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“Did It Hurt?” - Oneshot
“Did It Hurt?” - Oneshot
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Lucifer Morningstar x Reader
Word Count: 2,262
Key: Y/N = Your Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color
Warnings: Cursing, Talk about violence
Summary: Lucifer finally tells you the truth about his scars.
Author’s Note: I’ve been wanting to do Lucifer fics for awhile, and this idea slowly worked its way out of my brain. It is not beta-read, but I hope you enjoy it! I may already have a few ideas for more stories in this fandom. <3
If you would like to be tagged in any of my future pieces, check out my tag list above and let me know! And as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!
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Lucifer had come home from working a case with Detective Decker a few minutes ago. He had dirt all over him and his suit when he came in. Not wanting to know the specifics, you just told him to go shower while you finished up. He nodded, gave you a kiss, and was off.
While preparing dinner for you and your boyfriend, you had to pinch yourself and make sure that your life was real. You were living in Los Angeles, dating Lucifer Morningstar who despite his reputation, treated you extremely well, and you felt safe. Who would have thought that that would even be a possibility for you?
In the midst of you zoning out, Lucifer had come out in some pajama bottoms and snuck his arms around your waist, hugging you from behind.
“Hello there, beautiful.” After the initial jump, you lightly smacked his arm before turning around in his arms to face him.
“Well hell-looo there!” You couldn’t help the smirk as you found Lucifer shirtless, which was always a nice surprise. He chuckled as he leaned down to kiss your forehead. He also reached behind you and stuck his finger in the dish you were working on, bringing it to his lips as you yet again smack his arm.
“Hey! Luci!”
“Whatever that is, it is delicious, love.” You couldn’t stay even pretend mad at him for long. Laughing you just shake your head and go back to cooking.
“Thank you, babe.” He places another kiss to the side of your head. You watch him walk away and make his way to the other side of the counter, grabbing something from the expansive collection of alcohol to go with dinner. While you couldn’t help admiring him, your eyes land on the two large and curved scars on his shoulders, the only scars you’ve ever seen on him.
You had seen the scars on his shoulders before. They were kind of hard to miss. And you were happy that he was comfortable enough around you to not hide them. But you still had no idea how he got them. You knew it was something that he didn’t want to talk about because you had asked him multiple times in the past, but you would be lying if you said that you weren’t curious and a little bit worried.
“You know, one day you are going to tell me the truth about those scars.” Lucifer turned to you with his eyebrow quirked up in a challenging manner.
“How do you know I haven’t already told you the truth?”
“Impossible.” You shake your head with a smile as you take the pan off the stovetop and reach for some plates.
“Oh really?” Lucifer brought his chosen liquor to his seat on the other side of the counter, pouring himself and you a glass.
“Yes! Because every time I’ve asked, you’ve said something different! And none of those stories seem to be real.”
You finish plating dinner and turn to give Lucifer his portion, expecting to see a smirk or some sort of look that says “Well, I guess you’ll never know.” But instead, you see him looking into his drink, his face showing a mix of worry and uneasiness. Sliding the plate in front of him, you try to break his gaze from the cup.
“You know I’m still going to love you no matter what happened to cause those, right?” Without looking up, his tone got a bit more serious with a twinge of what sounded like pain.
“Don’t make promises you are unsure of, dear.”
“Then tell me what happened and put my promise to the test.” You reach for your glass and take a sip, loving the taste but not able to relish in it because your worry for Lucifer takes precedence.
You can see him mulling something over in his head. He eventually just runs his hands over his face and sighs out a shuddered breath. You move around the counter and hop up on it, you get close enough to put your hand on his cheek and make him look at you. It broke your heart to see whatever trauma that those scars left in his eyes.
“Hey. If it makes you this upset, you don’t have to tell me. I want to know, but if it's going to hurt you, I don’t--”
“I am Lucifer.” His eyes were closed but pointed down towards the counter. The confused chuckled that escaped you was uncontrolled.
“We’ve been dating for awhile now, I think I know your name pretty well, ba--”
“No.” He took your hand from his cheek and from your lap and held them in both of his hands. “I am Lucifer Morningstar, Bealezbub, Mephistopheles, the prince of darkness, the Devil! I am…” He finally looked you in the eye, “the Devil.”
You sat there next to him, looking into his eyes to see if there were any indications that this was a joke. But you saw that he truly believed that he was the Devil. And surprisingly it made sense to you. Everything about him pointed towards that being true, but you hadn’t seen any sort of proof other than the genuine reactions he is showing right now as he tells you.
“Okay… Um… I’m not saying that I don’t believe you, but--”
“You don’t believe me.” His hands, which are still holding yours, drop slightly as he looks away dejectedly. You squeeze them and make him look at you.
“I’m saying that I need some proof. As much as I love you and I know you wouldn’t lie to me, I am just asking if there is anything you can show me.”
Lucifer’s leg begins to bounce with anxiety as he thinks about his next course of action. He knew that telling you would lead to this, he was just scared of the possible fear and rejection. He truly loved you, which is something he never thought was possible. He didn’t want to lose you. But he had to be honest with you.
He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, focusing on his arm. You watch his face, looking for any sign that this is going to far for him. When he meets your gaze again, his normally dark eyes are now a vicious red color.
You flinched and you saw that it hurt Lucifer. You didn’t know what you expected, but it definitely wasn’t that.
His eyes looked down at his arm. Following his gaze, you see that his skin was now more red. His veins looked like they were glowing under his skin.
“Oh my god!” You couldn’t help the shock as you dropped his hands and covered your gasp.
You took a moment to look at it as he reached for his glass and took a larger than normal drink. Your body moved faster than your brain as you held out a hand to him. Lucifer was confused, but you slowly reached out more until you were delicately holding his arm. It was warmer than a normal human, but not scalding. He let you move it, watching you look at the different shades of red of his true skin.
After a few minutes of looking at his arm, your gaze goes back to his eyes. As soon as you make eye contact, he takes a visibly nervous breath in and holds it, trying to figure out what you were thinking. He closed his eyes and quickly made his skin and eye color back to “normal.”
“Okay. So the stuff that I ignored in church growing up is--”
“Real. Well,” Lucifer tilts his head side to side. “most of it at least.”
Your brain exploded with questions. All of them were out of curiosity. There was no fear or overwhelming nature to any of them.
“Okay… So the whole heaven and hell thing. That’s real?”
Lucifer spent the next half hour patiently listening to all of your questions and answering them the best he could while the two of you ate. He got more and more comfortable the more he talked about it and saw that you were accepting them, accepting him.
“So what does all of this have to do with the scars on your back?” Your voice was a bit softer, knowing that this wasn’t going to be the easiest thing for him to answer. Lucifer’s change in demeanor said that you were right.
“The short version? I had wings. But when I left Hell and came here, I wanted to leave that all behind. So I…” He shifted in his seat, slightly rolling his left shoulder as if he still felt the weight of his wings, “I cut them off.”
You really weren’t sure how to respond. You understood the reasoning behind it, but you had no idea what that felt like. You had no way to relate to it or know how to try and help Lucifer feel better about the situation. All you could do was softly say, “I’m sorry.” Which got a chuckle out of Lucifer.
“Why in the world are you apologizing, dear? It's not like you had any part in it.”
“I know, but I just can’t imagine all of the frustration and sadness that went into a choice so painful.”
Lucifer knew how empathetic you could be, it was one of the reasons you were so appealing to him. You fell silent as you drank the last of your drink, Lucifer turned to completely face you.
“ I will say that you’re not reacting quite like how I thought you would. Usually when people find out about celestial beings being real, they go insane or end up too overwhelmed to handle it. But you. You are very... quiet.”
Lucifer needed to know how you felt about him and his true self. He was preparing himself for heartbreak, for you to get up, say something along the lines of “this is too much,” and then leave him.
Before he could think more negative thoughts, you spoke up.
“I’m just trying to fully absorb that God and angels and demons are real and that I’m actually in love with the Devil. It may take awhile, bu--”
“So you do still love me?” You meet Lucifer’s eyes. He looks so hopeful and shocked, but still too cautious and nervous to let himself feel the happiness of what you just said. You turn to face him completely now, taking his once red head in yours.
“Yes. It's going to take a hot minute to really solidify all of this new stuff in my brain. And I’m definitely going to still be surprised if you ever go all demon eyes on me. But yes. I love you, Lucifer Morningstar.”
A very shuddered exhale leaves the now thankful smile on his face. You stand up and close the distance between the two of you, standing between his legs as he sits on the bar stool. He doesn’t wrap his arms around your waist until yours are around his neck. He is gentle with his embrace, burying his head in your neck. You can feel a tear or two hit the sensitive skin by your collar bone.
You both stay like this for a minute or two. When you pull away a little bit, you take his face in both of your hands and lean in for a gentle kiss. Lucifer pulls you in closer, needed to feel all of this as validation. Letting it sink in that you do truly accept and love him for him.
You’re the one to break away one Lucifer seemed to relax and slowly go back to being his normal self. You sit back down and reach for the bottle on the counter, but Lucifer is already pouring you another drink. Smiling, you take the last bite of food that you have on your plate as a silent laugh leaves your nostrils. Lucifer notices.
“Laughing at my vulnerability now are we?”
“Oh god no! I just thought of one more question.”
“For now.”
“Yes, for now. I’m sure there will be others that pop into my head as time goes on.”
“Alright, what is your question?”
“Did it hurt?” You tried to be serious. Lucifer’s expression changed as if to say “isn’t it obvious?”
“What? When I cut off my wings? Yes! It's as if you were cutting off your arms, but a bit smaller, and on--.”
“No, no-- Not that, although that sounds awful. I meant…” You lean in a bit, Lucifer’s brow raises. “Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?”
You had lost it. Your uncontrollable laughter echoed through the penthouse, and while the noise made Lucifer’s heart happy, he groaned in annoyance at the awful pickup line. He put his head in one hand, pointing the other to the elevator on the other side of the room.
“Get out.”
You knew he didn’t mean it, but you played along and stood up. Before you could get to paces away, a familiar hand grabbed yours and pulled you back towards him. You found your place between his legs, both your hands and his automatically find their familiar places, as if nothing had changed.
Lucifer pulled you in closer and flashed his red eyes, making you jerk in his grasp. You both laughed and you lightly smacked his shoulder.
“Rude.”
“C’mon, love. It's a little funny.” He says through his trademark devilish smile as you both lean in for a kiss, ending the night better than he could have dreamed of.
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10+ Gorgeous Flamingo Pics To Celebrate Pink Flamingo Day
Pink Flamingo Day was declared in 2007 by Dean Mazzaralla, the mayor of Leominster, MA to honor the work of Don Featherstone, creator of the plastic lawn flamingo.
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Don Featherstone created the iconic piece in 1957 while working for Union Products. He based his design on photographs of flamingos from National Geographic because he was unable to get real flamingos to use as models. In 1996, Featherstone was awarded the 1996 Ig Nobel Art Prize (a parody of the Nobel Prize) for his creation of the pink flamingo.
Since the plastic garden beauties were created inspired by actual birds, let’s find out more about them. There are six species of modern flamingos and most of them live in Asia, Africa, and South America. Flamingos are pink because of carotenoids (naturally occurring pigments) in the food they eat (shrimp, algae, and plankton) and if they’re not getting the right diet their color fades. It takes up to three years for baby flamingos to turn their gray feathers into a colorful coat.
Celebrate this Friday, the 10th annual Pink Flamingo Day, by looking at many beautiful, fabulous and very very pink birds.
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Picking up a story that I haven’t touched since I started writing on here over 3 YEARS ago!
It's definitely hard to pick it back up without wanting to restart everything. But I know that it's going to end up better than when I first imagined it! (Especially now that I’ve finished the series and know more about the characters...)
#Alfred Pennyworth#alfred x reader#alfred pennyworth imagine#alfred pennyworth x reader#gotham imagine#gotham fandom#gotham fic#gotham fanfiction#DreaREX#DreaSaurusREX
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Gotham Masterlist
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** “From Something to Nothing to Something” - Moving back to Gotham seemed like a good idea. But after an apartment robbery hits you at the worst time, you rely on Alfred and Bruce for some help.
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“Fight Me” - Reader has a rough day and Bruce helps her out. Confessions are a thing.
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“Songbird” - Oswald and reader have been together for quite some time now. She has been with him through everything, but he finds out something new when he comes home from work early.
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“Stage Kisses” -Reader is working a show. Victor says that he has to work and can’t make it, but ends up surprising the reader.
