what happens when the team needs her for a mandated (by Steve) bonding day?

TW: Vomiting, mini fever, migraine, nausea, collapse

A/n YELENA IS IN THIS ONE (and Natty of course)

It was only 9am and you were feeling the begginings of a headache budding behind your eyes. You internally groaned. For the past few months it hadnt been uncommon for you to get migraines. Of course you had done a fairly good job of hiding them. Not even Natasha was suspicious yet.

Although it wasnt unlike you to randomly hide out in your room. It was perhaps odd when you did it for multipul days but nat and wanda had simply dismissed it as it was often after intense missions.

However today was not a day after an intense mission. It wasnt even the day after a mission at all. It was a random Sunday. A Sunday the team was suppost to spend relaxing as a team. Tony had everything organised for a movie night tongiht in the compound cinema. Steve had planned a nice walk through the bush that was only a short drive away. Wanda had been preparing a fancy lunch for a matter of hours. Nat had contacted her sister to come join in. And the others were either indirectly helping or simply helping orgisnie. You however were not. The headache you woke with was blooming into a bigger probelm. One that was become harder to ignore. You had shown in to breakfast in your pjs and wordlessly taken a bowl of cereal before retreating back to your room.

The lights were off and you had an arm over your eyes in an attempt to block any light that was seeping through the windows. Looking at the time with blurry eyes and a pounding head you squinted to make out the time on the clock. 12:15. It wouldn’t be long until somone came looking for you. Steve had made it very clear this day was one nobody was allowed to miss.

A knock startled you despite having expected it. It seemed to reverberate around your skull. Echoing in pain throuhg your mind. You softly called out “come in” you replaced the arm over your eyes as the door opened. The familiar scent of pine nut and rain filled the room and you knew it was wanda in the doorway.

“Y/n/n?” She said peeking her head through the door. “Honey?” She asked again when she was met with silence. This time you groaned and her brow furrowed. “Sweetheart im coming in” she said gently closing the door behind her. A moment later your felt her hands tangling in your hair as it was brushed away from yoru face gently.

“Honey are you feeling alright?” She said softly. “let me feel your forehead, no buts, come here.” She said and shuffled closed as she laid the back of her hand across your forehead. Luckily you didnt seem too warm but you were a touch above normal. “Hmmm” she hummed. “Honey can you tell me what your feeling lovebug?” She cooed, hands going back to your hair.

“Migraine” you whispered and she visably softened.

“Oh sweets.” She said using a hand she got her magic to block out some more light so there was just enough to see and nothing more.

“Honey im going to go grab us some food okay? Ill be back in a minute.” She hushed and you whined softly as she withdrew her hand from your bed headed hair.

Wanda walked into the kitchen. She was worried. Who wouldn’t be? Nat raised an eyebrow as wanda returned without you.

“Where’s y/n?” Nat asked.

“Shes not feeling to hot so im gonna have lunch in her room with her.” Wanda said walking over and beginning to plate up two bowls of food. Yelena and Nat soon decended into a round of aggressive footsies under the table that left them both wiht brusied shins.

“Well im still expecting both of you to come on the walk after lunch.” Steve said frowning. Wanda sighed and nodded taking the bowls and leaving.

When wanda returned to the room her heart throbbed for you. You looked miserable. Curled in a ball with your arms tucked into yoru chest as you head rested on a mountain of soft pillows. Wanda made her way to your side, sitting on the bed and placing the bowls on the bedside table. She rested her back against the bedhead and swung her legs up. She heard you shuffle a bit and let out a low whine.

“Y/n/n i have some food for you hun.” She said and helped you into a sitting position. You curled into her side and keened softly from the pain in your head that the movement had brought.

When Wanda noticed you werent eating she softly began to bring the spoon to your lips and tapped them. With your eyes still shut you opened your mouth and allowed wanda to feed you.

when you had both finished eating you were still leaning into wandas side so she curled her body around you in a soft hug. It was comfortable and sweet. Both of you began dozing lightly. The pain behind your temples seemed to be only getting worse and your stomach was twisting in knots of Nausea.

Knowing what was going to happen you tried to be quick. Throwing yourself out of the bed and jolting wanda awake you stood on shaky legs and took one step before your knees buckled. You went sprawling landing on all fours your stomach lurched and your back arched as you started to heave. Wanda was by your side in an instant her cool hands holding your hair back as you started to throw up. Guilt washed over you as you felt bad wanda had gone to all the trouble of making such a nice lunch. But soon you were heaving again as you threw up more on the floor next to the bed. While you were still hurling your guts up you didnt hear the door open until Nat spoke.

“Jesus Wanda you weren’t kidding.” Nat said.

You were just dry heaving now with nothing left in your stomach. Before you collapsed wanda wrapped her arms around you and pulled you to the side so you were sat on her lap. Nat walked past and into the bathroom dodging the puddle. A moment later she returned and crouched infront of you away from the vomit. Carefully she used a damp cloth to wipe your mouth and hands clean. Wordlessly she handed you some mouthwash and a cup to spit it in. You were exhausted and wanda could tell. Taking the cup from your hands wanda passed it back to Nat who went into the bathroom again.

Carefully wanda hooked her arms under your knees and your back and paused when you whined.

“Your obviously not capable of walking I’m going to carry you. ready? one two three up!” Wanda said and she carefully lifted you and placed you back on the bed.

“Does your head feel better now? Are you going to be sick again?” Wanda asked.

“My head still hurts alot and I still feel sick but its not too bad.” You whispered and nat remerged with cleaning supplies.

“Her head?” Nat asked.

“Migraine.” Wanda said back in a hushed voice and Nat nodded. “Scoot over.” Wanda said as she slipped into bed next to you. Nat seemed unbothered as she started to clean the floor.

“‘M sorry Nat. Im gross” You said and Nat hushed you.

“Honestly y/n im more worried about you than cleaning the floor. I’ve delt with so much worse.” She said with a small smile. You nodded swollowing back tears and curled into wandas chest. Now it was wanda who spoke. “Honey no your not gross, you cant help being sick sweetheart.” She soothed. She was laid on her side blocking your view of the floor as she rubbed patterns on your back.

A moment later a knock sounded on the door and nat walked over and opened it.

“Ew it smells gross in here. What are you guys doing?” Yelena asked you grumbled somthing into wandas chest and flipped off yelena.

“Y/n was sick.” Nat said “Yelena can you tell steve we’re not coming on the walk.” Nat asked and yelena nodded before leaving to find steve.

When yelena left wanda looked down at you. “Love we need to check your temperature again. i know i know you hate it.” She said as you grumbled somthing and smushed your face further into her chest. Wanda carefuly peeled you back from her and laid a hand on your forehead.

“Hmmm still a little warm but im not sure.” You closed your eyes and felt her remove her hand, a moment later another cool hand pressed to your cheek, wearily opening yoiur eyes you saw Nat looking down at you.

“Your right Wands she’s a little warm but nothing too bad. I can grab a cool cloth for her if you’d like?” Nat offered.

“That would be great thank you natasha.” Wanda said. Nat nodded and returned a moment later with a damp red cloth. She laid it over your closed eyes and you hummed in content.

“That good y/n/n?” Wanda asked chuckling and you nodded slighlty. “Good.” She said placing a kiss on the crown on your head. Another few minutes passed and Nat went and sat on the edge of the bed. The bed was huge thanks to tonys money and could easily fit four or five people.

A knock sounded on the door again and you winced at the sound. Wanda covered your ears with her hands and called softly for the person to come in. Yelena opened the door and flopped down on the bed kicking her shoes off.

“Shes not contagoius right? Cuz i dont feel like puking my guts out later.” Yelena said and natsha rolled her eyes.

“Shes got a migraine.” Nat deadpanned.

“Oh ok. In that case do yeed anything y/n/n” yelana said patting your leg.

“No.” You muttered.

“Cool. Well steve was annoyed but the four of us can stay here while they go on a walk. I was thinking we could watch somthing.” She said and wiggled up on the bed next to Nat. All four of you laid on the bed now and there was still room. Yelena was next to Nat who was next to wanda who you were currently cuddled into.

“Y/n what do you want to watch?” Nat asked.

“Ask wanda im probably not going to watch it and can you put the volume on soft for me please?” You whispered the red cloth still over your eyes.

“Sure. Wanda?” Nat asked.

“Can we watch a sitcom?” Wanda said sheepishly.

“I dont see why not. Any in particular?” Nat said.

“What about the dick van dyk show?” You said and wanda nodded.

“Coming right up.” Nat said scrolling before she found it and pressed play. You began to drift to sleep which is exaclty where the boys found you a couple hours later. In a cuddle pile with wanda, natsha and yelena all curled around you on the big bed.

It was good to have a family that loved you. And it was even better to have that family be the avengers.

