#That is Ultron came to be

[pandagirl45]

Someone ask Tony and Bucky how they got Ultron

Tony: Giant magical portal in the sky spat him back out as half human and half synthroid

Bucky: he stabbed my hand to get my DNA

Someone as Steve and Rhodey how they got Kurt

Rhodey: he was found on my doorstep while Steve was over

Steve: we adopted him and his mother is behind you :D

Raven: I am his bio sperm donor by the way his mother the one who had the egg gave birth to him >:D

[pens-and-paperbacks]

I should find Ultron scary but he's just too sexy I'm afraid. I'm sorry, a modern day Frankensteins monster with a god complex who builds himself into the most ideal vision of himself he can muster, intent on saving the world but only on his terms which are terrible? With a snatched waist? And cute little metal horns? Red eyes?!? ARTICULATE👏 KISSABLE👏MOUTH👏?!?!?

[hersheysmcboom]

Mcu writers: you ingrates, YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW TALENT!

Fans: NO TALENT!! NO TALENT!!

[huldrabitch]

Would love to see Wasp (janet van dyne) in Marvel Rivals! But no mcu shit. Strictly 616, 1610, or even better... emh

she's so FUCKING CUTE

[sciderman]

my favourite part of the mcu is when the movie stops and a hitlist appears of strange men in charge of the nightmare i just watched and the various victims forced to make it

and the nightmare isn't even OVER because it gets interrupted by post-credit scenes teasing new movies that won't be any better

[lae-zels]

okay so when people are homophobic or ableist in marvel rivals chat they get instantly clapped when reported but the moment im told to kill myself netease is 🙉🙈 fuck off 🖕🖕

[head-empty404]

I forgot it's not socially acceptable to say smash to the killer robot ai that wants humanity extinct during movie night

[pympartic]

:[ OOC ;; PYMTRON //; One of these days I'll do a whole post about how the Pymtron plot could have been good, because it really could have been. Ultron has always had the additional horror element to him that hes essentially hanks abusive stalker cutting out everything and everyone from his life wherever possible, trying to isolate him all while spewing his ideas that Only I Understand You Only I Know How You Truly Think I Have Your Mind. Think about it, the idea of ultron taking Hanks Face, His Likeness, Keeping him Hostage in his own body, making it so no matter what happens anyone who says the name Hank Pym will only see ultron, anyone who googles him will only see the amalgamation, anyone who looks at him will only see ultron, and the scary part is if you look at it with that concept instead of what we got ; Ultron WON. The Heroes Gave Up on saving Hank. They Gave Up on the idea of ever freeing Hank. Ultron stole hanks face, his life, and made everything about him end up being About Him. Pymtron is Ultron's one true victory and its the one where he succeeded in taking Everything from Hank while he made him Watch. ]

[lendmyboyfriendahand]

Okay, I've made a list of all my WiP's!

[soft-persephone]

Everyone’s going season two of moon knight when?? And I feel like it just came out 😭

[legalandnotease]

Ugh this. When Tony Stans and normies try to say that Steve and Tony were besties.

It is an utterly stupid headcanon. Not only were they not friends they lived entirely seperate lives.

In canon, Tony "retired" 2 or 3 times between movies. He doesn't even *see* his other team members for years at a time. In between Avengers 1 and Age of Ultron (which is a gap of 3 YEARS) he was doing his own thing with Pepper.

He never saw or had contact with Steve, Natasha, Thor or any of the others in that time. Its the reason why every time they get together the Avengers have to "catch up" with each other.

Then he doesn't see Steve for 1 more year until Civil War, and doesn't see anyone from Team Cap until Endgame. Its literally that long.

Put this in simpler terms: in universe, between 2012 and 2018 Steve and Tony only see each other 4 times, and 2 of those times they are at odds with one another. They spend what amounts to only 2-3 weeks together over **6 years**

This is hardly a friendship.

Steve was friends with Sam and Bucky. He was on friendly terms with Natasha and Thor. He was not friends with Tony at least until Endgame.

They were at best, only workmates.

Thunderbolts as a team is what everyone pretended the avengers were

[scarletmika]

The White Witch pt. 1 : ̗̀➛ Robert "Bob" Reynolds x Reader

PART ONE - PART TWO (coming soon)

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Reynolds/Sentry x Avenger!Witch!Reader

Summary: Bob knew who the Avengers were, who you were; he grew up watching them save the world time and time again. Now, he was one, but none of that could prepare him for what it would be like to meet you, or the instant connection that seemed to flow between you both.

