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[jackiequick]

Bringing The Team Together [Agents Of SHIELD]

Pairing: Amelia M. Parker (OC) & Grant Ward

Other characters present/mentioned: Maria Hill, Jemma Simmons & Leo Fitz, Phil Coulson, Skye, Melissa Wallance (OC), Ji-Hoon (OCs), The Young Avengers (OCs) etc

Setting: Agent Of SHIELD season 1 Pilot

Summary: Just when Agent Amelia Parker thinks she’s off the hook, she gets sucked back in. In other words, her old boss Coulson has the idea of making a team

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1 year, 5 weeks, 2 days and 104 minutes. That’s how long she was gone from SHIELD directly, more or less. Or it’s not like she is counting away, right? She was on a short-length mission with Ward as she stood outside the building watching his six in the helicopter as he got the job done inside. Usually though? She was stuck “babysitting” the Young Avengers, making friends with them as they called it and keeping an eye on the team.

Which usually meant hearing romance gossip, being chased down as someone broke into The Tower and or trying to chill as they all got along. It wasn’t that she didn’t like them, she did. But sometimes she felt misplaced, like the oddball in the midst of it all. It didn’t help that Hill and other agents were consistently making them look bad in front of the young heroes, who weren’t that fond of them to begin with.

And now? She was being held in a black ‘debriefing room’ as they called it, in front of Maria Hill who was dressed in her usual entire suit. She sat down in the semi-comfortable chair, with her elbows resting against the metal table wearing her usual black clothing.

“What does SHIELD stand for, Agent Parker?” Hill asked in her usual stern tone.

Amelia glanced up at her as she answered, “Uh, Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division.”

“And what exactly does that mean to you?”

“Are you really asking me that? Cause we both know i’ll say one thing and you give me a remark about it.”

“Agent Parker.”

“Fine. Compassion, loyalty and heart—that’s what it means to me. Or at least, that’s what it should it be because–”

“Parker. Enough. In case you need a reminder, I'm your boss here.”

“Ehh, wrong. Technically Coulson was my boss, you just stepped in when he died…”

Amelia looked away as Hill just silently watched her. Her fingernails tapping a rhythm against the metal table, waiting for Amelia to continue her statement or not.

“And it also means we’re the people who fight.” Amelia expanded on her previous statement with a deep sigh, “SHIELD means we’re the divide between the world and the much...weirder world. Sadly, we often protect people from things they aren’t ready to hear.”

Hill nods with her eyes directly on the young agent before saying, “Correct. And I know you may not always like it—a lot of people, many not always like it, as it does cause issues. But we do it. And if something shows up, we try to get to it before someone bad does.”

Amelia just nods silently and hums, inhaling as her gaze shifted to the older women in front of her. She did wonder why Hill brought her in here, after she gave her an item she had in her pocket about the Rising Tide.

“Everything is changing, Agent Parker.” Hill said standing up, once she gave the item to a fellow agent to store safely and turned to face her, “A little while ago, people went to be thinking the craziest thing in the world was a billionaire flying around in a red and gold suit. And then aliens, along with a god, invaded New York, having to expose plenty of people…such as the mutant, gods from distant planets, a man from the 40s and other non-human heroes.”

“Mhmm.” Amelia hummed, “I know. I was there, I saw it all from the Helicarrier, Hill. Why are you telling me this? To bring back old memories? Or are you trying to stir the pot even more? If so, I'm not interested and you might as well send me back to The Tower…”

“I’m telling you this because at the moment, you’re being removed from The Young Avengers case.”

“What?”

Hill nodded, crossing her arms as she circled around the room and walked before stopping. She didn’t know what Coulson or the others had planned, hell, she didn’t exactly care. But she did know that Phil was removing one of her agents off the database and onto his area of the field instead. Meaning, she won’t have a clue what her youngest agent, Amelia, will be up to, only if she returns for certain things.

“Agent Wallance will be taking your place, effective immediately .” Hill started taking a spot in front of her, “You’re going to be removed from The Tower and working on a new area.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Amelia exclaimed, “You’re putting sweet ol’ Melissa in that place, having a more prominent role?”

“You sound so surprised. Don’t tell me, you're going to miss being surrounded by those heroes?”

“N—no. Not exactly..I mean, they grown on me…just, why?”

“For that you’ll have to ask Agent Coulson.”

“Pff, yeah, sure, his spirit is gonna appear or something?” Amelia remarked with a sarcastic joke and scoffed, “You know Coulson is gone, Hill. I vividly remember Agent Ji-Hoon pulling me away from the hallway, so i don’t see the mess that Loki made once he killed Phil..I’m clearance level 6, got the full report.”

Suddenly, a voice appeared out of the shadow as a body stepped out, with a soft smile.

“Welcome to level 7.” Said the voice, being none other than Phil Coulson, as he glanced between Amelia and Hill.

“I…” Amelia uttered, taking a sharp breath and gasped as she turned around to face him, “..how?!”

“Oh? I just walked in through the back. Sorry, that corner was really dark.”

“No, not that! How?!”

Amelia’s jaw was dropped, as she listened to how Nick Fury faked Coulson’s death to motivate the agents and they knew they couldn’t have said anything to her, or else things must’ve gone sideways. Especially with how the Young Avengers basically had someone on their team who could practically smell lies from a mile away. Meaning Rick and Rochelle. Plus, none of them were level 7, so they didn’t need to know.

She just nodded in shock, before Coulson gave her a soft smile with an open arm, pulling the young agent into a hug.

———

As they exchanged words and escorted out of the elevator, in which Ward joined in a few minutes before. According to Hill, they told him first thing in the morning and was waiting to tell Amelia about this. Coulson gave them both a recap on how he ended up with this particular position and Ward remarked how something must’ve pulled Phil back in the game, as they entered another room. A control room filled with coaches, computers and monitors on the wall that showcases The Rising Tide getting footage before SHIELD has, an unregistered gifted man with an identity unknown. In other words, a superhero.

Hill said that Coulson decided to create a mobile command unit, in which Ward and Amelia were assigned. Amelia asked if Melissa and Ji-Hoon would join, especially since Ji-Hoon has level 7 clearance. Hill said that she’ll have them join in as soon as possible. Coulson added that he wants to have the team together and working around the issue to get to this new unknown identity. Amelia nods.

“This man’s world is about to get very weird.” Coulson stated looking between the monitors and the two agents. “He’s gonna need some help.”

“That’s where I come in?” Amelia asked, pointing to herself, “Coulson, I may have experience but it doesn’t always translate well with others. They’re either extremely traumatized or very sensitive about being brought in, needing help.”

“I know that. But oftentimes it works out very well for us.”

“Okay. We’ll try.”

“I’m sorry. I was trained on day one as a specialist. I go in alone, I get it done. Defusing a bomb? I’m your guy.” Ward suddenly said with his arms crossed and then pointing to Amelia, “A welcoming committee? That’s her speed.”

“Excuse me?” Amelia remarked, crossing her arms as she looked at the taller agent, “I’m not the welcoming committee.”

“Didn’t you spend 5 months out of your year recruiting and welcoming The Young Avengers?”

“Someone had to do it.”

“You just made my point very clear. And I think Ji-Hoon would agree.”

“Not funny.”

Coulson, as always, brought them back to the main conversation as he referred his attention to Ward first. “I know it’s not what you want.” He said holding a binder as he started to open it, “Agent Hill did a very detailed assessment of your last 3 missions. Combat? Top grades. Espionage? She gave you the highest marks since Romanoff.”

“Damn.” Amelia muttered, “If Romanoff heard that..”

Ward nods in approval and appreciation towards Hill as the brunette woman nods in return.

Coulson continued with a soft smile, “Under people’s skills, she drew a little poop, with knives sticking out of it.”

“What? It’s…” Ward said, placing a hand on Amelia’s shoulder as he looked over to see the drawing.

“That's bad, isn't it? And given your family history, I'm surprised it’s not worse. But…I think you're the guy for this. If I'm wrong, you go straight back to your bombs.”

Suddenly, Streiten entered the room, “Team’s approved. Physicals are all fine. Fitz-Simmons is not cleared for combat. Along with Agent Wallace. I’m told that won’t be an issue. Agent Ji-Hoon is in perfect health. Agent Parker is cleared for combat. Agent Ward here… he’s almost too fit.”

Ward’s gaze perked up as he walked over pointing a finger and said, “That’s an issue. That should be an issue. Maybe I can’t join the team..”

“God, are you dismissed.” Hill muttered as she was looking over the files in the binder, “Parker, follow him. You need to get packing anyway.”

“I–but...” Amelia protests with a whine.

“Go.”

She groaned and followed Ward out the door, as they entered the elevator. She leaned against the wall within the elevator as she smiled, “You’re still joining, aren’t ya?”

“I have no choice.” Ward glanced over at her once the doors closed and smiled, “Besides, someone has to keep my girl in check.”

“Aw, you just want to spend time with me.”

“I never said that.”

“But you implied it.”

“Don’t be cheeky.”

“But you love it when I am.”

———

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Amelia arrived at The Tower to collect her things, as she went to pack her stuff into a duffle bag. She noticed Melissa Wallace, her friend, entering the room and questioning where exactly she was going. Amelia replied that she was being sent on a mission, she was given level 7 clearance today, as Melissa’s eyes widened in intrigued, and slight confusion. She knew she couldn’t say too much, so she gave Melissa what she needed to know as the brunette gasped.

“Wait, wait, wait–you got level 7 clearance for a mission with Coulson? But he’s dead.” Melissa exclaimed, pushing her glasses up, “Mia, we talked about this. Phil Coulson is dead and gone, you grieved and moved past it.”

“I’m not lying, Mel.” Amelia said with her eyes shifted back to her duffle bag.