** “Guard Dog” - After a home invasion, Victor’s girlfriend gets back on her feet with the help of others.
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“Tightrope Walking” - When Jerome comes back, you are forced to not only tell your boyfriend, Bruce, about your past, but you have to relive it too… (Includes: Bruce Wayne, Jerome Valeska, and Jim Gordon)
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“Rescue Mission” - Part 1
“Rescue Mission” - Part 1
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Frank Castle x Reader
Matthew Murdock x Sister!Reader
Word Count: 2,886
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Warnings: Violence, Language, I think that’s it. Let me know if I missed anything.
Summary: You’re one of the vigilantes that run through New York trying to make it a better place. You’re also dating the “dead” Frank Castle. Everything is manageable until you run into Daredevil and find out that he’s your brother, Matthew. Then shit hits the fan more than usual in Hell’s Kitchen.
Author’s Note: So I have this idea where I want to just have a sort of universe where the Hell's Kitchen boys and a vigilante reader are all together. For instance, my previous Frank piece “Care” would be a part of this universe. Not exactly sure about the timeline yet, but when I do, I will make a post about it.
For now, this is is going to be a series because my idea will take at least 3 parts probably. So once I get all my ducks in a line, I will update you guys with the order of this universe.
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- DreaSaurusREX
Even though your brother Matthew, had gone to law school and moved on to open up his firm with his college buddy, Foggy, he was a real idiot sometimes.
You had and found out about his second life as Daredevil, pretty quickly. You’d had your suspicions when the Devil intervened during a job of yours about a year ago, making you give up a douchebag to the cops instead of taking him out yourself. But it wasn’t until a month ago that you were sure it was him.
You had gone over to his place to check up on him after a particularly tough case that he and Foggy had been working on. You brought over a lot of food that he could easily reheat in his apartment, or at the office so he wouldn’t unintentionally overwork and starve himself. When you knocked on the door and heard no response, you decided to let yourself in with the spare key you he’d given you. After confirming that he wasn’t in the apartment, and putting the food in his fridge, you decided to play detective and snoop around. You were his little sister, of course you liked to look through his stuff. Through that investigation, you found the suit, baton, and horned helmet. Weirdly they were in a trunk underneath some of your dad’s old boxing stuff. You didn’t even know he had your dad’s old stuff.
You really couldn’t be mad at him for keeping that part of himself a secret from you. Afterall, he had no idea about Cerberus or the fact that you were dating one of the people that he he hated, Frank Castle.
It was a normal night that night. You did your rounds and successfully avoided Red or any of the other vigilantes that you’d been reading about in the papers. You didn’t know if you could deal with more superhero-esque drama in your life. Turning your attention to the street that you loomed over, you saw a bar, a convenience store, and a bank. Nothing seemed out of place, but something inside of you could tell that something wasn’t right.
You kept a close eye on the block for the next 15 minutes. A tall blonde woman came out of the bar with two men. Nothing bad, just some friends out for drinks. It was then that you realized you were watching Josie’s Bar and that the group that just walked out was Karen, Foggy, and Matt. Karen and Foggy were talking and you saw Matt staring off, his head cocked up a bit, as if to listen to the sky. Foggy then put a hand on Matt’s shoulder breaking his train of thought. The two men walking off in the way of Matt’s apartment, Karen walked in the direction of hers. You decided to follow her.
There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that Karen could attempt to protect herself if someone tried to jump her, but if there was more than one attacker, you feared for her. And when you lost sight of her in a small alleyway, you to jumped into action.
You quietly landed on a fire escape in the alley, getting a clearer view of Karen. She had the pepper spray you’d gotten her a few months ago in hand. Good girl, Karen.
“Hey, lady. Why don’t you come on over here and we can have some fun.” Some creep tried to get Karen’s attention, but she ignored him and kept walking, her grip tightening on the pepper spray. Her grip becoming tighter still when another man stepped in front of her.
“Hey. My buddy over there was talkin’ to yous.” Karen stood her ground and tried her best not to look scared. “It's very rude to not answer someone when theys is talkin’ to yous.”
Not moving an inch, Karen took a breath.
“Just let me through.” She couldn’t see it, but another two men came up the alley behind her. You stealthily slunk down the fire escape until you were hidden in the shadows behind the men.
“Hoo-hoo… Looks like we best teach this bitch some manners. Ain’t that right boys?” The second man gestured to the other three that were surrounding Karen. She was too frozen to move.
Time to make my entrance, I guess.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” You made your voice deeper, not only to sound more menacing, but to also attempt to keep your true identity a secret from Karen.
“Who the hell are yo-” one of them men start to ask. But then you see the familiar baton wrapped around his neck followed by an equally familiar voice.
“Karen. Get out of here.” She nodded and ran off, probably to her place.
You didn’t waste any time before fighting the two assholes closest to you. They came at you at the same time, brandishing knives. With one swift motion, you brought out your claws and started dodging attacks. You jumped behind one of the idiots and kicked him into the trash bags and brick wall to your right, making it, at least temporarily, a one-on-one fight.
You jumped over the second man as he lunged at you, scratching your claws down his back as you landed. His scream of pain was music to your ears but a warning to Daredevil. You pulled your pistol from your leg holster and got ready to put a bullet in the back of the man’s head. But of course, Daredevil didn’t like that. His baton snapped at your wrist, sending a wave of pain through your arm. You looked to your side as the baton retracted back to its owner.
“What the fuck?!”
“No killing” was all he said before he landed a knockout blow to his opponent’s skull.
All you could do was scoff before your attacker got back to his feet and swung at you. You just slipped out of the way, and socked him in the back of the head, causing him to crumble to the ground. But as the idiot fell, his knife grazed your side, leaving a sizeable cut. It wasn’t deep or deadly, but it still stung like a bitch.
You looked behind you to see that the first guy you’d taken care of was still knocked out from smashing into the brick earlier. Facing Daredevil again, you saw him land his final punch as well. He wasted no time and stormed over to you.
“Why were you following her?”
“I was just--”
“What do you want with her?”
“If you would just--”
“Who are you?!”
“Would you let me get one fucking word in, Matthew?!” Everything went silent after you said that. You were careful to not say it loudly incase anyone else heard, you’d just whispered it, but it had been loud enough for him to hear you. No use in altering your voice now. You pulled your mask down and took a breath before speaking in your normal voice so it was easier for Matthew to understand you.
“I won’t use your real name again. I just needed to get you to shut the fuck up.” He was quiet. You couldn’t get a clear read on how he was feeling. He’d just found out that his own sister was a vigilante. You turned to pick up your pistol that he’d knocked out of your grasp earlier as you spoke. “I know you probably have a lot of questions. Just let me--”
“Who else knows?”
You paused. That wasn’t the question you expected.
“About you? Or about me?
“You.”
“Two people.”
“Who? And why was I not a part of the group that knew before now?”
“My ex and my boyfriend both know. I didn’t tell you, because I knew how you’d react: by telling me to not do this, that it's ‘too dangerous’, and then go on and on about things I’d already considered before taking up this gig.” Matt scoffed and adjusted his stance, crossing his arms, clearly upset.
“First of all, we are going to have to discuss this ‘boyfriend’ when we go back to our normal lives. Second, why does your ex know?” You looked down on the ground, knowing how bad your brother was going to react to the fact that your ex was one of your victims.
“Well… Cerberus may or may not have visited him about 8 months ago and--” You saw him lean his head back to the sky and let out an aggravated sigh. He rubbed his hand down the lower half of his face and he turned back in your direction.
“(Y/N/N). You didn’t.”
“You’re partially right.” You moved towards a large steel commercial trash can and sat on top of it. “I didn’t do anything.” You paused. Matthew looked at you and tilted his head, knowing you had more to say. “But Cerberus may or may not have been the one to put a bullet in his head.”
“Jesus, (Y/N)...”
“Wow. Not very Catholic of you to use His name in vain--”
“This is not the time for jokes, (Y/N). What you’re doing is going to catch up to you and bite you in the ass. You--”
“Oh, like you’re safe from all of the consequences?!” You couldn’t help but get angry at him; he had no right to be this hypocritical. “You’ve been doing this longer than I have. You have much more on the line if and when they find out who you really are. What the fuck is gonna happen when Karen and Foggy find out? You ever think about that?”
Matthew lowered his gaze a bit and started to speak, but you could tell what he was about to say just from his demeanor.
“About that. They--”
“Oh my god… They already know, don’t they?” You started at your brother with a look of pure hurt and anger that he couldn’t see but he could sense.
“Look, I just--”
You hopped off the lid of the garbage can and started to walk back towards the fire escape you’d climbed down earlier, pulling your mask back up as you did.
“(Y/N/N), wait. I--”
“No. I am not going to sit here and listen to a story about how my brother fucking told his co-workers about his double life before he told his own fuckin’ sister. I’m not going talk to you out in the open about things that should only be discussed behind locked doors.” You took a deep breath to try to regain some composure. “I’ll come by your place tomorrow and we can talk then and there.”
You turned and climbed up the first set of ladders before you stopped and looked back to Matthew. You prepared for the backlash you were gonna get for saying the next bit.
“Also, I’m doing a pretty fuckin’ good job at keeping my identity a secret thanks to my boyfriend. Frank really knows his shit when it comes to stuff like this.”
And with that, you’re back across the rooftops of Hell’s Kitchen, heading home in a wave of anger. Matthew called the NYPD about the thugs in the alley before he headed home.
What neither of you saw or heard was the man hiding at the end of the alley with a camera. He pulled out his phone and dialed a number. With his thick Australian accent, he spoke quietly.
“I may have just found a way to get to the Frank Castle and the Daredevil...”
~~~~~~~~
Thankfully you had the day off from work the next day. Not only did you have to play it safe cause of the bandages wrapped around your torso from the knife slice, but you also had a wrist brace on thanks to Matthew’s stupid fucking baton.
Matthew.
You’d told him you would head over and talk that night. But first, you were trying to enjoy your day off, getting ready for lunch with a girl friend of yours. As you were getting your purse together, Frank walked through the door.
“Sweetheart?” he called through apartment, he sounded like he was in one piece, thank god.
“I’m in here,” you called back. Moments later you saw him in the doorway of your bedroom, he was looking good. Even though it seemed like he always had a bruise or a cut somewhere, he was Frank and he was alive. That’s all you could ask for.
“Where you off to today?”
“I’m meeting Allie at that cafe off of 52nd and 9th. We’ve both been so busy, and have been meaning to catch up for a few weeks now.” Frank just nodded and looked as if he was thinking. “I also won’t be here for dinner. Some shit hit the fan, and I gotta go talk to my brother tonight.”
Frank knew your brother was Matthew Murdock, but he didn’t know that he was also Daredevil (or Red as he liked to call him.) So hearing that you had to go to a lawyer, even if he was family, put him on edge.
“What do you mean ‘shit hit the fan’?” You walked towards him and took his hand.
“It’s just... family stuff. Can’t really go into specifics right now.” You gave his hand a light squeeze and then checked your watch. “Oh shit. I’m gonna be late if I don’t head out now.” You turned back and grabbed your purse.
“You’re comin’ home after dinner though, right?” You walked up to him and put a soft hand over his cheek, looking him dead in the eye.
“That’s the plan.” You smiled at him and saw him smile back. It wasn’t a big, goofy smile like yours, just a small side smirk, but you were the only person who could get any sort of smile out of him; it made you feel special. Frank leaned down and kissed you before walking you to the front door.
“Keep me updated, yeah?”
Frank would never admit it, but he did worry about you whenever you weren’t with him, even more so when he knew you were walking around the city alone. Yeah, you’re Cerberus, but when you didn’t have your claws or anything, you could be vulnerable too.
“Will do. Love ya’!”
And with that, you were off.
~~~~~~~~
Lunch was exactly what you’d needed. Allie was one of those friends that made other troubles seem to drift away for some time. Your lunch ended up being lunch and a walk around the park. It was a much needed escape.
You walked with Allie back to her place and then started walking to Matthew’s. If he wasn’t there, you would just start cooking something for dinner there. You’d gotten about halfway there and decided to text both of the boys. Frank first, since he was probably more worried than Matt.
(Y/N) - “Hey, babe. Lunch w/ Allie went great. Heading to Matt’s now. No stalking. Be careful tonight. Love you.”
Then you sent a quick “On my way” to Matthew, knowing his phone would read the message out loud to him when he opened it.
It was still light outside while you were walking, so it seemed safe enough to take a shortcut through an alleyway. You had gone through it multiple times in the past and ended up okay. But apparently it was a week of unusual occurrences.