Warnings: soulmate trope in a way, fluff, little bit of mental illness talk, SPOILERS I guess for Thunderbolts*, feminine description of reader, this is only part one

Word Count: 2,377 words

Requests are open! : ̗̀➛ Find my masterlist here

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Earth’s Mighiest Heroes - The Exhibition

Designed by the government with input from former SHIELD employees, and housed in New York at the Museum of the City of New York, this special exhibition shed light on the endless battles that The Avengers had faced since the moment of their conception, commemorating all they did to protect the world. Still 2 months out from opening, the museum had personally invited Bucky Barnes to tour the exhibition and provide any input on changes that needed to be made before opening.

That, in turn, meant a field trip for the Thunderbolts, or as they were now known, The New Avengers.

“Look at the battles in which this great team of heroes fought, the glory they achieved!” there were sighs through the entire group as Alexei’s yell reverberated through the entire exhibition. His arms were thrown wide, pointing up to a large photo hung on the wall to their right. “Look! A moment captured here in this great city as Captain America fends off the strange, weird little aliens from space-”

“Yes, Alexei, there are photos like that everywhere,” Yelena was exasperated as she threw her arms out, gesturing around the room. “That’s the point of the exhibition.”

“THIS is what we can become! The heroes, celebrated in museums, toys lining the shelves of stores around the world…”

Bob found himself further away from the group, silently looking at the photos and artifacts from these battles sitting throughout the room. Bucky was off to the side, speaking with some of the museum curators, and caught his eye for a moment. There was a silent question in the super soldier’s glance, checking that Bob was okay, and he gave his friend a quick nod before focusing back on everything before him.

These moments seemed so far away when he was growing up, things he only ever saw on television before his father had turned it off, shouting something political he didn’t understand. Or in headlines across newspapers littering the dining room table. Now they were directly before him. Worse than that, Bob was part of the team meant to replace the ones who came before, the heroes who had saved the world countless times, and he’d never felt like more of an impostor than in that moment.

He stood in front of the wall that commemorated Sokovia, the city that had found its way into the crossfire of a fight against Ultron. Bob remembered some of the details of the fight, specifically the robot created by the late Tony Stark that went rogue, but it had occurred during a particularly drug-use-heavy period in his life.

There were photos of every moment of the battle, it seemed, collected from eyewitnesses who were on the ground. The city on fire, the God of Thunder, Thor, and Captain America, ushering civilians onto the SHIELD ships to get them off the crumbling, floating city. Iron Man destroying one of Ultron’s bots in the middle of the air, more flying in behind him. Bob’s eyes caught on one photo, in the middle of the wall, of who he knew was called the Scarlet Witch now, Wanda Maximoff, fending off a group of incoming Ultron bots as streaks of her red magic enveloped them. Beside Wanda was you, a woman that had been just about his age at the time, holding tight to a child as a wall of white magic formed a wall between you and the bots coming after you both.

“It’s weird looking back on this all, isn’t it? Feels like another life,”

“K-Kind of,” Bob was still entranced by the photos, never looking over toward the voice now speaking beside him as he answered, pointing at the photos. “I’m uh, not really used to this type of thing. These guys…t-they’re heroes.”

“To the world. To them, they were just people with the power to help and felt obligated to,”

“I-I always thought of them as heroes,” Bob smiled to himself, pointing directly to the photo of you and Wanda that day in Sokovia. “I always liked them, their powers are cool. I-If I could have magic, I would. Can barely control m-my own powers, though, so maybe that wouldn’t be a good idea…”

“Take it from me, magic isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, though I’m curious what it is that you can do,”

Bob chose then to finally look over to the voice speaking to him, and his jaw went slack immediately. You weren’t the young woman you’d been in those photos on the wall, grown up now just as he had, but you looked just the same. You didn’t stand next to him in that same white and grey suit that you donned in so many of the photos in the room, instead dressed down like a civilian, but the tiny smirk on your face as your eyes glanced over him had his cheeks flushing.

“...I-I just made a fool of myself uh, didn’t I?”

You laughed at that, and Bob’s heart fluttered almost instantly. Pretty, that was the only word he could use to describe you as you stood next to him. 

“You didn’t, it was kind of cute,” you shot back with a tiny wink in his direction. “I’d introduce myself, but it seems you already know who I am.”

“The White Witch,” Bob said immediately, nodding his head feverishly. “Yeah, I uh, I know who you are. I-I’m Bob.”

You smiled at him, holding out your hand. Bob quickly took it in his, and his breath hitched the second his skin touched yours in even the slightest. 

He didn’t know how to describe it, the way the colors of the room seemed to get a little brighter from just that simple touch. The way his anxieties, always on high alert, seemed to be soothed by this blanket of just pure calm. He didn’t miss the way your head tilted to the side, curious and a flicker of white magic dancing past your irises for a moment, as your hands finally pulled apart after a beat of silence.

