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sorry-i-ship-drarry · 3 years

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Da Capo

Dialogue Prompt 16- " because I love you, is that what you wanted to hear " requested by @sunflowerishdolphin ( your last remaining request ) | TW- NONE |

Da Capo-(Italian: from the beginning); at the end of a piece of music or a section of it, means that it should be played or sung again from the beginning.

He shut the door behind him, locking immediately, putting those grocery bags on the counter and turned on the voice Machine , picking up the mails from the corner table reading who addressed them as he simultaneously heard the voice messages like his usual evening, a routine that had became a practice.

" you have 2 new messages "

" hey harry, this is Clint. Send me those pictures via e-mail, could you ? Call me when you get back "

Harry subconsciously nodded as he read the next mail addressed from the burrow.

" harry "

He stopped dead in his movements as he stared at the tiles on the floor, hearing that very familiar voice.

" I- I know I should not- you know- never mind. Uh, call me or not, whatever. Just- how do you end this-" the voice message echoed with rustling until it ended with a beep and harry couldn't bring himself to stop the beeping.

When one of the apple fell down over the ground creating a thud, harry broke free from his locked moment of strangeness and shut off the beep. He stared at the number long enough to remember his past, the horrors, the pain, the anguish, the agony of it all but he couldn't resist himself from Noting down the number on the notepad and just staring at it.

He had called, 1 year and 6 months later, he had called.

Harry left the notepad like it had been resting on the counter and went out to the garden to water his plants and get some peace from the quick Sand of the emotions that had started overwhelming in the presence of the noted down number. But it didn't help the rail of his thoughts that resulted in overflowing of the pots.

The evening had turned into a chilly night yet without a care he kept staring at the TV screen blankly, finding it hard to forget that voice message. That familiarity in the voice had almost Haunted harry every night in dreams and that un-advanced way of not knowing still how to end a voice message made harry smile if only for a moment but he was strongly reminded of how had things ended, in fights, In rush, in sadness, in heart break.

He wanted to call back and ask him why had he called, he even stood before the phone, dialing almost the entire number but could never gather the entire courage to actually call him back. How could he ? After everything that had happened, how could he?

It had been almost 1 and half year since harry moved to a small town in Paris living in a muggle suburb and still learning French but he had sat in his balcony drowning in rain, yet he never felt at home. He never wanted to leave Britain, London but what choice did he had but to leave everything behind and start new, a fresh start and yet all he felt was moving backwards. He loved it here, the neighborhood, the children on the streets, the grocery man, Adrian's little shop around the corner yet the smell of the Rain, the smell of laundry, the Blooming garden, the sunlight, nothing felt the same, not like how it was when he was with him. Nothing ever felt the same anymore .

Somewhere around blankly staring at the TV, the screen had Turned grey with no more left to watch when harry forcibly picked himself up and put himself to bed, relentlessly tossing and turning until sleep had returned to him like previous night's.

You can't stop thinking about me .

That's not true.

Do you really think so? Then why am I here ?

You tell me.

He sighed, his voice flourishing and sounding like the softest of breeze, you can feel it too, can't you, you know I will be there with you..

I can't feel anything. A pause.

You're coming?

Do you want me to ?

Harry tossed one last time, slowly opening his eyes in the silence of the night and the street light outside flickering with yellow and black. He sighed to himself as he sat right up and followed the line of sight to where the phone was kept.

" hi, draco, hi- uh, you called. I- didn't know about it- just got your message- I wanted to check what you called for so leave me a message or call me in the mor-"

" harry?"

Harry stilled with the phone pressed against his ear, his breathing sounding very clear like he had held the phone very close to himself as if holding it too close would make the conversation more real.

He stared at his feets on the ground comprehending how to respond, he had not expected draco to pick up-

" harry, you there ?"

" yeah, yeah. Uh sorry- I just- " he breathed " isn't it late ?"

" sort of yeah. I just- I came from a run "

" this late at night ?"

" yeah " he breathed.

Harry breathed.

" you called earlier ?"

" yeah " a long pause before he released a rolling breath and spoke again " I'm visiting Paris and I- I know you're there, so I was just wondering if you'd like to meet sometime if you're free of course ?"

Harry's fingers coiled to the telephone loop, a little smile forming over his lips as he whispered " Sure. When ?"

" this weekend "

" I'll pick you up ?"

" that'd be- nice " he breathed.

" okay "

They breathed.

" I'll send the details via mail " he added

" okay "

And they finally cut the call but all harry did was stare at his feets on the ground crossed together as if it offered any peace.

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The sun had rose like usual with the birds chirping just outside Harry's balcony, the usual ringing of his alarm clock went unnoticed as harry stepped out of the long shower. He padded across the room water dripping down his neck due to his washed hair, finally shutting off the Alarm. He stared at the watch as minutes stroke by, his mind lost in the moving of the minute hands until a shiver has ran down his spine and he dropped the clock on the bed and fetched the shirt and the pants he has decided to worn a day before. The same blue flowy shirt and the same Khaki pants.

Anxiety was not a surprise visitor anymore as harry fidgeted wearing his watch over his rest and tying his shoe laces that at some point, harry left them be thinking that if he'd fall, he'd fall. He ran all around the apartment going from one room to another to living room because his things were scattered all across until finally the clock stroke 12 and harry left the apartment in his second hand ford from 1985.

Harry leaned against his car in front of the France ministry of magic building waiting for draco to come with sun bouncing over his soft brunette hair, checking his watch every minute or two.

And there he was, the same boy walking through the door carrying 2 bags in a soft cotton red faded shirt and washed blue jeans.

" waited for long ?"he asked awkwardly.

Harry shook his head as he took his bags and dropped them in back seat.

" I- harry- I just wanted to ask something "

Harry frowned but nodded as he opened the car door for draco.

" this isn't awkward, is it ?"

Harry huffed out a breath, glancing behind draco for a moment. Was it awkward,of course but he Wanted to settle through the awkwardness and not be like one of those people who can't visit their ex.

" it is a bit but we'll settle in. After all we're friends, right ?"

Draco chuckled softly before he nodded " we can be "

Harry smiled before he stepped away and let draco take the passenger seat and settled into his driver's seat as well.

" Hungry ?" Harry asked as the ignition roared.

Draco nodded " very "

" I know just the place " harry smiled putting on his sunglasses and drove to exactly where he needed to.

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Things remained a bit awkward with draco as harry adjusted to all new information and forgot thinking of draco as an ex he scrambled away from and reminded himself more to treat him like the way he used to before the relationship happened.

But despite that the wicked angels that remained on Harry's shoulder reminded him to be careful this time and even if he harry heard them, he ignored as he served draco the croissant he has freshly picked up from the bakery around the corner.

" what about the eiffel tower ?" Draco asked as he sipped his lemon tea, taking the plate of croissant away from harry.

" it's overrated but worth it. It's better in the evening, I'll take you there " harry replied as he ate his own.

" oh shit- I forgot. I had to be at work 15 minutes ago. I'll see you later yeah " draco hurried with his baked food and picked up his bag he has came with and disapparated from within the apartment.

Harry collapsed down on the chair thinking to himself what was he doing. How could he just forget everything and move on and pretend like nothing happened like he had been doing for days. He hated the pretending, the " I'm doing fine without you " act or we're better as friends act, he hated it but as draco would come from the hotel every afternoon and sometimes stay by till the evening, harry would allow himself to relish in those moments and let be.

