#I still have no idea what that whole bruce & nat thing was...

[purple--queen]

I love Nat & Clint being best friends & the fact that they showed us that men & women can be friends without getting feelings & stuff...but sometimes i think about the what if they would have been together. I feel like pushing it right into ours faces would be to much...i think it could have been a subtile thing. Like blink & you miss it. 

[shurisneakers]

unsolved (i)

Summary: Bucky doesn't even believe in the paranormal. So who the hell thought it was a good idea to stick him in a series about everything haunted for the internet's amusement? With his loose-canon of a teammate who has no concept of subtlety or any shits left to give, to make things even worse. (Buzzfeed unsolved AU)

Warnings: swearing, frustrated bucky at his little shit supreme, Very Loud reader, images and memes that all have alt texts.

A/N: yes this is literally harmless in a different font. do not ask me if anything doesn't make sense. i cannot explain. i resurface every 3 years to present you with ideas born from menty b's. ANYWAY shout out to my beloved ryan and shane. pls enjoy <3

Bucky doesn’t appeal to the youths.

Apparently. 

On God, he cannot fathom why.

He had definitely left the house in the last six months, maybe. Smiled in at least two pictures that existed on the internet. He even knew what Discord was. Sort of.  

By all accounts, he should be treated as the modern day icon that he was.  

“The youths?” he repeats, the word so foreign on his tongue it felt odd to even say it.

“Your numbers are the lowest of the whole team.” The latest tech-dude, with a tablet twelve models ahead of the one Bucky had in his room, tells him monotonously. “Wilson, Romanoff and Barton score the highest. Everyone else lies around the middle. You are dead-last.”

Bucky has the audacity to look offended. 

“Anything to say?” Their PR head, Maya, asks him, amused. 

He stares, formulating the wittiest one liner he could in three seconds.

“I don’ care,” he mumbles. 

Maya sighs. “Look, the team took the decision together. As far as I’m aware, you are still a member. You need some PR if you guys want to stay in the public’s good books.”

“No one’s gonna listen to me.” Bucky wasn’t exactly the poster child for American values. He couldn’t even vote until three years ago, and that came only after the full wrath of a Steve Rogers descended on the email inbox of the DMV. 

“That’s why it’s important to get them to like you,” Maya emphasizes. “Or the idea of you at least. A very sanitized, corporate friendly version.”

His eyebrow twitches unintentionally.  

“And also you signed the contract.”

Well. Shit. 

Truth be told– and he has openly and rather loudly stated this on numerous occasions even especially when no one asked– he doesn’t understand why they need a PR team. The world has calmed down significantly over the last few years. Bucky hadn’t really been out crime-fighting as much as he was people-watching. There hasn’t been an earth-shatteringly dystopian-level event in the longest time, and there seemed to be a group of spandex-clad teenagers who seemed to do a good job at taking care of them when they did threaten to occur. Go kids.

Even if they needed PR, he could arguably understand the appeal of Sam and Nat and why the people would want to see more of them. Bucky, on the other hand, looked like he crawled onto Earth most days of the week. 

“What do I have to do?” he asks ultimately, knowing there was no way to get out of this. “Interviews?”

The intern shares a look with Maya. Bucky shares a look with the ceiling. 

“The team agreed to do a series of videos, each focusing on a different niche,” she begins, “Crash courses on science, pointing out mistakes in spy movies. Once a week.”

Bucky nods along. He can pinpoint Bruce and Nat for those.

Maya stares at him.

Bucky stares back.

“So,” she says slowly, like he’s a moron, “you would–”

“No.” 

The intern sighs heavily like they discussed that this was going to happen. Bucky was getting predictable. This annoys him even further, for some reason.

“Only once a week, and it doesn’t have to be anything crazy–”

“I’m not doing videos,” he interjects. “I’ll tweet a few times. I’ll even go outside. But ’m not doin’ videos.”

A big step was to get the Avengers off Twitter after the regular shit-storm that occurs every time they’d quote-tweet another politician calling them shitheads. Getting them back on seems counterproductive. 

“Fine,” Maya relents, looking at the intern. “We'll work something out.”

Bucky leans back in his chair, and meditating on ways he can weasel his way out of those too.

So they stick him in a couple of interviews.

Bucky, as the recluse extraordinaire that he was, does unsurprisingly terrible at them.

Variety does a piece on him that was supposed to take up 2 pages. They send back half a page worth of usable material and Bucky gets a lecture on how monosyllables don't count as answers.

He grunts in return. Maya’s itch to smack his shoulder with the rolled up draft increases.

They set him up for pap walks. Just him getting fast food for the team, or sitting in the park.

They don’t take into account that Bucky was trained professionally for years on how to hide, sneak in and out of places without a soul knowing he was ever there. 

The paparazzi spend three hours waiting for him outside the pizza place, while he’s been home for two hours with two demolished pepperonis and an order of mozzarella sticks. 

They give him access to his Twitter. 

He tweets some dumb shit and gets shadow banned by that evening. 

Maya is sick and tired, and the interns have shifted three times since the whole ordeal started. Bucky honestly feels a little bad. Maybe he should try to be like Scott, who not only wrote a book, finger-gunned at photographers, did an interview a week, but also agreed to a podcast and a video series about literally anything they suggested. 

“Play nice,” Sam tells Bucky one evening. 

It’s an off-hand comment, not even really looking at him while he says it. 

Bucky doesn’t need to ask what he’s referring to, but he thinks that maybe he has gone too far.

He begrudgingly agrees. 

Therefore, it begins. 

They stick him in the background of a few videos. Just to interact, add his commentary on what was going on, suggestions. 

Then the jokes really start.

“I just don’t got anything to add,” Bucky tries, in a failure of an attempt to justify his lack of contribution. 

Maya only stares at him, but Bucky swears he can hear her curse quietly, even though her lips don’t move even a millimeter.  

He is not put in another video. 

And so he finds himself here. 

In a meeting room that he’s convinced is barricaded from the outside so he can’t slither out the door again. Another intern with pink-tinted glasses that took up half their face.

Maya’s in the midst of explaining to him that sure, his numbers had gone up by a decimal, but that was because people had started editing him into the backgrounds of other pictures for other users to find in a perplexing take on Where’s Waldo.

“Videos seem to be working,” she ties it together. “But we need more than you just standing silently behind Captain Rogers.”

“But it’s working,” Bucky objects. “I don’t see why it has to change.”

Maya sends him a glare. Bucky decides then it’s good to shut up. 

“Are you on the internet a significant amount?” the intern asks. The glasses on their face have changed colours to green. Bucky’s eyebrow furrows. 

“No.” 

For the next thirty minutes, he is subjected to a pop quiz about too many words ending with ‘core’, ‘coded’ and ‘eras’. He’s surprised that he knows what cottagecore is. He definitely doesn’t fucking know what a tomatogirl, nor does he want to. 

“What do you like doing?” the intern enunciates, pulling up a spreadsheet of niches that had built a dedicated community around themselves over the years. “Makeup? Cleaning? Parkour?”

Bucky wonders if they’d really create a montage of him just micro cleaning the kitchen every week. It doesn’t sound half bad. 

Beyond that, the only thing he can think of is woodworking, which Sam introduced him to. While he spends time creating little figures, he wouldn’t say it was– 

“You really are dead silent,” the intern breaks his train of thought, tone almost that of wonder. “Guess the whole ‘ghost story for seventy years’ is more true than I thought.”

Bucky throws him a weary look, and works on unclenching the fist that tightened involuntarily. 

“Was that necessary?” Maya’s voice comes coldly. “Take fifteen. Go find the other one we were supposed to meet.”

While sheepish and somewhat apologetic, the kid still looks relieved to be out of there. To be honest, Bucky isn’t really offended– he’s grown a thick skin over the years. But he also thought the guy was a little shit now. 

Maya turns back to him, but Bucky finds that the table contains wonders far more interesting than the conversation at hand.

“Back to what we were talking about.” She ruffles through something on her laptop. “Puppets? History?”

He wordlessly shakes his head. 

Been the former, seen too much of the latter.

Maya’s head tilts abruptly. “You like ghosts?”  

He wonders if the prior conversation had anything to do with this insightful question. 

Bucky shrugs. “Don’t exist.”

“Really,” Maya deadpans. “Aliens and multiversal baboons are fine, but no ghosts.”

“I’ve seen aliens and multiversal baboons. Never seen a ghost in my life,” Bucky argues right back.

“Other people have seen ghosts.”

“Good for other people.”

The door swings open right as Maya’s eyes narrow at him. Guess it wasn’t padlocked. 

“Whatever it is you think I did, Maya, I didn’t. I think,” you announce in a volume too much for a closed room, stopping when you see Bucky sitting cross-armed and looking delightfully disgruntled. “Oh hey, Barnes. Fancy seeing you here.”

Bucky had met you. The newest addition to the team that had made a grand entrance a couple of weeks ago. He thinks you stay on the floor below him, but he has nothing backing this hypothesis other than the disco funk music that had started appearing at odd hours of the night. 

“Please sit,” Maya cracks a smile at you that Bucky had yet to earn. “Sorry, I know our meeting is scheduled for later, but I figured we could kill two birds with one stone.”

You look between her and Bucky, who hasn’t moved an inch since you got here, much less even said hello.

“You must be really bad if Maya had to call me in,” you tell him outright. “I’m usually like, her last option.”

“Thanks,” Bucky replies dryly. 

“Look, here’s my final pitch.” Maya sighs, before turning to you. “You’re new, and we need something to introduce you slowly to the public.”

“Oh, am I finally getting hard launched?” You grin, and Bucky doesn’t know what that means. “Just imagine me kicking my feet, giggling or whatever.” 

“And he needs… an upgrade.” Maya’s thumb juts out towards Bucky who simply rolls his eyes.

“Right.” Your sight lands on him from across the table. “I’ve seen the memes.”

“What memes?” he grunts, because while the team had definitely seen them, it didn't occur to anyone they should show it to him. He loves them. Really. So much. Die for them. 

You only look too happy to pull out your phone and start typing.

“Do you know what skinwalkers are?” 

“No.”

“That’s what they say you look like, lurking in the back of all your friends’ videos,” you continue, swerving around your phone to show him.

Bucky doesn’t look impressed. He can’t say he blames them either, which makes him inexplicably maddens him.  

“At least they’re calling you their boyfriend,” you add, entirely unhelpfully. “That’s gotta count.”

“Right.” Maya clears her throat. “The both of you–” 

“Are getting paired together, I suppose,” you hum. 

Bucky’s eyebrows pull together. 

He barely knows you. Just a little bit on how you ended up here, that you enjoyed hanging out with the team, figuring out your place in the compound, and were seemingly doing a great job at it. 

You were… loud. And open. 

Bucky feels the compulsive need to compensate for that by doubling down on how silent he could get, as if the two of you couldn’t co-exist in the same space in equilibrium. 

Maya pointedly raises a finger at you. “Do you believe in ghosts?”

“For the right price, I will believe in whatever you tell me to.”

Her face lights up brighter than Bucky's ever seen.

“Great.” Maya slams her laptop closed. “See you later.”

Bucky’s left staring as she exits, not even throwing the both of you another look.

“That was quick,” your voice cuts through the silence. “What was that all about?”

 “Don’ ask me,” he grumbles, with a sinking feeling that he knew exactly what was about to follow. 

“Ghost hunting?” Bucky echoes a week later, as expected.

“Yes,” Maya tells him simply. “Two of you. A series based on paranormal activity.”

“I don’t even believe in them,” he reiterates. 

“That’s the point,” she emphasises. “Skeptic and believer. It makes for a good contrast.”

“Why us both?” He hopes it doesn’t come off as offensive. He just doesn’t see why he can’t do this with Sam. Even Clint, if a gun was really pressed to his head. 

“I’m new, no one gives a shit about me,” you say brightly and full of promise. “Yet.”

“Exactly. It’ll be low key. Not an overwhelming number of viewers, no expectations. It’s perfect for launching one Avenger and re-launching another.”

“Sounds rad.” You grin, leaning back as your feet rest on the chair in front of you.

Maya looks relieved for a moment that at least one of you was on board. “No promises on anything. We shoot one video, and if it does well, we stick with it.”

“What if I don’t want to?” Bucky argues. 

“Then you have until tomorrow morning to give us another feasible idea,” Maya dishes back.

Bucky retreats into his seat, arms crossed over his chest. 

Truth be told, he considered himself to be the most boring person in the team and though he had made his peace with that, he was sure thar bringing that up now would entail Maya shooting him in the foot.

“Fine,” he agrees and the sighs around the room are loud. 

He scoffs. So fucking dramatic and for what.

“Put her there, partner.” You stretch ungracefully over the large table, sticking out your hand.

Bucky eyes your hand. “Do you even believe in ghosts?” 

“I do now, yeah.” You nod seriously. “Love ‘em. Can’t get enough of them.”

“One video,” Maya reminds him as a balm. “And if it doesn’t work, you’re off the hook forever.”

Off the hook? Forever? For Bucky?

Yay. 

“One video,” he reiterates.

You roll your eyes before smiling when he leans forward to grab it. You yank it up and down clunkily. He blinks at you, letting go slowly. 

“Thank fuck,” Maya groans, head dropping onto the table. 

Your smile is wild. “Guess we’re doing this shit together.”

He doesn’t even have to look very deep in his soul. He already knows he’s going to suffer.

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[waltermis]

Scaredy Cat

MASTERLIST ↠ NATASHA ROMANOFF MASTERLIST

Summary: Who knew carving a pumpkin could be so damn difficult?

Warnings: swearing, Tony’s precious kitchen is destroyed

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x reader (romantic), Avengers x reader (platonic)

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“Noooooo! Natty! That’s not right!!!!!!!!”

“I don’t know what you want from me, detka!!!”

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“Natalia Alianovna Romanoff!!! Put down the knife right now!”

“NO!!!! YOU’RE THE ONE WHO GAVE IT TO ME AFTER THE TINY ONE BROKE!!! NOW LET ME DO IT!!!”

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“What’re you guys doing?” Steve asked, as he entered the living room. Inside was the entire team of Avengers, who look like they’re looking at… Natasha and you…?

“We’re watching Natasha and Y/N carve a pumpkin.” Wanda explained, never taking her eyes off the screen.

“What? What’s so interesting about that?” 

“Y/N bought a pumpkin for them to carve but Nat’s trying to carve a scary face in it and Y/N wants to make it look like a cat.” Clint answered.

“What? Are they carving one singular pumpkin?”

“Yup,” Tony said, distractedly

“Why don’t they just carve two different pumpkins?”

“Y/N/N thought it would be a nice couples thing… Popcorn?” he offered.

“Sure… why not.” Steve grabbed a handful as he sat next to Bucky and Sam.

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“Will you quit trying to make it look scary?!” you screeched, horrified at the face your cat was making.

“Stop trying to hold me back!!! I want a scary pumpkin!!!” Natasha yelled, raising her knife.

“Do not try to threaten me!”

“I wasn’t trying to!!” Natasha argued back.

“Then don’t raise your knife at me!”

“I wasn’t!”

“DO NOT LIE TO ME!!!!” You seethed.

“Whatever!!! Just carve the stupid pumpkin!”

“You know what, no.”

“No?”

“I have a better idea…”

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The team looked confused, as the security camera cut out. “What? What happened??” Sam asked, his mouth stuffed with popcorn.

“No idea…” Tony said, just as confused. “F.R.I.D.A.Y. run a diagnostic scan.”

“It appears that the security camera has been disconnected by Miss L/N.” F.R.I.D.A.Y. responded.

“Can’t you connect it again?” Thor asked, cradling his poptarts.

“It appears to have been done manually,”

“What does that mean?” Bucky asked.

“It means that Y/N either cut the wire or just ripped the whole thing out.” Tony said, “knowing Y/N, it’ll be the latter one. F.R.I.D.A.Y. can you order more cables for the security cams?”

“Already done, sir.”

Before the team could say another word, they heard a huge crash and bang coming from the kitchen. Quickly, they ran towards the sound, only to the entire kitchen covered in pumpkin guts. The top to bottom, ceiling to floor, the entire room was covered. You and Natasha fared no better, Natasha had guts in her hair while you had pumpkin seeds and guts stuck to your clothes and caked onto your skin.

“What the fuck happened in here?!” Tony let out a shrill cry as he looked at his beloved kitchen.

“Well, Nat and I couldn’t figure out how to carve our pumpkin so we just started flinging the pumpkin’s guts at each other.” you answered, wiping away some of the guts from your eyes. Natasha looked at you and smiled, before helping you wipe it all away.

“Who knew a pumpkin had so much inside of it.” Natasha commented.

“I know right?!”

“So, did you guys end up choosing between a cat or a scary face?” Bruce asked.

“Yeah, we… wait, how did you know what faces we were choosing?” you questioned, looking at them suspiciously. “Oh my god! Were you spying on us?!”

“Noooooooo…” they all declined quickly.

“Uh huh… right…” Natasha said, unconvinced.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. said you disconnected the security feed. Please tell me you didn’t rip the wires to shreds.” Tony said, still gaping at what was once his immaculate kitchen.

“Nope, just disconnected it so you guys couldn’t see what we were doing. After Nat and I clean up, I’m gonna go save a couple copies of the feed.” you said.

“Oh, yeah! Bruce, to answer your question, we did end up choosing the pumpkin’s face.” you said, picking it up and showing it off.

“So you picked the cat face?” Wanda asked.

“And the scary face.” you added, turning the pumpkin around to show Natasha’s terrifying carving. “May I present to you, Scaredy Cat.”

“That’s pretty cute.” Clint complimented.

“Thanks…” Natasha responded.

“Why Scaredy Cat?” Thor asked.

“Because it has a scary face and it’s a cat. What’s so hard to understand?” you asked.

“Yeah, exactly. What’s so hard to understand? Now if you’ll excuse me, my girlfriend and I need to shower.” Natasha said, dragging you away.

“What?! No!! Clean this up!!” Tony said, still having a meltdown about his kitchen.

“What was that, Stark? Too far away can’t hear you! Love you! Byeeeeeeeee!!” you said, as Natasha cackled, along with you.

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[rogersideup]

Nice to be Kneaded

Chapter twelve

Homecoming

Series Masterlist

Previous Part: Courage Next Part: Cardboard Castle

Word Count: 7,220

Warnings: My blog is 18+ only. All minors or blogs without an age in bio will be blocked. Minors DNI. Mentions of medical equipment, loss, abuse, PTSD, anxiety and depression.

"Alright, just a small pinch." Bruce explained to you before inserting an IV catheter into a vein in the ditch of your arm.

This moment felt a little unreal. Sitting criss-crossed in an armchair in the Avengers living room in their own compound somewhere in upstate New York. Bruce Banner, the fucking hulk, on your left giving you medical attention, and Steve on your right, holding your hand giving you emotional support.

After a whole night of Steve trying his hardest to nurse you back to health with lots of love, cuddles, and bribery in the form of your favorite Chinese food, you just couldn't keep anything down.

Even though you wanted to drink and you desperately wanted to shove Crab Rangoons down your throat, you just couldn't. Half a glass of water and two bites of fried rice had you feeling nauseous and uncomfortable. This time, the discomfort wasn't from trying to out eat a super soldier.

Steve was such a sweetheart, he didn't push it too hard, but he did push for exactly what was happening right now. Some fluid and parental nutrition through an IV to get you right on track for a smooth recovery from what the agents put you through. He could tell that although settling more and more by the minute, your nerves were still off the chart. Your lack of eating made perfect psychological sense, but he still wanted you to feel better.

So he convinced you to let Bruce do this, and you agreed without hesitation. The lack of medical environment and the never ending warmth you've felt from every Avenger you've met thus far made you feel comfortable and brave enough for something like this. Really, it was no biggy.

The IV went in without a hitch, and you barely even felt it.

"Okay, I'm going to flush this out with a little bit of saline. It might taste kind've metallic in your mouth for a few moments. That's normal." He told you while inserting a syringe looking thing into the end of the line going straight to your vein.

Just like he said, you tasted metal. "Ooh" Your eyebrows pinched together. "Weird."

"I think it tastes like expo markers" Steve commented.

"How do you know what expo markers taste like?" Natasha asked, head leaning to the side with a grin.

"I don't know... it just tastes how they smell." He shrugged.

"You're so weird, Rogers." She commented before looking back down at her laptop.

You giggled at her comment before biting your tongue considering he was right next to you.

"Come on, back me up, Sweetie." He asked.

"I wish I could" You laughed. "But I have no idea what you're talking about."

He pouted, Bruce didn't even give him a chance to rebuttal. "You're all set and ready to go. The bag should be done in about an hour then I'll come take the IV out."

"Thank you, Bruce, I appreciate it." You grinned.

"Of course, I'll be back in a bit." He gave you a polite nod before leaving again.

As Bruce left, Nat sprung up from her spot on the couch and approached you and Steve before knocking his hand off of yours.

"Let me have her" Nat said, walking around the back of your chair.

"What the f- Nat!" Steve complained.

"Stealing his girl and he still won't drop the f bomb" She teased, running her fingers through your hair that you washed yesterday but had yet to do anything with.

You had no idea what was going on, but you remembered the first warning Steve gave you about being around the Avengers, there would always be chaos. So you sat there with an uncontrollable smile as Nat played with your hair, and Steve argued with her like a child.