“We all saw it happen! Hill is probably messing with you and–”

“You’re cleared for this assignment too, you know?”

“I–what?! But I'm not..huh? I’m still confused how you ended up on level 7.”

Just then, a tall asian man, none other than Ji-Hoon, appeared closing the door behind him. He was hiding from Liane and trying to get some moment of peace.

“Who’s got level 7 clearance?” He asked, as the shorter brunette looked away.

Melissa answered him with a finger, “Mia did.”

“Seriously? Right on, Mia! I’m not the only level 7 agent here anymore.”

“Am I seriously the only one who isn’t cleared for this?!”

“No. Marlene is level 5 and Nikolai is level 6.”

“I–rude! Back to the main point, Mia is now welcomed to level 7 and is leaving us for some mission with her ghost mentor.”

“For the last time, he’s somehow not dead!” Amelia yelled in annoyance and looked up from folding up a sweater.

“Yes he–” Melissa exclaimed but was cut off by their friend.

Ji-Hoon crossed his arms and hummed, “She’s not wrong, he’s not dead. I got the full report this morning.”

“Wait what?!” Melissa asked with widened eyes and blinked. “So you know about this whole thing?”

“Sorta.” Ji-Hoon replied with a shrug, “I only got to reading page two, before Liane burned a painting this morning.”

“So we’re on this assignment?”

“Yeap. According to the file, Mia is going first and once my shift is over this week, i’ll be joining them.”

“..and me?”

“You’re not cleared from combat but you are going.”

Melissa muttered, “I—Go figure.”

“Just wait until Hill bring you into a black debriefing room.” Amelia said smiling and put a hand on her shoulder, “You’ll see.”

Ji-Hoon heard Liane’s voice calling out to him and groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. He really did hope he will be called in sooner, than later.

“Elsa, where are you?!” Liane shouted down the hall, teasing him with the nickname, “Did you get moody and hide in your ice castle again?”

“One more Frozen reference out of you and I'll freeze all your Speak Now merch alive! You hear me?!” Ji-Hoon shouted as his hands curled into first before sighing, “I swear with her…”

Melissa winced and rubbed the back of her neck before asking, “Uh okay…anyways, so, who else is a part of this team that Coulson is building?”

“Uh, you, me, Ji-Hoon, Ward..” Amelia answered listing off the names she remembered from the file, “Fitz-Simmons, Melinda May is just the pilot–”

“May is just the pilot? Okay, that’s a lie.”

“Ask Coulson, not me.”

“I’ll see it when I believe it.”

With that Amelia gave her friends a smile and hugs before grabbing her duffle bag, and rushing out the door. Liane saw where she was heading and muttered, “What is she going?”

“Don’t worry about it!” Ji-Hoon shouted at the blonde.

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[purifiedclitoris69]

Statements

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Shield agent!reader

Summary: Assumptions are made about the relationship you have with Natasha, so you took it upon yourself to make a statement :)

Your relationship with Natasha is built on years of trust, mutual respect, and an unspoken understanding that comes from living in the shadows of espionage. You met when she first joined SHIELD, and while she was still finding her footing within the organization, you were already established as a specialist sniper—someone who worked alone, took the impossible shots, and disappeared before anyone even knew you were there.

At first, your relationship was purely professional. You recognized each other as dangerous and highly capable, but there was always a quiet pull between you. Over time, through shared missions, late-night debriefs, and the rare moments of quiet in a world full of chaos, that pull became something more. It wasn’t dramatic or rushed—it was a slow burn, a natural evolution of two people who understood each other better than most and yearned to show one another a genuine love.

Now, after almost 3 years together, your bond is unshakable. While the Avengers see you around the compound, they don’t truly know the depth of what you and Natasha have. They assume your relationship is casual, just a convenience in a life full of uncertainty. But in reality, Natasha loves you fiercely, and you love her just as much. You’re her safe place, the person she trusts with the parts of herself she doesn’t show anyone else. When the world feels too heavy, she turns to you—not for protection, because she doesn’t need it, but for the rare comfort of knowing she’s not alone.

You don’t need grand gestures or constant declarations. Your love is in the quiet moments—the way she always finds her way to you after a mission, the way you instinctively reach for her hand under the table, the way she relaxes against you when no one is watching. To the outside world, you might just be another agent who occasionally lingers at the compound. But to Natasha, you’re home.

—————————-———

Wanda was the first to recognize the depth of your relationship.

It was early—early enough that most of the team was still asleep or barely functioning. The compound was quiet, save for the soft hum of the coffee machine in the kitchen. You stood by the counter, leaning against it, eyes still heavy with sleep as you waited for the coffee to finish brewing.

Natasha, still in her sleep shorts and one of your old SHIELD t-shirts, wandered in with a yawn, her hair slightly tousled from sleep. She didn’t say anything as she approached—you felt her presence before you saw her. Without hesitation, she walked straight into your space, wrapping her arms around your waist and burying her face into your chest.

"Mm. Too early," she mumbled against you.

You huffed a quiet laugh, your hand instinctively coming up to rub slow, soothing circles on her back. "You say that every morning, but you’re always up before me."

She hummed but didn’t respond, just tightening her grip around you as if she could steal some of your warmth. You didn’t mind. In fact, moments like this were your favorite—the ones where she let her guard down, where she wasn’t the Black Widow or an Avenger, just Natasha, just yours.

Neither of you noticed Wanda standing by the doorway, frozen mid-step. She had come in for coffee but stopped in her tracks at the sight of Natasha—fierce, guarded Natasha—melted completely against you.

Wanda had always assumed your relationship was casual. Everyone had. You weren’t around often, and Natasha never entertained deep conversations about her personal life. But standing there, watching the way she clung to you, the way your hand moved over her back with the kind of practiced ease that spoke of years of familiarity, Wanda realized they had all been wrong.

This wasn’t casual. This was love—deep, unwavering, and so achingly real.

She wasn’t sure how long she stood there, but eventually, Natasha stirred, tilting her head up to look at you. "Coffee ready?"

"Almost," you murmured, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. The gesture was so gentle, so natural, that Wanda almost felt like she was intruding.

Before Natasha could move away, you leaned down, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to her forehead. "Go sit. I’ll bring you a cup."

Natasha didn’t argue, just gave you a sleepy, content smile before releasing you and making her way to the kitchen table.

Wanda finally decided to make her presence known, clearing her throat as she stepped fully into the kitchen. "Morning," she greeted, a knowing smirk tugging at her lips as she grabbed a mug and you unpromptedly filled it for her greeting her with a kind smile and filling Nat’s next, starting another pot for anyone else who might want it.

Natasha, already seated, just raised an eyebrow. "What?"

Wanda glanced between the two of you, then just shook her head, her smirk widening. "Nothing. Just... you two are cute," she blew on her coffee.

Natasha rolled her eyes, but there was no real heat behind it. Meanwhile, you simply handed Natasha her coffee before grabbing your own along with d the morning crossword, completely unfazed.

Wanda took a sip of her drink, still smiling to herself. Maybe the rest of the team had been blind to it, but now she knew the truth—Natasha Romanoff was hopelessly, completely in love.

—————————-———

The next person was Steve. You had gone on another lengthy mission; it had kept you away for weeks longer than either of you liked. You had kept in touch when you could, brief calls and cryptic messages, but it wasn’t the same. And now, finally, you were back.

Steve wasn’t looking for either of you when he entered the common room. He had just been passing through, planning to grab something from the kitchen before heading to the gym. But as soon as he stepped in, he stopped in his tracks.

The lights were dim, the soft crackle of the old record player filling the space. An oldie—something slow, something familiar. And in the center of the room, barely swaying to the rhythm, was you and Natasha.

She was pressed against you, arms loosely wrapped around your shoulders, her fingers idly playing with the hairs at the back of your neck. Your hands rested on her waist, holding her close as if you needed to feel her warmth to believe this moment had finally come after weeks of waiting.

Neither of you spoke. There was no need. The way Natasha clung to you, the way you held her like she was the only thing in the world that mattered, it said everything.

Steve had never seen her like this. Sure, he had seen her care about people, had seen her protect and fight for those she loved. But this? This was different. This was Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, completely at peace. Safe. Home.

He felt like he was intruding on something sacred, so he took a quiet step back, turning to leave—only to nearly bump into Bucky.

“what’s with the face?” Bucky asked, raising an eyebrow at the look on Steve’s face.

Steve exhaled, shaking his head with a slight chuckle. “Nothing, just—” He glanced over his shoulder, then looked back at Bucky. “You and Sam better stop checking Nat out so much.”

Bucky scoffed. “What? We don’t—”

Steve gave him a knowing look.

Bucky shifted. “Alright, maybe Sam does. I just—y’know, appreciate a good—”

Steve cut him off. “Don’t.”

Bucky smirked. “Okay, but why the sudden warning?”

Steve shook his head again, that small smile still lingering. “Because they’re in love. Like, really in love.”

Bucky frowned. “I mean, yeah, I figured they were serious, but—”

“No,” Steve interrupted. “Not just serious. Not just together. In love.”

Bucky studied him for a second, something unreadable passing over his expression before he nodded. “Alright,” he said simply.

Steve gave him a final glance before clapping him on the shoulder and walking off, leaving Bucky standing there, a little quieter than usual.

Because if what Steve was saying was true, then it wasn’t just Natasha they had underestimated. It was you.

—————————-———

The true statement was made in the compound gym.

The gym was alive with movement—punching bags swinging, the clatter of weights, and the rhythmic sound of fists meeting training dummies. You had just finished some shooting drills when you decided to swing by, knowing exactly where Natasha would be.