MASTERLIST

[quietlyimplode]

the language of flowers and silent things

Whumptober 2023: Day 21 - Found family

Warnings: child abandonment, grief

Word Count: 1.8k (gif not mine)

Summary: Clint leaves to find a person from his past, surrounded by the family he created.

A/N: <3

Masterlist

Whumptober Masterlist

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2013

NEW YORK

“Can you find someone for me?” Clint asks Tony, looking around the room, and the technology it holds.

He can’t help but touch the screens and play with the holograms as he waits for Tony to reply.

“Can you pass me the copper wire?” Tony asks.

Clint hops up on the bench and throws it to him, his aim true.

“I can find anyone, if they want to be found, and even then, likely I can find them if they don’t want to be,” he answers distractedly.

“Can you hold this here?”

Clint hops down and pushes on the wire, analysing the circuitry and frowning.

“You’ve wired it wrong,” he surmises, pointing with his other hand.

Tony swears and rubs his face.

“How long have you been up for?” Clint asks, a pinch of worry for his friend and his insomniac ways.

Tony looks up and glances at the time.

Jarvis answers for him, “twenty six hours.”

Clint swears it’s sounds almost disapproving.

“What are you trying to do?” he asks, knowing that until the project has reached a satisfactory conclusion, there’s no way Tony will stop.

Rubbing his forehead, Tony shows him the circuit board connected to the towers alarm system, and automatic controls for system lockdown.

Clint frowns.

“Has there been any attempts to get in here?”

He doesn’t understand why Tony was upgrading the already functioning system.

He shakes his head.

“No, but I just..” he pauses.

“Who do you want me to find?”

Clint ignores him and without words helps, correcting the circuitry then placing the upgraded board into Tony’s hand.

“You know, if you get sleep, these things become easier,” he grins.

Tony rolls his eyes, the lower limbs of the suits attaching as he flies to the control box outside and installs the board quickly.

There’s a quick glow, and a light force field covers the tower before disappearing again.

Clint didn’t realise how big the project was, and smiles as Tony returns.

“Come get some food,” he prompts, holding the door open as the legs come away and he reaches ground again.

Tony obliges.

Heading to the kitchen, Clint explains about Gus.

The ex-carney, convenience store owner that stayed close to the circus and protected Clint from future foster homes and set him on the path of this life.

There’s some hesitation in the way Tony replies, and Clint doesn’t quite know if he should have trusted him with the story.

“Why do you want to see him again?” Tony asks, handing him a Stark-Pad.

Clint hesitates, feeling judged in the moment.

“I want to tell him about Barney, maybe just check that he’s okay. Thank him I suppose?”

He doesn’t know, not in any way he can put into words.

Tony is uncharacteristically quiet, before he takes the stark-pad off of Clint and opens up a data base, taking time, he seems to hack into some sort of data base.

It takes him a minute or so, before he hands the tablet back.

“He’s still in Iowa, Cedar Rapids, last known address was near the Prairie Park Fishery,” he pauses, “we can go now if you want?”

Clint stops in his tracks.

“What?”

Tony points upwards.

“Two hours, we can go there now if you want?”

Clint nods slowly.

“Yeah okay,” he says impulsively, “let me just send a message to Natasha, and let her know.”

Tony shrugs, “sure, I’ll be up at the hanger, if you ask Steve it will be a party.”

Clint decides on calling Natasha, feeling a slight urgency on getting going.

“Hey,” she picks up, after a beat.

“Hey,” he answers.

“I asked Tony to find Gus and he found him in like five seconds. He asked if we wanted to go visit, and I’ve said yes,” he says quickly.

“Doyouwannacome?”

Natasha takes a second before responding, and then tells him she’d meet him at the hanger.

He smiles. It’s like a road trip with his friends, something they’d do at the circus.

It’s seems somewhat fitting.

Picking up the phone again, he calls Steve.

“Hey man,” he says as the phone clicks over.

“Hey,” Steve replies.

“Natasha and Tony and I are going on a bit of trip to see an old friend I have in Iowa. Do you want to come?”

“When?” Steve asks.

“Now?”

Steve takes a moment and then agrees, Clint thinks he can hear the change in his tone, a small amount of pleasure at being invited.

“Come to the hanger when you can,” Clint tells him, “we’ll be waiting.”

.

The trip to Iowa is an exchange of stories. Clint starts by telling the story of Gus and how he taught him magic, he shows the others a trick and then produces a coin from Steve’s ear.

Much to his delight, Steve replicates the trick and produces two coins.

Tony, not to be outdone, produces two coins and a card.

Natasha bursts out laughing.

“You’re all magic nerds,” she says, joyfully.

The rest of the trip they try and outdo each other, Natasha taking the lead in flying the plane as they all show off random magic tricks, and teaching each other the ones they don’t know.

She gives them a ten minute warning and looks back to see Clint smiling, a true smile that had been so rare from the events of New York to learning of his brothers death.

She hopes this is positive and that Gus is the man Clint believes him to be.

Otherwise, she might kill him herself.

.

Clint knocks on the door.

Alone now, he wishes he hadn’t been so adamant to do this himself. He’d left Natasha with the others in the plane, promising to be back soon.

The anticipation feels heavy as he hears movement in the house and he hopes Tony was right in the address.

The door opens slowly, and Clint smiles lightly.

“Hello,” he opens, “I don’t know if you—“

“Clint?”

The door opens wider, revealing Gus, now older but still the same man.

“Hi,” he says shyly.

“Clint!”

He pulls him into a hug and Clint feels himself sink into it, feeling like a kid again.

“Come in,” Gus asks, ushering him through the door.

“Can I get you anything?

Clint doesn’t get a chance to answer as Gus disappears into the kitchen and returns with beer and a bottle opener.

He takes it and opens them both, offering it to cheers which Gus does with a smile.

“Clint,” he says, almost in reverence.

“How are you?”

“I’m good,” Clint replies, not sure what to say.

He came here to say that Barney was dead. To thank him for helping him when he was a child, to pointing him in the direction of the military.

“I — wanted to find you,” he starts.

Gus stands, finds an album on the bench and hands it to Clint.

“Open it,” he gestures.

The album has photos, some articles from the circus, pictures of Clint he’d never seen before, gently he turns the pages, emotion welling inside.

He can’t speak.

Gently touching the photos, he sees himself holding the bow and arrow as a young boy, stance strong and gaze focussed.

“That’s my favourite,” Gus says, watching Clint carefully, “you had such natural talent from the get go, and even if archery didn’t get you famous, I think you would have been a fantastic pickpocket.”

Clint huffs a laugh, turning the page.

“And now you’re an Avenger?”

There’s clippings from the paper from the last twelve months.

Of Tony, Steve and Thor, of him and Natasha. Articles and pictures.

Clint thinks it’s one of the kindest things someone has ever done.

He smiles.

“I’m just a human, amongst superhero’s, metal men and gods,” he laughs, starting at the start again to take the photos in.

“Maybe it’s what they need, to keep them in line,” Gus retorts.

Clint stops at a picture.

Barney stands arms crossed with a smile as Clint does a handstand.

He stares at it, and forces breath.

Barney.

“He’s dead,” he whispers, taking the photo out, he shows it Gus.

“He’s dead,” he repeats again.

Gus hobbles over to sit with Clint, taking the photo and then handing it back.

“I know,” he nods, and hugs Clint in a side hug.

“He came here, a couple of years ago, asking after you, I showed him and told him you had gone into the military.”

He turns the page and Clint finds the picture of himself in uniform.

“He was so proud of you,” Gus tells him.

“I think he wanted to tell you.”

Clint can’t help it; he cries.

For the loss of his brother, for all the words left unsaid and the time they’d never get back.

“Do you think he knew I loved him?” he asks, voice as small as a child’s.

“Of course he did,” Gus nods.

He closes the album, and motions for Clint to follow him.

“Barney stayed here, for a little while at least, and drew some pictures. I held onto them, as I hoped— I wished I would see you again.”

He opens the door and pulls out some pictures from a drawer.

The pictures are of Clint and Barney as children, their faces small and chubby.

Clint feels the tears on his face as he furiously wipes at them.

“Your brother, he was complicated and could be harsh and I think he wanted to protect you but didn’t know how… You were both so young.”

Gus looks down.

“I think I failed you both but I did the best I could,” he admits.

Clint shakes his head.

“No,” he refutes, “you saved my life, probably Barney’s too. I came to thank you.”

Gus waves him off.

“Take them,” he tells Clint, “they’re yours, the album too if you want anything from it.”

Clint nods, finding the album, knowing what pictures he wants and the ones he wants to show Natasha, maybe even the others.

He sits back down, not quite ready to leave yet.

“I’m going to get married,” he confesses.

Gus looks up, his smile wide.

“Will you come?”

The nod and laugh is infectious.

“Of course, of course I will,” he agrees.

He sits back and takes a sip of the still cold beer.

“Tell me about her,” he asks.

.