"the real question is do you really want to be friends or not ?" Jade asks as she dressed the mannequin with new shirt introduced in this work fashion line.

" i- i don't know jade. Do I want to forget everything and move forward, yes but I can't just look at him pretend we don't have a past " harry kicked the ground as he was leaned against the wall in the cubicle with jade and the white mannequin for display.

" Harry, the past is the past. It doesn't matter anymore. And you know the whole thing about ex's can't be friends,it's shit, I'm friends with my first boyfriend " jade replied with the pin between her lips as he tucked the buttons together.

" your first boyfriend is gay now. You're not helping jade-"

" look harry. Is it worth it ? Is it worth spending time with him? Is it worth meeting him again everyday ? Is it worth being friends with him again ? Those are the real questions " She asked with her head titled for emphasis, her hands in the air waiting for his response.

Harry sighed closing his eyes, opening them again and spoke " I think. He's changed a lot and he's different now"

" well there you go and you know what, even if you don't want to be friends or anything, he's just visiting. He's not going to stay here forever you know and you barely visit home, so friends or no friends, it won't matter much" jade shrugged as she put the mannequin the hat and stretched her neck backwards to check the entire look before nodding to herself and stepping out of the cubicle, harry following him.

" I guess you're right " harry mumbled. Jade nodded and they departed to their response departments of work.

When the evening arrived he met draco Outside his work building and strolled off to where they could disapparate from without being noticed.

" it's a beautiful place " draco suddenly said as they were walking down the streets.

" it is " harry hummed nodding, pocketing his hand.

" don't you ever-" Breath " like miss home ? Everyone else?" He asked

Harry thought for a moment before he replied with all he could think of " it's a part of starting fresh. I miss people back home but I love it here too, everyone's nice "

" but doesn't it ever get lonely ?" Draco asked as he now walked right by Harry's side.

" sometimes but other times I just forget " harry shrugged looking forward before crossing the road.

" forget what ?" Draco asked as he ran to maintain his pace with harry.

" forget that I'm lonely. The best way to not get lonely is just not to think of being lonely " harry shrugged as he for a moment looked at Draco before he entered the dark Empty alley.

" is it easy ?" Draco asked as he stood before harry taking his hand for side along disapparation.

Harry gazed at draco, allowing the free sensation of holding his hand making him feel closer to home before he took a step forward towards draco.

" no "

And disapparated.

Part 2 & 3

might turn into a series fiction. @drarrywords thanks for beta reading this..

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quietlyimplode · 4 years

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@whumptober2020 - Day 19 - Survivors Guilt.

Day 1 - Waking Up Restrained // Day 2 - Kidnapped // Day 3 - Manhandled // Day 4 - Caged// Day 5 - Rescue // Day 6 - No More // Day 7 - Support // Day 8 - Isolation // Day 9 - Take Me Instead // Day 10 - Blood Loss/Trail of Blood // Day 11 - Psych 101 // Day 12 - Broken Down // Day 13 - Oxygen Mask // Day 14 - Alternative Prompt - Comfort // Day 15 - Into The Unknown // Day 16 - A Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Day // Day 17 - Wrongfully Accused // Day 18 - Paranoia // Day 19 - Survivors Guilt

CW - Discussions of Child Abuse.

She’s looks at her hands.

“Nothing. It’s fine. It’s just thoughts.”

“Sometimes talking through your thoughts helps, right?”

“They’re not good thoughts.” She cautions.

“That’s ok, that sometimes happens.” He says carefully.

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She’s been cranky all day. He doesn’t want to bother her again with a suggestion to do something so he sits on the laptop and writes up mission specs, research into bows that can have delayed explosions once they hit and anything else that lets him sit with her but not interact. Every time he’s suggested something like getting something to eat or watch or do, he’s met with a ‘no’ or a look. He’s stopped now, the days pretty much gone. She’s been intermittent in reading and staring at nothing, he wonders if he should be concerned. It’s like she’s mulling over something, but whatever it is it must be a big something, because whatever got her into this funk is not going away anytime soon.

He throws a cookie at her and it hits her in the chest. Leaping up, she draws her gun on him. Hands up, he cocks his head. “That’s not the response I thought I’d get by throwing you my last cookie,” he says flippantly for someone how has a gun aimed at his head.

“What the actual fuck, Clint.” She puts the gun back under the pillow (god she has guns everywhere) and sits back on the couch. Where before she was laying down and relaxed, she’s now on edge. Whoops. He hadn’t meant to do that.

“You okay?” He checks in, knowing the answer is no.

“Yeah.. I -“ she lays back down, not finishing the sentence.

“You hungry?” He looks pointedly to the cookie now on the floor. “I can throw you something else?”

“No,” comes the response, then a beat and “thanks though.”

He gives up.

If she wants to be in a mood, that’s ok. He tries not to let it send him into one.

As a last ditch effort, he asks, “wanna spar?”

She looks up.

“Yeah. Yeah ok.”

He grins big. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, just let me get changed.”

He tells her he’ll meet her on the mats, and heads down to the gym, making sure they’re free and that no-one is around. They haven’t spared in ages and he’s seen her take on Steve. They’ve come to an understanding since they spoke the other day to come together in the gym. He knows Steve is going easy on her, hell she knows too.

She arrives in a zip up hoodie and shorts, still not ok with neck things, he notices.

“How you wanna do this?” He challenges.

“Wanna do take downs?”

“Umm. No. How about tagging?” The ‘game’ of choosing a body part and protecting that by all means whilst trying to attack your partners and tagging it. Clint finds it a good warm up game, but also helps to gauge where she’s at.

“Sure. What part? Head?” She follows up immediately.

“God Nat, are you angry with me? No. You’ve lost enough brain cells.” A wry grin.

“Ok, stomach?”

“Nah, how about butts?”

She rolls her eyes. “Fine. But I chose next. Best to five?”

“Ok, but no heads,” he cautions.

They move around each other, Clint throws some easy shots, which are parried by Natasha, each choosing opportune times to attack. They’re up to 2 shots a piece when Clint calls for a break. They’ve been going for 20 minutes and he’s tired. Deconditioned might be the better word. Grabbing water from the nearby fridge he throws one to her, and takes another for himself.

“What’s up?” He says sitting on the mats next to her. “You’ve been in a mood all day, and you’re clearly not thinking here - I left several openings and you didn’t take one.”

She’s looks at her hands.

“Nothing. It’s fine. It’s just thoughts.”

“Sometimes talking through your thoughts helps, right?”

“They’re not good thoughts.” She cautions.

“That’s ok, that sometimes happens.” He says carefully.

“Do you ever think that we shouldn’t be here? That I shouldn’t be here?” She starts. He ponders whether to cut her off or let her go now she’s started, if he interrupts he worries that she’ll shut down. He lets her go on, prepared to cut her off.

