#I was listening to Venus from The Planets suite and it made me think of this

[dragons-in-spaceee]

Every time I think of this scene I want to start sobbing I truly believe it is one of the most beautiful things ever written.

[influenzalake]

Batfam and Superfam as Marina songs part 1

Bruce: Happy Loner

"When I'm alone, things are under control When I'm alone I can turn off the world...

I'm happy being a loner, happy being a loner, I'm sick of it all, I want to give it up, but I'm on the edge and I feel like everything's too much..."

Selina: E.V.O.L

"It only takes two lonely people to fuck love up and make it EVOL,  it only takes a drop of evil to fuck up two beautiful people..."

Dick: Forget

"Sometimes I think I'm not as strong, but there's a force that carries me on, sick of my small heart made of steel, sick are the wounds that never heal...

Cuz in the end the road is long, but only cuz it makes you strong, it's filled with peaks and twists and turns, sometimes you have to learn to forget about it..."

Jason: I Love You But I Love Me More

"Do you expect me to believe that you've changed? When I can tell you're exactly the same? You'd rather shut your eyes than feel any pain, told myself I can't go back ever again...

You had your chance and now you want more, you say you'll ch-change you say you'll transform

How can I trust you after what I've been through? You only care about me when it suits you..."

Tim: Are You Satisfied?

"I was pulling out my hair, the day I got the deal, chemically calm, was I meant to be happy that my life was just about to change? 

Are you satisfied? With an easy ride? Once you've crossed that line, then you'll be satisfied!"

Damian: Power & Control

"Power and control, I'm gonna make you fall, Power and control, I'm gonna make you fall...

A human vulnerability, doesn't mean that I am weak..."

Clark: Purge The Poison

"While society is falling we are quietly reforming, protecting the planet healing our own damage... 

Need to purge the poison, show us our humanity, all the bad and good racism and misogyny...

Need to purge the poison from our system until human beings listen, tell me who'd you think you are?"

Lois: Venus Fly Trap

"Whatever you give life you will get back... 

I did it my way baby, nothing in this world could change me...

Don't underestimate me cuz one day you're gonna see you're in a losing battle babe you'll never stop me being me!

I got the beauty, got the brains, got the power, hold the reins

I should be mothafuckin crazy..." 

Jon: Orange Trees

"I can see the flowers and the greenery, I take a breath of air, I feel free...

Summer in the air, bodies in the heat, just you and me, sitting by the orange trees...

Life is beautiful and now you see, this is how it feels to be free..."

Conner: Oh No!

"I know exactly what I want and who I want to be...

I'm now becoming my own self-fulfilled prophecy!

One track mind, one track heart, if I fail, I'll fall apart!"

[missingartist]

May I put in a request for a moon knight where the reader is a rival moon/night/something like that, from idk what pantheon, that is rencarnated and finds out that Marc and Steven are the avatar of Khonshu (enemy to lovers/friends idk)?

I researched into this the Goddess recently and fell in love- hope its okay, just a silly little idea I have had in my head lately.

Inanna[a] is an ancient Mesopotamian goddess associated with love, beauty, sex, war, justice, and political power. She was originally worshiped in Sumer under the name "Inanna", and later by the Akkadians, Babylonians, and Assyrians under the name "Ishtar".[b] She was known as the "Queen of Heaven" and was the patron goddess of the Eanna temple at the city of Uruk, which was her main cult center. She was associated with the planet Venus and her most prominent symbols included the lion and the eight-pointed star.

Ishtar and the Moon Knight Part One

Possible to a part two if people are interested ❤️

Blood poured from the wound on Marc's side, his almost neon white ceremonial suit now stained a pink from the gash across his side. The last lance through him had proven more damaging than he anticipated, ripping his suit almost in half, which meant that healing was somewhat problematic. He had no idea how the sceptre of Ra had been allowed to be stolen, and why it was up to him to retrieve it was anyone's guess.

‘Fuck, we are gonna die wearing a Halloween costume.’ Panic rattled through Steven’s voice as  Marc slid down the wall while trying to apply pressure to the gaping wound.

‘We are not going to die, Steven. Just let me think….’ Marc winched as he poured through the first aid box, straining to stand upright. ‘Khonsu…a little help.’

‘The suit is so badly damaged it cannot heal you.’ The stoic voice called out from the corner of the room, hunched over to fit under the low ceiling.

‘Oh bloody hell…we need to call an ambulance.’ Steve stuttered, pacing in the reflection of the tv, glancing as his body drained of colour.

‘No ambulance, the gang…will be…’ sagged against the table, slumped in a semi-conscious puddle on the floor. ‘Khonsu…’

‘There maybe someone who can help….if they listen.’ And with that, the god disappeared in a swirl o dust and sand.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

You peered down at the crumpled body as the skin slowly knitted together with only a passing grunt of pain.

‘I thank you, Ishtar; Ra will be pleased to recover his property.’ Khonsu's loud booming voice carried over the large room.

‘Theirs the same Khonsu, I remembered. Uncaring and unfeeling, I’m surprised you cared enough to repair this one, not just move on to the next.’ You spat, pulling the covers over the man.

‘I am surprised that you even remember my dear little Ishtar; it was so many reincarnations ago.’ Khonsu mocked.

‘I haven’t been your dear little Ishtar in almost 2000 years; there is nothing but me here’, You spat towards the grim-looking beast in front of you.

‘You’re rather a pale imitation.’ Khonsu snapped, disappearing before her eyes.

‘Oh, no wonder she hated you, you big beaked creep. Disappearing and leaving me with a broken avatar.’

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

It took three days for Steven/Marc to wake up, three days of Khonsu haunting you like some evil Casper. Which at least meant you had a chance to do a little research. Hathor’s avatar was particularly helpful. Your contact with the American government meant that you had a very unflattering picture of Ishtar’s former lover interested; it made you more thankful you could remember some grizzly details.

Steven found himself in the battered body on a soft, crisp bed when they woke again. Instead of the fermented white paint and mouldy curtains of his dirty motel room, he was greeted by a rather opulent bedroom of soft pastels and billowing material that danced in the pleasant breeze.

‘Careful worm, you are among friends, for now…. Mind your tongue with Ishtar.’ Khonsu appeared crouching at the foot of the bed, settling himself up comfortable against the cushions. ‘Ra is waiting for his sceptre; we must meet him at the pyramid…give Marc back the body. We have no time to….’

You rolled your eyes as you slid into the room, perching yourself on the slide of his bed. He looked better; the colour had returned to his bronzed skin, and the skin had neatly forged back together, leaving only a soft silver scar. Some of your best work, not bad for a former goddess of war.

‘Oh, you’re awake, and you’re here. Hello Marc, or is it Steven?’ you smiled, brushing his curls from his eyes.

‘Wait, you can see him?’ Steven grunted as he sat up too quickly.

‘Of course, I can, and your little alter too, hello sexy.’ You grinned, waving into the reflection in the mirror. You didn’t know who was more handsome, the puppy dog eyes of Steve or the smouldering eyes of Marc.

‘Careful of this one…she is dangerous. Not to be trusted.’ The god hissed.

‘But when you and your avatar are in trouble, I am a trusted ally. Oh, shut up; I allow you to come into this temple as a sanctuary.’ You snapped as, almost on cue, a scanty clade woman dragged another two men along the corridor as the sounds of ecstasy vibrated through the walls.

‘You call this flesh pot a temple. This is a den of sin.’ The prime crisp words cut through the air.

‘Am I in a brothel.? Oh, my days, I’m in a brothel. Marc, I am in a brothel; get me out of here.’ The shrill British accent cried across the air as you glared at the creature looming over you.

‘Calm down. Just like my Greek counterpart, Ishtar was the patron goddess of prostitutes. It’s a perfect place to hide. Plus, it’s not a brothel. It's more of a …. Have you seen Love Island? It is more of a free for all.’ You glared across at the god, soothing your hands over the mans twitching shoulders.

‘Marc controls the worm.’ The spirit roared, slamming his rod on the floor.

‘That’s it; you need to go.’ You snapped with a wave of your hand; the figure departed with an angst scream.

‘That is so much better. No wonder Ishtar hated him, such an arrogant arse.’ You growled.

‘Is he like dead?’Steve Panicked voice caught your attention; he looked so adorable in his frantic state, a wild mass of curls and shape cheekbones  

‘No, I don’t have that power anymore. I am more of an echo. But that doesn’t matter really, not right now. I have a proposition. How would you like to get one over on Big Bird?’ You purred with a devilish smirk

[kimageddon]

Star Wars Fics

I was challenged by @ashotofspotchka . So I did it.

The Prompt

Made this a Tech x Reader fic. I got inspired. And became a bit longer that intended.

I heard y'like Tech?? @eyecandyeoz @fallenrepublick (tag a fan!)

The Wedding

Well this was a right mess to be in. How had you even gotten into this situation? Oh of course… Cid. As much as you admired her, she was a tricky one. If not for her you would have never been invited to her salon, nor would you have met the most frustrating band of men you’d encountered. And their adorable little sister of course.

Had you not taken that job with them a few months ago, you would not have gotten to know them so well. Not been put in so many ridiculous situations and nearly losing your head. You wouldn’t have that new scar across your thigh… and you wouldn’t have grown to like them so much.

Damn it. Your mentor always told you not to get too attached to people, one never knew when they would find each other on opposite sides of the field so to speak. Casual acquaintances were one thing. Friendship was not a good idea. Anything more was downright dangerous. You told yourself it was alright to have a little affection for them. That it was alright to laugh and make jokes, to share a meal with them, to make them smile. That was alright… wasn’t it?

You let out a sigh wishing the ceremony would soon be over. Not that it wasn’t lovely. Of course it was. The venue was beautifully decorated, from the flowers to the guests, everything was stunning. A perfect picture of romance and love and devotion.

You usually detested weddings. There was one incident when you were young and… well it spoiled the idea of them to you. Though this was… actually rather nice. The group, you included, were tasked with providing security for the wedding as a favour to one of Cid’s associates. It was one of the more ridiculous missions… though even you had to admit, you cleaned up alright in a silken dress and heels. It had been a while since you’d had to go undercover and this was… well it was rather fun.

The downside of course had been seeing the boys in their suits. It wasn’t good for your heart. If they looked a picture of badass intimidation in full armour, then the five of them in suits were just perfect.

Hunter even had his hair swept back, though it took you a second to recognise him without the bandana. Wrecker had been a little grumbly about feeling unprotected but was very pleased when you told him he was very handsome. Crosshair had rolled his eyes at first, but gotten very offended when you snatched his toothpick from his lips. Echo had a moment when he was finally dressed. You’d been tying his bowtie when he’d let out a little huff and gave a small smile, saying he “felt human again.” Your heart broke at these words because even with his brothers he still felt… lesser. You had been quick to assure him that he was more human than anyone you knew and that the prosthetics meant nothing on that. Seeing him puff up with pride again was worth nearly getting shot last week.

Even Omega had a pretty dress on and flats tied to her ankles with ribbons. You and she had picked a dress to match Hunter’s suit specifically, she looked up to her big brother so very much, you often thought he was more like a father really, but kept these thoughts to yourself for now.

The last one to join you was the one that affected you the most of course. Tech stepped out onto the landing platform looking like a million credits and like he should have a hot woman on each arm. Like he could make any woman swoon with just a wink.

Hot damn.

Of course he would not do such a thing, and was just looking around, observing the surroundings for possible points of attack, vulnerability and in general taking in the surroundings. As you were also meant be doing. Internally you swore and after drinking in his obliviously gorgeous self, you’d returned to praising the way Omega had pinned her hair without needing your help.

Tech had of course been one of the members of the self-proclaimed ‘Bad Batch’ that you had found the most interesting. He always knew at least five facts about the planet or target or mission that the others didn’t. Always reading, always observing. His eyes behind his goggles were never still. One could think him cold if they didn’t look close enough. But he had a deep passion for knowledge, for technology… its no wonder he had chosen such a name. Practical. To the point. You liked that about him. You like quite a bit about him as you recently discovered. The way he could fix anything. The way his eyes lit up when he talked about learning new things. The way he was so damn efficient at his job, he knew the Havoc Marauder inside and out. The little smile when the two of you shared an inside joke. Or the way he rolled his eyes whenever one of his brothers exasperated him. The way he was always right there to help Omega over large stones or down the stairs of the ship. He was so thoughtful like that, despite not really talking about it.

Actually no. No, you didn't like that. It was just positive observations. That’s all. He was a colleague… maybe a friend. Maybe. There was nothing more to it, you told yourself. There wasn’t anything meant in the little brushes of your fingers when you two passed items between each other. Or passed in the hold of the ship. Or when you were squashed together when hiding from Imps. He didn’t think like that. Right?

Currently, you were standing on one side of the large room, waiting for the bride to arrive. On one side were you, Hunter and Crosshair, standing alongside the pews. On the other, was Omega, Echo, Wrecker and Tech. You wished Tech was on your side of the room, then he wouldn’t be in your vision at least. Not that it meant anything! You were allowed to admire the handsome technician of course, but that's all it was. He certainly wasn’t looking back at you every minute or so either. You were probably imagining it. You had to keep your eyes out for any breaches in security. Any guests acting strange. Certainly not staring at the drop-dead gorgeous clone in glasses across from you.

“Feeling alright, Feisty?” Hunter asked in a low whisper. You smirked at the nickname, apparently you had made an impression on them in the first mission when the client had gotten too mouthy. “Your heart rate is higher than usual.” He added, and you could hear definite amusement in his tone.

You pursed your lips together, trying not to smile from embarrassment. “I’m fine Hunter.” You replied out of the corner of your mouth. Another sweep of the venue with your eyes-- oh kriff Tech was looking your way. Your eyes met for just a second before you tore them away. You heard Hunter chuckle.

“You sure?” He muttered, folding his arms,

“Shut up, Hunter.” You retorted with a soft huff. He chuckled again and you felt your face grow hot. By the nine moons of Endor you wanted to run. It was then the music began and you steeled yourself. The ceremony was beginning.

It was lovely, really. Very sweet, lovely and romantic. The Togruta and his Twi’lek bride seemed very in love if the look on the groom's face was to be believed. He practically lit up like a beacon on seeing her. You had the brief thought... would anyone do that for you? Before immediately pushing it away. Those sorts of thoughts were dangerous. You were sure that it was going to be boring… but you couldn’t help but get a little distracted when they began to say their vows.

“...my darling. There is so much I want to say to you. So much I have felt and left unsaid, I am sure you know just how I feel just by the way I look at you.”

Your eyes instinctively flicked to the otherside of the room. You glimpsed his eyes on you and was immediately caught in the depths of his soft brown eyes. The gentle and kind look you had seen many times, but thought nothing of. He was just kind, that’s who he was. In this moment though-- you were sure there was… a little more to it.

“...It was not easy to let myself open up… to bring myself to acknowledge my feelings but in one moment I knew they were endless and unrelenting. I love you from the depth of my soul and I never want to be apart from you…”

Oh hells… these vows were so saccharine sweet that normally you would be gagging… but these ones hit a little too close to home. You couldn’t stop your eyes from being tugged toward the suited clone trooper opposite you, no matter how you forced them away, to scan the room for danger, they were always drawn back to him. Always him.

“...When I met you you were just so wild. Such a firecracker…!”

There was a laugh across the room and you almost jumped, reminding yourself you were in a crowd. Though none of them paid attention to you. Only one.

“...It was like seeing the sun for the first time, with you in my world colours were brighter, food was sweeter, I found myself longing for times when we could be together, even in the small moments…”

You recalled the times Tech and yourself had been together, doing maintenance, repairs, listening to the music through the entertainment channels. The little laughs, the simple things.

“...not everything was easy, and there has been so much danger…”

You remembered your last serious injury, the piece of twisted metal sticking out of your leg while you hauled ass back to the ship, firing behind you to cover the boys. The way Tech’s eyes had become as big as moons when you finally collapsed, and they saw how bad the injury was.

“... but I always trusted you to get me through anything. I love you, my darling. With all my heart, and soul and with every beat of my heart and breath in my body. I will be yours even after all the stars in the galaxy burn out.”

You had been unable to tear your gaze from Tech’s for the last minute or so and you could feel your face burn. It was only when the vows were done and the bride and groom kissed, their hands wrapped together in a red ribbon and the other guests clapped in support that you snapped out of your little reverie. You joined, half-heartedly in the applause but you felt… strange. You really wanted this mission to be over. Or a drink. Yeah, a drink would be good.

[dangerouslyallaboutdraco]

Late night talks

A/n: Post battle of Hogwarts but still 7th year Draco. Mainly fluff with implied sex

"I want to go outside." Draco sighed as he rolled over for the 9th time that night. It had been a few weeks since the couple stopped having the nightmares the war left them with, but now Draco was falling into a pattern of insomnia. He was very resistant to the idea of falling asleep and kept his loving girlfriend up for hours at night.

Not that she minded in the slightest. Seeing him all cozy and relaxed in his pyjamas was all she could think about during the battle, it was the only thing that kept her going.

"Please, Y/n." He begged once more. While she couldn't see his face in the dark bedroom, she could easily imagine his pouting.

"Why not?" The girl in bed next to him agreed as she slipped the covers off her body. Draco pulled the covers off his half of the bed and jumped out. "Can you grab me a sweatshirt?" She asked as she put on some shoes.

The overnight temperature wasn't low in summer, but she wanted to make sure she didn't catch a cold. Y/n had been staying with the Malfoy's since the battle, although Narcissa and Lucius spent a lot of time away doing volunteer work. They were still riddled with guilt which left the younger couple alone most of the summer.

Draco threw her a 'Slytherin Quidditch team' crewneck sweater from his closet. She slipped it on over her pyjama top. Draco was so much bigger than her that it hung until her mid-thigh. He admired how much the green knit suited her, even more than him.

"Let's go then, Dray." She told him, holding out her hand for him to take. He laced his fingers around hers and squeezed. It was something he had been doing since they started dating in 5th year.

They walked to the patio door and finally outside. The full moon made the garden brighter than normal and their shadows danced on the grass. Once they'd walked around for a few minutes, Draco took a seat on the grass. Thankfully it wasn't wet so Y/n sat next to him.

"Do you see that one?" Draco asked as he tried to draw a constellation. He continued when she nodded. "That's Draco." He was beaming with pride for his namesake.

Y/n rested her head on her boyfriend's shoulder. Draco wrapped his arm around her waist, drawing her into his warm body. "It's almost as pretty as you." She told him. It was no secret that he was very good-looking.

He grinned as she ran her hand through his blonde locks. They sat together in silence as they watched the sky.

"Do you ever think you want kids?" Draco finally spoke. Her attention flicked back to his strong jawline and warm eyes. She recognised the blush on his cheeks she hadn't seen in a while.

When she finally spoke it was soft. "Yeah, with you." It was something she was sure of. Something she had been sure of since the first time he told her he loved her.

His face instantly lit up. "There's nothing I want more than a family with you." He agreed.

"Would you want to carry on the family tradition?" She asked him. He thought about it for a moment before nodding. "Got any ideas?"

He thought about that question for a moment as well. "Eltanin is the brightest star in the Draco constellation, I like that."

"It's pretty," Y/n commented.

"I do have more," Draco said. She nuzzled further into his arm, encouraging him to continue. "Scorpius has been my favourite for a long time. It's the name of the Scorpio constellation. Or Leo for a boy." Y/n nodded and urged him to continue. Listening to him talk about their future made her ecstatic. "Estella isn't a constellation but it means 'star.' Phoenix is another constellation that sounds pretty." He listed off a few more before stopping. "I don't want it to all be about my family though, do you have any thoughts?" He asked her.

Y/n smiled at the caring boy before answering. "Ophelia. It's not a star but it's a moon of Uranus." She replied.

"Have you done some research, sweet girl?" He asked, making her blush bright red.

"Yes." She sheepishly admitted. "I've known I've wanted this for a while."

Draco beamed at her confession. "You're so perfect." He told her before leaning down to touch their lips together.

She pulled away before continuing to talk. "Venus is nice, again it's a planet but it's also a God. I like Ascella, it's the brightest star in Saggitarius." Draco started giggling causing Y/n to frown. "What?" She insisted.

"With all these ideas we're going to have to have, like, 7 kids." He explained.

"8." Y/n corrected him.

Draco playfully scoffed at her. "I'm not the one who has to actually have them." He reminded her.

"True, but you are the one who's going to have to be up with them at night." Y/n reminded him, causing both of them to burst into a fit of giggles. "And get me whatever I'm craving, muggle or not." She added.

Draco pretended to think about it before nodding. "Deal." He held out his hand for her to shake.

She shook it before putting her lips back on his. Draco deepened the kiss quickly.

"Wanna get some practice in now?" Y/n asked as she swung her leg over his waist.

Instead of his usual eagerness, Draco shook his head. When she frowned he explained. "I've got to at least ask you to marry me first."

Y/n grinned, widely, only inches from his lips. How someone could be so kind and handsome was beyond her. "I'd say yes if you asked right now." She told him.

"Not going to do it out here when you're trying to seduce me." He teased lovingly.

She scoffed and hopped off his lap, standing up. "Fine, I'm going back to your bedroom, alone." She grinned at him, knowing it would quickly get him excited up.

Y/n was right, Draco got up off the grass and pulled her into him. She wiggled out of his grip and started running back to the manor. Draco let her get a few seconds headstart before running after her.

"I'm going to get you!" He yelled as he reached the patio door, now only a few steps behind her. She just laughed back at him as she ran upstairs while he locked the door.

Once he reached her room she was nowhere to be found. "Y/n, I know you're in here." He sang as he walked around the room.

The bulge in the curtains went unnoticed until she jumped out at him, wrapping her legs around his waist. Effortlessly he spun around the room with her latched onto him.

"Hi." She murmured, only a few centimetres away from his lips.

"Hey, pretty girl," Draco replied. "Ready for that practice now?" He asked her.

As soon as she nodded he let her fall onto the bed before resuming his position on top of her. As he ran a finger through her hair he couldn't help but smile. "You're so beautiful."

[libra-kirishima]

Hii ! May i ask for hdcs where Yaoyorozu invites the class to an event organized by her family, a kind of gala or ball, so she won't be alone, and she sees her crush (Femreader) coming in a suit. Her reaction (reader doesn't realize she's a flirt). Thank you !

I misread this to think that you're the flirt, but that's okay because I don't think flirtatiousness makes sense for Yaoyorozu's character.

(She's a virgo...)

Please ma'am take these two pining nerd lesbians in this trying time.

"Was this a mistake?" You whispered to Mina.

"Why would this be a mistake?"

"I feel so weird being here." You answered, fiddling with your cuff links to avoid making eye contact with any number of the wealthy strangers that surrounded you.

"It's a birthday party." She rolled her eyes.

"I've never been to a birthday party like this before, have you-"

"Look, there's Sero!

Your friend grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you to a small table where Sero and Kaminari were talking with Jirou. (Or rather where Kaminari was hitting on her while Sero laughed at how he had no game.) When you locked eyes with him, he pointed to Kaminari and made a gagging gesture.

"Let her breathe, Denki." You joked, grabbing him by his shirt collar and pulling him back. Your friends laughed as you pulled up a chair between the two of them.

"Where's Yaomomo?" Your best friend asked, fiddling with the tufts of pink hair around her horns while staring at herself in the reflection of a spoon.

"Her mom called her away for something a while ago. Said she'd be back soon." Jirou answered, shrugging her shoulders. "You can go look for her if you want. Mrs. Yaoyorozu said the house was ours to explore."

You only half paid attention to the conversation between the two of them as you idly chatted with Sero.

"What's with your face?" He asks in between bites of the snack food on the table.

"You know just what to say to make a woman swoon." You answered. Kaminari laughed, jabbing him in the ribs playfully.

"No, I mean why do you look like you just walked in on your parents having sex or something?"

"Well that's an image I won't be able to get out of my head, thanks." You retorted, but Sero still waited for your answer with raised eyebrows. You sighed before continuing. "I hate that I know what you mean by that, by the way- No, it's Yaoyorozu."

"She said she'd be back in a little bit."

"No not where is she. More like-" You trailed off, waiting for her to finish.

"Is this about the sexual tension between the two of you?"

"What sexual tension?"

"The sexual tension in how you're fighting each other to be top of the class." Kaminari interjected. "You think that smug grin she gave you when she got a higher grade than you on that last test was friendly?"

"I thought it was intended to be malicious." You admitted.

"No, no-" Sero adds, pausing to steal a bite of Kaminari's food while his attention was focused on you. "-I totally think she wants to top you." Your eyes widened at his admittance. "But that's just a hunch."

"Really?"

"After all this time that you've been flirting with her? What did you think that she hated you?" At your lack of response, both boys started laughing. "Are you fucking serious?" You leaned over to jab your elbow into Kaminari's ribs.

"What did I miss?"

All three of you bolted up at the question. Your eyes scanned how gorgeous she looked in her dress with her hair down before locking with Yaoyorozu, and it appeared she did the same because you both blushed instantaneously. After witnessing the brief interaction, Kaminari begins to laugh again but is silenced by Jirou pinching his arm under the table.

"Nothing important." He answered through grit teeth. Satisfied with the answer, Jirou let go of his skin. "Ow."

Sero stands to offer Yaoyorozu his seat, shooting you the widest shit-eating grin he could manage as she sat next to you.

"Happy birthday, Yaoyorozu." You spoke to her as she made herself comfortable beside you.

"Thank you, (Y/N)." After a moment of silence between the two of you she speaks again. "I'm glad you came." She added earnestly.

"Thank you for inviting me." After another pause, you added "You look absolutely gorgeous, by the way." For the first time since your eyes first met, you allowed yourself to properly look at her. Her eyes averted yours as she worked to conceal the rose in her cheeks. You placed your chin in your palm with a small smirk.

"As do you." She added meekly. "You seemed a bit unsure of yourself when you walked in, but I hope you know that I'm very glad to have you here." Her words were soft spoken but reassuring, managing to look at you for just long enough to offer you a kind smile.

"So you were watching me?" You chuckled. Her face flushes even deeper. You watched as she struggled to keep it from you, seemingly interested in everything surrounding her except for you. "Can't get enough of me? I don't blame you. I am top of my class you know." You joked. She playfully swatted your shoulder, then lingered her touch there a moment longer. Across the table, Sero laughed silently and shot you a thumbs up.

"Um-" She starts, before being taken by the swelling of music. "Actually would you care to dance with me?"

"I'd love to."

She took your hand and laced her fingers in yours, allowing you to lead the way. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Jirou slap Kaminari on the shoulder and point to the two of you leaving the table. Before he had a chance to think, she grabbed him by the wrist and followed you.

"Apologies for them," Yaoyorozu spoke shamefully as you placed her hands on your shoulders. "She's my best friend, but she she has an awful habit of eavesdropping on my conversations with you."

You wrapped your hands around your waist, leading her around the room in relative silence. As the song comes to a close, she leans closer and whispers "Do you want to make a break for it?"

"Hm?" You ask. She subtly points her head to a hallway at the other end of the room with a smile. You'd never seen this side of her before, but you'd be lying if you said you weren't loving it. You smile back at her, and that's all the answer Momo needs.

"Ready?" She asked softly. You watched her take one last glance at Kaminari and Jirou, still trying subtly to watch the two of you. "Go!"

She grabbed you by the hand with one hand, lifting up the material of her skirt with the other. You drifted around various partygoers, hoping to slip out of sight of your friends. She pulled you into the massive corridor at the other end of the hall, and up the first set of stairs. It was only then that she stopped running. She spends a few moments to catch her breath. "Come with me." Her hand was still firmly grasping yours, leading you through the long and winding corridors of her home.