The plane home is in darkness, as Clint shares the chocolate and pictures that Gus sent with him.

He tells the stories behind the pictures, prompting Steve and Tony to tell their own.

Natasha holds onto the picture of Clint and Barney and stares at it for a long time.

“He looks like you,” she whispers later.

“Remind me,” he tells her, “remind me to tell you the story behind that one.”

Natasha hands it back to him, and nods, bringing her head to his and pushing it against his.

“I’m proud of you,” she whispers, so the others can’t hear.

“It’s hard facing our pasts, and I’m glad it went well.”

He regards Natasha and all the history she has with facing her past; the good and the bad.

He nods.

“Me too, Nat.”

.

[mediocre-daydreams]

can i please req peter parker x mutant!reader and reader is hypersensitive to sounds because of their ability to control vibrations and maybe? gets super jumpy every time an automatic humidifier pumps and all the avengers keep on catching r climbing peter because of it? 🫶🏻🫶🏻 LOVE YOUR WORK

hello sunshiiiine! i loved this request and it hit super close to home, so a lot of reader's experiences and symptoms are based on mine/my friends. (i missed the part about the controlling vibrations though, but i hope it still fits how you imagined it!) i'm so flattered you like my work 🥰 it means the world

𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞

peter parker x enhanced! reader (gender neutral)

warnings: swearing, mentions of drug use (jokingly), overstim/panic attack, scenes from the conjuring 1 (not really spoilers just horror movie stuff), crackfic elements as always because it's me

w/c: 2.6k

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

you winced, as did many of the other avengers. you watched as carolyn’s skin turned ghastly gray and her eyes become a sickly yellow as she became possessed by a demon. you threw a couple more pieces of popcorn into your mouth. 

since joining the avengers, movie nights had become one of your favorite group activities. because of your age and how new you were, it was hard to feel like a part of the team. peter was one of your only solaces. 

“don’t eat all of it!” he hissed, knocking his elbow into yours. you rolled your eyes and threw a piece at his face. it left a grease mark on his cheek. you leaned in to clean it with your mouth.

“you neanderthal,” he whispered, laughing under his breath. he dug his hands in the bowl and grabbed a greedy fist of popcorn. you turned your head to face the screen, shifting under the blanket you were sharing with peter so you could loop your foot around peter’s legs. you often found yourself seeking out peter’s touches; it was comforting to have a physical presence there when you found yourself overstimulated. the tower was always busy, but peter was your constant.

peter was no stranger to overstimulation himself (and no, not in that way; get your head out of the gutter). his heightened spider senses and his adhd had been an inconvenient combo at first, but with help from bruce and tony, he was able to get his senses under control. your senses were much strong than his, to the point where overstimulation could be debilitating. it was all foreign ground to bruce and tony, so as they continued to work on a solution, peter had made it his personal mission to help you adjust and walking you through methods that had helped him.

you were too hyperfixated on watching carolyn tear her own hair out to notice the sappy look on peter’s face as he revered how the artificial light from the tv illuminated half your face. his eyes traveled from your eyelashes and the thin coat of mascara that you’d taught him how to apply for you, to the slope of your nose and the little bump you insisted was unseemly but that he found adorable, to your lips, slightly parted as you were entranced by the horror unfolding on the screen.

wanda, who was comfortably cozied up to vision on peter’s other side, snorted in amusement accompanied by that small nose scrunch of hers. she tapped peter’s shoulder furiously and with more force than necessary to catch his attention. he turned to look at her cautiously as to not move too much and disturb you.

wanda waggled her eyebrows deviously and vision hid his own smug smile. (curse that literal power couple for their perceptiveness.) wanda mouthed something that peter could barely pick up in the dark room. frustratedly, wanda leaned in closer and whispered, “take their hand, you idiot.” vision nodded in agreement, tilting his head towards you and then shaking his head at peter, disappointed. peter couldn’t be sure, but he thought he saw vision mouth the word “coward.”

wanda slapped peter’s wrist playfully before cuddling into vision’s chest once more, like nothing had just happened.

peter was pretty sure you could pick up on his heartrate increasing. when you turned to look at him with a concerned look, he took it back. peter was positive you could hear the way his heart was pounding. he only hoped you couldn’t feel the heat rising to his cheeks as well.

“peter?” you whispered, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek sweetly. well, shit. there went his second wish. “oh, you’re all warm! is it the movie? do you not like horror movies?”

peter smiled in what looked more like a grimace. “no! i love horror movies, actually! yeah, they’re super great,” he lied, knowing how much you enjoyed them and hoping he could use that as an excuse to watch more movies with you. “i’m just- uh, a little warm. from the blanket.”

reluctantly, peter removed himself from under the blanket and pushed it to you. your face fell, or at least peter thought so, because a moment later, that sweet smile of yours returned. it didn’t do much to help his heart from spasming.

“o-okay! sorry if i made you uncomfortable,” you stammered, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself. any contact you’d been making with peter had been broken and peter found himself longing for your touch.

“no, it’s not you, it’s actually-”

“can you guys shut up?” rhodey complained from his pillow throne on the ground. “this is the best part.” 

the two of you settled, looking anywhere but each others’ eyes. you slumped into the couch cushions grumpily and faced the screen once more. honestly, peter couldn’t care about ‘the best part.’ he hadn’t really been watching anyways, content with simply basking in your presence. it was the only time he could really admire you without seeming creepy. not that he was creepy at other times or anything.

the screen flashed white and the team jumped, including you. there was screaming and chaos and amidst it all, you’d flinched so hard that you’d frozen into place, eyes wide and glossy, hands clutching your blanket with a vice-like grip that left you trembling. peter could immediately recognize what it was.

you were having an attack of sorts, brought on by the harsh cinematography and the chorus of yelps and screams from the other avengers. now the popcorn bowl in your hands weighed pounds, the blanket on your skin had grown prickles, and the air around you was sending jolts down your spine. you tensed, shoulders coming up to your ears as you rubbed the back of your neck to fight the invisible tickle that was taunting you.

peter whispered your name a couple times, gradually increasing in volume until you were able to fully respond. when he caught sight of you, his face fell at the despondance in your eyes and the sudden quivers of your body. he glanced down at his watch, eyebrows furrowing as he caught the time.

11:30PM, which is when the automatic air purifier turned on for the night. it was a bit loud, which was why it worked at night, but now you were awake and already stressed. he hesitated for a second, hands lingering in the air so could choose whether or not you wanted to be touched, and you leaned into his open arms immediately. he pulled you close and you buried your nose into the fabric of his shirt, taking deep inhales of his detergent and the new york wind that he always smelled like from swinging around.

he rubbed your back, putting pressure on your tense muscles to ground you. you sniffed, squeezing your eyes shut to try and block out at least one sensory stimuli. peter frowned as he felt you continue to shudder sporadically in his arms. he glanced around the room. thankfully, nobody was paying attention to you two. he didn’t think you could handle people crowding you and trying to talk to you right now, even if it was well-intentioned.

“d’you wanna leave?” he muttered near your ear. he felt you shake your head. “no? that’s okay. we can stay here, if that’s what you need. do you want me to hold you or do you not want anything to be touching you?”

peter felt you melt into his touch, like putty. “jus’ want you,” you mumbled, and peter blushed a million shades darker. you said nothing except threaded your fingers through peter’s and squeezing them, hard. he realized that the pressure was grounding you.

“c’mon, get comfy. i’ll stay with you until the movie’s over, okay? just tell me if there’s anything else i can do to make you feel better,” peter mumbled into your hair as you pushed yourself tightly against peter’s body. he’d been having bad luck controlling his physical reactions to you but prayed more than anything that there’d be no action down there. not the time, peter.

“thank you,” you hummed into his neck. this time, it was he who shivered at the hot air you breathed against his bare skin. “you’re warm. please, just… i need you.” you went silent for a moment before peter felt your lips move against his skin again. “you’re everything to me, peter. i lo- thank you.”

peter’s eyes softened and he pursed his lips to stop himself from beaming. you two had always been touchy and affectionate, but never so emotionally vulnerable. all he wanted to do was pick you up and spin you and then kiss you with all the pining he’d been storing from the past few months, but you didn’t need that right now. you just needed him, peter. his presence. so instead, he brought his hands up to stroke your hair and pressed a kiss to the side of your head.

“i love you too.”

--

you awoke the sound of poorly suppressed giggling, blinking the harsh sunlight from your groggy eyes. nudging peter, who grumbled and only dug his head closer to your chest, you glanced around to find the culprit of the noise. it was sam and bucky, the former holding his phone in front of his face and very obviously videotaping the two of you, while the latter had pulled out a polaroid camera (bucky hadn’t yet figured out how to use a smartphone) and was just now clicking it to capture the two of you in a bright flash.

peter jolted awake at the sound of bucky’s camera. “what the f-”

“language!” steve shouted from the kitchen, always on his game even at seven in the morning. he appeared by the duo’s side with a protein shake in hand and a judgementally, but amused quirked eyebrow directed at the two of you.