“The odds of me surviving the Red Room, the sadists, the torture, the lessons; I can’t tell you how slim that was. It was only by chance that I survived that and others didn’t. Once, they had us locked in the basements with no food, only water and then gave us food after 5 days. I think the expectation was that we’d fight over it, kill over it. But you know, we were smart; we knew what they wanted and even though we knew we’d be punished; we shared it. I think we all thought it would be our last meal, we didn’t say it but I know we all felt it.. I don’t even remember their names. But I know their faces. The repercussion of that incident was, for lack of a better word, brutal.” She pauses takes a drink of water, Clint nods at her to continue, these are things Natasha never talks about. Things he’s only heard snippets of, from dreams or nightmares, from flashbacks to dissociation. Therapy must have opened some wounds right up, because volunteering this information is something he’d never thought happen. “we were separated after that. Only brought together for lessons. To fight each other. To best each other. Kill. Maim. Torture. To weed ourselves down to 28.” She takes a deep breath. “And now. Gods and monsters, we hold our own Clint, but I don’t have your skills, Tony’s armor, Bruce’s abilities. I have a boss who trusts my judgement on others but doesn’t trust me. Not enough to tell me that he’s faked his death or to tell me that Hydra was coming because in my previous life I was a turncoat, a ‘predatel'’ and that I might be playing both sides as well..”

Traitor, Clint’s mind supplies, tripping up on the Russian.

“Sometimes I can’t help but wonder, why me? Why did I survive it, when so many others didn’t? I’m not special or smarter or anything.. I just. I don’t even know..” she stops. Looks up at him.

“You know?”

He does. He really does. But he really doesn’t know how to address it other than talk of his own feelings of self worth. A story for a story, he supplied in kind.

“Barney would leave me, for hours, when we were at the circus. I didn’t trust any of them. Some of the others would pick on me, come looking for me when they knew Barney was out. I didn’t know at the time he was helping them with some pretty illegal shit, but I did know to hide myself, and I did know how to become invisible. There were others, my age, maybe older, that didn’t have that skill so when they’d move on from me, they’d go look for them. Beat them. Make them do tricks for the sheer fun of making them do something over and over again; taunt them. I’d watch, from up high, and wonder if I should save them from it. But if it wasn’t them, it’d be me. Those kids, they didn’t last long; they’d leave, some died and others; well I don’t really know what happened but I know it wasn’t anything good.” he grabs his own water and feels his heart rate quicken. Suppressing a memory.

“My point is, that there’s been shit that’s happened to us that no kid should go through. That’s not on us, yeah?”

She nods, slowly.

“And I suppose as adults we build our own support systems. Look at you, and how much work you’re putting into getting rid of this trigger? God Nat, we’ve made it this far. Not only that, we’ve found each other. And others that have our backs. Look at Tony; he’s done everything to make sure we are safe, Pepper keeps baking us shit, and Steve holds back on whooping our asses daily, Bruce and Cho, even Fury and Maria and May too. What are the chances we’d find them, or find a team that’s as fucked as us?” He smiles.

“Right?”

She nods slowly.

“I suppose.”

“It’s never going to go away, that feeling of why us.” He reckons. “but maybe it’s like the lottery; you win some you lose some.”

Natasha stands. Looking, he supposes, somewhat brighter.

“Come on slowpoke. It’s 2-2, someone has to win. Like the lottery,” she teases.

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#whumptober2020 #day 19 #survivors guilt #clintasha #natasha romanoff #black widow #clint barton #hawkeye #tony stark #clintasha fic #child abuse tw #violence cw #discussion of child abuse #let me know if there are other tags i need to put in #red room cw

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 4 years

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Sick Little Games: Seventeen

"Babe, you okay?" Clint said, toweling off his hair and padding over to your makeup table where you're sitting and looking a little lost.

"Yeah," you answer. You sound dejected. And not okay. But Clint knows better than to pry. Sometimes, you have to feel on your own before you can tell him about them. And after dodging your parents all week, he isn't surprised you're reluctant to go out tonight.

He crosses the floor and sits at your vanity next to you, "So," he asks, amused, "What makeup look are we going for tonight? Emo moppet or Ethereal Fairy?"

You half shrug, "I was thinking sparkly Alien."

"Ooo," he teases, giving you a nudge and a wink, "Switching it up on me? I'm gonna be thinking I'm getting some strange when we get home."

You snort and lean against his side for a second, wanting some comfort. A little adoration. Some semblance of "okay." Clint obliges, pulling you closer. "Baby," he murmurs, "We don't have to go out tonight if you don't want to."

"But I can't hide here forever," you point out.

Clint smiles, "You can if you want to. No one would judge you... Stirling is a gross person. What kinda person tries to picket a building full of superheroes?"

"You're all unclean, dealing with me," you murmur, looking away. Your face heats and Clint won't let you pull away. There's been a lot of reflexive shame. A lot of struggling.

Clint snorted bitterly, "If they really believe that, then why are they trying to reach out?"

You shrug, "I'm recognizable now. I'm not their "missing" kid anymore... People are probably calling Stirling's ministry into question. Primarily since he built it on the back of "saving" kids because he couldn't "save" me."

"That's bullshit," he hissed.

You nod and take a deep breath, "Yeah. But now they expect me to swoop in and save the family ministry... denounce my evil ways. Whatever that means."

Clint smiles a little, "Well, I hope you don't. I kinda like them."

You laugh and kiss his jaw, "Horn dog," you scold, without any real heat.

"Well, yeah," he said unrepentantly. You roll your eyes and start fussing with your makeup. He watches for a moment. He likes the transformation. It reminds him irresistibly of you getting ready for battle. It's methodical. Crisp and precise. But tonight he doesn't stay to watch you do the whole thing. He dresses and slips out, going to look for Steve.

"Hey Cap," he called, leaning on the doorframe of the kitchen.

"Yeah?" he asked, stirring a cup of coffee.

"Is there anything we can do to keep the picketers from harassing Y/N?"

"Legally?" Steve asked.

"Sure," Clint said.

"Not a fucking thing," Steve said, his mouth screwing up in distaste. "They filed all their permits with the city and as long as no one puts hands on her? There's nothing we can do... Legally."

Steve watched the wheels turning in Clint's head and sighed, "Look," Steve said hurriedly, "I don't like it either." He rubbed the back of his neck, "Y/N is a good girl. She's not... She's not any of the things they're calling her. For god's sake. She knits and bakes cookies. She's in bed by 11 and... well. She's a good girl. A sweet kid. She doesn't deserve this, but... The harder we fight it, the worse it's going to look like we have something to hide. And that... That's just gonna whip people into a bigger frenzy. Gain more attention."

Clint frowned, "She's afraid to leave to go out, Steve," he protested.

Steve exhaled slowly, "I know," he groaned, "Nat's been up my ass about it too... Look. Legally? There's nothing I can do. Nothing I can be SEEN to do."

"So, if I do something..." Clint pressed.

"This conversation never happened," Steve said firmly.

Clint smirked, and Steve said a prayer. A small prayer that whatever the archer did, at the very least, wouldn't lead to maiming.

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Clint smiled when you stepped out of the elevator and whistled softly. "Sparkly Space Alien" was indeed a look. Your outfit was art. And so was your face. You were almost completely unrecognizable. At least. You would be to people that had pretended you were dead for over a decade. He steals a soft kiss and brushes and errant lock of hair out of your eyes, "You're so out of my league."

"It's fine, you make me laugh," you answer, snuggling against his chest and sliding your arms inside his jacket around his waist to be closer to him.

"Is that all?" he askes, feigning hurt.

"Sometimes you open jars," you quip, smiling up at him.