“Just Bob?”

“Technically uh, Robert Reynolds. B-But yeah…just Bob,”

“Bob with powers?”

“Uh, sometimes,” he’d laughed awkwardly, rubbing at the back of his neck. “Can’t really control it. R-Remember that thing…in New York a few months ago, the…the ‘void’ thing? Yeah…that uh, that was me- kind of, in a way.”

Bob was mentally cursing himself for the word vomit that seemed to be flowing from him, but he somehow just couldn’t stop his mouth from talking the second he started to. Now, he waited with bated breath for you to give him that same look of pity that the others did at times, to pull away from him with a flicker of terror in your features at the thought of what he’d done.

You didn’t, though. All you did was shrug at him, a smile still on your lips.

“My best friend accidentally enslaved an entire town in a hex while, at the same time, I was living in my own hex out of grief in the middle of the mountains where my entire former team was still alive,” Bob stared at you as you dumped the information on him while you laughed lightly at yourself. “So…we’ve all got our shit. Nothing to be ashamed of.”

Bob blinked for a second, just looking at you.

“S-Sounds like we both need medication,”

Once again, you’d laughed, and the weight that was sitting on Bob’s shoulders dissipated almost immediately. He’d just met you, and somehow being around you, hearing your laugh, seeing you smile…the way that Yelena had described ‘making the darkness feel lighter’ truly made sense finally.

“You’re funny, Robert Reynolds. Even if you’re a little awkward around the edges,” you teased him, getting a tiny laugh elicited out of him this time.

“Is that a bad thing?”

“Not at all, you remind me of someone I used to know,” that smile on your face seemed to grow reminiscent, eyes seeming far away as if stuck in a fond memory. “I miss him a lot.”

Bob watched you for a moment. It was almost as if he could feel that hint of sadness in you, feel the emotions radiating off of you in that moment.

“I’m sorry. D-Did you…lose him?”

“Kind of. No one remembers him, but I do,” it was a vague answer, but Bob didn’t want to push his luck. He could feel it, the shift from sadness into fondness in you, and it had him tilting his head. Bob was never great at reading other people, so why were you so easy for him to read?

Something similar must’ve been flowing through you as you mirrored him, tilting your own head as you examined him, trying to find an answer yourself.

“Well…this is a surprise,”

Both you and Bob turned, Bucky now standing just a few feet away with an easy smile on his face, something Bob really hadn’t seen from him before. He was starting to believe that you had a way of just calming everyone around you, but that feel of your hand in his still had his head reeling. Your smile brightened as you looked at Bucky, stepping up to tug the super soldier into a hug.

“Looking good for a hundred-year-old man, Buck,” you joked, clapping him on the shoulder as you pulled back. Bucky laughed, yet another foreign sound to the team, and it quickly drew the attention of the rest of the New Avengers.

“Been a while since I’ve seen you, not since the Karli incident,” Bucky commented back as the rest of the team gathered around. His smile dropped momentarily. “How’s��how’s Sam?”

“Nope, I’m not getting in the middle of this lovers’ spat,” you shook your head, and Bucky relaxed slightly with a small laugh.

“Fair enough. How long are you in town for?”

“Until the exhibition opening in two months, or until Joaquin calls to say that life without me around is boring,” Yelena chuckled the loudest at that comment as you looked around at everyone else who had suddenly appeared. “Well…you all must be The New Avengers. Nice to finally meet you, Yelena. Nat talked about you a lot.”

Yelena gave you a warm smile at that, and Ava was quick to introduce herself afterward. Alexei made a show of shaking your hand for entirely too long, droning on and on about your accomplishments, something that made you laugh once more. Your gaze flickered over to John, your smile seeming to tighten a little when you looked at him.

“Nice to see you, witchy,” John commented, bouncing between his two feet for a moment as if anxious to be around you.

“Walker,” you only gave him a curt nod in response, animosity still clearly lingering in the air between you both as Bucky stepped between you to cut off the glaring eye contact. “Well, it’s nice to finally meet you all. When they asked me to come in and give the exhibition a look, I was hoping I’d get to meet you guys.”

“And?” Alexei chimed in, gesturing down at himself and the Red Guardian suit that he insisted on wearing to this walkthrough, even though the rest of the team dressed casually. Yelena muttered something to herself in Russian under her breath at his actions. “Are you impressed by this powerful, heroic team we have built, young Avenger?”

Your eyes flicked to Bob, who hadn’t been able to look away from you since the moment he’d touched your hand. Another smile crawled across your lips as you locked eyes, his cheeks flaring bright red.