"You aren't stealing anyone from me." Steve whined. "What are you doing? Did you even ask?"

"She has such beautiful hair, I want to braid it." Nat answered Steve, then leaned over to see your face. "Is that alright, Cupcake?"

"That's more than alright" You grinned.

"Cupcake?!" Steve puffed playfully. "I know you're not calling my girl Cupcake."

"How is it any different than sugar cookie?" Nat asked as your cheeks blushed at Steve calling you his girl.

"I don't know, it just sounds patronizing." He complained.

"Do you feel patronized, Cupcake?" Nat asked you, parting your hair from behind the armchair you were sitting in.

"This feels like a trap." You giggled, reaching out to hold Steve's hand again. He accepted it quickly, then gave it a little squeeze.

"Smart girl" Nat smiled.

The three of you chatted away while she sectioned your hair down the middle, and worked on the first of the two french braids she was putting into your hair.

Once it was finished she tied off the end with a hair tie, then worked on the next one on the other side. You guys were so preoccupied I'm the easy flowing conversation that the opening door, and approaching footsteps went unnoticed.

"What is this?" An iconic voice asked, immediately sending a shiver down your spine.

You looked from Steve's laughing face over to the source, none other than Tony Stark. Steve's face fell into an expression that was much more guarded, and you immediately felt uncomfortable.

He warned you about everything. Talking raccoons, blue Cyborgs, bickering, weapons you might see, emergency codes you might hear. You felt prepared for every situation but this one.

You didn't know what terms Steve and Tony were on, but you did know he was one of the most powerful people in the country. Quite honestly, you didn't even know if you were allowed to make eye contact, or speak unless spoken to. So you sat respectfully quiet, and tried to keep your cool.

No one responded to Tony as he pointed to you, a measly little thing sitting criss cross in a chair wearing Steve's clothes that were far too big for you, with an IV in your arm, all while Natasha braided your hair.

"Make a wish foundation?" Tony asked again.

"Oh god, Tony-" Steve scuffed, shaking his head.

"Okay? Another super-person I need to worry about?" Tony's eyes went from Steve's to Natasha's, everyone but your own.

"Well, she's certainly super, that's for sure" Natasha smiled.

"So, no one's going to tell me who you are?" Tony finally asked you, looking at you directly.

You opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out, so you looked at Steve to help guide you through this. He could see the worried look in your eye, so he took over.

"This is my-" Steve stared fully confident before realizing that you didn't even really have a title in his life.

Girlfriend. No? He never officially asked you to be his considering you both knew he had to leave.

Friend? Kind've, but not really?

Neighbor was an absolute no, you were way more than just a friendly face next door.

He looked at you, and you were thinking the same thing he was. The confused look on his face made you bite the insides of your cheeks to hold back laughter.

"Well I'm certainly a girl, and I'm definitely his friend." You took the pressure off of him. If the two of you were doing down, you would go down together.

"Wait a second," Tony started. "You're sugar cookie?"

"Didn't know I had a reputation around here, but I guess so." You confirmed.

"No way." Tony shook his head. "Let me see your hands"

With reluctance and no confidence whatsoever, your put your hands out to him. He walked closer and saw the scar on your palm.

"Well no shit!" He enthused. "A baker who caught a falling knife, you're real! That's incredibly stupid by the way, you should always let the knife drop."

"Why are you here, Tony." Steve redirected him, you could hear the annoyance in his voice and feel the tension in the room.

"Just here to grab some stuff then I'll be out of your hair." Tony addressed him, then immediately started pestering you again. "So, what's wrong with you?"

"Oh, I just- I was arrested and it's bee-"

"No" Tony cut you off. "I mean which wires are loose in your head that makes you want to play stuffin' the muffin with Rogers?"

"Enough." Steve put his foot down.

"Leave her alone, Stark." Nat sounded from behind you.

"Damn, tough crowd. Reminds me of exactly why I'm leaving for the woods and never coming back." Tony quipped. "Peace out."

You watched as Tony left, and Steve let out a breath of annoyance. You didn't need to see Nat's face to know she was holding back a smile.

Silence fell over the three of you for a little while, it seemed as though Steve was steaming in a lump of his own negative emotions over the billionaire while Nat kept her mouth shut as to not fuel the fire.

In attempts to calm him down without even needing to use your words, while simultaneously comforting yourself, you pulled his forearm onto the arm of the chair you were sitting in. You played with his fingers and rubbed his soft skin.

When the second braid was done, Nat tied off the end then hugged you from behind while excusing herself to get some work done.

Still feeling emotionally and physically exhausted from the past few days, you readjusted with your IV arm out where it should be, but curled your legs beneath you and rested your head on Steve's arm.

You could feel him relax under your touch, and his hand moved up to gently cup the side of your head before placing a kiss to your temple.

"M'sorry about that" Steve apologized quietly. "Really wasn't expecting him to be around today... or ever."

"Don't apologize, it's not your fault." You reminded him. "Never thought I'd be here, but this is definitely a story I'll tell my grandkids one day."

Steve giggled at your comment, the thought of you old and grey with grand kids running around with endless cookies in their hands made him smile. "I never really thought you'd be here either but I'm glad you are."

"As cool as this is though, I can't wait to get back to Greenwood." You explained, feeling homesick. You barely ever left the small town, so being away combined with the three most terrifying days of your life, you were longing for your own house.

"I can't even tell you how much I miss it." Steve shook his head in disbelief. "I miss the bakery."

"The bakery misses you too, she told me every day." You joked.

"I wonder if Bruce can make this IV drip faster so we can leave sooner" Steve pondered.

Unfortunately for Steve, he had to wait the full hour before he could take you home. But luckily, getting you home was a breeze.

You were a rockstar in the Jet, to Steve's surprise, you found in interesting. Tiny bits of your personality were starting to shine back through as you asked him a million and one questions about what everything did on board. He was more than happy to answer every single question, and let you push every single button so long as it didn't interfere with a smooth flight.

Sometimes he found it really easy to normalize these aspects of his life that were completely out of the ordinary to the average civilian. He didn't know if it was because it was a survival tactic of his own, or because he so desperately craved to feel normal even when most of his life was everything but average, but he found so much happiness and beauty in sharing moments like this with you.

You quickly brought him back to earth, and your childlike curiosity and amazement for even something as simple as transportation that was a normal part of life as a superhero reminded him of all the ways his life was enriched.

This time bringing the Jet to Greenwood was a lot more welcomed with a lot more accommodations. The police department cleared Steve to land in their private runway and store it in their hangars. Immediately upon exiting, you were met with the chief and a few officers who came to check in on you and make sure you were okay. And for the first time ever, you saw Steve hold himself high and be greeted with respect by anyone in Greenwood.

The police escorted you two home, which lead to more fascination by you because you had never been in a police car before. Steve reminded you more than once that it was a really great thing that this was a whole new experience for you, but once again he couldn't stop smiling.

Both of you had never felt more relief than when he opened the car door and helped you out. Waiting for you in your driveway was a handful of your friends and neighbors who were worried sick about you, and had heard about your arrival back home.

While each one greeted you with long, tight hugs, hair pets, back rubs, and cheek kisses, Steve watched from a slight distance while he sorted out the rest of the information the police needed to make sure you were as safe as could be.

His heart was happy knowing you were so loved by your community, and when he caught a glimpse of all the flowers and letters and pictures in his own driveway that you had told him about, he couldn't help but to feel loved as well.

After Steve introduced himself to everyone at your homecoming, he got you back in your house safe and sound. Right back where the journey started, you picked your phone up from underneath the couch and plugged it in.

He could see it on your face that you were still drained regardless of the excitement of getting back home. Some of your employees and friends had promised they'd be over at your place tonight with dinner and good company to try and ease up the hardship of the past few days, so now was a good time to leave you alone.

You were thankful to have someone like him who understood your needs without even having to express them, someone who understood the value of processing your thoughts by yourself without being offended.

So he tucked you into your bed, then sat next to your hip before giving you a series of sweet kisses.

"Are you doing okay?" He questioned genuinely.

You grinned and nodded, feeling relaxed and relieved. "thank you for rescuing me, Stevie."

"That's what I'm here for, Sunflower." He rubbed your cheek with his thumb. "I'll be back here in a few hours, but if you need me before then you know where I live."

A smile took over your face, then a thought occurred. "Hey, can I have your real phone number now?"

"Are you hitting on me?" Steve questioned cheekily.

"Of course I am" You confirmed. "What's a pretty boy like you doing all alone in this part of town?"

He shook his head at your antics, before giving you another kiss. "Yes, you can have my real phone number now."

"I'm really moving on up in this world." You celebrated.

"I'll put it in your phone on my way out." He assured you. "I'll see you later, okay?"

"Okay" You agreed as he tucked you in tighter.

"I love you" He reminded you sincerely.

"I love you too" You happily wrapped your arms around him in a goodbye hug, this time you kissed him. "So so much."

He said goodbye then put his real personal phone number in your contacts just as promised before making his way to his house. Checking the inside before dealing with the fanfare in the front, he found something he suspected, the loss of some of his clothes.

But, everything else was just as he left it but tidier. He could tell you had gone in there a few times to clean up and make sure everything was as it should be.

After checking upstairs he made his way back down to the garage to open up the big door to make clearing out the front of his house a lot easier. The pile of broken down cardboard boxes neatly stacked against the wall reminded him that he still owed you a cardboard castle.

Steve opened up the door and spent hours picking up each letter and reading every word, looking at every picture, saving every little shield and stuffed animal that was left for him. Some of the kind words brought tears to his eyes, most of them were words of thanks for what he and the Avengers did and how they continued to be a beacon of hope during uncertain times.

It reminded him of how much had changed since he was in Greenwood last, it looked a little different, felt a little different, but now it was a little different. Because as neighbors walked by they finally made it a point to introduce themselves and apologize that they had never come by before now.

The a few of the neighbors kids even came out to talk to him, their parents pulling them away after asking for a picture. This time around, the eyes on him felt starstruck rather than judgmental.

Although some of it felt hypocritical, he was happy to be back and involved in a community rather than having to isolate himself and hide from the world. Every word, every picture, every dead flower and passing neighbor felt bitter sweet.

That was until he was in the middle of reading another letter he had picked up from the ground and he could hear footsteps approaching behind him. He stopped what he was doing and looked back with a friendly smile, only for it to drop when he was met with Georgia rather than another new friendly face.

She wasn't worth his time, he didn't even want to hear her out after what she did to you. Yes he heard all the awful things she had said about him. Terrorist, war criminal, out of control, selfish, manipulator, but he didn't care. He could let all of that go, in fact, sometimes the avengers needed to be criticized by civilians. But what she did to his love was unforgivable.

So, he ignored her and proceeded to read the letter right where he left off. This one was from a 17 year old named Jack, currently telling him all about how his plans for the future. He wanted to go to school to become a fire fighter and a paramedic as the avengers inspired him to save lives ever since he was just a little ki-

"You killed my husband." Georgia's voice sounded from behind him.

Ah yes, another thing Steve has had to come to terms with. People directly blaming him for the loss of people he had no control over. Guilt ate him alive over the blip every single day, but he was working on it and this simply wasn't helping.

"I'm sorry?" Steve turned around, eyebrows furrowed.

"Michael is gone. He was blipped." Georgia explained.

"I'm very sorry for your loss." Steve monotoned, turning around as to end the conversation before it got out of hand. His heart was beating out of his chest.

"You don't even have remorse." She practically spat. "Do you even care? Look what you've done."

Steve took a big deep breath before he bit his tongue and turned back around to face her. "Last time I checked, I was trying my absolute hardest to make sure nobody had to go through this. My hand isn't the one that snapped."

"How hard could you have possibly been trying? I have to live everyday without the love of my life because the Avengers can never get their act together."

"Well if it's any consolation I lost a lot of people that I loved too." Steve scoffed, heart beating even faster, trying so hard to push down the guilt.  "People I loved died trying to keep this from happening. So I'm sorry for your loss, but we really did all we could."

Georgia rendered silent for a few moments as she could unexpectedly see the pain of what he had gone through in his eyes, and the faded scar on his forehead. But it wasn't enough to appease her anger and hatred. Nothing was. "You took my sweet baby away from me." All he did was cock an eyebrow and tilt his head to the side, not understanding who she was referring to. "She was nothing but kind, all she did was mind her own business and run the bakery but you swooped in here and you changed her."

"I didn't take her away from you" Steve shook his head. "You pushed her away. That was your own choice."

"I pushed her away because I already knew what was going to happen and I was trying to spare her." Georgia explained. "Has she even told you anything about what the last men like you did to her?"

"I have an idea, yes." Steve nodded. "I understand and appreciate that you're trying to look out for her, but I would never hurt her. She's a grown woman, she makes good choices, and you went about it all wrong."

"Oh? Really? You'd never hurt her?" Georgia scoffed.

"Do you understand how traumatic the passed few days have been for her because you reported her to the government?" Steve questioned. "They hurt her, you hurt her, and now she has to pick up the pieces all over again. I don't want to hear anything else about how much you care about her, because someone who cares wouldn't cause her even more pain."

"Had you never been here, I would've never had to report her." Georgia pointed out. "And you know what? If I put the pieces of this stupid little puzzle together and I didn't report her, then I would be a criminal too. So guess what? That's also your fault."

"Her criminal record is completely clean by the way, but I did notice that assault charge on yours from a few years back." Steve chirped. "Spitting on an officer is not a good look."

"You killed her mother." She barked. That statement took Steve down a notch... or two. "She just lost her dad not too long ago, and now her Mom is gone. Of course she didn't tell me that, I found out on a Facebook post she was tagged in. Did you know about that?"

"We haven't talked abo-"

"Of course you didn't, and guess what? She's never going to tell you that. You know why? Because she's incapable of healthy relationships."  Georgia ranted. "She's going to love you so hard but emotionally shut you out whenever things get hard in her head so much so that it'll suffocate you. I'm the only one who knows what really happened between her and her ex, she didn't even tell her Mom. Wherever her Mom fell flat in the emotional support department, I picked up that slack. And guess what? She doesn't have either of us now. And that's your fault."

Once again, Steve was speechless. He wasn't sure if it was from her words or her audacity, but either way he wanted to throw up.

"I don't care who you are or what you've done. I see past the whole superhero facade. You say you'd never hurt her and she believes it, but I don't because you've already hurt her in the worst way imaginable."

"But you've done nothing wrong, right?" Steve questioned. "You're just this perfect person who's done nothing but improve her life?"

"I know what I did wrong, the difference between you and I is that I can admit that while you sit here and act like you're better than everyone else because you wear stars and stripes."

"Georgia, I've felt unimaginable guilt every single day of my life since I became Captain America." Steve admitted. "Survivors guilt. Guilt that I haven't done enough. Guilt every single time I try to relax. Guilt that I put the kindest person I know in a tough situation. And though I don't need to explain myself to you, you have to understand that I'm human too. I try my hardest to be the best that I can be and make good choices, but sometimes I mess up. Should I have just left her alone at the start? Yeah, probably. But she was the only person I could connect with after almost a whole year on my own. She made me feel like I could keep going when I was about to give up. Yes, she knew who I was, but she chose to stay by my side. Do I regret letting her do that? Absolutely not. Do I feel guilty about everything I've put her through? Every waking moment."

"So why do you continue to be in her life when you could so easily just let her go?" Georgia questioned.

"Because I love her, and the one thing I will never allow myself to feel guilty about is staying with someone I love." Steve explained. "She was loyal to me at my lowest and I intend on being there for her whenever she needs me. So I'm sorry that Thano's blipped Michael, and I'm sorry for unintentionally driving a wedge between you and her, but her and I have enough on our plate at the moment so please just give her some space."

"I don't hate you, Captain Rogers, but I will continue to be your harshest critic."

"I don't need you to like me, and I am my own harshest critic." Steve stood his ground.

"Take care of her, treat her well." She lectured. "By all means, you've got to do better than this."

"I'm not interested in continuing this conversation."

"I'll be praying that she tells you the whole truth about what happened with her last boyfriend, and that her love doesn't suffocate you into insanity like it did to him."

"I know gods, ma'am. Your prayers don't mean anything to me." Steve sassed, throughly annoyed by Georgia's comments. "The only person I feel suffocated by is you."

"So be it."

She walked off back to her own house, Steve let out a puffed breath, trying his hardest to remain composed regardless of the nausea and anger settling into the pit of his stomach.

Luckily, reading the rest of the letters and clearing off the rest of the driveway did wonders to improve his mood. Though he still felt awful for the reality of what he did to you, he felt better nonetheless.

Even better after a shower, a change of clothes, and the promise of you behind your front door when he made his way back to your house half an hour before everyone else said they were going to arrive.

"Stevieeeee!" You cheered enthusiastically, opening your arms wide for him.

"Baby! It's been so long!" Steve cheered with your same enthusiasm, accepting the hug after stepping into your house.

"It should be illegal for a man to look this handsome in a t-shirt and jeans, you heathen!" Your smiley face did wonders for his mood.

"Says you, pretty girl." Steve said before kissing you. "Ooh, you smell so nice."

"Thanks, I tried." You shrugged. "How's it feel to be back?"

You started walking further into your living room, Steve trailed behind you like the big dog he was.

"Feels great" You could hear the smile in his voice. "I cleared out my driveway. Surprisingly, a lot of people are actually happy to have me here."

"I could've told you that, you should see how insane the bakery has been since everyone found out you were hanging out there."

"What?" Steve questioned, wanting you to elaborate.

"A line wrapped around the building every morning" You nodded proudly, gracefully plopping down on the couch. "Everyone from every surrounding town wants to try the same treats Captain America has been eating. We usually sell out around noon, but haven't had the hands or kitchen capacity to keep up with the demands."

"Oh gosh" Steve sat next to you, welcoming your legs being thrown over his thighs as he threw his arm around your shoulder. "I'm glad business is going well, but you and your poor employees must be exhausted"

"I was pretty worried about it when I was in custody, but I talked to the head baker not too long ago. She held down the fort perfectly."

"Has there been press?" Steve asked. "I haven't been checking local news at all, it's been a little overwhelming."

"I understand" You placed your hand on his chest to feel the comforting thumps of his heart against your palm. "Yeah, there has been. A lot of people try shoving cameras in my face or try asking me about you. I try my hardest to just be polite while not saying anything about you. Which is really hard by the way, you're my favorite person and I could talk about you for hours."

"I'm sorry that's happening" Steve sighed, gently running his knuckles down the side of your cheek.

"Don't be sorry" You grinned, reaching up and grabbing his hand. Guiding it to your mouth, you kissed the back of it. "If anything, you've brought in a ton of business and new customers. The store has never been so busy even with the other half of the population still around, so thank you."

"Nope, uh-uh." Steve denied. "The line is wrapped around the building because you're amazing at what you do. You're not allowed to accredit your success on anything other than that."

"I'd be ignorant, and it would be a disservice to not acknowledge everyone who's helped me get to where I am, I certainly didn't do this on my own." You grinned, both of your connected hands now resting in your lap as you squeezed and massaged his lovingly yet absentmindedly. "I think that's a beautiful thing, by the way. I really cherish the love and effort it takes to keep the bakery running. Every person who adds to its success story makes me love it even more."

Steve squeezed your hand and let out a sigh. "You're heart is too good for this world."

"You say that like it's a bad thing." You raised an eyebrow.

"No, it's definitely not." Steve grinned even though the residual guilt was pounding at the forefront of his brain, "Sometimes I just have a hard time believing that I deserve so much grace for everything that I've put you through."

"You're far too hard on yourself, Honey." You told him sympathetically. "You know what you've put me through?"

"Hmm?" He questioned.

"You've put me through one of the best friendships I've ever had. You've put me through facing my fear of being trusting and vulnerable to new people in my life, less lonely hours by myself in the kitchen, more time smiling and laughing, so much more time loving." You reminded him. "But you also did put me through that five mile run that one time and I'll never forgive you for that."

A real laugh escaped his throat, and you smiled in accomplishment. "That was your idea."

"I don't care." You denied with a giggle. "I didn't even know who you were yet, and I signed myself up for a run with Captain America. I deserved a warning... or an Advil... or like, a gallon of caffeine first."

"Well now you know for next time!" His cheeky smile poked through.

"Yeah... next time!" You said super sarcastically. "My point is, I can tell you feel guilty, but I don't blame you for any of it. I love you, I love that you care so much, but I just want you to relax."

Steve closed his eyes for a moment to try and get your reassurance really sink into his brain.

"We both deserve to enjoy each other without all the weird emotional strings and heavy baggage we've had with us before, and now we have a whole month together."

He leaned closer to you and laid a loving kiss on his lips. They were as sweet as him, it lasted a while, but you were perfectly happy to kiss his brain noise away.

"You always know how to make me feel better." He stated, your two foreheads pressed together.

"I'm my happiest when I'm with you." You smiled against his lips.

"I love you, baby" He stated before reconnecting your lips for a little while. The two of you stayed like that for a while, holding each other close and exchanging slow, romantic kisses. But it wouldn't be Steve if his mind wasn't always one step ahead of himself, so he pulled away when a piece of information came to the forefront of his mind. "Would this be a good time to tell you tha-"

He was cut off by the doorbell.