“why are you guys even awake?” you groaned, pushing peter off of you. somehow, you’d ended up falling asleep on the couch with peter’s head and torso on top of yours, and your legs draped over his.

“went on a run,” bucky shrugged. “came back to this.”

peter rubbed his eyes, sitting up. “what even- when did we finish the movie?” his morning voice was raspy and endearing and you cursed yourself for the fluttering in your stomach

“we finished the movie, like,” sam checked his phone, “eight hours ago. you guys passed out right before ed and lorraine did their whole ‘we saved the family, hip hip hooray’ thing. there was too much snoring and popcorn grease going on for any of us to bother waking you up.”

“i do not snore,” you insisted, uselessly trying to fix your bedhead.

“i beg to differ,” natasha chimed in, hopping the kitchen counter nonchalantly to sit on a stool with a coffee in hand, not spilling a single drop. “i’m a light sleeper. i could hear you from my room.” you sighed in embarrassment and peter took your hand, rubbing circles into the back of your palm reassuringly. “i knew stark didn’t soundproof my room,” natasha cursed under her breath. “that conniving bitch.”

bucky shook his polaroid a couple times before frisbee-ing it at the two of you. peter snatched it from the air, turning the picture so you could see it too. you had to admit, it was a nice picture. 

“so are you guys, like, together now?” tony strolled in, his silk sleep mask pushed on top of his head like like a headband. how unfortunate it was that the avengers were early risers.

“dude, they’ve been together for like, weeks,” sam rolled his eyes, shifting his weight to one foot sassily. “get with the program.”

“we’re not-”

“are you fucking with me, sam?” natasha looked genuinely shocked, on the verge of offended. “they’ve been dating for months now.” when sam didn’t say anything, natasha threw her hands in the air. “these are the mightiest protectors of earth? god, we’re all doomed.” 

“uh, actually-”

“wait, seriously?” tony squealed, clapping his hands together gleefully. “oh my god, this is so cute. i think they’re my new OTP. don’t let wanda and vision hear me say that. wait, what’s their ship name going to be? i ordered customized mugs for wanda and vision’s three week anniversary and it would be unfair for me to not-”

“we’re not together!” you exclaimed, a little louder than you’d intended to. all heads turned to you, even peter’s, as you looked at each avenger in bewilderment. “peter and i are friends. what are you guys smoking? did thor bring asgardian weed or something?” your face quickly fell. “oh shit, were they in the brownies? dude, i had like, three.”

“i don’t think they’re high,” peter whispered to you, gaze flickering to each avenger that now were very confused and slightly perturbed. natasha slowly spun around and returned to drinking her coffee silently. bucky and sam looked at each other.

“well, that’s awkward. FRIDAY, cancel order.” tony pulled the sleeping mask off his head and spun it around on his finger to avoid the thickness in the air. “right. i’m gonna go back to bed.”

peter placed his hand on your jaw to turn your head back to meet his eyes. he was frowning.

“do you- do you remember anything from last night?” he said sadly.

“i-” you wanted to protest. you wanted to lie and say no. but you could never lie to peter. not just because of how he’d helped you last night, but because he was peter. “yeah, i remember what happened.”

“do you remember, uh, what i said? before we fell asleep, i guess?” peter’s eyes dropped to his lap, and you placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“yeah. i do. you said you loved me… too. which means you already knew i loved you, huh?” you spoke shyly, looking up at peter through your eyelashes. “love. present tense. ‘cause i… love you. is that okay?”

peter placed his hand on top of yours, the one that was still on his shoulder. he coaxed it off his body and into the grasp of his palm. pulling it to his mouth, he brushed his lips to your knuckles before letting it hover between your chests. “yeah. it’s okay. it’s more than okay, actually. it’s really good. it’s great.”

“it’s super great. i’m glad. i love you,” you giggled, euphoric at the absurdity of the confession. “i had the worst night yesterday,” you breathed, finally able to look into his eyes with as much lovesickness as you wanted. “and you were there. you saved me. like a friendly neighborhood superhero. you’re just… you make me feel safe, peter. i feel comfortable.”

peter’s eyes crinkled as he watched your face break into a sleepy smile. “you make me want to be a better person,” he confessed. “i’m a better person when i’m with you. all i ever want to do is make you comfortable, okay? if you just tell me how… i’ll do it.”

you pouted and sent him a slow, sticky blink. “i love you. i’m so happy i get to say it now. i love you.”

“i love you too,” peter’s eyes were practically shut by how hard he was smiling. “i love you so, so-”

“okay, you guys need to shut up,” rhodey complained, pulling out one of his airpods. “i’m literally listening to indina menzel right now and i can still hear you over her high notes.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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rewatching The Avengers (2012) and my takeaway this time was just… we were not crazy. seriously. we were not delusional or fooling ourselves for believing the Avengers were gonna be an amazing team that cared about each other. the set-up was there. the potential was there.

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The Iron Heart Project

SUMMARY– Tony Stark sacrificed himself for the greater good of the world, but in being the hero he left behind his daughters who have already lost so much.

PAIRING – Dad!Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader x Avengers Team [ 1.8k ]

AUTHORS NOTE – Here’s another angsty one for you. Canon Endgame and Infinity War plotline. Heavy mention of Tony and Natasha. 

 You barely recognized the small, clammy little hand that forcefully claimed a place within your tightly crumpled fist, or the darkness that drew closer after every minute past that you spent brokenly glaring out at the unchanging ripples in the water. Your heart felt empty as sunlight hit a shard of metal in the distance, only amplifying the grief that paralyzed your body. You hadn’t left the dock since your mother released that small bouquet of wildflowers you and Morgan picked, along with the metal that had once been inside of your fathers’ chest. The last physical part of him had been lost to the depths of a lake you’d never be able to explore to find it, and you weren’t sure how that pain could ever ease.

The small person beside you was quiet, save for soft sniffles and her wobbly bottom lip that offer you reassurance that you aren’t alone in this suffering. After falling from an alien wormhole, evil android, and multiple hydra takeovers, you, Y/N Stark, had surrendered your vulnerability to the prominent promise that your father could, and always would, come home after it all was over and done with. But he hadn’t come home after Thanos, and he never would walk through those wooden doors again. Anthony Stark, the genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, had laid down his life to save a billion others. His selfless actions had rendered both you and Morgan fatherless, and Pepper Potts completely devastated. How was that ever meant to get easier?

Years ago — before the iron man suit or the Avengers initiative — the story of metal strong as iron was just a saying of affection between a father and his daughter. All those nights ago, when Y/N and Tony would sit beneath the stars on the roof of Stark Industries, stories of great adventure had been conceived and after every great escape would come the words, my love is stronger than iron. Cheesy, Tony was painfully aware. 

On nights when neither could sleep and the stars were hidden by clouds and pollution, they’d escape to the lab to forge a tangible representation of their inseparable bond. During the process, small hands would clench and grab at the neckline or Tony’s shirt, offering advice on how they could make their Iron Heart project better. You were always his favorite lab partner. 

When you had prompted the idea of Iron Man, it had been the result of cold medicine and delirium, though when the coughs and sneezes subsided that next week, your determination to succeed was driven and true: just like Tony’s always was. The small child of the billionaire with bright eyes and unruly hair created the perfect symbol of unity and strength using the schematics that had once been dedicated to her Iron Heart project.

You wished you could go back to those days, sit with your father for a while and slave over blueprints and schematics until the early hours of the morning when Pepper came to find you. You wished it could all be that simple again, without the threat of alien invasions and death lurking over your shoulder. It wasn’t lurking anymore. Never would you take Iron Man away from the world, though on days like this when you were confronted with the worst and forced to accept it, you wished the world would have considered that the man beneath the metal had a family waiting for him to come home. Nobody ever saw Tony Stark as a father, nobody considered that being a father was his favorite job. 

You stood from the docks with a sudden inability to remain still. Your body was shaking, trembling from the sheer emotional distress you were under, though you paid it no mind, instead looking down at Morgan who was peering at you curiously. Grabbing onto your sisters hand again, you made your way back to the cabin where you and Tony had unpacked thousands of memories over the course of five beautifully uninterrupted years. You want those years back, even if it’s just for another day. 

Wanda visibly flinched as you brushed past her, your sorrow thick and heavy and unbelievably painful as it flashed before the Avengers eyes. The loss of Vision had already put a heavy burden on the young sokovian, though the depth of which you were feeling for your father (and Natasha, how could you forget you’d lost Natasha in this mess too? A woman that had become like your second mother: your best friend) was sickening and heart-wrenching.

“Y/N—” Pepper called for her step-daughter, watching the distant gleam in the girl's bright eyes becoming farther and farther detached from the reality they shared. Y/N Stark was completely lost to her memory of the days when her father was alive and well.