"Damn right, I do," he rumbles, "Especially after you loosen 'em up for me."

You smudge a kiss against his jaw, happy to be close to him. And in a way, glad that he isn't intimidated. That you can still tease him. That it still feels right snuggling into his arms to get warm. Or just for a cuddle because you're touch starved. You're also glad that he doesn't care if he finds you cuddled up with Thor. Or Bruce. Or both of them when he has to be away. Platonic cuddle piles had always been a thing, and Clint was okay with it. Though he liked being the first person you went to for comfort.

Bucky leans on the pool table, scowling to himself as he cleans his nails. It's grotesquely cute. The way Clint folds you into his arms and coddles you. Giving you a moment to hide against his chest. The way you look up at him. Big bright eyes and glitter-dusted cheeks. Discordant looks. Clint's grey sweatshirt jacket and jeans. Your pop/punk/glitter alien nonsense. You look like you stepped out of a magazine and Clint? That boy looks like it's laundry day. Like he just threw on the last handful of clean clothes that he had. And not for the first time, as the protesters outside the tower start singing. As they settle in to start their candlelit vigil or whatever, Bucky wonders what the fuck Clint is actually going to do about this. Bucky also wonders why any of the people out there give a fuck if you can Abracadabra your way out of a mess. But as you walk by with Clint, tucked happily into his side, giggling at whatever he'd just said, bucky itches to snatch you off his arm and remind Clint that he'd had you first. That he'd been the first one to pin you to a bed.

He'd seen the permissive way that Clint acted with you. The way he didn't bat an eye at you lying on the couch with people that weren't him. The way someone else casually kissing your cheek or picking you up to move you out of the road didn't phase him. He never so much as blinked at anyone, just swinging you off your feet. Like last week when the Hulk fucking took you and picked you up like a doll. Setting you on his shoulder while he scaled a goddamn building. All Clint had had to say was, "Aww man, why's he never do that for me? I gotta monkey fuck my own way up to a ledge."

"Hawkeye, not as cute to look at," Hulk chuckled, "No, make me cookies."

"Oh, come on!" Clint protested, "I taught you how to cha-cha slide."

"She teaches me how to Cupid Shuffle," Hulk answered, smirking.

"Damn it!" Clint said, snapping, "Outfoxed again."

Nothing phased him. Nothing bothered him. He didn't even care if you had to flirt with someone for a mission. And Bucky thought that was ridiculous. If, he thought, mentally shaking his head and correcting himself. No, When you were his girl, that kind of thing wasn't gonna happen. You were gonna behave. You were gonna keep your hands to yourself.

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In the bar, you lean against Bruce and sigh, "Not gonna lie, I feel a little overdressed."

"You are a bit," he says fondly, brushing glitter off his arm where you'd leaned on him. "Still dodging protestors?"

You nod and sigh, "Luckily, all the news tends to publicize is the pictures of me sweating a covered in blood or various viscera."

Bruce winced sympathetically and smiled a little, "I'm sorry, Y/N," he says, "If it helps, they can't do this forever."

"No," you agree, "But they can do it as long as Stirling's little cult keeps sending him money."

"That's gross," Bruce said.

"Tell me about it," you answer, taking a sip from your glass.

"My Lady," Thor ventured, "How did your mother find herself with this man? He doesn't seem to have any affection for you."

You shrug, "Being a single mom is hard, Thor," you answer. "Being a single mom with a checkered past is harder... so when Mama found Jesus, she found Stirling."

Thor nodded, frowning, "And then?" he pressed.

"And then... He became our new normal. He had money you know? And once they got married mama didn't have to work 16 hour days to keep food on the table. So. It didn't really matter if he said dinosaurs were the work of the devil. Or that everything we read or watched had to be "approved" to keep our minds pure. And it was... okay. Until I was 12."

Bruce made a soft, sympathetic noise and signaled for you to be given another drink. "That's when you got your powers, right?" he asked.

"Got my period and my powers at the same time... Worst fucking birthday ever," you grouse, "And I'm still shitty about it."

Thor smiles a little and sips from his glass, "That- yes, that would be bullshit."

You nod, "Not too long after that, Stirling put me and the bag my mama packed on a greyhound and shipped my ass to California... Figured no one would look for me there... Then they waited a few months, buried an empty casket, and spent over a decade cashing in all that sweet, sweet sympathy."

Bruce kissed the side of your head and sighed, "That's... That's a mess."

You nod, "Yeah. But at least I learned how to dress."

"That's true," Bruce said, laughing. You might be overdressed right now, but at least you weren't rocking unironic fanny packs messy, shapeless clothing. Your clothes actually fit you, and you looked comfortable. They all looked like lizard people who were struggling to figure out how their skin suits worked.

"Say the word, my lady," Thor declared, raising his tankard, "And I will smite them!"

"No, smiting!" Tony yelled from across the bar, "Absolutely not!"

"He's talking about the protestors!" Bruce called back.

"Oh. Shit. Yeah. I'll help!" he says, throwing back a shot.

You roll your eyes, "Easy boys," you caution, "Don't underestimate the power of zealots... Just... All we have to do is wait. Stirling's built himself a house of cards. And he's one stiff breeze away from losing it all."

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We Are A Family-Part 31

Title: We Are A Family. Pairings: Steve x tony, Peter x Wade, Nat x Clint, Sam x Bucky. Part: 31/? Warnings: swearing, fluff, angst, eventual smut, slowburn. Summary: When Nat comes into the avengers tower with baby Peter Parker, the avengers didn’t know what they were getting themselves into. But now that Peter is here,Steve and Tony both feel protective over him. It doesn’t help that Peter hates everyone other than Steve and tony. But as Steve and tony raise Peter, they start to fall for one another. Will this superfamily work out or will it all turn to hell? A/N: I’m going to start wrapping up this fic within the next couple parts but i have a lot planned. I’ve been hit with insane amounts of inspiration whilst in quarantine, hope everyone is staying safe

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23, Part 24, Part 25, Part 26, Part 27, Part 28, Part 29, Part 30

Steve couldn’t believe it when tony had first told him. They were going to get back together, they were going to get Peter back, and then things would be right again. They’d get to live out the rest of their lives together and happy and in love. I love you Steve. It had taken Steve’s breath away to hear it, it was something he wasn’t sure he’d ever get to hear again. Each passing day he’d longed for the sound of tony’s voice forming those words, but he hadn’t thought he’d ever actually get to this point. Get tony back and explain himself.

“When this is over, we’re going to therapy.” Tony said as he made his cup of coffee.

“What?” Steve shook his head and Tony looked up at him.

“We’re all going to need it Steve. You especially, this is a fight you’ve been battling for years.” Steve looked down at his hands.

“I’m fine.” He wasn’t but he wasn’t ready to admit that yet.

“Then go for me, so I feel less alone.”

“We’ll talk about it when we get back, once we bring everyone back.” They were waiting for the others. Because they were going into space to get back Peter.

“You sure I can’t come with you?” Tony asked and Steve met the eyes of his husband.

“You’re still recovering. I don’t want to lose you too.” Steve said and Tony nodded his head.

“alright, I’ll have dinner waiting for us.”

“Chinese?” Steve quirked an eyebrow and Tony narrowed his eyes.

“if you’re lucky.”

“Thank you.”