Sure enough, there she was, moving like a force of nature. Every strike was precise, every kick sharp. She was a sight to behold—dangerous, powerful, and effortlessly graceful.

Apparently, you weren’t the only one who thought so.

You noticed Sam and Bucky standing off to the side, arms crossed, observing her with a little too much focus. Eyes tracked her every movement, and while you weren’t necessarily the jealous type, and were well aware how gorgeous Natasha is; people couldn't help but be enamoured by her, however weren’t about to let this slide.

You strolled up beside them, tilting your head. "Enjoying the view?"

Bucky, to his credit, immediately raised his hands in surrender. "Hey, don’t look at me. I was admiring the technique, alright?" He nodded toward Natasha. "She’s one of the best fighters I’ve ever seen."

You eyed him for a second before nodding, accepting the explanation. Bucky was a lot of things, but he wasn’t dumb enough to cross that line.

Sam, however—

"Look, I’m just saying," Sam started, his eyes still trailing Natasha as she wiped sweat off her forehead. "It’s not my fault she moves like that. That’s a distraction."

You raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

Sam glanced at you, then seemed to realize way too late that he had just said that to the one person who could make him regret it. "Uh—"

"You know what?" You rolled your shoulders, tossing your towel aside. "I feel like I haven’t sparred in a while. What do you say, Wilson? A little one-on-one?"

Sam hesitated, looking between you and Bucky, who just took a step back, clearly enjoying the fact that he wasn’t involved.

"You sure you wanna do this?" Sam asked, crossing his arms. "I mean, no offense, but I’ve got wings, I’ve fought aliens—"

"You’re standing here watching my girlfriend train. I just want to see how you train too." you cut in, smirking.

The room went silent for half a beat before Bucky let out a low chuckle. "Oh, this is gonna be good."

Clint grinned, nudging Wanda. "Five bucks says Sam regrets this immediately."

Natasha, who had been too focused on training to notice the exchange earlier, finally turned toward the group, eyebrow raised. "What’s going on?"

Wanda smirked. "Your sniper just challenged Sam to a sparring match because he got caught staring at you."

Natasha let out a small laugh, tossing a towel over her shoulder as she walked closer. "Oh, I have to see this."

Sam exhaled, shaking his head. "Y’all are ridiculous. But fine. Let’s do this."

You stepped onto the mat, rolling your shoulders as Sam joined you. He gave a cocky smirk. "You sure you wanna do this? I am pretty fast, you know."

You just smirked back. "We’ll see."

Steve, ever the responsible one, clapped his hands. "Alright, keep it clean."

The second Steve gave the go-ahead, you moved—fast.

Sam barely had time to react before you were already in his space, effortlessly dodging his first strike. You didn’t just block—you controlled. Every punch he threw was sidestepped. Every kick, redirected. You weren’t just fighting Sam. You were toying with him.

The smirk on his face started fading as frustration crept in. "Damn," he muttered, throwing another punch. You caught his wrist, twisting him off-balance before sweeping his legs out from under him.

Sam hit the mat with a grunt.

From the sidelines, Bucky let out a whistle. "That looked like it hurt."

Clint was grinning beside Nat.

Wanda shook her head in amusement. "He walked right into that one."

Sam groaned but pushed himself back up. "Alright, alright—lucky shot."

You didn’t respond. You just motioned for him to try again.

This time, he put more effort into his attacks, but it didn’t make a difference. Every move he made, you were already three steps ahead. You parried, countered, redirected—all with ease.

After a few more humiliating takedowns, Sam finally dropped to the mat, breathing hard, lying flat on his back. "Damn. Alright. Message received."

You crouched down beside him, grinning. "Good. Maybe next time, you’ll keep your eyes to yourself playboy"

Sam exhaled, closing his eyes. "Noted."

You stood up, offering him a hand. He took it, groaning as he got to his feet. "You really don’t like people looking at her, huh?"

You shrugged, "I know she can handle herself, I just felt like making a statement today," you smiled stepping off the mat and walking to Nat

"Possessive looks good on you," Natasha said with her signature smirk

Without a second thought, you grabbed her by the waist and kissed her—really kissed her—right in front of everyone. It was slow, deep, and left no room for doubt. Natasha, normally composed, melted into you, gripping your bicep to steady herself.

When you pulled back, she was a little breathless, a rare blush dusting her cheeks.

You smirked. "See you at dinner, love."

And with that, you walked off, leaving Natasha still catching her breath.

Clint let out a low whistle. "Damn."

Wanda smirked. "That was a statement,” Natasha throwing a towel at her, mumbling out a whatever and heading to the lockers

Bucky clapped Sam on the shoulder. "So, you still gonna stare?"

Sam rolled his eyes taking a tired seat on the bench "I hate you all."

[fandomnerd9602]

Maria grabs Y/N as they come back from an Avengers assignment…

Maria: you are not doing that again

Y/N: yes ma’am

Maria: I am going to take you back to our bedroom and screw you til you see stars

Y/N: (sarcastic) oh work work work

Maria giggles and pulls Y/N off somewhere private…

[overusedtoothbrush]

i’ve seen a couple ppl remake the good riddance x-men/fox marvel movies montage with the infinity saga and i had to do it with agents of shield because like the fox marvel movies their futures r unclear (at best). agents of shield means the world to me and i hope they’re chilling in the void

posting here before tik tok cus i’m pretty sure it will flop but i don’t really care i made this for me

[a-spes]

Hii, I am back with more thoughts about Maria Hill 🙆

It is kinda in the same lines as the one I posted yesterday, and even though it can be read separately, you should really get a look at it :)

The woman is known for being rough with the new recruits, and you are no exception, but if there is something she can't bear is witnessing someone else being rude to her trainee. That is her privilege to roughing up her recruit.

Especially when those people have no reasons to do so because they are definitely not as good at the job as you are.

She knew something was up. She is not an idiot, she has seen the way you were so distant with your teammates and other people from your promotion. Yet, you were too stubborn to talk, keeping everything to yourself, insisting that you were fine despite her attempts to push you to share with her what was wrong. So the woman had to keep an eye from afar, and to figure out by herself what was happening.

It is weird the urge she felt to protect you from everything and everyone. She tried to ignore it, and it made the woman stricter during your training, but no matter how hard she would try to push this feeling away, it won't go.

When she saw you that day, starting a fight in the corridors with some of your teammate, she didn't hesitate before stepping in — "Get out of my view. Now," she said, and you were about to leave with the rest of them, maybe you were hoping that she hadn't even notice that you were here in the first place. "Not you," she added, and you should have know that it was a vain hope.

You have no idea what she is thinking about. Her expression is unreadable, as usual, and you can only imagine the things she is going to yell at you once you have reached her office — Probably how disappointed she is. Yet, you are surprised, because the door she eventually pushs is not her office's but the medbay's one, and nothing bad happened when you stepped in. The explosion you were waiting for never came, the woman didn't yell, she just signed for you to find a place to sit.

The screaming part never came. She just silently took care of the wounds in your face, and her touch was so gentle that it surprised you. She usually doesn't care about hurting you, especially not during training. Somehow, the realization made you cry, because it has been so long since the last time someone has been that gentle with you, and you are just realizing now what you have been missing.

You do not exacly know why, but you are not really getting along with the rest of your team. They keep pushing you away, hating you for stuff you haven't do. Before you could realize it, yourself was the only person you could count on, and you were slowly falling apart. The exhaustion, and the rought training with Commander Hill, made it harder to keep your emotions in check lately.

The woman was almost expecting it, when you started crying in her arms. She knows how rude the first weeks as an agent can be, especially when you don't have a team to help you to get through it. She is surprised that you didn't reach your breaking point earlier. Usually, recruits would snap at her out of her anger during the first few days of their trainings, or they would cry, but you haven't. Not until today.

And because she understands your situation, she didn't say a word. The woman just wrapped her arms around you, craddling you, and whispering soft words in your ear until you calm down. It is safe to say that, since that day, none of your teammates dared to try to annoy you again.

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

hi shannon ! first of all, i love all of your works ! ♡ it's amazing ! i just saw your new post about bucky's child got bullied. what about this time, Y/N is the one who got bullied ? in this case, Y/N work in SHIELD so, her co-workers did that to her. can you also make her hide the pain she got ? maybe one of the 'pranks' her so-called 'co-workers' did to her left a huge bruise or something. i'll leave your creative mind to that. love you ♡

Pranks Hurt » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: SHIELD Agent/Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x SHIELD Agent/Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Your so called SHIELD coworkers prank you that ends up hurting you.

Warnings: Fluff, Angst (not you and Bucky), language, bruises, crying, kissing, pet names

A/N: Thank you for the request @grilledcheesewithjalapeno 🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

You love working at SHIELD. It’s just a few people who you work with aren’t so easy to like. Those few people always find ways to mess with you. They think they won’t get caught. They also think you’re gullible enough to fall for it.

“Agent Y/L/N, you busy?” One of the agents who always messes with you asks.

“I just finished training. What do you need?” You asked.

“I was wondering if you could help me improve my fighting techniques.” She says.

“Sure.” You say.

You went back to the gym with agent. There was a couple other agent in there who also messes with you. You looked at all three of them, wondering what they’re up to or if they actually need help with their fighting techniques.

“Do you have any specific techniques you need help with?” You asked.

“You’ll see.” She says mischievously.

You furrowed your eyebrows when you heard the mischief in her voice. Now, you know she and the other two agents are up to something, but you don’t know what it is.

“Show me what you need to improve.” You say.

The agent got into her fighting position and so did you. You were caught off guard when she tried to kick you in the face. You stepped back, only to find out that there’s a weight behind you. You fell backwards and landed on the heavy part of another weight, hitting the back of your right shoulder on it. You cried out in pain and rolled over to your side, your hand holding your shoulder.