The sea of Avengers that were sitting in what used to be Tony Stark’s living room watched warily as you brought Morgan towards a shelf of priceless artifacts. Pepper stepped out from behind the kitchen island, throwing a dish rag to the side with her eyebrows drawn in curiosity and sadness. Both you and Morgan were spitting images of Tony while in the trenches of his worst funk, though now the promise of late night juice-pops wouldn’t ease your misfortune. You’d have to find your own way out of this long, dark tunnel. Pepper worried you might never find the light again. 

You reached up for the shimmering sculpture that could (and would) withstand the test of time, holding it tightly to your chest as if to relive the short months it took to make. They were months that you could barely remember now, but you cherished what minuscule details you could recall. Morgan reached towards the iron heart sculpture as well, brushing her small fingertips across its smooth surface with interest.

“Dad and I made this.” Your voice broke, though your strength didn’t falter as you bent down to further explain the significance of the sculpture to Morgan. “Look.” You gently turned the iron heart around, showing Morgan the two visible patches of missing metal.

You drew in a harsh breath as a new wave of inconsolable tears made their way to your eyes. You hadn’t stopped crying since the news of Tony’s death reached your ears two days ago, though each time you cried the weeping became more painful. You feared that the urge to crumble would never go away, but you couldn’t let Morgan see you so weak, even if you were terrified that you would never stop crying. 

You reached into your shirt, retrieving the small shard of metal that you wore proudly each and every day. The only difference now being that the identical shard was no longer clinging to the interior of the Iron Man suit. The small charm that symbolizes so much was instead laying in your pocket, begging to be worn by a man that would never breathe again.

Reaching for the other necklace, you lifted the chain over Morgan’s head, letting the cold necklace lay atop of your sister's silky black dress. “Dad would want you to have it.” You whispered to her gently, sniffling, you reached to put the iron heart back to it’s place on the shelf when a dim beam of light projected from the top.

Tony Stark grinned happy with himself as he paced around a very disheveled laboratory. Schematics and blueprints were thrown about everywhere, shards of spare metal and faulty wrenches tossed aside onto every available surface. The sun had set ages ago, instead a city skyline painted a picture just outside of the windows behind him.

“Does it work yet, Daddy?!” An excited voice called, small little hands grabbing onto the billionaire's pants with utter impatience. Tony bent down to pick up the small child, a teasing grin on his face as she wriggled about anxiously. Strands of unruly hair fell into Tony’s mouth when he attempted to answer, though he figured the small child had already figured it out for herself when she leaned in impossibly close towards the microscopic camera. “Hi!” She waved, clambering higher up onto Tony’s chest when she realized his hesitation to proceed. “Say hi, daddy!”

“Hi.” Tony waved, a bright smile filling his features as he took appreciation for the small piece of technology that meant more to him then the billion dollar corporation he was standing within. “What do you say we include Jarvis?”

The small child shook her head, once again reaching for the silver heart with pure adoration. “No.” She exclaimed, once again waving to metal as if it had the limbs — or ability — to wave back. “But, we gotta tell it about us, Daddy. Like you tell Jarvis about your day.”

“Well, I’m Daddy—” Tony was cut off by loud giggles, small hands pressing against his cheeks as if to cut off his incessant lies.

“I’ll tell it!” The young child exclaimed, determination on her features as she wiggled down from her fathers arms and instead sat happily on the desk. “That’s Tony Stark, and I’m Y/N/N Stark! I’m four—”

This time it was Tony’s turn to cut off the little girl, tickling her sides as he spilled all her secrets to the small immobile metal structure. His smile, unchanged by trauma and heavy burdens, was bright as he continued to ramble on and on about favorite constellations and ice cream flavors. The world seemed so small in the moment, just him and his little girl to impress, though that reality wouldn’t stay the same for long.

“I think it’s breaking, Daddy.” The small girl spoke as she watched the iron heart begin to flash with sad, disappointment filled eyes.

The picture faded slowly, much to younger you’s prediction, but  sound was still playing from the metal heart as you watched it brokenly. Every person in the room had lost Tony Stark, though the world was only missing Iron Man. Now, that fact seemed even more primitive.

“I love you stronger than iron.” The voice of a small child echoed around the cabin, Pepper Potts sniffling sadly as she watched her two daughters grieve in silence.

“My love is stronger than iron.” The sound of Tony’s promise was the final undoing of all the composure you had been trying to muster since Natasha sacrificed herself.

You crumbled to the floor in absolute despair, heartbreaking sobs shaking your body. The iron heart tumbled to the floor too, slipping past Morgan’s fingers as she attempted to catch it. Unlike you, it didn’t shatter, but yet another scratch was added to its battered appearance.

Tony Stark's love for his daughter outlasted the test of time, though inevitably he left them both behind to collect the pieces of a world that was vulnerable to opposing threats.

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ��️

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I find it hard to pick favourites of anything, but tonight I'm gonna go with:

Anthology - a Clint/Natasha focussed remix of Ex Libris by @cloud–atlas for the @be-compromised Remix Exchange 2020, in verse.

ten times as long (to put yourselves back together) - a team Avengers fic written for @alphaflyer in a fic exchange, which is a Civil War recovery story set after Infinity War when it was about 2 years before the latter would be released.

unconventional tokens of affection - for a prompt from @crazy4orcas (which is the title) and the fifth fic in the Of Wax And Blood series (a Clint and Natasha AU in which Natasha is a demon).

Allegedly - Clint/Natasha/Bucky written for @cassiesinsanity based on the prompt alleged threesome led to 60 person brawl on carnival cruise, passenger says.

Smile For The Living - written for @quietlyimplode in the @be_compromised End Game Fix-It Fest, Clint/Laura/Natasha in which Clint brings Natsha home.

I'll send out five asks, but if anyone would like to play consider yourself tagged!

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Hunting Roses - Chapter 4

AN: This is a yandere Zemo fic. That means that it will have dark content. I do not endorse these relationships and behaviour in real life. This chapter contains mentions of death, tears, pain, divorce, grief, manipulation, fear, panic, and funerals. Also, please let me know if you like the new mood board!

Steve Rogers who was also known as Captain America was not having a good day.  To begin with, General Ross, a man who operated on fear and not respect had introduced the Sokovian Accords to the Avengers.  In doing so, Ross had ensured that each one of the Avengers thoroughly understood that an overwhelming majority of the governments around the world supported the Accords and what would happen to anyone who opposed the Accords in any way, shape, or fashion.

Steve wasn’t blind.  He’d seen the way that Ross zeroed in on Wanda and heard how he kept repeating and emphasising the complete title of the Accords.  He was proud of the way that you and Rhodey had stood up for her.

Steve’s mind was whirring when Ross announced that you had immunity and the other Avengers didn’t.  He had just realised that the singular offer of manipulation was part of a bigger, hidden plan when his phone vibrated.

The message that lit up his screen only contained two words.  But those words were enough to cause another crack in his heart.  Steve’s gaze became unfocused and all he could see were the words, “She’s gone.”

His body trembled as he announced that he had to leave.  Steve couldn’t bring himself to turn around to look at any of his team because he feared that they would see the tears pooling in his eyes and the pain in his heart.

Fifteen minutes later, Steve found himself carrying Peggy’s coffin with five other people.  He had tuned out the whole service and his gaze had become blurry as he stared unblinkingly at Peggy’s coffin.  While there were certainly people in the church that knew of his dual identity, he was sure that none of them would judge him for his grief.

The end of the service came too quickly and not fast enough for Steve and he once again found himself guiding Peggy to her final resting place.  Due to the large crowd, it was easy for him to slip away and return to the now empty church.

That was where Natasha found him.  Natasha had just finished explaining that Tony, Rhodey, and Vision had already signed the Accords.  When Steve asked about Wanda, Natasha replied that Wanda was under house arrest and Tony’s protection.

Steve’s throat felt dry as he gathered his courage to ask Natasha if she had signed the Accords too.  He was afraid that her answer would mean that he would lose another friend.

Steve felt his heart constrict as Natasha confirmed that she had signed the Accords.  He blew out his breath in a disappointed exhale and bent his head to look at the ground instead of Natasha.  Steve couldn’t even find it in himself to reproach Natasha when her phone rang in the church and she answered it.

His head shot up when he heard her tone change.

“Say that again,” the spy commanded, lowering the hand that held her phone to waist level and pressing the speaker button.

“I’d be more than happy to arrange a hearing appointment for you, Widow, although I didn’t think that I’d need to do that for a couple more decades.”

“Tony.” Natasha snapped.

“Not in the mood for jokes I see.” Tony replied smoothly.

“What gave it away?” Natasha asked sarcastically.

“The general tone of your voice, the fact that….”

“Tony!” Steve bit out impatiently.