"No, actually, now is a terrible time to tell me." You joked with a giggle as you slowly got up off of him and the couch. "You should hold onto that thought for a few hours while we socialize then just hope you remember it later."

"Yep, I'll just live with this information for a few more hours, no problem." Steve laughed, getting up to follow you, hoping it didn't look like the two of you had been making out for ten minutes.

Company filled your house and warmed the inside of the walls alongside the parts of your soul that had felt so cold and dark for months. Friends, neighbors, and coworkers alike, you all ate dinner together while exchanging stories and laughs.

After dinner everyone squeezed in the living room around the coffee table. Uno cards and wine glasses occupied its surface while everyone sat shoulder to shoulder on the couches and on the fluffy rug. Occasional competitive shouting sounded from the area while a few of the bakers in the group had snuck into your fully stocked pantry to provide a tray of brownies and a batch of warm chocolate chip cookies.

Steve was almost overwhelmed by the sense of comfort and familiarity he hadn't felt in a long time. It was this small town magic he had always heard about. A group of people, most of whom had never met each other before, coming together and truly enjoying each other.

Just for you, there were strangers sitting together on your living room floor, a shared blanket across their laps, and giggling together after a glass of wine. Your sweet employees in the kitchen teaching your neighbor the secret to the perfect chocolate chip cookie with a gooey center and a crispy edge. You snuggled on the couch with your head resting on one of your best friend's shoulder, while Steve made his rounds and got to know everyone as much as he could.

Each one was kinder than the last, and each one asked him questions about himself. They weren't about the Sokovia accords, or what Thanos had ripped away from everyone, they were about his interests and hobbies, what he did to occupy his time, and how long the two of you had been together.

Through a mixed group of people, the one thing they all had in common was their love for you, and that was more than enough for them. Strangers became friends, and Steve finally felt like he might've been part of the small town community.

Steve's mind ran back to that same night you suggested a cardboard castle. You invited him to the neighborhood game night at Georgia and Michael's place, but rather than attending, he watched the lively get together through a double pained glass window and open sheer curtains from across the street. He remembered how isolated he felt after all that time on his own, how badly he craved to be surrounded by people who cared.

And now here he was, inside the four walls, surrounded by people who cared, and right on track to getting all he's ever wanted since his mom passed leaving him on his own at 18 years old. A family.

The Avengers were a little less than put together at the moment, and that wasn't their fault as a collective, but he was happy to have some real, normal people in his life to keep him grounded. The only thing that could've made him feel complete was if Nat, Sam, and Bucky were here.

But he had you, and you were more than enough.

Committed to forcing you to relax and enjoy yourself after all you had been through, he helped the girls clean up the kitchen, refilled wine glasses, and did all the dishes.

Then when the time come and the grip was dropping like flies, he offered rides home just in case anyone was too sleepy or had one glass to much, and stood in the driveway to make sure everyone got to their cars safely in the dark.

Of course it was a safe neighborhood and everyone lived on the block or just a few minutes away, but who would Steve Rogers be if not a protector.

As he leaned over the porch railing watching the cars drive away and enjoying the fresh, crisp air, you came out to join him. You wrapped the blanket around your shoulders around his too, and your arms snaked around his waist in a side hug.

His arm was quick to sling around your shoulders and pull you in closer before pressing a kiss on your forehead. You couldn't help the invasive smile tugging on the corners of your lips. He was happy, you could tell he was, and you were happy too.

An easy, simple, small town life with Steve was something you could imagine for yourself. Blanket covered snuggles on the porch under the stars, a house full of people you cared for, the man you loved dearly in your arms.

"How are you doing, my love?" He questioned above you, both of you looking out into the neighborhood.

"Good; happy." You said confidently. "You?"

"Good and happy." He copied your answer.

"Even better now that you finally got a homemade cookie?" You questioned knowing it was one of the things he had missed the most in his time away.

"I think I ate five, no joke." Steve smiled.

"You deserve them all." You squeezed him tight. "Will you stay over tonight?"

"Of course."

"Or we can go to your house? Whichever one you want." You threw out there. "Fist night back, we can be wherever you missed the most."

"Well I missed you the most, so I'll sleep whenever you want to sleep."

"Well we're already here, so might as well." You shrugged. "Hey, what we're you going to tell me earlier?!"

"Oh! Right!" Steve perked up. "So, remember how you like... hid me away for all that time and like... made me so happy and took good care of me and then you were abducted by the government and I yelled at them really bad?"

"Yeah," You laughed at his means of explanation. "I think I remember that."

"Okay good." He smiled. "So I thought the government owed you for A, doing super illegal stuff to you and B, doing them a favor by keeping me safe and sound so I bargained a deal with them as reparations of sorts."

"What was the deal?" You asked, eyebrows furrowing together.

"Well for all the time you spent with me and kept me from losing me mind, I made them pay off your mortgage. So, your house is completely taken care of." He smiled.

You turned to him, shock smeared across your face. "What?!"

"It's done." He reassured you. "No more home loan, you owe nothing else. It's all yours."

"Steve-" tears welled in your eyes, feeling the weight of the world slip off your shoulders.

"And for the time they took you away for the bakery, your business rent was payed off for the rest of the five year contract." He explained the kicker.

"No way." You shook your head.

"Yes way." He nodded in assurance.

"That's too much, you didn't have to do that." A tear slipped off your cheek.

Thought business was doing well again, those few months of being closed were weighing on you. Once again, this was a huge relief.

"I didn't do anything other than get you want you deserved." He reminded you. "All it took was some glaring and some yelling."

"Damnit, Baby. I didn't want to cry anymore!" You playfully yelled at him, very gently hitting his chest before he pulled you against him and you hurried your face in it.

Gently swaying you from side to side, he continued to explain. "I can't imagine life has been easy for you since we met or even before then, but any chance I have to make it better I'm going to take no questions asked."

"But this? This is a lot Steve, that's a lot of money. And the business?"

"Use the rent money to give yourself and your employees a raise. You all work hard, you deserve it." He suggested. "I told you, the Avengers are yours now and you'd get everything you deserve because of what you did. You were here exactly when I needed you. You took good care of me, so now I get to take good care of you."

"I'm so grateful, thank you so much."

"No, thank you." He kissed your forehead before you looked up to kiss his lips.

"Wow, I'm going to sleep so well tonight" You laughed, wiping the tears off your cheeks. "I'm back home, I'm feeling better, I get to sleep in a completely paid off house, and my favorite person is back here with me alive and well. That's all I could ever want."

"What if we throw in a bag of spicy Doritos?" Steve questioned playfully, raising an eyebrow.

"That's too much, that would be an embarrassment of riches." You laughed, a yawn taking over.

"Alright, let's get you to bed, Honey." Steve giggled before kissing you and sweeping you off your feet like a groom carrying his bride through the doorway.

You shrieked before laughing and tightly wrapping your arms behind his neck, peppering kisses all over his face.

Right before bringing you inside and closing the door, Steve caught a glimpse of Georgia staring at them through her window.

Now she was the one watching game night through the windows, watching love after her lover was gone, and living an isolated life away from the people she once loved.

Maybe now she'd understand Steve a little better, everything he had to go through, all the choices he had to make, the extreme isolation through the hardest part of his life.

He made eye contact and gave her a friendly grin, empathizing with the feeling of loneliness. But now he knew better, and now he felt better than he did before.

He would never feel guilty for loving you.

Next Part: Cardboard Castle

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steve rogers accidentally ate a bar of aphrodisiac chocolate causing his crotch to be throbbing hard and needs his girlfriend, reader to help him out, request

How do you guys come up with this incredible ideas 😳😱😱😱 as allways: english is not my first language so... yeah you know the drill

Protein bars

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Warning: 18+, fingering, oral (m recieveing), smut, mentions of influence of some substances, mentions of blood, probably some tiping mistakes,...

Pairing: Steve Rogers x you

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This fic is 18+. Please do not continue to read if you are under the age of 18. If you continue you basically state you are of legal age to read such things.

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Coming back from your latest mission, you guys where tired. And hungry. Definitly hungry. Clint made his way straight to the kitchen, followed by Nat, Wanda, Thor and you of course. Food was important after all, right? Tony and Bruce stayed home this time. They worked on something new. Some kind of present for a friend or something.

Steve opted for the shower first. You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend. His metabolism should have starved him by now. Yeah shure, he was the only one in your team drenched in mud and blood because of his hand to hand combat, but... food, right?

After some time the supersoldier joined you guys squeaky clean. Only to realise you left no crumb for him. Pepper made some stew and none of you could resist her cooking. You looked at Steve apologetic.

"There should be some proteinbars in the fridge, honey. I'll jump into the shower and we'll get you something to eat afterwards, how does that sound?" - "Sounds good. Just be quick please." - "Shure thing, mister whiny." - "Hey, just imagine we would have left YOU no food." - "Impossible. I would allways put food first." You chuckled and kissed him on the cheek before you made your way to the shower. Sighing he grabbed some proteinbars and sat down on the couch.

A quick shower was not something you do quite often. You savored every drop of hot water that touches your aching body. Steve knew that so he grabbed the remote control and munched on his proteinbar.

"Hey guys. How was the mission?" Bruce entered the kitchen still dressed in his lab coat. "Same procedure as allways, Bruce. In and out. Except for Y/N. You know her. She allways plays with her powers." Nat answered still sunken in one of her books. The scientist nodded and opened the fridge.

Steve ignored their conversation and shifted his weight to try a more comfortable seating position. Somehow his training pants seemed to be smaller. And definitly too tight at the crotch. Actually his whole area down there seemed to be more affected at the thought of you under the shower than usual. Yes of course, he allways thought of you as irresistible but right now he almost felt feral just by thinking of you.

"Hey, has anyone seen the chocolatebars? I left them in the fridge to cool down before Tony and I proceed to test their effects." Bruce voice brakes his daydreams. "Effects?" Steve shot up and stared at him in panic. "Which effects?" - "We actually tried to spike them with an aprodisiac. You know, Tony's friend wanted to spice things up a bit and we owed him something for helping renovate the tower." - "An aphrodisiac?" Sweat started to rise at his nape. His breath now a little bit more rough. "Poor Y/N" Wanda laughed as Steve ran out and left everyone else dumbfounded.

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You inhaled the scent of your lavender shampoo when suddenly the door to your bathroom flew wide open. Steve entered the shower panting.

"Honey, what happened? You look like you saw a ghost." You looked at him in confusion. Your gaze falling on the very evident boulge of his pants. "Do you know how beautiful you look naked and soaked?" His voice raspy and hoarse. Eyes almost black from lust.

"Steve? What on earth..." He didn't let you finish your sentence and stripped of all his clothes to join you. Hands on your body immedeatly. Roaming every inch of you. Despite the warmth of the water goosebumps formed on your skin.

"I have to confess something." You raised an eyebrow in confusion. His lips travelled down your neck. Covering you in breathy kisses. "I might have accidently mistaken Tony's and Bruce's new project for protein bars." This did not clarify the situation for you. It did not explain why your boyfriends very hard cock poked your belly right now.

Steve's lips found yours and pulled you into a passionate kiss. Tounges dancing and fighting for dominance. Though you wouldn't dare to complain, you would like to know why your lover was so turned on right now.

You broke the kiss in need of some oxygen. He looked into your eyes. Loving but seemingly needy. "For gods sake, Steven, what possesed you?" You managed to whisper as his hand started to travel deeper. Caressing your inner thights and brushing your pussy.

He never broke eye contact. "They may have some aphrodisiac in them." He confessed subdued. You could not hold back laughter. His cheeks started to turn red. "Oh" You breathed out between laughts. "Oh?" Steve sounded offended.

Your demeanor shifted almost instantly. Gripping his cock and sinking down on your knees. Water still raining down on you. "Well, we have to do something about it then, don't we?" You placed an open mouthed kiss on the pink, pulsating tip.

His eyes closed and his mouth let out a small moan at the sensation of your tongue now drawing circles. He fisted your hair and with the other hand he held onto the faucet for support.

You bobbed your head and stroke the base of his cock with one hand. The other massaged his balls just the way you knew he liked. "So good..." he moaned. Breaths starting to get feverish.

You gagged a few times but this sound only made him go faster. He loved the way you loved him with your mouth. Who knew Captain America was that corrupted. Seeing you taking his huge member made him weak. His hips stuttered and you tastet his hot seed that squirted into your mouth and you were damned if you won't relish every drop of what he gave you.

His mouth was wide agape and he looked at you in awe. Kneeling in front of him and licking him like a wicked kitten. As much as he would love to paint this picture in his brain for a little longer, he decided it would be time to repay the favor.

Pulling you into a kiss he tasted his own residue on your tongue. His mark. The proof that you are his and he is yours. The sound coming from deep in his chest made your knees tremble. You pressed your thights together for a little pressure on your aching clit. "My sweet Y/N. Squirming like an eel in my hands. Do I need to take care of you?" - "Please, captain" you managed to rasp out.

He turned you around so your back was pressed against him. His right hand travelling south on your body. Tenderly massaging it's way to your core. A ghasp left your mouth as he found his target. Stroking through your wet folds and pinching your sensitive nub between his fingertips just a little. "So needy. Thought I was the one who ate the aphrodisiac." He teased in a deep tone.

"Steve..." - "Unable to form a sentence? You are so responsive." - "Ugh.... please.. ah" You were unable indeed when he performed his magic on you. There were too many sensations at once. The warm water raining on your sore muscles, Steves fingers on your clit and nipple, his hard member poking your back, his hot breath tickeling your skin sending sparks through your whole body and his lips blowing kisses on your neck. From time to time he nibbled on a small spot which earned him another moan.

"Come on, baby. Let yourself fall." He encouraged you. He felt your velvet walls pulsating as you where near your climax. Your moans growing louder and your breath starting to stutter. And then you felt it. That sensation that travelled through your body. Legs shaking as you came hard. You gripped his arms and pressed your nails into his skin. Steve responded with a low growl.

He did not stop his motions when he helped you through your orgasm. Your boyfriend continued his motions until you where a stuttering mess. Infact he managed to draw a second orgasm out of you immedeatly after the first.

"I could watch you come undone all day." He breathed into your ear. You let your head fall back and nuzzled into his shoulder. "Why don't we take this to the bedroom?" - "Unsatisfied? I won't complain, captain."

He switched off the tap and took two towels as he helped you step out of the shower. Your legs still shaky but the anticipation rising once again. You wrapped the towel over your naked body and followed Steve to his room.

On your way you met Wanda who smiled at you knowingly. "I guess you don't need new food anymore?" - "Remind me to get Tony and Bruce a gift basked." You laughed as Steve just pulled you away to continue your actions from the shower in a more private space.

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Thank you for your support. I hope you guys like it :)

[late-to-the-party-81]

Because it's Eurovision! Okay..?

AN: I wanted to write this last year, but didn’t, and then the enablers in the BBE server forced encouraged me. So enjoy this cracky Avengers Tower fic, where nobody dies and everyone lives happily ever after.

Un-beta’d

Dividers by @firefly-graphics and moodboard by me

Masterlist

Relationship: - None - Just good old team bonding.

Word Count: 1k

CW: Eurovision spoilers, American confusion, Domestic Avengers

“Oki doki, kiddos - what’s so important we’ve brought forward movie night to…” Tony looked at his watch. “... 3 o’clock in the afternoon?”

He looked around the lounge in confusion as Nat, Wanda and Bucky rearranged all the sofas, cushions and beanbags. Flag bunting hung from the ceiling, and the small kitchenette counter was laden with various snacks.

“It’s Eurovision, Tony.” Nat’s tone of voice suggested that that explained it all.

It did not.

“Euro-what now?”

Wanda came up beside him and started to steer him towards one of the seats.

“Just sit down, Stark. It’s about to start. Now where are the others?”

She looked around, auburn hair flying, but relaxed as Clint walked in, a grin on his face, followed by Bruce, Steve, and Sam. Wanda looked around them and smiled as Vision floated through the wall and towards her.

Clint bounded forward, launching himself over the back of the sofa and bouncing down next to Tony.

“Boy, are you in for a treat! This is going to be epic.” He grinned, completely unfazed by the blank looks from the other men. 

Sam settled on one of the other couches after a stern glare from Bucky, Steve joining him.

“Umm, could you possibly explain further?”

“If you will allow me…” The dulcet tones of FRIDAY echoed through the room as Nat and Bucky continued to shift and shuffle things around their confused team mates. “The Eurovision Song Contest is an annual event held in mid May every year, where the countries across the European continent all submit a musical act singing an original song. There are two semi-finals and then the final 26 acts star in the Final.”

Steve still looked confused.

“Well, what do the winners get?”

“The winning country gets to host the competition the following year, providing a boost for tourism and culture.”

Bruce settled down on the third couch, somehow having already snagged a bowl of popcorn.

“So the songs are good then?”

Nat snorted derisively.

“Nope. They are camp and cheesy, with ludicrous outfits, smoke machines and lots of pyrotechnics. But that’s the joy of it. And lots of the countries sing in their own language, so you have no idea what the song is actually about.”

Tony’s eyes went wide, nothing any clearer than it was before.

“Then why are we watching?”

As one Nat, Bucky and Wanda turned towards him.

“Because it’s Eurovision.”

“Umm, okay then…” He sunk down into the cushions, not sure it was worth risking the ire of undoubtedly the most dangerous trio in the room. “Can I ask why Thor gets out of this…”

Just then, the building shook, the unmistakable rumbling and light display signifying the bifrost had just hit the roof.  “..Scratch that.”

Nat turned on the television and squished in next to Clint. Vision and Wanda snuggled down into the beanbags. Thor burst into the room a few minutes later, placing Mjolnir onto the countertop.

“I haven’t missed it, have I?”

He took the final space next to Bruce, who passed over the bowl of popcorn.

“It’s the flag parade, apparently.”

The blonde god leant forward, arms resting on his knees.

“Ooo. I know this one! That’s Norway. I like them.”

Bruce smiled and elbowed his friend.

“Of course you do, they still treat you like a god.”

Across the room, Steve leant over to Bucky to whisper in his ear.

“Can I ask, if this is a European competition, why are Australia taking part?”

“Because they love how camp it is, and asked if they could join in.”

“I’m going to be confused during this whole thing, aren’t I?”

“Uh-huh…” Bucky threw some M & Ms up in the air, catching them in his mouth.

Back on the central sofa, Nat started to bounce slightly.

“Here we go! Prepare to be amazed…”

For the next 2.5 hrs the team sat, glued to the television, all manner of emotions running through them as they watched the eclectic musical display.

“Am I missing something,” asked Sam. “Why are they singing about Edgar Allen Poe?”

Bucky shrugged. “Why not?”

“Okay..?”

Steve nudged Bucky.  

“Buck - what’s she singing?”

“About how her love for her man is driving her crazy, but she doesn’t know if he feels the same.”

“Okay..?”

“My love…”

“Yes, Vis?

“This is an anti-war song, isn’t it?”

“It is, Vis.”

“Okay..?”

“Earth to Sam! Earth to Sam!”

Tony threw a screwed up piece of paper across the room and watched Sam jolt and shake his head as it bounced off.

“What?”

“You seem a bit invested in the Cyprus act there….”

“Fuck off, Tony.”

“Okay..?”

“Nat?”

“Yes, Bruce?”

“I don’t want to be rude, but is there a reason she seems likes she’s dressed like a werewolf?”

“Because it’s Eurovision.”

“Umm…okay..?”

Thor was bouncing in his seat as the Finnish act started.  

“This is more like it!”

Bruce peered at the screen, as though the neon pink and green outfits were starting to give him a migraine.

“But…but what’s it about?”

“Going out drinking!”

“Okay..?”

“Errrrm, Buck…What the hell did I just watch?”

Bucky didn’t even turn his head at Steve’s question.

“Croatia.”

That didn’t really help. All Steve knew was that he’d just seen something he couldn’t unsee.

“Okay..?”

The act from the UK finished and Tony stood up, cracking his neck.

“Well, guys. Thanks for that, I think. But now that’s over…”

“Nope!” Nat reached across Clint, who’d fallen asleep between them, slowly drooling on a cushion, to grab hold of Tony’s t-shirt and pull him back down. “Now it’s the half time show while the voting is done, and then it’s the results. And this year, we can vote from outside Europe. Look, there’s an app and everything.”

Tony blinked slowly in disbelief. “When’s it due to finish?”

“About 7pm.”

“What!” At Tony’s shout Clint sat bolt upright, snorted and sucked up a string of drool. “This thing goes on for 4 hours. Like how?”

“BECAUSE IT’S EUROVISION!” Came the chanted reply, this time with Thor joining in.

“Okay..?”

Tony pulled out his phone and opened the app store with a shrug. If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.

“I got $50 on Finland. Who wants in?”

At 7.05pm Tony sat staring at the screen, mouth wide open as the others groaned and started to pass cash towards Bruce.

“What the fuck just happened?”

Bruce smiled and shrugged.

“It’s Eurovision, Tony.”

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[mischiefmaker615]

7 Minutes

Rating: R

Storyline: Everyone decides to play 7 minutes in heaven, and guess who picks the god of mischief..

Y/N sipped at her drink, still trying to keep her buzz going as she still could hear the annoying pitch of a drunk Tony Stark in the background as he gathered the crowd for the next game.