“Yeah, I’d say I’m impressed,”

“Well, if you’re going to be in town for a while,” Yelena cut in, not picking up on the lingering glances between Bob and you. “Think we could talk about this copyright lawsuit Wilson filed.”

“Now that I did plan to hopefully speak to you all about,” you turned, following Yelena back toward the entrance of the exhibition as Alexei and Ava quickly followed after you both. “Plus, I have been dying to see what De Fontaine has done with my old home.”

Bob’s eyes followed you the entire way, heat flaring in his cheeks again as you glanced back at him from afar, that grin still on your lips.

He was broken out of his moment by John’s hand clamping down on his shoulder with a squeeze. He glanced at the soldier, whose smirk stretched wide, and then back to Bucky, whose lips were quirked up in the smallest of smirks as well.

“Looks like Bobby boy here has a crush!”

Bob groaned, rubbing his hands over his face with a shake of his head.

“Walker, p-please-”

“I don’t know, maybe he’s got a point,” Bucky joined in, nodding his head toward the doorway where you’d just disappeared out of. “She’s always been friendly, but she seems to have taken to you pretty fast.”

“She was just being nice-”

“Ah, yes, because ‘nice’ always means lingering glances and little smiles,” John continued to tease, walking backward toward the door the rest of the team had just disappeared out of as he pointed back at Bob. “Maybe I’ll captain this ship, I’m sure I can give you a few pointers on how to bag a woman.”

“Yeah, because that went so well for you, Walker,”

Bob couldn’t help the nervous laugh he let out as Walker flipped off Bucky, disappearing through the doorway of the exhibition. Bob’s gaze turned back to Bucky, who was just looking at him expectantly.

“She’s…she’s really pretty. And nice, and when uh…when she shook my hand i-it was like…I don’t know, it was like we were connected. I’m not uh, I’m not good with people. It’s like I could feel her-”

“She was also practically Steve’s little sister and is one of the strongest beings on this earth,” Bucky told him with a pointed look as they fell into step beside one another. Bob let out another sigh.

“T-This is going to be a long two months, isn’t it?”

“If you fall in love, Bob, just tell her, please. I don’t need to live through another Steve and Peggy situation. I’m too old for this shit,”

[randomshyperson]

Hey there! I really loved the ones you did for Wanda, so i was wondering if you'd be down to do one for Natasha with Touching 35, Hugs 17 and Hands 13 (if you're ok with it going that way).

If not, it's totally cool, love your works :)

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

prompt: linking hands together during sex, hugging from behind, kissing their bruises and scars | words: 1.686k | warnings: (+18), shower smut, bottom!natasha, language, mentions of violence.

challenge masterlist | general masterlist

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The only sounds in the surroundings were running water and the news coming from the corner television that Natasha probably left on.

You closed the bedroom door behind you, making just enough noise to announce your presence without startling her - Not that you believed it was possible to sneak around with a black widow.

Natasha left the bathroom ajar and your gaze met hers in the reflection in the mirror. She smiled at first, no sound coming from her lips, neither of greeting nor of pain even though she was treating significant cuts scattered across her body. The purple marks on her back and chest were almost completely visible through that sports tank top she was wearing, and you sighed as you leaned against the door.

She held your gaze. "All it takes for you to show up is a near end of the world, huh?"

The teasing made you smile. You crossed your arms, knowing that if you didn't keep your hands busy, you would touch her. And you needed to know if Natasha wasn't mad at you first.

"Well, at least now I know that I can't leave you alone for five minutes without that leading to the eventual destruction of all mankind." You say, an undertone in the sentence that makes Natasha frown slightly. You sigh before adding; "I just said goodbye to my brother. We both agree that it's best to always have an Asgardian on the team." 

Natasha swallows hard and looks away. She's a master at hiding her emotions, and she does a great job of disguising the news that would easily be the best thing she's heard in weeks. She gives you a small chuckle, looking at you in the reflection. "You two think too highly of yourselves, you know? We took care of half of Ultron's army while your brother was taking a bath in a cave." 

You chuckle, joining in the comfortable push and pull you've always had ever since you first met her, so many years ago when Thor first came to Earth. 

"Is that so?" She hums in agreement, her body language betraying her and leaning towards you. "Because I heard you spent half the time in handcuffs." She raises an eyebrow. 

"Your intel is incorrect," she counters. "Ultron knocked me out, but I had my hands free." You laugh at her irony, shaking your head in disapproval. She smiles, mimicking the gesture before taking a deep breath.

An exchange of glances and the mood in the room changed completely. You looked at her so intently that Natasha thought it best to go stare back to the mirror. Finally, you spoke. "You could have called me." It was a whisper, too gentle or sad to be accusatory. She sighed softly. "I would have kicked Stark's ass in a second. Blown up a few things, or even charmed a few minds. But I would have been here. And you definitely wouldn't have been unconscious." 