You're taken to a window at the end of a corridor, where Momo pushes aside the lavish set of drapes, revealing it to be a set of glass doors. Never once releasing your hand from her grasp, she opens the doors and pulls you on to the balcony with her, drawing the drapes and closing the door behind her. It was almost impressive watching her do this all with one hand. It was only then that she let go of yours. "Thank you. I needed to get away for a while." You said nothing, but smiled at her. She leans against the railing, looking up at the night sky like she's looking for something. You join her, resting yourself against the railing with your shoulder touching hers. "Are you familiar with astronomy."

"A bit." You answered. You point to a chain of stars, and Momo's eyes follow your hand with interest. "The constellation Cygnus is right there. That star at the tail of the swan is called Deneb. I think it's the 19th or 20th brightest star in the night sky." She lets out an interested hum. Your point moves to another part of the night sky. "Delphinus." Momo looks at you, eager to hear more. "It's a dolphin." You state awkwardly after a while.

You both laugh naturally. Her hand comes to rest on yours, stroking soothing circles into the palm of your hand. All this time you had assumed that she hated you seemed to drift into the sea as she eagerly listened to you point out features of the night sky. "Venus. You can tell that it's a planet and not a star because it doesn't twinkle."

"Why don't planets twinkle?" She asked eagerly.

"Because they're too close to us. Stars are millions of light-years away but Venus is our nextdoor neighbor. It's actually the brightest object in the night sky because it has a thick atmosphere of white clouds."

"And why does that make it so bright?"

"Since the clouds are so thick and white, just about all of the light from the sun reflects off of it. And that's why you can even see Venus in the day sometimes."

Maybe she didn't know everything. You had assumed she did based her quirk and her grades. But Yaoyorozu was just a girl. A very smart one at that but just a girl. You certainly didn't know everything.

How strange it was to think that of all the people she could have asked to join her in her escape from the crowd of her birthday party, she chose you. "I thought you hated me." You said, not realizing that you had voiced that thought out loud until it was too late.

"That's funny." She admitted to you. "I always assumed you hated me. I invited you by total chance, hoping that you'd come. And I'm glad you did. You've been great company." You both silently decided to leave it there, choosing to take in the sounds of the night in silence before heading back inside.

"Oh!" You perked your head up. "Is now a bad time to give you your birthday present?"

"You didn't have to get me anything-"

"I know but I wasn't not going to. But what do you get the girl that's got everything, right?" You snuck into the coat closet just outside the foyer, grabbing your bag from one of the hooks. "Do you remember when we went on that class beach trip and you wanted the stuffed cow in the claw machine on the pier but you couldn't win it?"

"Yeah."

"Well I remembered that you wanted it so Kaminari and I went back to get it for you!" You responded enthusiastically!

"You're kidding."

You shook your head no, pulling the plush out of your bag to prove it. With a grin, you extended your arms to offer it to her. "How? I thought it was broken. The claw wouldn't close."

"Oh, no, it still was." You admitted. "I asked Kaminari to fry the machine so I could reach my arm in there with a coat hanger and pull it out." She laughed. It was the sweetest sound you think you've ever heard. "Worked like a charm."

"Did it?"

"Yeah. We're never allowed back to that arcade again but I think it was worth it."

Momo pulled you by your lapels closer to her and pulled you into a tight hug. The feeling of her embrace felt so warm and familiar. Neither of you wanted to be the first to let go. After a moment she speaks.

"I love it. Thank you."

"Happy birthday." You said once again, punctuating it with a soft kiss to her temple.

[write-orflight]

Galileo: Chapter 1

**Gif Not Mine**

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Pairings: SpencerXReader, enemies to friends to lovers trope

Rating: M

Words: 2.1K

Warnings: None right now. but will eventually be smut.

Request: OPEN/CLOSED

Summary: Y/N is an astronomer with her head constantly in the stars. But when a serial killer is threatening NASA’s top scientists, she is left in the protective custody of a man who’s gravitational pull threatens to pull her back down to earth. 

A.N: I made the reader jewish (or from a jewish family really) for reasons I don’t even know. Message to be added to the taglist! Much love, Cia

                              Chapter 1: Venus

Spencer never really “understood” women but he thought in the passing years he got at least, a better understanding. 

He still, however, didn’t understand you or your clear adverse feelings for him. Spencer immediately thought to do what he did in most situations when he didn’t understand people. He profiled them. 

He watched you from across the room, seated in a barstool height chair so you could look into the telescope, legs crossed as you scribbled into a notepad placed on your right thigh. No ring or any form of jewelry, Which most likely meant no significant other. Your work space was clear devoid of any pictures or sentimentals except for one small photo of you and Victim #4, clearly at a bar of some sort. He looks completely in his element while you look slightly uncomfortable. You’re both smiling brightly though he’s looking straight at the camera while you’re slightly looking up at him. That, how none of his desk or items were cleared, and how you seemed to move around his stuff like you were used to the routine of it all told Spencer what he needed to know. 

“Were you dating your coworker?” Spencer asked. You stopped in your track on your way to one of the chalkboards you set up for equations. Dr. Cliff often told you it was so outdated but you preferred to do things right yourself not let a computer decide for you. You leveled a heated look to Spencer. 

“Excuse me?” 

“Your partner, Jonathan Brewer.” Spencer pointed out. “You didn’t say in your initial interview that you were dating. If that was the case, that’s something we need to know. It could help find his kille--” 

“We. Weren’t. Dating.” You say, angrily. Spencer almost flinches at the pure venom that is seeping out of your voice. “Not that it’s any of your fucking business, by the way. Everything I already told your agents was the truth. He was my best friend, My only friend, and now he’s dead. Please do not distract me from my work with idiotic questions again.”  You turn away from him, going back to your math. 

How dare he pretend to know anything about you and Jon. What a fucking pretentious asshole. Accusing you of sleeping with Jonathan, not that you didn’t want to… or didn’t at least think about it. You never got to tell Jonathan how you really felt about him, how he had the unfiltered ability to make the room feel lighter like you were in the zero gravity chamber, or how every shoulder press, hand on your back as he passed by, bright smiles from across the room while he did the math and you tracked Gaia would feel like lightning down your nervous system. 

You never got to tell him you were in love with him. 

And now you never will. 

You knew you were only angry at Spencer because he was able to clock you on what never occurred to Jonathan the year you’d known him in an hour of knowing you but in the end it was none of his business and he had absolutely no right. 

Thankfully, he had learned silence was a virtue and didn’t say anything the rest of the night, opting to read some of the books you had around. You stretched as you stood from your desk grabbing your bags to head out the door. Spencer also notices this and follows suit. 

“What’re you doing?” You ask as he’s following you out the door. 

“I’m your protective custody which means, I’m with you always, not just at work.” He says, awkwardly. “Did Dr. Clifton not explain?” 

“No, he did not...” You trail off. “Fine, come on.” You say going to your car, Spencer automatically climbs into the passenger seat and you drive home in silence. 

When you arrive at your apartment, the cat greets you with beady eyes from the top of his cat tower. 

“You know some people’s cats greet them at the door.” You say, approaching the tower to pet him, he purrs and pushes his head into your palm. You turn back to Spencer who is standing awkwardly by the door. “The sofa folds out if you want to take that, I guess I’ll bring you a blanket and pillow.” Spencer watches as you disappear from the room to give him the items you just said. “Don’t be confused if Alfonso is next to you when you wake up, the couch is his spot.” 

“Alfonso?” 

You gester to the cat. “Context clues, might help you out someday.” You say sarcastically. “I’m going to shower.” You brush past him on the way to what seemed to be your only sanctuary away from the doctor. 

Spencer takes this time to survey your apartment, making sure there’s no way for someone to break in without his knowledge. He pulls out the sofa bed and almost like clockwork, the small cat moved from his tower onto the corner of the couch and slept. Spencer also looked around the apartment like he would with any victim, though you weren’t one yet, he still had to figure out why you’re specifically being targeted. But he couldn’t get a gage of who you are because there was nothing that said who you were in this house. Living room was obviously designed by an interior designer, the kitchen was neat only things on the counter were a coffee maker, kettle and a stand mixer. Different plants lined your balcony along with a small telescope. The only thing he could get a reading on was that you lived here, you had a cat, and that maybe you baked. 

“Mom, I’m fine.” Spencer hears, he turns toward the bathroom to see you exiting in a pair of pajama shorts and a large Georgetown University sweater. He knew you didn’t go there but Victim #4 did, he could only assume it was his sweater. “Obviously I’m not in danger, we’re talking on the phone.” He watches you pause and roll your eyes. “No mom, this isn’t an elaborate hostage call. I told you to stop watching true crime before bed.” Spencer tries not to listen to the conversation, he really does. But it’s been a while since he’s been able to have a normal conversation like this with his mom. So of course that made him a tad jealous. 

“Mom it’s almost 7am. I should really sleep…. for the last time, mom, I have to work at night my job is to watch planets…. You’re right I’m probably not going to find a husband this way, but I also don’t want one…. I do not need a yenta, Ma! Now I really have to go, give my best to dad.” You say, hanging up. Spencer watches you groan in frustration. 

“God, can you believe that woman! I love her to death but I don’t need a fucking matchmaker, there’s a serial killer after me for god’s sake! Dating should be her last concern—“ You cut off realizing you’re ranting to a man who’s just met you and that you also despise. “You don’t give a shit about this.” You say, Spencer just tilts his head at you. You roll your eyes. “Goodnight.” You say, closing your bedroom door quickly. 

Some things stayed the same though because as soon as you hit your pillow, you were deeply asleep. 

———————————————-

Spencer wakes up in the late afternoon to the cat sprinting across his body. He opens his eyes a little to see you placing food and water in a bowl. You pet him briefly before letting him eat and then you sit at the dining table with a hot mug in your hand. 

“You made coffee?” Spencer asked, groggily. 

“Yes.” You say, obviously. 

“The pot is empty…” 

“I didn’t say I made some for you.” You looked at him. “I’m sure, they taught you how to use a coffee maker in the academy.” 

With that you turn away from him, back to the book you were reading. Spencer rolls his eyes but makes the coffee anyway, he knew if the entire day was going to be like this he’d need it.

“You know, this would probably be easier if you would stop fighting me at every turn. We’re going to be spending a lot of time together. There's no point in arguing constantly.” 

“No, what would make it easier is if you caught the serial killer, so I could have my apartment back.” You say, rolling your eyes. 

Spencer just throws his arms up. He tried, he’s officially giving up trying to find common ground with this she-devil. He grabs his phone and steps into the hall for a second. 

“Oracle of Quantico, speak and be heard.” He hears Penelope say over the line. He sighs in relief at the tone of his friend. 

“Garcia, do you know if the others have found anything on this case yet?” He says. 

“No dice, my friend. Far as I know they’re still doing victimology. You know I would call you if we found anything out. Why? What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing, I’m just… trying to gage how long this’ll be.” 

“Jesus Spencer, it’s been one day. It can’t be that bad.” 

“It can, Garcia, this woman….she hates me. And I don’t know why.” 

“Well what did you do?” 

“Nothing! I didn—” 

“Spencer…” Penelope said in an almost scolding tone. 

“I may have… accused her of dating Victim #4.” 

“Jonathan Brewer, her coworker. Why would you do that?” 

Spencer tells her of the things he’s found in her office as well as her sweater this morning and Garcia cuts him off. 

“Ok, I’ve heard enough.” Garcia says. “Spencer, I may not be a profiler but I understand women, especially smart, nerdy women. So you told me she has a picture of them on her desk and that she still hasn’t cleared his desk?” 

“Yes.” 

“Did you see any pictures of her on his desk?” 

“No.” 

“And you already know from when we went to his apartment, there were no photos of her there either.” Penelope says, like it’s kinda obvious. “So combine that with the sweater and everything else what do you get?” 

“She was in love with him....” Spencer says, confused why it took him this long to get it. “And it wasn’t reciprocated…” 

“Points to Ravenclaw.” Penelope says. “Now you’re already a constant reminder that she’s lost someone, so bringing it up every second and accusing her of lying probably isn’t helping. She probably isn’t even angry at you, she’s just grieving, let her do that.”   

“You’re right, Garcia.” He sighs. 

“I always am. Adieu.” She says hanging up. Spencer re-enters the apartment and sees you sitting in a chair next to the window reading, he notes that you are dressed for work. You were wearing a knee length black pencil skirt with a mint green blouse. All tied together with your floor length lab coat that held your badge. Your hair was tied in a high bun and round rimmed glasses adorned your face. Spencer hated to say it but he wasn’t blind, you were breath-taking. 

“I’m leaving in 45 minutes, if you want to put on something less… firetruck-y.” Spencer looked down and he was still wearing his Pajama pants that had a pattern of fire trucks on them. 

Well, she was breath-taking until she opened her mouth. 

Spencer just sighed and went to change. 

The two of you drove to the office in silence, the only sound being classical music playing through her speakers. You put the car in park and you start to get out when you feel a hand circle your wrist you pull your arm back and look at the man in disgust. 

“Wait before you get out.” Spencer says looking you in the eye. “I wanted to apologize for making accusations about your relationship with Jonathan. It was not my place to do that.” 

“It wasn’t.” You say. 

“I know. I’m sorry… we’re going to be with each other constantly until we find his killer so I don’t want to fight everyday. Friends?” He says offering his hand for her to shake. Spencer didn’t like shaking hands but if it would show her he was serious he’d do it. 

“I appreciate the apology but we’re only working together briefly, there’s no reason for us to be friends. Colleagues.” She agrees, looking at his hand but not shaking it. Just choosing to get out of the car without another word. 

God, you were not going to make this easy. Spencer knew that for a fact.

[trashyswitch]

Bonnie's Obsession

Bonnie grows obsessed with wanting a skirt to twirl around in and enjoy. William is happy to provide, but Henry questions it and is hesitant to give Bonnie what he wants. So, Bonnie decides to persuade him with some love and care from Mama Bon himself.

This whole thing was an idea made up by one of my friends @planet--venus. Thank you so much for the GENIUS idea and for the extra help! And for the patience! Sorry it took so long! But, I hope you enjoy!

Also, I know a lot of you are gonna see this and claim 'I'm misgendering Bonnie!'. Bonnie is feminine, not transgender. But The reason I put the 'light trans story' tag was because what Henry says is traditional talk that would come from an old-fashioned 80's adult. So trans people are being warned: traditional reactions you may have heard before, are used in the dialogue. Read with caution.

Henry sighed to himself as he worked on cleaning Toy Bonnie. He would usually clean Toy Bonnie once to twice a week and most of the time, William would come along for company. It had been like this since the restaurant opened. Though Henry didn’t mind this part of the task, he wasn’t a big fan of Toy Bonnie being left on while he cleaned. Toy Bonnie was fussy and playful during cleaning hours. It was often like cleaning a child. But now, this child had an obsession…

“I saw a child with a pretty long skirt!” Bonnie told him.

“Yeah? That’s nice.” Henry replied, cleaning his arm.

“It was blue! It shined in the light! And it lifted up as she spun around!” Bonnie told him.

Henry nodded as he kinda listened.

“Can I have a skirt?” Bonnie asked.

William guffawed, while Henry sighed and closed his eyes. That was the one question that Henry dreaded. He had been asking it a lot lately. “Bonnie, we have talked about this. You are not getting a skirt.” Henry told him.

Bonnie whined and sank down. “Whyyyyy?” He whined like a child.

“Because you are a boy! And boys don’t wear skirts.” Henry replied.

William looked at Henry with a frown. Now wait a second- “Since when are boys not allowed to wear skirts?” William asked.

Henry looked at William. “Since society deemed suits the men’s clothing preference!” Henry replied. “Be realistic: our design for Toy Bonnie is feminine enough. And I’ve been getting complaints from parents saying the kids are not sure if Bonnie is a girl or a boy. And wanna know who’s fault that is?” Henry explained.

William smirked and pointed to himself. “Mine, baby.” he replied confidently.

“Yours. And no, that’s not a good thing.” Henry told him. “It’s frustrating trying to explain to every parent that Bonnie is a boy.”

William rolled his eyes with a smile. “I wonder why. It can’t possibly be that Bonnie is a girl's name.” William said sarcastically.

“Oi! That was ALSO your idea!” Henry reminded him as he returned to cleaning the blue animatronic.

“Was it?” William asked, forgetting what he had said.

“Yes. It was. And I almost regret listening to you.” Henry added.

Bonnie huffed and crossed his arms while Henry resumed his cleaning duties. “Please?” Bonnie asked.

“No.” Henry responded.

“Pleeeeaaase?” Bonnie begged.

Henry looked up at Bonnie. “No skirt.”

Bonnie frowned. “Why?” Bonnie asked.

“I just explained! The kids are confused about your gender as it is! So putting a skirt on you would cause kids to misgender you!” Henry told him.

“I don’t care! I want a skirt.” Bonnie repeated.

“I care. So, no. Skirt. And that’s that.” Henry concluded the conversation.

William looked down a little and bit his lip. He was being a little excessive over a simple thing like a skirt. It’s just a piece of fabric. Is it really that hard?

Bonnie’s pupils flashed a red color for only a second or two. Then, Bonnie pushed Henry’s arm away. “SKIRT.” Bonnie yelled.

Henry looked up at Bonnie with anger growing in his eyes. “I said DROP IT!” He ordered.

“NO.” Bonnie declared.

William looked at Bonnie. “I don’t think skirts are bad.” William muttered.

Henry blinked and and looked at William with frustration and slight confidence. “Would you wear a skirt?” Henry asked.

“Yes. I would.” William replied.

Henry scoffed. “Really now?”

“Really.” William replied.

“Have you worn a skirt before?” Henry asked.

William blinked in surprise. “No.” He said awkwardly, looking everywhere except Henry’s face.

Henry’s eyes narrowed. “Bonnie, is he lying?” Henry asked.

“Yes. He is lying.” Bonnie suddenly jumped and smiled. “That means he has worn a skirt!” Bonnie reacted.

William didn’t say anything at that. He just...looked around the room, and looked at Bonnie with fear in his eyes.

Henry smirked. “I knew it.”

William looked away while Bonnie crossed his arms and tapped his foot. “If William can wear a skirt, then so can I!” Bonnie declared.

“No. Not happening.” Henry said stubbornly.

“Skirt or else.” Bonnie warned.

“Or else what? You’ll become feral and maul me? HA! Like you’re gonna do that to your creator…” Henry joked.

William widened his eyes and backed up a bit. “How about we don’t make jokes about that?” William suggested.

“Nope. Why would I hurt you?” Bonnie replied.

“Okay. Then what’s the ‘or else’?” Henry asked.

Bonnie smirked as he started walking closer to him. Henry’s confident attitude quickly fell off his face as he realized the toy animatronic was planning something. Before Henry was able to protest or do anything, Bonnie had scooped up Henry under the armpits like a child.

“HEY! PUT ME DOWN!” Henry ordered.

“Awww! I know you wanna walk.” Bonnie cooed in a teasy baby voice. “But I have to pick you up!” Bonnie declared.

William widened his eyes at the bunny’s baby voice, while Henry froze. “E-Excuse me?!” Henry reacted, surprised and offended.

Bonnie smiled and held onto him with one hand while poking his belly with his pointy finger. “That’s right! Adventure time is over for now! You’ll have lots of time to roam around later.” Bonnie teased as he kept poking and wiggling his pointy finger on his belly.

Henry jumped with a yelp, and tensed almost immediately. It didn’t take long at all for Henry to find out what his plan was. And he did NOT like it.

“B-Bonniehehe-” Henry quickly covered his mouth with his hand as a giggle accidentally spilled out. Truth be told, he was thrown off guard by the teasy and playful attitude Bonnie had suddenly developed. He had never taught Bonnie such things! How did he learn such a trait on his own without backup programming?!

William was just giggling and watching. “If you’re planning to really get him laughing, I’d suggest you go for the armpits.” William told Bonnie casually.

Henry opened his eyes again in horror. “W-WILL! YOU PIECE O-OF-” Henry started pushing against the huge hands and kicking his feet to get out.

William giggled at the man’s reactions. “Uh oh! Looks like Henry’s developing a temper tantrum!” William teased.

“I can see that!” Bonnie went along with it. “Should I try tickling him more to get him happy again?” Bonnie asked.

Henry started kicking and squirming harder. “NO! NONONONONONONO! NO WAY! NOT HAPPENING!”

“I think it’s a great plan!” William replied proudly.

“Alright!” Bonnie lifted the man up and trapped Henry’s hands in between Bonnie’s fisted fingers. And then, Bonnie started wiggling his fingers in one armpit each.

“NOOOOHOHOHOHO!” Henry threw his head back. “HAHAHAHAHAHA! BOHOHONNIHIHIHIE QUIHIHIHIT IHIHIHIT!” Henry shouted, immediately bursting into long fits of laughter.

“What do you mean ‘quit it’? I just started!” Bonnie reacted.

“WEHEHELL, IHIHIHIT’S TIHIHIHIME TOHOHO STAHAHAHAP!” Henry tried to order.

But Bonnie just laughed at him. “The little human thinks he can tell me what to do!” Bonnie teased.

William widened his eyes and showed off his teeth as he smiled. “He’s got a point, Henry!” William admitted.

Henry continued to kick, squirm, push and laugh strongly. Even if he wanted to get the heck out of Bonnie’s grip, he couldn’t! The robot was naturally made to not fall apart easily! And it never grew tired! So, it would be possible to get stuck like this for hours against his will!

“LEHEHEHET MEHEHEHE GOHOHOHOHO! PLEHEHEHEASE?!” Henry begged.

“Awww! Did you hear that, Will? He’s using his manners! How cute!” Toy Bonnie teased.

“I did, yes! It almost makes me wanna save him!” William reacted. But William quickly walked up and squeezed Henry’s sides. “Almost.”

Henry squeaked like a balloon and threw his head back with more crazed, hysterical bouts of laughter.

Toy Bonnie started laughing at him as well. “Yohohou sound like a witch!” Bonnie laughed.

William gasped and guffawed. “Oh my gosh he DOES!” William reacted. “The kindest evil witch that ever lived.” he added.

“Is he considered evil if he’s kind?” Bonnie asked.

���Ever heard of Batman?” William retorted. “He’s a man who breaks the law a little bit, to help the police officers catch criminals.” William replied.

“GUHUHUHUYS! IHIHIHI’M STIHIHIHILL HEHEHEHERE!” Henry yelled in between the conversation.

“We know, we know.” William replied.

“Hey! No interrupting the adults.” Bonnie ordered.

Henry growled. “IHIHI AHAHAHAM AHAHAN AHAHADUHUHULT!” Henry yelled back.

“Your days of acting like an adult are less frequent than Foxy’s entertaining days.” William declared.

Bonnie looked over at William with his eyes widened and his jaw dropped with a big smile.

“What? It’s true!” William reacted to Bonnie’s look.

“YOHOHOHOU’RE NAHAHAT MUHUHUHUCH OHOHOHOFF!” Henry shouted back.

William giggled at this and shrugged. “Sad but true.”

Henry, without realizing what he was doing exactly, tried tickling Bonnie’s general lower rib area to catch Bonnie off guard.

But, like one would figure, Bonnie didn’t react.

“Nice try Henry. But I’m not ticklish!” Bonnie declared with a proud smirk.

“HAA! That’s some bullshit if I’ve ever heard!” someone yelled from across the room.

Bonnie immediately stopped tickling and widened his eyes as he recognized the voice. Telling by his whispering of the voice’s name, Henry seemed to recognize the voice as well. Bonnie refused to turn around and face the face behind the voice that knew the truth. But William and Henry both lifted themselves up and looked at the animatronic that had spoken:

It was the plastic-looking brown bear, with the black hat and the red, rosy cheeks: Toy Freddy Fazbear.

“Listen to this evil bunny spitting fibs!” Freddy declared.

Bonnie slowly placed Henry onto the ground, and slowly started backing up with his hands up in the air. “F-Freddy- Can...Can we t-talk ahabout this first?” Bonnie asked, his voice showing obvious signs of tensing nerves.

“No, I don’t think we can.” Freddy replied bluntly with a super toothy smirk. Freddy subtly presented his pointer finger and looked at Bonnie menacingly as the pointing finger started vibrating.

Bonnie full on SCREAMED and took off the other way! William widened his eyes and bursted out laughing at the sudden change in pace, and Henry was still a panting, giggly mess on the floor. William soon calmed himself down enough to help Henry back up onto his feet. The ground and items placed on it, were actually shaking from the sprinting that the two animatronics were doing. So standing was a slight challenge for Henry at first.

Soon, Toy Chica showed up behind them. Henry actually squeaked in surprise and threw his hands up with full mercy so he wouldn’t get tickled and babied again. But Chica just placed her free hand on her hip and watched as Carl hopped off the plate and bounced itself towards the chase.

“You boys might wanna see this…” Chica let them know.

William tilted his head and walked a couple paces faster than Henry to see what was actually going on. It didn’t take long for the shaking to stop and for a big crash to fill the room for a few moments. Following the crash however:

“AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FREHEHEHEDDYYYYYYY! NOTTHEFINGERS- NAHAHAT THEHE EHEHEVIHIHIL FIHIHINGERS!” Bonnie screamed and shouted.

“But YES the evil fingers! You should’ve seen this coming the moment you decided to fib about your ticklish spots, Liar Smurf.” Freddy teased.

Bonnie’s kicks and stomps against the ground continued to cause the main Pizzeria room to shake and tumble a few things over. But Freddy continued to ‘tickle’ Bonnie’s sides and belly.

William narrowed his eyes and leaned in a little in disbelief. “Did...Did you intend on this Henry?” William asked.

Henry was just watching with his jaw dropped and his eyes widened. He slowly shook his head and gained control of his jaw again. “N-No. I...had no idea this was even possible!” Henry admitted.

Freddy turned to look at them. “Since we’re metal, it takes some strong pokes and tickles to get a proper reaction from him.” Freddy replied. “But Bonnie’s always been the most ticklish out of all the toy animatronics.” Freddy added.

“Iiiii...Can see that.” William reacted slowly. William grabbed a pen from his pocket and started ‘drawing’ on Bonnie’s ears with the point of the unclicked pen.

Bonnie jumped and quickly tried grabbing for the pen. “HEHEHEHEHEY! NOHOHO! WHOHOHO-” Bonnie tried wiggling the bunny ears away from William, but could only wiggle so much. And even if they did wiggle away, William would just follow the moving ear and continue tickling!

“Hey Mr. Afton! Try using that on his foot!” Freddy suggested.

William lifted up the pen, and looked at Freddy with a worried look. “Are you sure? What if I get kicked in the face?” Will asked.

“He won’t kick you in the face. Promise.” Freddy replied to that.

William narrowed his eyes. “How do you know?”

Freddy turned Bonnie onto his side and resumed vibrating the hips. “Look!” Freddy said, pointing to the wiggling tail.

Wait...Wiggling?!

“He likes it!” Freddy told him. “You can tell by his wagging tail! He’s like a happy dog when he’s being tickled like this!” Freddy pointed out.

William raised both his eyebrows and slowly started smiling. “So...If his tail is wagging from happiness...then he’s not gonna kick me?” William asked.

“That’s right!” Freddy replied. “Just ask Chica!”

Henry turned to look at Chica. “Is this actually true?” Henry asked.

Chica nodded. “I have never gotten kicked by Bonnie. He has really good self control!” Chica confirmed.