“I might even make us some cookies.” Steve couldn’t contain the grin as he thought back to that one night in his tiny kitchen in his apartment, all those years ago.

“wait until we get back. It can be a family activity.” Tony nodded and Steve crossed the room to him. He wrapped his arms around tony and rested his chin atop Tony’s head. They were going to bring Peter back, and then they would recover from this nightmare.

“Stay safe out there Stevie.” Tony whispered and Steve nodded but still didn’t let go.

“Rest up here. I love you.” Steve kissed Tony’s forehead and forced himself to step back.

“I love you too.” Nat had complained that the two of them were extra gushy with one another, but she’d been smiling as she said it. she said it was good to see them together again, after all this time.

“I’ll see you soon.” Steve promised and then left the room before he kissed Tony for real.

Tony had everything set up, he’d ordered the food and set the table and had bought ingredients for cookies. He hummed to himself as he got everything organised, they were getting Peter back.

“I should have gone with them.” Wade complained and Tony glanced to the young teenager. It was still adjustment, with all the scars. But Tony was getting used to them.

“we’re still not sure of your powers yet.”

“Cut off a limb and it grows back.”

“That doesn’t make you invincible Wade.” Tony told him and Wade looked down at the floor.

“I don’t know if Steve told you this, but I was meant to go in the snap.” Tony’s hands stilled and he frowned.

“meant to go?”

“I started to get all dusty, started to disappear, and then I didn’t.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Bruce said it was this new power I have. My cells regenerated faster than the stones could get rid of me.” Tony just stared at Wade in disbelief.

“so you’re telling me you’re meant to be…” Tony trailed off and Wade nodded.

“I should have gone with them.” Tony looked down at the floor. They’d be back soon if things had gone to plan. They’d come back home and Peter would be with them and Tony’s life could get back on track. The plates rattled on the dining room table and Tony nearly collapsed with relief. Right on time. He thought to himself as he and Wade rushed downstairs and outside onto his not-so-green-grass-anymore. The ship was landing, they were back. Tony’s heart hammered in his chest, he could hug Peter again. Could move on from that awful memory of Peter begging for his life. Tony hobbled and Wade helped him over to the ship as the doors opened and the Avengers emerged. Steve was the last one out.

“What happened? Where’s Peter?” Tony asked and Steve pulled Tony into a tight embrace. Everyone was watching, everyone knew the news Steve was about to tell him.

“I don’t know what to do.” Steve sobbed and Tony clung to him.

“We’re bringing him back, what’s going on? What happened out there?” Tony whispered as Steve’s body shuddered against his own.

“Thanos…” Bruce’s voice trailed off. Tony craned his neck to look at Bruce but his view was blocked by Steve’s shoulder.

“Stevie?” Tony whispered and Steve’s grip tightened.

“What the hell happened out there?” Wade asked and Tony rubbed Steve’s back. Whatever it was they could fix it, whatever had been said or done could be fixed. They just needed to get Peter, they’d be alright.

“When Thanos used the stones, it was so he could destroy them.” Tony didn’t understand, usually he knew what was going on, could analyse a situation perfectly, but he didn’t understand.

“What’s happening?” Tony whispered, more to himself than anyone else.

“We lost.” Natasha said, answering Tony’s question.

“I know we lost!” Tony snapped and Steve finally pulled back, his need to comfort his husband more dire than the grief.

“Tony…” Steve’s voice was hoarse but Tony just shook his head. He wasn’t listening to them, he didn’t want to listen to them.

“That’s what we do. We’re the a-vengers. We lose but then we fix it, that’s what we’re doing. We’re getting the stones and we’re bringing everyone back and-“ Steve placed both hands on Tony’s shoulders and looked him in the eyes. Steve’s were red and shining and Tony hated seeing Steve like that. Hair all ruffled and eyes swollen.

“Stevie?” Tony whispered and Steve’s eyes squeezed shut.

“There’s no stones Tony. There’s no way to bring them back. Everyone’s gone.” Steve’s voice shook with each word and Tony went to step back but Steve held tight.

“No, but Peter, we need the, I have to bring him back. You don’t get it, he begged me. begged Steve. He knew what was happening and I have to-how could you say that?” Tony began to cry and Steve nodded, pulling tony into his chest. Steve clung to the Captain America uniform his mind unravelling. I don’t want to go. the sobs racked out of him and his whole body began to tremble.

Steve clung to his husband as he sobbed, the others all looked away and shed their own tears. Steve had been a mess and probably wouldn’t have made it back onto the ship had Natasha not dragged his ass back onto it. the whole time he wondered what he’d say to Tony, but now the words were out there in the world and Steve was crumbling. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go.

“He’s our son.” Tony sobbed and Steve nodded.

“I know.” Steve whispered, where did they go from here?

Wade felt like he’d been submerged into a fish bowl. The whole world looked funny and no one was talking. Well, they were talking but he couldn’t hear them. Couldn’t make out the words. No one was looking at Wade, too focused on Tony and Steve who were visibly breaking before everyone. But Wade couldn’t comprehend it.

“Wade?” someone asked but he wasn’t sure who it was. The only thing that could brutally shatter Tony and Steve would have been losing Peter. For real. Which would have meant that they’d lost, but the Avengers didn’t lose. At least not the second time around.

“No.” Wade whispered and wrapped his arms around himself. There was no way that his dorky best friend and boyfriend was dead. No way that Peter was gone, not his Peter.

“Wade?” someone had wrapped an arm around him but he shrugged them off.

“No. no fucking way.” He stumbled backwards and then he was running, bolting for the compound. Once inside he raced upstairs and found his phone in the kitchen, he dialled Peter without a second thought.

Ring…ring…ring…ring…ring…ring…ring…ring..ring…ring…ring…ring…ring…ring

“Hey it’s Peter, you know what to do.” And then the god awful beep.

“Petey? It’s me, I just, there’s no way you died. That’s not possible, not when I’m still here. I think we can both agree that you’re the better one out of the two of us and it’s wrong that I’m here and you’re not. We were supposed to bring you back and something went wrong and I just, you need to call me back. You need to be here. Please Petey. I don’t know how to breathe without you here so you call me and I’ll come get you.” Wade hung up and began to tremble. He was gone, he wasn’t going to call Wade back because he was gone.

Wade curled in on himself, a cry falling out of him as he curled up in a ball on the floor, he was really gone.

Steve felt like an empty shell as he walked into the kitchen three days later. He poured himself a cup of coffee and Natasha watched him carefully.

“How are you doing?” her own voice was raw, Steve’s hand trembled slightly and he spilled coffee.

“Fuck.” He whispered underneath his breath and Natasha snorted.

“good to know.” Steve grabbed some paper towel and began to clean up the mess he’d made.

“I don’t know what to do with myself.”

“Grieve?” Steve hung his head and let out a slow deep exhale.

“I feel wrong for grieving Peter.” He admitted and Natasha straightened.

“Why? He was your son.”

“but that’s just it, I wasn’t around. I wasn’t a good dad to him, for years. He’d changed so much since I’d left the picture that it makes me wonder if Tony and I are grieving the same person. I mean, Peter died in Tony’s arms and I wasn’t there and I feel terrible for grieving and being so broken because Tony is so good to me and I just…” Steve trailed off and Nat sighed.

“You didn’t actively walk out on them Steve. That was Thanos’ doing and you know it.”