''honestly aren't we a little old for-'' she heard Nat start but Tony already tossed the bag at her to pass around once an item was collected from each person.

''I'm more surprised he's still standing'' Y/N added, her heart rate picking up when you saw Thor coming over, dragging Loki with him and her eyes immediately dropped down.

He had been allowed to remain under tight supervision while now and again doing 'community service' for his sentence, aka tagging along on small missions and what not. the strict rule was via Fury: don't do anything that would risk your job. Y/N took another sip of her drink as she shuddered at the thought of Fury's threat.. but it's not like he'd find out her feelings towards Loki, so her job was safe..

Loki was definitely not in the mood for any sort of game, but he had to tread lightly since he was here on the good graces of his brother. If he wanted to keep things at least remotely in his favor, he had to play along.

Figuring shed just add a damn item for the hell of it, she knew Stark wouldn't shut up if she didn't participate and passed the bag along.

With a famous eye roll, Loki pulling out one of his marked daggers. About to put it in the bag, Thor stopped him with a reproachful look. "What?" Loki asked before realizing and sighed. "Oh, alright," he grumbled, putting a cover over the blade of the dagger and dropping it in the bag.

''now we got more than one closet around here so just take whatever's available, i do also have cond-''

''we go the idea.'' Y/N chimed before the bag was tossed at her by Tony and she gave him a look.

''sounds like you want to go first then.'' Tony said with hidden sarcasm as they both flipped each other off before she reached in the bag.

Already finding Tony's item and quickly snatched the next thing instead to dodge that bullet, the item she pulled out just so happened to be the god of mischief himself. Most of the males in the group quickly glanced at Loki and some shifted with concern and uncomfortableness.

''perhaps you should pick something else..'' Bruce encouraged.

Y/N's eyes widened as they couldn't help but snap up to her chosen partner's own. Loki shared the same look at how that had caught him by genuine surprise, evident by his expression losing its normal sullenness.

Thor shook his head, once again nudging Loki's arm. "I'm sure Loki will behave himself!" He said. "Right, brother?"

Loki blinked to get over his surprise, nodding his head. "-With my life on the line, I'd be stupid to try something foolish,..." he said with a nod, just so everyone knew he was serious as he gave a wavered smile, his mind not exactly in the right place as he mentally pulled himself together. He didn't know what he would do, but it would be away from prying eyes, whatever it was, and that was enough to motivate him to behave.

Honestly most of the conversation was drowned by Y/N's own nerves.. it was just a game, right? Fury will never find out.. it s not like they had to do anything? they're could just.. talk for seven minutes or something- as she got up and shyly moved forward, Quill stuck his leg out and caused her to stumble forward, making her quickly reach out and grasp Loki's awaiting hand quickly.

They mutually gave Peter a death look who tried holding back his laughter as Y/N and Loki quickly retracted their hands before Thor ushered them towards the closet in a hurry, looking more excited than Stark honestly as they both looked like they were both plotting and humored over the whole thing. With the door slamming shut behind him as they found themselves in the dark and cramped together where their shoes were practically touching, Thor's voice could be heard from the outside.

''remember what Tony said about the Midgardian protection! what was it called again?''

Y/N's face heated up, glad it couldn't be seen as she tried to get her eyes to adjust to the darkness and bit her lip 'your brother is impossible sometimes..'' she muttered quietly as she tried to break the silence and she could heard Loki give a light chuckle.

''I've had to deal with that impossibility for years" he said with a small grin and hesitated, trying to think on if what he said could be considered rude or not so he quickly changed the subject. "So what are you meant to do in this game?" he asked, pretending to be clueless. "I'm not sure there's an Asgardian equivalent to trapping two people in a small room together."

The blush again. ''...to be honest- i don't think there are any definite rules during the seven minutes, one could talk or nap like some I've heard doing in there, but the stereotypical thing most Midgardians find themselves doing is..'' she quickly stopped herself, suddenly feeling nervous as she glanced down at the floor with her mind in panic. Dare she say it? ''.... talk..''

He nodded along gently, folding his arms across his chest as he couldn't help but smile at the sound of her nervousness and her answer repeated itself, showing how panicked a bit she was in this enclosed, dark situation. "Well, that sounds rather boring," He stayed quiet for a moment, his cheeks growing a little warm. "Well, perhaps we could try and do something else," he said lightly, slowly standing to his full height now as his voice lowered. "After all, it is just you and I in here, no one else to see us..." He gently reached out; his eyes barely having adjusted to the dark but just enough to help rest his hand against her cheek.

Y/N's cheeks reddened, a small flinch showing as his touch came out of nowhere, but she didn't back away. Her eyes slowly raised to his, barely being able to make out any of his features.. but just enough as butterflies awoke in her stomach. he was gentle, his long slender fingers caressing her as she felt herself relax as she pushed all thoughts of warning aside, from out there and even beyond out there as Fury's voice faded off in her head. ''..whatever happens in the closet stays in the closet'' she whispered, almost sounding like a warning as her hand took his and she gently kissed his open palm.

When she kissed his palm, it almost set an alarm in his mind and he leaned forward, his hands moving to find her cheeks, roaming her neck. "Forgive me, but I'm going to take that as a sign of permission," he said softly, leaning in and catching her lips in a kiss.

Y/N felt a shiver of pleasure run down her spin as she felt his soft lips meet hers in a tender and gentle kiss. She didn't hesitate to kiss back as he sighed in her mouth, their bodies relaxing as they leaned closer and closer together until he was backing her up, using his body to move hers and pressed against her so her back was against the wall. she never really noticed how different their heights were until she had to almost stand on her toes to help accommodate him bending down, resting her hands on his shoulders as his traveled down to her waist.

It didn't take long before he wrapped his arms around her waist, picking her up so they were almost at eye level, still gently keeping her against the wall and that their his kiss could deepen as he leaned more forward into her.

Loki felt her legs wrap around his waist, which was an incredibly nice feeling, cementing in his mind that she was certainly feeling something towards him as well. His hands had found themselves cradling her rump, his lips pulling back and moving to her jawline and now down her neck as he murmured against her skin ''I wish I could see you..''

Y/N bit her lip as her eyes fluttered closed at the sensation of his lips on her skin, feeling him nipping and sucking at her skin as her hands traveled to his hair, hearing his moan as she tangled her fingers. ''but you already know what I look like..'' she lightly teased, wondering how she was still able to form words at the moment.

Loki chuckled and buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her sweet aroma ''I'm sure you're making very beautiful faces right now'' he teased back and smirked as he felt her shiver against him. He was suddenly overcome with the urge to see her, all of her, a feeling that surged through him in almost lightning speed that he gripped her thighs slightly tighter, holding onto her as she gripped his shoulders more and her back arched so her chest pressed against him. hesitation showed though when he felt her body tense ever so slightly and he leaned back a little to look at her with a sheepish look. ''perhaps you should set the pace..''

Y/N held back a light laugh as they pressed their foreheads together and she bit her lip ''you're a god Loki.. other's will break if you're not careful'' she gently teased but advised as she slowly ran her fingers through his hair in a smooth motion, having no doubt he could probably feel her heart beat against him.

"I suppose so," he said gently, leaning in to plant gentle kisses along her neck. "In that case, I suppose I could certainly go much slower for you to handle it." He grinned gently against her neck, his hold still on her thighs but gentler now, from her advice. His lips trailed up and down her neck with smooth motions, his eyes closed as she played with his hair.

''..i can handle it-'' she said stubbornly, quickly hushed by the feel of his lips against her neck and honestly sounding like a child trying to be brave. she practically melted in his arms as she leaned back a little so she can capture his lips again, humming against them as she relaxed herself.

After a few moments, he pulled away, gently lifting one hand to brush away some of her hair behind her ear "Do you think our time is almost up?" he breathed, almost sounding like he was planning something otherwise.

Y/N gently wiggled from his grip, setting on the floor and placing an ear to the door a moment. Silence. She turned back at him and although he couldn't see the playful look in her eye, he definitely heard it in her voice. ''what are you going to do if it's not?''

"Well, I can't exactly do everything I want to in a little closet like this," he smirked and slowly stalked forward. "So I suggest we rebel and take things to a larger setting so we're comfortable. How does that sound?"