That was all the convincing he needed. William marched himself up to Bonnie’s foot and started ‘drawing’ on the bottom of the blue foot.

“WAIT- NOHOHOHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAFTOHOHON!” Bonnie kept instinctively pulling his foot away, but William would just follow it and keep tickling it. Bonnie let out a squeal that sounded slightly autotuned. His legs could only pull his blue feet away so much before they were completely bent. So Bonnie held onto his knees while he flapped his feet helplessly.

William giggled in amusement as he kept drawing invisible pictures and shapes on Bonnie’s feet. “Wow! How in the world are you even feeling any of this?” William asked. He looked over at Henry, who shook his head, opened his mouth and shrugged his shoulders in confusion.

“I couldn’t tell you. A glitch possibly? Maybe a virus?” Henry guessed. Even the creator himself was clueless as to how the animatronics developed human-like sensitivity.

“Hey Freddy! What’s his worst spot?” William asked.

“Oh that’s easy!” Freddy stopped tickling and walked over to Bonnie’s knees. “But you might need to move.” Freddy warned.

William nodded and quickly followed his advice.

“His most ticklish spot iiiiis:” Freddy started squeezing the top of Bonnie’s knee. Bonnie let out a high pitched scream and started squirming and wiggling around wildly!

Henry wheezed at that reaction and leaned his hands against his knees! He really IS a girl!

“BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HIHIHIHIHIHI- NAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Bonnie cackled loudly. He could barely talk at this point, it tickled so much! And it didn’t take long for Bonnie to also start stomping the ground with his other foot.

William started laughing along with him. “Wohohow! Ticklish knees of all things?!” William reacted.

“Well that rules out any social connections. I don’t have ticklish knees, and neither does Will!” Henry replied.

Freddy groaned and pulled Henry over to Bonnie. “Come on! Quit trying to logic your way through the technical science and just tickle him!” Freddy declared.

William smiled and went back to poking and ‘drawing’ on the inner ears. And soon, even Henry joined in at the sides.

[A few hours later:]

Bonnie squealed and spun around excitedly. It was the perfect length for him! It had a stretchy waistband! It was silky! And the best part? It twirled and lifted up when he spun! Bonnie happily threw his arms up in the air and spun around to make it twirl for the 18th time that evening.

Willliam had a huge smile on his face. “I’m so glad you like it! And you’re happy with the baby pink color?” William double checked.

“Oh my gosh YES! The baby pink suits me PERFECTLY!” Bonnie ran up to William and Henry and lifted them both up into a big hug. “THANK YOUUUU!”

“You’re welcome Bonnie. Enjoy the new skirt!” William told her enthusiastically.

When he placed them back down, Bonnie noticed the two separate facial expressions they had on their faces in reaction to his new skirt. The bunny looked at Henry and noticed how...mixed his facial expression was compared to William. William’s facial expression showed full support while Henry’s expression...showed confusion mixed with uncertainty of how to react.

Henry was putting on some sort of small smile, but his eyes told him something different. Perhaps the change of heart was sinking in, but very slowly. Maybe Henry would grow to get used to it. But for now, Bonnie will take the smile as a positive sign.

Now OFF TO TWIRL FOREVER TILL SUNRISE!

[rosesgonerogue]

How to be a Dad 101

Chapter Ten - First Aid

Jasonette July Day Twelve

Masterlist

Marinette was acting so trusting when it was time to put the kids to bed – her confidence in him was completely unfounded, but somehow she trusted Jason enough to let him be alone in a room with the twins. He had no idea what to do with a baby. Or were they technically toddlers? Was there a difference?

Their bedroom was set up with two beds, not cribs, but they were on opposite walls of the room. Perching on the floor between them, Jason tried to angle the book so they could both see the pictures. It was probably the worst reading ever given, but both children had a laser focus on the book. They said certain words before he could get them out, and others they parroted – it was clear that the book was a favorite of theirs.

Once the story was done the twins were still awake, but they seemed sleepy enough. Jason seriously considered calling Marinette in to handle things, but he reasoned that it would probably leave them more awake than when he started. Now he just had to tuck them in, right? But how exactly did you tuck someone in?

He started with Mila, because Jules was already glaring at him again. Jason awkwardly pulled her blankets further up her torso while she stared at him with big blue eyes – although he realized with a jolt that they weren’t Marinette’s bluebell eyes. Those were his eyes.

“Night night,” she said in her birdlike voice. She yawned and snuggled deeper into her blanket before adding, “Dada.”

A strange feeling seized Jason – his chest felt tight and his throat almost didn’t let him respond with his own, “Night night.”

When he made his way over, Jules wasn’t scowling for once. He watched every move Jason made with wide eyes, and when he moved to pull the blankets higher over the toddler, Jules sank his teeth into Jason’s forearm.

At least thirty different curse words built up in Jason’s mind, and he bit his lip so hard he tasted blood, but not a sound came from Jason’s mouth. When his son (who was apparently part piranha) finally released his arm, Jason whipped out the handkerchief that Alfred insisted on tucking into every suit coat. He’d thrown his suitcoat off upon arriving to the twin’s room, and luckily he’d rolled up his sleeves too, or Jason would have ruined the shirt that he was supposed to wear to Bruce and Selina’s wedding. Selina would have never forgiven him.

Once he knotted the handkerchief around his forearm, Jason found himself sliding the suit coat back on. A small part of him was ashamed that things went this way, as well as the fact that he knew nothing about children. He also didn’t want Marinette to feel guilty or responsible for Jules’s assault.

He found her busy in the living room cleaning seemingly spotless surfaces. Jason recognized it as a sort of nervous tic, which made him feel a bit better about the whole situation. At least outwardly she always seemed so composed, but it was nice to see that she was just as thrown off by the whole situation as he was.

Clearing his throat, he said, “I’m not sure that I did it right, and I know they’re not asleep, but they are in fact in bed.”

“That’s all I can ask,” Marinette said, sitting down and offering him a shaky smile. “Listen, I know this was completely unexpected. Having a kid wasn’t in your plans, and I want you to know that I’ll be fine with whatever you choose. If you want to be involved in their lives then we’ll figure out a way, even if it’s flying out to Gotham for every vacation. If not, I won’t ju—”

“I want to be involved,” Jason interrupted, cutting her off. “I may not have known about this, but I’m not running away. My kids are going to know me.”

Marinette didn’t know the full weight those words carried, she couldn’t know, but she looked at Jason like she understood. She smiled softly and patted the couch cushion next to her. “You probably need to get going soon, it’ll be getting dark. I called you a cab that should be here in the next ten minutes. Until then, I have something for you.”

Jason slowly sat, curious.

“There’s a lot that we need to figure out, how things are going to be from here on, but that’s a discussion for another day. For now I have something for you.”

She produced a book with a shiny black cover and placed it in his hands. “I wrote my personal cell number in there just for convenience. You can call me, text me, talk to the kids, whatever. A part of me always hoped I would find you again, so when I put these together I got an extra one made.”

Cracking it open, on the first page Jason found a glossy photo he recognized as an ultrasound. “Is this—”

“A photobook,” Marinette nodded. “Almost every picture that’s ever been taken of the twins is in there as of their second birthday.”

“Thank you, I don’t know what to say,” Jason marveled, tearing up at the sight.

From outside a car honked.

“That’ll be for you. I’m sure you’ll be busy, so just text me when you want to meet up next. We’ll figure something out.” She kissed his cheek lightly without thinking before pulling back, blushing. “Sorry, that’s not normal for Americans, is it? I… Bye, Jason.”

“S-See you soon,” Jason said faintly before wandering into the cab.

He remembered almost nothing from the drive back to the hotel, but once he got there he found Dick wandering to the lobby.

“Jay-bird! How was your date? Tell me everything!” he exclaimed before seriously backpedaling. “I mean, if you want to, of course. I mean—”

“I need to talk to you, but no eavesdroppers,” Jason interrupted.

“Oh, we should be safe. Selina dragged everyone down to the wedding venue to work some things out. It’s a busy venue, so this is the only time we’ll really have to see things and plan before—”

“Yeah, I don’t care. Come with me,” Jason said, dragging him up the stairs. Once he was inside he shed his jacket, throwing it onto the bed.

“Jason, why are you bleeding? I mean, it doesn’t look serious, but you were at a wedding! What happened?”

“I got bitten, but that’s not important. Listen, I—”

“Bitten by what, a feral dog?”

“No, a feral two-year old, Grayson. I swear—”

“What did you do to the kid?”

“I don’t know! I just met him and my son hates me!” Jason said, throwing his hands into the air.

Dick made a strangled noise. “Son?”

“You heard me.”

“Oh. We should probably disinfect that.”

“Probably.”

“Jay?”

“Yes?”

“Did you just imply you have a son?”

“No, I said it pretty plainly.”

“Oh.”

“I also have a daughter.”

“WHAT?!”

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Note: Life is still chaos, thus the late update. Come back tomorrow for an update of the soulmate story prompt! 

[viking-raider]

The Bat’s Sister *Fic Request*

Summary: You’re Bruce Wayne’s little sister, and after meeting at a Charity Gala, you and Clark Kent kept running into each other. So much so, that the pair of you fall in love, much to Bruce’s annoyance and attempts to stop it. But, both Clark and Bruce would do anything to keep you safe.

Pairing: Clark Kent/Reader

Word Count: 14,274

Rating: Superman/Batman AU, Fluff, Violence, overprotective superheros

Inspiration: Request by @jessevans​ (x)

Author’s Note: This is my first Clark Kent/DC story! I had a lot of fun writing it too!

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Clark first met you at one of Bruce's Charity Galas. He was there to write an article on the event for the Daily Planet, when he noticed Bruce pull you aside into a corner as you entered the venue, handing you a glass of champagne. Clark let the rumble of the hundred plus people in the room around him fade away and honed in on the conversation between the two of you.

“You're late, y/n.” Bruce told you in a concerned voice, resting a hand on your shoulder. “I thought...”

“Bruce, just because someone is running late, doesn't always mean something happened to them.” You sighed, rolling your eyes at your older brother. “You know what the traffic from Metropolis is like at this hour trying to get into Gotham. Especially, when the great and mighty Bruce Wayne is throwing the gala of the century.”

“If you'd called me, I could have gotten you a helicopter in.”

“Dear God, Bruce.” You laughed, sipping your champagne.

“What's the point of being so rich, if you don't enjoy it?” Bruce teased you, grinning.

“Being rich is your thing, Ru.” You chuckled, shaking your head. “I am more than content on living in my flat in Central Metropolis, and doing my simple nine to five job.”

“A flat the our inheritance pays for, and a nine to five that's at Wayne Biotech.” Bruce rolled his eyes back.

“I pay my own bills,” You defended yourself. “Our inheritance only pays for the rent and whatnot. As for Biotech, I enjoy it, helping the world invent and discover new vaccines and medical treatments. You know as well as I do, I can't sit around a multi-million dollar mansion, while servants take care of literally every whim and fantasy I may or may not have. I'd lose my mind.” You sighed, setting your glass down on the table behind you. “It's not like I can run around the city in a rubber suit.”

Bruce narrowed his eyes at you, you'd been the first person he told about being Batman. “You're the only family I have left, y/n. I don't want to lose you, like we lost our parents.” He told you, taking your hand in his. “You know, that's the main reason I do, what I do at night.”

“I know it is, Bruce.” You told him, resting your hand on his cheek. “But, I can take care of myself as well, you know.”

“Mr. Wayne.” Clark beamed, stepping up to you and your brother. “Ma'am.” He smiled, sweetly at you.

“Mr. Kent.” Bruce replied, turning to the reporter. “How can I help you?”

You narrowed your eyes and tilted your head at your brother, seeing his shoulders tense as he looked up at Clark, giving you the odd feeling that the two knew each other.

“I'm well.” Clark replied, his smile smug, but familiar. “It's an amazing party you have going on here.” He said, gesturing around to the rest of the room, like he was reminding him that there was more than just the three of you in the room. “Can I get a statement about it?” He asked, pulling out a pen and small notepad.

Bruce opened his mouth to say something, but something else caught his attention and he patted Clark on the shoulder. “You know what, I forgot to check on something downstairs. But, I'm sure my sister, y/n, here would gladly give you a statement about it. It was her idea to throw this gala to raise money for a wonderful cause.” He grinned at you, chuckling seeing the utter look of horror in your face as he walked away.

“Oh, I hate him.” You sighed, picking your glass back up and downing it.

“Would you like that to be your official statement?” Clark asked, grinning amused.

“I wish.” You scoffed, shaking your head. “But, no. Of course not.”

“So, tell me, what it is that the gala is about?” He asked, poising himself to write down your answer.

“Um,” You glanced around the room, hugely uncomfortable about being in the spot light, you never liked being the center of attention.

Clark watched and listened to your heart beat become erratic with panic and tucked his pen back into his front pocket and his notebook in his back pocket. He turned around as a waiter walked behind him and picked up two glasses of wine, holding one out to you. “How about we go somewhere quieter, that way you're more comfortable answering any questions?” He suggested, your fingers brushing as you took the glass from him.

You took a deep breath and a gulp of the wine. “Sure.” You nodded, looking around and then motioned for him to follow you out of the main room of the event and down the hall to one of the empty offices. “Ask your questions, Mr. Kent.” You told him, sitting down across from him.

“Right.” He smiled at you, pulling out his pen and pad again, setting it on the desk next to him. “You're Bruce Wayne's sister?”

“Little sister, yes.” You nodded, turning your wine glass between your hands. “I was two, when our parents were killed.”

“How old was Bruce?” Clark asked, scribbling in his pad.

“Sixteen.” You replied, shifting in your seat, neither you or Bruce liked talking about the death of your parents.

“I'm guessing, he took care of you, after that?” He inquired, tilting his head at you and pushing his glasses back up his nose.

“Sorta.” You shrugged, taking another gulp of wine. “Between him, our butler, Alfred, and nannies. All rather lonely, really. But, you have to make the best out of what life gives you.”

“And being a Wayne, that's pretty much everything you want, since your family as huge chunk of the world's wealth.” Clark chuckled, smiling at you, but his smile faded see you didn't find it funny. “I'm sorry, that...what is this gala about?” he asked, shaking his head and changing the subject.

“The Gala is to raise awareness about the hunger crisis in third world countries.” You explained to him. “Wayne Industries started a food supply market in the 1910's, that helps feed low income families and homeless in Metropolis and Gotham.” You continued, crossing your ankles.

“What made you want to throw the Gala for it?” Clark asked, intrigued.

“I spent a year in Africa helping try and treat a disease outbreak, then helped develop a vaccine for it with my position in the Wayne Biotech labs. While I was there, I noticed how so many villages struggle to keep themselves fed, and figured that Wayne Industries had more than enough money to help, as would many of the other rich socialites over here. But, rich people don't generally like donating money, unless they get to dress up and mingle with other rich people.” You chuckled, finishing off the rest of your wine. “and yeah, you can put that down as my official statement.” You added, seeing Clark's eyebrow raise as he finished writing down what you said.

“That'll make for some scandal.” He giggled, setting his pen down. “A rich woman calling out other rich people.”

You rolled your eyes. “Just because you're rich, doesn't mean you get to think you're above everyone else in the world. Besides, I'm not into being rich. It doesn't really give me what I want out of life.”

“And what do you want out of life, Ms. Wayne?” He asked you, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back in his chair.

“Something quiet and simple.” You sighed, looking out the open windows to the bright and dark night of Gotham. “I've lived in the city for ninety percent of my life, and I've never felt more one with the world, than when I'm somewhere quiet, where I can look up and see the stars, and not the lights of a million buildings, airplanes and satellite dishes.”

“Why don't you move out somewhere in the country?” Clark asked, he could relate to how you felt, he'd been a small town boy, and coming to Metropolis the first time was overwhelming, especially with his Kryptonian powers.

You shrugged your shoulders. “Bruce got me a house out in the country for my birthday a couple years back, but I don't get to spend too much time there. I'm the head Biochemist at Biotech, so I work a lot and when I'm not working a lot, I'm traveling for other Wayne industry responsibilities.”

“You're quite the busy young lady.” He complimented, taking a sip of his forgotten wine.

“Indeed, I am.” You smiled at him. “Tell me, how do you and Bruce know each other?”

“What makes you think we know each other?” Clark asked, smoothly. “We've met at several events I was writing a article on for the Daily Planet.”

“I know my brother, Mr. Kent.” You told him, smirking and crossing your arms. “I know, when my brother is acquainted with a reporter, and when he knows someone.”

“Well, I guess when you run into someone as often as he and I do,” He told you, acting cool. “You just start becoming very familiar with each other.” He explained, dancing around the fact, he and your brother had met each other two years before, and ended up leveling most of Metropolis and Gotham, as Superman and Batman. “I end up attending nearly all of your brother's events for Wayne Industries.” He added, pressing his lips together.

“Hm.” You hummed, knowing he was hiding something. “Fair enough, I suppose.”

There was a knock on the office door and one of Bruce's assistants stuck her head into the room. “The silent auction is starting, Ms. Wayne.” She informed you, looking between you and Clark.

“Thank you, Felicia.” You told her, standing up and smoothing your dress down. “Mr. Kent, it was a pleasure to meet you, and thank you for the interview.” You said, extending your hand to him.

“The pleasure was all mine, Ms. Wayne.” He told you, standing up and shaking your hand, gently. He moved out of your way and held the door open for you, smiling sweetly as you nodded your head to him, and walked out.

Clark ran down the street, in a complete rush to get his latest article into Perry White before his deadline. All he needed was to have Perry chewing him out again for being late, and holding up the printer. But, he couldn't help the detour to rescue people from a major apartment fire. He turned the corner and collided straight into someone, knocking them over and his glasses off.

“Oh, gosh!” He exclaimed, shifting the strap of his shoulder bag. “I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention.”

“That's quite alright, Mr. Kent.” You told him, picking up your bag and grabbing his black framed glasses off the sidewalk.

Clark blinked several times, looking down at you. “Ms. Wayne.” He grinned, helping you up. “Are you all right?” He asked, looking you over.

“Other than feeling like, I ran into a bull made out of a brick wall?” You chuckled, holding out his glasses to him. “The only injury is to my pride.” You assured him, readjusting your jacket and backpack.

“Well,” He sighed, biting his lip. “Is there anything I can do, to ease that for you?” He asked, tilting his head at you.

“Not unless you can get me across town in,” You glanced down at your watch, and groaned. “an hour.” You sighed, your shoulders dropping. “I'm running late for my flight to Jordan.”

“I could get you to Jordan in less than an hour.” Clark commented, licking his lips.

Laughter bubbled out of you at his comment, your hand resting on his upper arm. “If only.” You giggled, looking up at him.

He raised his eyebrows at you, pressing his lips together to keep himself from making another comment. “I should let you get to your flight, I'm sorry about being a brick bull.” He chuckled, running a hand through his hair.

“No harm, no foul.” You assured him, going on tiptoe and giving him a hug, surprising him into hugging you back.

“Tell your brother, I said hello.” He called after you, as you rushed into awaiting car.

“I will!” You called, slipping into the car and your driver closed the door.

Clark watched your car pull away and disappear in the traffic, running his hand through his hair again and then turning on his heels and continued to rush down the street and into the Daily Planet. He managed to get his article in on time, but he ended up spending the rest of the day thinking about your body hugged around his. By the time he clocked out and started his walk back home, Clark had already settled it in his mind that he was going to try and get his hands on your phone number and ask you out to dinner, for an interview, of course. Perry had asked him to do a follow up on the Wayne Charity Gala he'd attend the month and a half before, so it was the perfect reason to ask you out. He just needed to find out when you'd be back from your trip.

“Yes, Hello,” Clark said, when someone from Wayne Industry Headquarters finally answered the phone. “I'm Clark Kent, a reporter for the Daily Planet in Metropolis. I did an interview with Ms. Y/n Wayne, and I need to schedule a follow up interview with her.”

“Ms. Wayne is out of the country, at the moment, Mr. Kent.” the Secretary informed him.

“I am aware of that.” He said, running his hand through his hair as he paced his small flat. “Can you tell me when she'll be back, and how to contact her when she returns?”

“Um...” The Secretary groaned, typing quickly on her computer and shaking her head. “Ms. Wayne is due back into Gotham in two weeks. If you'd like, Mr. Kent, I can pass on a message to her assistant, Felicia, and have her call you when Ms. Wayne returns.”

“I would appreciate that, thank you.” Clark replied, it wasn't exactly the answer he wanted, but it was better than her telling him to fuck off and hanging up on him. Clark wasn't off the phone with the woman when his phone rang again, with a private number. “Clark Kent?” He answered, pathetically hoping it was you.

“Why are you asking about my sister, Superboy?” Bruce asked, leaning back in his chair as he sat in his office.

“Bruce.” Clark smiled, tightly, dropping onto his couch.

“Answer the question, Clark.”

“I was asked to do a follow up interview with her, after the one I did with her at the Gala. Where you ditched her, to go play Batman.” Clark told him, giving into the older man's protective banter. “How did you know I called about her?”

“Clark, y/n is the only blood family I have left in this universe.” Bruce told him, rotating in his chair to look out over Gotham. “I know, if someone three countries away, breaths in her direction. I especially know if someone is inquiring after her in my own company, or any company.”

“Don't you worry about smothering her?” Clark asked, pulling his glasses off and pinching the bridge of his nose.

“She knows, I do it, for her own good.” Bruce growled, squeezing his phone a bit tighter.

“I'm not going to do anything to your sister, Bruce.” Clark sighed, picking up on the edge in his voice. “I just need a follow interview with her.”

“Then, why didn't you call me?”

“People don't usually call the owner of a company to ask for an interview with one of their employees. They usually call the front desk and ask for one to be scheduled.” Clark countered, dropping his head back.

“Y/n isn't one of my employees, she's my sister, and I'm her guardian.”

“She's a grown woman, Wayne.” Clark shook his head. “She doesn't need you acting like her father, or her personal Batman. She needs you to be her brother, and let her live her own life.”

“Coming from the alien, that's an only child.” Bruce snapped, hanging up on him.

Clark dropped his phone on the couch beside him and sighed, heavily, scrubbing his hands over his face and through his hair. He got up, stripping his clothes off as he made his way into the bathroom and cranking the hot water tap all the way on and stepped into the spray, groaning as the hot water soaked into his skin and muscles. He leaned on his arms against the shower wall, letting the water rain over his head, and watched as it swirled down the drain.

“Just an only alien child,” he groaned, tilting his head back to let the water hit his face. “That might be in love.”You were on the jet on the way back from Jordan, when Felicia sat down across from you. You cocked an eyebrow at her, knowing by the look on her face, she had news to tell you.

“We had a request come into headquarters for you.” She told you, scrolling through her phone.

“Oh?” You sighed, you really weren't in the mood for people requesting you. You just wanted to get home and sleep for a week. “What do they want?”

“An interview.”

“No.” You shook your head. “I don't do interviews, everyone knows that.”

“Well, it was an ask for a follow up, to one you've already done.”

You narrowed your eyes at her, then it dawned on you. “Clark Kent.” You nodded, it made sense now.

“Do you want me to contact him, and tell him, you'll be denying his request?” She asked, glancing up at you from her phone.

“No.” You sighed, rubbing your eyes. “I'll do the follow up, just make it a point to tell him, I'm not answering an personal questions.” You told her, getting up and going to the back of the jet, to lay down.

Felicia called Clark as soon as the jet landed back in Metropolis. “Mr. Kent, I'm Felicia Davis.” She introduced herself.

“How can I help you, Ms. Davis?” Clark replied, pressing his phone to his ear with his shoulder as he sat at his desk in the Daily Planet.

“I'm Ms. Wayne's assistant.” She explained, sliding into the car beside you. “I'm calling in answer to your request for a follow up interview with her, about the Charity Gala.”

“Oh, yes, right!” Clark grinned, ear to ear. “Is there a good time for Ms. Wayne to meet me? I was thinking over dinner, if that's alright with her.”

“Ms. Wayne just arrived home from two weeks in Jordan, and is rather exhausted.” Felicia told him, opening a personal planner she carried around for you. “So, she'll need a couple of days to recover from her work trip.”

“Of course.”

“How does Saturday night sound to you, Mr. Kent?” She asked, tapping the date with her finger and looking at you, to confirm you're all right with it as well. “Excellent. Ms. Wayne will meet you at 7 pm, Saturday night. Do you need us to make the arrangements?”

“No, no.” Clark shook his head, like she could see him as he rummaged around his desk for a sticky note to write on. “I can make a reservation at a restaurant in down town Metropolis, and then send you the details.” he told her, finding what he was looking for.

“Very well, you can contact me with this phone number.” Felicia told him, penning it into the planner.

“Thank you, Ms. Davis.” Clark said, leaning back in his chair, with relief.

“You're welcome, and have a good day, Mr. Kent.” She replied, hanging up with him. “He'll be making a reservation for dinner this Saturday at 7pm. He'll call me with the name of the restaurant.”

“Strange for a man to pick the restaurant, we usually do.” You chuckled, glancing out the window.

By the time Saturday rolled around, Bruce had caught wind of you going to dinner with Clark, and in his typical fashion as your overprotective brother, he completely blew it out of proportions. You both spent that Friday in his office at Wayne Industries arguing about it, and most of the morning and afternoon Saturday doing the same.

“Oh, for the love of Superman, Ru!” You snapped as you stood in your closet, trying to pick out a pair of shoes to go with your outfit.

“Don't say that name!” Bruce barked over the speaker of your phone.

“What name?” You quipped, picking up a pair of black flats. “Ru or Superman?”

“Superman.” Bruce sighed, he'd stopped trying to prevent you from calling him, Ru, decades ago.

“Good Lord, Bruce.” You rolled your eyes, slipping your shoes on. “You still feel threatened by Superman? Ye ol' Batman's jealous.” You teased him, knowing it get under his skin.

“I'm not threatened or jealous of him, y/n.” He told you, rolling his eyes. “Not like that anymore, at least.”

“Then, enlighten your dear sister, and tell me how you are threatened and jealous of him?” You kept teasing him, checking yourself out in the mirror.

“It's complicated.”

“Well, uncomplicate it.” You pressed, going to your jewelry box for a pair of earrings.

“There's not enough time to do that, your date is in twenty minutes.”

“It's not a date, Ru!” You snapped, turning to look at your phone. “It's business. Business, you got me stuck in, when you left me at the Gala with Clark, so you could go play rescuer.”

“Don't remind me.” He groaned, still feeling the deep bruise on his side.

“All right, I'm going.” You told him, picking your phone up off the bed.

“Call me, if anything happens.” Bruce told you, quickly. “Or if you need an alibi to call it short.”

“I will, bro.” You told him, going out the front door. “And, Bruce, don't fucking stalk me. You, Alfred or anyone else, for that matter.” You warned him, hanging up before he could protest. “Off we go, Hector.” You said, as your driver opened the car door for you.

Clark stood out front the restaurant waiting for you to arrive, and smiled brightly, seeing your car pull up and your driver open the door for you. He offered you his arm as you got out of the car. “How was your trip to Jordan?” He asked, leading you inside.

“It was very good, thanks.” You told him, smiling softly. “How's work going for you?” You asked as the waiter showed the pair of you to your table.

“It's never a dull moment for a reporter, especially in this world.” He teased, pulling your chair out for you, then moving to his. “Your assistant, Felicia, made it clear I wasn't supposed to ask you any personal questions.” He said, setting his pen and notepad on the table by his menu.