“But I still wasn’t there, I still missed out. I didn’t know Peter the way I should have. I wasn’t his dad in the end.” Steve drank from the coffee, his head was pounding with exhaustion. Natasha began to laugh. “What?” he snapped, not having the patience for her.

“I’m going to take this opportune moment to remind you that I was the one who brought Peter in. I was the one that found a baby on our doorstep and hand delivered your son to you and Tony. And I remember the agreement that we all made, that we’d all take care of him. Tony had first watch, then you and then Clint.” She was smiling but Steve still didn’t understand.

“I remember Nat, what’s your point?”

“When you gave Peter to Clint nothing happened, but when you left he started crying and screaming. I was on the phone with Clint for six hours trying to help him with Peter but it didn’t matter what we did. Not until Clint turned on the tv and an old recording of an interview with you came on.” Steve tilted his head, he’d never heard this story before.

“and then what?”

“He just stopped crying. And then the next day Clint brought the kid in, handballed him to you and Tony. Even as a baby, Peter knew who his parents were. He knew you were his father and he chose you just as much as you chose him. Don’t forget that. Maybe you weren’t there as much in the end as you would have liked, but you had no control over that. But he still wanted you, even in the end.” Steve shuddered, and then Peter said that pops should be here.

“Where do we go from here?” Steve asked and Natasha sighed.

“I’m not giving up on bringing them back, there’s no way that Thanos just destroyed the things that created the universe.” She shook her head and Steve rose a brow.

“They’re gone.”

“Just because he said that doesn’t mean it’s true. We didn’t get the chance to interrogate him further because Thor cut off his head, but I’m not giving up. I can’t.” Steve nodded, glad to know that someone was still fighting to bring everyone back.

“Then I’ll help you. I don’t want Tony to know though.”

“because keeping secrets from Tony has worked so well before.” Steve set his cup of coffee down.

“because I can’t give him false hope again. I can’t tell him that we’re bringing Peter back if we’re not. I won’t do that to him.” Nat nodded.

“if you say so. I strongly advise against it but you’re a grown man.” Steve nodded, he couldn’t break Tony’s heart again. Couldn’t tell Tony that he had failed again. He’d work with Natasha, bring Peter back, he didn’t care how long it took. He would do this, Thanos wouldn’t get away with this.

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1. There is a strange sense of comfortable between the two red heads, a sort of maybe we met in a past life or something type vibe. They just click. However despite that, they both can absolutely drive each other up the wall once in a while.

2. Somehow Natasha has the uncanny ability to get even with Reno when it comes to pranks when he has to go somewhere important, most often meetings with Heidegger, though she does try to remember to ask him if he’s got anywhere important to be, but sometimes it’s obvious why she’s asking so she just goes for it and then helps make sure he’s presentable for where he needs to be.

3. Other than Clint, Reno is the only other male that Liho doesn’t mind. He’s okay with Rude too, but out of the two of them he prefers Reno, mostly because he’s fun to tease as far as the feline is concerned.

4. Natasha knows if she’s ever in a jam she can call on Reno and he’ll be there to cover her back. The same goes for him with her.

5. Reno helped Natasha mostly get over her aversion to Wall Market by taking her there a few times for a night out, giving her no choice because she does need to let loose more often and to show her that just because she had one bad experience there doesn’t make the whole place bad.

6. Reno absolutely knows Natasha’s weakness for blue eyes combined with the puppy dog eye look and exploits it every chance he gets. He figured it out pretty quick one time when he was trying to talk her into helping with a prank and watched as she went from absolutely refusing to okay fine, I’ll do it.

7. They’ve both come to a place between them where they trust the other enough to be vulnerable around each other. This exists more so in the Truth or Dare AU, but also in the other verse as well but in a slightly different manner.

8. Both of them are ruthless and capable of very bad things, but at the same time both of them have more of a heart than they let on to most people outside the special few.

9. Reno went with Natasha to get her call sign tattoo, she let him pick the place to put it.

10. They routinely play pranks on the Science Department usually right after Natasha has come back from getting her mako treatment as a way for her to let off steam about it, especially if she gets stuck in the lab for the duration of those three days.

11. There has been instances, when Reno has absolutely marched into the Science Department and taken Natasha either to his apartment to wait out the three days she’s down and out or to her own. This especially tends to happen when Clint and Steve are off on assignments meaning he’s the only one around to check on her.

12. Only Clint, Reno and Steve had keys to her apartment until Steve gave his to Sephiroth.

13. Reno is the only one who can get away with getting into her emergency vodka without repercussions.

14. Reno is about two seconds quicker than Natasha is despite the mako (and the G Type Cells).

15. Reno has seen Natasha dance, after getting nosy/curious as to why sometimes she hung around HQ super late, because she uses one of the training rooms to dance in.

16. He also knows, due to dragging her to do karaoke a few times that she has a decent singing voice. Nothing spectacular, but it’s nice all the same.

17. There’s a rumor that they both got banned from the theater where Loveless plays. Neither of them will confirm or deny this.

18. Reno is the only person Natasha has ever gotten drunk with.

19. Natasha will allow Reno to do her make up and hair for when they go paint the town red.

20. Natasha is usually Reno’s supplier of Barton cookies, because Clint doesn’t ever give him what he feels is enough and so Natasha will take pity on him and bring him more.

21. She is still, to this day, months later finding traces of flour in her office. Likewise, there’s still traces of glitter in his.

22. Even though they play around, goof off and whatnot, they are absolute professionals when it counts. In fact the way they both can just flip the switch from one to the other unnerves a lot of others, even Tseng gets a little alarmed by it.

23. They absolutely cover for one another in situations that calls for it, be it running late to work or whatever the situation may be.

24. They have this deal they refer to as the Red Head Code of Honor, which constantly changes and usually made up on the spot to fit their needs at the time.

25. It’s not uncommon to find them napping together on Reno’s couch in his office. Everyone has learned that if Reno’s door is shut, and Natasha isn’t in her office, but her suit coat is, not to go knocking on Reno’s office door otherwise they’re going to have to deal with two very annoyed and sleep deprived red heads.

26. Rookies are no longer allowed to ask either of them if they’re natural redheads, nor is anyone allowed to tell rookies to ask them. If either case happens, punishment is Palmer detail.

27. Speaking of Palmer, they tampered with his recording in the Shinra museum one time after he according to him accidentally touched Natasha’s ass. They changed his speech to promote butter and how he likes to lather himself in the stuff. To this day no one knows they did it, Tseng suspects, but honestly doesn’t care.

28. If one is out shopping and sees something they know the other would like, they absolutely buy it for them.

29. It is generally discouraged not to train with both of them together, unless you’re really honestly that much of a masochist, they will eat you alive, even SOLDIERs tend to avoid doing so. The only ones who do train with them are Clint and Rude.

30. When it comes to betting wagers, Reno and Natasha absolutely bet on one another even if it’s a deal that pits them against each other. However, Reno absolutely, thoroughly enjoys watching Natasha hand any of the idiots who think they can take her in sparring their asses. Likewise Natasha enjoys watching Reno prove just how brutal he can be.

Bonus: Because they both have THAT temper, they know how to calm each other down when they’re riled up. But at the same time, when that anger is absolutely justified and worth exacting, they help each other take care of the cause of it.