She rested her hands on the sink, somewhat tense and visibly tired. "It wasn't anyone's fault." She counters seriously but keeps her tone as friendly as she can. "It's the job, malysha (baby). We go and fight, and come home with a few scratches. I knew how important your mission was. I won’t call you if it isn’t a matter of life or death. I was sure we could handle it, and in the end, we did."

But your gaze was on the large bruise on her shoulder when you replied with a "Few scratches, huh?" 

She gave you a sad smile and with a nod, you knew what she was allowing. 

You can touch me. 

You uncrossed your arms and moved slowly. Natasha sighed as she felt your hands touch her elbows, and then her shoulders until your arms wrapped around her. She was overcome by a sudden urge to cry - all the stress of the last few weeks, all the fights. And all the missing you burning feeling in her chest. She sighed, sinking into the warmth of your embrace for a moment. You kissed her neck and stared at her through the reflection. 

"Let me take a look." You asked and she opened her mouth to retort with a "You don't have to" but you were already hushing her gently, wrapping your arms around her waist to spin her around and have her against the counter. She bit her lip to hide her own reactions, eyes watching you carefully undress her.

The tank top came off first and she could see the darkness in your expression as you took in the new display of bruises. Then her combat pants and she removed her socks as you set the items aside in the corner.

Close again, you traced some of the more superficial bruises on her torso on your way to removing her bra.

Natasha said nothing, the cool air of the room making her body tremble just before it warmed again beneath your touch.

When you bent down to pull her panties to the floor, she let her fingers play with the strands of your hair for a moment.

“You’re such a charmer,” she murmured teasingly. “You’ve barely gotten here and there’s already a naked girl in your room.”

You chuckled, throwing her panties in the corner with the other clothes. "Don't be silly, this is your room." You replied in the same tone and tugged on your shirt, which got stuck in the attempt and Natasha was happy to help between one giggle and another.

She didn't steal any kisses, but you forgot to ask. You were busy exchanging complicity looks and giggles as she pulled your belt and pants away, and you stumbled out of your Asgardian boots.

Finally, you were both naked and under the shower. She turned it on and didn't wait for the water to heat up before pushing you under, and you didn't pull her along in sympathy for the number of bruises she still had.

But the light, teasing ,and joking mood changed as your fingers traced her new scars.

The water did most of the work, of course - Natasha still needed a lot to get used to the mystical side of life, and the existence of gods like you, but she would certainly never stop being enchanted by your abilities. Her body relaxed under your enchanted touch. The water drops would do the healing, but you ran your hands and lips over as much of her skin as you could, slowly as if you were idolizing every inch of her. When you finally got to your knees again with your lips on her thighs, Natasha was already panting, her legs shaking. 

"You're such a tease." She comments with her eyes narrowed, the hot water and the affection of your touch had completely relaxed her. She was aroused, of course, but it was warm, comforting somehow. 

You giggle mischievously, the bruises are completely gone now. The mystical, silvery glow of the water you manipulated to heal her had also completely drained down the drain, and now all that was left was you and your affections.

You looked up, slightly mesmerized by the beauty of the woman in front of you.

Your lack of action made Natasha look down, a smile playing on her lips. 

"Don't be shy now, darling. I'm ready for you."

You let out a shuddering sigh but resisted just long enough to tease her. "You always want me on my knees, Natalia. Is it because I'm royalty?"

She giggled, her dominant hand tangling in your hair and before she pulled you up, she growled an affectionate "Come here you dork."

Despite the urgency, the kiss was tender. At least at first, filled with the longing you felt for each other. Then Natasha's tongue slid to your bottom lip, never asking permission before increasing the urgency of that kiss, and you were grateful that her fragile human body was healed and allowed you to press her roughly against the wall.

She moaned into your mouth, fighting for dominance in the kiss before being overpowered by the sudden friction of your knee against her core. With her hips moving of their own accord, it didn't take long for her to break the kiss with pleading moans, full of need. You never denied her, you never could. She didn't even need to ask and you already moved your knee away to sink your fingers into her, being rewarded with the sweetest sounds and breathless sighs.

The hot water dripped against your back, and the closer Nat got to the climax, the more her body writhed. Natasha liked to kiss you when she came because she knew it drove you crazy to feel her shudder and whine into your mouth when she did it. One of her hands grabbed your face to control the kiss as your fingers danced inside her, filling her completely in a back-and-forth motion that was driving her mad. On instinct, she dug her nails into your back, and you grunted in slight pain, before using your free hand to hold hers against the wall. The brief restraint pushed her over the edge and all it took was a twist of your wrist and she came, whimpering into your tongue.