“Steve.  I’m sorry to hear about Peggy,” Tony stated sombrely, “and I hate to be the bearer of more unwelcome news but (Name) is nowhere to be found and a woman claiming to be the ex-wife of Baron Helmut Zemo has arrived at the compound along with Zemo’s father and son.  They are insistently demanding to talk to as many of us as they can.”

Steve’s feelings about Natasha signing the Accords were pushed to the side at Tony’s words and he and Natasha shared concerned looks.

“We’ll be there in ten minutes,” Natasha promised.

Steve couldn’t think of a time when he had been more grateful for Natasha’s driving ability even if she was a slightly reckless driver on normal occasions.  Neither of them spoke as she sped through the streets arriving at the compound in exactly ten minutes.

Steve’s curiosity and apprehension built with every step.  He and Natasha walked in silence through the compound and Steve pretended not to notice her side glances every few minutes.  While he walked, he wondered exactly what the Zemo family was doing at the compound.  He also worried about the fact that you had disappeared from the compound.

Over your time with the Avengers, Steve had been able to piece together bits and pieces of your history.  His mind kept returning to the fact that years ago, you and some others had fought against a bill called the Mutant Registration Act.  The reminder of the Act was enough to have Steve fighting a shudder.  He’d done some research on that act and he had been appalled at the fact that the Act had even been allowed to enter the Congress chambers.

Steve had also been horrified at the amount of support that the Act had amassed.  It seemed that the America he had fought for in the forties was slowly slipping away and being replaced with an unfamiliar, unpredictable, and harsher America. 

Three people stood up from their chairs as Steve and Natasha entered the conference room.  Tony, Rhodey, Clint, Wanda and Sam all turned to look at them.  Vision was the only one who didn’t.  His head was cocked to the side and he was gazing at Wanda with concern.  While Natasha sought Clint’s gaze for reassurance, Steve looked at Wanda.  Her eyes were red and the skin around them was red too and Steve felt sympathy and protectiveness surge through him.  He also noticed that Vision was standing close to her.

When Wanda spoke, her voice was firm, “Baron Heinrich Zemo, Heike Párduc, and Carl Zemo, may I introduce Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff?”

Steve frowned slightly as he tried to figure out why Wanda had introduced the three visitors the way she had.  The closest he could get to an answer was that Wanda wanted to introduce them as humans not by their job titles.  He melted when he saw Carl wave to him and he returned the gesture.

“And your other friend?  Phantasm?” Heinrich demanded forcefully, “Where is she?  We came to speak with her!”

Steve’s mind registered the with in Heinrich’s sentence and for some reason, that four letter word had his muscles tensing.  Steve estimated that Heinrich was in his mid-sixties but the man still had a formidable air around him.  Heike seemed to have a similar fire in her eyes.  With her styled, curly blonde hair and light blue eyes, Steve could be forgiven for thinking that Heike was a woman he had encountered in the forties.

Heike’s son on the other hand had innocent brown eyes underneath furrowed eyebrows and neatly parted, short brown hair.  It was easy to tell that Heinrich and Carl were related just by looking at them and Steve’s heart sank because if he could spot the similarities, chances are that other people could as well and Carl could be used as leverage against his family simply because his grandfather was royalty.

Heike turned to her son, who had sat down again while looking at Steve with an awed expression.

“Show them what you can do,” Heike urged quietly and Carl frowned deeply, closing his eyes.  When Carl reopened them, Steve was shocked to see his shield sitting on the table between them. 

Without thinking about it, Steve reached forwards to touch his shield but his hand passed through it as if it wasn’t there.

“Carl’s talent appeared the night we left Sokovia.” The Baron rumbled, his voice losing some of its forcefulness as Heike smiled at Carl proudly and the illusion of Steve’s shield vanished when Carl grinned happily up at his mother.

“We think it has something to do with his father’s innate talent of persuading people to see his point of view,” the Baron continued.  Steve understood the underlying meaning of the Baron’s words.  It seemed that the Baron’s son had no qualms about using words or force to encourage his audience to see his point of view.

“Though that isn’t the only reason why we came,” Heike revealed, “it is a small part of it.  We all wanted to thank Phantasm for her actions in Sokovia and we wanted to warn her.”

“Warn her?” Clint echoed, “Why?”

Wanda and Heike looked at each other and then Heike asked Wanda and Vision to take Carl on a tour of the compound.  Heike and Heinrich watched them leave and then Heike turned back to face Steve.  When she spoke, Steve noticed that her voice had risen slightly and he could detect notes of urgency and panic in it though her tone remained level.

“You must understand that Helmut and I fell out of love a long time ago.  We chose to stay together for Carl and because we didn’t want to give the Sokovian media any opportunity to report gossip.  I’m sure you understand that concept.”

The present Avengers all made small noises of agreement.

Heike cleared her throat, “When we landed in America and had not heard from Helmut, I began to dream of a different life.  In Sokovia, not only was he a former Colonel of the Sokovian Armed Forces but he was a commander of EKO Scorpion, an elite strike force.  As a result of his time with those organisations, I began to witness a darker side of the man.  There was a ruthlessness to him and so, I quietly made inquires about divorcing him.  Heinrich found out about my endeavours and to my surprise, he supported me.”

“People change over time.”  Heinrich asserted, “Sometimes it is not for the better.” 

Tony nodded, “I’ve had that happen to me once or twice with people I’ve known for a long time.”

Heike nodded, “Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on your point of view, I was able to recover the divorce papers that I had signed before we fled Sokovia.  When Helmut arrived unexpectedly on our doorstep, he inquired about your friend and there was a longing hidden in his inquires and I thought to myself, “Why would he hide his intrigue?”  All of the answers I considered left a bitter taste in my mouth and so, I took the opportunity and presented Helmut with the divorce papers that I signed.  As soon as he left, I felt as if I had played right into his hands and so, we made plans to come here to warn Phantasm.  It seems we have arrived too late and she is gone.”

“I have a few ideas where she might have gone.”  Natasha spoke up reassuringly and some of the tension left Heike’s body although Steve saw that Heinrich was still unconvinced, “We’ll find her and we’ll tell her what you told us.”

“I will also admit that I am worried about Carl,” Heike continued and Heinrich nodded, “while I know that Helmut would be incredibly protective and if the occasion asked for it, downright wrathful if any of his enemies tried to harm Carl in any manner, Carl is a young boy who adores his father.  He knows he has a talent and if he thought he could help his father by using this talent…” Heike trailed off.  Steve could see the shock on all the Avengers’ faces particularly Natasha, Rhodey and Tony’s faces at the implication that an innocent child could be manipulated into helping his father simply because they were related.

Heinrich confirmed the hidden message in Heike’s final speech for the Avengers, “It would be best if Helmut never found out about his son’s talent but we do not live in an ideal world.  We must be practical.  Do you know of a place where my grandson can learn to use his talent safely and without fear?” 

“There’s a place called Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters,” Natasha explained “and it would be the first place (Name) would go to feel safe again.  On the outside, it appears that the school is academically focused but that is a façade.  Its true purpose is to provide a safe environment for children and adults like Carl.”

“Can you escort him there?” Heike pleaded, “I fear that my ex-husband has eyes and ears everywhere and that it will be sooner rather than later that he finds out about Carl’s gift.”

Natasha raised her chin, “I will escort him there and do my absolute best to protect him,” she vowed.

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The gun was raising itself. It might have been your hands that were actually lifting it but there was nothing you could do to stop it from happening. You couldn’t even make yourself go slower. Instead, in a smooth and steady glide, you raised the gun towards your team.

They were ignorant of your actions, facing the opposite direction and trusting you to have their back. And you did! You wouldn’t ever hurt them on purpose. It was just right now you weren’t in control of your actions.

The witch had gotten you under her control back when the team had first landed the quinjet. Everyone had separated to spread out and cover more ground on your march to the castle and she had appeared from behind a group of trees in a flash of red. Before you could do more than aim your gun in her general direction, she had flared her fingers wide and a red sheen had overtaken you, tinting your vision and controlling your body.

You had fought her viciously at first but it was all for naught — the more you had struggled, the more control she had over you. It had been a quick and quiet fight but she had sent you after the team soon enough and they didn’t notice your struggle.

Now, with the castle under your control and almost everyone in the cells or cuffed, the team had relaxed enough to start calling in SHIELD to handle the aftermath — unknowing of the involuntary traitor in their midst.

The gunshot was loud and it was almost enough to drown out your internal screams. The blood was red and it was almost bright enough to be seen over the witch’s magic clouding your eyes.

Watching a member of your team fall to your feet in shock and injury, you didn’t see Cap’s shield come from his arms to strike you. But, fortunately, the black overtook the red and you hoped that when, if, you woke up that she would be gone from your head.

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A/N — any blank blogs that follow me are going to be reported then blocked. Pick a different profile pic and get a witty header or something.