It didn’t take you long to figure out that the three agents standing over you and laughing were the ones who put the weights on the floor behind you.

“Aww, are you hurt?” One agent mocks.

“She’s crying.” The second agent laughs.

“We don’t know why you’re crying. It’s just a prank.” The third agent says.

You stood up from the floor and left the gym with tears streaming down your face. You went straight to the bathroom. You lifted your shirt to see if there was a bruise forming on the back of your shoulder. There wasn’t a bruise there yet, but your skin was red there and it hurts. Little did you know that Bucky saw you walk in the bathroom with your hand on your shoulder.

“Doll?” Bucky knocks on the bathroom door a couple times. “Are you ok in there?” He asks.

“I’m- I’m fine.” You answered, your voice cracking.

“Can I come in?” He asks.

“Yes.” You replied.

You quickly pulled your shirt down and readjusted it. Bucky opened the bathroom door at the same time you were wiping your tears away with the collar of your shirt. He could tell you were crying just by looking at your eyes.

“Are you sure you’re ok?” He asks again.

“I’m fine.” You say.

You wrapped your arms around your boyfriend, wanting a hug from him. He hugged you back. You winced when his arm touched the sore part of your shoulder.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, pulling away from the hug.

You stared at Bucky with teary eyes, not wanting to tell him what your so called coworkers did to you a little bit ago. You know he’s going to find out one way or another.

“My shoulder hurts.” You say.

You turned around and lifted your shirt, showing him the bruise that is now forming on the back of your right shoulder. Bucky lightly rubbed his finger over it. You flinched away when he did that.

“Who did this to you?” Bucky asks.

Bucky knows you almost never get hurt when you’re training. He automatically knew someone did this to you.

“This is three agents idea of a prank.” You say.

Bucky knew what particular three agents you’re talking about. He has seen them picking on you. He decided to stay out of it to see if you were going to do something about it. Now, he thinks it’s time that he steps in to do something about it for you.

“Where are they?” He asks.

“In the gym.” You say.

Bucky walked out of the bathroom and went straight to the gym with you following close behind him.

“Bucky, what are you going to do to them?” You asked.

“Kick their asses.” Bucky says.

“Babe, don’t do that.” You pleaded.

Bucky sighs, stopping just short of the gym doors.

“At least let me tell them off.” He says.

“Ok.” You say.

Bucky opens the gym door, walking in the gym. The three agents who pranked you are still in there and laughing about what they did to you a little bit ago. They looked over at you.

“Aww, look. She’s back for more.” One agent mockingly.

Bucky seen the two weights on the floor before looking at them.

“You guys think pranking people is funny, huh?” Bucky says.

“If that person is Agent Y/L/N, then yes.” One agent says.

They started laughing again. You teared up and looked down.

“Shut up!” He shouts.

The three agents went silent. Bucky walked closer to him.

“Do you guys think it’s funny when people get hurt?” He asks.

They shook their heads no.

“The little prank you guys pulled on Agent Y/L/N, she now has a bruised shoulder and she’s in pain. Pranks are supposed to hurt people, but you guys don’t care. All you guys care about is yourselves. Now, pick up those weights and put them away before I tell Fury what you guys did to Agent Y/L/N. You guys better apologize to her before you guys leave the gym.” Bucky says.

“Yes, Sergeant Barnes.” They say obediently in unison.

They put the two weights away and apologized to you before leaving the gym. Bucky turned his attention to you and hugged you, making sure to be careful to not touch your bruise.

“Thank you for doing that, baby.” You say against his chest.

“You don’t have to thank me, babydoll. I’ll do anything for you.” He says softly.

You looked up at him and stood on your tippy toes to kiss his lips.

“Can you go to the med bay with me so I can get an ice pack?” You asked sweetly.

“Of course I will, doll face.” He says.

“I love you, baby.” You smiled.

“I love you too, babydoll.” He smiles back.

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-Bucky’s Doll

[sharkwidow]

Mind Control | Maria Hill x Teen Reader!

Summary:They train you to obey, until the order was to kill the only person who looked at you like you mattered.

Content warning: Mental manipulation, violence, emotional distress, trauma, strong language.

Word count:1,733

The darkness in your mind had never felt as thick as it did in that moment. An echo, a whisper, a voice that no longer belonged to you. "Wake up, agent."

Hydra. The name slipped through your thoughts like a shadow, banishing any clear thought you might have had. You knew it, you felt it, the control was returning, and with it, the abyss you had been fleeing from.

Years ago, you had become part of a failed experiment. Hydra had played with you, experimented on you in ways you still didn’t fully understand. They had implanted commands, codes, inside your mind like a ticking bomb waiting for the right moment to activate. Despite all the love you had received from Maria Hill, Hydra’s control never completely disappeared.

Your steps were automatic as you walked down the hallway. Your body moved, but your mind was distant, trapped in Hydra’s web of control. "Eliminate Maria Hill." The order resonated within you, an irrevocable sentence. You had no choice. You couldn’t resist.

When you entered her office, everything around you faded. Maria Hill’s figure stood by the desk, her expression calm as always. She was the woman who had given you a family, the only refuge you had ever known. But now, she was the threat, according to Hydra’s orders.

"Everything alright, sweetheart?" Maria looked at you with a warm smile, unaware of the storm brewing inside you. "You seem like you have something on your mind."

Her words reached you, but you couldn’t react. Hydra’s mental control was choking you, like an invisible hand tightening around your throat. "Eliminate Maria Hill."

Your body moved without you being able to stop it. You approached her, your face expressionless, devoid of emotion, empty. There was no space for doubt or love. You were simply obeying.

"What are you doing?" Maria frowned, looking at your vacant expression. She immediately realized something was wrong. "Are you... under control?"

But it was already too late. Without warning, your hands raised towards her, as if your body no longer belonged to you, as if your own feelings could do nothing to stop the order. You felt trapped, like your soul was screaming, but all you could do was watch.

"Eliminate Maria Hill." The order echoed in your mind once more.

But then, something strange happened. In the fog of mental control, a flash of clarity pierced through. Maria. The figure of the woman who had been your adoptive mother, the woman who had given you love, protection, and a home, shone beyond Hydra’s programming.

Your eyes focused, and for a second, you could see her face with complete clarity. Maria, with her worried expression, didn’t understand what was happening. She didn’t understand that she was looking at the daughter she had raised, the girl she had adopted as her own, now being used as a weapon.

An internal scream coursed through your body. "Resist!" Something inside you fought, but Hydra’s words continued to ring out forcefully, pushing you toward the abyss.

"Fight... please..."

And then, something broke.

The programming was not perfect. It had failed once more. Your mind began to regain control, and though it was only for a moment, you felt a spark of freedom. It was enough for your hands to slowly lower, trembling. But Hydra wasn’t going to let it go so easily. The connection remained firm, fighting to prevail.

"No!" The voices of Hydra screamed at you, but you couldn’t hear them anymore. You were stronger. Or at least, you tried to be.

Maria held you, hugged you with the strength of someone who wasn’t going to let you go, who wasn’t going to let you become another monster for Hydra. And even though you knew you hadn’t won completely, at that moment, you clung to the hope that you would fight for yourself, for your freedom, and for her.

Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps and the heavy door to the office slammed open. A familiar figure entered the room, and despite the fog in your mind, you recognized them instantly: Nick Fury.

"Stop her!" Fury’s authoritative voice cut through the air like a sharp knife. Immediately, S.H.I.E.L.D. agents began to surround the room, guns drawn and aimed at you, but with expressions of uncertainty and caution.

"Don’t do it, do you hear me?" Maria Hill shouted, her voice shaky, but clearly trying to prevent anything worse from happening.

But it wasn’t you making the decisions. Hydra’s programming had taken control once again. With a shout of frustration, Nick Fury gave the order: "Neutralize her, now!"

Immediately, an agent used a device to release a low-intensity electrical shock, enough to knock you unconscious, but not enough to cause permanent harm. The shock made you fall to the ground, and though you tried to resist, the control slipped back into the darkness.

---

The lights flickered in the hallway of the S.H.I.E.L.D. underground complex, casting intermittent flashes across the tense faces of the agents. Maria Hill walked with steady steps, though her heart beat with an almost unbearable weight. In her hand, a classified file trembled, with your name printed in cold black ink. For years, you had been her girl. Not on official papers, not with a shared last name, but in everything that truly mattered. She had found you after a Hydra base raid, barely a teenager, covered in wounds, with a vacant look as if you didn’t know which part of the world was real. You were labeled as a failed experiment, a creature between soldier and machine, manipulated, enhanced, molded to obey. But something inside you, for some reason, resisted. Something human remained.

And that’s what Maria saw in you. Not the implants, not the violent training, not the fear. She saw a girl who needed a place. She took you home. She taught you to light the stove without fear. To trust someone else. To laugh, even when you were trembling inside. To sleep without weapons under the pillow. She protected you, even from yourself. And now, that file said you were a threat.

Maria entered the briefing room without waiting to be invited. Fury was in front of the screens, analyzing real-time data on Hydra’s latest movements. Your face appeared intermittently in the corner of the screen. "I want to see her," Maria said bluntly. Fury didn’t look up. "Not a good idea." "Nick..." "She broke containment protocol. Killed two agents. Orders are orders." Maria clenched her jaw. "And what do you want me to do? Sit back and watch them destroy someone who’s been manipulated her whole life?" Fury turned toward her then, his gaze hard. "You’re not thinking clearly. She’s not your daughter." Maria didn’t blink. "And what do you know about what it means to have a daughter?" The silence was thick. Fury sighed, not responding to that. Instead, he said, "She’s not who you raised. Hydra activated something inside her. She could kill you without a second thought." But Maria slowly shook her head. "No. Maybe they programmed her. Maybe they manipulated her. But she’s still there. I know her. You don’t see her the way I see her... I don’t see a threat. I just see my girl."