“Well, if you do, they're to be off the record.” You explained, picking up your menu and browsing the selection of food and wine.

“Of course.” Clark nodded, following your lead. “What was your business in Jordan about?” He asked, looking at you over his menu.

“It was a Biotechnology convention.” You explained, turning the menu page. “Biochemists and the like gather every few years to discuss their research, breakthroughs and such with each other. Swap what info we can to help each other out, typical boring Scientist mambo jumbo.” You chuckled, looking over your menu at him.

“What made you become a Scientist?” He asked, picking what he wanted and setting his menu aside, but didn't bother with his notebook.

You shrugged, setting your menu down. “I enjoy helping people. I'm no Superhero, so I help in the ways and places I can.”

“You don't need to have super powers, to be a Superhero.” Clark said, looking at you, softly.

“That's possibly true.” You nodded, agreeing with him.

The waiter came over and took your dinner and drink orders, and you and Clark chatted away through two glasses of wine and most of your food, before you really realized that Clark hadn't written a single line in his notepad.

“Isn't this an interview, Mr. Kent?” You asked him, as dessert was set in front of you.

“You can call me, Clark.” He smiled at you, picking up his spoon to dig into his ice cream.

“Clark,” You grinned, taking a bite of your chocolate lava cake. “aren't you supposed to be interviewing me?” You repeated your question, smirking at him, impishly.

“I am supposed to be interviewing you, Ms. Wayne.” He nodded.

“Y/n.” You told him, staring at him across the table. “You can call me, y/n.”

Clark blushed and took another bite of his ice cream. “Admittedly, y/n, this is an interview with a motive.”

“Typical reporters.” You teased him, rolling your eyes playfully.

“My Boss, Mr White, asked me to do a follow up interview on your Charity Gala, but I really just wanted to ask you out to dinner..”

“So, you used the interview as an excuse.” You chuckled, nodding your head and amused that Bruce was mostly right.

“I am sorry.” He told you, abashed.

“That's quite all right, Clark.” You assured him, you really didn't mind at all. “But, won't you get in trouble with your boss for not doing the interview?”

“Yes, probably.” Clark nodded, worried at that prospect, he'd been on thin ice with Perry for several months.

“Well, how about we finish our desserts, and we take the actual interview on a walk around the park?” You suggested, setting your attention back on your cake, hoping to hide your blush.

“I rather like that idea.” Clark said, seeing your blush, easily, and blushing a bit, himself.

Clark paid the bill and you both left the restaurant, stopping long enough for you to tell Hector the change in plans. You took Clark's offered arm, resting your hand in the nook of his elbow as you strolled through the gates of the local park. The sound of late night birds, other pedestrians and the gurgling of the various fountain filled the cool night air, making it feel like You and Clark were blanketed in another world altogether. Clark took out his notebook and pen, and started funneling out all the questions he had to ask you for the interview and you answered them with a calm ease. It took no time for you and Clark to knock out the interview, and get to spend the rest of the time making several rounds around the park, oblivious of time and space. You were laughing at a joke Clark had made about himself being a small town, country boy, when you suddenly felt the cords of his muscles under your hand turn into steel, cutting off your laugh and glancing up at him.

“Clark?” You frowned at him, as he pulled you both to a stop and he looked around the dimly lit darkness around you, his head tilting slight side to side as he scanned around. “What is it?” You whispered, looking around with him.

“Stay calm.” He told you, softly, taking your hand from his forearm and carefully pulling you behind him, as three guys came out of the dark treeline, beside the sidewalk. “Evening, gentlemen.” He greeted them, every muscle in his body tensing, making Clark come off even bigger than he already was.

“Jesus Christ.” You panted, pressing one hand to your stomach and resting the other one on Clark's hip as you peeked around his arm.

“Hand over the jewelry and cash, and you and your sweetheart over there,” one of the men said, winking at you. “have to get hurt.” He said, the unmistakable click of a knife opening muted out everything else around you.

You looked up at Clark as he slowly shook his head.

“Not going to happen.” He told them, licking his lips. “I'll give you this one warning, to walk away.”

“I don't think, you understand your situation.” Another of the three said, taking a step forward.

“Clark.” You whispered, squeezing his hip.

“It's alright, y/n.” He told you, his eyes still glued to the men. “They're not going to hurt us.” He assured you, grabbing the arm of the guy as he shot forward, twisting his arm behind his back and shoving him to the side.

The one with the knife came at Clark next, raising the knife high. But, Clark easily grabbed him by the wrist, wrenching the weapon out of his hand and punched him across the face, forcing him back into his friends.

“I suggest you leave.” He threatened them, tossing the knife aside and giving them an expression that sucked all the courage out of them. “Now.” He snapped, rolling his jaw as they scrambled to their feet and haul themselves out of the park. “Are you all right?” Clark asked, his body relaxing as he turned around to you, cupping your face in his hands.

“I'm fine.” You told him, looking in his eyes, utterly shocked. “You could've gotten hurt!”

A smile broke out over Clark's face, and his hands dropped from your face. “I'm all right.” He assured you. “I'm use to people trying to fight me, I was bullied as a kid.” He explained, looking back to where the would-be robbers disappeared. “I should get you back to your car,” he added, looking up. “It is getting rather dark.” He offered you his arm again, and you slowly took it, still in shock.

“Of course.” You nodded, letting him lead you back the way you'd come.

“Good night, y/n.” Clark smiled as you stopped by your car.

“Good night, Clark.” You smiled back, still in a bit of a daze over what happened.

He blushed, slightly and started to walk away. “Do you think I could see you again?” He asked, turning back around, spurred by a bit of courage.

“Uh,” You blinked at him. “Sure.” You nodded, ducking into the back of the car and pulling out a card from your bag. “This is my private number.” You told him, holding it out to him. “Just so you don't have to go through headquarters or Felicia, to get a hold of me.”

Clark looked down at the card, then back up at you, spinning the little card around his fingers, nervously. “I'll give you a call, some time soon.” He promised, then wished you good night again, before turning himself towards home.

“Mr. Wayne called, while you were on your little walk.” Hector told you, as he pulled the car away from the curb.

“Of course, he did.” You rolled your eyes.

“He wants you to call him.”

“I'll call him in the morning.” You told Hector, rubbing your neck. “I just wanna go home and sleep, right now.”

Clark was staring at the card with your number on it as he sat at his desk at work, trying to work up the courage to call you, when one of the secretaries for the newspaper came over and told him, he had someone waiting for him in one of the conference rooms. Sighing and slipping the card into his pocket, Clark got up and found the conference room his visitor was waiting for him in.

“What are you doing here, Bruce?” He snapped, closing the door behind him.

“You took my sister on a date last night, disguised as an interview.” Bruce told him, clearly fuming already. “And you almost get fucking mugged in the process.” He snapped, slamming his hand down on the conference table.

“First of all, it wasn't a disguise.” Clark barked back, his anger flaring. “I do admit that when Perry told me to get a follow up interview with her, I also used it as an opportunity to take her out to dinner, I wouldn't call it a date though. Secondly, She was in no danger of those three punks, with me there with her, and you know that.”

“That doesn't fucking change the fact, she could have gotten hurt, Clark!” Bruce yelled, not even bothering to keep his voice low.

“I wouldn't have allowed it, Bruce!” Clark yelled back, moving closer to the table that thankfully separated them. “I would have protected her. I did protect her. They never got within two feet of her.”

“Oh, but they got within three feet of her.” Bruce snapped, mocking him. “Mighty Superman only have a detection range of two feet.”

“I knew they were there, I didn't fucking know they were going to try and mug us.” Clark countered, glancing behind his shoulder, to the door. “There were dozens of people in that park with us,” he told him, calming down. “Not every person that comes within range of her, is going to try and harm her. I certainly never would, and would never, allow anyone else to either. Y/n is as safe with me, if not safer, than she is with you.”

“Oh, you thinks so?”

“I know so.” Clark answered, a sharp tone in his voice. “You're just a mortal human. You get stabbed with a knife and you're fucked.”

“You think since you can take the hit of a bomb, you're better than me at protecting my baby sister.”

“She's not a baby anymore, Bruce.” Clark snapped, that upset him more than anything else in this conversation. “She's an adult, and you need to start treating her like one. You're not pissed off about what happened last night, you're afraid that she might fall in love me.”

“I'm not afraid she might fall in love with you.” He growled, raking a hand over his face and turning away from him.

“Then, what are you afraid of?” He demanded, leaning against the table.

“I'm afraid of her getting hurt.” Bruce said, quietly. “Especially, because I know she's already in love with you.”

“She is?” Clark asked, shocked and staring wide eyed at Bruce's back.

“Yes.” He sighed. “But, I can't allow that.”

“Why?” Clark groaned, rolling his eyes. “Cause I'm an alien.”

“Because, you're Superman.” He answered, spinning back around to look Clark in the face. “How many enemies do you have, that are looking for you to have a weak point? She would be that weak point, Clark.”

“She's your weak point as Batman.” Clark argued, sitting down at the table. “She's your weak point as normal Bruce Wayne, richest man in the world.”

Bruce huffed, sitting down at the table across from him. “I know she is, that's why I go so far out of my way, to protect her.”

“And you don't think, I can do the same?”

“I know you can,” Bruce sighed, feeling older than he really was. “I'm just not use to having to share her, is all.”

Clark laughed and shook his head at that. “We can protect her together, Bruce.” He told him, leaning over the table to him. “It doesn't have to be one or the other of us. It doesn't have to be Clark Kent vs Bruce Wayne, or Batman vs Superman, all the time. We found our common ground on protecting Earth in the Justice League, and we can find the common ground of protecting y/n.”

“I don't want you to tell her, you're Superman.”

“Does she know you're Batman?”

“She does.” Bruce nodded, checking his watch.

“But, you want me to lie to her about who I am?” Clark narrowed his eyes at him.

“She found out about me being Batman on accident.” Bruce told him, meeting his eye. “She found Alfred tending to one of the injuries I sustained after our battle with Steppenwolf. Wasn't like I could exactly lie to her after that.” He ran a hand through his hair, remembering the look on your face when you walked in on them. “But, you're Superman, you won't have that issue.”

“You do recall my dying?” Clark asked, cocking an eyebrow at Bruce.

“The kryptonite was destroyed when you killed that monster, Clark. There's no more of it on Earth, and probably the universe. It's nothing you have to concern yourself with anymore. What you do need to concern yourself with now, if you choice to pursue my sister, is her safety and keeping her in the dark about who you are. We both know the more she knows about who we are, and what we do, is more a danger to her life.”

You sat, cross legged, on Clark's couch with a bowl of cereal balanced in your lap as you watched the news, in one of Clark's plaid shirts. You spent more time in Clark's flat now-a-days then you did your own, and were content to do so. Clark appeared in the door way of his bedroom, watching you as you ate, momentarily oblivious to his presence. He grinned seeing you in his shirt, only three of the center buttons closed to keep the over-sized garment on your small frame, even then it slipped down one of your shoulders. He could still smell the lingering scent of sex from the night before and earlier in that morning.

“You sleep well?” He asked, stepping into the living room.

“I always manage to sleep like a baby, with you.” You told him, looking up at him as you took another bite of your coco puffs.

“That makes me feel good.” He chuckled, leaning down to kiss the top of your head, then padded into the kitchen to make himself some breakfast. “What's your day looking like?” He asked, glancing around the corner to look at the tv.

“I have to go into work at the lab in an hour or so, then two board meetings.” You answered, setting your bowl on the coffee table, and grabbing the remote to turn up the news. “I do have another conference in Jordan in two days, some issue going on with one of Wayne labs there. Bruce is sending me over to deal with it, since the rep that's there now, is doing fuck all.” You explained, frowning at the news.

“How long will you be gone?” Clark asked, his own eyes glued to the tv as he made his breakfast.

“Shouldn't be more than a week,” You replied, absentmindedly. “With any luck of them being competent.”

“Well, if they're not competent enough to listen to you, they're in real trouble.” Clark joked, reassuring himself that what was happening on the news, wasn't something he needed to rush out and present Superman too.

“I'll fire every last one of the idiots, if they fucking try me.” You said, rolling your eyes at the thought of them giving you issues, which you knew, with men of their caliber and brains, they most certainly would.

“Well, it gives us enough time.” Clark told you, coming to sit down beside you on the couch.

“Enough time for what?” You frowned, turning your head to look at him.

“I wanted to ask you something.” He told you, resting his plate on his thigh.

“Oh, god.” You moaned, seeing the seriousness in his eyes. “Perry didn't fire you, did he?”

Clark laughed, shaking his head. “No, I'm still a reporter at the Daily Planet.” He assured you, with a blush. “We've been dating for a year now...”

“Yeeah..”

“I was going to ask, if you wanted to move in with me...” He said it slowly and quietly, not quite meeting your eyes. “You practically live here anyway.” He added, with a nervous laugh and looking around his flat, he could identify more of your things than his own, in the living room alone.

“That's a serious commitment, Clark. “ You said, just as slowly.

“I know it is.” He told you, pushing the food on his plate around with his fork. “I thought, maybe, we were at that point...”

“Bruce would have a heart attack.” You chuckled, at the thought.

Bruce didn't like the thought of you dating Clark, he didn't like you spent so much time with him, especially in between the sheets. But, he'd stopped nagging you about being with him, almost a year ago. He still gave you disgruntled remarks when you spoke about Clark in his presence, and he always seemed a tiny bit on edge, when the three of you were in the same room together. You didn't care what Bruce thought or felt on the subject, you were happy and content with Clark, the relationship the two of you had together. You'd also never been in such a serious relationship with someone, that you moved in with them, either.

“Does his opinion, matter so much, that it would make an impact on our relationship?” Clark asked, concerned it would, Bruce had promised to ease up on his attitude towards him and his love for you, but, Clark also knew, that what Bruce thought and said mattered to you.

“No.” You shook your head, resting your hand on his arm. “No, Clark, it wouldn't.” You tried to sound as convincing as possible, but could tell by his expression, it wasn't enough. “Just...give me until I come back from my trip, to decide?” You asked, biting your lip.

“Take all the time you need.” He smiled, leaning in to kiss you.

You smiled at him and kissed him back, before getting up to get dressed and rush off to work. You left on your business trip two days later, and both you and Clark called it, when the people in charge of the Wayne Biotech lab in Jordan would give you trouble and annoy the hell out of you. Your temples throbbed as you fell back on your hotel room bed, staring up at the ceiling, the arguments you had with the board still bouncing around your brain, making the migraine you had worse.

“Bunch of brain dead morons.” You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

A loud crash from outside your room door startled you up out of bed, you stumbled away as the door flew open, your back hitting the wall behind you as a disguised man stepped through the opening. The only thing you could see on him, was his eyes, and you didn't like what you saw in them. He advanced towards you, putting you into instant fight or flight mode, and decided to do both. Picking up the closest thing to you, the lamp on your bedside table, and launched it at him, before scurrying over your bed and making for the door. You'd almost made it down to the lift, when he caught up with you, grabbing you by the back of your hair and painfully yanking you backwards against him.

“Hello, Ms. Wayne.” A woman called stepping into the hall from another room.

“Who the fuck are you?” You panted, struggling against your captor. “What do you want?”

“I'm Pamela Evans.” She grinned at you, giving you a once over. “And I want to know about the advanced gene development project you and your brother are working on.”

“We're not working on gene development.” You growled, bearing your teeth at her.

“My sources say otherwise.” Pamela said, grabbing you by the jaw.

“Your sources are fucking brain dead.” You snapped, jerking your head out of her hand.

“I don't believe you.” She growled, giving you a super dirty look.

“That's your issue.” You growled back. “Wayne labs and Industries have never, and will never, do research on the type gene development, you're apparently going on about. Whoever is doing it, is a mad scientist asking for trouble.”

“You see,” Pamela brought her face inches from yours. “I've seen the files on your and Bruce's computers. So, you're going to tell me all about it.”

“You're delusional.” You shook your head the little you could with the man's hand still tight in your hair. “Fuck.” You gasped suddenly, feeling a cold tingle in your thigh and glanced down to see her pull a small pocket knife out. “You don't understand we're no....”

“No, sweetheart, it's you that doesn't understand.” Pamela mocked you, pulling something out of her shoulder purse. “We're going to get that research out of you, one way or another.” She pressed something to your neck and you felt a sharp pain. “I'll give you long enough to sleep off your nap, to tell me.” She said, as the black fog around the edges of your eyes grew and your body went limp.

You woke up God knows how long later, shackled to a concrete wall in a dimly lit room. There were no windows in the square concrete room, a single light set deep into the center of the ceiling and a metal table and a single chair below that. There was a thick metal door opposite of you with a slot window set in it. You were drawn to the sound of that opening, a pair of eyes looking in on you, then slamming shut again. It was several minutes before the actual door itself opened, and in walked Pamela and a man, the man from the hotel. Even with him out of his disguised, you could identify those eyes from a mile away.

“Good morning, Ms. Wayne.” Pamela smiled, giving you a smile that would have made Mary Poppins sick. “Or is it night, Eli?” She asked, turning to the man, who just shrugged his shoulders. “Doesn't matter, have you decided to give me the information I've asked for?” She asked, turning back to you.

“I told you, it doesn't exist.” You told her, groggy and fearful, your thigh throbbed and you could feel a small steady stream of blood ooze from it, leaving a puddle around your foot. “Messing with human genes is dangerous, and ridiculous.” You tried to reason with her.

“Then, what's this?” Pamela asked, pulling a sheet of paper from the table and bring it closer for you to see. “That's an email, from you to your brother on the subject. Telling him, that it was possible for such advancement.”

“It's opinion, not research.” You panted, trying to keep your anxiety at bay. “Someone at one of my brother's many business ventures wanted to know if he thought it was possible to do so, and my brother asked me.” You explained to her. “While, I think it might be possible for such development and advancement, neither of us are conducting research to find out. It's purely academic.”

“Why do you think it's possible?” Pamela questioned, turning her back to you and setting the paper back down on the table.

“I believe anything is possible, with the right circumstances and factors.” You told her, focusing on her back.

“Do you think you could achieve it, if you were to try it?”

“I don't know, and I wouldn't try.” You told her, honestly and shook your head at the thought.

“Even if, your life depended on it?” Pamela asked, smirking at you as she leaned back against the table, to look at you.

“My life, for the lives of all the failed test subjects it would more than likely take to prefect it?” You summed up her thoughts, you knew the math on how many people would be needed to be experimented on, and the decades it would take to achieve on top of that. “Yes, then I'd die, to prevent you and anyone else from trying it.” You nodded, confident in that choice.

“Well, let's see if we could,” She shrugged her shoulders, glancing at Eli. “persuade you.”

Eli dropped a rolled up bag onto the table with a emphasized thump, and rolled it open, revealing several instruments, you didn't need to be a Scientist to know were about to be used to torture and, likely, kill you. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to calm your heart and make peace with your choice. Eli removed something from one of the pockets, it looked like an ice pick or something, and moved over to you, running the sharp tip down your chest, between your breasts and down your stomach.

“Change your mind now, or I'll let Eli have his fun.” Pamela tried to give you a chance.

“No.” You said in a small, but steady voice.

Pamela waved her hand at Eli, and he easily sank the object into your stomach next to your belly button. You howled in pain, yanking on your bonds as Eli slowly removed it, grinning at you like a little boy on Christmas morning. Eli, luckily, didn't get far in the quest to torture you to death, as serious commotion sounded from the other side of the closed steel door, catching the attention of all three of you. Pamela looked to Eli, then hesitated for a moment, but she moved to the door, she'd just rested her hand on it, when it blew off the hinges, launching her halfway across the room. Eli dropped his weapon and moved away from you, as a figure stepped through the dusty doorway.

“Superman!” He snapped, jaw falling open.

Superman looked from Pamela under the heavy steel door, Eli backing up into a corner and You chained to the wall, head lulling and struggling to keep your heavy eyelids open to stay conscious. He wasted no time dispatching Eli, throwing him across the room as another figure stepped through the doorway and made for you, cupping your head in their hands.

“Y/n?”

You blinked several times, shaking your head and trying to clear way the heaviness in your mind. “Bruce?” You panted, recognizing your brother's voice through the fog.

“It's alright, sis.” Bruce reassured you, taking something out of the utility belt of his Batman suit and cutting you free. “We've got you now. You're safe.” He supported your weight against his body and turned to Clark, standing above Eli's lifeless body, in all his Superman glory.

Clark looked at the pair of you and the pure anger on his face melted, seeing you. “She's hurt.” He said, crossing the room to you, cupping your face in his hands. “She's bleeding internally, whatever they stabbed her with, nicked her intestines. If we don't stop the blood now, she'll bleed to death.”

“I have something on the plane.” Bruce said, lifting your shirt and grimacing at the wound to your stomach.

“It'll take too long.” Clark said, shoving everything off the metal table. “Lay her down, I'll cauterize the wound.”

“I'm not letting you heat vision my sister.” Bruce snapped, shaking his head and shifting your weight against him, to support you as you grew limper against him.

“Bruce, she's going to die, if I don't!” Clark barked, impatiently, resting his hand on your shoulder. “I know what I'm doing, I've done it before.” He tried to reassure him.

“Trust me.” He added, quietly.

Bruce sighed, and let Clark lift you up and lay you down carefully on the table. Clark peeled up your bloody shirt, biting his lip as he saw the wound to your stomach and noticed the one to your thigh. He glanced up through the opening and pressed his lips together, hearing more people coming.

“We've got more guests on the way.” He told Bruce, over his shoulder, trying to keep his focus on you.

“I'll deal with them.” Bruce said, moving around the table and out of the room.

“Y/n.” Clark whispered, resting his hand on your cheek. “Y/n, look at me.”

You blinked hard and groaned as Clark put pressure to your wound, you looked up at the blurry double face hovering above you. “Clark?” You whined, blinking repeatedly trying to clear the strange look your boyfriend had. “Clark?” You repeated his name, stronger this time, but no less confused by what you saw.

“Yeah, sweetheart.” He forced a smile, brushing your hair out of your sweaty and grimy face. “I'm going to stop the bleeding, but it's going to hurt, a lot.” He warned you, with a pained expression. “But, you have to hold still and trust me.”

“I've always trusted you, Clark.” You groaned, wincing.

“Good.” He panted, sounding relieved. “Take my hand.” He told you, slipping his hand into yours. “And squeeze as hard as you have too, baby.” He instructed you, his eyes turning red.

You screamed at the top of your lungs at the excruciating burn to your already agonizing wound, squeezing Clark's hand so tight, it felt like the bones of your hand were going to shatter. You'd passed out from the pain and came to sometime later, finding yourself in bed on one of the family jets and Clark sitting on the edge of the bed beside you, holding your hand in his.

“Clark?” You whined, squeezing your eyes shut at the bright lights.

“You're all right, y/n.” He told you, letting your hand go to turn off the lights, and pull down the window covering. “You're safe now, love.” He promised, sitting back down next to you, and brushing his fingers through your hair.

“How?” You moaned, opening your eyes to look at him.

Clark blushed, looking away from you and biting into his lip.

“You're-” You blinked up at him, your mind finally connecting. “Superman.”

He nodded his head, taking your hand and rubbing your knuckles with his thumb.

“That's why Bruce was so set against us.” You nodded, regretting it. “He didn't want me dating you because you're Superman, and you two are practically enemies.”

“We're not enemies anymore, y/n.” Bruce said, appearing in the room. “Clark and I are in Justice League together.”

“Jesus.” You sighed, looking up at the ceiling. “The two most important people in my life, have lied to me, to such a degree.”

“We were trying to protect you.” Bruce tried to reason with you.

“Protect me?” You snapped, turning your head towards him. “That bitch kidnapped and tried torturing me, because she thought we were trying to do research on advanced gene development, Bruce. I can imagine what she'd have done if she knew by brother, is Batman, and my boyfriend, is Superman.” You looked at both of them, angrily.

“Advanced Gene Development?” Clark frowned at you. “Why would she think that?”

“Someone contacted Bruce about the possibility of it, and he and I discussed it.” You explained, no less angry. “She got a hold of the emails we exchanged on the subject, thinking we were actually doing it.”

“But, we're not.” Bruce frowned at you, as well. “I wonder how she got those emails as well, they're supposed to be secure.”

“Well, she's got people in a high enough place in the company to get a hand on them.” You snapped at him, annoyed. “Were you ever going to tell me, you're Superman?” You asked, turning your attention to Clark.

“I wanted too.” He whispered, dropping his eyes to your hand.

You rolled your eyes over to Bruce, narrowing them as he refused to look at you. “The fuck of men.” You growled, looking away from both of them.

“He's an alien.” Bruce mumbled, fidgeting with his watch.

“He's got a dick. I know, I've seen it.” You snapped at him, eye twitching. “He's a man. A man from another planet, but a man, nonetheless.”

“I didn't want to know that.” Bruce groaned, squeezing his eyes shut.

“And, it's not your business what Clark decides to tell me.” You told him, sharply. “Especially, in reference to my and his relationship, Bruce.” You winced, pushing yourself up more against the pillows piled behind your back.

“You are my wa...”

“I haven't been your god damn ward for over ten years, Bruce!” You shouted at him. “That ended the hour I became eighteen, and you know it! Stop trying to be dad, you're not dad and you never fucking will be! He'd have let me be a long time ago, he'd let me be my own woman, instead of trying to control what I do with my life and who I see, whether they're from this planet or not.”

“I'm your brother, it's my job to protect you.” He shouted back, turning to you.

“Protect me!” You yelled, your voice cracking. “Not keep me prisoner and suffocate me!”

“Let's calm down.” Clark said in a calm voice, squeezing your leg.

“NO!” Both you and Bruce yelled at him at the same time, and making his sensitive ears twitch with the volume.

“You're staying home with me.” Bruce seethed at you, but his tone was quieter.

“Fuck you!” You barked, your voice still loud.

“You're not safe on your own, y/n.” He tried to reason with you, again. “Whoever these people are, who think we're doing advanced gene development, are going to try and get their hands on you again.”

“And you're safe, cause you're fucking Batman.” You mocked him, rudely.

“That,” Bruce snapped back at you, snarky. “and I'm not the head Scientist at the biggest Biotech laboratory, and company, in the world. You, out of anyone on this planet, can make that advanced development happen, and these people know this.”

“As I told that bitch,” You told him, crossing your arms. “I'd rather die. The decades it would take to perfect the genes for testing. Then, the number of lives, the trials would claim to attune the genes for the subject, is astronomical. If, I was the person that could manage to pull this off, perfect the genes, and find the correct subject for them; there's between a five to ten percent chance, it would even work.”

“What would such an advancement even be used for?” Clark asked, leveling an eyebrow at you.

“Anything.” You shrugged, looking at him, brows creased. “You could edit a person's genes for anything, from preventing certain illnesses. Body characteristics, like if you wanted them to be tall and muscular. You could delete genes, so they felt no pain or be more aware of it. You could engineer super soldiers, or make it possible for people to have a long life span. There's so many options, and they're only limited by imagination and technology.” You rubbed the crease between your brows, feeling a stress and tension migraine forming.

“You could create the Earth equivalent of me.” Clark summed it up, a sick feeling in his stomach.

“Yes.” You nodded, that thought hadn't occurred to you. “Pretty much.”

“So, do you understand, why you're not safe?” Bruce sighed, feeling the tension knot up his shoulders. “You need to be somewhere safe, until we get this sorted out.”

“They'll look for her anywhere Wayne Industries is affiliated.” Clark said, softly, rubbing at his neck and looking at Bruce.