You heard someone large come up behind you. Your instincts kicked in and you quickly slid to the side as a metal baseball bat wooshed by next to you, making a metallic clang as it smashed into the cement. Turning and staring at the man, you tried to remember if you had ever seen him before.
He was a six foot tall, muscular man with a scar running down his cheek and neck. His jet black hair was slicked back, and he wore a typical white collar, New Yorker outfit. But you had never interacted with him. So why the fuck was he swinging a metal baseball bat at you?
The man didn’t hesitate to swing at you again, and again, getting more and more angry as you dodged each attempt. You didn’t have any of your usual weapons with you, and your wrist was in a brace, but you fought as best you could.
One of this swings hit a metal pipe along the alley wall, causing an unpleasant vibration to go through the metal bat and into his hand. The man dropped the bat and recoiled, giving you a chance. You quickly picked up the bat and got a few good whacks at him. One in the gut and one in the middle of his back.
“Fucking bitch!” the man growled as he grabbed your ankle and pulled, causing you to land flat on your back.
The wind was knocked out of you, and you didn’t have enough time to get up before a meaty fist smashed into the left side of your face, and a knee was forced into your stomach. Your ears were ringing too much to hear what the douchebag was saying. All you could see was a cloth getting closer and closer to covering your airways. As he put a cell phone to his ear, you blacked out.
“I got her, boss. 47th and 9th.”
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“Rescue Mission” - Part 4
“Rescue Mission” - Part 4
( Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 )
My Masterlist - Here
My Tag List - Here
Frank Castle x Reader
Matthew Murdock x Sister!Reader
Word Count: 1,567
Key: Y/N = Your Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color
Warnings: Language, Violence, Kidnapping
Summary: You’re one of the vigilantes that run through Hell’s Kitchen, trying to make it a better place. You’re also dating the “dead” Frank Castle. Everything is manageable until you run into Daredevil and find out that he’s your brother, Matthew. Then shit hits the fan more than usual in Hell’s Kitchen.
Author’s Note: So I have this idea where I want to just have a sort of universe where the Hell's Kitchen boys and a vigilante reader are all together. For instance, my previous Frank piece “Care” would be a part of this universe. Not exactly sure about the timeline yet, but when I do, I will make a post about it.
For now, this is is going to be a series. So once I get all my ducks in a line, I will update you guys with the order of this universe.
Shoutout to @witchymarvelspacecasefor being there for me for the past year! I can’t wait to see where our friendship goes! Please check out her blog and read her great work!
If you would like to be tagged in any of my future pieces, check out my tag list above and let me know! And as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!
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- DreaSaurusREX
You could remember getting jumped in the alleyway on the way to Matthew’s. There was a bit of a scuffle and the greasy jerk had gotten the upperhand. But the next thing you knew, you woke up in a building that you had never been in before, strapped to a chair thanks to thick rope around your wrists, elbows, and ankles. You could feel a rash forming beneath the ropes.
There were only two windows on the wall behind you. Turning your neck as far as it could go, you were able to see a little bit out of the window to your left. There were other tall buildings around, so you knew you were still in the city; you couldn’t be too far from where you’d been jumped. Other than the windows, all you could see in the room when you looked around were a couple tables, chairs, and weapons spread out on the table closest to you. There were six men scattered around the room. Some in chairs, others standing and conversing.
Within seconds of you waking up and getting a basis of the room around you, a slender man in a grey button up and black slacks sauntered close to you.
“Look who finally decided to wake up! Little miss, (Y/N).”
You maintained eye contact, and did your best to keep a straight face. You knew better than to crumble under pressure. You just hoped you could survive whatever shit this asshole had planned for you.
“Or should should I say... Cerberus?”
You couldn’t help but tense up. Somehow this prick found out about your alter ego, which meant he could do some real damage. Not only to you, but to the people you cared about.
“I’m gonna keep this nice and simple. All you gotta do is tell me what I wanna know, and I won’t have my boy, Charlie, here bash your ribcage in. Now, my name is, Jeremy Scottslyn. We’ve got a couple… friends in common.” He took a few steps closer so that he was right in front of you. Jeremy squatted down so he was eye level with you before continuing.
“You see, we’ve been following Cerberus for awhile now. We know you usually work with the Frank Castle, thanks to your previous work. But when you and the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen decided to take out some of my boys the other night while they were having fun, that’s what did it for me.
“And then there’s the infamous Frank Castle. He has been after me and my men for years. He’s taken out too many of my brothers. So I’d like to get even.” You stared straight ahead, at the wall over his shoulder, and kept your breathing as even as you could. Jeremy chuckled at your attempt, and kept talking. “(Y/N), I want to know where they are.”
You stayed silent. This Jeremy guy really was an overconfident asshole. He told you his name, because he truly believed that you would give him what he wanted, and that you wouldn’t make it out of this room alive to tell anyone about him. Even though he knew about your connections to Daredevil and Punisher, he really didn’t know how fucked he was by kidnapping you.
After a couple beats of silence, Jeremy stood back up, started to roll up his sleeves, and circled you like a predator. You kept staring at the wall across from you, trying your best to prepare yourself for whatever was going to happen next.
“Ah, so that’s how we’re gonna play this game, is it? My boys go through all this trouble of followin’ you and gettin’ you here, and you aren’t even going to say ‘hello?’” He waited another beat, but the only response he got from you was complete disregard. “Alright…”
You expected him to come from your right, as that was the direction he was circling you. But instead, he came out from your left and landed a powerful blow to your stomach, causing you to lean forward as much as you could with the restraints around your arms.
“You interested in talkin’ yet, bitch?”
It was gonna be a long round of the waiting game...
~~~~~~~~
From that moment on, you were punched, slapped, kicked, and whacked by the biggest lackey in the room, Charlie. After the first half hour of beatings, you couldn’t help but cry and yell out in pain. You tried your hardest to not seem weak, but the pain was unbearable. You just tried to keep faith that your boys would find you. They were some of the best vigilantes in Hell's Kitchen. You just had to survive long enough.
Apparently Jeremy was getting impatient. He yelled from off to the right as Charlie prepared himself for his boss’s next order.
“Tell me where the fuck they are!” You still didn’t speak. It was definitely harder to keep your body or your breathing still, but you stayed silent. You kept staring at the wall ahead of you, thinking of happier thoughts; of hanging out with your brother or being with Frank. Anything to mentally take you away from this fucked up room surrounded by idiots.
Another one of Charlie’s meaty fists collided with the left side of your face, causing you to let out an involuntary screech. You could feel it getting harder to breathe. Before you could recover in any small way, you felt the now familiar feeling of a metal bat whack against your core. You couldn’t hold back the tears that were now freely flowing. The pain was too much, all you could do was sob.
“We can do this all night, babes.” Jeremy swung the bat again, but he masterfully stopped the bat before he actually hit your face instead of your core. An uncontrolled scream burst through your chest as you moved your head as far away as you could. “Or you could just tell me where the fuck the Devil and Punisher are, and we’d be right as roses.”
“I don’t know where they are! Please! I don’t know! I don’t know... ”
That answer didn’t please Jeremy. Instead, he got even closer to you and began to threaten you up close and personal. You couldn’t pay attention to what he said. All you thought about was how much your next move was going to hurt.
You leaned your head back and smashed your forehead against his nose. Your ears were ringing impossibly loud and you were starting to get tunnel vision, but you couldn’t let yourself fade out right now. You watched as Jeremy fell back on his ass and check how bad his nose was bleeding. If you were in a better position, you would have been proud of yourself.
As your vision was clearing up, you saw Jeremy coming back towards you, but this time he was equipped with a butterfly knife. Fear overcame you like a tsunami. That little stunt you pulled could have just cost you your life. It just depended on how desperate Jeremy was for information.
A scream of true fear escaped you as he got closer. Then from seemingly out of nowhere, one of the other goons came up and stuffed a cloth in your mouth. You kept screaming though. You had to hope that Frank and Matt were close, hope that Matt’s weird hearing could pick up even a whisper of what you were able to get out.
Jeremy didn’t hesitate to slash your right arm before pressing the knife against your cheekbone.
“One last chance, bitch. Tell me where the fuck they are or I swear I’ll--”
Before Jeremy could finish, the door on the opposite end of the room was busted down and gunshots filled the air. As Jeremy attempted to get to a hiding spot, he dug the knife into your thigh, leaving it standing upright. The pain overwhelmed you and you felt yourself fading in and out of consciousness as you let out another involuntary scream.
You heard all of the commotion going on in the room. Mostly gunshots and a lot of groaning in pain. There was also a familiar battle cry: Frank’s. You felt the rope around your ankles loosening, and the exasperated voice of your brother. With what little strength you had left, you tried to speak.
“M-m-matty…? F-frank…?
“(Y/N)! Thank Christ! Yes! We’re here! We got you! We’re gonna go home and get you patched up, alright?” You tried to nod but ended up just breathing a solid breath of understanding towards your brother. “You just gotta stay with me! C’mon! Stay here!”
You were struggling to stay in the moment, but you did your damndest. Then you slowly turned your head to face the directions of the gunshots. Your vision was blurry, but you were able to make out a familiar figure in all black with a white skull on his vest, and a large gun in his hands. A congenial voice accompanied that figure.
“Listen to him, sweetheart! It’s gonna hurt like hell, but you gotta stay with us! Just make it home and we’ll be there waiting!”
Your head rolled back towards Matthew. Whatever he said was lost as you were lifted in his arms at a painful price. You couldn’t control the scream that came out of you before you passed out and lost all control.
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“Rescue Mission” - Part 2
“Rescue Mission” - Part 2
( Part 1 )
My Main Masterlist - Here
My Marvel Masterlist - Here
My Tag List - Here
Frank Castle x Reader
Matthew Murdock x Sister!Reader
Word Count: 1,584
Key: Y/N = Your Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color
Warnings: Language, Violence, Kidnapping
Summary: You’re one of the vigilantes that run through Hell’s Kitchen, trying to make it a better place. You’re also dating the “dead” Frank Castle. Everything is manageable until you run into Daredevil and find out that he’s your brother, Matthew. Then shit hits the fan more than usual in Hell’s Kitchen.
Author’s Note: So I have this idea where I want to just have a sort of universe where the Hell's Kitchen boys and a vigilante reader are all together. For instance, my previous Frank piece “Care” would be a part of this universe. Not exactly sure about the timeline yet, but when I do, I will make a post about it.
For now, this is is going to be a series because my idea will take at least 3 parts probably. So once I get all my ducks in a line, I will update you guys with the order of this universe.
Special thanks to @witchymarvelspacecase for being my go-to person when it comes to ideas, writing, betareading, advice, and good conversations. Please go look at her work and see for yourself how great she is.
If you would like to be tagged in any of my future pieces, check out my tag list above and let me know! And as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!
<3
- DreaSaurusREX
Matthew’s phone went off and read your text out loud to let him know that you were on your way. So, he left the office and headed home to wait for you. That was three hours ago. Something wasn’t right.
He pulled out his phone and called you. It rang twice before going to voicemail.
“Hi! You’ve reached (Y/N). I either can’t come to the phone right now or I just don’t want to answer. Leave your name, number, and message after the beep and maybe I’ll get back to you!”
Matthew just sighed before leaving a message.
“(Y/N/N), this isn’t funny. Look, I know last night was not how either of us intended, and I was a jerk for not telling you sooner. But I just… Please let me know you’re okay? I’m going to come out and look for you. Even if you have protection with you, I’m worried. Call me back.”
Matthew had to take a few deep breaths to try to stop his mind from racing with all of the worst case scenarios. He was worried; you were his little sister, he couldn’t let his emotions make him erratic, but he had to find you and make sure you were okay.
He suited up, and began a search of your normal places. But after not hearing anything near your apartment, Josie’s, your work, or any of your other favorites he really began to worry. He was on the rooftop of his apartment building when he tried to call you again. It rang twice before going to voicemail again.
“Hi! You’ve reached (Y/N). I either can’t come to the phone right now or I just don’t want to answer. Leave your name, number, and message after the beep and maybe I’ll get back to you!”
“(Y/N/N), please. I’ve searched everywhere I could think of. Where are you? Call me back.”
He was putting his phone away when he heard someone on the other side of the rooftop. Matthew slowly put his hand on his baton and waited, bracing himself for whoever thought they could sneak up on him.
“Who’s there?”
Slowly, Frank Castle walked towards him with a M16 aimed and ready to fire.
“Red, why were you callin’ (Y/N)?” He took another step closer.