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Lost and Found

Part Six

The next morning, Aiden woke up to an unfamiliar room. Instantly, her senses were on high alert as she looked around, then relaxed as she remembered where she was. She walked into the bathroom and found a new toothbrush waiting for her on the counter, along with toothpaste, a hairbrush, and some lotion. Aiden smiled, then noticed a little note left next to the items.

Ask F.R.I.D.A.Y. to take you to the 2nd floor for breakfast. We should all be down there until around 10:30, but if you wake up late that’s fine. You had a long night and need rest.

Love,

The Avengers

Aiden grinned at the note, then got ready with all the products they had left out. Checking the time, she saw that it was 9:30, meaning that everyone was still down there. Walking out of her room, Aiden asked F.R.I.D.A.Y. to take her to the 2nd floor, just like the note said. F.R.I.D.A.Y. gave her directions to the nearest elevator, then took her to the designated floor.

Stepping out into the living room, she was met with a… messy sight.

Someone had cooked pancakes (Aiden guessed Tony if the Iron Man shape was any clue), and while decorating them, things seemed to get out of hand. There was whipped cream in Sam and Bucky’s hair, maple syrup on Steve and Peter’s shirts, smoothie splatters all over Clint and Tony, and fresh fruit strewn across the room. The only ones who were relatively clean were Natasha, Wanda, and Vision, who were simply watching the situation with an amused look on their faces.

Steve was standing up from his spot on the ground when Sam thought it would be a good idea to throw a glob of whipped cream at him; he ducked, and it hit Aiden square in the face.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and watched as Aiden slowly wiped the whipped cream off. She looked down at the white substance in her hand, then up at Sam’s terrified gaze. Without a second thought, she charged.

One intense chasing around the building later, Aiden and everyone else had settled down enough to eat breakfast. Halfway through the meal, Aiden raised her head and asked, “So, what are we doing today? I know Petey over here can’t really do anything,” she stopped and nudged Peter, “but I really want to have a good training session today.”

Tony opened his mouth as if to say something, but Nat beat him to it. “I actually want to see you in action, and I’m sure all of these guys do too.” There was a chorus of murmurs and agreements. “Tell you what, train with me, at 2. The rest of them can watch. Then we can judge how advanced you truly are and maybe even what you can do for us.” With that, Nat put her finished plate of breakfast in the sink and walked away, leaving Aiden staring at her, eyes wide.

Finally, she sputtered out, “Wha- What does she mean do something for you guys? Someone! Give me answers!” She looked around the table as everyone just laughed and shook their heads.

“For such a smart girl, you really are an idiot,” Sam snickered, promptly causing Aiden to punch him.

The rest of the day until two in the afternoon went by too slowly for Aiden’s liking, so she decided to explore the tower, wandering around every floor. She quickly learned that every Avenger had an entire floor to themselves, even Peter. She had been staying on Wanda’s floor. The tower was separated into sections: Tony’s lab, Bruce’s lab, the medbay, the workshop, and all the “business” floors were at the bottom. Then came the common floor, where they had group movie nights and where the common kitchen was. After that started the floors housing the Avengers. Every floor had a huge master bedroom, an attached master bath (also huge), a smaller guest room, a kitchen, and a living room. Above all of the residential floors were the training floors, filled with gym equipment from treadmills to boxing cages.

Much to Aiden’s delight, she discovered a pool and jacuzzi on the roof, and that’s where she decided to spend the rest of the day. It had been a while since Aiden had spent a day at the pool, so with the accompaniment of a bunch of stolen snacks from the kitchen, she relaxed in the pool, letting the cool water soothe her body.

No one bothered her, making it the perfect time for her to think about everything that had happened in the last 12 hours. She had discovered Peter Parker, the shy boy next door, was Spider-Man, saved his life by stitching him up, met the Avengers, eaten breakfast with them, and is now going to train with them?! Her life had literally turned upside down overnight, and Aiden was happy for it to stay like that.

At around one, Aiden decided to get out of the pool and get ready for training. She quickly dried herself off and made her way to her room, showering and putting on a sports bra and some athletic shorts. She walked over to Wanda’s room next door and knocked, waiting until it swung open to reveal a pleasantly surprised face. Two, actually. Nat was lounging on the bed and looked up as Aiden walked in.

“I really need to talk to you guys,” Aiden started, and it was obvious that she was flustered. Wanda frowned and pulled her onto the bed. Taking a deep breath, she started, “I- I think I like someone. No, I know that I like someone.”

Wanda and Nat both exchanged a knowing look, then, at the same time, stated, “Peter.”

Aiden hung her head and nodded. Then, she looked up. Confused, she asked, “How did you guys know? I thought I hid it well?”

Nat and Wanda both laughed. “Girl, it’s obvious! He likes you too, and he’s probably talking to the guys about it right now. He trusted you with his life, Aiden. You mean a lot to him, and it’s obviously reciprocated. Just, give yourselves some time to figure everything out, okay? We don’t want to see either of you getting hurt because of some stupid miscommunication. Just be careful,” Nat told Aiden, reaching out and placing a hand on her shoulder to comfort the girl.

Aiden smiled. “Thanks, guys. We should probably get going to train now, huh?” Wanda and Nat smiled and nodded.

Making their way up to the main training floor, Aiden felt the nerves start to settle in. She felt her palms getting clammy and she started fidgeting with her hands. When Nat noticed and asked if she was okay, Aiden lied and said she was fine.

A few minutes and one hidden nervous breakdown later, they made it to the ring where they would be fighting each other. Aiden and Nat both started stretching before anyone else made it up to the room. Nat headed over to the punching bag and started warming up, while Aiden stood at the bar, deepening her stretching while watching Natasha’s fighting style.

Nat swung hard and fast, but her stances weren’t defensive. Aiden, on the other hand, was much more graceful, using her past experience as a ballerina and a gymnast to her full capacity.

Finally, everyone filed in and Nat and Aiden headed over to the ring, climbing in.

Suddenly, Aiden’s nerves disappeared and she calmed down, settling in her element. Peter noticed the shift and called out, “You’re going to do great Aiden!”

Looking over, she took her gaze off of Natasha, sliding it over to Peter. Nat took advantage of her distraction and threw a punch, saying, “Rule number one: Never take your eyes off your oppo-”

She was cut off by Aiden turning her gaze back to Nat and grabbing her fist. Aiden twisted it and flung Natasha to the ground, successfully pinning her arm down. Nat used her other hand to punch Aiden’s stomach, but Aiden rolled out of the way. Unfortunately, she let go of Natasha’s arm, and they both sprung back up, circling each other.

Again, Nat rushed towards her, attempting to push out the legs from under Aiden. Aiden backflipped, straightening her legs to kick Nat in the face, causing her to stumble back. Aiden landed in a crouch and immediately rushed forward, jumping on top of Nat’s shoulder and bringing her arms down on her head. Nat fell back onto the rings of the fighting cage, causing Aiden to tumble off of her. Natasha smirked and walked over, pinning her down.

Nat opened her mouth to say something, but Aiden grabbed her arm and flipped her over, throwing Nat onto her back.

Both of them simply lay there, breathing heavily, until they remembered that they had an audience. They sat up and looked out to the rest of the crowd; they were all staring at them with shocked faces.