Y/N's cheeks reddened regardless of her being the one to hint at their next step, but before she could truly wrap her brain around the whole thing, the words had already left her mouth. ''alright-''

~~~

Her back hit the mattress with him on top of her in a second, his hands traveling to her side while the other rested on her cheek as his lips captured hers once more. It had been difficult getting past the crowd once they had left the closet, having to listen to all the jokes, accusations and remarks as they passed but Loki had finally had enough to where he just used magic to get them to his room, door locked and sealed.

Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck as he laid his body on top of hers, feeling her against him fit practically like a glove and she hummed against his lips, feeling his bulge press against her and noticed how his body began to shake. She knew he was holding back for her sake and she pulled away from the kiss just a moment to look him in the eyes with gentle want and understanding ''..go ahead..''

He could feel his mind slightly running wild, but he kept it under control, taking a breath before he crashed his lips onto hers. Never had they thought they would get to this point with each other, but how their bodies reacted told them it has been far to long. He felt her hips beginning to rise and fall, rubbing against him as her hands ran down his shoulders and over his back, pausing here and there and he chuckled, sitting up to straddle her hips and look down at her frustration. With a bit of magic, his top half of his leather and armor disappeared and he smirked "Is that better for you?"

''a bit, yes'' she teased as she ran her hands along his shoulders and back, her nails gently running along his smooth skin before her finger tips found his chest and abs, pushing him up a little so she can prop herself and remove her own shirt.

"Well, this is certainly intricate," he said gently as he looked over the black lace hungrily, hovering over her closely as his hand traced along the cup of the bra and along the skin of her chest. He gave her a smile, catching her lips in a slightly stronger kiss as his hips once again moved against hers.

Moving his hands to her back where the clasps of the bra rested, He worked for just a moment to figure it out before undoing it and it slipped from her chest without him ever breaking the kiss. He smiled into the kiss when she moved down to unbuckle his pants, moving his hips and gently shaking his head. "I believe you're not done undressing just yet," he said gently, his hands moving to hold her chest, feeling more of her soft skin on her breasts with a gentle sigh of satisfaction.

''you're not either might i add'' she lightly challenged with a hidden pout and she grinded her hips up against him to tease, hoping to get him that much faster.

"Alright, then," he said, moving off her for just a moment to remove his pants, also taking a moment to remove hers. He hovered over her again, his hand slightly dipping between her thighs. "Better?" He smirked as she let out a small gasp when his fingers found her intimate part, already seeing how ready she was through her panties.

Her hand slowly traveled down his chest and stomach before she rubbed against the bulge in his boxers, biting her lip at his intimidating size as she spoke between whimpers as his hand dipped under and began rubbing small fast circles against her clit. ''i-I don't think it's g-going to fit..''

He couldn't help but laugh gently as his eyes closed a moment, feeling her hand rub at his member as he strained to speak a moment and brushed a finger gently at her entrance. 'gods she was tight..' "Well, maybe not all at once, of course, But I'm willing to work towards that point if you have patience." He dipped again, kissing down her neck to her chest, rubbing between her thighs with a bit more urgency while his other hand slowly added a finger into her entrance.

Y/N moaned, her back arched as her hands gripped around his back and her head fell back against the pillow as he began to finger fuck her in a slow rhythm. ''i can't promise patience...'' she lightly teased, her voice but of a whisper now.

He stayed on her chest, roaming around with his tongue as his hand stayed between her thighs, finally getting to the spot they had been itching for but not nearly at the speed she needed. He wanted to see how much her patience could be stretched, after all.

Y/N made sure to nip at his neck, feeling him add another digit and she helped herself by reaching into his boxers and stroking him up and down, keeping up with his slow, agonizing pace.

"If that's meant to be a punishment for teasing, it's not helping your case," he mused with a chuckle, looking at her as he slowly removed his fingers, her eyes glistening at him and her loss. Patience running thin, he just snapped her panties off in one go and a small flash of green and his boxers were gone to. He moved down and captured her lips once more in a more passionate and hungrier kiss than only grew when he slipped his tongue in her mouth and dominated her orally. He took hold of himself and aligned himself at her entrance, feeling her breath hitch as he buried his face in the crook of her neck and kissed her skin gently ''whenever you're ready Y/N..'' he whispered, feeling her shake a little but the way she clung onto him made sure that she didn't plan on letting him go anytime soon and he felt her nod.

''fuck me Loki..'' she breathed and his pupils dilated, a primal expression taking over and it took all his strength to slowly enter her, all the way to the hilt instead of slamming all the way in like a stallion in heat.

Loki kissed her a bit stronger, not knowing how much longer he would be able to really hold back. But he had to, for Y/N's sake, or this chance would never come again. He began his slow movements by moving out to his tip before burying himself once more completely before starting over, his eyes closing from the pleasure of her glorious moan as her fingers gripped his back. ''you feel wonderful Y/N..'' he breathed softly.

Y/N shuddered out of pleasure, feeling him as she shut her eyes and took all of him in. he was patient, gentle, and she couldn't get enough of him. she clung to him as much as she could, adjusting fully to accommodate his size as she caught her breath ''..i need you..'' she breathed, slowly starting to buck her hips.

Loki's lips now trailed to her neck, moving his hips along with hers to create a steady rhythm, small moans coming from his throat with every little movement as he increased his speed.

Y/N bit her lip as she began feeling her muscles contract around him as he hit all the right spots. Gripping the sheets now, her back arched and her breath hitched as his hand found her clit and rubbed tight circles with his teeth leaving marks everywhere along her neck which she knew was going to be a show for tomorrow. ''Loki..'' she begged as she began getting close to reaching hers and her eyes blurred ever so slightly as his speed picked up into long, deep thrusts into her.

"You first, my darling," he said gently, kissing along the side of her face as her hands flew to grip his back, her finger nails running along his back and made him rut her all the faster.

His whispers seemed to help the situation all the more as she clung onto him, her inner muscles contracting hard as she met her release in a wave, screaming out his name as she shook and his fingers slowed amongst her clit but his thrusts pounded into her faster as they began growing faster.

Giving a few more deep thrusts, his lips crashed onto hers as he released, shuddering as he emptied himself and the only sound in the room was their heavy breathing. Making sure to keep gentle hands on his shoulders to prevent himself from collapsing down, he slowly pulled himself out of her dripping pussy and laid himself down at her side panting.

Scooting herself to his side, he didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around her and hold her close with a kiss to her forehead and she cuddled close to his chest. She felt him began to chuckle and she couldn't help but smile at his mood, looking up at him with dick drunk eyes and care and he looked down at her with a smirk.

''I quite like this game darling.''

Shoutout to https://www.quotev.com/scarletwitchxo for RPing this storyline and helping with inspiration ♥

[bellaramseysgf]

Tattoo (B.B)

Warning(s); dom!Brucey<3,,illusions to smut (no actual smut),Fluff!,counting rule (you’ll see)

Pairing(s); Bruce Banner X Girlfriend! Reader!

Summary; You got a tattoo without Bruce knowing.

A/n; I haven’t written anything for Bruce yet, this was originally an idea for Sam/Bucky but I think it turned out cute for brucey bruce!<3

••••••••••••

This whole thing started a few months ago, after your date night with Bruce you were talking about nonsense really, arguing about who was better at mathematics. It was definitely him. You passed a tattoo shop promoting couple tattoos.

“Hey, would you ever get a tattoo?” You asked and Bruce chuckled “uh, I don’t know. Not sure how I’d react to the pain” you nodded “why do you ask?” You shrugged “just curious I guess”

***

Curiosity got the best of you a few nights ago after one to many drinks with Nat you ended up in that same tattoo place. You vaguely remember the conversation with the person who did the tattoo. You woke up the next morning with not only your head but your hip hurting as well. When you looked in the mirror you gasped seeing Bruce’s name etched permanently into your skin in black ink.

“Oh god” you groaned, Bruce always said tattoos like that were stupid. ‘Why put their name on you? It could always end, what do you do then?’ You squeezed your eyes shut and sighed. This was it, your relationship was gonna end and you were gonna have evident proof of your ex on you.

You managed to keep the tattoo covered or hidden up until today, you were hanging out in the lab with Tony and Bruce. Really you were just distracting your boyfriend from his work, he was too busy admiring you to focus on the task at hand.

“Okay, stop distracting my helper, out you go” he pressed his hands on your hips to shove you towards the door and you winced as the tattoo was still slightly fresh, the swelling still there. They both looked at you and Tony pulled his hands away from your body. “What was that about?” Bruce asked eyebrow raising “nothing, just a little sore after my work out, I’ll just go” you said rather quickly turning on your heel to walk out.

“Babydoll.” Bruce called in his warning tone and you froze “turn around, bring your ass back over here, now.” He demanded and you turned around “really, I have plans with Wan, I should-” “do not make me come get you, one.” You chewed on your lips hearing the first number “Two…” he said eyes glaring “babydoll you know what happens at 3,don’t think just because Tony’s here I won’t do it” that had you moving quickly walking back over to the pair of them.

“You work out on fridays, it’s Tuesday. Spill” you waved your hands “really I’m just sore that’s all, maybe a warm bath will help” you said smiling innocently at him. Nat walked into the lab “hey, that Tattoo shop called apparently you left your rings-” Bruce’s eyes shot to nat and then back to you “I’ll come back” she said quickly leaving the room.

“A tattoo??” Bruce questioned and you smiled nervously “maybe…” your voice went higher then normal and Bruce shook his head. “Show me.” You shook your head “really, you’ll think it’s stupid Bruce, I-I was drunk I-” “I said show me babydoll, what’s with this attitude?” Bruce huffed switching the hand his pen was in and using his hand to pull up your shirt.

Bruce stared at the black ink that spelt his name for a minute before he slowly dropped your shirt back down. He was quiet, just staring at the spot that was not covered by your shirt. “You good? Tony asked and Bruce glanced at him nodding “yeah, great” bruce said eyes finally pulling up to meet yours.

“Excuse us Tony.” Bruce grabbed your arm and pulled you out of the lab and into the first empty hallway he found. You felt the wind almost knocked from your lungs as he pushed you against the wall. “Bruce, I’m sorry I know you don’t like it I’ll try to get it removed, it just needs to heel first-” your rambling was stopped my just lips on yours.

He kissed you with feral passion his lips hungrily pressing against yours as his tongue dominated yours. His hands dug into your upper waist making sure to stay away from your hips. Bruce pinned you to the wall with his own waiting your hands tangling into his hair as he finally pulled away from your lips just long enough for you to breathe before his lips were back on you. The routine continued for what felt like hours but it was only about 15 minutes

“You aren’t removing it.” He said once he finally broke from your lips one of his hands leaving your waist to grip your chin. “Do I make myself clear?” You nodded,dazed. “That’s my good girl,now go wait for me in my room.” He pecked your lips one last time before stepping away allowing you to walk off.

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Finding Memories. Chapter 10.

Series Summary: Waking up with little to no memory of her past, and being saved by a group of individuals who call themselves heroes, sends a long time captive for a whirlwind trying to find some form of grounding in this world she quickly learns runs on chaos. But she’s not the only one trying to figure out her forgotten backstory. Bucky Barnes, along with the other Avengers, can’t help but sense that there is a lot more to the whole situation than a diagnosis of amnesia. Her background slowly starts to come forward in pieces of her past and hidden information discovered. Who is she? And why was she in the room they were meant to destroy?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader 

Word Count: 2100+

TW: Torture, Kidnapping,cussing, PTSD, and blood. 

A/N: So sorry this has taken a minute to post. I haven’t had any clue where I’ve wanted the next few chapters to go in order to lead us to our future storyline, but I started writing and well... I finished another chapter and I think you and I can both say I wasn’t expecting the route I decided on. But, hey, I was feeling EXTRA cause I got a snow day tomorrow so I can write the next chapter sooner! Enjoy and as always, I love hearing back from you all! Even if it’s just a hey so I can say hey back:) xoxooxox

Chapter 10:

Y/N eventually went to bed shortly after Bucky and her had dinner. 

Bucky decided to go and work out some as he felt that was a good time to try and break down the case more. 

In the meantime, Natasha was hunting Wanda down. She mentioned she was talking to Bruce earlier, but she never made it to Y/N’s room like she said she would. Now it was later, and she still had no idea where she was. 

She was looking down at her phone, seconds from calling her when she heard footsteps heading her way. 

She looked up, and around the corner turned the person in question. 

“What have you been up to missy?” she said with an interrogating look. 

“Hey, I was just coming to find you,” Wanda pointed to her. “I have something I need to talk to you about.”

Now Natasha’s curiosity had peaked. 

“About what?” 

“Not here,” she looked around. “Come with me down to the lab,” she motioned her head to follow her. 

Down in the lab, Bruce was hunched over paperwork and examining them closely. 

When the two redheads walked into his private office, he looked at Nat with a smile. 

“So you did tell her,” Bruce stood up from his position and crossed his arms after taking his glasses off. 

“Not yet,” Wanda shook her head. “Figured it would be better if we both told her.”

Natasha was looking at them with confused stares and couldn’t handle being out of the loop any longer. 

“Can someone tell me what’s going on, please?” she groaned. 

Wanda knew there was no point easing into it all as she could see the annoyance on the spy’s face. She didn’t want to make her wait longer than she already had. 

“We have some things about Y/N that we need to discuss with you,” she said leaning on the table. Nat was curious and looked at Wanda, who read her mind, nodded and answered, “Yes, he knows.”

“I know about the incident in the training room, but we have some other things we need to talk about before that,” Bruce sighed, moving toward the two.

After about 20 minutes of debriefing Nat, there was a second of silence. Her head was down as she added all the new notes to her mental list, but Wanda and Bruce couldn’t tell if she was just processing, confused, angry or all the above.

Then she raised her head and looked straight at them both.

“Why wasn’t I a part of this little side investigation?” she asked bluntly. 

Wanda knew she would be upset about being out of the loop, but they felt they had good reasoning for keeping within a smaller group. 

“We didn’t want things to come back to bite us in the ass in whatever way it could and figured the less who knew, the less hurt,” Wanda answered. “It was nothing against you or anything having to do with not trusting you with the information, but there is still so much we don’t know about her that could get us in trouble.”

“And?” Natasha questioned as if that wasn’t good enough of an answer. “You think getting hurt or in trouble are ever part of my main concerns?”

Anyone willing to join any group of individuals such as the Avengers wouldn’t last a single second if they were worried about either of those two things. 

“We were trying to look out for you,” Bruce spoke up.

“And for that I appreciate you, but you both know I like to make my own decisions,” she sent a serious look. “I would’ve liked to have known however, so I can decide if this is something I wanted to be a part of for myself.”

“I’m sorry we didn’t,” Wanda spoke up. “But we’re letting you in now and we want to know what your thoughts are on helping Y/N learn more about herself and her powers. Things are developing fast, and if Tony hears word of it at all, there is a good chance he’s going to do something that he’ll regret.”

Natasha took a second to take the quick apology and move on. It’s not that she was no longer upset, but there were more things to worry about at the moment than her feelings being slightly hurt.

“Y/N said you ran a blood test today,” she said to Bruce and he nodded. “Any difference in the original ones?”

“Her blood is no longer infected with narcotics and antihistamines,” he answered. “Everything is functioning as normal as can be expected. But because of the mutant genes, her labs will never come back as completely normal.”

“Did any of the mutations change?” she asked. 

“That’s the thing,” Wanda jumped in. The other two looked towards her. “Bruce went over the mutations again and they’ve changed, but we can’t tell if it’s just the look of the DNA bonding, or if the powers they were trying to sedate are finally developing and growing.”

“Growing?” Nat raised an eyebrow. “Growing in size?” Nat was perplexed. 

“Growing as if they're becoming stronger,” he waved off. “So yes, to an extent they are growing, but not in size. Just in power and strength.” 

“You took her last blood sample after we had been practicing this morning, right?” Nat asked. 

“Yeah, Wanda had come to talk to me and I asked her to find Y/N and see if she could get her to come down to do another blood draw.”

“Which is why I walked in on you both fighting and witnessing her-,” she paused trying to find a word for their morning discovery. “Protect herself?” 

“It wasn’t out of malice. I can tell you that much,” Natasha shook her head. “I saw the fear of God in her poor eyes before it happened. I wasn’t even going to follow through with the hit but by the time I realized, she was already throwing me to the other side of the room.”

“So it wasn’t because she got angry or anything?” Bruce asked with true curiosity. That type of issue was his specialty. 

“I wish it were anger,” Nat sighed. “But that was panic.”

“Noted,” Bruce, turned and picked up a piece of paper he was looking at earlier, and made a small note on them. 

“Could her blood analysis have been drastically changed after that kind of reaction?” Nat asked as she put the pieces together faster by the second. 

“Any intense emotion can cause all kinds of chemical changes in a blood sample, but add in the mutation being put to work, and it could absolutely be the answer behind why the cell looked the way they did,” Bruce answered, still looking down at the paper. “I should get another sample tomorrow morning when she’s not in fight or flight mode,” he mumbled, pausing in his writing before making another physical note of his thought process.  

“Wanda,” Nat turned to her friend with eyes ready for a mission. “I need you to fight Y/N tomorrow,” she said in a rash and rather abrupt way. 

“Excuse me?” Wanda blinked slowly. 

Nat let out one single laugh before waving her shock away. “We already talked about it. It was her idea.”

“I once again say… Excuse me?” Wanda emphasized on the tone that showed that didn’t make her statement any better. 

“Ugh, calm down,” she rolled her eyes, moving in front of her. “We decided if someone was going to keep training with her like we had been, it needs to be someone who can at least go against her in a similar manner.”

Wanda’s nerves eased pretty quickly after hearing the full explanation and not just parts of it. Her suggestion and idea was a valid one. No one really knows to what extent Y/N’s powers are, but if anyone could hold their own on the same playing field it would be her.

“So she does want to keep training?” she asked. 

“You surprised?” Nat asked. 

“No, but I had just hoped she would take a little more time to think about it,” she answered. “Part of me wished she would try and give herself some time to recall all this stuff in a less stressful way.” 

“In a perfect world, Maximoff. In a perfect world,” Nat sighed. She knew how the story of the victim with a good heart doing the right thing, even if it wasn’t the best thing for them, went all too well. “But at the end of the day, it’s her choice, and she still can back out at any point in time.”

Wanda smiled at the reassurance. They had grown close to Y/N in her short time there, but in it they had started welcoming a new family member into their dysfunctional family. And no one ever wants to see someone they care for get hurt. But it’s because you care for them, you let them make their own decisions and give support where you can. 

“Are you ok with trying to help Y/N figure this out, even if it’s not the way we hoped?” Nat asked. 

“I’ll do what I can.”

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The sun was just minutes from being completely gone and leaving a nice lavender haze to the sky. 

He had decided at the last minute to take a run. He had avoided running the whole time in the gym because treadmills annoyed him. He felt the track would fall out from under him as he ran and he hated having to adjust the speed every time instead of it just happening naturally.

So running out on the nature trail and around the compound without any restrictions and fresh air was always an easier choice when he decided if he wanted to run that day or not. 

He was on mile 4 when he decided to go a different direction of the normal trail he followed. Even with the new perspective on the trail, nothing seemed to turn his attention away from all the pieces of the neverending puzzle he couldn’t solve in his head. 

He didn’t even realize where he was when he heard a rustle in the treeline and foliage he was running alongside. 

Stopping dead in his tracks, his breath became quickly controlled and quieted as he honed in on the crowded trees that were swaying softly in the night wind. His eyes flitted across the greenery and he waited for something out of place to pop out at him, but it was a completely normal set of trees with nothing odd  in between them. 

His head lowered as he stared harder into the treeline feeling like he wasn’t seeing something he knew was there. He listened carefully trying to decipher if the rustling of the leaves were coming from the ground or the branches. 

Then he smelled something. Something besides the pine and cedarwood that was naturally in the air. It was subtle and anyone without his enhancement wouldn’t even know to look for it. 

His nose wrinkled as he tried to identify it. It was a plant, but nothing that grew out over here. It had a light and airy smell. Something that if in its rightful home would be a compliment to the surrounding scents. But this unique fragrance didn’t belong anywhere in the gardens of Stark’s landscape. 

One more hit of it and it clicked. 

Lavender.

That sparked his curiosity even more and he started stepping toward the darkened space. The amount of leaves grouping together to create large amounts of shade made the moonlight barely peak through. 

But just as the scent got stronger and he got closer, something moved in the bushes and Bucky quickly turned in an intimidating stance toward the motion. 

But again… Nothing was there. 

He swore he heard something. Nothing could make that kind of a noise and turn out to be nothing.

He was on alert, but he never saw anything to confirm his suspicions and the smell of lavender was now a lingering memory. 

He continued to check in paranoia, but came up empty each time. He started back out to the path, and in a trained manner, looked up at the building taking note on what side of the compound he was on and noted what cameras he would check when he got back in. 

But after finding the cameras it dawned on him. He studied the perfectly stacked and aligned windows and noticed it was the living quarters side of the compound. 

Then his heart stopped.

Fourth story up, third window on the left, and on the patio was a birdhouse. One that Sam made in a woodshop last week with his nephews and brought it back. The person he gifted it to was the only person who was kind enough to take it. 

“Y/N.”

He must have stopped breathing because it came out as if he had just been socked in the stomach and finally remembered to breathe. 

He looked back into the woods, seeing the spot where he heard the noise and smelled the soft and subtle hint of lavender. 

When he looked back at the windows, the calculations clicked and the new anxiety he had carried him all the way back up to the rooms without a single stop.

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The Demigod From Asgard - Steve Rogers x Reader (Part 84)

Summary: Bruce gives making a time machine a go with surprising results, luckily Tony had a change of heart

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: Language! Angst! Alcoholism! Grief! Thor’s POV?

Dividers by @firefly-graphics​

Series Masterlist / Masterlist

Chapter 84: The EPR Paradox

It was only a few days later when Bruce said he had worked this whole time travel thing out, or at least he said he did. So they decided to test it, Scott volunteering to be the test dummy since he had quantum realm experience.

Steve had already dropped JJ off at school and was in the hanger of the Avenger’s compound making sure that if it went wrong the entire state of New York wouldn’t loose power.

“Okay, here we go, time travel test number one!” Bruce announces “Scott fire up the uh, van thing”

“breakers are set,” Steve says as he walks back over to the group “emergency generators are on standby”

“good because if we blow the grid, I don’t wanna lose uh Tiny here in the 1950s,” Bruce says gesturing over to Scott with his thumb.

“Excuse me?” Scott says looking up from his helmet that he was fiddling with.

“he’s kidding” Nat chuckles reassuring Scott “you can’t say things like that,” she tells Bruce.

“it-it was a- a bad joke” Bruce stammers, Steve and Nat exchanging a glance when they heard the hesitancy in his voice.

“you were kidding right?” Nat asks quietly once Scott had walked away.

“I have no idea! We’re talking about time travel here, either it's all a joke or not of it is” Bruce points out “we’re good” he says loudly to Scott giving him a thumbs up “get you’re helmet on”

“Scott I’m gonna send you back a week, let you walk around for an hour the bring you back in 10 seconds, make sense?” Bruce asks turning to Scott.