You kissed her chastely a few times until she could respond properly. She was still throbbing deliciously against your fingers when you pulled back to suck your fingers clean.

Natasha looked at you with dilated pupils, the hand that had been on your face falling to your shoulder next to the one you released.

"I think very highly of you, too, you now. “ She confessed with a rusky worn-out tone. “Just don't get too cocky."

You smile, shaking your head at your girlfriend's post-orgasm state.

Not that you've decided on a label.

"Making you come is all I need to get some compliments, then? Good to know."

"Shut up."

"With pleasure. I happen to have plenty of other ideas to occupy my mouth with."

She shakes her head, a goofy smile on her lips. "Idiot."

"And all yours, baby."

[hay-389]

You know what gets me???

2012 me, having just turned 10 years old, watching the rolling credits to The Avengers and turning to my mom and saying, “That was really good, I hope they make a sequel.”

[zzbubblegumbitchzz]

All Your’n - Quinn Hughes

best friends who are 100% more.

AN: i was listening to Tyler Childers while i was writing this, so i guess if you wanna add some spice to your reading listen to All Your’n.

WC: 1.1k

CW: kinda suggestive, besties to lovers, fluff, kisses.

Best friend Quinn absolutely has every one of your orders saved.

Doesn't matter where it's to, has them all saved. and if your order changes based off mood? He's got those saved too.

He takes you on roadies, at first you were just a guest. just hanging out, chilling with the wives you also came along. now you bunk with him, it’s never an argument or “who’s rooming with cap?” it’s always you.

He always goes to the room before he picks you up from lunch with Garly’s wife. He's gotta have time to get all your snacks and drinks and goodies ready for you.

You guys met in school, at a random home game he played. wearing the other school's hoodie. He almost talked himself out of chatting with you.

“Yeah I know, kinda a sin to wear this but ya know, gotta root for where I came from.” He was smitten right then and there but he’d never tell you. He’d never snitch that the pretty girl in an OSU hoodie was what he was thinking about at night.

He learns fast what your comfort movie is - Captain America: Civil War. He sat for hours in your dorm listening to you ramble about how that should’ve been an Avengers movie, and that’s the night he told you he had never seen any. You can’t have that, absolutely not. That following Saturday, you piled in your dorm. All the snacks, with each movie laid out on your desk.

Now, he doesn't care if you aren't home, or if you're in another country than he is. When that new marvel movie comes out, bet your ass he has the tickets, your outfits and the time READY. All shows are reserved for a binge watch with him when you’re together again.

You guys totally have matching bracelets, like those string friendship bracelets we all made back in the day. You've worn them since the first time you hung out and you just make copies of them whenever they fall off.

Marvel movie binges are often. you're an avengers gal, he'll start the timeline beginning to end just so he can watch you fall asleep as soon as age of ultron starts just so he has an excuse to pull you closer to him. He swears you're just friends, but when the next morning comes and you're half asleep in the kitchen with Jack and Luke and he walks in the house with a starbucks cup just the way you want and a big smile on his face everyone is putting pieces together.

“We went to bed late, sweetheart. I got you this and a sandwich, so you’re actually alive when Trevor and Cole get here." and he'll kiss your head and walk away and Jack’s eyeing Luke and then they both look at you, eyebrows raised.

"We're just friends!" you'd swear even though your heart definitely picked up the second his lips were on your head, and how you wish he’d come back and do it again and again and again.

Oh.

Oh. Oh my god.

You have feelings for your best friend. Ya know the best friend who’s always awake when you call at 3am, and the best friend who always knows what you want even before you know, and the best friend who lets you sleep in his bed when you’re stressed because “it’s comfortable Quinny! Please.” And the best friend who just made your whole body light up from such a small gesture, and that's when little pieces click.

Your eyes widen and you’re looking right at Jack.

“Oh you figured it out, huh?” He’s chuckling.

“Jack! Be nice, she just realized something big.” Luke’s understanding, he sees the fear on your face.

“Oh god. This can’t be happening, this is gonna ruin everything. I’m gonna lose him and you guys and the family I've been so lucky to be a part of. Oh my god. I’m gonna have to change my name and move to Peru or something.” Now you’re rambling, voice is shaky and then he walks in and your heart stops.

“Why are you moving to Peru?”

Now you’re wide eyed, Jacks wide eyed, Luke’s wide eyed and Quinn’s confused.

And then when you leave your phone unlocked on the table by him, “why's that your wallpaper?" and now his heart is beating really fast and he doesn't know why.