“Look, I know you two are together and I--” Frank took two more quick steps closer, within seven feet of Matthew, gun aimed right at his head.
“Doesn’t answer my question. Why the fuck were you calling her?”
Matthew had to think quickly. Either tell Frank about his relationship to you and get him to help find you, or try to run and find you by himself.
“Answer me, Red!”
“Alright! Alright! Just… Lower the gun.”
Frank took a beat before slowly lowering his gun, but he kept it nearby and ready incase shit hit the fan. Matthew could hear the gun brush up against Frank’s leg as he lowered it. He turned to face Frank and took a breath.
“If I tell you, it stays between us. Not just for my sake, but for (Y/N)’s.”
Frank adjusted his stance and nodded. Matthew heard him sigh out through his nose and took that as a gesture to proceed. Matthew raised his hands up to show he meant to harm and closed the gap between the two men for that he was only a couple feet away so he could softly say what he had to say.
“I’m (Y/N)’s brother.”
Frank was taken aback. He took a few steps away and began to pace a bit. He was trying to comprehend that small, but important sentence.
“Wait… You’re-“
“Yes, and I’d rather you not say it out loud in case someone is listening. Like I said, not only could my life be effected, but so could (Y/N)’s.”
Frank had other questions, like how the fuck he was able to be Daredevil while being blind as fuck, or how the fuck he got away with this shit. But those questions could wait. He was too worried about you.
“She was supposed to be going to your place to talk about ‘family things.’ So why were you calling her?”
“She never came by. She told me she was on her way, but that was now 4 hours ago. I tried calling her, but it went to voicemail. I’ve spent the past hour looking for her.”
“She hasn’t answered my calls either.” Matthew could hear Frank’s heartbeat getting faster the more he thought about the situation. “You know about her pal, Cereberus, yeah?”
Matthew nodded. “We ran into each other last night. That’s the ‘family things’ we were that we were going to talk about.”
“Well, she doesn’t have her claws. Had a wrist brace on and couldn’t use them. They’re back at the apartment.” Now Matthew’s heart was going faster. It was one thing if something happened to you and you had the ability to fight back, but not having the claws meant that anything could have happened to you.
“Did she say she was doing anything before she was supposed to stop at my place?”
“Lunch with a girlfriend. Allie. Small café on 52nd and 9th. She told me not to follow her.” Frank took a step away, looked down, and ran his hand through his hair. “The one fucking time I actually listen, this shit happens.”
“Alright. We’ll get her back. We just gotta think of how,” Matt was saying, not only to try to help Frank out, but help quiet his worries as well. “I’m assuming we both have checked the café?”
Frank just nodded. The boys wracked their brains for any other sort of clue or way to find you. Frank takes out his phone and suddenly his mind clicks. Lieberman.
“I’m a fucking dumbass.”
“What? What happened?”
“Her phone.”
“What about her phone?”
“It rang a couple times before it went to voicemail.”
“Yeah, same when I called her.”
“That means that her phone is still on. I know a guy that can help us.”
Frank called a man named Micro and told him to meet them both at a diner across town. The boys hopped in Frank’s van and sped to their rendezvous point as fast as he could. Frank told Matthew to wait for him across the street from an old diner while he talked to his guy. It took a few minutes, but Micro was able to use his computer and find your phone. It wasn’t far from where they were. Frank got the location and ran back to meet back up with Red.
“Well? Did your guy pull through?”
“Yeah. Her phone is by that abandoned building on 48th and Jefferson.”
Matt started heading back to the van so they could finally go find you, but didn’t hear Frank following. Frank was staring at the diner. It wasn’t too visually appealing, but it was one of his favorites in town. Matt walked back towards Frank and heard him controlling his breathing more than usual.
“You okay, Frank?”
“Hm? Yeah. Yeah, I’m good. It’s just… Uh… (Y/N/N) and I had our first real conversation here. I was searchin’ for a guy on my list, but she beat me and took care of him. Abusive ex of hers apparently.”
“Quinten?”
“Yeah. That asshole. I always thought that was a douche-y name.” Frank then turned and headed towards the van, Matt not far behind.
Thanks to Frank’s driving, it didn’t take too long to get to the address that Micro gave the boys. The only problem was that building itself was about 20 stories tall and it had 2 basement levels.
Matthew knew that the situation was serious, but arriving at the building, and not being able to hear much of anything going on inside made him even more worried. You were his little sister, the only real family he had left. Knowing that you were in trouble crushed him, add in the fact that he had no idea what kind of condition you were in or who the heck even took you? Matt was a mess inside. But he had to keep it together; he was not going to lose you. Not today. Not like this.
“Can you hear anything?” Frank looked to Matt and hoped for the best. “I don’t know how far out your messed up senses work.”
“No, I don’t hear anything specific from here.” Frank could tell Matthew was more tense.
“Alright. So here’s what we’re gonna do. I’m gonna start from the basement levels and work my way up. You start at the roof and work your way down. If you hear something or if I find anything, we call each other, yeah?”
Matthew couldn’t even muster up a “yes.” He just nodded his head once and started to head into the building. He only got a few steps before Frank caught up and stopped him.
“Hey, Red.”
“Yeah?”
“I know you and I don’t see eye-to-eye a lot. And I know our ways of fighting don’t exactly match up. But I—“
“Let’s just get (Y/N/N) back. I don’t care how. My only rule right now is do not hurt my little sister.”
“I don’t plan on that. Here or in the future.”
“Good.”
“Alright. Let’s go.”
Matt nodded again and headed to the roof while Frank began his descent. Both men going in with one mission in mind: you.
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“Rescue Mission” - Part 3
“Rescue Mission” - Part 3
( Part 1 / Part 2 )
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Frank Castle x Reader
Matthew Murdock x Sister!Reader
Word Count: 1,250
Key: Y/N = Your Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color
Warnings: Language, Violence, Kidnapping
Summary: You’re one of the vigilantes that run through Hell’s Kitchen, trying to make it a better place. You’re also dating the “dead” Frank Castle. Everything is manageable until you run into Daredevil and find out that he’s your brother, Matthew. Then shit hits the fan more than usual in Hell’s Kitchen.
Author’s Note: So I have this idea where I want to just have a sort of universe where the Hell's Kitchen boys and a vigilante reader are all together. For instance, my previous Frank piece “Care” would be a part of this universe. Not exactly sure about the timeline yet, but when I do, I will make a post about it.
For now, this is is going to be a series because my idea will take at least 3 parts probably. So once I get all my ducks in a line, I will update you guys with the order of this universe.
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After about 20 minutes, the boys met somewhere around the middle of the building on floor eight. They stepped out of the stairwell and took their first few steps into the hallway. 15 or so steps in, Matthew stopped dead in his tracks.
“C’mon, Red”
“Shh!” He quickly held a finger to his lips. As Frank kept an eye on possible attack points near them, Matthew tilted his head in various directions before he picked up an impatient male voice yelling at someone: “Tell me where the fuck they are!” followed by the sound of a punch to the ribs, a faint whimper, and struggled breathing.
“C’mon. Talk to me, Red.” Frank quietly ordered, but Matthew was still listening.
The swish of a metal baseball bat, followed by another pained whimper, and exasperated crying.
“We can do this all night, babes.” Another whoosh of the bat and a struggled plea, but there is no impact. “Or you could just tell me where the fuck the Daredevil and Punisher are, and we’d be right as roses.”
“I don’t know where they are! Please! I don’t know! I don’t know... ”
You were breaking. Matthew knew you wouldn’t give up any information, because you were more than stubborn enough, but that meant that the worst outcome, your death, could be a reality very shortly. He and Frank had to act smart, and fast.
“To the right. Far corner.”
Frank didn’t need to hear anything else. He began stealthily walking down the hallway, the soldier in him taking over. He got to the door and put his ear against it to make sure it was the right one. Matt was on the opposing wall listening as well. He could see a more complete picture now. Matthew heard the heartbeats of everyone in that room as well as what obstructions where in there.
“Six men, all armed.”
“What about (Y/N)?”
“She’s in there.” Matt listened closer and heard rope scraping against skin. “Tied up. Rope. She’s struggling to breathe normally. Fractured ribs. Her heartbeat is still there. She’s still alive. But we need to hurry.”
The boys heard a grunt, and a pain filled yell, but this time it came from whatever douchebag was torturing you as he fell on his ass.
“You fucking, bitch! That’s it!” The man exclaimed as Matthew heard the swish of a butterfly knife.
“He’s got a knife--” Before Matt could even finish his sentence, your screams pierced through the door and down the hallway. They quickly got muffled by one of the lackies stuffing cloth into your mouth, but the screaming continued.
Frank had been double checking his guns when you screamed. A switch went off in him and Matt could sense the Punisher coming out as you continued to plead and cry. After taking a step back, Frank muttered quietly to himself.
“One batch, two batch. Penny and dime…” After another breath, Frank didn’t hesitate to kick the door down and begin shooting.
As Frank took care of the first few men, Matt made his way closer to you. You were tied to a chair near the back wall of the room. He could smell the blood from wherever the man had just cut you. He started fighting with two of the men nearest to you. Quickly disarming them, it became a 2-on-1 fist fight.
The taller of the two men charged at Matthew and pushed him into the wall, but he wasted no time recovering and landing a kick to the man’s groin. As the man fell to his knees in pain, Matthew swiftly bashed his baton in the side of the man’s head, knocking him out cold. He had no time to reset as the other man tried to slash Matthew with a knife. Matthew heard it coming and easily dodged the attempt.
Before Matthew could do anything to counter further, a bullet flew through the man’s chest and he fell lifelessly to the ground. Matthew didn’t need to turn to figure out who’d shot that bullet.
“Get (Y/N) and get the fuck out of here!” Frank yelled from the other side of the room. Matthew nodded and moved toward the sound of your heartbeat. As he got closer, he got more and more worried about your injuries. He put a hand on your shoulder to orientate himself but didn’t feel you move to acknowledge him. He lifted his hand to your cheek and lightly tapped your face, your head going limp as he tried to move is gently.
“(Y/N)?! C’mon, (Y/N/N)! I know you’re not giving up right now!” Matthew tapped your face a couple more times before getting through the rope that was around your limbs. He could feel the blood around the ropes as well as the blood coming from a gash on your upper right arm. There was also a sizeable cut on your thigh that he felt as he was undoing the rope around your ankles.
Frank was making quick work out of your attackers, he was down to the last and most skilled two. One had managed to get a good punch to the side of Frank’s face, causing him to drop his gun and make him even angrier. With a loud battle cry, Frank tackled the idiot into the brick wall next to them and bashed the back of his skull against the grit behind him, leaving the man crumbling to the ground and making it a one-on-one finale.
Matthew was working on the last of the bonds when he heard you stir. Your head was down and slowly moved to the right towards the commotion that Frank was making.
“M-m-matty…? F-frank…?”
You were definitely fading in and out, but he was relieved that you were even partially conscious.
“(Y/N)! Thank Christ! Yes! We’re here! We got you! We’re gonna go home and get you patched up, alright?” You tried to nod but ended up just breathing a solid breath of understanding towards your brother. “You just gotta stay with me! C’mon! Stay here!”
Frank heard Matthew talking and looked up to see you looking at him, struggling to keep your eyes open. He tried to come over and help Matt with the last of it all, but a gunshot rang out and he quickly turned to punch the idiot in the face, making him stumble backwards a few feet.
“Listen to him, sweetheart! It’s gonna hurt like hell, but you gotta stay with us! Just make it home and we’ll be there waiting!” Frank then turned to finish the job.
Matthew didn’t wait for Frank to finish his battle, as soon as he had you completely untied and your wounds as stable as he could get them, he was out the door and headed to the van.
“Alright, hold on around my neck. You’re not gonna like me for this.”
Matthew guided your arms around his neck as he wiggled his underneath your legs. As soon as he started to pick you up, there was a guttural scream of pain that flowed from your chest before you started to go limp again.
Frank heard you and then saw the two of you rush out as the last of the attackers charged at him. Needless to say, Frank made quick work of taking out the trash. He was in the van only a minute after Matthew had gotten in and secured you, rushing to the safest place they could think of: Matthew’s Apartment.
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Update 9/20/18 - New Masterlist in the Works!
Hey there friends and pals!
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In preparation for my small return from hiatus (Monday 9/24/18!), I am doing something that I’ve wanted to do for a couple months now: Redoing my masterlist!
I won’t be getting rid of any of my stories, but I will be breaking my list into mini lists and rearranging the stories from favorites/more popular to least popular.