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Domestic Avengers Comic Books

M’kay so, a thought I’ve had a bunch and I feel the need to share with tumblr cause you guys will get it (maybe even generate some fan art/fan comics… *fingers crossed*)

We know that Marvel has a bunch of different comic types right? Some of them have the more fantastical genre, some have more fight scenes and less words, others are more comedy or some (my favourites) are more internal and character driven.

There is one specific genre though that I feel marvel has missed the boat on. If you go on the Avengers section of the fandom interwebs you will find A LOT of domestic avengers.

It was the whole thing for a while right? The fanfic, art and memes based on the Avengers team living together in Avengers tower and doing normal stuff together.

Like, I can give you loads of ideas Marvel, loads of single issue style comics which are light and funny and would interest a bunch of people. They don’t all have to follow that remit of course but a bunch would.

Option one:

Avengers Team building games night.

(You could have a bunch of different games as different episodes but this was my first thought)

Monopoly.

Tony: instantly winning, has all the money and is bragging about how he is obviously the best equipped.

Steve: is barely hanging on but claims it’s better to spend money on what the people need than be rich, fundamentally not what the game is about but it’s Steve.

Clint: keeps ending up in jail, claims he knows what’s happening but keeps checking the rules on his phone

Natasha: waits till the end of the game to pull thousands in Monopoly money from her back pocket to the total confusion of all involved. Points out that if anyone knows corruption it’s the Russian one.

Chewie/Goose: eats pieces while Carol observes watching the players frown at the pieces they were sure they put on the board.

Or what about this: individual character pieces.

1. We have some of the team try to teach Vision how to dress for an event, each having their own ideas of how to style clothes, ending in vision looking awful but wearing something each person suggested.

2. Actual intern Peter Parker, on a simple journey through the streets of New York to both collect a complicated coffee order for the team and make it back with all elements involved. Featuring: trying to read Tony’s hand writing, editing the poorly spelled names on cups, avoiding pigeons who REALLY want the croissant he got for himself. Etc.

Movie nights!

practise missions!

skill-sharing!

paintball!

Contests!

Baby sitting!

House rules!

So! Many! Possibilities!

Would love people to tag their own detailed versions and even more would love you to tag your fan made versions of some of these ideas.

Domestic avengers comics- we need you!

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Hello hello!!!! It is the Sunshine Boy’s birthday today and I wrote my first fic for @steverogersweek​ !!!

Title: But I Got You

Ship: Stucky

Word Count: 974

Tags: Slice of Life Domestic Fluff Steve Rogers-centric Steve Rogers's Birthday Family Fluff Team as Family

Read HERE on ao3 or keep reading below!

Coney Island is teeming with people. Families strewn across the sand, sat under umbrellas or sunbathing on large towels. Children run along the water, giggling as they wade into the surf. It’s loud and crowded-- two things Steve doesn’t particularly enjoy-- but he finds he doesn’t mind so much today. 

In any case, he’d expected as much from Coney Island on the Fourth of July, but it had been his one wish for his birthday. For everyone to spend the day there, just like he used to as a kid when his ma would bring him to the beach for the afternoon and buy him some fried dough, then let him open his presents on the sand. His first couple of years out of the ice, he hadn’t asked for anything. But this strange new world is starting to feel like home. His friends morphing into something like a family and his apartment filling in at the edges as he and Bucky navigate their way through the 21st Century. Life is starting to feel less lonely, and Steve has had enough of letting these moments evade him. He figures it’s about time he embrace the community he’s started to make.

“Hey, you okay?”

Steve looks up from where he’d been watching a little boy and his dog play with a frisbee near the water, idly working his way through a red, white, and blue bomb pop. Bucky is standing over him, braided hair loose and damp. His chest is gleaming with ocean water and his swim trunks are still dripping. He and Clint had been wave diving for the last half-hour or so. Steve has yet to go in the water. He might not. He doesn’t like the ocean so much anymore, even if he loves the beach. The others don’t seem to mind, though. 

“Yeah, why?” Steve asks, taking another bite out of his bomb pop. 

Bucky plops down next to him, reaching for a paper towel and wiping Steve’s face. There’s juice all over his wrist, but he supposes he must have gotten a fair amount on his chin, too. 

“Just checking,” Bucky says. “You’ve been sitting here alone for a while.”

Steve shrugs. “I’m good. I was playing with Natasha and some of the kids earlier. I guess I just needed a little people break.”

Bucky nods, setting the used paper towel aside. “I figured, I was just checking.”

Steve shifts to the side, resting his head on Bucky’s shoulder, and this is familiar, too. Bucky and him at Coney Island together, spending entire days by the water and coming home with red cheeks and sunkissed hair. Steve’s freckles are coming out now-- he noticed them earlier. 

“I’m good,” Steve says again. He turns his bomb pop to the side, taking a bite out of the red slushee bit. Some blue drips onto his yellow swim trunks. 

“I’m glad,” Bucky says. “Are you having a good birthday so far?”

Steve nods, and he is. He really is. His gaze finds Tony by the shore, on his hands and knees as he helps Morgan carve out a moat around her sandcastle. Pepper is sitting nearby, watching them with a fond smile. Natasha, Clint, and Laura are still playing with Nate a little ways away, and Cooper and Lila are in the water. Bruce, Rhodey, and Sam went on a search for food a short while ago, claiming they all needed more snacks. And it’s a little jarring, thinking that everyone came here for him. For the company he wanted to have around on his birthday. 

“You know, I always sort of liked the thought of having a big family,” he says. 

Bucky shifts backwards, bracing himself back on one hand and wrapping his metal arm around Steve’s shoulders. Steve stays cuddled close.

“Oh yeah?” 

“Yeah,” Steve says. “I think sometimes I was jealous of yours. How many people you seemed to have around, and don’t get me wrong, I loved when it was just me and my ma, I just…”

“I know,” Bucky says. “It’s okay, you don’t gotta justify it or anything.”

Steve shrugs. “My point is I look at these guys and it’s almost like I have that big family now. I--” he suddenly finds his throat tight, and he bites his lip, taking a deep breath. “Everyone always did something for me on my birthdays the last couple of years, even when all I wanted to do was hole up in my own apartment. They had me, even when I didn’t want them to. They were there for me.” And it’s a realization he’s slowly coming to. That loneliness is a particular form of hell that nestles under one’s skin and makes them afraid to dig themselves out of a damning hole of isolation, even when the ball is in their court. When it was in his court for so long. 

Bucky is quiet for a moment. “They love you, you know.”

Steve finishes his popsicle. Down by the shore, Tony seems to catch his gaze, and lifts his hands to wave. Morgan twists around, waving too. Steve waves back. 

“I know,” he says. 

He never really had this before. This sort of birthday party where he could invite people and people <i>wanted</i> to come. It feels like it’s healing a small part of himself. The seven year old who just wanted a group of friends, like everyone else seemed to be making. The nine year old who was starting to learn that family wasn’t a drunk dad who hit him, but the strong resilient mother of his and the other people he let into his heart. That family didn’t only have to mean blood. 

This is the best birthday he could have asked for, he thinks. A birthday surrounded by family, in a place that feels like home.

[quietlyimplode]

leave everything but your bones behind

Whumptober 2022: day 18 - just get it over with

Warnings: medical procedures/stress positions/grief

Word Count: 1.2k (gif not mine)

Summary: Natasha becomes unwell and only the Red Room can fix her. The choice is die or go back to the very place that made her.

A/N: <3

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“We’re almost there, Nat.”

He says the words like they have meaning.

The transfusion started on Clint’s orders, the IV lines and constant monitor of her vitals placed in.

Bruce looks nervous as he places the antidote alongside antibiotics to run through the IV like. He just wants to get this over with.

If it works, his friend is safe. If it doesn’t, he may have just killed her.

Natasha is silent.

Steve paces.

Tony and Clint stand together, and together the Avengers wait.

.

The reaction starts slow, the increase in her heart rate that she can’t hide or control.

The temperature that hurts her skin.

Then, the pain that courses through her body.

If they were trying to torture her, she’d tell them all the truths and lies she knew.

“It hurts,” she squeeze out.

Clint’s order in the shower was not forgotten. He said she had to.

She didn’t want to say anything.

The machines start to buzz, as her vision whites and the familiar approach of a headache and seizure approaches.

“Hey, stay with us.”

Tony’s face appears in her vision, as she reaches for something to hold on to.

Immediately, he grabs her hand, tells her it’s going to be okay. She wants to believe him so badly.

Pain radiates again, and it feels like her brain short circuits.

“It hurts,” she says again, but this time her brain shorts out.

.

Bruce watches perplexed, the doctor injecting medications into IV, making sure the leads are long enough as she seizes.

He watches as her body slows, hopeful that the seizure has only lasted for a minute before it’s stopped, and she comes out of it, curling into herself as Tony squats next to her.

“Are you okay?”

The question is likely redundant, because her face crumples. All of a sudden she is sobbing and holding onto his hand for dear life.