“Oh! It’s one of my favorites, it’s kind of a big deal winning the norris and you wanted me there. Means a lot to me and I like looking at us. We looked good.” You have this soft tone and your face is flushed up to your ears and your nose is scrunched a little bit and you're just his bestest friend who he can't stop thinking about and he wishes he could call when he's alone and stuck in his hotel room, who also looks so fucking good in his clothes it makes him want to explode.

Oh my god.

He's attracted to his best friend. The best friend who looks right at home in his house, who looks like she belongs in his family. Like everyone already loves her just as much as he loves her. Like the team doesn’t automatically expect her to be his plus one. The same best friend who he calls the second he has something exciting to tell her. The same best friend who took care of him during all those injuries this season. The same best friend he can’t handle even looking at anyone else.

That's when his body moves faster than his brain, his lips are on yours in an instant.

“Can't just say that shit, sweetheart."

It's like a breath of fresh air for him when you kiss him back. Like a piece of his soul is right where it's meant to be. With you, on his lap, lips against yours. Every painful, shit moment he’s gone through leads him right here. To this moment.

"I'd love nothing more than to keep kissing you, but I know the guys are gonna be back any second and I really don't want them seeing you on my lap getting needy."

Jesus christ. Getting needy. You’re getting needy for Quinn. Your Quinn.

Just like he said, the second you're off his lap, and right under his arm; in they come.

You both look like you got caught doing something you're not supposed to, you excuse yourself, too awkward to handle the rest of them right now. Your hand is just hovering on your lips as you walk out. Quinns is quick to text you, "promise when we go to bed tonight, i'll do it again and i won't leave you hanging this time. I’d really like to see how needy you actually get when I have more than 5 minutes.”

Jack kinda cackles when he realizes how quick Quinn’s phone was out.

“Did we interrupt something, Q?"

"Fuck off Jack."

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DP X Marvel #22

Nick Fury hadn’t known peace in years. Aliens, HYDRA, interdimensional rifts, Tony Stark’s emotional instability—he thought he’d seen it all. That was until a small, gremlin-like twelve-year-old girl phased through the wall of the S.H.I.E.L.D. helicarrier, exploded three vending machines with a casual flick of her wrist, and declared with unshakeable confidence, “You guys owe me a snack for saving the multiverse.”

Her name was Danielle Phantom—Dani, with an “i”—and she was, allegedly, a clone of a ghost-human hybrid from another dimension. She was twelve, made entirely out of spite and ectoplasm, and Nick Fury made the catastrophic mistake of not immediately tossing her into a containment chamber.

Not that it would’ve helped. The last time they tried, she melted the titanium walls by burping.

“She’s not a threat,” Banner had insisted.

“She’s twelve!” Steve argued.

“She called me a rotting rotisserie chicken and set my cape on fire,” Thor grumbled, looking genuinely unsettled.

“She’s perfect,” Tony said. “Can I adopt her?”

“NO,” Fury barked. “She’s mine.”

And that’s how Dani Phantom became Nick Fury’s personal chaos goblin.

It started with the incident in Belarus. Fury had sent her to shadow a low-risk intel extraction mission—get in, get out, observe. She got bored. Two hours later, she returned with the mission completed, three HYDRA bases blown up, and a new trench coat she’d stolen off an agent twice her size. She looked proud. She also had a churro.

“Where the hell did you get that?” Fury asked.

“Multiversal Costco. Long story.”

She ate it while hovering upside down.

Dani didn’t walk. She floated. She didn’t knock. She phased through walls, floors, and sometimes people, which she claimed was “great for making dudes pee themselves.” She kept trying to haunt Clint Barton’s hearing aids (“for funsies”), called Natasha “Murder Barbie,” and threatened to sell Peter to the Tooth Fairy for “a good price.”

“I don’t even have ghost teeth!” Peter shrieked.

“Exactly. You’re rare,” Dani replied ominously.

She made the mistake of touching Loki once. Just once. She’d been told not to.

“Don’t touch the Asgardian,” Fury had said.

“Why not?” she asked.

“Because he’s the God of Mischief.”

“Oh. Cool.”

She poked him.

Loki screamed. She screamed louder. Everyone screamed. For some reason, there were snakes involved by the end of it.

Now, every time Loki sees Dani, he immediately teleports to another continent. “She’s worse than Odin,” he whispers, eyes wide and glassy.

Fury had to admit: Dani got results. She was an absolute menace—a glowing, cackling, miniature poltergeist in ripped jeans and combat boots—but she could sniff out a Kree spy from fifty yards away, beat an Ultron drone with a piece of rebar, and disable alien tech by licking it. (He didn’t approve of that one, but she claimed it was “a ghost thing.”)

“Why do you keep her?” Hill asked him one day, as Dani was in the background convincing a rookie agent that she was a resurrected Soviet weapon.

Fury sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Because the little gremlin saved my life.”