This new list will hopefully be less cluttered, easier to navigate, and visually look better!
I hope to have this done by tomorrow, but that also includes going through each of my stories and editing the links in there to make sure they’re correct. And I have over 70 stories...
So bare with me and I’ll let you know when the new one comes out/all of the stories are re-edited!
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“Hocus Pocus” - Oneshot
“Hocus Pocus” - Oneshot
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Steve Rogers x Reader
Word Count: 1,006
Key: Y/N = Your Name, Y/L/N = Your Last Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color
Warnings: None that I’m aware of? Insane selfish piece?
Summary: After working on one of your favorite holidays, you come home to one of the best surprises thanks to Steve and the team, but mostly Stevie.
Author’s Note: This is one of my selfish pieces that I am writing for around Halloween time because I’m going to be in rehearsal/tech rehearsals for the show I am ASMing and really just want to live vicariously through this imaginary life I create for myself.
Shoutout to @witchymarvelspacecase (formerly @the-witching-hours-123) for being a wonderful human being and helping me not only through writing but also life.
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“Alright everyone, we are back at 9:45.” You’d never been more thankful for a break, even if it was only for 10 minutes. You stood up from your work table and stretched your limbs. Grabbing your phone from the table you saw a few texts and a missed call from Steve. He knew you were at work tonight and that you were upset about it.
Halloween. Of all nights, you were called to work on Halloween night.
You had ranted to Steve when you found out earlier that week. You had a tradition of having your apartment decorated at the beginning of the month and then spending Halloween making themed treats and handing out candy to trick or treaters. Of course you would play your favorite holiday movies all day, including showing Steve your favorite that he still hadn’t seen: “Hocus Pocus”. It truly was one of your favorite days of the year.
And now you were spending it at work.
You told your co-worker that you were going to step outside for a phone call, and proceeded to dial Steve’s number. It only took a couple of rings before he answered.
“Hey there, doll! How’s work goin’?” He never failed to put a smile on your face; you always thought that if the word “positive” had a sound, it would be his voice. But there was something different tonight. There was background noise…
“Hey! It’s okay. Doing what I love, but still bitter about working on Halloween. Where are you? It doesn’t sound like the apartment.”
“Yeah, I’m with the team. They wanted to get together and hang out on Halloween. I’ll be back at the apartment by the time you get home though.”
You couldn’t help but be a bit upset. If you hadn’t been scheduled to work tonight, you could have been out with friends or at least with Steve. As much as you loved your work and the people you worked with, nothing beat family. After taking a breath to collect yourself, you spoke.
“Tell everyone I said ‘hi’ and that I wish I could be there. I should be back home at around 11, so long as Maria doesn’t hold us like last night.” Steve could hear the disappointment in your voice.
“Alright, I’ll make sure to be home before then. You want me to run you anything? Coffee? A snack? A kiss?” You could hear his smile when he offered the last thing, causing you to feel a small smile on your own face.
“As much as I would love all of those, I’m afraid that I’ll just run away from work if you come by. Plus, you’re having a good time. Go hang out with the team. I’ll be fine.”
“Okay. I’m just a call away if you--” In the midst of all of the background noise, a
“Rogers! Where’s the fricken--”
“Hang on, Tony!” You couldn’t help but giggle at the constant sass between the two boys. “Sorry, doll, gotta go.”
“No worries, babe. I’ll text you when I get to the car safely and head home.”
“Sounds good. I’ll see you when you get home. Work hard. Love you.”
“Love you too. See you later.” As soon as you hung up, you were thrown back into work.
“A little more than an hour left. Hopefully time will go by quickly…”
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Maria actually let you out 30 minutes early. So at 10:30PM, you packed your bag and clocked out. You plugged in your phone and put on some music before texting Steve and starting your drive home.
When you pulled into the parking garage of your apartment, you saw Steve’s bike in the parking space next to yours, letting you breathe a sigh of relief. Glad to know that he didn’t lose track of time with the team earlier.
You honestly didn’t even look into the apartment when you opened the door. You just turned to the entryway closet and began to hang up your stuff.
“I’m home!” You called out while hanging your bag and jacket up. “How was hanging out with--”
You didn’t get to finish your question because when you turned around to actually look into your apartment, you saw the entire team scattered around your place. Steve came up and wrapped his arms around you.
“Happy Halloween!” He leaned down and kissed your forehead while you looked around in disbelief. There were a few more decorations put up, cute themed food all in the kitchen, and even one of your favorite Halloween movies on the tv.
“Wha-- I mean-- Wait--”
“I wanted you to have even an hour of Halloween when you got home, but I needed help with cooking and whatnot, so I called Nat. Then we decided to just invite everyone over for a nice night. Surprise!”
You were honestly so happy. You knew how wonderful this family was, but this just solidified that thought. You leaned up and kissed Steve before going around and hugging everyone individually, thanking them. Natasha was so excited for you to try everything that Steve, Wanda, Sam, and her had been working on all afternoon.
You grabbed a plate of spooky treats and joined everyone in the living room for a movie, “Hocus Pocus”. Settling in next to Steve, he put an arm around you and you kissed his cheek.
“Thank you, Stevie. This is definitely the best surprise ever.” He just smiled and kissed your lips; you couldn’t help but smile too.
Steve and Bucky were enthralled by the movie. You weren’t the only one that knew this movie super well. Throughout the entire film, everyone quoted different parts with you. But the best moment was probably when you, Natasha, and Wanda all sang along during the “I Put a Spell on You” scene, earning applause from everyone else.
“You’re adorable.” Steve kissed your cheek. You turned to him with a playful smile.
“Maybe you’re just under my spell?”
“I wouldn’t mind if I was. After all, it’s just a bunch of Hocus Pocus.”
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“I’m Here” - Oneshot
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Jim Kirk x Reader
Word Count: 1,535
Key: Y/N = Your Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color
Warnings: Injuries, Feels
Summary: You are captured with the others thanks to Krall and his men. You are injured badly, but your knight in shining armor comes riding in on a… motorcycle?
Author’s Note: So apparently I started this fic over a month and a half ago, but I forgot about it or got invested in another story. I found it when going through my Google Docs files and decided to pick it back up. It’s a really simple piece, but I like it. I hope you do too!
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It was no secret that you and Jim Kirk were together. While you kept it professional when working, it did slip out every once in awhile. Most of the time, it came out when one of you were in danger. This was one of those times.
The Enterprise was attacked by what seemed like an endless stream of ships. Jim had literally shoved you in an escape pod, but you got captured by one of the enemy ships. Luckily, you were put in a cell with some of your other crew members. No one knew what was going on or how long you would be there.
That was a few days ago. In the span of those few days, you have seen members of your crew die in front of you and come face to face with the one known as Krall. You were trying to stand up in front of your friend, Sharon, and save her. But one of Krall’s meatheads easily shoved you to the ground. While two of them held Sharon steady, Krall loomed over you.
You waited for death to take you, but instead, Krall decided to stomp on your leg in two places: your right ankle and your right knee. You instantly screamed and cried in excruciating pain. No one dared to move though, not with Krall still in the room.
“Let this be a warning to you. Anyone else who tries to stand in the way will get much worse.” Krall threatened before walking out with his men and Sharon.
As soon as he left, Sulu was by your side. He reached to help you lay on your back, but you were still scared and ended up trying to swing at him, causing another tsunami of pain to radiate through your leg.
“Hey! (Y/N)! It’s me! They’re gone!” Realizing you weren’t in immediate danger, you broke down crying and reached for Sulu.
He got another crew member and tried to move you against the wall as gently as possible. As soon as you started moving, you screamed out in pain again, but you were glad to sit along the wall and have that back support. Sulu sat down next to you and pulled you into a protective hold. You leaned into his shoulder and cried until you felt your ears ringing and started getting tunnel vision.
“We need Jim.” Was the last thing you squeaked out before fainting.
When you woke up, you were being shaken by Hikaru. There was a long of commotion going on outside. It sounded like fighting. You panicked because you were in no condition to battle anyone or help. Before you could get too deep into that though, Hikaru gave you another shake, drawing your attention to him.
“(Y/N)! Come on, we’re getting the hell out of here!”
“Wait- Wha-What’s going--AHHH” Without warning, you were picked up by Sulu on your left and another figure on your right.
The intense pain shot through your leg as you were helped upright and walked out onto a platform, gravity not being friendly to your injuries. Between the pain and not having had much to eat or drink, you weren’t stable at all. Your vision was fading between normal and blurry while your ears had a faint ringing in them. While it was difficult to hear clearly, you now heard who else was holding you up after he spoke into a communicator.
“We got her, Jim.” Although your body felt heavy, you managed to lift your head up enough to see Leonard’s face as he pressed a button on a big boxy looking thing. A few seconds later, you felt the somewhat familiar pulling of the transporter.
You breathed a sigh of relief when you were no longer in that hellhole but instead on a ship. You had no idea who’s ship this was or how it is even up and running, but you didn’t get long to contemplate that before Bones and Sulu started yelling for people to move as they lead you somewhere.
As soon as you started moving, however, you felt your body go limp.
“Shit! (Y/N)! Do not give up on me right now!” You heard Leonard yell. You were still conscious, it was just hard to move.
“I’m not doing this on purpose, Bones.” You tried your best to grip on his shoulder better, but you were shaking so badly that it was a challenge. Leonard was watching you and saw your face go from pain to fear.
“Leonard, I’m scared.” You couldn’t stop the tears coming down your face. Bones looked to Sulu who was on your left and spoke.
“I know this is gonna hurt like hell and you’re not gonna like me until after you’re fixed up, but we’re going to pick you up on the count of 3.”
“Wait-- What?”
“One”
“Leonard, I don’t think--”
“Two”
And with a nod from both men, they adjusted so that they each had one hand under your leg and one supporting your torso. The pain you were feeling was probably one of, if not the worst pain you've ever felt in your life so far. But even though this position felt like your leg being smashed all over again, it got you to the makeshift medbay quicker.
You clamped onto Hikaru’s hand while Bones went to work on making a makeshift splint for your entire right leg. He was finishing up wrapping fabric around your knee and part of the split when his communicator went off.
“Bones! Is (Y/N) okay?!” While your ears were ringing, you could hear Jim’s voice. You opened your eyes and looked around to find him. Then you saw Bones talking into a comm, most likely where you heard Jim’s voice. Without thinking too much, you reached out and snatched the communicator from Leonard and began talking.
“James Tiberius Kirk, if you don’t get here soon and in one piece, I swear to god I--”
“Nice to hear you’re alive, sweetheart. I’m working on getting there as soon as I can. Just gotta-- JAYLAH!”
With that, his comm shut off and you were quickly put back into reality. Leonard took the comm from you and put his hand on your shoulder.
“He’ll be here. He may be an idiot, but he always comes back.” You smile for the first time in a few days. “Now I just have a quick question for you, (Y/N/N). What’s your favorite color?”
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Apparently, your body couldn’t take the pain anymore and decided to shut down. You don’t remember a lot past Bones asking you about colors. But you knew it was a distraction to try to make setting your leg a bit less hellish.
You slowly opened your eyes and saw that you weren’t on the ship anymore. Instead, it was white and sterile looking with a wall of ceiling to floor windows to your left. Even though everything you did made you realize how sore you were, you looked down and saw that you were in white clothes and in a hospital bed. Your right leg was encapsulated in a weird looking cast (the hospital must have gotten some new tech to make this.)
Your mind started coming back, then it all hit you at once. Your heart ached as you thought of the possibility of him not making it back alive.
Slowly and painfully, you attempted to get yourself to sit up straight. You needed to get someone and figure out what happened. Apparently, something must have alerted the staff that you were conscious because as you were wincing in pain, trying to get up, none other than Leonard McCoy came into your room.
“What in God’s name do you think you’re doing, (Y/N)?!” He had caught you as you were sat upright and had one leg working its way to the edge of the bed. He began to fuss and make you lay back down. “You just woke up, god damn it! You aren’t going anywhere right now.”
“What the hell happened?! How am I here? What happened to the rest of the crew? Where is Jim?” You began to really panic.
As if on cue, a somewhat beaten up Jim Kirk barged into your room. Tears flowed freely as Bones moved out of the way and Jim sped to you. Even though everything hurt, you dealt with the pain in order to wrap your arms around his neck and have him hug you.
It was really him. He was okay.
“Oh my god! Thank god! You’re here! This is real! You’re alive! You’re here,” you sputtered in between sobbing into his neck. He kissed your head a few times and rubbed his hands over your back, not letting go of you.