Hours later, alarms blared throughout the building. "Subject 016 out of containment. I repeat, subject out of containment!" The emergency lights painted the hallways red as agents ran. But Maria didn’t hide. She ran straight to where they knew you were. Because if anyone could reach you, it was her. She found you in an empty wing of the building, standing in front of a broken window, as if you were looking at the city without really seeing it. Your eyes were dull, and in your hand, you trembled with a knife.

"Hey, sweetie," Maria said softly, with no weapons in sight.

You didn’t turn, but your voice was heard, colder than ever.

"I have to kill you."

Maria stopped. Not out of fear. But because she knew you were serious. Your tone held no emotion. There was no trace of the girl who curled up on the couch watching old movies.

"That’s what they told you. Not what you want."

You slowly turned. You were pale, with dark circles under your eyes, breathing irregularly. But the weapon didn’t tremble.

"You’re the target. Eliminate emotional ties. Eliminate distractions."

Maria took another step closer. Another. Another.

"Do you remember when you used to call me in the middle of the night because you dreamed about the labs? Do you remember how I’d tuck you in until you fell asleep again?"

You looked down for a fraction of a second. Something trembled.

"It doesn’t matter."

"Yes, it does. Because you’re not a weapon. Not to me. You never were."

Then you lunged. It was fast. Brutal. Your movements were perfect. Trained. Lethal. Maria could barely dodge. But she wasn’t fighting to kill you. Just to survive. At one point, you fell on top of her, the knife raised high, aimed at her neck. You were gasping, your arm firm. And then, she spoke.

"I love you."

The world stopped. Your breath grew heavier. Your pupils vibrated. A spark of doubt pierced the mental block. The knife wavered. Your hands trembled.

"I’m sorry..." you whispered. Barely a murmur.

"You don’t have to apologize," Maria said, tears in her eyes. "Just come back to me."

It was then that other agents burst onto the scene. One of them fired. The bullet pierced your side, and you fell on top of Maria, bleeding, out of strength. She screamed, covering you with her body. "Stop! Don’t shoot! Please, God, don’t shoot!"

Everything was chaos. Screams. Orders. And you, barely conscious, whispered:

"Do you hate me?"

Maria held you tighter, crying openly.

"Never. Listen to me, sweetheart... you’re going to get through this. No matter what they’ve done. I’ll bring you back. I swear."

That night, while they stabilized you on a stretcher, while Fury argued with the higher-ups about whether you were salvageable, Maria didn’t leave your side. She ignored the orders. She ignored the protocol. You weren’t a subject. You weren’t a threat. You were her daughter. And you would always be, even if the whole world saw you as a monster. Because deep down, she still saw the girl who, in the middle of the darkness, still called her mom.

[mythic-vortex]

CASTLE CRASHERS RISE UP!

[upat4amwiththemoon]

can I request a Daisy Johnson x reader fanfic where reader works at shield and is the (secret) daughter of Coulson and May and only a small circle, not including Daisy knows who readers parents are. Reader and Daisy met at shield hq and Daisy ends up ranting to Coulson about the girl she met and after a while Coulson realises Daisy is talking about his daughter?

Accidental oversharing

Summary: The secret daughter of Phil Coulson and Melinda May.

Pairing: Daisy Johnson x female!reader, Philinda x daughter!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 772

a/n: day 1000 of wishing Marvel gave us more Daisy Johnson content

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore

masterlists | guidelines

“Oh shit!” A stack of papers falls to the ground as Daisy’s body bumps right into someone in the middle of the SHIELD headquarters’ hallway.

“I’m so sorry.” The other woman mumbles as she kneels down, starting to gather all the papers from the ground. “I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

“No, it’s my fault,” Daisy picks up the few papers that flew further away.

The woman gives Daisy a small smile as she stands up, now holding all of her papers. She takes a double take, her brows scrunching together. “Aren’t you the Quake?”

“Oh god,” she cringes at the mention of her superhero name, “please call me Daisy. I hate that name.”

“Okay, Daisy. I’m Y/N.” Freeing one of her hands, Y/N reaches it out to shake Daisy’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”

It’s not that Daisy doesn’t pay attention to the people working at SHIELD, because she does, she makes sure to be at least polite to everyone (who deserves it), but right now she can’t help but stare at the woman in front of her, taking her in fully. “Uhuh.” She nods, shaking Y/N’s hand softly.

“Okay.” She lets out a small laugh before pulling her hand away from Daisy’s weak grip. “I really have to get going, but I’ll see you around, maybe.” Y/N waits for a couple of seconds before walking away.

“Yeah…” Daisy whispers, her eyes following her until she finally registers reality. “Wait what?” Her eyes widen as a visceral need to get the woman’s number comes over her. She desperately looks around to find the woman, but the sea of people has already hidden her from sight. “Shit.”

Daisy has no choice but to continue her way to Coulson, who called for her at least 30 minutes ago.

“Hey, Daisy?” Coulson’s hand waves in front of her face. “Are you listening to me?”

Daisy sighs, coming out of her dreamland as she focused her gaze on Coulson. “No, sorry AC.”

“What’s going on?”

Leaning her head over the back of the couch, Daisy smiles softly as she reminisces what happened not too long ago. “I bumped into someone, a woman, today. I don’t think I’ve seen her around before, because I’d definitely remember her if I had.”

“Someone finally caught your eye?” Coulson has a small grin on his face as he listens to her talk.

“What do you mean finally?” She scoffs, rolling her eyes before going to explaining. “She was so beautiful and nice, so cute, and I was acting so weird around her.” Daisy lays her hand over her face, a small grimace on it. “But I couldn’t help it! I got completely mesmerized by her.”

Though Coulson wanted to tease her at first, his grin turns into a genuine smile. Daisy hasn’t really paid attention to people after everything that happened with Ward and then Lincoln, so he is truly happy for her.

“I didn’t get her number though.” She mumbles. “But her name is Y/N, do you know her?”

At the mention of her name, Coulson’s brows raise. “Y/N? About yay tall, great hair, smiling all the time?” He gestures with his hands, wanting to make sure they’re thinking about the same person.

“Yeah! So you do know her?”

“Ask her number from May. I’m banner from that duty since I apparently don’t know how to judge a person’s vibes well enough.” He says it as if it’s the moat ridiculous thing he has ever heard, but there’s fondness in his tone.

Daisy furrows her brows, now lifting her head up properly to watch Coulson. “You know her well? May too?”

“Mhm.” He smiles, his arms crossed over his chest. “She is our daughter.”

There is a prolonged silence as Daisy tries to wrap her head around the sentence. “Daughter? You-“ she opens and closes her mouth, her wide eyes stuck on Coulson’s grinning face. “I know you two are together, but long enough to have a whole adult daughter?”

“Very few people know.”

“Why wasn’t I one of those people?”

“Security reasons. Don’t worry, none of the people on the team know.” Coulson takes out his phone, informing May that Daisy is now aware of their daughter.

“But-“ Daisy huffs before shaking her head. “Philinda daughter…” she mumbles.

“Please don’t call her that. May might hurt you.” Coulson pats Daisy’s shoulder. “Do you want her number?”

“Yes! Yes, I want her number.”

“Go get it from May-“ Daisy is already on her feet, “she is getting the bus ready.” And Daisy is gone, leaving Coulson to chuckle by himself.

[anika-ann]

Back and Forth - masterlist

Pairing: Steve Rogers x agent! Inhuman!reader

Type: enemies-ish to lovers series

Summary: Calling yourself an Avenger would be overstatement, even if you have been joining them on missions quite frequently lately. Calling them your friends would be an overstatement also. Calling you and Steve Rogers friends, now that would be an insult to the entity of friendship – though unlike him, you have enough self-awareness to admit that he isn't the only one to blame for that. Most of the time anyway.

However, the Avengers need your abilities and so you and Steve tolerate each other – or at least you’re trying, your back and forth visibly annoying your colleagues and exhausting you both.

And then you’re thrown into a situation where mere tolerance isn’t an option. That should end well, shouldn’t it?

Characters to appear: Steve Rogers, ‘reader’, Natasha Romanoff, Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, Sam Wilson, mentions of Phil Coulson, Daisy Johnson and few others

Setting: slight AU 'cause everyone lives thank you very much, no Civil War or further, references to Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D without a fixed timeline

Warnings: besides canon-typical violence, this series deals with topics which might be trigerring for some people - please, read with caution and resposibility

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STORYLINE:

Prologue 

Part 1 

Part 2 

Part 3.1 // Part 3.2

Part 4.1 // Part 4.2 

Part 5 

Part 6.1 // Part 6.2

Part 7

Part 8

Epilogue 1 // and 2

Extras (maaaybe)

Number of parts/chapters is estimated. Did I add one extra already? Yeah, but shhh

Dividers by firefly-graphics, moodboard by me - and created for the vibes, for it does not necessarily reflect the reader's appearance.

Taglist open 🥰

[tvseries-writings]

From a great power comes great responsibilities

Wandanat x Bioquake x Bobbi x reader

Plot: Reader goes beyond her limits with her powers to help others (exhausts her powers)

TW: death for a moment(?)

It all happens so fast that you don't realize it until the building starts collapsing over your heads. You see a chunk of concrete the size of a car fall on top of you, and before your brain can connect, your body acts on instinct, carrying you, Daisy, and Bobbi out of the building. You concentrate on teleporting all three of you, intact, inside the quinjet where Jemma, Natasha and Wanda are running the operation, or at least, were before everything went to hell.