Scott waves his hand dismissively “perfectly not confusing” he states.

“good luck Scott, you got this” Steve says giving him a nod of reassurance.

Scott gives him a proud smile back “you’re right, I do Captain America” he says before disappearing into the van.

Steve waits with bated breath as Bruce counts down ready to pull Scott back. The machine whirs and someone appears out of it, but it wasn’t Scott, it was a ten-year-old boy.

“uh guys?” the boy says looking down at his arms “this doesn’t feel right”

“what is this?” Steve mutters in shock.

“what is going on?” Bruce says at the same time, worry in his voice.

“who is that!” Nat exclaims in confusion “is that Scott?”

“yes its Scott!” Boy Scott exclaims before being sucked back into the machine.

“what’s going on Bruce?” Steve asks moving to get a better look just as an old man appears out of the van.

“oh, my back!” old man Scott complains.

“hold on a second,” Bruce says getting more worried by the second “can I get a little space here?” he asks looking at Steve.

“yeah, yeah, yeah, can you bring him back?” Steve asks moving away from the controls to stand by Nat, this really wasn’t going to plan.

“I’m working on it” Bruce promises, pressing multiple buttons and hitting the controls, sending the old man back into the machine.

The next version to appear was a baby, both Steve and Nat looking at it in shock, this was going very wrong fast.

“it’s a baby” Steve states in disbelief.

“its Scott” Bruce points out.

“As a baby!” Steve argues getting agitated now.

“he’ll grow!” Bruce reasons.

“Bring Scott back!” Steve states leaving no room for arguments.

“when I say kill the power, kill the power,” Bruce tells Nat.

“oh my god” Nat mutters running off to the power breaker.

“and… Kill it!” Bruce shouts.

Nat shuts off the power and the van spits out the grown version of Scott they all recognised. One that looked very shellshocked and disorientated.

“Somebody peed my pants” he muttered still frozen in shock “but I don’t know if it was baby me or old me… or just me me”

Steve blinks a couple of times before looking over at Bruce who throws his arms out “Time Travel!” he exclaims almost too proudly.

Steve rolls his eyes, shaking his head as he turns away “what? I see this as an absolute win” Bruce continues.

Steve didn’t though, he saw it as a complete failure. One that made him angry and upset all at the same time. Of course, this wasn’t going to work, why did he ever think it would?

“Nat, help Lang out” Steve orders as he walks past her.

“wait Steve where are you going?” Nat asks her brows furrowed in concern.

“to get some air,” he says his voice a little snappier than he meant it to be.

As Steve walked through the compound corridors he was hoping his anger would dissipate but it only got worse. He wasn’t angry at Bruce though, Bruce had tried his best and Steve knew that. He was just angry at himself for getting his hopes up. He should have just listened to Tony when he said it wasn’t going to work and it was too dangerous. They could have just lost Scott and were extremely lucky that they didn’t.

Once he got outside he looked out at the lawn his eyes immediately falling on the memorial to the fallen. In an instant, all of his anger was gone and he just felt complete despair. He was this close to getting you back and he failed. The only saving grace was that he hadn’t told JJ about the plan, he’d hate to get his hopes up and then have to tell him his mom wasn’t coming home.

Putting his hands on his hips Steve dropped his head taking a deep breath trying to get his emotions under control. He counted to 10, reminding himself of all the good things in his life right now before taking another breath and looking back up. As he did so he heard the sound of an engine roaring, looking over to where the sound was coming from he spotted one of Tony’s Audi’s driving into the compound.

Steve frowned as he watched the car approach, unsure why Tony would need to visit. Steve stepped forward as the car rounded the corner, stopping just past Steve, before slowly reversing. Tony’s face remains neutral as he rolls down the window.

“why the long face?” Tony asks “let me guess he turned into a baby”

Steve lets out a small huff, nodding his head “amongst over things yeah, what are you doing here?” Steve asks.

“It's the EPR paradox,” Tony says as he climbs out of his car “instead of pushing Lang through time, you might’ve wound up pushing time through Lang, it’s tricky, dangerous, somebody could have cautioned you against it”

“you did” Steve sighs not missing the irony.

“oh did I?” Tony says acting innocent “well thank god I’m here, regardless I fixed it,” he says holding up his hand to show off a bracelet-like device.

Steve frowns slightly trying to process what Tony had just said, it sounded like he was actually going to help. But after what just happened he didn’t want to get his hopes up.

“a fully functioning time-space GPS” Tony explains confirming what Steve believed.

Steve couldn’t stop the smile that broke out on his face, nor did he want to. He knew Stark would be able to do it, but he honestly didn’t think he’d change his mind and Steve was very happy to be wrong.

“I just want peace” Tony reasons holding up a peace sign “Turns out resentment is corrosive and I hate it”

“me too” Steve agrees with a small nod of his head.

“we got a shot at getting these stones, but I gotta tell you my priorities, bring back what we lost, I hope yes, keep what I found, I have to at all costs, and maybe not die trying, I’m sure you understand,” Tony says nodding his head.

“I do” Steve agrees before holding out his hand “sounds like a deal”

“let's get JJ his mom back” Tony sighs as he shakes steve’s hand.

“thank you Tony,” Steve says his voice barely above a whisper as he feels a wave of emotion crash over him.

Tony gives him a small smile before nodding his head towards the boot of the car, Steve follows Tony watching as he opens the boot. Tony lifts up something covered in a blanket, a stuffed toy dog on top before tilting it to reveal Steve’s shield, rebuffed and repainted.

Steve sighs as he looks down at the shield, the one he gave up over 7 years ago now. He never thought he’d see it again, he never thought he’d be Captain America again. A part of him didn’t want to be Captain America again, he’d stopped all that for JJ, even when people referred to him as Cap now it felt wrong. A part of him felt like he no longer deserved it.

“Tony I don’t know” Steve mutters.

“why?” Tony asks frowning slightly “he made it for you, plus honestly I have to get it out of the garage before Morgan takes it sledging,” Tony says flipping the shield so the straps were facing Steve “I’m surprised JJ didn’t find it when he last was over”

Steve sighs slipping his arm through the straps the familiar feeling of the shield on his arm washing over him. One that made him realise he never really got closure on that part of his life, and maybe it was why he felt like he still needed to fight when he was living in Wakanda with you. While he doesn’t regret his choices, and having to step down from active duty to look after JJ, he never got to make the active choice to retire. Maybe doing this last mission would give him that closure, so he could finally retire, this time with you.  

“thank you Tony” Steve says, knowing just how important it must be for him too.

“will you keep that a little quiet? Didn’t bring one for the whole team and I’ve learnt that mistake from Morgan’s kindergarten class” Tony says before turning back to his boot “we are getting the whole team yeah?” he questions.

“we’re working on that right now” Steve nods “we’ve already sent word to the guardians and Rhodey”

“what about Thor and Clint?” Tony asks as they head inside.

“that’s where it gets complicated” Steve admits with a sigh.

“I get Clint but why is getting Thor complicated, surely you guys being technically brothers helps?” Tony points out.

“I haven’t seen or spoken to him in 3 years, and we didn’t really end on good terms” Steve explains with a sigh.

“what happened?” Tony asks frowning.

“we got into an argument, he was drunk and lashed out at JJ and then me, I told him not to visit until he sorted himself out hoping it would snap him out of it but he said he never wanted to see me or JJ again, he blames me for what happened, that I broke my promise to protect her” Steve explains his voice catching.

“Shit” Tony muttered stopping to turn and face Steve “you know he probably doesn’t right? He probably blames himself and took his anger out on you, and unfortunately JJ”

“I know, but we’re gonna need him and I don’t think he’ll agree to it if I ask” Steve sighs.

“well, who can we send instead?” Tony asks.

“Bruce and Rocket, they’re the ones closest to him” Steve sighs.

“well let's hope the build-a-bear wins him over” Tony mutters

Thor woke with a large snort, scratching his belly as he let out a large yawn and stretched in his bed. He sat up rubbing his eyes when he spotted a half-finished bottle of ale on his bedside table. He quickly grabbed it taking a couple of swigs, not even cringing at the warmth and flatness of the drink, just grateful for the numbing sensation it gave.

He pushed himself from his bed, grabbed a pair of sweatpants that had Cheeto dust smeared on them and pulled them on. He then made his way out of his bedroom, kicking past the dirty laundry and discarded bottles as he went.

“Morning Thor!” Korg called out as Thor passed the living room.

“Mornin Korg” Thor mumbled as he drained the last of his beer, chuckling the bottle to the side.

Thor shuffled his way into the kitchen grabbing a box of pop tarts and ripping open a packet. He barely waited for them to warm up in the toaster before taking a large bite, crumbs falling into his beard and onto his bare belly.

“this thing working yet?” Thor grumbled as he walked back into the living room, hitting the top of the TV.

“nope, but the Xbox works still” Korg grinned holding up the remote.

“blasted cable guys” Thor huffs.

Later on in the day Thor was rifling through the cupboards trying to find a snack when he heard the front door open and someone call out a hello.

“are you here about the cable?” Thor says walking back into the living room “the cinemaz went out two weeks ago and the sports are all kinda fuzzy and whatnot” he mumbles grabbing another bottle of beer from a bowl of ice.

“Thor?” the guy says behind him.

Thor sighs turning to face the cable guy, blinking a couple of times when he realised it wasn’t a cable guy.

“boys! Oh my god!” Thor exclaimed loudly, rushing over to give the Hulk a hug “Oh my god its so good to see you!”

He then turns to spot Rocket standing behind him “hey come here you little rascal!” Thor chuckles grabbing Rocket and rubbing the top of his head as he hugged him.

“yeah no I’m good, I’m good!” Rocket shouts pushing Thor away.

“Hulk you know my friends, Miek and Korg right?” Thor says pointing over to the pair sitting on the couch.

“hey boys!” Korg greets, waving over to them.

“hey guys,” Bruce says “long time no see”

“beers in the bucket,” Korg says pointing to the ice bucket “feel free to log on to the wi-fi, no password obviously,” Korg says before frowning and pointing at the TV “Thor he’s back! that kid on the TV just called me a dickhead again”

Thor frowned knowing exactly who Korg meant “Noobmaster” he growls before storming over.

“yeah noobmaster69, called me a dickhead” Korg confirms passing Thor the headset.

“I am sick of this! Noobmaster hey it's Thor again, you know the god of thunder, listen bud if you don’t log off this game immediately I am going to fly over to your house come down to that basement you’re hiding in rip off your arms and shove them up your butt!” Thor growls “oh yes that’s right, go cry to your father you little weasel” Thor taunts before passing the headset back to Korg.

“thank you Thor,” Korg says gratefully.

“let me know if he bothers you again okay?” Thor tells him.

“thank you very much I will” Korg nods.

Thor turns back to the others who had a looked of shock on their faces “so you guys want a drink? What are we drinking?” he asks “I’ve got beer, tequila, all sorts of things” he says using Stormbreaker to pop the top off his beer.

“buddy,” Bruce says gently moving over to Thor “you all right?”

Thor scoffs “yes I’m fine why? Why? Don’t I look all right?”

“you look like melted ice cream,” Rocket says making Thor laugh.

“so what’s up? You just here for a hang or what?” Thor asks taking a sip of his beer.

“We need your help,” Bruce says “there might be a chance we could fix everything”

“what like the cable?” Thor asks before burping “cause that's been driving me bananas for weeks”

“like Thanos,” Bruce says, Thor's jovial mood disappearing in an instant as grief and regret rolled over him.

Thor’s hand shakes as he moves to grab Bruce’s jacket “Don’t say that name” Thor says his voice barely above a whisper, shaking with emotion.

“uh yeah we don’t actually say that name in here,” Korg says as he stands from the couch.

Bruce moves to rest his hand on Thor's arm “please take your hand off me” he asks gently.

“Now I know that guy might scare you” Bruce starts.

“Why would I be?” Thor scoffs shaking his head at the idea “why would I be scared of that guy? I’m the one who killed that guy remember? Anyone else here kill that guy? Nope” Thor says shaking his head, voice still trembling “didn’t think so”

“Korg why don’t you tell everybody who chopped Thanos’ big head off?” Thor states pushing past Bruce.

“um, Stormbreaker?” Korg says confused.

“who was swinging Stormbreaker?” Thor counters.

“I get it, you’re in a rough spot okay? I’ve been there myself, and you want to know who helped me out of it?” Bruce asks his voice gentle.

“uh oh uh was it Natasha?” Thor asks his words slurring together.

“it was you,” Bruce says putting his hand on Thor’s chest “you helped me”

Thor walks away from Bruce once more “so why don’t you ask the Asgardians down there how much my help is worth?” Thor says pointing out the window, slumping down into a nearby chair “the ones that are left anyway”

“I think we could bring them back,” Bruce says.

“stop” Thor mutters shaking his head “stop okay, I know you think I’m down here wallowing in my own self-pity waiting to be rescued and saved but I’m fine okay, we’re fine aren’t we?”

“oh we’re all good here mate” Korg confirms

“so whatever it is that you’re operating we’re not into it” Thor states “don’t care, couldn’t care less, goodbye”

“We need you pal” Bruce sighs.

Thor scoffs shaking his head “he sent you here didn’t he? Captain America” Thor spits “it's his fault we’re in this mess, his fault that-“ he says his voice catching at the end.

“look Thor I know you and Steve aren’t really on speaking terms right now” Bruce sighs.

“he banned me from seeing the only family I have left!” Thor growls, blinking back the tears “and he didn’t even come here to ask me himself”

“would you have said yes if he did?” Bruce asks.

Thor scoffs “of course not! I’d never help that liar”

“okay” Bruce sighs “but would you do it for Y/N?”

Thor blinks a couple of times trying to stop the tears from falling, glancing out of the window as he composed himself “of course I would, I’d lay down my life for her, she’s my baby sister” he says his voice weak.

“then do it for her, help us bring her and everyone else back,” Bruce says gently, thor looking back over at him.

“We have beers on the ship” Rocket offers after a moment of silence.

“let’s go,” Thor says pushing himself up and grabbing a hoodie from the floor.

It took a couple of weeks but between the three of them, Bruce, Tony and Rocket had built the time machine and suits for everyone to wear when they travelled through the quantum realm. Things had been a little tense between Steve and Thor but they had come to a mutual understanding that they shared a motive, to get you back and Steve hoped once you were back you’d help sort Thor out and all the bad blood would be gone.

Today was about to be the first official test run of the machine, due to the limited amount of Pym particles they only had one shot. It was supposed to be two test runs but Scott had an accident and now there was only one, it was also why Clint had now stepped up in his place.

Steve stood with Bruce, Nat, Tony, Thor and Scott as Clint walked up onto the machine. Steve had barely slept last night worrying about this mission, part of him wanted to be the one to go but he knew it was too risky. He just prayed to every god out there that it wouldn’t fail, he didn’t want to fall at this hurdle.

“ready Clint?” Bruce asks, earning a small nod of the head from Clint as the nanotech helmet forms.

Bruce begins the countdown and everyone watches as Clint disappears. The ten seconds he was gone felt like a lifetime, Steve’s heart racing when he reappeared with a shout on his hands and knees. Everyone instantly rushes over, Scott with a plate of orange slices on hand.

“Hey, hey look at me, you’re okay,” Nat says as she helps Clint stand.

“yeah, yeah… it worked” Clint mutters breathing heavily “it worked,” he says chucking a baseball glove to Tony.

“hell yes, it worked” Tony smirked holding the baseball glove up victoriously “now to Steve’s favourite part, mission planning” Tony smirks looking over his shoulder at Clint.

“let’s call it a day today and get some rest, especially you Clint” Steve says nodding over to Clint who still looked shaken up and emotional “we’ll start fresh in the morning, everyone get brainstorming in the meantime,” he says before glancing down at his watch “I’m gonna head off, pick JJ up from school, see you all in the morning”

“give JJ a big hug from me” Nat calls out as Steve turns to leave.

“uh yeah me too,” Thor says burping slightly.

Steve’s lips twitch upwards at Thor’s efforts, relieved at the thought that maybe the friendship they had was salvageable, and JJ would have his Uncle Thor around again.

Steve nods “I will, see you in the morning” he smiles.

Once he got to the school he stood in his usual spot, hands in his pockets as waited for JJ to come out. He glanced around at all the other parents that were here for pick up, Steve’s mind beginning to wonder how their lives would change if they succeeded in getting the stones. The family and friends they’d have back in their lives.

“Daddy!” JJ shouted grabbing Steve’s attention.

A wide smile appeared on Steve’s face when he saw JJ’s excited expression, the little boy running straight over to Steve. Steve let out a small oofh at the impact of his son hugging him tightly.

“I thought Roberta was picking me up today?” JJ asked looking up at Steve.

“Well I managed to finish work early today so I thought I’d pick you up instead unless you wanted Roberta instead” Steve playfully teased ruffling up JJ’s hair.

“Nooo!” JJ laughed pushing Steve’s hand away “I’m happy it’s you”

“I’m happy it's me too bean, now c’mon give me your backpack” Steve smiled holding out his hand.

JJ passed Steve his bag, before quickly grabbing Steve’s free hand “I like Roberta but I like it more when you pick me up” JJ says as they start walking back to the car.

“I like it too bean” Steve smiles down at his son.

“why has it been Roberta then?” JJ asks making Steve frown slightly.

“what do you mean?” Steve asks as he opens up the car door and helps JJ up into his seat.

“you used to pick me up loads, but now Roberta does” JJ explains as Steve does up his seatbelt.

“well I’ve just been very busy at work recently so I’ve had less time to come and get you, it doesn’t mean I don’t want to, trust me bean I’d rather spend the afternoon with you than working” Steve explains.

“Roberta says you’re doing something very important,” JJ says fiddling with his fingers “is it Avengers stuff?”

Steve purses his lips and lets out a long sigh trying to work out how to explain what he was doing, he didn’t want to tell JJ that they were working to get everyone back, just in case it didn’t work.

“kind of, we’re working on a project that will hopefully help a lot of people” Steve explains.

“Are you fighting baddies?” JJ asks frowning in concern.

“no, no fighting, just a lot of research and paperwork, super boring stuff,” Steve says quick to reassure him.

“oh okay,” JJ says nodding his head slightly as all the information sunk in.

“Everything is fine I promise but look it's been a while since we’ve had some fun together so why don’t we go out for ice cream” Steve offers, smiling when JJ’s face instantly lit up.

“yes please!” JJ beamed.

“Great, let's go then” Steve smiles closing the door before climbing in and starting the car.

A couple of hours later Steve and JJ arrived home, JJ ran inside as quickly as he could to go say hello and play with Scout. The two of them headed outside to the backyard for a game of fetch. Steve watched with a smile on his face from the kitchen window as he unpacked JJ’s bag.

“knock, knock” Roberta calls out as she opens the front door.

“in the kitchen” Steve calls back as he empties out the rubbish left in JJ’s lunchbox.

“you guys are home later than I expected” Roberta comments as she walks into the kitchen, giving a quick wave to JJ through the open back door.

“yeah well I’ve been so busy lately that I thought we should spend some time together, took him out for some ice cream,” Steve says shrugging his shoulders.

“well it’s a good thing that boy has the appetite of an army, otherwise his dinner would be ruined” Roberta chuckles before her face turns serious “speaking of busy how is everything going?”

Steve bit his lip to stop himself from smiling “it's actually going really well, the first test run was a success, we might actually pull this off” he says keeping his voice low.

“that’s wow, that’s amazing,” Roberta says shaking her head in disbelief.

“I know, and I know I shouldn’t get my hopes up because it still could go wrong but, by October JJ could have his mom back” Steve mutters smiling to himself.

“I believe in you Steve, if anyone could do it it’s you” Roberta smiles putting her hand on his shoulder “does JJ know?”

Steve shakes his head “no, I told him I was working on something that would help a lot of people out but that’s it, I just didn’t want to tell him and get his hopes up, especially if it goes wrong, he’s gone through so much already I couldn’t bare to break his heart” Steve sighs.

“of course, so what’s the plan now?” Roberta asks.

“We’re all meeting tomorrow to discuss when and where we're going to get the stones, we only have enough Pym particles for one trip each and none of the stones are going to be easy to get so we don’t want to spread ourselves too thin” Steve sighs shrugging his shoulders.

“you’ll work it out, now I have a pasta bake in the oven, do you two want to join me?” Roberta offers with a small wink.

Steve lets out a small sigh of relief because after everything today he really didn’t want to cook “that would be amazing thank you Roberta” he smiles.

“it's fine, from what I heard I’m gonna have competition when Y/N gets back” she winks before heading out the back door towards her house.

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[clay-cuttlefish]

Forging ahead with 52. #19 to #38. It's so much.

#19

The Evil Skeets plot is great. According to the omnibus it was a very late change away from a generic broken-time story, and I can kinda see that with how some of the earlier evil Skeets behavior doesn't seem super purposeful, but it all works for me.

#20

Mostly spaceguy plot that I don't care much about. The fight's cool at least.

I have no idea what fan speculation was like at the time but the idea of Supernova Jason Todd conspiracy theories is extremely funny so I support the intentional red herrings here.

#21

I keep changing my mind on which storylines I like more as I go. How could I not love Natasha?

#22

Dr. Magnus is back! I wish him being bipolar was handled more sensitively, the whole "oh the medicine keeps me from going ~crazy~" thing is :/, but I'm willing to read it charitably as his own perspective because I like him. He's a psychotic DC character who's heroic and not spooky or magical, just a guy who really doesn't want to have another depersonalization episode and has some internalized sanism about it, it could be so much worse.

#23

I like that Vic's more jaded to the horrors he can't stop than Renee is. He's had a lot of time to get used to the idea he can't save everyone - back in his own book he would've thrown himself in harm's way just like she wants to, but he's gotten better at not starting fights he can't win.

Hate to give Geoff Johns credit for anything but "What the hell are you doing?" "Seeing if it's contagious." is really good.

#24

"We were both guilty of ignoring Ted" Pretty sure Booster nearly died because he dropped everything to help but okay.

Osiris is just a kid...

Introducing a First Nations hero just to kill him off and give his stuff to a white dude sucks.

#25

Alan's out of the spaceguy zone and doing his own thing.

Almost halfway and the threads are still only starting to link up.

#26

I cannot get enough of Vic and Renee being friends with the Black Marvels. It's very sweet!

Tot my friend Tot :)

This is just a nice moment for them.

#27

I'm very into how Evil Skeets is drawn. He manages to be expressive despite having no moving features, it's a good trick.

Ohhh no it's now. I thought I had another issue, but no, this is the turning point.

#28

THE QUESTIONS!!! Love how they're heckling Kate together.

Kate is so cool.

Oh right, the spaceguys are still here.

#29

The way the mad science island handles mental illness generally sucks, but it's almost hitting at something interesting with Will being forced off his medication for the sake of "creativity".

#30

Get out of here Bruce.

I am going to cry!

#31

I don't even dislike the spaceguys really, but cmon, more of Ralph or Nat would've been better.

Ralph's still a detective even at his lowest! Strong foreshadowing.

#32

Uh oh, Ralph.

#33

Ohhh Charlie.

Him hallucinating Myra? Only able to admit he loved her at the very end?? It takes me out!

Almost all of his dialogue is straight from the O'Neil run. Rucka describes rereading the entire run just to write this issue because he had to get this right, and it shows.

There's a reason I consider O'Neil and Rucka the essential Question writers, and all the other takes to be interesting sidenotes.

#34

The kids aren't doing so well.

aaaaaaaa

#35

Hands you a picture of Nat. Hands you a picture of Nat. Hands you a picture of Nat.

Lex is the best villain in 52 and it isn't even close to a competition.

#36

AAAAAAA

Fuck dude! Nothing coherent to say here! Look at them!

#37

Wild emotional roller coaster for me as I go from Renee agony to cheering about Booster. My first read of this was a Time.

It's such a fun mystery. I can confirm it works if you know nothing about comics and are just along for the ride, and it comes together so well on the reread.

Mayor Ollie!

#38

AAAAAAA

"I'm afraid of who I'll become without you..." How am I meant to be normal about this!

I had to read this in two pieces because it made me need to get up and pace. It has done this every time I have read it. I am physically incapable of being normal about this.

Head in my hands. Comics are good and worth reading actually.

[unhingedmarvelandclassicwhobuff]

For the morbidly curious, this is the sort of thing Tony stans who write fanfic say

Remember how after Civil War a bunch of Tony’s fans transformed into stans and decided that he could do no wrong and that everyone who opposed him was evil? Well, some of those stans took to writing fanfic so they could make the story they wanted where that was actually true. There is one particularly rabid stan (who I shall not name) that is still active even today. This author has a very long series of ficlets that pretty much all amount of Team Cap hit-pieces. 

Because I hate myself, I have recently spent an ungodly amount of time reading this series of ficlets and summarizing each of them. I don’t know why I did it, but I’m realizing now that it would be a useful way to give those interested some idea of what the Tony stans say without giving them more attention than they deserve.