“I’m here, sweetheart. I’m here.”
After a minute or so, without letting go, Jim pulled back enough to put his hand on your face to help wipe away your tears, but they just kept coming. He pulled you into a much-needed kiss. “He really is fuckin here.”
Resting his forehead against yours, he grabbed one of your hands and placed a kiss on your knuckles.
“I’m real. I’m here.”
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“Cat Fight” - Oneshot
“Cat Fight” - Oneshot
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Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 1,744
Key: Y/N = Your Name, Y/L/N = Your Last Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color
Warnings: Language, not much else that I can see. If I missed anything, please let me know.
Summary: You are part cat thanks to Hydra, but it did help you get close to Bucky. You both survive the events of Civil War, and the team is working on reconnecting. But not everything is picture purr-fect.
Author’s Note: So I am not insanely happy with the ending, but I do enjoy this story. It was a random thought that I instantly texted @the-witching-hours12-3 about and then got the motivation to write it.
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You were originally from Chicago, but you’d moved after escaping from Hydra. They had targeted you, and thought you would be a good candidate for their “little experiment”. They wanted to genetically modify your genetic makeup to see if they could create a superhuman with the abilities of a feline but remaining human in appearance. Their tests were excruciating and never seemed to end, but they succeeded.
You’d developed retractable claws, impressive jumping and climbing skills, and very obvious patterns in your eyes and hair. Your eyes were now an unnaturally yellow color with a slitted pupil, like a cat’s. Your hair had turned black and now grew with gray stripes and streaks that looked surprisingly natural, closely resembling an American shorthair.
Hydra trained you to be one of their top assassins, and used your enhancements to make you one of the best in the world. They put a collar on you, an actual collar, and had thought that they could keep you confined to their facility.
That is, until you broke out. As soon as you did, you took whatever you could find from what had once been your home, and then fled; heading somewhere you thought no one would think to search.
That was about a year ago, you moved to Bucharest to start a new life. So did your boyfriend, James.
Throughout your time with Hydra, you had heard plenty about the Winter Soldier. You also had an idea of who he really was, who he had been before Hydra. So when you ran into a beautiful man with a mechanical arm, you knew it was him.
The two of you were in a small local cafe, he was in line to order a drink while you were working on a sketch. You stood up and decided to get in line behind him in order to talk to him after he paid. You went to go and tap his shoulder once he was walking away from the cash register, but he had been on alert and ended up grabbing your wrist with his metal hand, causing some pain. Once he turned around and saw that you weren’t a threat, however, he instantly let go and started to apologize.
“Îmi pare rău, dor! (I’m so sorry, miss!)” He said in Romanian. “Esti bine? (Are you alright?)”
“Sunt bine! Vorbești engleza? (I'm okay! Do you speak English?)” You had only been in the country a couple of months; your Romanian was still very rusty.
“Oh yeah. Sorry, thought you were a local.” You finally looked up at him, letting him see your slitted eyes. “Are you sure you’re okay, ma’am?”
“Can we talk? I think you’ll find that we have a lot more in common than expected.” He nodded and lead the two of you to a table where you talked until the cafe closed.
The two of you had bonded over your abnormalities and became close very quickly. Soon you were living together and helping one another through your many problems. His problems were mostly to do with his memory and social skills, yours were more to do with your physical mutations.
So as to not raise too many eyebrows, you had invested in colored contacts to put over your cat-like eyes, giving them a dark brown color instead. Your hair wasn’t too crazy; nowadays, people would bleach and dye their hair all sorts of colors, so your black and grey hair wasn’t too loud. And you’d learned to control your claws like Bucky had learned to control his temper.
Over the course of your relationship with Bucky you’d helped him (and, subsequently, the rest of the team) deal with the Sokovia Accords and the aftermath of the civil war between the Avengers. But now that it was all behind you, everyone was slowly coming back together. There were still arguments and varying opinions, but nothing that couldn’t be worked out or taken care of over time.
It was one of those nights where everyone had to be on their best behavior. Tony was throwing a formal party in order to show a sense of unity among the Avengers again. You had decided on simpler makeup and hair to go along with your 1940s inspired dress (for your enjoyment, and Bucky’s.) You were a bit self-conscious wearing this dress because of a gnarly scar that extended down your entire right arm courtesy of T’Challa during the fight in Germany all those years ago. You were civil with the ruler of Wakanda now, but you couldn’t help but still hold a bit of a grudge.
Bucky tried to help make sure you didn’t focus on that. The two of you were standing around a small bar table with Steve, sipping some drinks and chatting. Bucky knew that it would help you if you were involved in conversation with not only him, but Steve too.
“I can’t believe how professional this thing is. Tony really learned the difference between a college party and polished event,” Bucky commented while doing a pan around the room.
“Right? This is a very pleasant surprise,” you replied, looking around the room as well. But your glance was quick, not wanting to draw attention to your eyes, and Steve noticed.
“Hey, (Y/N/N)? You’re not wearing your contacts?”
“Yeah. I tried to put them in and got frustrated and gave up cause I was running late.” You took another sip of your drink before freezing at a voice behind you.
“Ah. It seems this is where you three had run away to tonight. I was beginning to think that the scaredy cat of the trio had run away.” There was no mistaking that accent. T’Challa. Your grip on your cup tightened just a little bit, you could almost hear the glass crackling under the increased pressure. Bucky’s hand made its way to the small of your back, slowly petting you to help keep you calm. You took a breath before responding.
“We have been wandering around all night. Met with people, helped with getting a better public image. Where have you been slinking off to, T’Challa?”
“Our paths must have not crossed; I apologize.” You were pleasantly surprised by his apology. You had expected some other snide comment about your mutation or not lack of ‘proper’ training or something equally annoying. “Just know that there is no shame in being scared. Just make sure you do not show weakness again. Or you may end up with more scars than that. ”
He nodded to your arm and began to turn away. You let out a growl that loud enough for Bucky and Steve to hear from the table. Your claws began to extend as he continued to talk, effectively negating his apology. Bucky saw your claws and made eye contact with Steve, but before either of them could get to you and get a grip on your arm to hold you back, you stalked up behind T’Challa and grabbed his shoulder. You applied enough pressure to make sure he felt your claws but not enough to do any damage, making him stop as you stepped around in front of him.
“Let’s make this clear, Kitkat. If we are supposed to be working together and getting the team back in working order, this shit needs to stop.” He opened his mouth to speak but you cut him off with a small hiss. “Oh no, you are going to wait until I am done talking. We don’t have the greatest relationship because you were a dick to me and to Bucky, but I am trying to move past it and at least be civil with you. If you can stop being a royal pain in the ass, then try talking to me again. If not, work your shit out somewhere else.”
You were about to walk away and leave him with that, but then thought of a much more badass ending.
“As much as you’d like to think that you’re the only cat in this cat and mouse game, you are very mistaken. If you keep playing, you’ll find out that you’re not the one with nine lives, your highness.”
You made sure to say his title in an angry growl. You met his usual calm and collected eyes with your angry yellow slits. Before T’Challa could say anything, Steve stepped in.
“Alright you two, enough. This is not the time or place. (Y/N/N), go back to the table. T’Challa, Tony is waving us over. We will deal with this later.”
You backed down, retracting your claws and letting Bucky grip your wrist and pull you back towards the table. Steve was using his authoritative voice that he knew you’d listen to. Bucky wrapped his arm around your waist and handed you your drink.
“While I’m glad you stood up to him, I could tell how worried Steve was. Maybe don’t bring out your claws next time, doll? I’m pretty sure that’s where Stevie lost it.”
“I’ll try. But I could not let him fuckin’ talk like that.” Bucky just smiled and kissed the side of your head.
“I know, sweetheart. He’ll come around at some point. I mean, hell, he’s finally okay with me. It just took time.” You just nodded and took another few sips of your drink. “I’m just glad Steve stepped in before it turned into an actual cat fight.” You looked at him and rolled your eyes. He just smiled and leaned in for a kiss, you turned and pulled away enough to talk.
“I’d rather not have to fight him, again.” You unintentionally pause and look down at the visible scar on your arm. You only looked for a moment before shaking your head as if you could just as easily shake away the mental image. “But if he tries me again, you know damn well that I won’t hesitate.”
You picked up your drink and took an annoyed sip. Bucky wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you a bit closer to him. He kissed your cheek before looking at you with one of those smiles that make your heart skip.
“I know that. That’s why I’ll be there to hold you back.” He took a sip of his drink before morphing his smile into a (somewhat) joking one. “Or help make him your personal scratching post.”
You couldn’t help but match his smile and lean in to kiss him.
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“You’re a Good Egg” - Oneshot
“You’re a Good Egg” - Oneshot
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Eggsy Unwin x Reader
Word Count: 1,588
Key: Y/N = Your Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color
Warnings: Blood, Cursing, Sort of Panic Attack
Summary: After a bad egg triggers a small attack, a good egg comes to the rescue.
Author’s Note: Okay. Real life story time quickly. I was making breakfast the other morning, I went to go crack three eggs into a bowl so I could make scrambled eggs, as is my normal weekend routine. The first two eggs were normal, but then the last egg was all red when it plopped into the bowl. It apparently triggered something in my head and I was then on my floor, catching my breath and trying to not think of it. I was able to breathe and then knock it all into the sink and start over. But now I am scared to crack eggs and see blood everywhere. Add that to my list of irrational fears.
The plus side of this is that I was able to calm myself down by writing this story idea out. So please enjoy this very selfish piece that I wrote to help me feel better about this morning’s adventure.
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It was a seemingly normal Sunday morning. You’d taken the weekend off of work for mental health reasons after a rather bad breakdown. With it being the last day of your mini-break, you decided to make a nice breakfast for yourself.
Your phone went off on the kitchen counter as you ducked into the refrigerator for eggs. Looking down at who texted you, you couldn’t help but smile. Eggsy Unwin.
Eggsy: Mornin’ luv. Feelin alright?
(Y/N): Yeah, I’m doing better. Cookin up some eggs and toast. Want any?
Eggsy: PLEASE. I’m headin’ out of the shop in a bit. I’ll be there soon.
Putting down your phone, you smiled like an idiot. Even though you and Eggsy weren’t romantically involved, you hoped that it would happen eventually. He was your closest mate and understood all of your quirks, irrational fears, and almost everything about you; he was one of the very few people who could actually help you feel okay.
Shaking your head, you snapped out of your Eggsy induced daydream. “Come on, (Y/N). Breakfast. Gotta cook if you wanna eat!”
You put on your favorite playlist of songs from your phone and began to gather everything you’d need: Eggs, cheese, veggies, toast, some fruit, milk, and butter.
Everything was going smoothly. Noshing on some strawberries as you opened the carton of eggs and slightly swayed along to your music. You knew you were going to do the toast last or else it would get wimpy, so it was time to get started on the eggs. To feed both you and Eggsy, it would probably be about five or six eggs.
The first two were perfect, the only bad thing was that you had a bit of egg white on your finger. The feeling of raw eggs on your hands was something that made you uneasy. Usually, you would run your hands under the sink for a second or two, get the slime off of, and then go back to being fine. But you decided to just wait until after you were done cracking all of the eggs you needed.
“I’m probably going to end up getting more on my hands, might as well just wait until the end. It won’t be bad.”
The next three were just as easy as the first two. You decided to do one more just in case. Picking the egg out of the carton and getting ready to tap it against the countertop, nothing felt abnormal. But as soon as you split it in half and plopped it in the bowl, your chest constricted and you felt yourself falter.
There was blood in the bowl. You quickly checked your hands but didn’t see any cuts on yourself. Not knowing what the hell was going on, you leaned over to the sink to rinse your hands and try to control your breathing.
“Maybe it was my imagination?”
That thought was quickly erased after looking into the bowl again. The egg white that surrounded the last egg that you cracked was not clear like it was supposed to be. It was a mucusy, blood red color.
Your brain shut down and your breathing became struggled. You had no idea what about that triggered this reaction, but you knew that this was going to be one of those moments that you carried with you for awhile. Grabbing your phone, you slid down the wall of the counter and focused on breathing and trying to ignore the bowl.
The vibration from your phone made you jump. Looking at the lit up screen, you saw Eggsy’s caller ID picture. You tried your best to not sound out of breath.
“Hello?”
“Hey! I’m leavin’ the shop now. I’m gonna stop at that coffee shop on the way home for a drink. You want me to pick up anythin’?”
“No. I-I’m good. Thanks though.” You knew Eggsy picked up the slight stutter. Shit.