You land on the floor of the plane with a thud, falling forward and coughing hard to expel the dust that has filled your lungs. You glance at your girls making sure they are okay and then, you cross your arms to teleport again but Natasha's hand on your left arm stops you.

"Don’t even think about it, everything is collapsing, you can't teleport in there. It is suicide and you are not going to save anyone if you are dead, do you understand me?"

You swallow, watching the building collapse, and so, with a small smile on your lips, you lean toward Natasha and kiss her. It lasts a few seconds and she is distracted enough to let go of her grip on you.

"I'm sorry but I have to do this," you whisper and then, you close your eyes and feel the earth vanish from under your feet. You focus on the 'one safe place inside the building that you know with absolute certainty will not collapse. The beauty of a secret Hydra base was the bunkers, after all. Those crazy fucking Nazis had thought that sacrificing at least a hundred of their own people was a fair price to pay to take out three S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, and they had blown up the load-bearing walls of the building with a simple and very trivial click. Nazis, they never change.

When you open your eyes again and realize you are not dead or under some boulder, you gloat internally and mentally thank Natasha for forcing you to learn the floor plan of that base. You remember perfectly her stern look when she had presented you with the mission and forced you to learn every single detail by heart. At that moment you had hated it but now...now you really wanted to kiss her.

You raise your hands in the air when you notice a score of soldiers pointing their guns at you, hiding behind them their "incentives," as Hydra liked to call them. Wives, husbands, children, mothers and fathers hid behind those men and women in black with a crest that did not belong to them.

"It's okay, I just want to get you out of here. I can teleport you all but in multiple groups."

You curse yourself internally, you know you'll never be able to take this much effort, the last time you tried to teleport five people together you fainted and were unconscious for six hours you can't even imagine what would happen with forty, including soldiers and families.

You take a deep breath and think quickly about how you can take everyone out of there. The floor under your feet trembles and just as the children begin to cry, the earpiece in your ear comes alive.

"Y/n, damn it, Daisy can't hold it much longer...you have to get out of there, do you hear me? The structure won't hold much longer" Bobbi yells in your ear and you nod, well aware that she cannot see you, before giving her a verbal response.

"I'm trying honey, thanks for the advice though."

You mumble sarcastically, no longer listening to what your girlfriends are shouting at you over the comms and focusing instead on getting the people in front of you to safety. The soldiers lower their weapons and pull off the bands on your arm, throwing them to the ground.

"Are there others in the base?"

"They're all dead, ma'am" the lieutenant, or who you think is the lieutenant, answers you by looking around as if to confirm what she just said. Your stomach clenches at the thought of all those people who died for a cause they didn't even believe in but you quickly shake off that feeling, you don't have time for it. You quickly count them, noting that there are twenty-five of them before thinking about how to get them all out of there safely.

"So… I can take all the children outside."

You point to the little ones; some of them are crying while others are looking at you with wide, fearful eyes but charged with the same admiration and hope with which a child looks at his favorite superhero. There are nine children but you can make it, they are worth four times one adult, right? You can even take four adults with you, then; you have to do it, you won't have the strength to make three more trips, you are sure.

You gather them around you and have each of them touch arms or legs, depending on where their little hands reach, and do the same with the four women, two old and two young, who accompany them. As they say, women and children first.

"Y/n, we have set up a camp out here, four hundred meters from the base in a southwesterly direction."

-What the hell is the South?" you think, before shrugging your shoulders and closing your eyes. The feeling of the floor vanishing beneath your feet is not something you will ever get used to, if you have to be honest. You hear the children scream, whether from excitement or fear you can't tell, and then, in less than a second, you find yourself at that poorly set up base camp Jemma told you about a few seconds ago. A little dizziness forces you to lean on the ground, on the hot sand beneath you, and small drops of blood color the grains beneath your fingers. You raise your hand, reaching up your nose and finding the source of the bleeding. Children are being rounded up by an officer but you fail to recognize him as your girlfriends run toward you. Jemma has a first aid kit in her hand, but before she can set about playing cheerful surgeon with you, you scan to the side, staggering on your own feet.

"I'm fine, I've got to get back in there."

"You can't stand y/n, you can't-"

You frown, noticing only in that moment that Daisy is not there with all of you.

"Where's Dee?"

"She fainted, tried to absorb as many shocks as possible. She's collapsed y/n and that's also what's going to happen to you if you continue, you're already in a very bad way."

Jemma lifts your head, causing your gazes to cross and looking critically at your pupils and the nosebleed that doesn't seem to have any intention of stopping coming out. You back away a few steps, looking into their eyes.

"Go to Daisy, I'll take care of this," you say and then disappear again.

You repeat the same process as before, surrounding yourself with six soldiers and watching the remaining six.

"I will come back for you, I promise."

And as you disappear into thin air, another tremor shakes the ground.

The landing is more abrupt this time. Your heart beats so weakly that you feel as if oxygen is not getting to your brain. Contrary to what you expected, Natasha grabs you by the arms before your face can splat on the scorching sand. You struggle to stay awake and if so out that you don't even notice Daisy, pale, sweaty, and trembling, over the shoulders of the former Russian spy. You blink a few times to focus on the image in front of you and finally the sounds reach your ears again.

"Y/N!"

Natasha shakes you by the shoulders and you awaken from your stupor. The worried gazes of Wanda, Jemma, Daisy, Natasha and Bobbi are fixed on you as Natasha gently lays you on the ground and Jemma places a bottle of water on your lips, helping you drink it. As soon as you remember where you are, you try to sit up but Daisy stops you, simply putting a hand on your chest to keep you down.

"I'm-I'm fine, mm-missing six people-D-I have to an-go."

You stammer, the effort you've put in doesn't even make you able to utter a coherent and clea sentence. Another jolt shakes the floor beneath your feet and Daisy groans in pain, bringing her hands to her head and squeezing her eyes shut. That small advantage allows you to roll over and with an absurd effort you manage to get to your feet and disappear back under their gazes.

When you get to the bunker, the first thing you do is fall to your knees and throw up. You completely empty your stomach under the disgusted gaze of the six soldiers in front of you. You wipe your mouth with your suit, wrinkling your nose at the disgusting taste of vomit in your mouth and leaning against the wall to pull yourself up without passing out. You must hold on a little longer, just a little, and then you can collapse to the ground.

The six soldiers surround you-diligently avoiding the pool of vomit on the ground and the blood that keeps coming out of your nose-and in a moment you are out.

As soon as you hit the sand, you sprawl to the ground. Your cheek scrapes against the sand and this time Natasha is not quick enough to catch you. Jemma drops to her knees next to you, turns you so that your face is facing her but your eyes are closed. She checks your chest and when she notices that the latter does not rise or fall, she checks your pulse before a gasp of terror and fear escapes her lips.

"Bobbi, adrenaline and defibrillator. Now!"

Natasha tilts your head back, her eyes glazed over as she opens your mouth and blows air into your lungs. Jemma begins compressions.

1,2,3,4,5

Nat puts air into your lungs and your chest rises and falls once before falling back inert. Wanda's sobs and Jemma's barely stifled ones are the only sound before a crack makes your girls nauseous.

"It's okay, it happens during compressions," Jemma's voice trembles as she says it and then, she performs another round of compressions. Your arms burn but that pain is nothing compared to the dull ache that is burning in your chest at that moment.

1,2,3,4,5

Natasha forces your chest up again and then Bobbi arrives with defibrillator and adrenaline in hand. She is sweating and her heart is racing. She has never run so fast in her entire life.

"Bobbi, take my place."

Jemma continues with compressions, then, on her go, Bobbi gets in place and follows her own rhythm.

"Come on rockstar, it's not your time yet, come on."

Bobbi's breath barely hides the tremor in her voice but not the tears that line her cheeks. It takes two defibrillator shocks before your heart starts beating again.

"Oh my God" Wanda bursts into tears, leaning over your face and gently kissing your forehead, brushing a few strands of sweaty hair off your face.

"Good, you did great love" Natasha whispers, taking your hand in her own as Bobbi laughs from relief.

Daisy instead stands by, frowning, and Jemma is the first to notice.

"Dee, what's wrong?"

Daisy looks at you and then, nods.

"Something's wrong, her heart, it doesn't have the usual vibes, non-"

And then, your heart stops beating again.

"Fuck, Bobbi give me the adrenaline."

Jemma Simmons never swears but there are always exceptions.

Jemma performs two more rounds of compressions before injecting adrenaline into your chest. She hooks you up to one of the monitors that Fitz had devised a few months earlier, at the request of the biochemist, for just such situations, and when he sees that the line remains flat, his heart, too, seems to stop for a few seconds.

Your body is shaken by the shock emitted by the defibrillator; it arches upward and then falls back to the sand as hard as a puppet whose strings have been suddenly dropped. The line remains flat and Jemma's tears now gush without limit.

"No no, Jem you have to try again. She can't, she can't..."

Wanda bursts into tears, looking at your lifeless body lying on the ground. Natasha punches the ground with such force that the crack that can be heard echoing cannot mean anything good. Bobbi cries as she takes the former Russian spy's hand and gives her a look. Anything not to think about what just happened.

"No, it doesn't end like that."

"Daisy...she-"

Daisy takes your lifeless body in her hands, shaking it by the shoulders.

"Do you understand me? You can't fucking die, you can't. You promised us, you stubborn idiot, you promised us!"

The Inhuman hits your chest hard, her fist closed, and without her really being able to control what she's doing, a powerful jolt goes through your chest and crashes against the ground, creating a small crack beneath you, and then, the flat line of the monitor disappears, replaced by regular little roller coasters.

"W-what?" Daisy whispers, sitting on the floor suddenly much more tired than before from the effort she has just made. Jemma hurries to personally check your pulse and when she feels the pulse under her fingers, a shuddering breath of joy leaves her lips.