“I can have Alfred find us a safe house for her.” Bruce agreed, nodding his head.

“I'll take her home with me.” Clark said, smiling gently at you.

“Your flat isn't safe.” Bruce stated, looking between the two of you.

“I know, it's not.” He answered, still watching you. “I mean, I'll take her to my mom's, in Smallville. No one's going to look for her in Kansas, it's such a small and middle of nowhere town. I'll take time off from the Daily Planet, and stay there with her to make sure she's looked after. My mother could use my help on the farm, anyway.”

“Is this your way of introducing me to your mother?” You grinned, teasingly.

Clark laughed, blushing and nodded his head. “I guess, it is a way to think of it.”

“I like his idea.” You told Bruce, looking at your brother. “He's got a point.”

Bruce sighed, his shoulders slumping, he was begrudged to agree with both of you on the subject. “I'll have the pilot redirect us towards Smallville.”

“You shouldn't.” Clark said, stopping Bruce as he headed out. “If anyone notices a Wayne plane landing at the airport in Great Bend, it'll be a dead giveaway, that's something's going on.”

“Then, how do you propose on getting y/n to your mother's farm?” Bruce asked, cocking an eyebrow at him.

A lopsided smirk pulled on one corner of Clark's mouth as he looked at you, eyes sparkling. A slow grin pulled across your lips as you caught on to what Clark was suggesting, and you were more than cool with Superman flying you to his parent's farm. Bruce groaned as he figured out the same thing, rolling his eyes and throwing up his arms, he couldn't fight you two being together and he couldn't fight doing what he had to do, so you were safe.

“Fine.” He sighed, deflated. “We'll land in G.I. Airport as scheduled, and you can take y/n to Smallville from there.”

Clark nodded, pressing your knuckles to his lips. “We'll stop by my place, so we can get a couple changes of clothes before we go.”

“You have clothes at his place?” Bruce asked, looking at you, surprised.

“I've been staying at Clark's a lot the last couple of months, so it's just easier to keep some clothing there.” You answered, blushing at Clark. “He also asked me to move in with him.” You added.

“You never did get the chance to answer me.” He reminded you, glancing up at you.

“I know.” You replied, nodding and biting your lip.

Bruce looked at the two of you, then quietly excused himself and gave the pair of you space and privacy.

“I think, I'd like to move in with you, Clark.” You told him, carefully leaning forward and brushing your fingers through his short curly hair. “I want to take us more seriously.” You admitted, smiling sweetly at him.

“I'd love nothing less, than the same.” He smiled back at you, leaning in and kissing you, tenderly, on the lips.

You rested back, wincing that the discomfort of your stomach. You peeled back your shirt and grimaced at it, even though Clark had cauterized the wound, it still hurt and was tender as hell. Clark gently traced the tips of his fingers around the wound, mindful of sensitive areas and looked up at you, sadness in his blue eyes. You reached out and cupped his cheek in your hand, caressing his skin with your thumb and gave him back a similar sad expression, but one tinged with love and trust.

“It's going to take a bit of time for you to heal.” He told you, his fingers moving down to your torn and stained jeans, where Pamela stabbed you in the thigh. “You'll have scars...”

“I'm use to having scars.” You told him, resting your hand on his shoulder. “Inside and outside.”

The jet landed in Gotham International Airport, Clark easily carried you off the plane and to the car Bruce had waiting for the three of you. You rested your head on Clark's shoulder, you'd tried to sleep on the plane, but you couldn't get comfortable enough. Clark wrapped his arm around your shoulders and rested his cheek on top of your head. The chauffeur dropped the both of you off at Clark's flat, you said good-bye to Bruce, who promised to keep in touch and visit, if he could. You managed for first stairwell and a half up to Clark's flat before the pain in your leg became too much, and Clark carried you the last of the way up. He set you down on the couch and went into the bedroom, dumping his gym bag on his bed, then shoved yours and his clothes into it.

“Okay, I think that should tide us over.” He said, slinging the bag over his shoulders. “If not, I still have clothing at my mother's...”

“And I can always buy some.” You chuckled, smiling up at him. “So, how do we do this, Superman?” You asked, looking up at him.

“Let's go up to the roof.” He told you, going around the coffee table and picking you up into his arms. “It's a good launching pad, since this is the tallest building in a decent radius.” He explained, taking you up the stairs to the roof.

“I'm guessing that was a factor in your renting the place.” You teased him, hugging your arms around his neck.

Clark blushed at you, smiling guiltily. “It was.” He admitted, standing in the middle of the roof. “Hold on really tight and take a deep breath, hold it and I'll let you know, when to let it out, okay?” He explained to you, shifting your weight comfortably.

You nodded, hugging your arms tighter around his neck and took a few breaths, then held it. Giving you a nod of warning, Clark flexed and both of you rocketed into the clouds with an insane speed. What would have taken almost four hours, nonstop, on a normal flight, took less than twenty minutes for Clark to achieve. You panted as he carefully set you down on the dirt driveway of his childhood home. You heard the screen door open and saw a beautiful, older woman step out onto the porch, shading her eyes from the mid afternoon sun.

“Clark?” She called, taking a step down off the porch.

“Hey, Mom.” Clark grinned at her, his hand slipping into yours. “Mom, this is y/n.” He introduced you as she came closer to you both.

“She's the one you've been telling me about?” She asked, grinning at you, brightly. “It's so nice to finally meet you.” She said, giving you a hug.

“It's nice to finally meet you as well, Mrs. Kent.” You smiled, hugging her back.

“Oh, please, call me Martha.” She told you, holding you at arm's length, making your heart skip a beat, finding out the Clark's mother's name was the same as your own mother. “What are you two doing here?”

“Um,” Clark blushed, looking down at Hank as he sniffed around his feet. “There was a bit of trouble, and I need somewhere safe to keep y/n, until her brother and I figure it out.” He told his mother, patting the dog on the head.

“What kind of trouble?” Martha asked, looking between the two of you, and noticed the blood on your jeans and shirt. “Good lord.” She gasped, pressing a hand to her chest.

“Mom, it'll be all right.” Clark said, resting his hand on her shoulder and pulling her into a hug. “I'm staying here with you guys, I'll help you around the farm. I know there's a few projects dad started and that I promised to finish.” He pulled back, smiling at her encouragingly.

She stood there, quietly looking up at her son, worried and concerned, but you could see that hint of relief on her face, as well. “Why don't we get you two inside.” She said finally, turning and motioning to the house.

Relieved himself, Clark picked you back up and carried you up onto the porch, stopping as he caught the look on your face. “What is it?”

“I feel like you're carrying me over the threshold, on our wedding night.” You chuckled, resting your hand on his cheek as he blushed.

“I'd be a lucky man, to have you as my wife.” He smiled, teasing you and kissing you softly on the lips as he walked into the house.

Clark carried you upstairs to his bedroom, flicking the light on and setting you down on the double bed. He dropped the bag on the floor and pushed open the window, letting in the cool late summer breeze into the room. with the sound of the wind ruffling the corn stalks, tree branches and tall grass. It felt surreal to you, even the few times you stayed at the country cottage Bruce bought you, there was a busy road not far from it, so you never completely lost the busy city feel. But, here in Smallville, there was none of that, you were literally miles from the busiest road, just endless farm fields, nature and the occasional bark from Hank down in the yard.

“It's so quiet.” You commented, laying back in his bed and grinning at the hanging planets above it.

“Is that going to bother you, city girl?” Clark teased, sitting next to you on the bed, looking up at the planets with you, and tenderly rubbing your good thigh.

“I find it disconcerting, that I can hear my own thoughts without them being interrupted by a car horn, siren or someone yelling a rude comment at someone else.” You teased back, with a giggle. “But, I love how peaceful it is.” You added, in a softer tone, eyes flicker back to his.

“That's one of the things I love about being raised here.” He told you, shifting to lay down on his back, beside you. “It took me a long time to hone my powers, so I didn't hear every huge and microscopic thing. I would sit in the corn field, and just zone everything out, except the sound the stalks made when the wind rustled them, or fixate on a bird, singing in its nearby nest.”

“Are they hard to deal with in a city like Metropolis?” You asked, turning your head to look at him, slipping your hand into his.

“At first it was, cause there's so much sound and its so quick, if that makes sense.” He answered, still looking at the planets. “But, over time, I fine tuned it, and I'm able to control it now, no matter where I am.” He explained, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.

“That's good.” You smiled, shifting uncomfortably.

Clark turned his head towards you, sensing your pain. “Can I do anything?” He asked, brushing his fingertips over your cheek.

“Not unless one of your super powers, is relieving pain.” You quipped, weakly.

“Sadly, I don't have that super power.” He frowned, sympathetically. “How about a bath instead?” He offered. “Get you cleaned up and into clean clothes, the hot water might even help.”

You let your eyes drift shut at the thought of a nice hot bath, washing off all the grim, dry sweat and blood off your body. “Join me?” You asked, tilting your face towards him, hopeful.

A grin pulled across his lips, and he sat up on the edge of the bed. “Can you make it that far?” He asked, motion to the bathroom door on the other side of the room with a raise of an eyebrow.

“If I can't limp three hops to the bathroom.” You said, sitting up beside him. “You might as well put me down.” You chuckled, but the glint in Clark's eye told you, he didn't find it funny. “I can make it.” You told him, kissing his cheek and propelling yourself up and hopped into the bathroom. “Tah-dah!”

That did make Clark smile, getting up to join you. He helped you peel off your shirt, unbuttoned and unzipped your jeans, carefully tugging them down over your wound. He hadn't cauterized the wound there, Pamela had managed to miss any major or troublesome veins, so it had stopped bleeding sometime ago. It still cut through muscle and nerves, making it hard and largely uncomfortable to walk, or limp for that matter. Letting you lean back against the sink, Clark drew the bath and helped ease you into, before taking off his own clothing. You slid forward, letting him slip in behind you and then eased back, resting against his broad and strong chest, melting as his arms locked around you, his chin resting on top of your head. You both just rested in the hot bath, eyes closed and enjoying the safe and peaceful tranquility of the moment. You could hear Clark's mom bumping around downstairs, humming to herself.

“She's making dinner.” Clark suddenly said, as he read your mind.

“Hm.” You hummed, feeling your stomach growl as the mention of food. “It sounds, and smells, amazing.” You commented back, resting your hands on his as they rested on your waist.

“You want some help, cleaning up?” He asked, tilting his head to look at you.

“How can I say no, to a handsome man, offering to wash me?” You laughed, nodding your head.

“You can't.” Clark laughed, softly, into your ear, pressing his lips to your neck.

Clark let you sit up, between his legs, and picked up the soap and a wash cloth. It felt incredible to have his strong hands on your body, rubbing the soapy cloth into your skin and massaging the tight and stressed knots of muscle in your back. He was mindful of your wounds, rinsing away the soap, before letting your hair down, attentively pouring water over your head to wet your hair, then gently working the shampoo into your hair and scalp, making you moan at the amazing feel. Hair and body washed, Clark helped you out of the tub and dry off, you limped back into his bedroom, picking the bag up off the floor and digging through it for your clothes, while Clark took a shower. You limped downstairs, looking at all the family photos that lined the wall going down the steps, smiling at the younger Clark. You found Martha in the kitchen, stirring something that was in the pot on the stove.

“See you got cleaned up.” She said, smiling as she noticed you standing in the kitchen doorway. “Must feel nice after what you've been through.”

“Incredibly so.” You nodded, taking a seat at the kitchen island. “Dinner smells good.” You complimented her.

“Thank you.” She answered, giving you another smile. “So, tell me, how did you and Clark meet?” She asked, putting a lid on the pot and turning to you.

You blushed, brushing your wet hair behind your ear. “I met him, when he was doing an article on the Charity Gala my brother, Bruce and I, were hosting. He interviewed me at it, and we just kept running into each other, until we fell in love.” You told her, smiling.

“Your brother, Bruce?” Martha asked, brow slowly creasing. “Bruce Wayne? You're Bruce Wayne's sister?”

“I am.” You nodded, frowning back at her.

“He's the one that helped Clark and I get the house back.” She told you, her eyes a bit glassy at the memory.

“Get your house back, how did he do that?”

“Clark was...gone for a while, and while he was away I fell behind in the bank payments, and they foreclosed on the house.” She explained to you, turning back to the stove, needing a psychical distraction. “Your brother and Clark are friends, and he helped us get the house back from the bank.”

“The Smallville Union Bank?” You asked, lifting an eyebrow at her back.

“Yes, you know it?” Martha asked, looking at you over her shoulder.

“Yeah...” You nodded slowly, shocked. “My brother, he bought the bank, out right...” You told her, glancing around as it struck you why Bruce had bought the bank.

“He did it,” Clark's voice came suddenly. “as a gift to me.” he explained, sliding into the seat beside you.

“That's so incredibly sweet of him.” Martha beamed at the two of you, touched.

“It really is.” You agreed, dumbstruck, and looking at Clark, who offered you a small smile, his hand squeezing your knee.

You'd stayed on the Kent farm for nearly two months before Bruce finally did come to visit. He hadn't even so much as call, or send any other type of communication to you, while you were there. He feared that if he did, the people that hurt you would pick up where you were and come after you. So, when he showed up on the porch early one morning, you knew it was because he'd found something out about the people wanting to know about the Advanced Gene Development.

“Bruce?” You said, stepping out on to the porch with him, you'd healed well enough by now that you only had a minor limp. “Did you find out anything?” You asked, feeling your anxiety rise.

Clark had been asleep upstairs, and sensed the rise in your anxiety, he'd become quite attuned to you in the past two months, even more so than he had the year you two spent together back in Metropolis. He figured it was because you two spent every waking moment together, from sun up to sun down, you'd just become synced to him. You also found you really liked the small life of Smallville, quiet and not many people, helping Martha in her garden, and Clark on various of the farm projects; he'd even taught you how to fix the tractor in the barn. So, when he sensed your anxiety, even while dead asleep, he was up and at the screen door in a microsecond.

“Clark.” Bruce greeted him, lifting an eyebrow at the fact Clark was only in his boxers.

“Bruce.” He greeted him back, unbothered.

“I came with news.” Bruce said, turning his eyes back to you.

“Well?” You pressed, sitting down on the porch swing.

“Seems three of the CEOs in the company were working for Pamela Evans, she'd corrupted them.” he started to explain, pacing the length of the porch, which gave you an even more unsettled feeling. “They, ironically, call themselves, the Council,”

“How ominous.” You rolled your eyes, rocking back and forth on the swing.

“It was a rogue group, trying to reproduce and enhance humans,” He looked at Clark, and sighed. “to try and fight any more aliens that might try and take over the planet.”

“Such as Superman.” You understood, glancing at Clark yourself.

“Luckily, they're a small group and easily taken care of.” Bruce went on, leaning back against the porch railing. “I've tracked down most of them, and dispatched them. But, there's one person left, the leader of the group.”

“Pamela wasn't?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“No.” Bruce shook his head and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Then, who is?” Clark asked, moving to sit on the swing with you.

“His name is Oliver Maddox.” He sighed, rubbing his scruffy face. “He has a very small and faint paper trail, a trail that leaves behind a lot of bodies.” He pressed his lips together, looking at you with a down turned face.

“So, where is Maddox?” Clark asked, on edge.

“I was hoping, you'd help me find him, Clark.” Bruce told him, lifting his head. “If we can eliminate him, then the group will fall apart, and y/n will be safe again.”

“Give me everything you have on him,” Clark told him, adamant. “And I'll take care of him.”

The tone of Clark's voice worried you, but you trusted him. Bruce gave Clark the file on Oliver Maddox, but declined to stay at the farm, even for breakfast, saying he had pressing matters to deal with inside Wayne Industries. You understood that with the corrupted CEOs he had to get rid of, there would be a lot of paperwork and damage control to take of. You sat on Clark's bed after breakfast, worried over the prospect of Clark going after Oliver Maddox, and potentially killing him.

“Y/n.” Clark whispered, leaning against the door jam, and frowned when you didn't answer him. He pushed off the door frame and moved to you, cupping your face in his hands. “Y/n.” He said your name, even softer this time.

You blinked up at him. “You're going to kill him, aren't you?” you asked, quietly.

Clark sank to his knees, moving his hands to hold both of your in his, pressing his lips to your fingers. “If I have to, then, I will.” He whispered, against your knuckles. “But, I will bring him to justice, and keep you safe, y/n.”

You leaned forward and kissed him, deeply, holding his head in your hands. Clark slipped his hands up your arms, gripping your shoulders for a moment, before his hands glided down your back and his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him, so your legs wrapped around him. He stood up, supporting you with one arm under your butt, turning long enough to close the bedroom door, and lay you back down on the bed. He pulled your sweats and panties off, shoving down his boxers enough to get himself free. You ran your fingers through his hair, fingertips caressing his neck and shoulders, nails racking, harshly, down his lean back and dug into his round ass, making him moan and growl into your neck as he sucked on it. His hands went behind your knees, pushing them farther up and rubbing himself against you, causing you to moan around your trapped lip as you bit into it, and you felt his cock grow and harden against your wet core.

“Clark.” You mewled, breathless, using the advantage of your hands grasping his plentiful ass to jerk his hips against you.

“Y/n.” He groaned back, his eyes squeezing shut at the feel of you.

Sex between the two of you had always been balanced and gentle, but this time it wasn't, it felt desperate and rough, like you needed to keep each other grounded by pure force. Clark rocked his hips into you, driving himself deeper into you each time, your hands moved up his back, hooked under his arms and around to his shoulders, nails breaking the skin at the top of his shoulders and making Clark hiss. The headboard knocked against the bedroom wall to the uneven and hard thrusts, catching Martha's attention as she walked into the house from picking vegetables from the garden, for that night's dinner. She looked up at the ceiling, hearing the faint noises the two of you were making, even above the banging headboard, blushed and shook her head.

“Let's go take a walk, Hank.” She called to the border collie, setting the vegetable basket on the counter. “Give the kids some space.” She chuckled, holding open the back door for the dog and following him out.

“I love you.” You moaned, pulling Clark into a kiss as you both came, needing the taste of him on your lips.

“I love you too, y/n.” Clark moaned into your mouth, brushing your hair out of your face.

It was the screen door slamming that woke you up an hour later, you found yourself alone and knew what was going on. You yanked on your sweats and ran down the stairs, your thigh throbbing from the excretion. Clark was standing a few feet away from the porch, long red cape blowing in the gentle breeze, he turned to you, the breath and words you were starting to form stuck in your throat, seeing him fully decked out in his Superman suit. It defined every muscle you worshiped and hugged the amazing curve of his ass. But, it made a huge swelling of pride burst from inside your chest, and a smile crossed your lips. You looked him in the eye, both of you smiling, both of you knowing what he was going to do, and why. Your feet didn't even touch the porch steps as your ran for him and found yourself wrapped up in his arms, his lips on yours.

“Go get them, Superman.” You whispered against his lips. “And don't be late for dinner, Clark.” You added, chuckling as you stepped back.

“I will, and I won't be.” He grinned, then shot up into the sky, a sonic boom punctuating his ascent, before he vanished into the clouds.

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The Ship of Monsters

Check me out, I’m being topical!  I had another review almost finished for today, but when I saw the news I knew I had to set that aside and find a movie about life on Venus.  This one is a ridiculous Mexican film starring Lorena Velazquez from Samson vs the Vampire Women (looking only slightly less like Cher) and one of those amazing cardboard robots you only get in the very worst of late 50’s and early 60’s sci-fi.

An atomic war on the planet Venus has killed off all the males, so an expedition is sent out in search of replacements, consisting of a native Venusian named Gamma, her Uranian navigator Beta, and their robot Tor.  After promising the Empress that they will bring back only the most manly of men, they wander the solar system a while collecting creatures with penises before an engine problem forces them to land on Earth.  The first human they meet there is Laureano Gomez, a singing cowboy with a well-earned reputation for telling tall tales.  One might assume one could predict the rest of the movie from there… but then Beta turns on Gamma and reveals that her true mission all along was to conquer a planet to feed the vampires of Uranus!

I gotta say… I did not see that coming.

The Ship of Monsters is supposed to be a comedy.  It’s seldom funny when it’s trying to be, although it mercifully avoids being the kind of desperately unfunny a lot of bad comedies are… possibly this is because it’s in Spanish, and by the time I’ve realized something is stupid there’s another subtitle to distract me. The jokes, such as they are, are pretty standard.  Tor the robot was created by an alien race, who were aware of Earth but never bothered exploring it because they thought the inhabitants weren’t very intelligent.  Laureano is in the habit of telling ridiculous stories to his drinking buddies, so of course when he claims the Earth is being invaded by space monsters they don’t believe him.  That sort of thing.  The movie is much funnier when it’s just showing us absurd situations, but to nobody’s surprise, The Ship of Monsters is at its funniest when it’s trying to be serious.

This hilarity comes in many forms, covering just about all the possible bases for a dirt-cheap 1960 sci-fi film.  We have spaceship sets made of cardboard, covered with buttons that don’t actually press and levers conveniently placed so people can bump into them during fight scenes.  We have Tor, with his tin can body that’s always a little dinged up but never in the same places, giving us clues as to what order the scenes might have been shot in.  He also has wiggly spring antennae and makes a little whirring noise every time he moves. We have space babes in silver bathing suits and glittery high heels.  Vampire-Beta, sporting plastic fangs that look like they came from the bottom of a cereal box, could be the female counterpart to the guy from Dracula vs Frankenstein, and the puppet used to represent her in flight is nearly as bad as the one from The Devil Bat.

The ‘monsters’ of the title are a bulging-brained Martian prince, a scaly cyclops, a spidery creature with venomous fangs, and the mobile skeleton of what appears to be a *damn worwelf (he tells us that his race has Evolved Beyond Flesh... apparently not Beyond Bones, though).  The costumes are all terrible, particularly the warwulf puppet, whose backbone extends into his mouth and who has to be carried around with his feet dangling in any shot that’s not a close-up.  It’s nice, though, that a little imagination went into them, and somebody gave a bit of thought to the idea that a monstrous appearance is relative.  The Martian tells Beta that he admires her ambition and might even marry her if she weren’t so ugly by his planet’s standards.

At the end, naturally, this alien invasion is defeated by Laureano, his twelve-year-old brother, and a cardboard robot, while Gamma just stands around and screams.  With a movie like this I expect nothing less.  The denouement contains my favourite intentional joke in the whole thing, in which Gamma stays on Earth with her True Love, and Tor the robot takes his, the Jukebox, back to Venus with him!  Tom Servo would have given a speech to congratulate the happy couple, and I can just see him breaking down into happy tears before he got five lines in.

(The wirwalf skeleton is not present at the climactic fight, by the way… no explanation is offered, and I strongly suspect that they broke the puppet trying.  I rather enjoy this omission, because it lets me imagine him getting lost or maybe buried by an enterprising dog, and finally finding his way back to the landing site only to learn that they’ve left without him.)

I called Laureano a cowboy but he only has one cow.  Her name is Lolobrijida and she is the very first time I have ever seen a movie spur a hero into action by killing his cow.  She gets a proper Teenagers from Outer Space death, with her skeleton left behind propped up by metal struts like a dinosaur in a museum!

I also called him a singing cowboy, which he is – there are several songs, including one in which he tries to explain to Gamma and Beta what ‘love’ means.  The songs have pleasant but forgettable Mexican pop melodies, and none of the lyrics make a whole lot of sense.  Being translated over-literally from Spanish probably didn’t do them any favours (my own Spanish tops out at yo no tengo dinero), but I still can’t imagine that the What Is Love song clarified anything.

Laureano himself comes across as kind of a fool, but he’s not actually a full-on idiot, which is quite important.  If he were the kind of one-dimensional ‘comedic nitwit’ embodied in characters like Dropo, or the janitor from Reptilicus, he’d be insufferable.  Laureano is no genius, but he’s got personality traits besides being stupid – he cares deeply for his little brother Chuy and for his animals, and he doesn’t treat Gamma and Beta’s appearance as two women for the price of one.  Very quickly he decides that Gamma is the one he loves, and he sticks to that, doing his best to let Beta down gently even when she offers to make him a king.  He’s also smart enough to trick Beta into dancing with him so he can steal the device she uses to control the rocket and Tor, and to listen to Gamma when she tells him about the various monsters’ weaknesses.

Gamma and Beta, on the other hand, don’t have a lot to them besides the basic fact that Gamma is the Nice One and Beta is Evil. Gamma starts out in the story with a strong sense of duty, and it’s a bit disappointing to see her abandon that because of Tru Luv.  I would have liked the ending better if she’d taken Laureano home with her so that the two of them could be the Adam and Eve of the new Venusian race.  Meanwhile, Beta shows no sign of any loyalty except to herself and her own ambition.  Her original mission, to secure Earth as a blood supply for the Uranians, falls by the wayside as she decides she’s going to conquer and rule the planet herself.

So The Ship of Monsters isn’t exactly a feminist manifesto, but neither is it complete misogynistic garbage like Project Moon Base.  The whole premise, after all, rests on a planet of women being able to develop space travel all on their own!  This is a fairly surprising plot point, because in many ‘planet of women’ movies like Fire Maidens of Outer Space or Cat Women of the Moon, the ladies need the virile Earth Men to come to them.

There’s also a little bit of actual science peeking out of the cracks.  The moment for launch of the rocket from Venus is determined by when ‘the elliptical orbits coincide’.  Launch timing is, indeed, a delicate art depending very much on what’s orbiting where. There’s also the moment when, trying to land on Earth, Gamma and Beta worry that the friction, combined with our oxygen-rich atmosphere, will set their ship on fire.  This stuff is pretty impressive coming from a time when the moon landing was still nearly a decade away.  There are even a couple of scenes in zero gravity that honestly aren’t totally terrible.  I mean, I’ve seen better, but I’ve also seen much, much worse.

There’s also one weirdly prescient moment when Laureano, telling one of his silly stories in the pub, describes being surrounded by dinosaurs – only to get a laugh a moment later when he mentions that they had beautiful plumage.  I’m not sure whether this is meant to be a joke in that Laureano is exaggerating an actual encounter with an angry bird into something more fearsome (I think we’re to assume that the whole story is totally made up), or whether it’s just supposed to be funny that Laureano thinks dinosaurs had feathers instead of scales.  Either way, it’s the equivalent of the moon Fornax in Menace from Outer Space being so reminiscent of Io.  There’s no way the writers could have known that, but it’s interesting nonetheless.

The Ship of Monsters is very cheap and very dumb, but it’s good fun for those of us who like crummy old alien invasion movies, and I recommend it to anybody in that demographic.  As for actual life on Venus… I feel like a lot of the people getting excited are too young to remember when Bill Clinton told the world that we had totally found life on Mars.  Humans have been discovering life on other planets for about two hundred years and every single one of those ‘discoveries’ has turned out to be either a mistake or an outright lie.  We have plenty enough to panic about this year without a Venusian invasion.