“Somethin’ ain’t right. What’s wrong?” You tried to control yourself, but just attempting to do that right now made things flare up again. It was an almost endless circle that you needed help getting out of, and Eggsy was the only one who could really help. He heard your breathing getting more and more strained and instantly knew what was going on.
“(Y/N)? Sweetheart, talk to me. What’s goin’ on?”
“I was trying to make breakfast… and the egg… there’s blood… I don’t think it's mine but I just… I saw it and I-- Fuck. Eggsy please just get here soon. I can’t even get up and get rid of it I--” You struggled to speak and felt like an idiot when saying all of this out loud
“I’m only a few minutes away. Just keep breathin’ and I’ll be there soon, yeah?”
“Okay.” Your voice failing and making you sound weak. You felt so stupid having this type of reaction to an egg, but you honestly couldn’t help it.
“Hey. It’ll be alright. I’ll be over there soon and I’ll help take care of it.” A small smile found its way on your face.
“The door’s unlocked. Just come in when you get here.”
“I’ll be there in a mo’.” The line clicked off and you went back to breathing and trying not thinking about the bloody egg in your kitchen.
It really only took a few minutes for Eggsy to get to your apartment. You were doing better but stayed on the floor. You didn’t want to accidentally see the contents of the bowl and then have this all begin again. Eggsy dropped his keys on the table before coming into the kitchen and finding you; not paying attention to anything else in the room. JB was with him you could hear the noise of his tiny little feet racing towards you. He jumped into your lap and you started petting him without giving much thought to it. Eggsy saw where JB ran off to and then squatted down to be level with you before speaking.
“Hey. I’m here, luv. You alright?” He inspected your face, seeing if you really were doing okay or not. Then he checked your hands. You had mentioned blood, so he wanted to make sure it wasn’t your blood.
You looked up at him. You seemed to have calmed down a lot, not nearly as bad as some of the other times Eggsy had helped you.
“I’m okay. I just can’t get up and look at the eggs over there.” You pointed to the blue bowl on the counter. Eggsy kissed your forehead and sprang into action.
“I think I can take care of that.” He smiled and got up to look at what had triggered you.
He picked up the bowl and debated for a moment before pouring the eggs down the sink, turning on the water and garbage disposal, and letting it get everything away while he threw away the eggshells that were nearby. He then rinsed out the bowl and set it off to the side to dry before coming back to you. He held out his hands and helped you up off the ground.
“Is that better?” He asked in sincerity.
There was never any mocking when he knew you weren’t doing alright. One of the many things you loved about him. You looked around him and saw that everything that had even a hint of bloody egg white was gone. Nodding your head in response to his question, you were finally able to take in a full breath of relief.
“Thank you. I know it was a really stupid thing to freak out over but I--”
“Why’re you apologizin’? Everyone is set off by different things. And I told you I would help out as much as I could, remember?” You just wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a perfect hug.
“Still… Thank you.”
“Anytime, sweetheart.”
You both stayed like that for a moment, both of you too content to move. You unwillingly pulled away from him but didn’t get very far. Before you would really let go of him, he pulled you close to him but instead of a hug, you were met with his lips on yours in a gentle kiss. Taken a bit by surprise, you took a second to realize what was going on before you kissed him back. The two of you smiling into the kiss. Everything felt so right. That is, until your stomach decided to sound, making an awful noise like a dying whale. Eggsy laughed at the comedic moment killer but didn’t think badly of it.
“C’mon then. We’ll have time for more of that later.” He winked at you, causing you to roll your eyes. He pecked your lips once more before getting to work on helping you with breakfast.
With everything that had happened this morning, Eggsy took over cracking the eggs into the bowl but then letting you actually cook them. He wasn’t the best cook and worried he would burn them. As you poured the eggs and other ingredients into the pan, he took your phone and put your music back on.
“You know what, Eggsy?” He was stood behind you and had slid his hands around your sides, comfortably perching his head on top of yours.
“What’s up, luv?”
“Even though I’m gonna be wary around eggs, I know I always have one good egg: You.” Eggsy laughed and kissed the top of your head, the two of you enjoying the morning together.
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“Fireproof” - Epilogue Pt. 1
“Fireproof” - Epilogue Pt. 1
( Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 )
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Eggsy Unwin x Reader
Word Count: 1,548
Key: Y/N = Your Name, Y/L/N = Your Last Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color
Warnings: Feels(?). If I missed anything, please let me know
Summary: After a genetic mutation showed itself about 5 years ago, you became a Kingsman and worked alongside some of the best agents: Your father, Merlin, Roxy, and Eggsy. When you are assigned a mission with Eggsy, things flare up.
Author’s Note: I was writing out the epilogue earlier and realized that with where I wanted it to go and how long I tend to write, it was either going to be a very long epilogue, or I make it into 2 parts. A 2 part epilogue? Is that even a thing? IT IS NOW!
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It had been 8 months at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. While you didn’t really fit the “youngsters” part of the title, Charles had made an exception for you. He’d seen how badly you wanted, and needed his help; you had so much potential. Charles made it a personal goal of his to get you to an X-Men level of control. This being said, he was not forcing you to be a part of the team. He knew very well that it was your choice if you wanted to or not.
The past 8 months had been a mixture of some of the best things to happen in your life and the saddest moments so far. As much as you appreciated how much Charles had taught and trained you, you couldn’t help but be homesick. You missed your father, Roxy, and Eggsy like hell.
Visitation wasn’t easy at the school. Charles had to be aware of it and then there were all these security protocols that had to be taken care of. It was a hassle, but that didn’t mean it was impossible. Your father visited after your first three months, and then Eggsy and Roxy visited a month or two after that. You were able to go home for holiday, but that was only a two-week long break. Then it was right back into your world revolving around your mutation.
Even though it was a struggle to visit your family, you had strong communication across the pond. You were sure to update your father as much as you could, and video called him at least once a week to actually see him. The same went for Roxy. Eggsy was a different story. The two of you video called almost every night, unless he was on a mission or you were training late. But you never lost your love for each other.
It was one of those nights where you were extremely homesick and wanted nothing more than to either be back in London, or have a bit of London with you. You were sitting on your bed with your laptop. While taking a short break from reviewing your notes from Hank’s class on genetics, you couldn’t help but look at some pictures you’d taken with Eggsy during your holiday break.
Even though you were here for training, you enrolled in classes as well. Not as many as some of the other students, but enough to have a decent workload on top of your work with Charles. Every now and then, you needed to take a break. Those breaks were spent relaxing or looking at pictures and videos that you had saved on your computer.
You were in the middle of watching a video that Roxy had gotten of you and Eggsy walking around the park in the snow. The video ended with you and Eggsy laughing as snow fell off of a tree branch that was above the two of you. You paused the video, looking at how happy and carefree you and Eggsy were. After a minute or so of staring off into space and thinking, you were jolted back into reality by your computer jingling followed by a pop-up message:
“Eggsy Calling”
It was 5PM in your time zone, so it was close to 10 o'clock at night for him in London. You gladly answered while wiping a rogue tear away from your face.
“Hey there, babe!”
“Hey, luv! How’s the studyin’ goin’?”
“Very slow. This genetics stuff is due in a couple of days, but I thought it would distract me from thinking too much about tomorrow.” You slid your hands over your face and tried to take a deep breath.
Charles wanted you to go through a set of trials to really test how far you’d come. He wouldn’t tell you anything about what the test consisted of, which only added to your anxiety. Knowing him, it would not only be physically challenging, but also mentally strenuous; probably a mixture of both at one time.
“Hey, look at me.” You did so. “You are going to be fine. I know I haven’t been there to really see how much you’ve grown, but I already knew you were a fuckin’ badass. So I know damn well that you are not gonna let this all go tits up without a fight.”
You just laughed and nodded. It was still a wonder how he knew exactly what to say to make you feel even a bit better. You thanked him but of course he shoved it off.
“You never have to thank me for that kind of thing, (Y/N). You know that.” He winked and everything seemed normal until you saw his face slowly get more and more serious.
“Something’s not right. What’s wrong, Eggsy?”
“I uh…. I gotta go on a mission in the mornin’. Not just me, but Merlin and Rox as well.” He was watching you intently, trying to make sure you don’t get too upset.
“Oh…”
“So I won’t be able to call you before your trials. But I should be able to talk to you tomorrow night.” You would be lying if you said you weren’t a bit sad about that, but you knew what being a Kingsman entailed, for everyone. So you really couldn’t complain.
“That’s fine. You got a job to do.”
“You sure you’re alright, luv?” You blinked back some tears that were beginning to sting at our eyes and nodded while taking a breath.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine. Just please update me when you can. You know how worried I get when you go on missions, now add the fact that it's you, my best friend, and my father.”
“I know. I promise to tell you as much as I can.”
There was a buzz on his side of the line and he turned to put on his glasses and listen to whoever was giving him orders (most likely your father.) You knew what was going to happen next. He said some things quietly before taking them off and turning back to you.
“I’m sorry, babe, but I gotta go. Merlin wants us all to talk more before leaving in the morning.”
“It’s okay. I gotta finish this chapter and then go help with dinner. Rogue and I are making dinner for the team, even though I’m not technically a part of X-Men.”
“Alright. Well, I will text you in the morning when we head out. I love you.”
“I love you too. Now go meet with them and then get some sleep, mister!” You said jokingly, smiles growing on both of your faces.
“Will do, luv.”
Eggsy blew a kiss to the camera and then hung up. Leaving you alone again. Well, for a few seconds that is. You were running your hands against your face and through your hair, trying to fight off tears. Then you focused some energy on rolling a flame between your fingers, helping you calm down a bit more. A series of light knocks on your door
“Come in,” you breathed out, quickly wiping your face. Charles rolled in and could immediately tell that you were struggling; he knew you played with small flames like this when you needed to calm down. You didn’t let him into your head unless it was absolutely necessary, so he couldn’t tell what exactly was going on, he just knew something was wrong.
“Rogue started working in the kitchen and asked me to fetch you. Are you alright, (Y/N)?”
“Just homesick and thinking too much about tomorrow. I thought I would be able to talk to everyone back home before the trials, but Eggsy just told me that they have to go on a mission. According to him, I should be able to talk to him afterwards though.”
Charles wheeled closer and put a hand on your arm, causing you to stop moving the small flame around, focusing more on him.
“I promise you that tomorrow will be fine. You are much better than you think. You’re actually very close to the standards I hold for the team. Tomorrow will confirm that, not only to the others, but for you as well. Maybe then they will see why I proposed the idea of you becoming an X-Man.”
You couldn’t help but smile a bit at that. Hearing a compliment like that from someone who really knows the life of a mutant hit you harder than normal. But then you thought about being a part of this team. There was no way you could choose this over your family in Kingsman. But you were becoming a part of this family as well.
“Thank you, Charles. I just don’t know if I could. If there was any way to think of being a part of both, I would heavily consider. But my blood and heart are back in England.” You felt another tear fall down your cheek, this time from more positive feelings. You quickly wiped it with the back of your sleeve and took a breath in.
“That is perfectly understandable. It was just a thought.” He took a pause, considering something before smiling and changing topics. “Now, no more tears. We better not keep Rogue waiting more than she has been.”
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“Fireproof” - Part 6
“Fireproof” - Part 6
( Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 )
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Eggsy Unwin x Reader
Word Count: 1,280
Key: Y/N = Your Name, Y/L/N = Your Last Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color
Warnings: Injuries, Feels Galore
Summary: After a genetic mutation showed itself about 5 years ago, you became a Kingsman and worked alongside some of the best agents: Your father, Merlin, Roxy, and Eggsy. When you are assigned a mission with Eggsy, things flare up.
Author’s Note: This part was okay to write until halfway through, then it was a struggle for me. But I finally finished it and then had @the-witching-hours12-3 work her beta-reading magic and helped me figure out how to make this part good. <3
There will be a 2 part epilogue after this (because I can) and I am excited for those!
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The plane landed safely back at headquarters. You were relieved to be home, but using your mutation as much as you had and being as beaten as you were, you had little in the way of energy. Eggsy was under your right arm, letting you use him as a crutch. Merlin and Roxy were waiting on the ground to welcome you home and congratulate you on the mission.
There were only six steps from the plane to the ground. You made it down the first one but then had to stop; you felt another wave of lightheadedness start to wash over you. Eggsy felt you stop and switched from feeling grateful to be back, to being protective and ready to help. As soon as you began to reach for his arm, Eggsy was ready to catch you.