That part was true. He’d been cornered by a Skrull impersonating Agent Coulson, and before he could blink, Dani had flown through the ceiling screaming, “NOT MY BALD DAD, YOU SLIMEY LIZARD BASTARD!” She obliterated the Skrull with a ghost ray and threw Fury over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“You weigh like a thousand pounds!” she’d grunted, struggling to fly him out of danger.

“Put me down!”

“No! You’re grounded and dying on my watch is against the rules!”

It was, somehow, the most competent rescue Fury had ever experienced.

From then on, Dani followed him everywhere. She sat in on briefings, chewing bubblegum obnoxiously loud. She hacked into S.H.I.E.L.D. files just to draw little ghost doodles on top of agent profiles. She replaced the AI’s voice with her own. Every time the intercom came on, it was her:

“Attention all agents, remember to hydrate or I will personally possess you and make you chug milk.”

She terrorized the Avengers with zero remorse. Steve got glitter-bombed. Clint was stalked by a floating sandwich. Banner’s lab notes were mysteriously replaced with eldritch doodles and “Dani was here” scribbled in the margins. Tony found all his Iron Man suits programmed to play “Ghostbusters” every time they powered on.

“I SWEAR TO GOD, IF I HEAR THAT SONG ONE MORE TIME—”

“Who ya gonna call?” Dani whispered from inside the vents.

Tony screamed.

But in her own completely deranged way, she was loyal. Deadly. Protective.

When some alien parasite tried to mind-control Fury, Dani showed up mid-briefing, opened her mouth, and screamed—a full-on ghost wail that shattered the windows and disintegrated the creature instantly.

Silence.

Everyone stared.

Dani wiped her mouth and grinned. “Oops. Was that loud?”

Fury was on the floor, bleeding from the ears. “You think?”

Later, she brought him noise-canceling earmuffs with skull stickers. “For next time.”

Fury eventually stopped questioning it. He’d wake up and find her floating three inches above his bed.

“Sleep check,” she’d say.

“I am very awake now.”

“Good.”

She haunted meetings, stole alien artifacts to make jewelry, and referred to Maria Hill exclusively as “General Mom.” She threatened to possess Tony’s coffee machine and did it. It only made decaf for three months. He cried.

And somehow, Dani ended up as the unofficial child mascot of S.H.I.E.L.D.

She was terrifying.

She was beloved.

She bit Deadpool once. He cried.

And yet, when Fury got taken by a rogue faction of former S.W.O.R.D. agents trying to expose classified data, the first person to show up wasn’t Steve, or Natasha, or even Carol.

It was Dani.

She burst in mid-interrogation, glowing, floating, and furious. Her eyes blazed green. Her ponytail whipped behind her like a comet trail. She didn’t say anything.

She just started throwing people.

“YOU THINK YOU CAN KIDNAP MY DAD?!” she screamed, hurling a desk at someone’s face. “I live in his walls! I KNOW THINGS!”

“You’re not even related to me!” Fury yelled as she fried a guy with ectoplasmic lightning.

“I TOOK A BLOOD TEST ONLINE AND IT SAID I’M 78% NICK FURY, 22% CHICKEN NUGGET!”

“You WHAT?!”

She ghost-punched the lead agent into the ceiling, caught Fury by the collar, and flew him out of the crumbling compound as everything exploded behind them.

When they landed, she wiped the soot from his coat, then hugged him hard.

He stood there stiffly before awkwardly patting her head.

“You’re insane,” he muttered.

“Thanks, Dad.”

“I’m not your—”

“Too late. I already wrote it in my diary.”

Later, at S.H.I.E.L.D. HQ, Dani threw her feet up on the command table and declared, “This whole place is my haunted house now.”

Nobody argued.

The AI was programmed to greet her.

The agents stepped aside when she passed.

She had a personal couch that she’d painted green and black, and a glowing “NO NERDS” sign that Tony kept trying to steal.

Every so often, she disappeared into the multiverse. “Gotta stretch the legs,” she’d say, then come back two hours later with three infinity stones, a new jacket, and a baby goat.

Fury didn’t ask.

He learned not to ask.

But when the next alien invasion hit—when half of Manhattan lit up with something eldritch and writhing and very not-from-Earth—it wasn’t Thor who responded first.

It was Dani.

Hovering above Times Square, cracking her knuckles, eyes glowing like nuclear fallout.

“Alright, weird space tentacle thing,” she said. “You just messed with the wrong twelve-year-old.”

And from the helicarrier, sipping his bitter coffee, Nick Fury watched the ghost girl he never asked for absolutely wreck an interdimensional horror, cackling like a goblin while civilians cheered.

He sighed.

“God help us all.”