[brooklynislandgirl]

Primrose and marigold

With Your Flowers In Bloom || Accepting {primrose: Favorite kind of soup? // marigold: Do you listen to what's on the radio?}}

Beth pours coffee into her own cup, after having served Seren. This is the first time she can recall her sister in law coming to visit in New Orleans and maybe she's a little more enthused than she ought to be. Mostly perhaps because Hurricane Andrew had stayed back, catching up on work and taking care of the house, and because Noah, Dalisay, and Styxx are in the back yard playing safe and sound. The younger cousins are only a year apart and seem to think anything Noah does is the most fascinating thing in the world. Their laughter and shouts can be heard through the windows and the open French Doors that lead out to the lanai. Eventually both women will join them but sometimes it's necessary for a little space. At least that's what Beth keeps telling herself. And the first question asked of her is about soup, they're mulling around what to order for lunch, and Beth had thrown out a half dozen options. "I mean, wha' goes better with grilled cheese than a rich, classic tomato soup, right? An' then there's of course French Onion, which is also...come to think of it, also grilled cheese...and soup. But I've never met a caramelised-onion-and-wine soup I haven't really loved, so there's that." She pauses a moment and then her face lights up. "Oh! Oh, absolutely the best though? Back home... Spam saimin. Do not let me forget to make you some, the way Andy used to make it for me, okay? We're talking ole school broke da mout kind of ono." She can't help slipping a little into her native pidgin for a minute before reminding herself that she really ought to speak better English. "But what about you? Got any secret soup cravings?" It isn't until she sits down and plucks a cherry almond biscotti from the little tin she'd set out for them that she realises Seren had asked another question. Something about music. Radio maybe? Had to be because radishes made no sense because...people, even Beth, don't typically talk to or listen to vegetables. Ah. Okay. She found the words in an order and structure that she thinks is right. "Radio-radio? Li'dat broadcast or satellite stereo kinda stuff? Yeah, not really. I mean maybe while driving if I don' wanna deal with connecting blue-tooth to my phone but mostly, I just listen to the music I already know. It's easier, doesn't distract me from doing the things that I need to be doing. Driving, cooking, writing the most boring patient notes in all of history. If I do put something on, it's for Styxx. Classical...he seems to like Baroque the best. Little bits of traditional Greek, Celt and Hawai'ian music...stuff like that." That isn't the entire truth, and the irony isn't lost on her. His favourite current happens to be Holst's Planets Suits, particularly ~and this was what she wasn't mentioning, Mars: The Bringer of War and Venus: The Bringer of Peace. His third favourite is Neptune, The Mystic. What Beth sees is her son, almost instinctively reaching out toward the mythic Threads, and taking a hold of them, connecting in his own way. His Grandfather and Great Auntie. Zarek and Beth herself. Though it will be over her very dead and bloodied body if Styxx were to meet the previous generation. Or, sad as it is to say, without Sin within total smiting distance. She would rather leave Gaia a smoking crater than deal with the In Laws. "Uhm, I mean, is there something you think I should be listening to? Got a hot tip?"

[bleachanimefan1]

Turtles Forever Part 70

In an strange dimension called the 79th level of Null time, a castle floated in an warping endless void. Inside, a teenage girl, dressed in a blue suit with clock designs on it, was dusting.  "I totally hate dusting! All I did was accidentally reverse the evolution on a planet of gross giant worms, and I get six weeks of dusting duty! This is so completely harsh!" She sighed, bored.

"I didn't become an apprentice timestress for this," the timestress noticed on orb that was sitting on a stand. "Hmm, maybe, there's something good on the orb of Hindsight?" She started to inch her way over to it until a voice called out.

"You really shouldn't be touching that," 

The timestress let out a scream in shock and jumped, startled. She quickly turned around to see a cloaked figure that looked like a woman, resting against a statute, with her arms and legs crossed.

"Ahh!" Renet shouted as she stomped her foot. "D, don't do that! You almost gave me a heart attack!" The cloaked woman laughed as she pulled back her hood, revealing to be a turtle. She had a light green tan-yellowish skin, also wearing a belt with a satchel attached to it. 

"You're going to get into a lot of trouble, Renet," She warned.

"What our Master won't know, won't hurt him," Renet said, walking up to D. "Besides, I just wanna take a little peek. Please, don't rat me out!"

"Fine, but you have to do my chores for an entire month," D made a smug smirk. Renet yelled in frustration.

"Fine," the timestress sighed. Then she turned back towards the orb and walked over to it. "Now, let's take a look-see." No, boring!" The orb turns, showing an medieval castle. "Hmm, this looks good!" The castle doors open, showing a strange demon-like creature, sitting in a chair.

"The Lord of Time thinks he can banish me to this prison of the past, because I still have power!" he spits. "Even though, I cannot leave this place, I will lure the sacred sounds of the Time Scepter to me! Then I will have my revenge!" A red dragon was lying next to him wearing strange mask, growling. "I will draw the Time Scepter here with the spell of summoning!"

"That guy has some serious anger issues,"

"Ew, ick!" Renet commented. "Stupid orb of Hindsight, there's never anything good on!" She took the orb, shaking it. It flashed, showing the turtles on the rooftops with the girls, having a water balloon fight. D frowned as she watched. "That's better, they look like they're having fun. Lot more than I'm having right now," Renet placed the orb down, and started dusting it. However, she stopped when she noticed the the young female turtle had a far off gaze in her eyes.

D watched closely, mainly staring at Donnie and Venus as Donnie splashed her with a water balloon. Renet shook D on the shoulders, snapping her out of her thoughts. D frowned as she looked at the timestress.

"D? What's wrong?" Renet questioned, worried. "You were totally spacing out on me!"

D brushed her hand off her."It's nothing. Just something I remembered in the past," she murmured.

"You know, what? Come to think of it, you never told me about your past," Renet pointed out, rubbing her chin. "Oh, you were the cutest little thing!"

"Renet," D glared, narrowing her eyes at her. "What is there to talk about? I was given away by two heartless monsters. That clearly shows how much I was cared about!" Renet stared at her, as D continued, looking away from the timestress. "All I remember is being given away to Lord Simultaneous by two people. I barely even remember their faces." she sighed. "Whoever they were, only Lord Simultaneous knows, but, even he won't tell me." Renet walked up D, hugging her.

"Well, I think of you as a sister to me," the timestress replied. "We're more than family than you need, me and Lord Simultaneous." she finished, hugging D tighter. D reached her arms out, wanting to hug her back, but dropped her arms to her side. She made a fist and punched the timestress, instead, on her side, making her let go.

"I'm not a hugger," D smirked. "You should realize that by now." Renet frowned, rubbing her sore side with her hand.

"I hate it when you do that!" she whined. "Now my side's going to be numb for a while."

 However, the timestress noticed something far off in the distance. "Oh, wow!" A strange scepter was sitting in a statue.

"Uh, Renet," D said, trying to get her attention.

"The time scepter! I forgot it was even here. Wait a sec, Lord Simultaneous said that I was ground for six cycles, right? So, all I gotta do is use the time scepter to move myself ahead in time like six cycles, and I'll be like done!" She started to reach out for the scepter, but, D, smacked her hand away.

"I wouldn't do that," she hissed. "You don't even know how to use that thing!"

"D, you're such a downer!" Renet brushed her off. "I am going to be an Timestress, eventually. Might as well learn, now." She reached out her hand toward the scepter. "I'll just," and took it off from the statue. An alarm went off.

"Attention! The time scepter has been disturbed..."

"Way to go, bimbo," D snapped as she backed away.

Renet gasped, backing away as well. "So busted! If Lord Simultaneous captures us, we're so dead! It's not even funny!"

"What do you mean, us?!" D exclaimed. "You're the one who grabbed the thing!"

"But, you could've talked me out of it!" Renet answered. D stared at her.

"Uh, I tried to, remember?!" she yelled. "You're the one who didn't listen!"

"Girls!" a giant booming voice roared in anger.

"Scepter, get us out of here!" Renet pleaded, panicking.

"Destination," the scepter replied.

"Somewhere, anywhere but here! I dunno," Renet turned around seeing the turtles and girls on the orb. "Wait! With them! There, I mean, then!" The scepter began to glow, brightly. "J-Just hurry up!"

Back on top of the rooftops, Leo was spraying everyone with a hose. He chuckles. "It's time for your bath, Mikey!"

"Hey! No, fair!" Mikey protested. "I took a bath last week! Blegh!"

Leo laughs evilly, then slips on a puddle landing face first into it. He looks up. "Uh oh!" Everyone was standing over him, holding water balloons in their hands.

 "Time for your bath now, Leo," Donnie said. Suddenly, a rift opens up above everyone. Renet and D fall through it, and land right on top of them. The timestress sits up rubbing her head.

"That wasn't any fun," she groaned, placing her hand on Raph's head, while rubbing her butt. "Like, it really hurt my heinie!"

"Well, excuse the shell out of me!" Raph exclaimed, annoyed. "And my skull's not having a picnic either!"

"Get off, Renet!" D shouted, while trying to get out of the pile. Renet jumped off.

"Oh, I'm totally sorry! Are you guys okay?"

Everyone got up helping each other. As Donnie pulled Venus up, he turned and saw D on the ground, the hood from her cloak completely covering her face. He reached his hand out to her. D glared and smacked it away. 

"He was just trying to help," Venus replied.

"I don't need any help," D retorted. "Especially, not from you two."

Raph cricks his neck. "Let me guess, you're not from around here, are you?"

"Was our outfits the first clue, brainiac?" D commented, standing up, brushing herself off.

"Don't need to be an smart shell about it," Raph growled. Renet stepped up, standing in front of D.

"Don't mind her, that's just D. She's always fun to be around," the timestress replied. "We're from the 79th dimension of Null Time, obviously!"

"Uh, obviously," Donnie commented.

"And your name is?" Leo questioned.

"Oh right! I'm really bad at introductions," she waves. "Hi, I'm Renet, and this is the time scepter, it brought us here."

Silently, everyone stared at the two newcomers, completely confused. "Um, so why did you pop out of nowhere and land on us?" Mikey wondered.

"I was bored and you guys were in the Orb of Hindsight and it looked like you were having fun," Renet explained.

"Orb of Hindsight?" Leo pondered, still confused.

"Totally, it shows times where EGS happens," the timestress answered.

"Eggs?" Mikey asked.

"Like omelets?" Leo questioned.

"No, silly, EGS, as in significance of great events," Renet told them. "Sometimes it's a bummer because everyone is like to be horribly destroyed and stuff, but you guys seemed okay."

"Horribly destroyed and stuff?" Donnie repeated, confused. 

"Is it just me or are you guys getting a feeling of impending doom?" Leo responded.

"Renet!" Renet screamed, as she pointed at something from behind everyone. D stiffened hearing the booming voice. "D!" Everyone turned to see a giant silver glowing head, beginning to form. Their mouth's dropped in shock.

"Oh, bummer! He's found me! You gotta help me, you gotta help us!" Renet panicked.

"Return what you have stolen!" he demanded, inching closer towards them.

"It's Lord Simultaneous! He's gonna kill me!" Renet screamed in fear.

"Not on our boat," Raph replied.

"Stay behind us," Mikey stepped in from of the two girls with Raph. "We'll handle Chrome Dome here!"

"Insolent rat! Prepare for a punishment far worse than anything you have experienced!" Lord Simultaneous declared.

"Experience this!" Raph exclaimed, tossing his sais at the giant head. Simultaneous shot a beam from his eyes, zapping Raph's sais, sending them flying in reverse. Raph caught them. "Okay, that didn't work!"

"We gotta bail," Renet looks down at the scepter. "Scepter, get us out of here, now!"

"Destination,"

"Any place, just go! Go!" Renet yelled, holding up the time scepter. A bright blinding light engulfed everyone and they disappeared.

"No!" Lord Simultaneous shouted.

The sorcerer chanted in his castle in front of a fire. His dragon was sitting nearby. "Bring the time scepter's guardian to me!" The fire began to erupt into the as it grew bigger, the sorcerer laughed, evilly.

A rift opened, not too far off from the castle, and the turtles, four girls, the timestress and D fall out of it, landing on top of each other. They were in a battleground.

"I have done it!" the sorcerer exclaimed. "I have summoned the time scepter here! Now my freedom shall be at hand."

Everyone groaned as they tried to get off of each other. D froze when she realized that she was right on top of Donnie as he was on top of Venus. She quickly got off, standing up, as Donnie stood up helping Venus.

"You know, Renet, for a timestress, or whatever, you really gotta work on your control," Mikey commented, stretching his back.

"Where the shell are we?" Raph demanded.

"I think the question is, when the shell are we?" Donnie corrected.

"Let me check," Renet looks down at the time scepter. "No," then pulls out her watch. "No," then looks at her other wrist. "Okay, here. We're in the year 1406, somewhere in medieval Europe someplace." 

"1406?!" Raph exclaimed, as they looked around nervously.

"And we're here because?" Leo asked the timestress.

"I have no idea," Renet answered, as she shrugged her hands, unsure. "It...it felt like...I don't know, something reached out and brought us here."

"The time scepter is very close," the sorcerer, Savanti said. "I can feel it. Soon, it will be in my grasp and power, beyond all time and space will be mine! Dark warriors, arise and do my bidding, arise!" Thunder cracked as a red circle floated from the castle, heading towards the group. They shout in surprise as the ground began to shake underneath them. One by one, ten zombies rose from out of the ground, surrounding them.

"Bring me the time scepter! Let nothing stand in your way!"

"Do something, you stupid thing!" Renet exclaimed, shouting at the scepter. The others surrounded the two girls with their weapons drawn and getting into a fighting stance. D stepped up, joining them.

Venus turned to her. "We'll handle this," she said. "just stay behind us." D stared at her then turned towards the zombies.

"I can handle myself, thank you very much," she retorted. Renet shook the time scepter and it suddenly glowed, making armor for the turtles and girls, except her and D.

"Hey, check it out," Mikey commented. "An extra shell, I like it!"

"Take the time scepter! Feast on their flesh! Attack!" the leader zombie warrior declared. They charged at the group and they pushed the zombies back, away from Renet. D reached into her cloak and pulled out some sheets of paper ,from out of her satchel, with some strangely drawn symbols on them. She sets one down as a zombie started to advance towards her, getting closer. Mikey notices and started to run over to help her.

"Hold on, I'm coming!" he shouted, kicking a zombie away. As the zombie raised his sword, getting ready to bring it down on D, D slammed her hand onto the paper. "Glacius," she chanted a spell. A sheet of ice shot out, stabbing the undead, knocking him down. 

"Whoa," Mikey murmured in awe. "You got magic? Wicked!" Venus stared at what she had seen as well in shock. However, she didn't notice that a zombie was coming towards her as well. 

"Venus, behind you!" Donnie warned. Venus jumped out of the way, only to fall back, landing on the ground, as the zombie stood over her. D sighed and slammed another paper on the ground. "Blaze," A giant fire erupted from the paper, burning it, shooting over towards the zombie, engulfing it in flames. Mikey kicked a zombie over to Donnie, who knocks him away, only to get hit from behind. The zombie warrior was getting ready to finish him off.

"Donnie!" Raph and Venus called out. Raph was about to jump in and help him, but D, summoned a boulder, sending it smacking into the zombie, knocking him back. The zombie landed on the ground, and it rises, pulling the undead back into it. Savanti notices it.

"No! My spell isn't strong enough. The Earth's reclaiming my dark warriors!"

"Whoa, looks like the newcomer's gotten taking care of." Raph commented in awe.

Donnie looked up at D in shock as he got up.

"Uh, thanks?" he said, hesitantly. D only glared at him.

"One of these days, you're going to get yourself killed!" she screamed. "Be more careful!" 

"Noted," Donnie replied.

Venus came over to the two stepping in front of Donnie "Don't yell at him!" she shouted.

"Or what, you'll ground me, mom?" D scoffed, teasing her, crossing her arms, smirking. "Talk to the glyphs, witch, cause the ears ain't listening." Venus' eye twitched as she stared at the girl in disbelief.

"What did you say?!" she growled, angrily, getting ready to charge at the girl. Donnie held her back.

"Uh, maybe, we should focus on our own fight for now?" he suggested. He noticed several zombies coming up towards them. "Look out!" he pushed the two out of the way, as it swung at them, jumping over the undead warrior.

 "I don't act motherly," Venus murmured under her breath. She turned to Leo. "Hey, Leo! Do I act motherly? She called out.

"I'm staying out of this," Leo said.

Raph kicked one down, seeing the ground pulling it in. "Guys, put 'em down long enough, and they stay down," Raph called out, kicking some undead down. "They're worm food."

Leo clashes with one and it kicks him back. He jumps up before kicking the zombie down. Mikey does the same with his, and the ground eats the zombie, pulling him in. Raph and Mikey were surrounded as some zombies inch towards them. "On my mark, Mikey," Raph told him. The zombies get closer. "Now!" The two jump up, kicking the undead into the ground, watching as it sucked them in.

"I will not fail, the time scepter will be mine!" Savanti declared, walking over to the dragon. He mounts onto his pet and flew over towards the group. As they continued to fight, Renet was trying to fix the scepter. Yuuki jumped over to her.

"Can't you work a little faster!?" she shouted. 

"I'm trying! Stupid thing! How come you're not working?" Renet looks at the others, still fighting. "Can't you guys, like, be a little quieter? Ugh! I can't concentrate!"

They continued to fight, throwing zombies around while getting knocked back a couple times as well. "Oh, cheap piece of temporal junk! One minute it works, the next it doesn't! I don't think it's me...isn't it?"

Leo gets grabbed by four zombies as the leader started to walk up towards him. "Hold the creature! Hold him!" Leo struggled to get out of the undead grip. His eyes widen as he saw the leader raise his sword, preparing to strike. 

"No, you," Yuuki yelled "Don't!" kicking the zombie right in the face with her foot. Leo gets out of the other zombie's hold and kicks them away then jumps up into the air, kicking the leader into the ground. All of the zombies were defeated as the ground sucked them back in. Suddenly, they hear a scream, it was Renet. Savanti was hovering above her with his dragon.

"The time scepter will be mine!" He made the dragon swoop down and grab Renet. However, the dragon turned his attention towards Yuuki, grabbing her as well.

"Yuuki!" Leo called out.

The two girls screamed as the dragon began to carry them off towards the castle. "You idiot! What's wrong with you?" Savanti shouted. "Why'd you grab both of them? I only need the timestress. Let the other one go, I command you!" Savanti smacked the dragon like creature on it's head with the time scepter. The dragon released Yuuki sending her plummeting to the ground, screaming. Without even thinking, Leo immediately took off as he ran. Yuuki was almost to the ground when Leo leaped and managed to catch her just in time. 

"Thanks," Yuuki replied. Everyone watched as they saw the dragon carry the timestress back to the castle.

"There goes our ride home," Donnie said, gravely.

"Looks like we better go get her," Leo declared.

"How come all the weird stuff always happens to us?!" Mikey complained. "I mean, we were just minding our own business when WHAM that time lady and miss dark and gloomy fell out of the sky right on top of us. Now, we're stuck here! And we've got to go to the creepy looking place," he points to the castle. "It just doesn't seem fair!"

Raph walked over to him. "You done?" Mikey paused, tapping a finger under his chin.

"Yeah, I'm done. Let's go save, Renet," he said and started walking towards the castle, the others following behind him.

Inside the castle, Savanti laughs as he used the time scepter, turning a chair into a small tree.

"Time is mine to command," he laughed, as he used the scepter again, reverting the tree into an acorn. Renet was tied up in a chair, sitting next to his dragon. The acorn dropped into the sorcerer's hand as he caught it.

"How'd you do that?" Renet asked in surprise. "I can just barely get it to work. I did manage some armor earlier, but that was kind of an accident," Savanti growled, getting annoyed. "Hey, do I know you? You seem kind of familiar...and ugly. No offense, but you know, you really should try to do something about your skin. A little night cream-"

"Silence!" Savanti shouted, pointing at the timestress. "I cant' understand how Lord Simultaneous puts up with you, but I will soon put him out that misery when I end his life." He walks up to her. "It was your master, Lord Simultaneous, that banished me here." Renet eyes widen in surprise. "And now, with the time scepter in my hands, I will be free to move through time and space, to wreck my revenge upon your master!"

Suddenly, his dragon started to growl and stands up, baring his teeth at the sorcerer, like it was going to pounce at him.

"What's gotten into you? You act like I haven't fed you or something. Settle down, I command it!" Savanti zapped his dragon with the scepter, smirking evilly as he did.

Everyone climbed over the walls, jumping over it, landing on the ground. They have taken off their armor, but, Mikey still had his armor on. 

"Mikey, loose the armor, will ya?" Donnie asked.

"I like it," the energetic turtle patted his armor. "It makes me feel safe and protected." Leo crossed his arms, giving Mikey a stern look. "Alright, alright, don't get your shells in a bunch," he tells them, taking off his helmet. However, Savanti noticed them, as he was looking out from the window.

"Ah, I have some unexpected guests. Let's see if I can arrange a little welcoming party," the sorcerer uses his magic on two cockroaches, and they started to grow bigger. Everyone saw and took a step back from the two bugs. Mikey had taken the last of his armor off and notices the roaches.

"Oh, now I take my armor off, thanks guys," he retorted.

Everyone ran away from the bugs while one stepped towards Mikey. Leo rushes towards him. "Mikey, look out!" he pushes Mikey out of the way, but gets grabbed. Leo managed to break free from out of the roaches grip and landed behind a statue of Savanti. He kicks the head off and the roach roared as Leo landed on the ledge, hanging onto it. Leo quickly moved out of the way as the roach tried to stab him with it's pincers then he kicked the pillar onto the roach, crushing it.

"My turn!" Mikey exclaimed as he pulled out his nunchucks. He jumps onto the other roach's neck, trying to steer it. But, the bug bucks Mikey off. The roach swung at D, sending her flying as it knocked her to the ground. 

"D!" Donnie called out. He rushed over to her, as did Venus, while Raph jumped in to fend off the roach. As the two approach, D groaned as she sat up, her cloak hood had fallen off. Donnie's eyes widen in shock, as did Venus, seeing another turtle in front of them.

"Y-You're a turtle?!" Donnie stammered. "B-But, how?" D stood up, pulling her hood back over her face. Venus stared at her, silently, still in shock and confused as well. She tried to process what she had seen. A turtle that can use magic, chi block, and the same fighting styles as Donnie and his brothers. This was all too much of a coincidence. 

Suddenly, a loud roar caught everyone's attention. The roach lunged at Raph grabbing the turtle with it's mouth, eating him.

"RAPHAEL!" Mikey, Mona, and Donnie shouted. They kicked and punched the roach down, while Donnie pried it's mouth open with his staff. Suddenly, the three hear kicking. They look to see the roach's stomach moving and Raph bursts out of it, completely covered in bug juice.

Mikey walked over to him. "Welcome to the teenage mutant ninja turtle roach motel, where giant, killer roaches check in,"

"But, they don't check out," Raph finished as he wipes himself off. Mona walked over to him, hugging him.

"I'm okay, kid," Raph assures her. "Although, this doesn't really help my bug phobia." Raph shivers, looking down at the cockroach with a disgusted look on his face. Leo jumps down, grabbing his sword.

"Come on, let's keep moving,"

Back inside the castle, Savanti's dragon started to chant. "Hey, uh, sorcerer guy?" Renet called out. "Your pet is acting like really all weird and stuff," the dragon had a cocoon encased around itself. "Ew, gross!"

Savanti was using the time scepter. "Time and space are now mine to command," The doors were kicked down by the turtles and the girls.

"Somebody here call an exterminator? You got one heck of a bug problem out here," Mikey said.

"What? You dare!" Savanti shouted, enraged. He pointed the scepter at them and they charged at him. Savanti fired a blast at Raph, but misses him. Then he zapped Donnie's staff, turning it into a branch. "Ignorant fools!" He kicks Donnie to the wall.

Leo landed behind Renet, using his sword to cut the ropes. "Are you okay?"

"I am now," she tells him.

Mikey and Raph both charged at Savanti, but the sorcerer teleported out of the way. The two to smack right into each other. "Pathetic warriors, you waste my time! I have revenge to seek and an universe to conquer!" He blasts Mikey, Raph, Mona, Alopex, Venus, and Yuuki with the time scepter.

"Not if we have anything to say about it!" Leo shouted, attacking the sorcerer. Savanti blasted Leo's swords out from his hands and knocks him back.

"Ah, but you don't!" Then the sorcerer blasted at the ground underneath Leo, creating a pillar. It rises up, with Leo along with it, crashing him into the ceiling. He fell to the floor unconscious. Savanti laughed triumphantly standing over the turtles and the girls. As he was distracted, Renet crouched up on him from behind and whacked the sorcerer with Donnie's staff on the back of his head.

Savanti groaned as he fell to the ground, dropping the time scepter as he did. The scepter rolled landing right in front of the cocoon.

Raph handed Leo his swords. "Nice swing,"

"I'd say that counts as an homerun, Renet," Donnie commented.

From within the cocoon, a hand bursts out from it, grabbing the time scepter. "Ah, the turtle brothers, their women, and Yuuki. How glad we are to see you again."

"Uh, do we know you?" Mikey questioned.

"He knows us," Leo pointed out.

"And those voices sound really familiar," Raph murmured.

"Yes, listen well to our voices. For it is the last thing that you will ever hear!" the cocoon ripped open, revealing Drako and the Ultimate Ninja's head, on his stomach, combined and morphed together, laughing darkly.

"Eww, what is that thing?!" Renet asked in disgust.

"It's Drako!" Raph exclaimed.

"And the Daimyo's son," Leo murmured as they backed away. Yuuki shivered and cringed in disgust.

"Merged together somehow," Donnie said in shock.

"And still ugly as ever," Alopex added.

"You both got sucked into that dimensional rip thingy," Mikey explained.

"Yes, heartlessly pushed into a rift beyond time and space, where we drifted for an eternity. You remember, don't you? How you turtles and girls could have saved us? But, you let us go. Over thousands of millennia, our bodies combined into this horrific form. Our minds fusion in the endless isolation. Our hatred of you driving us, keeping us alive, until we learned enough to free ourselves, and came here. And how we suffered, pretending to serves this fool of a demon sorcerer. Only because he sought the time scepter. Only with it, could we find and destroy you!"

"Got anything in that magic satchel of yours to deal with this?" Mikey asked D.

"No, I do not," she replied.

"Oh, enough of this noise!" Raph threw his sais at the Ultimate Ninja, only him to use the time scepter to completely disintegrate Raph's weapon, reducing them into dust, along with the three brother's, Yuuki's, and Alopex's as well.

"Steel rust, wood crumbles, time is the master," a tree root shot up from the ground, trapping them. "As for flesh, prepare to rot!"

D jumps onto the Ultimate Ninja's back, grabbing for the time scepter. "You icky creep!"

The Ultimate Ninja smacks the D off of him. "Meddlesome pest of a girl! You are no match for us!"

"I'm not, but I know somebody who is!" she retorted, holding the scepter. "Lord Simultaneous! We need you, I need you here! NOW!" The scepter released a beam of light, summoning Lord Simultaneous.

"Well, it's about time," he said.

"Ahh! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Renet shouted.

Savanti wakes seeing the time lord as well. "No, Lord Simultaneous, this is just not my day."

Lord Simultaneous' head began to transform, revealing to be a old small human man. He walked over to D, taking the scepter from her. "Gimme that please, before you hurt yourself." he scolded.

"That's Lord Simultaneous?" Donnie questioned as the tree roots released everyone.

"He should've quit while he was ahead. Get it?" Mikey joked. Raph smacked him on his arm.

"You may be the lord of time, but you shall not interrupt our vengeance!" The Ultimate Ninja lunges out at Lord Simultaneous, but the time lord freezes him.

"Quiet, you! You caused me enough trouble for one eternity. As it is, I'll be sweeping temporal spillage for a decade," he turns to the sorcerer. "And you, Savanti. You think that banishing you to the 15th century Earth would be enough. But, no. Say bye-bye, Savanti," Savanti backed away from him in fear. "See ya, later,"

"What? Where am I?" the sorcerer looked around until he realize where he was. The Jurassic Period. "Oh, no. He didn't." A long necked dinosaur snorted in his face, while the sorcerer began to sink in quicksand.