If you want to play a drinking game while reading my notes, take a shot every time one of the following happens:

Natasha is exposed and humiliated (not like that) during Iron Man 2

the SHIELD Info Dump got hundreds of agents killed, this could have been avoided if they just called Tony, and Steve, Nat, and Sam are arrested for it

the chase in Bucharest caused a tunnel to collapse and killed a bunch of civilians

Team Cap (mostly Steve and Wanda) are imprisoned and/or executed for their "crimes"

the Snap is never undone, and this is portrayed as the right thing to do

the world unanimously loves the Sokovia Accords and the only people on the whole planet who disagree with them are Team Cap

Steve and co were in Lagos illegally and there would have been no explosion if they had just let the Nigerian authorities handle Rumlow

one of the Avengers (usually Tony) murders the Maximoff twins at some point during AoU and no one cares but Steve

Tony (or one of his props) explodes at Steve (or another member of Team Cap) over something)

Wanda is abandoned, arrested, tried, depowered, imprisoned, humiliated, or executed. Or all of the above, in that order. (Seriously, the Tony stans are fucking vicious to her)

So with all that said, here we go. I swear on all that his holy in the multiverse, I did not make up a single one of these:

Steve bankrupts his mom with medical bills after getting into fights and they end up homeless.

Steve is arrested for trying to get into the army

Steve is arrested for his trip into Hydra territory to rescue the 107th

Same as above, but in this one Howard and Peggy are shot down after dropping Steve off and both die

Steve, Sam, and Nat are arrested for the Info Dump

Tony berates Steve for asking him to mind his language

Bucky is brought to the Avengers Compound, and when the truth about him is revealed everyone turns on Steve

Sam is arrested for stealing the Falcon wings

Tony explodes at Steve for judging him based on footage

Tony explodes at Steve during the wood-chopping scene in AoU

Tony refuses to give the Maximoffs a second chance and arrests them in the tower

Zemo wakes up the 5 Winter Soldiers and they kill Steve

Tony explodes at Bruce for nodding off at his story (the IM3 post-credit scene)

Bucky has a PTSD attack in Bucharest and is gunned down

Tony refuses to give Wanda a second chance and she is imprisoned after the battle of Sokovia

Natasha is unmasked in Iron Man 2 and leaves in disgrace

Sam turns on Steve when he says that Wanda is a kid

Rhodey explodes at Steve, Bucky and Sam when he arrests them in Bucharest

Steve and the Howling Commandos accidentally charge guns blazing into a civilian factory and kill dozens of workers before noticing anything is wrong

Bucky freaks out when he meets Wanda in the parking garage and turns on Team Cap

Scott, Hank, and Hope are arrested for raiding the Avengers Compound, and Scott’s family abandons him

Scott almost dies inside Tony’s suit in CW, and gets arrested and abandoned

Scott has a seizure when becoming Giant-Man and is arrested and abandoned

Steve and Wanda are accosted by civilians after Lagos, and Wanda turns on Steve

Steve and Bucky are unable to start the Quinjet, and Rhodey is shocked to learn about the 5 Winter Soldiers (this one pretends Steve didn’t mention them minutes earlier)

The Nigerian authorities deal with Rumlow and Steve’s team is arrested for illegally being there

Steve is overzealous about being the army and gets himself killed

Same as above, but this time Bucky dies as well

Tony explodes at Coulson and Fury in Iron Man 2 after the party scene

Bucky explodes at Steve for protecting him in Siberia

Bucky runs back into the Siberian bunker to save Tony

Steve is berated for sympathizing with the Maximoffs at the start of AoU

Helen Cho is horrified to see that Wanda is an Avenger now, and gets her arrested

Natasha is arrested at the Capitol at the end of Winter Soldier

Steve isn’t allowed to see Peggy because her family is worried that the sight of him will make her forget them (because of course that’s how Alzheimer’s works)

Bucky surrenders in Bucharest and there is no fight at all (apparently this one forgets that it was a kill-on-sight order)

Erskine didn’t care one bit about Steve and was just using him as a guinea pig. The serum is a complete failure and Steve dies.

Natasha is arrested for her undercover work in Iron Man 2

Sharon refuses to help Steve find Bucky and he attacks her, getting himself arrested

Steve and Bucky are arrested when they go to break their friends out of the Raft

Steve holds a press conference after Lagos and it blows up in his face. Apparently Tony has no obligation to help with the damage in Lagos, but there were no disasters while he was on the team because Ultron was Wanda’s fault, not his. Wanda gets deported back to Sokovia and executed, and the other three are imprisoned for life.

Bruce returns and when he sees that Wanda is an Avenger now he Hulks out and beats the shit out of her

Clint’s family were killed as a result of the Info Dump, so Clint kills Steve, Nat and Sam as revenge before killing himself

Pietro dies in Strucker’s experiments and Wanda destroys the Hydra base as revenge (this one pretends she was the one who wanted it instead of him)

Sam turns on Steve during the Accords discussion

Ultron is disgusted by the Maximoff twins backstory, so he kills them and decides that maybe Tony is worth listening to

Steve is berated for his “there’s only one God” comment in the first Avengers film

Sam’s wings break and he wants to go to Tony to get them fixed, but Steve says no

Steve gets killed when he goes to free Bucky and the 107th

Clint turns on Wanda after seeing her subdue Vision. He later learns that she was manipulating him and the rest of the Avengers to make them feel sympathy for her, and she gets imprisoned for life.

Tony goes on a profane rampage at Steve over the “big man in a suit of armor” comment in the first Avengers film

Fury and Coulson berate Natasha for her assessment of Tony in Iron Man 2

Sharon is arrested for helping Steve get to Bucharest (despite presumably being written before FatWS, this one does offer a decent explanation for why she might be evil now).

Ultron stops mid-fight to say that Wanda is his creator and Tony is innocent, so Clint kills her without hesitation. This understandably blows up in their faces, and he and Steve get killed as well. Also, Hulk paralyzes Natasha, Thor kills Pietro, and Sam bails, so the only Avengers left are  Tony, Rhodey, and Vision (aka, the only ones Tony stans like).

Tony freaks out and shoots Nick Fury at the end of Iron Man

Vision stops Wanda from leaving with Clint and talks down to her

Natasha turns on Steve after the chase in Bucharest

Wanda fails to contain the bomb in Lagos, so she and Steve die. Sam and Nat are arrested for being there illegally

Sam is a Hydra agent and he kills Steve and Nat when they go to him for help (I genuinely do not know what the purpose of this one was. Maybe it was the writer’s idea of punishing them for not going to Tony).

Bucky yells at Steve after breaking up the fight in the theater alley, because apparently the guy protesting was just grieving his brother and Steve attacked him for it.

Team Cap are actually OK with the Accords and are enraged at Steve for not explaining it to them when he comes to break them out of the Raft. Also, Wanda apparently brainwashed them into being on Steve’s side.

Steve and Nat are arrested at the airport and killed by vengeful SHIELD agents who were victims of the Info Dump

Team Cap is kicked out of Wakanda and arrested

Tony ousts the World Security Council as Hydra after the first Avengers film, and the team disbands.

Peggy accidentally hurts someone when testing Steve’s shield, and both of them are arrested for it.

Shuri explodes at T’Challa for harboring Steve and Bucky.

Tony goes to help Vision, who has been severely hurt by Wanda in her escape. This one also involves Natasha getting exposed and berated for “betraying” Tony.

Jarvis comes back after AoU and gets Wanda executed.

Tony notices Wanda coming up behind him in Strucker’s base and kills both her and Pietro. Steve is berated for showing sympathy to them.

Wanda helped mindwipe Bucky once, and when they meet Bucky recognizes Wanda and murders her.

Team Cap is mean to Tony when he doesn’t have time to help them with their equipment (this is easily the pettiest one yet).

Sharon is a Hydra agent who led Steve on in CW in order to get him disgraced.

Bucky turns himself in before Steve can get to him, and explodes at Steve when he visits.

Clint is Team Iron Man.

Friday hacks into Wakanda’s systems and kills Bucky in his cryo-tube. Steve attacks T’Challa over this, and all of Team Cap are kicked out.

Steve is talked down to after expressing his disapproval with the future (it’s one of those “you’re not a real captain” ones)

Zemo tries a diplomatic approach and sends the tape of the Starks murder to Tony. Steve and Nat are disgraced and imprisoned, and Wanda is deported back to Sokovia and executed.

Rhodey freaks out at Steve for not supporting the Accords. Steve goes to Vienna and is injured in the bombing, so Tony and Rhodey retrieve Bucky from Bucharest. Steve and Wanda are denied a place on the Accords-approved Avengers (and though it doesn’t say, I’m guessing he went to prison for life and she was executed, because that’s this writer’s favorite thing to do to them).

Wanda leaves the Compound against Tony’s wishes, gets attacked by angry civilians, talked down to by Vision for defending herself when they get violent, and eventually sent to Sokovia and executed.

Tony sees Natasha’s assessment of him and laughs at it

Natasha realizes that Steve doesn’t actually care about Wanda and is only using her so the Avengers will accept Bucky, so she comes to the conclusion that the Avengers are dangerous terrorists under Steve’s command and sells him out to Tony. Steve is disgraced and imprisoned for life, Wanda is depowered and executed, and Nat is imprisoned for the foreseeable future, but she is happy that she finally “saw the light” (read: realized that Tony was a blameless baby and she was an irredeemable monster).

Steve refuses to train more and gets talked down to by everyone (it’s another “you’re not a real captain” one). He eventually gets arrested and sentenced to life in a mental ward.

Tony realizes that Steve doesn’t actually care about Wanda and is only using her so the Avengers will accept Bucky. Also, Steve refused to read the Accords even though he is the only Avenger who canonically did.

Steve is unable to get through to Bucky on the helicarrier and they both die

The Ancient One, Mordo, and Kaecillius show up at the Avengers Compound to arrest Wanda at Tony and Bruce’s request. She is depowered, sent back to Sokovia, and imprisoned for life. Steve is disgraced for siding with her.

Everyone is angry at Wakanda for not sharing their vibranium sooner (honestly, I think that’s valid)

Tony lures Team Cap into a trap and gets them all arrested. Laura divorces Clint and says she hates all of them, Vision talks down to Wanda before she is deported to Sokovia (and probably executed), and Tony talks down to Steve.

Sam turns on Steve and sells him out to Tony instead of recruiting Scott

Tony gets mad at Thor for insinuating that Asgard is better than Earth, and after New York he burns SHIELD to the ground and makes sure everyone in it is arrested.

Captain Phillips refuses to let Erskine use Steve for Project Rebirth

Hydra agents find Team Cap after they are kicked out of Wakanda, and Steve abandons all of them to save Bucky

SHIELD confiscates Steve’s shield, and they get mad at him when he demands it back. Also apparently he killed people when he shoved them out of the way after waking up, because fuck you.

Scott berates Hank Pym for insulting Tony (I fucking love how this author’s idea of “redeeming” a character is just turning them into a massive Tony simp)

Wanda attacks both Steve and Bucky in Wakanda and erases Bucky’s mind completely as revenge for Steve “taking away her compensation” (which I guess was getting to live in the Compound).

Team Iron Man wins the airport fight and Peter lectures Team Cap for not supporting the Accords.

Sam goes to visit his old army buddies, but all of them are disgusted with him, Steve, and Nat for the Info Dump, insisting that they should’ve just called Tony

The Avengers (mostly Steve) are berated for not helping Tony in Iron Man 3, and later are arrested for the Info Dump

The people of Novi Grad are furious at Wanda for compelling them to leave the city, and she gets arrested

Steve lashes out at Natasha when she tries to stop him and Bucky at the airport, and he ends up paralyzing her. Tony doesn’t come to Siberia, so Bucky freaks out at Steve when he learns Tony didn’t know about his role in the death of his parents. They fight, Bucky wins, and Steve is imprisoned

Ramonda lectures T’Challa for his actions in Civil War

Bucky is disgusted by Steve’s eagerness to fight, and ends up going home. The Howling Commandos are never formed

Peter is injured by the crate at the airport, and Tony explodes at Steve over this

Hulk murders Wanda and Pietro in Sokovia, and is angry with Nat for triggering him

The Avengers are all psych evaluated after Sokovia, and Wanda, Steve, and Nat are jailed for what is found

Steve, Sam, and Nat are arrested for accidentally assaulting FBI agents assuming they are Hydra

Clint kills both of the Maximoffs at the shipyard. Nat is later arrested for not telling Tony about Bucky.

Tony sends the scepter back to Asgard with Thor after realizing that Wanda showed him a vision, and later kills both of the twins.

Tony kills Steve in Siberia after being rendered half-dead himself, and both he and Bucky are rescued later.

Scott Lang and Darren Cross both die in their battle, and Hank gets arrested (I seriously have no clue what the purpose of this one was).

Captain Phillips explodes at Steve for his grenade stunt

Tony explodes at Steve for objecting to the Accords after telling him about Charles Spencer

Wanda and Pietro turn on Ultron before Seoul and end up defeating him (on paper this one is fine, but it’s FULL of prop-Tony shit, such as Wanda “seeing reason” by realizing that Tony is actually a blameless baby and she is the true monster)

Peggy rejects Steve when he goes back in time for her, and later he gets killed trying to save Bucky

Pepper explodes at Team Cap at Tony’s funeral, and makes sure all of them get arrested

Rhodey actually obeys Ross and arrests Team Cap at the Compound.

Zemo explodes at T’Challa for not caring about innocents (lmao what?)

Steve, Nat, Sam, and Wanda recklessly go after terrorists in Cleveland and cause lots of damage, but they don’t care

Shuri realizes that she killed people during the chase in Korea and has a breakdown. T’Challa is dethroned and disgraced.

Bucky gets a serious head injury protecting Steve in a fight in Brooklyn, and gets up getting denied an army position because of that

Scott has doubts about being on Team Cap, so Wanda tries to mind-control him into being on their side, but Bucky kills her.

Wanda is in fact a loyal Hydra agent and tries to detain the Avengers for them, but Tony defeats her, and then she is deported and executed.

President Ellis lectures Team Cap for not supporting the Accords, and Natasha betrays them by telling Tony about Bucky.

Apparently Wakanda kills people who come close to discovering their secret, so they get charged for it.

Tony and Steve actually start fighting each other on the helicarrier before Loki’s attack. Tony wins.

Laura is pro-Accords, so Clint goes behind her back to help Team Cap. Laura divorces him, the kids hate him, and he ends up in jail.

Loki learns about Wanda and decides to look into her. He realizes she is just biding her time to kill Tony, so he takes her powers and gets her arrested.

Peter is told about Wanda’s escape from the Compound and tells Vision that he is in an abusive relationship (this one lies and claims that she is trying to manipulate Vision into hating Tony, and that she actually doesn’t care one bit about his feelings).

Wanda tries to use her powers on someone during a mission, and that person kills her in retaliation. Steve is disgraced for defending her.

Clint gets imprisoned for his 5-year stint as Ronin (fair enough, but the author clearly did this to punish him for betraying Tony).

Sarah Rogers explodes at Steve for constantly getting into fights.

Wanda kills Nat during the airport fight, so Clint kills her in retaliation and then joins Team Iron Man.

Steve loses the serum, and Tony and Bruce are unable to recreate it. Tony stops trying after learning about Bucky and kicks him out.

Bucky explodes at Steve over his plan to go back in time, and later gets him arrested.

Tony explodes at Bruce at the Sanctum for not caring enough about him.

Vision follows Steve and co to Lagos, prevents the bomb, and lectures Steve for illegally entering and hiding things from Tony. Steve and Nat are jailed, Sam is disgraced, and Wanda “owns up to the consequences of her actions” (which I’m guessing means life in prison and depowerment).

Steve is killed by a Hydra spy shortly after getting the serum.

Wanda confesses her guilt to the Avengers and all of them except Steve turn on her. Both of them are imprisoned and she is depowered and deported. 

Stan Lee’s character from Winter Soldier gets fired because the Captain America costume was stolen on his watch, so he turns to crime and gets arrested for it, but so do Steve, Nat and Sam (I will admit, the idea of Stan Lee robbing a jewelry store with alien tech is hilarious, but still)

Steve’s team is arrested and interrogated after Lagos, and all of them turn on him

Natasha hurts Happy during their boxing match, and Tony explodes at her after realizing who she is

Okoye deters T’Challa from going on a revenge quest, and as a result Steve and Bucky are both killed in Bucharest

What’s left of Wakanda throws out the Avengers after the Snap, blaming them for everything. Steve and Nat are immediately arrested after getting back to the US (because of course the government would have that as their top priority).

Bucky sneaks into Strucker’s base and kills Wanda and Pietro

Pepper convinces Scott to turn in Hank and Hope after he breaks into the Avengers Compound

Tony murders Steve and Bucky in Siberia, personally oversees Wanda’s execution, and completely destroys the rest of Team Cap. Clint ends up in prison for life (and gets paralyzed), Natasha gets brutally murdered by victims of the Info Dump, Sam goes to prison as well, and Scott is more or less ignored. (This one has a Dark!Tony warning at the start, but to be completely honest I seriously think the writer believes this is 100% what should have happened.)

Steve only rescues Bucky from Zola’s base, and the rest of his unit are executed by Hydra as punishment

Natasha rats out Steve to Tony at the Barton farm

Scott is Team Iron Man

SHIELD agents who lost their families in the Info Dump torture Steve, Nat, and Sam to death

Tony actually tells Pepper about the palladium poisoning (nothing wrong with this on paper, but it includes him exploding at Nat and SHIELD for not helping)

Tony works round the clock to save as many SHIELD agents from the Info Dump as he can, and later explodes at Steve and Nat for not calling him for help

Loki explodes at Frigga and leaves Asgard in a rage

Clint is so broken by Loki’s mind control that he retires in disgrace

Sam is horrified to learn about what Steve is hiding, and sells him out to Tony. Nat and Wanda are executed, and Steve is imprisoned for life.

Vision “sees the light” and realizes that every Avenger who isn’t Tony or Rhodey is an evil psychopath, deciding that he hates Wanda in particular, and he is the one to go to Siberia, where he seriously considers murdering Steve on the spot after the video is played (does ANY of this sound like Vision to you?).

Tony and Pepper explode at Steve, Nat, and Scott when they come to their house. The Snap is never undone, and this is framed as the right thing to do.

Steve gets arrested for starting a fight and Bucky bails him out, but then turns on him

Steve is killed by a sniper during the chase in Bucharest, and Sam and Bucky are both arrested (because of course a sniper would aim for Captain Fucking America instead of the Winter Soldier)

Steve and co are going behind Tony’s back searching for Bucky, and he explodes at them when he finds out

Tony explodes at Natasha after the airport fight (over her ego retort), and gets her arrested

This one was essentially a full-length prop-Tony fic from Thor’s POV; instead of choking Stark he immediately forgives Tony’s betrayal and gets mad at Steve for berating Tony, and he later murders Wanda in the tower (and also, Vision isn’t Vision, he’s just Jarvis in a body).

Tony’s blowup at Steve at the start of Endgame is taken further (and played as if he is in the right). Also, Nebula wants to murder Steve and Nat because Tony

Bruce freaks out at Steve in Wakanda, demanding to know why Wanda is an Avenger now

Tony and Rhodey have an argument over Rhodey apparently treating Tony like an idiot

Bruce returns during the Accords discussion and takes Tony’s side. Wanda is depowered and humiliated, and the rest of Team Cap is arrested

Steve and Nat are tried and convicted for the Info Dump

Sam discovers that Wanda is a psychopath who is just biding her time to kill all the Avengers

Wanda turns on Hydra and flees with Pietro, but they are caught and killed

Hope calls Tony instead of recruiting Scott

Peter explodes at Steve for dropping a crate on him

Strange explodes at Mordo after defeating Dormammu

Nick Fury explodes at Steve for suggesting the Info Dump, then rats him out to Tony when he suspects Bucky killed the Starks

Wanda is detained after the Battle of Sokovia and executed

The Avengers disband after the Battle of New York, and Steve and Nat are disgraced for not caring about collateral damage

Jarvis takes matters into his own hands during Iron Man 2 and tells Rhodey about the pallidium poisoning. They later burn SHIELD to the ground, and Steve is never defrosted.

Thor explodes at Sif and the Warriors Three after Loki’s “death” in the first Thor film

T’Challa “sees reason” after bringing Steve and Bucky to Wakanda, realizes the Accords are actually a great thing, refuses to help him free his friends from the Raft (because in this writer’s mind they deserve it), and turns both of them in for ridiculously long prison sentences.

This author also wrote a few other ficlets in a separate story regarding what would happen if Tony died earlier:

Natasha accidentally kills Tony when she injects him with that chemical in Iron Man 2, so JARVIS goes on the warpath and burns SHIELD to the ground

Thor inadvertently snaps Tony’s neck when he lifts him up in AoU, so Bruce Hulks out and beats the shit out of him. Steve, Clint, and Natasha go to Africa and get killed by Ultron, and later JARVIS returns and takes matters into his own hands, defeating Ultron and brutally murdering the Maximoffs as well as turning Thor’s cell into a gas chamber to kill him (which is framed as a good thing without a single hint of irony).

Wanda kills Tony when she drops cars on him, so Rhodey beats the ever-loving shit out of her and makes sure she gets executed. Also, the rest of Team Cap goes to jail for life.

Steve accidentally kills Tony when they are fighting over the Cradle, so Bruce Hulks out, graphically disembowels Wanda and Pietro, and beats the shit out of Steve. Ultron is defeated, but not before killing Natasha.

This same author also wrote a full fic series in which the following happens:

- Howard and Maria come back to life and prop Tony.

- every character aside from Tony, Rhodey, Pepper, FRIDAY, Vision, Happy, Howard, and Maria are treated as monsters who deserve no sympathy.

- Team Cap (including Natasha) is arrested and put on trial. The entire world hates them, and all of them are convicted. They are all thoroughly demolished (Laura divorces Clint before he goes to prison, Sam is told that everyone hates him, Natasha is humiliated on live TV when she tries to speak in her defense, Steve is almost attacked by a furious mob, and Vision takes the time to talk down to Wanda and tell her that he hates her). All of them get insanely long prison sentences, except for Wanda, who is executed. The world is absolutely ecstatic at the downfall of them.

- Clint and Nat get no sympathy because they used to be assassins

- Wanda gets no sympathy because she is apparently a loyal Hydra agent

- Steve gets no sympathy because he killed thousands of people in the Info Dump, Bucharest, and in Uganda apparently.

- Sam and Scott get no sympathy because... they followed Steve? Yeah, I dunno.

- T’Challa is still vilified because... he betrayed Team Iron Man I guess?

Yet despite all this, Tony is treated as a paragon of virtue who has every right to get his perfect life, because apparently he has never done anything wrong in his life.

In the fic’s follow-up, Team Iron Man actually beats Thanos, because apparently Team Cap was always the problem. And (this is my absolute favorite part) Loki is allowed to be an Accords-sanctioned Avenger. Loki. Think about that; this author unironically believes that Loki is more of a hero than Steve Rogers.

If anyone REALLY wants to know more, I will post a link, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.

In the near future I will be providing some screengrabbed comments from this fic and others like it.

[rebelmeg]

are you still doing the WIP ask game? Because I want to know about King Tony and his Concubine Cuddle Puddle, because that is an awesome title and also Tony deserves all the cuddles. By way of payment, I will also post this challenge with my own WIP list. :D

OKAY BUT I'M ACTUALLY REAL EXCITED ABOUT THAT ONE! So I'm gonna spill all the deets.

It started with a tumblr post I saw about a king that hires a soldier to be his fake concubine and be his secret strategy guy. And it all just spiraled from there, especially when I saw a followup addition with Bucky being the concubine and teasing a concerned Steve about it.

Well, if Tony's the king, and Bucky's a concubine, but I don't actually ship them romantically, then CLEARLY Tony needs a whole HAREM of concubines. And since Pepperony is my flagship, all of a sudden we had a SECRET RELATIONSHIP.

So we have a wounded soldier Bucky, who joins King Tony's infamous harem that is chock-full of brilliant people, and nobody understands WHY all these amazing people left their previous lives to be the king's toy. And it's because they are his super secret council, brought on board specifically for their skill set, and with very clear instructions that their job is to help Tony rule the kingdom in the best way, with no personal gain influencing them behind the scenes.

Now that Tony has a huge harem full of beautiful people, none of which he sleeps with because he's in a secret relationship with his apparently lowly personal assistant Pepper, what DOES he do with them? Other than the business of running a kingdom, that is. Well, clearly there will have to be a lot of snuggling because Tony is very tactile, and I have always loved the idea of an Avengers cuddle pile, so here we are!

A secret and super skilled council that is disguised as a slutty harem, which nobody looks twice at, can definitely be used to get Tony out of stuff he doesn't wanna do, and with bonus cuddle puddles. And since my fics are always very thin on plot, we've just got a whole bunch of character-driven scenes about Bucky adjusting to this weirdness while his bestie Steve is worried about his life choices. There's this whole family of remarkable and scantily clad people that have King Tony's back and live their best lives doing what they love in between posing as Tony's current favorite toy.

And then I got obsessed with what they'd wear, and found all kinds of fun body jewelry, and gave everyone a color scheme, and then wings came into it. So we've got half-dressed, jewelry-wearing winged concubines hanging out in a luxurious area of the palace, secretly helping Tony run a kingdom, and everyone loves it. That's it, that's the fic.