"I...I think your tremors got her heart beating again Dee."

Jemma does not detach her fingers from your wrist, lulling herself into the sweet sensation of your heartbeat, albeit weak. Wanda covers her face, bursting into tears, and the other girls also let out a liberating cry, releasing all the tension and fear they had felt up to that moment.

...................................................................................................

Your body takes five days to heal just enough to open your eyes. You realize you are in the Quinjet's medical capsule within seconds, by now you have been there so many times over the years that you know the smallest details: the familiar beeping sound of your heartbeat, the red button to call Jemma just below the lamp behind the back of the bed, the IV that feeds drugs into your veins, and the glass from which Jemma checks that you are not doing anything the doctor has forbidden you to do. A little unfair of her since she is the doctor. You feel as if a truck has hit you and then a car has run over you to complete the job. You raise your hand to scratch your nose but the oxygen mask prevents you from doing so so you squeeze it between your fingers to remove it but just as you are about to do so, a hasty knock against the clear glass causes you to smile a small smile of exasperation. Even before you turn around, in fact, you already know that you will see your beautiful doctor on the other side. To your surprise, however, she is not alone.

"You just woke up and already you want to take off your mask, I have no words really. Who is the doctor here? You have to do what I tell you if you want to get better, between you and Dais I really don't know who is worse."

Jemma admonishes you and you blush, feeling like a child being scolded by his parents.

"Hey, what do I have to do with this now?" Daisy pouts before slinging herself into your arms. You can't help but notice that his forearm is completely bandaged. When he notices where your gaze points, the Inhuman shrugs.

"It was worth it."

She slides the mask off your face, kissing you with so much passion and love that it leaves you breathless for a few seconds before the Inhuman promptly rushes to slip the mask back over your face.

"You scared us malyshka" Natasha approaches you and her plastered hand makes you frown. The Russian blushes, and for some reason you realize you don't really need to ask her how she broke her hand. Wanda caresses your cheek, leaving a tender kiss on your forehead.

"How are you feeling detka?"

"I'm just a little tired but I'm fine; exactly what happened?"

Their faces darken and that joy you had seen quickly fades.

"You collapsed, your heart couldn't take the strain, and we had to revive you twice." Bobbi's voice trembles as she says this and you reach out your hand toward her; the blonde grabs it and intertwines your fingers, turning a small smile to you.

"You were really a rockstar but if you do that again, I think we might actually kill you."

"Oh yes, don't think we haven't thought about what punishment to give you. Besides not being able to use your powers for at least four months-"

"What? Four months? But that's an eternity-" you jerk back to your seat, removing your mask and immediately regretting it as your vision blurs and the pain in your ribs increases exponentially, so much so that you lean to the right and vomit into the only thing you can grab.

Jemma strokes your back while Wanda holds your hair as you empty the meager contents of your stomach. As soon as you finish, you are so weak that dizziness takes over and your head falls back forward. If it weren't for Wanda, your face would be splattered against the floor. Jemma casts a glance at the heart monitor, and the value it reads makes your heart beat so fast you're afraid your chest might explode. She puts on your oxygen mask and then checks your vitals again.

Your pupils roll back, and as you fall helpless into Wanda's arms, the Sokovian panics a little.

"Hey, hey, detka wake up."

Wanda taps your cheeks but the only thing that changes is the further lowering of your heart rate.

"Jem, what's going on?" Daisy strokes your face, putting her hand on your chest to check your heart vibrations.

Jemma rummages through the drawers of the medical capsule and then, at the fifth drawer she ravages for something, she finally finds what she is looking for. In her hands she clutches a small glass case, inside which she glimpses a metal disk less than three centimeters in diameter and less than two centimeters thick.

As soon as she sees this, Bobbi cuts off your suit exposing your bare chest except for the three electrodes and the black bra you are wearing.

Jemma places the diskette on top of your left breast, just above your sternum, and presses the button above it. The disc blends in with your skin, being invisible to the human eye, and your body jerks, before your heartbeat returns to normal. The small jolt causes you to open your eyes and grimace in pain.

"What the hell-" you mutter, reaching out to massage your chest but Jemma stops you before you can.

"Hey, your heart rate was extremely low and I had to put a pacemaker on you. It's not invasive, Fitz designed one that blends in perfectly and doesn't give any problems whatsoever but you'll have to avoid EMPs but you can't take it off love, okay? I think the effort you put in was such that it damaged your heart, and without a peacemaker you could have another heart attack so until we find another solution and until we have done more tests, you can't use your powers."

You nod, squeezing your eyes shut as fatigue takes over.

"Rest now, we're here malyshka."

Natasha leaves a kiss in your hair while Daisy leaves one on your cheek. Jemma dims the lights to allow you to rest and Wanda lies next to you in the crib while Bobbi closes the glass curtains facing outward to give you all some privacy as you fall into dreamland surrounded by your girls.

You don't know it yet but one of those children you saved is going to become one of the best agents S.H.I.E.L.D. has ever had so maybe a slightly battered heart is worth it.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it. Leave like, comment and if you like support me on ko-fi. Have a great day!

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[fandomnerd9602]

Y/N, a Deadpool variant, slides up to Daisy…

Y/N: hey gorgeous you seem stressed. what do you say you and me find a quiet place to help you decompress?

Daisy: Pool, you realize the risk right?

Y/N: what risk?

Daisy: if you give me too great of an O, I might kill you with my powers.

Y/N: if I died making you feel like you hit cloud nine, that would be a worthy death!

Daisy rolls her eyes and drags Y/N somewhere a little more private

For @scarletquake-n7

[natashashill]

my girl

pairing: maria hill x reader

word count: 1k

warnings: fluff, backstory of reader contains mention of killing someone but that’s it

a/n: this was soooo self indulgent omg thank you to the nonnie who asked for this but i might have also lost the plot 😞

summary: based on this req

Rumors constantly swirled around S.H.I.E.L.D Headquarters over Maria ‘Ice Queen’ Hill. All the rookies murmured among themselves whenever they would find themselves around her, afraid to directly interact with her. It wasn’t that Hill was mean, no she just expected the absolute best from everyone. She worked her rookies to the bone, making sure they trained diligently and worked efficiently. She took the best recruits under her wing, training them specifically to work through S.H.I.E.L.D and rise through the ranks, while her least successful recruits ended up working a desk job or leaving all together. While the recruits were fearful of her, the majority of them admired her just the same.

The same cannot be said for you, the recruits all adored you. You were their primary instructor, training and sorting through the recruits until they would be evaluated by high agents like Victoria Hand, Phil Coulson, Melinda May, and of course Maria Hill. While they happened to be very strict, you were far more encouraging. You weren’t super strict with the recruits, you encouraged them through their difficulties and helped them find their own strengths. Although, that didn’t mean you were easy to walk over, if anyone tried to question you, it took you no time to make sure they understood who was in charge.

While your personalities didn’t seem to coincide, you and Maria Hill were a dream team. Before you decided to retire from the field, you and Maria Hill made an incredible team together. You would constantly partake in missions together. Soon enough, you both were absolutely inseparable, going on missions together, training together, and even doing some paperwork together in her office. Somewhere along the way, you both started falling for each other. You remained quite private at first, not wanting rumors to be spread around the office, but you both failed to hide it for long. Your co-workers started catching on to your relationship and you both failed to hide how flustered you made each other. When the rookies started to catch wind of your relationship, it surprised them all that Maria Hill had a heart.

However, it started to become increasingly obvious how in love the two of you were. Whenever you both were around each other, the energy in the room lightened, with you wearing an infectious smile whenever you would look at her and of course Maria would soften whenever she’s around you. Where Maria would be often uptight and rigid towards anyone else, it would never apply to you. People started to talk about you two, although no one really had anything negative to say. It was no surprise to see you two together in the hallways talking while heading off to wherever you’re needed, or that you would be the first to jump to her defense if someone challenged her.

She didn’t care if you made a mess at home or wanted to do something so ridiculously stupid to her, all she cared about was making you happy. She indulged you, letting you go all out in the holidays with your traditions because she knows how much it means to you. She never complained at all, even going along with your holiday baking that left the kitchen a mess. Although she did give you a bit of a look when you bought her the ugliest holiday sweaters to match. If there was one person who could get away with anything at work, it was you. She would never get mad at you if you submitted paperwork late or messed up at work, although this was much to the displeasure of everyone else at the receiving end of her wrath.

You were just as in love with her. Constantly checking up on Maria and reminding her to take breaks from her work. Whenever she would be working herself to death, you would be the one to get her to successfully step away from her work. Whenever she was in a particularly bad mood or frustrated at someone, Fury would call you to try and help her to calm down. You knew her like the back of your head, knew exactly what she needed when she would come home from a rough mission or suffered from the PTSD she developed during her army days or childhood.

The way she cared for you after missions, especially the bad ones. You had made the decision to step back after a mission gone wrong. You were sent to infiltrate an abandoned base, but you quickly found out it wasn’t abandoned at all. Hydra was still running tests at this base and you weren’t sure where to even begin. You saw many hostages and started trying to free them, hoping it would help. Unfortunately for you, that’s when you got made and you had no choice to retreat. While you called for backup, you were caught and forced to watch as Hydra killed a hostage in front of you that eerily resembled you. You never really recovered from that, even though it happened years ago, yet Maria was with you every step of the way. She was the one who found and freed you at the base, guided you back to the quinjet while you were shell shocked, took you home and made sure you would be alright. She didn’t leave your side for weeks until you started coming back to yourself again, lovingly staying with you and caring for you while you came to terms with what happened. She even waited for you outside your therapy sessions and brought you a milkshake each time.