"Now what to do with you?" Lord Simultaneous asked, turning to the Ultimate Ninja.

The Ultimate Ninja began to break free from the time freeze. "You cannot hold us, you cannot command us, we are not without power!" he used his tail to take the time scepter from Lord Simultaneous. "We shall return. We shall have our revenge! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!" He used the scepter and retreated.

"Lord Simultaneous, that ugly creep just stole your time scepter!" Renet exclaimed.

"I wouldn't worry about it. The time scepter's a funny thing. Has a mind of it's own sometimes. I'm not so sure that character knows what he's in for," he turned to Renet. "As for you, young lady, we need to talk about your punishment. Do you have any idea of the time damage that you've caused, especially bringing D along with you!"

"Please, Lord Simultaneous, I'm sorry!" Renet pleaded.

"You must pay for your crimes! Six more weeks of dusting," he tells her.

"Ah, you are such a tyrant!" she shouted.

"Seven," Lord Simultaneous replied.

"No!"

"Do you wanna try for eight?" he questioned.

"Ah, no, your magnificence," she murmured.

"Dusting? This was all about dusting?" Donnie asked in disbelief. Lord Simultaneous walked up to them.

"Now, let's set things right, shall we?" he used his powers and sent everyone back on the rooftops. However, they landed on top of each other, again.

"Um, I'm glad we're home. But, why do I always have to be on the bottom?" Mikey complained. As everyone began to get up, Raph noticed something.

"Whoa, and it looks like we're not alone. Guys," Everyone turned and saw D in front of them.

"D? But, why are you here?" Donnie asked.

"My master said that I should stay with you guys for the time being," she replied.

"Looks like we've got another turtle on the team!" Mikey shouted. "I can't wait to show you the lair! You're gonna love it!"

"Hey, D, if you don't mind, I'd like to ask you something," Donnie said.

"What is it?" D asked.

"Just out of curiosity, your name, D, is it short for something?" Donnie pondered. D nodded.

"It is," she replied.

"Well, what is it?" Leo asked.

"My real name is, Donna," she tells them.

[ancientwastedlores]

The Support System (Ch: 6)

SUMMARY: The Avengers have managed to collect all the infinity stones across the universe, and are currently keeping them in far corners of the world, only for research and to see if they can improve the planet and its people. Reader is a researcher with Tony Stark and Bruce Banner, as well as a field agent. Loki is currently serving time for his actions in New York City in 2012.

A/N: Find this chapter on AO3 here. This chapter is mostly soft Loki and some badass Y/N. 

AO3: The Support System Tumblr:  Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5 

Warnings: N/A Audience: general.

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CHAPTER 6:

It’s very obvious to the rest of the Avengers that Loki only started watching Doctor Who with you so he’d get to spend the night in your bed. You know it too, but understand that he would spend it in anybody else’s room but his, because being alone at night haunts him. If someone else wanted to something about it, they would, and if they don’t, they don’t get to give their opinion about it.

And they know you aren’t about to listen either, so they keep shut.

The rest of the week passes like usual, with Loki sleeping in your bed and Tony playing concerned father and quippy teen at the same time. Then arrives the morning when you have to leave.

You wake up and don’t find Loki next to you as usual. You take advantage of the space and stretch, moaning loudly. You feel like you’ve cracked every single joint in your body, and sit up. You keep sitting, making a mental list of the things you need to prepare before leaving.

The dealers were expected at the secret venue at 7 in the evening, but Tony, being Tony, insisted the team get there a full 12 hours earlier. Natasha rolled her eyes and tried to convince Tony that two hours would be enough, but he wouldn’t budge.

The cars would leave at 6 AM. You look at clock and see you have a full hour before leaving.

 The door opens, and Loki enters with a tray.

‘What! Aww, Loki’ you laugh. ‘I thought you could use a breakfast in bed before heading out’ he grins as he walks to your bed, ‘I made it myself’ he exclaims proudly, placing the tray on your lap.

Well, there was no doubt about that. It was a plate full of fruits, a bowl of cornflakes, and some toasted bread. You were looking forward to digging into some pancakes and bacon before heading out to a gruelling mission, but the excitement in his eyes makes you abandon the thought completely.

You smile and ask him to sit and share the food. He obliges.

‘So you’re coming round to the idea of me going’ you tease. ‘What’s the matter, find another Doctor Who fan?’

He looks severely offended and you immediately regret saying it. ‘I was only joking. Thank you for doing this, it’s lovely’.

His expression softens, and then he reaches into his pocket.

‘I know you’ll be fine, but I did take the liberty of an extra precaution’ he produces a small rectangular object, no larger than a fingernail. It’s silver, and has odd markings on it that glow green, and attached to a chain.

You start to protest because amulets are absolutely the kind of thing you’re against, when he clutches your arm. ‘Please’ he pleads. ‘It makes no difference to you, since you don’t believe in it, but for my peace of mind?’

‘Loki, if I wear that, and something does happen, you’ll blame yourself for the amulet not working properly’. ‘No, I promise, quite the opposite…’ he unclasps the chain, ‘I’ll know I did everything I could, and you died because you did something stupid’.

You laugh. ‘Fair enough. You promise you won’t start beating yourself up?’

‘I swear on my honour’ he says, putting the chain around your neck. You tuck the amulet under your shirt, knowing if Natasha and Clint ever saw it, they would never let you live it down. You talk for a while longer while finishing up your breakfast, and then Loki leaves so you can change.

xx 

‘Good luck, kiddo’ Tony slaps your arm. ‘Give ‘em hell’. ‘Thank you’ you give Tony a small salute before getting into the car with Maria Hill, Clint, Natasha, and Sam Wilson.

xx

T-3 hours to the expected time of arrival of the dealers. You’re leading a group of ten agents, and everyone is already in position. You’re sitting, leaning against the wall with your group, circling a finger over your bullet proof vest which hides the amulet Loki gave you.

Ridiculous, you think. But nice. You smile.

‘What is it?’ an agent asks, seeing your smile.  ‘What? Nothing. Shush’ you say.

Natasha’s voice comes on the earpiece: ‘If anyone tells Tony this, they’re fired, but the convoy is here’.

You smile, knowing Tony would gloat for ages if anyone told him the convoy reached earlier than expected.

‘Alright gang, up up’ you stand up, and help a few up since they’re carrying heavy guns. ‘Look sharp, and if you find something weird, for god’s sake, don’t touch it. We got Thor for that’.

You put your helmet on and take a deep breath, waiting for instructions.

 You hear the dealers come in, boxes being dragged across the floor, clicks of guns and clanging of metals.

‘Where’s the Vibranium?’ a voice comes. Someone mumbles something in another language.

‘He’s saying there’s another truck coming’ Natasha’s voice comes. ‘Nobody move until every single one of them is in the room and the door is shut’.

You nod at the rest of your team to ask if they understand. They nod back.

You return your eyes to the group that has just entered. You look up, just to scope the room, and spot a figure move.  

‘Yo’ you whisper as low as you can, ‘did anyone see that?’ ‘What the hell is that’ Clint’s voice comes over the ear piece. ‘Oh, if that is who I think it is…’ Sam’s voice comes. ‘Ssshh’ you hiss. ‘Wait’. ‘Did you just shush me, don’t ever…’ ‘Ssshhh!!' you, Clint, and Nat say in unison. 

It’s a grave situation, but you can’t stop yourself smiling before returning your attention to the back of the room. The tall figure is still moving, shooting something that makes no noise.

‘For god’s sake’ you hear Sam’s disgusted voice. ‘It’s the spider kid’.

You inwardly groan. You thought Tony would have told him to stay away.

‘Tell me he isn’t our responsibility, please’ Sam says. ‘If you want to die at Tony’s hands, sure’ you say. ‘Stark put a comms system in his suit, someone tell Stark to get him out’. ‘We aren’t carrying cell phones. And we don’t know how he got in in the first place’ Nat says. ‘Let it just play out’.

You sigh.

You wait a while longer, and the ‘other’ truck arrives. After all the contents are loaded in the room, there’s a spat about payment, and then the truck guys clear off. The one you assume is the leader shuts the doors and walks over to one of the crates with a crowbar.

‘Hold it…’ Nat says.

You stretch an arm out to inform your team to stay as well.

You quickly glance back up, the figure is no longer on the roof. You dread that he’ll announce his presence at the wrong time.

And he does.

‘Anything here for me?’ you hear Peter shout. The dealers all cock their guns and turn around to point it at him. ‘NOW’ Nat shouts over the comms.

You put your arm down and your team moves out, guns pointed at the dealers. From the right, Clint’s team enters. From the left, Natasha’s. Thor is on the balcony-like structure upstairs, looking over the whole congregation. Maria and Sam come from the North side. You have them surrounded.

‘Whoa, no way, you guys came!’ Peter exclaims. ‘Get outta here, kid’ you yell. ‘No way, let me help, I can help’.

You roll your eyes.

‘Ay, what the hell is going on’ one of the men say. ‘Put your weapons down’ Nat shouts. ‘Turn over everything you have’. ‘Yeah, that’s not happening’ the man laughs, removing a cylindrical object and throwing it on the ground, creating a force field around his own group, also trapping Peter.

You look up at Thor. He’s already swinging his hammer and aiming it at the force field; it hits its mark and the shield breaks so your team can move in.  

A fight ensues, with you managing to dodge most of the attacks, while also grabbing onto some of the new tech the dealers have left lying around to use it.

‘This is so cool!’ Peter yells, swinging from wall to wall, pinning dealers to the walls with his webs. Okay, maybe he is helping a little.

 You manage to get every single one of them, either knocked out or pinned to the wall. Sam celebrates by slyly putting some of the new guns in his holster. You laugh and yell that you can see him, and he yells back ‘You see NOTHING’.

Peter is just gushing over what just happened. ‘I didn’t know you guys were coming, this is so cool, I’ve always wanted to be part of a strike team!’ ‘Peter…’ you start. ‘And, and look at this gear, wow can I try that gun, I swear I’ll be careful…’

You take off your helmet. ‘PETER’.

‘Oh’

He sees your face. ‘Oh h-hey I didn’t know it was you, hi’.

You sigh, remembering his crush on you. ‘You’re in way over your head’. ‘Mr. Stark says the same thing, you know, I’m much more capable…’ ‘Thank you for your help’ you say sternly. ‘I’ll inform Mr. Stark you did a great job today. But you have to go now’.

His eyes twinkle. ‘You’ll tell him I did good? Will you tell me what he says? Do you have my number? You can just text me what he says…’

‘Peter, honey, Tony has your number’. ‘RIGHT. Yes, he does. Okay. Bye!’ he shoots a web to the ceiling and goes out of the broken skylight you hadn’t noticed before.

Everyone else is putting weapons back in crates, while the Avengers are talking at the middle of the room. You walk over to them. ‘Hey’.

‘How’d you get him to leave’ Sam asks. ‘I just said he did good’ you shrug. ‘We’re sure these guys haven’t made any calls?’

Clint holds up a little device. ‘Blocks out any outgoing and incoming calls within a 2km radius’ he grins.

xx

Stark’s trucks arrive and the men get out to help load the crates in. Natasha and Hill oversee the operation, while Sam and Thor are in some conversation, and Clint helps you aid the wounded S.H.I.E.L.D agents.

While you bandage a woman’s arm, Clint walks over to borrow a pair of scissors. You hand it to him, and kneels down next to you.

‘Blink twice if you need help’ he says. ‘Excuse me?’ ‘You and Loki’. You sigh, frustrated. ‘We’re friends’. ‘I’ve been under his control. It’s easy to not understand the difference’. ‘Clint, he doesn’t have any way of controlling me, okay?’ ‘You just look badly beat up’.

You finish bandaging the woman and she thanks you. You smile at her and stand up. ‘I appreciate your concern, I really do. And thank you for asking. But there really is nothing to worry about. I decided to give him a chance, and I think all of you should too’ you pat him on the back and walk towards where the trucks are.

‘Hey, the last of the crates are loaded, I’m just calling Stark’ Hill informs you. You nod and she leaves, her phone in hand. ‘Off to Dubai, then. It’s a long ass flight’ Nat says. ‘When are we leaving? I hope we land at night, it’s beautiful’ you say, remembering your time there ‘I think we can manage that’ she grins.

After the driver calls something out to her in Russian, she responds and hits the side of the truck next to her twice. The engines start and the line of trucks head out to the Avengers Tower.

‘We follow through; can you get the team into the cars?’

You nod and rush back in, ‘Ya’ll got five minutes, get your asses in those cars’ you call out. ‘Anyone who needs medical attention, yell’.

One person from the corner of the room yells.

You turn to Natasha. ‘I’ll take him to the Tower and drop him off, get a new guy, and meet you at the jet’. ‘You sure?’ ‘Yeah. Save me a good window seat’. ‘You got it’ she smiles and sits in the car.

The rest of the group files in, and you’re left with a large black BMW. You haven’t driven in a while, but the car has sirens, so you hope people will just get out of your way. ‘Okay mate, what’s your name’ you ask, as you pick him up. ‘Paul’ he chokes out. ‘Paul. Well, Paul, have you ever been inside the Avengers Tower?’

He shakes his head.

‘You’re in for the pampering of your life, if you manage to stay with me till the ride there, Paul’ you help him into the backseat of the car, and buckle him in. You run to the drivers’ side, get in, and flip the sirens on, driving at top speed to the Avengers Tower.

You make a call while rushing through the streets of New York. Over the bluetooth - ‘Hello?’ ‘Tony! Okay, I’m bringing over Paul, he was hurt badly in the fight…’ ‘Yup, Nat told me, med crew is already at reception’. ‘Excellent, I also need you to keep a S.H.I.E.L.D agent ready for me to take as a replacement’. ‘Also downstairs waiting, with full gear’. You just love this man. ‘You’re awesome, Stark’. ‘I know, kid. See you soon’ he hangs up.

You pull up to the entrance of the tower and the med crew rushes to help Paul out of your backseat, which is covered in blood.

Fortunately, Tony also has another car waiting for you.

This man is on another level, you think, chuckling.

‘Take care Paul!’ you yell. He gives you a thumbs up.

The new recruit comes up to you. ‘Hi, I’m Sean’ ‘Hello, Sean. Get in, we’ll talk’

He gets into the new car and you’re about to get in as well when you hear your name called out and turn around. It’s Loki.

‘Hi! I have to leave…’ He comes up to you and gives you a hug. ‘I forgot to give you a hug before you leave’ he holds you tight. ‘Oh’… you smile against his chest and hug him back. You’ve removed your bullet proof vest now, so it’s just a shirt. Loki can feel the amulet through it, that’s how tight he’s hugging you. ‘Take care’ he says, and lets go.

You grin and turn to get into the passenger side, then shut the door. Off to Dubai, then.

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[victimofthemusic]

Five Times Tony Stark Was a Good Dad (And One Time He Wasn’t)--Part 6

Hello guys! It’s been a while since the last installment of this and I thank you for your patience. I’m terrible at writing angst and this chapter is filled with it, so it took me a while to write it. But it’s here and I’m proud of it and it’s long, so hopefully that makes up for the wait. It begins during Infinity War and I made a few changes to the movie, so, there’s that. I hope you guys enjoy it! :)

Read Part 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5 here!

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Tony’s been questioning every choice he’s made in his entire life ever since they’ve infiltrated this stupid space donut, hurling two hundred miles an hour towards uncharted intergalactic territory.

He knows in his hearts of hearts that this is a one way ticket, there’s no possibility, not a chance in hell that his feet will ever touch solid ground—Earth—ever again. He’s never going to see Pepper’s smile, smell her perfume, hear her laugh. He thinks of the last conversation they had, the thought of a unknown child, the thought of the future. The thought of Peter playing with a small ginger haired kid, with his eyes and Pepper’s nose and her penchant for making him be better, want better. He thought of Peter and the kid working towards his final years in high school, already picking out colleges and making plans for his future.

All of that went up in smoke when he followed this flying saucer and the world was at risk again. His world—Pepper, Peter, Happy, Rhodey—was in danger and he mourned the loss of that future for a second and then all thoughts of children and wedding venues left his mind and it was set on saving the world. For Pepper. For Peter. For Rhodey. For Happy.

And that kid—that frustrating, eager to please, always ready to save someone even if it means his life—shows up, with his movie references and his big heart and his penchant wanting to save everyone in trouble.

The dread that had settled like lead into his stomach since boarding this giant space ship increased ten fold when Peter Parker came out of the shadows and punched his one way ticket to space with no certainty of return.

But seeing Peter, a kid, his kid for all intents and purposes, with an entire future a head of him, stand there in the middle of a space ship hurtling them further and further away from Earth—which was safer by a bigger margin than this level of unknown, foreign territory they were currently in  —and marvel at his surroundings lit a fire of determination to get that kid back home, back to his aunt, whole and happy.

Even if it meant he didn’t get to go with him.

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Their plan was going to work.

It was shaky and risky, at best, but this Mantis was sure she could subdue Thanos enough so they, Peter and Tony, with combined forces, could get the gauntlet off and kill Thanos and not just save the world from almost complete eradication, but they could go home.

Home

Tony believed in this plan because he had to. He had to believe that he was going to get a chance to save Peter, who was torn between watching a twitching Strange as he filtered through all possibilities, all the outcomes of their victory and observing Titan with awestruck eyes. He had to believe that at the end of this, Peter was going to get to walk away from it, unscathed and go back to Earth, home to his aunt May and his friends and live as normal of a life as he could. One that didn’t involve intergalactic war-zones and aliens hell bent on imposing their will on the entire universe.

“Do you think this is going to work?”

Tony looks down at Peter, dressed in the IronSpider suit he’d designed for him when the thought of something horrible happening to this kid kept him up at night, the same suit the kid turned down weeks later when it finished because he wanted to continue to look out for the little guy and Tony hasn't believed in God for a number of years, but he finds himself praying to any deity that will listen, that he can get this kid through this.

He looks nervous, scared, but there’s a determination in his eyes that gives Tony the confidence to look his kid in the eye and reassure him.

“It’s going to work, underoos.” He says, putting his hand on Peter’s shoulder, give it a squeeze and through the armor, he feels him relax, like Tony’s assurance was all he needed to believe. In himself. In them. In this plan.

“Okay,” Peter says, blows out a breath and when he meets Tony’s eyes again, all his fear and nerves are gone. Replaced with a confidence and a fire that makes Tony feel even more determined to prove to Peter that his  words deserve the blind trust Peter places in them.

And when Tony hears Strange announce that there’s 14,000,605 possibilities, alternate futures and outcomes that can stem from this fight for their lives, he’s almost afraid to ask the number of times they can win, but he’s Tony Stark and he will forever put more stock into numbers and statistics than any prayers one can utter, he asks anyways.

“And in how many of those outcomes do we win?”

Strange’s lips form a grim line when he replies, “One.”

One

He feels Peter tense beside him and the sober air turns even more foreboding at this revelation, this new piece of data and Tony wonders if they were better off not knowing.

Because out of fourteen million scenarios, they only win in one.

Which means they have 0.000007% of winning.

And, when Tony looks around, that means that at least half of them are going to die for that one chance they have in saving the entire universe.

He looks to Peter and he makes peace with the fact that he’d happily be put in that half that dies trying if it means Peter is in the half that lives.

One

One chance to save this kid that’s engraved himself on Tony’s heart and who Tony would do anything to protect, give up everything to protect. Pepper, Happy, Rhodey, the hypothetical child that he dared let himself dream of having because of this kid, standing next to him.

And Pepper, bless her, would understand.

Because despite it all, Peter was his son.

And he would give anything to give his son the one chance to go home.

So he placed his faith in science and numbers and his technology that his son would be in that half that got off this red wasteland and let this day become a memory.

He has one chance

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It was working

Their plan was actually working

It was working, they had it, the gauntlet was coming off, just a little bit more to go and then—

Snap

The fighting stopped, an eerie silence settled over the forgotten planet and they braced themselves for the promised awful that was to come and then—

Strange went first, falling to his knees and gasping as if he couldn't breathe and then—

His body began to break down and disintegrate, floating off into thin dust particles and then he wasn't there.

Tony whipped his head around, eyes wild as he watched as it started happening to Quill, Mantis, Drax—their bodies began to turn to ash, until they disappeared into thin air and then nothing.

“M—Mr. Star—Tony— I-I don’t feel so good.” Peter gasped and Tony turned his wild eyes to Peter, who was falling to the ground but Tony grabbed him before he could, falling to his knees with the weight of Peter and he tried to ignore the fact that it already felt like dead weight

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Tony panted, trying to hold back the panic, “You’re okay, it’s okay—“

Not Peter, please not Peter

Peter’s brown eyes were wide with fear and panic and Tony’s hand shook as he held the kid tighter, “I-I don’t want to go, please Tony—“

“You’re not going anywhere, it’s okay—“ Tony tried to sooth through blurry eyes.

“I’m scared Tony—please-d-don’t let me go—“ Peter pleaded, his eyes begging Tony to fix it.

Not my son, not my son, please not my son

“Stay with me Pete—no don’t close your eyes, bud, please—“

Peter’s cheeks were wet with tears and Tony could feel his legs begin to disintegrate, ignored the way he felt lighter and the ash that began to float in the air where parts of Peter’s body used to be.

“I-I’m sorry, Tony, I-I tried—“

Tony was trying so hard to not let his tears fall but his heart was reaching unhealthy levels of panic, “You did so good, bud, I’m so proud of you.”

Peter gasped and his face began to blur and Tony wanted to scream, “Peter, I’m going to fix this—Pete stay with me bud—“

“—Tony—I—“

No nonononononoo

“—Pete? Please, buddy, you gotta—“

“—I’m sorry, Tony—“

Peter’s hand was gone, his brown eyes closed and his body—the ash that was Peter—drifted away and Tony screamed in agony, his tears mingling with the sweat and blood and his heart felt like it was going to shatter and disintegrate right along with Peter’s body.

Peter was gone

He was gone

It was supposed to be me

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He doesn't know how long he floats in space, he knows the number is upwards of twenty-something days, and all he could think about was how he wishes, more than anything, he would've floated away in the wind with Peter.

He didn’t want to leave Titan, Peter, it had taken Nebula physically shoving him in what remained of the space doughnut and forcing tools into his hands to get it up an running, handing him a purpose, to get him to leave. They managed to get it running, enough to get off Titan and headed towards open space and if Tony didn’t feel like he was leaving a piece of him behind, he would be staring out at the planets and galaxies with wonder.

For someone who was more computer than human, Nebula was observant and kept her distance from Tony for the first few days, allowing him to wallow in his own grief and regret. But as the days wore on, the ship needed repairs and despite the growing bleakness of their situation, the low food and water supply, Tony was grateful for the distraction.

They were a good team, Nebula was calculating and matter of fact, knowledgeable with mechanics and computers and the foreign mechanisms used in a space ship.

But she wasn’t Peter.

And even up to his elbows in foreign mechanics and spaceship guts, he couldn't help but think of his days in the lab with Peter. Everything reminds him of Peter and it makes his chest ache and his eyes sting.

“Was he your son?”

It’s day fourteen and Tony’s up to eyeballs in the ship’s main engine, screw driver between his teeth while he attempts to rewire the main power source to give them the extra boost they would need to get them home. The question makes him pause and the wire in his hand short circuits, shocking him and he curses under breath at the burnimg sensation it leaves behind.

The question is simple, but the answer is complicated and complex and everything in Tony aches. He wants to go home. He wants to find that purple bastard and bash his head in until his blood stains the orange dust on that wasteland of a planet. He wants to turn back time and never allow Peter on this ship. He wants to go even further back and stop that god forsaken spider from biting Peter in the first place. He wants to trade places with Peter, he wishes that it was him who turned to nothing, not Peter.

Never Peter.

He just wants Peter.

He’s gone beyond the normal social standard of time one has to answer a question when asked, but Nebula either didn’t notice or care, just watching him intently from her own project across from him.

“Yes,” he said eventually, fiddling with the wires again, the burn on his thumb smarting and it distracted against the other wounds that were throbbing in synch with the beat of his heart, “he—Peter—he is mine. Not biologically speaking, but yeah, he is—was my son.”

Nebula cast her eyes downward, “I’m sorry my father has caused you so much pain.”

Tony eyed her for a moment, considering, “I’m sorry you had to call someone so ugly ‘dad’.”

He didn’t mean it as a joke, but Nebula gave a sinister hiss that resembled an incredulous laugh, “He was no father. Thanos might have taken me and called me his daughter, but he wasn't a father.”

“And I thought I had Daddy Issues.” Tony muttered.

Nebula gave him a odd look and he realized his joke was lost on her.

They settled back into silence and their respective projects.

When stands Tony stands to go forage for food in their dwindling supply, he pauses, turning to look back a Nebula, who's diligently mapping out their route home and he has to clear his throat from disuse.

“I’m sorry your father has caused you so much pain. I know what he did to your sister and I’m sorry.”

Nebula pauses, the map above her spinning and twirling in order to find their best option home and she stares so long at it, Tony wonders if she’ll even respond.

Just as he’s turning to leave, he hears Nebula speak, “She wasn't really my sister, you know. Thanos took her, like he took me. He murdered my family, her family and all my other siblings families. But he saw something in us worth keeping. And I hated my other siblings. I hated Gamora, too. Thanos—he would make us fight against each other, preparing us for battle. And she would always win. Always. And every time she did, he would replace a piece of me with metal and armor. An upgrade, he called it. I hated her for it. But she protected me, in the end. She fought for me and she saved me.”

She looked up at him and for a moment, Tony could see his own pain reflected in her eyes, “She wasn't my sister. Not by blood or biology, but I will avenge her death if it’s the last thing I do.”