Now enjoy a smattering of inspirational pictures!

Obviously for our one-armed Bucky! He's also gonna have a lot of leg jewelry because Thighs.

Nat likes to wear this when she needs to be a really excellent distraction, which works exactly as well as she intends.

Thor will absolutely wear a bejeweled loincloth and little else.

Bruce needs his hands and arms free for sciencey things, so he sticks with jewelry that is out of his way.

Clint's got THEM ARMS to show off.

Darcy is also there and knows EXACTLY which of her assets to show off.

I'm still assigning specific wings to specific people, but I know exactly what colors and patterns they all have! Tony is going to have HUGE red wings, something similar to a macaw, with the gold in there.

[galaxythreads]

NO NO CRINGING I LOVE THAT FIC - HOW DARE QUESTION 😠 so many scenes from stygian live in my head rent-free. goons dragging Loki away????? Nat getting Loki to eat a banana???? the ELEVATOR bit with Clint alone. cinematic masterpiece. the DRIVING???????? BUCKKY????????????????? the entire thing is iconic honestly it's like "we don't have any keys" "what? what on the nine do we need KEYS for?" "to start the car!!!" "KEYS?!" and the Avengers getting along - making a smoothie the first time sakjdjgshjfek Loki not being able to see and tehrefore not being able to eat at the start and not know where things are around him and who is there without magic ;-; Bruce talking to Loki when the adoption comes up and the entire conversation being so dkjfsgsdg like neither WANTS to be there fr like yes i'm going to figure out his medical history but oh no this conversation has devolved into a um. metabolism lesson? Thor shows up and Bruce is just guilty the entire time but curious too akjsfhv and I remember whenever there *was* any improvement with Loki's condition it felt like such a BIG thing - possibly because of the time and struggles along the way to get there? like he doesn't show to be improving with the sight till WAY into the story. and ALSO how could i forget the fic OPENS with Loki disrupting the ENTIRE RAFT like COME ON that's so cool and secxy and am not the anon from before but i'm VERY happy that fic is there even if you don't look back on it so well so thank you for it and I hope you find your more recent writings better to yourself because ALL of them are a delight

anon.

no jokes, no exaggeration, I love you with my whole soul. I will give you my firstborn.

Thank you. Thank you so so so much.

I had NO IDEA anyone felt so passionately about this fic. I know people like it, but it's so rare for anyone to tell me that now, given how old it is. It's literally so strange to me to think about anyone actually....enjoying my fics. I love the support I get on my fics, I really really do, but specifics on WHY a story is so beloved to them is so rare and so precious to me.

And like. Okay. Stygian is a mess of grammatical errors and weird inconsistencies, I know that. I want to go back and edit it up into fighting shape because I think I would do a much better job now, four years later, than I did initially, but the thing is--I don't want to remove the comfort of the fic from people. There are fics that I reread all the time despite the grammatical mess and I know the sentence structure and word placement by heart and if anything changed I would have a breakdown, and I imagine there are people that feel the same about Stygian so despite my frustrations with it, I leave it the same.

this just-- it just reminds me how much I love the story. I planned the fic out in a notebook across several long, lazy summer afternoons, completely embracing the tropes of loki and avenger fics because I wanted to and it was enjoyable. I meticulously plotted out an arc for every avenger + thor and loki and carefully detailed when and where their POVs would be the most impactful. It was my first real exploration into the characters and everything felt so raw and exciting.

I had Clint call Natasha his partner because of CBS Elementary and how Joan Watson and Sherlock Holmes call each other partner despite being completely platonic. It felt like such the perfect word and I STILL use that today.

I planned the "WE NEED THE KEYS YOU FOOL" scene after one in Sorcerer's Apprentice 2010 and how cool it was that Balthazar started the car with magic.

Loki was blind because of an image that I saw on Pinterest that looked cool and i looked for other fanart of blind Loki and it just kind of went from there. I barely knew how blunt force trauma actually worked. I didn't even know how many bullets a gun could hold on average.

Loki and Thor had their major argument based off of a fic I read for BBCs Sherlock. 

The scene where they’re in total darkness and being attacked in the tower was based on a Spider-Man/Avengers fic I read a long LONG time ago. I can’t even remember if it’s IN the fic I’m thinking of. 

Lila was obsessed with cats because my younger sister was going through a phase and her line "I want to have so many kitties I can't step on the floor" was something she said.

I had no idea how Loki, Nat and Clint were going to break into the HYDRA facility and made that up on the go. The facility being where Clint was kept at the beginning was a happy accident

I wrote some chapter beginnings in notebooks to fight my writer’s block. The original version of Steve waking up after they escape the Tower was written in a notebook with a purple pen. 

I completely planned from the start that the beginning would be the Avengers saving Loki from HYDRA and then Loki saving them to parallel it. 

The amount of people who have asked me if Loki was still blind at the end of the story is insane. TO ANSWER THIS: THE ANSWER IS NO, HE COULD SEE.

And also the sight thing--Loki being blind is a HUGE part of the story. It wasn’t supposed to be this vague thing that happened and then went away. It was intentionally kept there for the majority of the story because the story is called “Stygian” which means darkness. When Loki healed and was able TO see the story was over. That was the goal. 

I couldn’t even drive when I wrote this story. I had to look up how to drive a car, oh my gosh. And how a dishwasher works. And guns. And ventilation. And how to shoot a bow and arrow. 

There was so much love poured into this story, so much exploration. I forgot about that. Yeah, it’s cringy and kinda terrible, but I worked so hard and put so many countless hours into this fic. 

Anyway. Wow my brain went away from me there. But thank you. Here’s a garbage dump of my thoughts about it. anon, I really do love you. You’re a blessing <3

[blackypanther9]

The Spook - Loki x Reader (Marvel x Fnaf Crossover)

Part 2 - Meet Dominic

They stormed into Fury’s Office and Fury looked up from his work, staring Loki down instantly.

“Director Fury, I come with a favor.”, Destiny said professionally.

“What is it, Agent Dust ?”, he asked.

“I need to go back to the Pizzerias. All 5 or so Locations and will be gone for over a month and a few weeks. I wanted to ask, if Loki can tag along. I will need his perspective of things, his sharp eyes in case I oversee something, his mind and ideas in case something goes wrong and if my ‘Coworker’ is lying to me, Loki will know first. He would be a great help and he can have a chance to prove himself.”

Fury stared at Destiny and then at Loki.

“How can you be sure, to trust him that much ?”

“Everyone deserves a second chance. I got it, Nat, Clint, Thor, Bruce, heck even Tony got one. Why not Loki too ? It is only fair. His Title doesn’t mean that he is pure evil.”

Fury was very silent, then he sighed.

“Fine.  He is allowed to have this Mission with you. But just to be safe for both of your sakes, take Thor with yourselves.”

Destiny frowned.

“Why Thor ? I could also take Clint.”

“Because Thor has the Hammer and can knock everything and everyone down. If what you said is true, you will need his help.”

Destiny scoffed, but said nothing and nodded. Then she turned on her heel and left the office. Loki close behind her.

“Trust issued asshole….”, Destiny growled.

“No one trusts me. You should have known that.”, Loki said quietly.

“It is not really you. The rumors about these places are really bad and…disturbing.”

Loki looked at Destiny in curiosity.

“Now… Get dressed. A suit will do just fine. Trust me. Your armor would only make your life miserable in that place. Something…is not right in that place…”

Loki nodded and was off to his room. Why didn’t he use Magic ? He is not allowed to use it in the Tower for now. Destiny just did the same, she put on her SHIELD Uniform and then was off to Loki’s room.

Loki just stepped out as Destiny arrived and she led him to the Avengers Assemble room. Everyone was there and with that Destiny took a deep breath.

“Alright. You may be wondering why exactly I called you here. I take Loki and Thor on a Mission with me, for over one whole month. I go to all these different Pizzeria Locations again. I don’t like it too, but I have to, sadly and I need brains, a Lie detector, a survivor and someone who has sharp senses. Loki is perfect for that. Thor is just the third wheel, because Fury thinks we will need him.”

They all stared at Destiny with open jaws.

“Are you sure you can trust him  ?”, Tony asked.

“I am not, but I want to try.”

“You got tricked once already. And that was your best friend until he went missing.”, Nat said.

“That wasn’t him. That was something else that lived INSIDE of him. I trust Loki enough to take him on a Mission. I trust him with my life, because I don’t think that he wants to die. So just trust me on this.”

“It is too dangerous. What if they are still there ?”, Steve said.

“Then we have to deal with it. That is exactly what we want. Them to be there.”

“This is Madness. Do you wish to die ?”, Clint asked irritated.

“I have to.”

“What for ?”, Bruce asked then.

Destiny looked away.

“My friend wasn’t himself once before all of these rumors started…. He was forced to do a huge mistake and I want to clean it up for him. Even if he will never return to me.”, she said.

“To what price ?!”, Tony yelled.

“He is my friend !!! If I can’t find him, then I will at least clean his messes up !!”

“Why did he run away ?”, Bruce asked.

“I am not sure. He never believed in these rumors. But on the other side…he went through enough and maybe he left for a fresh start. I don’t blame him.”

“You never told us who he was.”, Nat deadpanned.

“I know. I still won’t tell a soul.”

Then Destiny looked at Thor.

“Get dressed. Simple clothes will do. At night…weird shit happens and your armor will just be in the way for yourself.”

Thor looked at Destiny in confusion and worry, but did as told fastly. He went to his room and redressed himself, then he returned to Destiny and Loki’s side….with his Hammer.

“I don’t think Mjolnir is a good idea, but what do I know…”, Destiny mumbled.

She turned to Loki.

“Do you have your daggers ?”

Loki nodded.

“Good.”

Destiny looked at the rest.

“We will be off now. If we don’t return after a month and 2 weeks, we either are not finished with everything, or we are dead and died as Daredevils. Try to find us, if we are dead. Please. I want a Coffin and Grave with a Gravestone.”

“We will try.”, Tony said.

“Go into every Location at day, then nothing will happen to you.”

They all nodded. With that Destiny snapped her fingers and was gone with Loki and Thor.

Loki, Thor and Destiny suddenly stood in front of a Building and it was night.

“There you are ! I was worried you wouldn’t make it.”

“Heya, Dominic. I said I would come, didn’t I ?”

“You did.”, Dominic chuckled out.

“Loki, Thor this is Dominic. Dominic, these are Loki and Thor.”, Destiny introduced them.

“Nice to meet you two !”

“Likewise.”, Loki said.

“Hello Dominic !”, Thor boomed.

“Thor inside voices, or else we will be dead because of you in 2 seconds.”, Destiny scoffed.

“Sorry…”, Thor excused himself.

“No problem. Are you ready ?”, Dominic asked Destiny.

“Ready ? You will never be ready for something like this. But I dare to do this.”, Destiny said.

“Alright. I would lie, if I would say that I am ready, because I am not.”

“Before we go, what is going on in there ?”, Loki asked.

“You will see, Loki. Patience…”, Destiny told him.

“Alright…”, Loki said carefully.

With that they stepped inside the Building.

Masterlist Here !

[whimsicalworldofme]

Saving Grace: Chapter Twenty-Three

Things go from bad to worse when Grace gets the call that Steve is in the hospital following the shooting at his apartment.

(I'm bad at summaries, what can I say. It's Winter Soldier stuff)

“What do you mean I can’t go in there?”

Nat was snarling at the poor receptionist in the emergency room when Grace finally got there. Like the rest of the country, she had watched, glued to the tv as the news showed S.H.I.E.L.D. helicarriers lift off over D.C., weapons clearly powered up and ready to launch an assault, though on whom it wasn’t clear. And then she’d watched in horror, like everyone else, as they came crashing down over the city and river. She didn’t have any clarity, any way of knowing where in all that mess Steve might be, but she knew, deep down in her gut that he was there, somewhere. He had said something was wrong at S.H.I.E.L.D., that something felt off. No one could have predicted this level of catastrophe though. Tony watched with her, at a total loss for what to do, completely stunned.

“I’m sure Capsicle wasn’t on that helicarrier,” he tried to reassure her, wrapping an arm around her as she stood in front of the tv, hand over her mouth, practically hyperventilating. “It’s going to be ok,” he insisted, though he didn’t even sound convinced. “I’m going to call Bruce and Legolas, see if they have any idea what’s going on and what we can do.” He pressed a kiss to Grace’s temple and disappeared to figure things out.

Grace had remained glued to the news for what felt like hours when a call rang through on her cell phone from a D.C. number she didn’t recognize.

“Hello?” She answered, frantically hoping it was Steve, borrowing a phone to let her know he was ok.

“Is this Grace Turner?” A woman’s voice on the other end asked.

“Yes. Who is this?” She felt like she couldn’t breathe.

“My name is April Bridges, I’m a nurse at Georgetown University Hospital,” the woman on the other line said and Grace felt like she might throw up. “We have a Steve Rogers here, unresponsive, and we have you as his emergency contact and power of attorney. Are you able to come to the hospital?”

“I can be there in an hour or two,” Grace stated, her heart thumping in her chest. “I’ll be there.” She hung up without another word, not that she would’ve heard anything else.

Her dad and Pepper let her take the private jet, something she normally refused to use for environmental concerns, but in this sort of emergency situation, she could make an exception. She made it to D.C. in record time, rented a car, and blazed a path to the hospital, speeding the whole way but being as careful as possible. Luckily no cops were nearby, too occupied with the cleanup from what had happened. Hurrying into the hospital and seeing Nat there, it sank in that Steve must really be in bad shape.

“You are not his emergency contact or his medical power of attorney, ma’am,” the nurse said again when Nat began tossing out threats. “You’ll have to wait out here.”

“Nat,” Grace made it to the desk and watched shock overtake the anger on the redhead’s face.

“Grace,” she blinked, trying to process her presence and the reason for it. “What are you doing here? Did they call you?”

“Are you Grace Turner?” The nurse at the desk asked and she nodded. “Do you have ID?”

“Yeah,” Grace reached into her purse and fished out her wallet, fumbling to get her drivers’ license out, but once she did and showed it to the nurse, recognition hit Nat.

“Are you Steve’s emergency contact?” She asked, brow furrowed, confusion still evident in her eyes. “I know you lived together, but that was two years ago.”

“I guess he never changed it,” Grace shrugged. “Can I go back and see him?” She turned her attention back to the nurse working at the desk.

“Yes,” the nurse nodded. “Sheila, can you take Dr. Turner back to Captain Rogers’ room? Three-oh-nine.”

“Of course,” another nurse in pink scrubs nodded and motioned for Grace to follow her. “Come with me, hon.”

“Grace,” Nat put a hand on her arm and Grace realized that she was terrified something was seriously wrong with her partner, her face subtly trembling as she fought back tears.

“I can only allow one person back at a time for right now,” Sheila told them and Grace watched Nat’s face fall. “I’m sorry.”

“I’ll make sure you stay updated,” Grace told her. “Promise.”

“I’m not going anywhere until I know he’s ok,” Nat nodded.

With a nod, Grace slipped out of her grasp and followed Sheila through the magnetic locked doors into the heart of the emergency room. The beeping of heart monitors carried into the hallway from every room, doctor’s shuffled around from room to room, as did nurses, checking charts, ferrying medicine and various supplies. Sheila guided her to a room where Steve was lying in a hospital bed, all hooked up to an IV, a heart monitor and blood pressure cuff. He was in a medical gown, but she noted his original Captain America suit, the one from the Smithsonian, tattered, cut up the middle, bloodied, and sopping wet in one of the chairs beside the bed. It looked like he was sleeping, but his face was swollen, cut up and bruised, his blond hair wet.

“What happened?” Grace asked, going to Steve’s side and gently brushing back a bit of hair that had fallen over his eye.

“Well in medical terms, cranial trauma, swelling on the brain, several lacerations and contusions, fractures to facial bones, broken ribs, and a punctured lung. He’s breathing fine on his own, miraculously, and the doctors expect he’ll wake up soon, we just don’t know when. We’re only keeping him because he was unresponsive.”

“Ok,” Grace nodded. “That’s good. Breathing on his own is good. Once the swelling goes down in his brain, he should wake up.” They had been there before, with him getting beat up beyond belief. He typically healed far more rapidly than the average man. “Thank you,” she flashed a weak smile at the nurse who nodded and left the room, shutting the door behind her.

Pulling in a deep breath, Grace sat down on the edge of the bed, adjusting the scratchy hospital blankets to cover him better. The hospital was frigid and he had a thing about being cold since coming out of the ice. She wanted to make sure he was comfortable when he came to.

“Hey Steve,” she said quietly, brushing his hair back again with one hand, the other holding his. “I’m here, so you have to wake up soon, ok? It’s freaking me out that you’re even in the hospital because you’ve been through injuries just like this without going unconscious and you recovered at home. Even Nat’s freaking out. She’s out in the waiting room, furious that she can’t be back here.” She gave his hand a squeeze. “She’ll probably tell you that you look like hell when she sees your face all swollen.” She chuckled slightly.

“Feel like hell,” he mumbled, not opening his eyes. Everything was so swollen she didn’t know if he could.

“Hey,” Grace felt her heart leap and she leaned forward, wishing she could hold him without inflicting pain. “You’re awake.”

“Been awake,” he said weakly. “Too tired and hurt to talk. Meds aren’t doing anything.”

“Ok,” she nodded, though she knew he couldn’t see. “Do you want me to get you out of here? Get you home? Is it even safe?”

“Should be,” he said. “Someone else should have this room.”

She understood what he meant. Unless he needed emergency surgery, a blood transfusion, or was actively and immediately dying, there wasn’t anything the hospital could do for him other than set bones and stitch wounds. There were plenty of other people there in the waiting room who could benefit from being able to get back there, to be seen by the doctors.

“I’ll see if we can get you discharged.”

She leaned forward and gently pressed a kiss to his forehead, the one part of his face that wasn’t all puffed up, cut, or bruised. Poking her head into the hallway, she asked a nurse to grab the doctor, who ran through all the same things the nurse had, refusing to let Grace get a word in edgewise to tell him that she already knew all that. When Steve spoke up to say that he was awake, the doctor signed the release paperwork, Grace gathered up the ruined Captain America suit and a nurse helped to push Steve in a wheelchair out to the waiting room. They let him keep the medical gown, since they’d had to cut him out of his suit when he came in and it wasn’t wearable anymore.

“You look like shit, Rogers,” Nat quipped with a fond smile, popping to her feet when they got out to her. Steve tipped his head back slightly and attempted to laugh but it sounded more like a sputter. “Is he going to be ok?” She asked, looking to Grace. “I’ve never seen him get that beat up before.”

“Thanks,” Steve grunted.

“Yeah, he’ll be all right,” Grace nodded. “Nat, why don’t you stay here and I’ll bring the car around.”

“I can walk,” Steve said and tried to get up but both women each put a hand on one of his shoulders and pushed him back down. “Or not.”

It didn’t take long to get back to the apartment and because Grace didn’t drive whenever she visited D.C., she had to rely heavily on the GPS. Nat had given her the apartment address, not realizing just how well she knew it and Grace didn’t bother letting her know the truth.

“Do you have your key?” Nat asked Steve as he leaned against her, arm slung over her shoulders. He shook his head. “Ok, I can get us in, but it might take me a minute to pick the lock. Or I can break it down, though your landlord probably won’t like that option.”

Steve cast a sidelong glance at Grace, and even in his battered state the meaning was clear. Better to just come clean, even though she had really wanted to tell her dad first.

“I have mine,” she sighed and pulled it out of her purse, unlocking the door and opening it to let Nat in first.

The look on Nat’s face made Grace want to crawl into a hole. The judgement, the confusion, and the disappointment, it was a lot to handle, but she didn’t have time to think about it. She shut the door and locked the deadbolt hanging her purse on the rack by the door before trailing after them.

“You want me to drop you in your room or on the couch?” Nat asked.

“Room,” Steve said.

He shuffled through the house with his partner’s help and Grace followed slowly behind. She flipped the light switch and as Nat helped ease Steve to a seat on the bed, Grace went to the dresser and pulled out some clean pajamas for him, which earned her another look from the redhead.

“You want something to ice your face?” Grace asked, handing him the clothes and he nodded. “We’ll let you put these on then come back,” she said, nodding for Nat to follow her out of the room.

She shut the door behind them so Steve could change out of the hospital gown and made her way to the kitchen, feeling Nat’s eyes on her with every step she took.

“So, you being Rogers’ emergency contact wasn’t an oversight after all, was it?” Nat asked as Grace fished a clean dish towel out of the drawer then went to the freezer and pulled out a bag of frozen peas, wrapping the towel around it. “You have a key, you know where everything is, if I looked in his dresser, I bet I’d probably find a drawer of your stuff. And a toothbrush for you somewhere in his bathroom. In a drawer so no one asks questions if they come over and see it.”

“Right hand drawer under the sink,” Grace shrugged.

“How long?” Nat asked, leaning against the counter, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Almost two years now,” she sighed. “I don’t really want to get into it right now.” She pulled in a deep breath. “It’s been a very long and horrible couple of days. I’m sorry we kept you in the dark, but we can discuss it later.”

“I’m more surprised than mad,” Nat softened, her eyes falling to the ground and she shrugged, letting out a little laugh even. “It makes sense though, you’re good together. Always have been. I’m mostly just impressed the two of you managed to keep it secret from me for so long.”

Grace couldn’t help but chuckle.

“I won’t tell anyone,” Nat continued, laying a hand on Grace’s arm. “I’m going to head out. There’s a lot to sort through after today. Just make sure you or Rogers text me if you need anything.”

“Thanks, Nat,” Grace felt awkward about the whole situation but let her go.

Heading back to the bedroom, she knocked on the door, bag of peas in her free hand.

“Just me,” she said as she stepped inside, shutting the door behind her.

Steve was lying on his side of the bed, propped up by pillows against the headboard. He’d managed to pull off the hospital gown but hadn’t put on his pajamas, lying there in nothing but his boxer briefs. Terrible green, blue and purple bruises covered huge swathes of chest, abdomen, and sides and Grace felt the wind get knocked out of her at the sight of them.

“It’s not as bad as it looks,” he mumbled, despite the fact that he had his eyes shut and couldn’t see her staring in horror.

“You lie with a lot of confidence,” Grace stated, shaking out of her stupor. She headed over to the bed and sat down beside him, gently pressing the bag of peas to the more swollen side of his face. “I want you to tell me the truth though,” she watched him open the one eye not covered with peas and look at her. “Normal men can’t do this to you, so what were you up against? And is it still a threat?”

He shut his eye, his face falling as tears slipped down his cheeks.

“Steve,” Grace gently brushed her fingers through his hair, trying to comfort him. “Please tell me what’s going on?”

“It was Bucky,” he said in a hoarse whisper.

A chill ran down her spine. “Bucky?”

“He’s been alive this whole time, Grace,” his chest heaved with heavy ragged breaths as he fought not to outright bawl. “Hydra must have found him when he….when he fell,” he shook his head. “Gave him their own super soldier serum and brainwashed him. He didn’t even recognize me, didn’t recognize his own name. I kept trying to break through, told him who he was. He nearly killed me, said it was his mission. He would’ve done it too,” he scrunched his eyes tighter shut. “We were in the helicarrier that went into the river. I guess something must have gotten through to him because he fished me out of the water, dragged me to shore, and left me there.”

Grace took his hand in both of hers, wishing she could hold him, wrap her arms around him and hold him close, but with all the bruises, she had a feeling that would bring him worse physical pain and she didn’t want to add to the emotional torment. He pulled the bag of peas off his face and tossed it aside. His serum-enhanced body worked it’s science-y magic and his face had gone entirely back to normal in just the few minutes of icing, not a hint of swelling though there were still some cuts.

“I don’t think he’s going to try to kill me anymore. Hydra’s on the run and at least part of the programming in his brain broke. I don’t think they’ll get their hands on him again, but I don’t know.” He paused. “I don’t even know where he went,” he said, his voice cracking.

Steve sounded so utterly heartbroken, Grace couldn’t stand to simply hold his hand while he suffered. Carefully, she laid down beside him.

“Come here,” she instructed, pulling him to her. He rolled over gingerly and wrapped his arms around her, resting his head on her chest. She combed her fingers through his hair and massaged his scalp as he cried. She could only imagine the agony he must be feeling, how gutting it must have been to see the childhood friend he thought he’d seen die, have to fight him to defend his own life, to be hit with the fact that Bucky had likely been experimented on, tortured, brainwashed, and forced to do who knew what else. Nothing in her training or experience as a psychologist could have prepared her for a situation like that and words seemed pointless, so she simply held him, letting him cry until he fell asleep.

Chapter Twenty-Two

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