As the years passed, your relationship became more and more public. You slowly started holding her hand while at work, or kissing her in hallways. After work events, you two would be seen together with Maria’s hand wrapped around your waist and your head on her shoulder. Most people easily brushed past it, they weren’t surprised in the slightest as anyone could have seen how much you cared for each other by now. Eventually even the recruits started becoming used to this, as seeing you two together became quite an occurrence after a few months.

notes: i really hope you like this, this was the only fic i was really able to write for during my writer’s block which is probably why it’s not good but she’s my wife fr soo!

[a-spes]

So.. I have seen an edit about Captain Anderson & Chen, from the Rookie, and maybe I was the only one to ship them, but I really like (love) the dynamic the both of them have 🙃

And so, I can't stop thinking about Maria Hill having a similar bond with Reader when they are both working as S.H.I.E.L.D.'s agents. So hope you will enjoy the Maria Hill content you get today 🙆

She is the training officer than no one wants to be assigned to.

She may be the commander, the one you need to impress if you want to be given good opportunities in the job, but she is also the one who could easily make your first day as an agent the last — and it is something she would be happy to do.

They are a lot of rumors about the woman. They are glorious, but they scare the students. She has achieved a lot of great things in her carrer, but it doesn't come without a price ; this job became her whole life. Commander Hill has nothing to loose, she has no one to come home to, and she expects every agent to act the same way, to at least pretend they are in the same situation — "because if you don't, if you are too scared of dying to do your job properly, then it will become a reality. You fail, you loose everything," she had said the first day.

She is strict. She never forgives, nor forgets, when a mistake is made. She has no time to waste, and only trains the best rookies. So it is no surprised that she was assigned to this guy from your promotion. He is first in every class, he is strong, confident,.. in other words, he is the perfect trainee.

At least, he used to be, before he decided to quit S.H.I.E.L.D., only a few weeks after he has started his training by her side. So when time came for the woman to choose a new trainee, and when she pointed at you, making you her new one, you were shaking with fear — because she just sealed your fate.

The first weeks were hard, the woman didn't seem to warm up to your presence despite the time that has passed. She barely talks to you and, when she does, it is only to give cold orders or to reprimand your way of doing things. It feels like you are playing a game you can't win because she refuses to explain the rules to you, and she keeps changing them.

You are trying your best to meet her expectations, but you are only messing everything up. She sees everything you say, or do, as a failure. You haven't heard a single compliment falling from her lips the past few weeks, and it is slowly gnawing at your from the inside.

The worse is probably when she doesn't say anything. In those moments, when she looks at you with a stern glance, and an expression you can't read because she is like a closed book. Those moments when she leaves you alone with your thoughts, and you can only imagine what you have done wrong this time. It keeps you awake at nights.

She does it for your own good, that is what she repeats to herself when she eventually comes to a point when she starts to question her methods. She is strict, and demanding, and that is exaclty what you need because that is what will keep you alive on the field. The world doesn't give second chances.

If you decide to quit, it is that you weren't made for the job. Yet, you are still here, and she has to admit that she is quite surprised because you haven't even snapped at her — something most of the recruits would have done by now. Except you are slighly different. She has never seen someone so eager to obey orders. Someone who is able to put their egos aside, and accept that they have to learn everything again because the real life is nothing alike the academy.

Maybe, for once, she has to admit that her trainee holds the potential to make a great agent one day — yet, it is not something she would tell you directly.

(more is coming)

[onegayastronaut]

Rekindling the Flame

Requested by anon: Hi could I maybe request a Melinda May & female reader fic where May and reader were best friends at the academy but went on different paths and are now reuniting again. Bonus points if Daisy is convinced they are a couple and is shipping them hard.

Words: 1104

Melinda May wasn’t one for nostalgia. The past was a place she avoided revisiting—its weight far too heavy for her liking. But when Director Coulson assigned her to oversee a new mission briefing, she couldn’t suppress the flicker of emotion that broke through her usually steely demeanor.

The specialist called in to consult wasn’t just anyone.

It was you.

Her best friend from the S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy days. The one person who knew her before the “Cavalry,” before Bahrain, before the years of stoic silence and walls built too high for anyone to climb.

May stood near the head of the conference room, arms crossed, her gaze locked on the door. When you walked in, it felt like the years apart melted away, even if the faint lines at the corners of your eyes spoke of your own battles.

You scanned the room, stopping short when you saw her. A smile broke across your face—bright and familiar, just like she remembered.

“Agent May,” you greeted, your voice betraying a flicker of nervousness. You hadn’t seen her in over a decade.

“(Y/N),” May said, her tone unusually soft.

The room fell quiet as the two of you locked eyes. There was so much to say, but no words to fill the void years had left. Finally, you grinned, trying to lighten the mood.

“Still as intimidating as ever, I see.”

May’s lips twitched. “And you’re still as reckless.”

The old rhythm between you two came flooding back, and for a moment, the years and the pain didn’t matter. The rest of the room might as well have disappeared.

From across the room, Daisy nudged Mack with her elbow. “Okay, what is going on there?”

“What do you mean?” Mack asked, glancing at you and May. You were seated close together, heads tilted toward one another as you talked in hushed tones. It was the most animated anyone had seen May in months.

Daisy gestured wildly. “Look at them! The shared smiles, the intense eye contact. That’s not just a friend reunion. That’s chemistry.”

Mack snorted. “You’re reading too much into it.”

“Am I?” Daisy countered, crossing her arms. “They’re giving serious power couple vibes. Like, ‘grumpy mentor meets sunshine bestie’ kind of energy. I’m just saying—I’m here for it.”

Mack shook his head. “You’ve been watching too many rom-coms.”

Later that evening, you found May in the lounge, sitting with a cup of tea in hand. The dim lighting softened her sharp features, making her look less like the hardened warrior the world knew and more like the young woman you’d shared late-night study sessions with at the Academy.

“Couldn’t sleep?” you asked, taking a seat beside her.

“Never do,” she replied, her voice low.

You leaned back, letting the silence stretch. It was comfortable, just like it used to be. Words weren’t always necessary with May; she appreciated quiet company over hollow chatter.

“I missed you,” you said finally, breaking the stillness.

May’s gaze shifted to you, her expression unreadable. After a long pause, she admitted, “I missed you too.”

Your lips curved into a smile. “You could’ve reached out, you know. I’m not that hard to find.”

“I didn’t think you’d want to hear from me,” she said, her voice softer than you’d ever heard it.

You frowned. “Why wouldn’t I?”

She hesitated, then looked away. “A lot’s changed since the Academy.”

“Not everything,” you said gently. “You’re still my best friend, May. That’ll never change.”

Her shoulders relaxed, just a fraction, and she let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. For the first time in years, she felt something close to peace.

The next morning, Daisy cornered you in the gym. “Okay, spill it,” she demanded, planting her hands on her hips.

You blinked at her, mid-punch on the bag. “Spill what?”

“You and May,” Daisy said, grinning. “What’s the deal? Are you secretly dating? Have you been together since the Academy? Because if not, I’m officially shipping this.”

You laughed, a sound that startled even you. “Daisy, we’re just friends. Always have been.”

Daisy raised an eyebrow. “Sure, Jan. Tell that to literally everyone else who’s seen you two together.”

You shook your head, still smiling. “I think you’ve been spending too much time on fan forums.”

“Maybe,” Daisy admitted, “but mark my words: there’s something there.”

The briefing had gone smoothly, and the mission was executed with precision. You and May fell into an effortless rhythm, working together as though no time had passed since your last joint operation. Your movements were in sync, your strategies perfectly aligned. The rest of the team couldn’t help but notice.

“They’re like a well-oiled machine,” Mack said, watching as you and May coordinated an infiltration with little more than nods and hand signals.

“Told you,” Daisy whispered back. “Couple energy.”

By the time the mission was over, the team returned to the Quinjet in high spirits. You sat beside May in the corner, both of you quietly decompressing. The silence between you wasn’t heavy this time; it was companionable, filled with unspoken understanding.

As the Quinjet soared back toward the Playground, May turned to you. “So...are you staying this time?”

The question hung in the air, heavy with hope.

You smiled, your eyes warm. “If you’ll have me.”

May didn’t reply right away, but the faint curve of her lips said more than words ever could. For the first time in years, she allowed herself to hope.

From the cockpit, Daisy leaned over to Mack and whispered, “Called it.”

Mack sighed. “You’re impossible.”

A week later, the team gathered for a rare evening off. Daisy’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she watched you and May quietly chatting on the other side of the room. Finally, she couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“So, when’s the wedding?” she called out, grinning.

The room fell silent. You choked on your drink, and May shot Daisy a glare that could’ve frozen lava.

“Daisy,” May said in a warning tone.

“What?” Daisy said innocently. “I’m just saying, you two are perfect together. The world’s been waiting.”

You looked at May, a mixture of amusement and embarrassment on your face. “She’s relentless.”

May sighed. “You have no idea.”

As the others laughed and the conversation shifted, May leaned closer to you, her voice low enough that only you could hear. “Ignore her.”

“She might be onto something,” you teased, your eyes twinkling.

May gave you a look, but the corners of her mouth betrayed the faintest of smiles. For the first time in years, she felt something she thought she’d lost forever.

Happiness.

[emilyskinners]

maybe there’s a universe out there — happening now — where we end up together. maybe there’s a universe where i’m the right person for you. where i adore every nice thing you did for me without starting to resent you. a universe where you actually end up with someone who appreciates you. where no one becomes a doormat. where both of us can shed our baggage and curiosity and issues. if you think of it all this way, then it’s like neither of us did anything wrong. you just found me in the wrong universe. that’s all. because you could have loved me forever. and maybe in another universe, i let you.

- gaby dunn