Tony feels the same need for vengeance in his chest and it burns almost as much as the ache in his chest that was left behind the minute Peter disappeared in his arms.

~~~~~~~~~

They’re out of food. They ran out of water a day ago and the hope he had at the beginning of the journey home disappeared around the same time they ran out of supplies. Their ship is in shambles and they’re floating among the stars aimlessly.

Tony feels the hunger pains in his stomach, the dryness of this throat and the chill that has settled over the inside of the ship. He can no longer feel his toes or his fingers and he wonders, idly, what will kill him first. The lack of food, water or the cold.

He’s never felt this level of helplessness before. Not since the cave and even that situation didn’t seem as dire as this. At least in Afghanistan, he was on Earth and closer to human life, closer to a chance of a rescue attempt.

But here, floating further and further away from Earth, millions of millions of miles away from any human life form, the chance for the calvary to recuse them were very slim.

Fatigue settles into his bones and he closes his eyes, resting his head against the glass window of the ship. He feels a numbness that has nothing to do with the freezing temperature. He just wants it all to end. The hunger, the thirst, the hope, that maybe, maybe help his coming. The hope that maybe this is all just a nightmare and he’ll wake up from it. He knows what it’s like to have nightmares this real, to be trapped inside his own mind and he hopes that this is just a nightmare.

Hope, Tony thinks to himself dazedly, what a debilitating and crippling concept.

He slips into a fitful sleep and a part of him hopes that this time, he won’t wake up.

Hope

What a cruel and bitter bitch.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Someone was nudging him.

That was the first thing Tony registered as he woke from the memory of Peter pleading for his life. The taste of failure was bitter on his tongue and he swallowed, wincing at the sandpaper texture of his throat.

He blinked up at Nebula, who was kneeling over him with a mild look of disgust on her face, “What?”

Nebula gave a sound which sounded both relieved and annoyed, “I thought you were dead.”

Tony rubbed his eyes and sat up, wincing at the ache in his bones, “Sorry to disappoint you, Blues Clues, but I’m very much alive and well.”

Nebula hissed in what was annoyance, Tony was now sure, “I do not understand such a statement.”

“Blues Clues? The little blue dog that’s always accompanied by a vaguely suspicious man who likes to spend a lot time around children and make believe characters?”

Nebula merely blinked, “Are you intoxicated?”

Tony snorted, “I wish,” he muttered, “Now why did you wake me up?”

Nebula nodded out the window and Tony followed her gaze, wincing against the bright gold light that lit up the dark void that was this area of space.

“What is that?” He demanded, scrambling to stand up, because yeah, that orb of light was heading right towards them.

“I do not know, but it’s heading right for us and this ship can’t take much more.”

Tony swallowed heavily, glancing over to his beaten and battered suit that was slowly turning into a crude version of an Iron Man popsicle. His heart was racing in his chest, his mind was a blur and he had no idea what they were going to do if that thing made impact.

He opened his mouth to ask, plead, beg, scream, he would never find out because whatever that glow-y thing was—an orb, a meteor—was knocking on their door.

Nebula reached for the gun at her hip and she cautiously made her way over to the entrance of the ship, opening the door slowly and Tony swore he was hallucinating because okay, that was a woman, who was glowing and currently suspended about a trillion feet above earth like it was an every day occurrence.

“Who are you?” Nebula demanded, raising her gun at the woman.

“I’m Carol Danvers,” The woman replied, completely ignoring the gun being waved in her face, glancing around the cabin of the ship until her eyes land on Tony.

“Tony Stark,” Carol Danvers said with a small smirk, “You’re a hard man to find.”

“I’m sorry, but I missed the part where we know each other, you’ve been absent from all the super-hero meetings.” Tony said, giving her a wary glance over.

Carol smirked wider, “I’m more of a one woman operation.”

“Oh well, I appreciate the whole lone ranger thing, but what are you here for?” Tony said, leaning back against the wall of the ship. He was beginning to feel dizzy from all the standing, his knees were shaking and his body felt weak to the point where he wanted to sit down and sleep for a million years.

“To bring you home.” She said, her voice softening, concern lighting her eyes as she watched Tony slowly collapse against the wall.

Home

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When the ship landed, Tony couldn't bring himself to look out the window, couldn't bring himself to hope that this wasn't another dream, that this was real. He wasn't floating, lost in some dark void of space. He was here, on earth, at the compound.

Home

The mouth of the ship opens slowly and tears fill his eyes at the sight of the tops of the trees, the smell of pine filling his nostrils and when it finally lowers, he sees Pepper first, followed by Happy and then Rhodey.

His heart fills to the brim with joy and he hardly believes what his eyes are seeing.

And then his eyes land on May Parker among the ones to welcome him back and something in him shatters at the hopeful expression on her face.

Peter

He collapses when he takes his first step and he just lets himself fall, but strong arms wrap around him and knows without even looking that it’s Steve fucking Rogers that catches him.

He keeps his eyes on May and watches the horror fill her eyes, along with the tears and he breaks.

“I lost the kid,” Tony whispers brokenly, “I lost the kid.”

Steve’s grip tightens around Tony and for the first time since the kid turned to dust in his arms, a sob rips through Tony’s throat and he feels the absence of Peter like a stab to through the chest.

He made it home and Peter didn’t and that fact hurts worse than any blow ever could.

I’ll keep him safe May, I promise.

Nothing will ever happen to him.

May Parker’s hysterical sobs match Tony’s and it rips the remaining shreds of Tony’s heart to pieces.

“God, Steve, I lost the kid.” Tony says and it hits him, now just how permanent that is.

I lost him

My son

He’s gone

~~~~~~~~~~~

Tony stays in the hospital for two weeks.

Bruce wanted him to stay longer, but Tony ignored the protests and checked himself out of the medical wing and he wants to disappear for a while.

He knows the others want to start talking strategy, to devise a plan to reverse the damage, to find Thanos and make him pay for what he did.

But Tony just wants to disappear. He doesn't want to think, he doesn't want to talk about Thanos and space and stones and what could or couldn't happen if they gather all the stones.

The only thing he wants is Peter and he can’t have that.

His first stop when he’s out of the medical wing is to stop by the bar and grab the oldest and biggest bottle of scotch he can find, not even bothering with a glass that has dust settling around the rim from lack of use.

He’d tried to be the father that he’d always wanted and that meant being sober. As long as he had Peter in his life, Tony hadn't touched a drop of alcohol. He never wanted Peter to pick up the habit and he never wanted to be intoxicated in case Peter ever needed him.

Something like guilt settles in the pit of the stomach, but the reminder that Peter isn't here and won’t ever be around again, hits him like a shot to the gut and he unscrews the bottle and takes a long pull, wincing at the burning in his throat.

He wanders through the compound, through the hallways and down corridors that he doesn't recognize and he takes long pulls from the bottle and finally, his feet take him to the lab.

He’s unsteady on his feet and the bottle’s half empty, but the ache in his chest has yet to lessen and Tony stumbles into the lab table, catching himself on the edge of it and righting himself.

He looks at the lab through blurry eyes and so many memories swirl in his brain, the kid sprawled out on the couch, up to his nose in homework. Peter leaning over his web shooters, his tongue poking out of his mouth in concentration. Peter’s bright laughter when he his web formula exploded over both of them. Peter’s excited science babble. Peter complaining about the level of Metallica and Tony admonishing him for not knowing his classics.

“It’s AC/DC there bud, respect the classics.”

Peter rolled his eyes, “I think you need to let go of the classics, it’s hurting my ears.”

“I knew I’d find you in here.”

Tony startles at the voice, looking up at Steve Rogers leaning against the doorframe of the lab and watching him with a guarded expression.

Tony has to blink several times to get the extra Steve’s to go away and he straightens himself as best as he can, still leaning against the lab table for support.

“What do you want, Rogers?” Tony demands tiredly, taking a swig from the bottle still dangling in his hands.

“Everyone’s looking for you, we’re worried—“

Tony scoffs, “Like any of you care.”

“Of course we care Tony, it’s why we’re here.”

A bitter laugh slips through Tony’s lips and he shakes his head, “Oh yes, you all care so much. Tell me, Rogers, did any of you care when you left me with a broken suit in the middle of fucking Siberia? I don’t recall any of you weeping at my bedside while I wasted away in a hospital bed for two months after Cho had to reconstruct my sternum from your little shield, on top of the hypothermia and frost bite.”

Steve winced, opening his mouth to protest, but Tony had been waiting for this moment for almost two years, he wasn't going to have it taken away from him now, “Or how about Rhodey? Not one of you reached out to him to see how he was doing after your little ant buddy paralyzed him from the waist down. You know it took almost a full year for him to learn how to walk again? And that was after I had to spend months perfecting the technology to do so. You left me with a flip phone and a note that wasn't any form of an apology and you took almost everyone I had ever cared about away from me.”

Tony laughed, “So why now Steve? Did your little buddy get snapped along with the rest of the others? Am I supposed to come up with another plan to save his ass when he’s done nothing but destroy any family I ever had? You knew he murdered my parents and you kept that to yourself. You were supposed to be my friend ,too. Or was I just a place holder until you could find Barnes?”

“Tony—“

“So screw all of you, every single one of you. Because none of you cared then and none of you care now.” He took a swig from the bottled and collapsed into one of the chairs and put his head in his hands.

God, he was drunk. And tired. So tired. He just wanted to curl up on the couch in the corner of the room and fall asleep. But he knew what would be waiting for him when he did. And he couldn't spend another night reliving Peter’s death. He couldn't do it.

A hand settled on his shoulder cautiously, and Tony shook it off.

Steve sighed, shuffling backwards to give Tony his space, “You’re not the only one who’s lost someone, Tony.”

Tony stood up so fast the room spun and he had to grip the table for balance, “Don’t,” he warned lowly through gritted teeth, “don’t you dare go there, Rogers.”

“Tony, we lose good men and women in battle, it’s hazards of the job—“

Anger like Tony had never felt before swelled in his gut, hot and unyielding and before he could even think, the bottle that was on the table next to his hand was in his grasp and thrown at such a speed across the room that even Steve the super soldier almost missed it. It shattered against the wall and the scotch splattered everywhere and Tony couldn't even bring himself to care.  

“PETER WAS MY SON! HE WAS A CHILD, NOT ONE OF YOUR GODDAMN SOLDIERS! SO DON’T TELL ME THAT IT’S A HAZARD OF THE JOB, ROGERS, BECAUSE PETER DIDN’T DESERVE TO DIE!”

White hot pain flared in his chest, an ache so deep Tony felt like he couldn't breathe. He collapsed into a chair and put his head in his hands, feeling the wetness on his cheeks and he realized he was crying.

“Peter was—he was my responsibility, I was supposed to protect him—and I—I couldn't save him,” Tony whispered, his voice cracking, “he just—disappeared and he was so scared and I couldn't save him, there was—there was nothing I could do. And he’s gone and not coming back and I—I shouldn't be here, he should be here—“

“Tony,” Steve said, his voice gentle, “it wasn't your fault.”

“He wasn't supposed to be there! He wasn't supposed to get on that fucking ship! He was supposed to stay here, to be here, with his aunt and looking after the little people, he never—he never wanted this,” Tony said desperately, waving his hand in a vague gesture and Steve understood.

“Tony,” Steve said, his voice still low, calm, “it wouldn't of mattered if he was here or in space, with you. He would’ve…disappeared, regardless. We don't know why it only affected certain people, but either way, losing Peter wasn't your fault. The only person to blame is Thanos and the only way to get Peter back is to figure out a way to reverse all of this.”

He placed what was supposed to be a calming hand on Tony’s shoulder, but Tony shook him off, “And how the fuck do you suppose we do that, Rogers? The only hope we had at reversing time got dusted with Peter and with Strange gone, we have nothing. Unless you’ve got Doc Brown’s phone number—“

“So you’re just going to give up?” Steve demanded, throwing his hands in the air in frustration.

“What do you want from me, Captain Spangles? Do you want me to dust off the ole DeLorean and go back in time to when this purple bastard was born and kill him? I’ve done many things, Rogers, but time travel isn't one of them. It can’t be done.”

“But I thought Tony Stark could do anything.” Steve said with a hint of sarcasm and Tony wished he had another glass bottle to throw at his head.

“I’m only a human, okay?” Tony snapped, “I can’t solve everything. You people think that I have the solution to everything, but you’re missing one important thing.”

“And what’s that?” Steve demanded.

“I spent every waking moment on that god forsaken ship thinking of ways I could fix this and bring Peter home. I thought of everything, every single possibility and I came up with the same answer. It can’t be done. Because if it could, Peter would be here, safe. I would've never left that ship if it meant that I could've saved Peter. And he’s not here. And I get to live with that for the rest of my life. This is the one problem I can’t solve and it kills me. Do you get that? So it’s not for a lack of trying, because I tried. I tried and I tried until I almost lost my mind trying to think of ways to bring that kid back to me. But I can’t, Steve, I can’t.”

Tears fill Tony’s eyes and he wants to scream and yell until he doesn't have a voice, because Steve doesn't get it.

He had to hold the closest thing he had to a son in his arms while he died and there was nothing he could do. Peter died and Tony didn’t and that is something Tony will never be able to live with.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

They have a memorial service for the ones that disappeared after the snap. They light candles and place them in front of pictures of the fallen and Tony can’t bring himself to look at Peter’s picture. May picked it out and Tony knows it took her days to even bring herself to look at the stack of photos that Happy had brought from her apartment.

Everyone is dressed in black and Tony has flashbacks of his parents funeral and he desperately wants a drink.

They take turns sharing memories, stories and Tony can’t choose which one he wants to share of Peter. He doesn't know if he wants to share Peter with a room full of people who didn’t know him. Peter was his family and most of the people in the room had decided a long time ago that they didn’t want to be a part of his family.  May can’t get through her speech without breaking into tears and Rhodey escorts her to her room to lay down.

Tony locks himself in his room afterwards, because it’s the only place in the compound that doesn't remind him of Peter. A bottle of scotch becomes an extension of his left hand and he fades in and out of a drunken stupor. He doesn't bother to keep track of time. He doesn't eat, he doesn't shower, he just…exists, as this empty shell of a person and it’s pathetic, he knows, but he doesn't care.

It’s on day five, Tony thinks, that F.R.I.D.A.Y. tells him that May Parker is outside his door and wishes to speak to him.

Tony hasn't seen her since the memorial and the first thing that goes through his mind is the memory of her gut wrenching sobs when she realized her nephew was one of the many that turned to dust. And Tony just can’t deal with someone else blaming him for Peter. He blames himself enough for the both of them.

Without waiting for a response from him, F.R.I.D.A.Y. lets her in and he can’t meet her eyes.

She doesn't say anything at first, she just comes in and sits at the end of the bed, Thor the puppy following right next to her.

The sight of the almost fully grown puppy makes a sob build in Tony’s throat and Thor, as if sensing his sadness, comes over and rests his head on Tony’s knee and Tony can’t help but chuckle wetly, combing his fingers through his soft fur.

“He’s been a mess since—“ May stops, her eyes watering and she can’t even bring herself to say it, “I thought maybe—since you got him for—well, you both look liked you could use someone.”

Tony feels the ache in his chest ease slightly and his throat tightens with tears and unspoken words at May’s thoughtfulness. He doesn't know what to say to her, what he could even say to make any of this better. To express how sorry he was.

But she reaches over and grips his hand tightly and he knows without words that she feels it, too. This hollow ache where his heart used to be, like someone ripped it right through his sternum. It hurts when he breathes, his lungs in a constant state of restriction and he can barely breathe through it. He hasn't felt this way since his parents died and even then, this feels worse. Because he was there. And there was nothing he could do.

“May, I—“ He chokes and the tears fall hot on his cheeks and she can only squeeze his hand tight, “I’m so—so—sorry, I never—I never wanted this—not for Peter—not this. I couldn’t—“

“Tony, I—“ She takes a breath, “I wanted to blame you—but I know that you loved him as much—as much I do. And I couldn’t. I knew Peter—“ she winces at his name and her hand shakes in his grasp and he just holds it tighter, “he would've never let you go up there by yourself. And I’ve talked to the others, they think—it would've happened regardless.”

Tears fall silently down her cheeks and Tony wants to look away, but he doesn’t, “I know you blame yourself—but it’s not your fault. None of it.”

May looks down at her lap and fiddles with something for a moment, before handing it to Tony.

It’s a picture and Tony outright sobs at the sight of it, because the memory of that day hits him like a wave and the wound inside him splits wide open.

It was taken on Peter’s sixteenth birthday.

It had fallen on a week day and after much persuasion, May let Peter skip school and spend the day with Tony while she was at work. He surprised Peter with a trip to Coney Island, where he’d rented out the park for the day and they spend the entire trip riding the rides, eating too many hot dogs and too many sweets and they rode every ride at least three times.

Tony couldn't remember the last time he’d had that much fun and you could see it in the smiles on both their faces, big and bright, so much happiness radiating from both of them. Peter filled a void that Tony never knew was there until the kid came into his life. He brightened up every room he came in, spreading his infectious energy with every one he met, Tony included.

Peter had given him so much, had changed him in so many ways and now he was gone and Tony just felt lost. Peter had given him a renewed sense of purpose in life and now, Tony wasn't sure about anything.

“When I lost Ben, there were days that I felt like I couldn't even get out of bed, the loss felt so strong. Ben had been my life for so long, we’d been together since high school and when he died, I felt like he’d taken everything that I was at my core away with him. I was a shell of a person, for so long and there were many days that I just wanted it to end. I wanted to quit my job, I wanted to curl up underneath the covers and tell everyone who was telling me everything was going to be okay, to fuck off. Because it wasn't going to be okay. It will never be okay that he’s not here.”

She looks down at the picture held tightly in Tony’s grasp and gives a watery smile, “Peter was my strength. I had never wanted to be a mom—Ben and I had decided that we were okay with not having kids. And then Peter comes along and I couldn't help but fall in love with this shy, quiet, smart and sweet little boy. He’d just lost his parents and I’d never seen a five year old look at the world with such determination before. He was fearless and he made me brave.”

She sniffles, wiping at her eyes where tears had fallen and Tony’s heart feels like lead in his chest.

He brushes his fingers over Peter’s face and he wishes, more than anything, he could’ve saved him. That he could've gone in his place and if he was given the choice, he would’ve. God, he would. He would've gotten on his knees and begged that purple bastard to spare Peter’s life and take his.

The world could exist without Tony Stark.

It couldn't exist without someone like Peter Parker.

“You’re the only one who can fix this, Tony.” May whispers and her voice sounds so hopeful and broken at the same time. Desperate and frail and Tony feels like she's asking him for something he can’t give her.

“Peter wouldn't want you to throw in the towel, not because of him.” She continues and Tony just feels tired.

He stands up from the bed, tossing the picture on the nightstand and he just wants everyone to leave him alone.

“Why does everyone assume that I can just snap my fingers and reverse everything Thanos did? It might’ve been that easy for him, but it’s not for me. I have no idea where he is, where the stones are and other than inventing a time machine, there’s nothing I can do.”

May looks down at her lap and he can see the angry flush on her cheeks from where he’s standing across the room. She stands, smoothing out the creases in her black dress and it punches the air out of his chest when he realizes it’s probably the same dress she buried her husband in.

She brings her gaze to his and he finds himself amazed at the amount of determination that are blazing in her eyes, “You survived a crude heart surgery, made a suit in a cave and figured out of to survive with a glorified battery in your chest to keep you from dying and you’re saying this is too impossible for you?”

Tony doesn't reply, he doesn't know how to. Because he succeeded in all those things out of pure luck and an eidetic memory. The plans for the arc reactor was already there for him, the parts for the suit were already there, ready to be molded into something with a little creativity.

What she was asking, this was uncharted territory.

“Peter loved you like a father Tony and you once sat there and told me you loved him as a son,” May continued, her words harsh, “And if there’s anything that I’ve learned in the last twelve years of being a parent, is that no matter how much you want to, you can’t give up on your kids, no matter what. And if it was you, Peter would never give up if it meant that he could bring you back.”

May comes closer, the hard edge disappearing and replacing it, a desperation matching his and he closes his eyes to shield himself from it, “You can do this Tony, I know you can. You’re the only one who can fix this and bring him back home.”

“And what if I can’t?” He whispers, his voice small and beyond scared and that’s the truth of it all.

He’s terrified to hope. To dream and believe that this whole situation they're in is reversible. If he failed, it’d be like losing Peter all over again and this time, Tony doesn't know if he could survive it.

“Then you try again,” she says, “you try as many times as you can and in the end, if you can’t—if this is permanent…” she trails off with a sad smile, “I’ll never accept the fact that he’s gone, but it will bring us more peace to know that we tried everything we could to bring him back to us.”

She pats his cheek and leaves the room, shutting the door behind her and Tony collapses onto the bed, rubbing his hands over his face.

He looks over to the night stand, where the picture lays against the wood and he picks it up. He studies the smile on Peter’s face, the brightness of his eyes, the red in his cheeks, flushed from adrenalin and pure joy and Tony can’t help but smile despite the tears steadily falling from his eyes.

Peter was his purpose in life, he was the person Tony wanted to leave his legacy to, should Peter want it. He belonged in future Tony had envisioned for him, he belonged here, on Earth, and continue to spread the kindness and care he readily gave anyone he came across in his life.

Peter deserved a future, a second chance.

And if the world could grant someone like Tony a second chance—and the jury was still out on whether or not that he’d really deserved it—then Tony was more determined to give Peter one, too.

With one last look at the picture, he tucked it into the pocket of his worn jeans and headed down to lab, Thor the puppy following hot on his heels. Tony was so lost in his thoughts he forgot the dog was even here, but the knowledge that he’s got someone, soothes something in Tony and he finds himself thankful for the little guy.

“FRIDAY? We’ve got work to do, honey, start the coffee.”

“Welcome back, boss.” FRIDAY responded.

“Now you great purple bastard,” Tony murmured, grabbing a tablet, “what did you do with those stones?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

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Mars - The Bringer of War

Ronald Speirs/Reader

A/N: This is what happens when I listen to Gustav Holst’s The Planets five times a day. Inspired by the first movement of the suite: Mars - The Bringer of War. You can listen to it here.

Synopsis: They say war is no place for love, yet, you and Ron do it anyways.

Tags: @gottapenny @dustyjjumpwings @croatianbagudna @higgles123 @wexhappyxfew

You never listened to them. Never wanted to.

You aren’t fit to be serving this country! Women like you belong in the kitchen. Go home.

Honey, you’ll realize where you belong sooner or later. Women do not belong in a battlefield.

You’re applying to become an officer? Good luck with that. You’re a woman, you’re hardly going to get anywhere.

They wanted to see you break down and cry and realize where you belong. They wanted to see you fall and trip while running and tell you I told you so over and over. They wanted to see you get court-martialed, becoming a living memory of what a woman tried to do but failed. They just wanted you to leave and go home because apparently that’s where you belonged, no longer being intimidated by a woman who knew more than they did.

What they got was you leading Easy Company as a first lieutenant.

You worked hard to gain the respect you deserved. To whatever extent your male peers worked to, you worked twice as hard. There were often stories about you floating around the company, and whether they were good or bad—you didn’t want to know. You knew that they often did the trick because your presence sent the men into silence every time.

You got what you wanted because you didn’t listen to what they said to you years ago. They told you a woman couldn’t lead a company into war, and yet here you are in the Netherlands, leading the nation’s finest paratroopers.

That was the only thing you didn’t listen to.

You didn’t listen to the groans and shallow breaths of the replacement from I Company who sat limp in a chair, blood covering most of his face and dozing in and out of consciousness. Your eyes weren’t focused on him, though. Or the men surrounding him, faces in anger and disgust. You were fixated on Ron Speirs, the man who was currently giving the private the beating of his life.

You didn’t know why Ron was beating the replacement. You stumbled into the scene looking for Ron, actually. Instead, you were greeted with a bloodied man who was near death, and his blood was on Ron’s knuckles.

It had been five minutes since you stopped and watched the scene unfold, watching Ron’s fists hit the replacement’s cheeks until his knuckles became bruised. You weren’t horrified at the sight, you were feeling something along the lines or disappointment. Not in your men, but in Ron—the man who held your heart and knew better than to take his anger out on a replacement.

When Ron held the pistol in your hands, it was enough for you to leave.

He saw you leave. As he held the pistol to the man’s face, finger on the trigger, he looked up and saw the disappointment in your face before you left. Then he dropped the gun.

Ronald Speirs is a tough man. He tries not to get his feelings involved in war, especially love. Love does not belong in war, they do not mix. Yet, here he is giving you all the love he has to offer. He loves you like there isn’t a war going on, kisses on your forehead and the crook of your head at night before climbing in to cuddle. All he wants is for you to be alive and to be safe and happy. Just you.

He wiped the blood on his knuckles on the replacement’s uniform before following you. He’s scared that you don’t love him anymore after what you just saw, how ruthless and merciless he was towards the man. He fears that you’re angry at him and mentally prepares for you scolding him to no end.

“Y/N?” He finds you in a vacant room of the house looking out through the window. “How long were you there for?

You turn to face him, his face visibly upset and knuckles still stained with the man’s blood. “Long enough to see everything.”

“I’m sorry,” he says, head hanging low. He can already sense how you felt when you saw him, the look in your eyes said it all.

“I’m not mad, Ron. I’m just...disappointed,” you sigh. “You didn’t have to take it all out on him, what did he do to you? Did he disobey a direct order? Try to desert?”

“He said that you didn’t belong here, that you didn’t deserve to be a lieutenant because you’re a woman. He said that you were whore, Y/N. He called you a whore,” he told you, his voice rising from being reminded of what the man called you. “Did you really think I was going to let that slide? He called you a fucking whore.”

You frowned, a spark of anger igniting in your chest as you finally understood what set Ron off. He loved you, you knew that. If a man accidentally hurt you or made you cry, Ron would shoot them in a heartbeat. No questions asked.

“I see,” you said.

“Yeah,” he drew closer to you and you took a couple of steps back. “You see why he deserved what he got? Because no man calls the most respected woman of the entire battalion a whore. Not my girl.”

“So you were going to beat the man to death?”

“Well,” he scoffed, “what would you rather me do?”

“Not kill him? Ron, you do realize that you cannot kill one of our men, right? What would Colonel Sink think of that?”

“He’d have the man hanged.”

You groaned. “Ron.”

He loved you and worshipped you. If someone asked him what his faith was, he’d say your name. He fucking loves you. You just rather him show it to you privately rather than beating up men who didn’t accept women in the service.

It’s not often one sees Ron in the state he’s currently in. It all started when he met you back at Toccoa. You had made quite a name for yourself—hell, even Sobel loathed your existence on this very planet. You were the most respected woman in the entire battalion meeting the most feared man in the entire battalion. It was a match made not in heaven, but in the hands of the war itself.

Everything he does, the reason why he fights is solely for you. He is Mars, the bringer of war, and you were his Venus, the goddess of love, beauty, and prosperity. They say that love does not belong in war, but not for you and Ron. “No one calls my girl a whore,” he said, his body pushing you against the wall and eyes filled with something between the lines of anger and lust. “Don’t tell me that I should have known better because he should have known better than to call you a whore. He should have known.”

His eyes are filled with anger and rage, remembering the words willingly come out of the man’s disgusting mouth. Ron was walking by when he heard it, paused, and marched right towards the man. The expression on his face was scary, and the poor kid did not notice the lieutenant’s march until Ron grabbed him by the collar and gave him the speech of his life, escalating into a circle of men surrounding Speirs as he beat the man. It was in the heat of moment that Ron got lost in, forgetting the cool and composed man he was known to be.

You press a hand on his chest after seeing all the anger slip away from Ron. “Are you okay now?”

“Yeah,” he nods. “Yeah, I am now. Thank you.”

“I appreciate that you’re trying to defend me and my honor, but violence isn’t the only option. Just because you’re the superior officer doesn’t mean that you can go and beat up every man who doesn’t like me. I know that there are men who won’t follow a woman into battle, but that’s their loss, hun.” Your voice is soothing, calming Ron’s insides as he finally comes back to his senses.

“It’s not fair. Those men should respect you the same way they respect Winters. You worked hard to get where you’re at now, you deserve so much more than what that man had to say.”

You placed a gentle kiss on his lips and then to his cheek before resting your head on his chest. “I know what you’re trying to do, baby, and I love you. But for the love of God, Ron, please don’t beat anymore of those poor men because of their bad decisions.”

Ron smiled and kissed the top of your head. “Maybe. No promises.”

“No, I want a yes, Ron. I don’t want you getting court-martialed because you decided to beat a man to death.”

“Sweetheart, I won’t get court-martialed. I am Ronald Speirs,” he wiggled his eyebrows, and you shake your head before you send him into wonderland with a kiss.

Ron loves you, whether it’s noticeable or not, he loves you more than he loves looting and the army. He loves you despite him being hot head walking on fire, despite him only showing you his true colors late at night, despite no one ever knowing what dirty secrets kept by both of you. If you want him to get better, he will get better only because you said so. You were the person he never knew he needed until he met you. You balanced him, finding him in the middle regardless of the fact that there was a war going on around you.

They always said that love has no place in war, but not for you and Ron.