Tony looks to Clint to take over but he shakes his head slowly, letting Tony take over as Steve pulls a chair for Tony to sit closer, before he leaves the room.

It feels like such an intimate moment to be part of that Bruce isn’t sure what he wants to do.

Choosing to sit in the corner, he opens his phone, and does what he knows, stays vigilant and holds his peace.

.

Steve leaves, his anger is tumultuous, as he heads outside for fresh air. He shouldn’t have the sound of her sobs in his head, but he does.

It’s going to haunt his dreams, just like her seizures do. Sometimes it morphs into Peggy seizing, sometimes it’s Bucky‘s eyes that are rolling to the back of his head.

He’s so glad they have her back, it’s done, but a part of him wishes they’d done more whilst they were there, blown it all up, taken out more; the higher ups. Dreykov, isn’t that who Clint had said?

He doesn’t miss the war, always wanted it done, over with.

No one wins in war, but being part of the Avengers continues to allow him to continue the part of the war that he can abide by; teamwork, reaching common goals, and eliminating bad people. Sometimes, it’s that simple.

The cold air hits him and he breathes deep.

Please let her be okay, he asks any deity that’s listening.

Please.

.

Clint watches as she clutches close to Tony.

It seems fitting that it’s not him, even though he desperately wants it to be.

He’s made her do things that he never wanted to do and feels like he’s betrayed her.

Steve leaves and Bruce curls in on himself.

He hears Tony’s quiet reassurance, even though they know it’s likely she’s not taking in his words.

Clint wonders if the the sobbing is pain, either physical or mental, means what he think it does, that’s she’s aware of where she is and what’s happened.

Ducking his head, he can’t help but shed a tear with her, wiping it away as soon as it falls.

.

“Six hours until we get there, sir.”

Dreykov nods, folding the newspaper, and uncrossing his legs in the thick leather chair.

The plane is easily cleared into the United States, money being no issue, but diplomatic air travel has always benefited him.

The two soldiers on his left, guard him, as he orders the widows into stress positions. The pilot looks uncomfortable as the girls on their knees look at the floor.

He wishes his dogs could travel with him.

He has a plan once they land, Secretary Ross had better agree, otherwise he’s prepared for underhanded means to get her back.

.

The room is uncharacteristically silent as the doctor enters.

Natasha appears to be asleep, her eyes closed anyway. Her face red and blotchy, and the doctor knows she’s shed tears.

Steve is missing, as is Bruce, but Tony and Clint sit either side of the red head.

First she checks with Jarvis, the screens updating with her vitals, her heart rate in a normal range, a little fast maybe; her blood pressure seems okay.

The last lot of blood they took before the seizure showed improvement, better than before she left.

The doctor doesn’t know the extent the men went to, to get her back in this room, but whatever they did to her has helped.

“Natasha,” she says softly, waking the woman with her voice.

“I’m sorry I need to take some more blood, is that okay?”

Dark, tired eyes look at her.

And then.

She nods, offering her arm. It’s a slow movement with her palm to the sky.. deliberate it seems, rather than forced.

Clint sits up, leans forward.

“Nat, can you.. You can do things you want?”

The doctor notices how clumsy it comes out, that he doesn’t want to tell her do something, even answer his questions.

Natasha is quiet as the doctor takes blood, leaves it on her tray.

“I’m going to test some things okay?”

Natasha nods again. Tony looks on interested and Clint shuffles his chair forward.

“Are you in any pain?”

There’s a shake of her head.

Progress. The pain killers are working.

“Can I see your burn marks?”

Another nod.

She lifts her top and even this movement brings the slightest of smiles to Clint’s face.

It’s different, it’s voluntary.

The doctor redresses the wound that seems on the mend, the blisters still present but the redness around them less.

Her bruising seems better, although still prominent across her torso.

“Are you hungry?”

The question is met with a stare, and then slowly, a shrug.

“I don’t know,” Natasha says, as if realising she has a voice, a say in this.

“I’m thirsty though.”

Almost comedically Tony and Clint stretch their arms to offer their water bottles.

The doctor waves them off and pours another drink into the disposable cup.

“How do you feel?”

The question has always been a difficult one for Natasha. It doesn’t surprise Clint to hear the stock standard answer that he knows she gives when she can’t be bothered explaining.

“I’m tired.”

The doctor nods.

“You can rest now. Thank you for this,” she holds up the blood, “we will hopefully have more answers for you tomorrow.”

Natasha nods looking directly to Clint.

“Thank you,” comes the quiet response.

Followed by the two men speaking the same words.

.

[mediocre-daydreams]

pov: your camera roll if you were an avenger (chaotic ed.)

when this picture was taken, tony and bucky still had animosity between them. steve had the "genius" idea to host game night to boost team morale and strengthen friendships or whatnot. in short, tony and bucky got in a fight while playing candyland and were put into time out together.

when nat proclaimed a girl's night. you and yelena were expecting face masks and gossip; instead, nat took you to a vineyard where you all got hammered. yelena was complaining, but she cheered up instantly after getting the number of the pretty girl working up front.

tony had just ordered an iron man themed electric toothbrush only to have it go missing two days later. the poor man had accused a total of six SHIELD agents of petty crime before he ransacked the entire tower. turns out, morgan had taken it.

bruce had invited dr. strange to his lab to study the mirror dimension using quantum physics analysis. tony was conveniently hosting a backyard barbeque and strange was confronted by his greatest weakness: hot sauce. once he started eating his spicy wings, tony quickly got him drunk and he never ended up returning to the lab.

after fighting extraterrestrial creatures that had escaped from asgard, thor suggested getting a snack. instead of destroying a shwarma restaurant like last time, tony ordered takeout. a lot of takeout. they had leftovers for three days.

yelena wasn't the best cook, and after all the leftovers had been eaten, she ended up having to make her own meals. you took this picture after the two of you had managed to turn off the smoke alarm. (she burned her chef boyardee pasta.)

wong had challenged wanda to a game of jenga—with a twist. instead of removing blocks with their hands, they had to use their magic. the two of them got so competitive that they ended up playing until 3AM. the game only stopped when wanda fell asleep and fell onto the table, knocking the tower over altogether.

strange and wong had gone out to go shopping for their new apprentice's birthday gift when bruce had flagged them down. banner had begged them to let him investigate their emporium, which they reluctantly agreed to. it was better than hours of quantum physics equations in the lab.

shang-chi had recently set up a room in the tower but was still traveling between his personal apartment and the avenger's residence. you didn't understand why until he'd invited you to his apartment, where you met his hyperactive dog. yelena wasn't the biggest fan of dogs.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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Coulson's Dream Team

Agent Coulson has a dream. Six extraordinary beings; brilliant, powerful, unique. He imagines bringing them together to form a team, to face the threats that others can’t.

Phil Coulson has a dream. Six extraordinary people; hurt, untrusting, lonely. He imagines bringing them together to form a family, finding comfort in each others’ company.

It takes months for them to truly fit together, but the results are more than he could have hoped.

Agent Phil Coulson looks around the Avengers common-room. Six extraordinary friends; relaxing together after another successful mission.

He knows which of those achievements he is more proud of.

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For: @steverogersbingo - B5: Phil Coulson @tonystarkbingo - R1: [image] Avengers symbol

[breakfast-with-a-side-of-angst]

It starts with training. Natasha and Steve pull her over to the indoor range and disassemble a pistol on a nearby table.

Penny glares at the weapon like it has teeth.

She hasn’t picked up a gun in years.

Not since that night. The convenience store. The robber. The gun. The blood - so much blood.

That’s what she remembers most: Bens blood pouring onto the asphalt and seeping through his shirt. By the end of the night she was covered in the stuff.

There had been so much blood.

“I don’t need to learn how to shoot a gun.” She spits at them, though she isn’t quite sure why she was angry. Then again, she knows exactly why she is angry.

“Look, I know you have your whole capture-not-kill policy, but if you’re in a life or death scenario and you happen across a gun, you need to know how to use it.” Steve says in his “Captain America” voice.

The righteous look on his face (like he knows a single fucking thing about her) is enough to piss her off.

She lets the anger carry her through the familiar motions as she shoves him aside and snatches the gun from his hands.

Her brain goes on autopilot as she assembles it with practiced hands. She knows what she’s doing, and she wants them to know it too.

The feeling of the cool metal in her hand makes her blood run icy. A lifetime ago, she had loved going to the range with her Uncle Ben, and she could feel his large hands guiding hers.

(But he isn’t here, and that’s what it all comes down to. He isn’t here.)

She clicks the safety off, and with practiced ease, unloads the clip into the human silhouette.

She’s a little rusty, but it’s still excellent shooting. (She’s a good shot. She always has been)

Penny neglected earmuffs, and she knows she’ll have a killer headache because of it. But in the moment, she only cares about proving that she didn’t need a lesson in shooting a gun (not when she’d had so many).