“Eggsy, I don’t think I can…” was all that you were able to get out before your legs gave out and the tunnel vision took over. Merlin and Roxy’s smiles fell as they saw you reach for Eggsy and collapse.
“Shit! Alright, I got you, luv.” Eggsy easily caught you and carried you bridal style rushed to the infirmary with Merlin and Roxy not far behind.
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After you were taken back by a professional, Eggsy and Merlin discussed what happened during the mission. Merlin then sent Eggsy to go get cleaned up and have something to eat. While Eggsy took care of himself, Merlin stayed with you. The doctors moved you into a private room after they cleared you and Merlin sat by your bed.
It was about an hour later when Eggsy knocked on the door. Merlin got up from his chair near your bed and opened the door. Eggsy walked in and saw you hooked up to an IV, with a cannula in your nose, and a few monitors surrounding your bed. He took a deep breath in and shakily let it out, fearing that the doctors had found something worse or that using your powers to the extent that you had may have left internal damage. Merlin quietly shut the door and then put a hand on Eggsy’s shoulder.
“She’s going to be fine. She’s asleep; she’ll have to take it easy for a week or so. The IVs are to make sure she is hydrated and won’t accidentally set anything on fire. The cannula is to help her oxygen intake. Her mutation uses up a lot of her oxygen and then slowly eases up after she stops actively using it and then she can function normally; that’s why she fainted. But she’ll recover.” Merlin watched as Eggsy let out a sigh of relief. He then saw that Eggsy had a bag in his hand. From what he could tell, there were a few flowers, your favorite movie, and some snacks in the bag. Merlin smiled and patted Eggsy’s shoulder before moving in front of him.
“Thank you for being there for her. I know this isn’t the first time, nor will it be the last.”
“No it will not. I don’t plan on leavin’ her anytime soon.”
“I can tell how much you mean to each other. That being said I don’t think I need to warn you what will happen if you decide to mess with my daughter. Just keep in mind that while I know she can fry you like chips, I can also take you out and make sure your body is never found. Understood?” Eggsy eyes went wide as he absorbed Merlin’s threat, then he nodded in response.
“Good. She should wake up soon. Good job on the mission. Have a good night.” Merlin said as he exited the room.
Eggsy let out a breath that he didn’t know he was holding and started to quietly set up the things he brought. He wasn’t able to get much set up except the flowers, since everything else was a bit noisy, so he elected to just sit next to you and try to finally take a breather until you woke up.
He softly took your hand in his and raised it to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles then he began to rub small, smooth circles across the back of your hand using his thumb. Even though his touch was featherlight, it was enough to cause you to stir. You slowly opened your eyes and see his heart stopping green ones. Giving his hand a light squeeze, you knew he was really there and that you were safe. Smiling, you spoke.
“So when do you wanna have that talk and that dinner date, bruv?” Eggsy broke out into a smile and breathed out a chuckle.
“You’re layin’ in a hospital bed and that’s what comes to your mind?” You let out a strained laugh, your entire torso in pain but you tried to push through it. Eggsy kissed your hand, and you could feel him smiling against your skin.
“What’s in the bag?” You looked next to him and saw one of your canvas bags full of stuff. Eggsy looked down and then brought it into his lap. Smiling, he pulled out more things than you thought could possibly have fit in there together. Your laptop, charger, favorite movies, crisps, water, and even your comfy clothes and favorite blanket.
“Figured you’d want to be as comfy as you could be if you are stuck here for a couple days.”
“Aw, Eggsy!” You pulled on his hand a bit, signaling him to lean over. Somehow, you were able to maneuver around the IV chord and cannula and wrap your good arm around his neck in an embrace. “Thank you.”
“Of course, luv!”
It was a quick hug because you felt the soreness and pain hitting you. When you did pull away, Eggsy was quick to plant a kiss on your lips before sitting back down in his seat. He began to boot up your laptop so the two of you could watch a movie and relax.
“Alright, which movie will it be then?” He held out two of your top movies and waited for you to choose before continuing to set up. You watched him for a moment, really thinking about how thankful you were to have him in your life and how much your next topic of conversation would impact the two of you.
“So, I was talking with my dad earlier…” You trailed off, trying to really figure out how you wanted to phrase the next part.
“Yeah? What about?”
Eggsy was still getting everything from his bag of goodies out and ready, not really looking at you. He didn’t catch the small anxious look you had on your face until you reached for his hand. He instantly stopped what he was doing and firmly held your hand in his.
If its anythin’ about me treatin’ you right, I had that conversation with him too and you don’t have to worry about anythin’. I promise I--” You couldn’t help but laugh at his initial reaction.
“No! No, Eggsy! It’s not that.” You watched him let out a sigh of relief before getting that confused puppy dog look on his face.
“What do you think about me giving Charles a call?”
“Charles who?”
You pointed to a folder that was on the bedside table. Eggsy looked at you warily before reaching over and lifting the folder. As soon as he picked it up, he realized what this folder was for. Opening it up, he remembered looking through it after your nightmare the other night and read the cover letter:
Charles Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters.
1407 Graymalkin Lane, Salem Center
Westchester County, New York
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“Green “- Oneshot
“Green” - Oneshot
Bucky Barnes x Reader
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Other characters: Steve Rogers and Tony Stark
Word Count: 1518
Key: Y/N = Your Name, L/N = Your Last Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color
Warnings: Cursing (I naturally curse a lot and it comes out in my writing sometimes. Sorry.)
Summary: Reader has been having a tough time and needs an escape. She loses control when she is stopped. Bucky has to try to calm her down.
Author’s Note: I know the title is weird. I’m not very good at titles. If you have a better idea, please suggest it! Haha!
This is my interpretation of the characters and the reader is one of my own creation. I leave the names and such open so you can put your own name and features in or you can create your own. I know this may not please everyone, but I’m write for myself. I hope people will enjoy this fanfic, but I know that you can’t please everyone.
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You really weren’t feeling okay today. You needed an escape from everyone for even an hour. You usually talked to your boyfriend, Bucky, about this type of stuff. But he was training with Wanda and Sam. Not wanting to be a bother to anyone, you decided to just go walk around and see where you end up.
Putting your laptop in your bag and grabbing your keys, you were about to head out when Steve stopped you.
“Hey, (Y/N). Where you off to?” He asked over his shoulder while he worked on lunch for everyone.
“I don’t know yet. I just… I need to go for a bit.” You kept your gaze focused towards the ground. You really didn’t want to talk. Why can’t he just let me go in peace?
Apparently your voice wavered or something because he quickly looked up at you and instantly grew worried. He knew you had problems, but you haven’t looked this bad in a long time. Steve was concerned for your safety. Everyone in the group was super close, so it wasn’t unusual for him to be like this towards you.
“Is something wrong? You haven’t been yourself lately. Did Bucky do something? Cause I swear if he did--”
“No. We’re fine. I’m fine. I just need to get out.” You felt something growing inside of you and you had no idea what it was. It scared you. You’re need for an escape grew as this thing grew.
You tried to walk past Steve but he stepped in front of you.
“(Y/N). Please just talk--” He tried to put a hand on your arm but you recoiled and lost it.
“Goddammit Steve! I can’t! It’s not that easy!” He looked a bit hurt, but kept trying to get you to talk.
“(Y/N), calm down. I’m not trying to hurt you. I’m trying to help you out.” He tried to reach out to you again. You quickly hit his hand away and felt something change in you.
The feeling that was growing inside of you burst. Your hands shot up and you saw green, ghostly shards fly out towards Steve. Most of them hit the wall to his right, but then you saw him grab his upper arm and move out of the way. You snapped out of the fog you were in and saw him leaning against the wall, blood staining his shirt under his hand that was putting pressure on the wound. You looked down at your hands in fear, there was a green hue around them.
Steve saw that you were shook. He got up from the wall and tried to make his way closer to you to help calm you down.
Looking back at Steve, he was almost standing up again. He was in pain, but you didn’t see anger or fear in his eyes, just worry. You ran back to your room and shut the door. You slid down the wall and sat there, trying to catch your breath and figure out what just happened.
You fumbled for your phone in your purse and shakily scrolled until you found Bucky’s name.
“SOS. Steve hurt. My fault. Having attack. Help.”
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After 30 minutes of fight practice, the trio decided to take a quick break. Wanda and Sam made some joke while they grabbed their water bottles. Bucky laughed along with them while he grabbed his phone.
New message from (Y/N/N).
3 Missed calls from Steve.
He quickly read your text and started running to the stairs. It was 8 flights up, but it was faster than waiting for the elevator. As he was running, Steve called him
“Steve. What happened?”
“(Y/N) tried to leave and I stopped her to see what was wrong and she lost it. Some new power came over her. I know she didn’t mean for anything bad to happen but--”
“Wait- Are you okay?”
“Her power. It got my arm. I’ll be fine, Banner is patching me up right now. But Tony left when I told him what happened. He was pissed.”
“I’m heading to (Y/N). I’ll see you after.”
“Be safe.”
Bucky ran faster than he had before. Tony was always iffy about you, this had to have set him off. He had to make it to you before things got worse.
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As you hit send and tried to slow your breathing, your door shot open and Tony stood there looking furious. You somehow stood up so you could be at eye level with him even though you didn’t even look up.
“What the hell just happened, (Y/N)?! Steve came into the lab asking Bruce for help because you lost control?”
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened. I just--”
“You endangered a member of the team. You’re lucky it was Cap and not anyone else.” You couldn’t stop crying or shaking. You felt awful and you don’t even know what happened. Why couldn’t Tony see how you were feeling?
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Bucky finally made it to the right floor. He opened the door from the stairwell and could hear Tony yelling at you from down the hall. He also heard you crying.
“Damn it, Stark.” He said under his breath as he made his way to your door, which was open. As soon as he took one step, he saw green flash out of your room and Tony backing up. You weren’t too far behind.
“I asked you to leave. I don’t know what the fuck is happening to me. I feel like shit about Steve. Just please GO.”
You had your back to Bucky and didn’t even notice him there, but he could see enough. You were shaking and had green around your hands. Bucky had never seen this. Tony made eye contact and he was actually a bit scared. He didn’t have his suit or anything to protect himself and he was backed against a wall.
You were raising your hand to strike again, Bucky had to act quick. He snuck up behind you and wrapped his arms around your torso so your arms were trapped against your chest.
You panicked, but then felt and saw the familiar metal arm and started to feel the anger ebb away. Instead of anger, you just crumbled. Tears flowed from your eyes and you could barely stand.
Bucky shushed you and started to lead you back into your room.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. I got you. I’m here, doll.”
He turned his attention to Tony for a second.
“Go back to the lab. We’ll talk about this later.” Tony tried to argue back but was met with Bucky’s anger.
“Tony. Now.” He left while muttering something under his breath.
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Bucky was able to get you to lay down in your bed with him, your arms still against your chest. He knew better than to try to make you talk right now, so he just let you get it all out while trying to calm you down. Running his hands up and down your back or through your hair always worked.
After a good 15 or so minutes, you had stopped crying and your breathing was getting better. You decided to speak up.
“I don’t know what happened. I just wanted to go for a walk. I didn’t mean to hurt Steve. I’m sorry. I just… I don’t know what happened.”
“It's alright, doll. Steve has been through worse injuries. And from what he told me on the phone, it wasn’t much more than a couple cuts. He’ll be fine. He isn’t mad at you.”
You were silent for a second.
“Thank you for helping me calm down. I thought I could do it myself, but then Tony came in and--” Bucky cut you off. He knew that if you kept going, you would work yourself up again.
“I’m going to talk with Tony later. What he did was uncalled for.”
“But he’s right to be angry at me. What if that was someone else? We know nothing about what caused this new ability or what it even consists of.” Bucky cut you off again.
“And we’ll figure it out. Right now, we are going to take it slow. When you’re okay enough, we’ll go talk to Bruce about what happened from your point of view, and we’ll take it from there.
You were going to keep talking about the ‘what ifs’, but before you could even get a word out, Bucky’s lips were on yours.
It was a short and sweet kiss. But it was enough to keep you from talking and calm you down more. He pulled away and smiled at you, you smiled back.
“Maybe I should just keep talking if that’s how you’re gonna shut me up.” Your joke gets a chuckle out of him as he kisses you once more.
You cuddle up next to him more. You both just lay there until you end up drifting off to sleep. Bucky feels your breathing slow down and he looks at your peaceful face. He knows how worried you are about this new ability.
“We’ll solve this puzzle, I promise.”
He places another kiss on your head before falling asleep himself.
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