Then, Tony stepped forward, slow clapping. “Holy- Steve, cover the kid’s ears- shit. That was incredible.” He turns to Aiden. “Kid, you got tons of potential. I mean, you managed to take out a trained assassin, and you’re what? 15? 16? That’s absolutely insane.” He pauses. “Tell you what, I want you to train with us. Who knows? Maybe one day you’ll come on missions with us. But I see the spark that’s in you; it’s the same that I see when I look at Peter. I’m not letting you screw this up for yourself.” He points to Natasha, Bucky, and Steve. “I want you three to train her, okay?” Then he points to Aiden. “Every day after school, I want you to come here with Peter. You can do homework and whatever shit here, I don’t care. But now? You’re part of the family Aiden. Enjoy it.” He finishes with a smirk, arms wide. Everyone stares at him in shock, including Aiden. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

Tony walks towards the door, then turns around as he grips the handle. “Oh, and by the way, we’re hosting a karaoke party tonight. Be ready by 8:30, there’s going to be a ton of celebrities there!” And with that, he’s gone.

Still in shock, Aiden turns to Natasha. “What in the fucking world just happened?!” Even Steve was too stunned to tell her to watch her language.

Nat just shrugs with a little smile on her face. She places a hand on Aiden’s shoulder. “That’s Tony for you, unpredictable as hell,” she smirks, then walks out of the room. Slowly, everyone trickles out until only Peter and Aiden are left in the room.

Aiden jumps down from the training cage and makes her way to Peter. He just grins like a madman and holds his arms out for her.

Still not thinking straight, Aiden walked into them and gripped him tightly, feeling him tense up at the movement. Her heart started beating fast and she placed her head in the crook of his neck. They stayed like that for a while, until they heard the click of a camera. Startled, they jump apart and turn around to find Thor, Scott, Sam, Wanda, and Natasha. Thor and Scott both have their phones out, pointing them in the kids’ direction.

Scott gives them a little thumbs up and grins, calling out, “You’re doing great sweetie!”, causing both Peter and Aiden to double over in laughter. Natasha turns and gestures for everyone to leave. Right before she steps out and closes the door, she turns around and glares at Peter, giving him an If you hurt her I will murder you death stare while Aiden isn’t looking. Peter gulps and turns to Aiden.

“So, do you want to hang out until we have to get ready?” He asks.

Aiden nods, saying, “Sure, since we have to be ready by 8:30, I’ll probably have to start getting ready at around 5. Nat, Wanda, Pepper, and I are getting ready together so it’ll probably take a little longer.” Peter just nodded, pretending to know what she was talking about.

For the next few hours, they hung out and talked, feeling like two normal teenagers for once. Then, 5 rolled around, and Aiden left to go get ready.

A few hours later, everyone was ready. Aiden was dressed in a gorgeous red skater dress, with a bit of a plunging v neckline and a slit on one leg. She wore sneakers underneath, already too dressed up for her liking. Wanda had gone all out with Aiden’s makeup, making her look like a goddess. Pepper gave her a clutch that was small enough to put her phone in, but not much else. Natasha wore a small black dress that accentuated her curves, with Wanda wearing a small silver silk dress. Pepper wore a blue-grey strapless dress with a fitted waist and a flowy bottom. With that, they were all ready to go.

The party was in full swing by the time they got downstairs, and the boys were all sitting at the bar, drinking. Peter, of course, was drinking orange juice. Aiden smiled a little at the sight.

Tony was the first to notice them, letting out a whistle when he saw Pepper, practically drooling. The rest looked up, and Aiden saw Peter visibly suck in a breath when he saw her. She grinned at him, and he grinned back. The group of girls stuck together until they got to the bar, where Wanda left to go find Vision and Pepper wandered off to the dance floor with Tony.

Aiden walked over to Peter and sat next to him, asking for water from the bartender.

Peter looked flustered while he looked Aiden up and down and finally managed to stammer out, “You- uh, you look really nice! Really pretty, I mean.” Aiden smiled and pulled him into a hug, kissing him on the cheek.

“You look really pretty too, Peter,” she said, earning a laugh from Sam who had been eavesdropping. Aiden turned to him and flipped him off, before settling her gaze on Peter again. They talked for a while until Tony and Pepper came back with Wanda and Vision, insisting that it was time for them to eat and pulling them to a row of booths in the back of the room.

As they approached their reserved booth, Aiden caught the sight of someone in the one directly behind theirs. She froze, but when Peter noticed and asked if she was okay, she nodded and continued walking forward numbly.

Don’t notice him, Tony, don’t notice him, Tony, don’t notice him, Tony, she prayed. Of course, she never gets what she wants.

Tony spots the one person that Aiden prayed he never would have invited.

“Tom!” Tony calls out.

a/n - so I got a bit caught up in writing this chapter and it turned out to be super long but I just didn’t know when to cut it off, you know? Sorry for the cliffhanger but I had to, I think we all hate Tom for what he did oops. (Also, his face claim is Tony Revolori sorry not sorry).

#peter parker #peter parker x oc #peter parker angst #peter parker fluff #peter parker fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #marvel #fight #fight scene #avengers #spiderman #spider-man #iron man #black widow #natasha romanov #lost and found #roo’s fics

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imamotherfuckingstar-lord · 5 years

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What We Did, pt. 16

Summary: After finding out you were pregnant, Bucky agrees to help you leave the hero life. The two of you go to Seattle, and hamper down for six months until you start dreaming of a certain someone. Convinced the dreams are a sign, you and Bucky go back to New York. Will everyone be happy to see the pair of you? What questions will they have? And will the lie Bucky and you made up finally resurface?

A/N: This chapter is dedicated to my main bitch @childishhoebinoo again.

Warnings: //cheating//pregnancy//ADULT STUFF//

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Chapter Sixteen: Quartz

It was almost noon as you walked among the row of booths at the weekly farmers market, waiting for Bucky’s lunch at 12:30. You were going to surprise him for lunch, so you bought some fruit and a few random items, including a cute crochet beanie for the baby, as you waited for the time to arrive. The weather was a bit chilling, but it was nice to be out of the house. Two weeks had passed by since Laura came to the house and you were more than shaken – yeah, you played it off for Bucky’s sake, but it took it’s tow on your emotions and you knew it wasn’t good for the baby. So, you tried to keep busy with finishing up the nursery and just staying around the home, getting things ready while Bucky worked and came home with dinner most nights. It was nice, the domestic life and the two of you just wanted to get to the finish line.

Strolling on, you noticed a booth with an older woman; she was selling crystal quartz necklaces and your inquisitiveness got the best of you. Walking over to the table, you smiled at the woman and looked through the bunch, noticing two small vintage key necklaces. Each had a crystal quartz about the same length of the key, attached with gold wiring to keep them together.

“Those are for serenity, to keep things calm in your life,” the woman explained. “A little bit of luck too.”

You nodded, admiring them both. Picking one up, you touched the key and thought you could use a bit of calmness in your life. Asking how much for the two, she said forty and you thought it was a good price for some luck. Buying one for Bucky and yourself, you paid and watched as she wrapped one of them, the other you placed around your neck. Thanking her, you tucked the other away to give to Bucky just as your cell rang.

Taking it out, you saw that it was Tony.

“Hey, Grandpa.”

“Very funny,” he muttered, asking how you were. “I called the other night, you didn’t return my call.”

“Sorry about that,” you apologized, stepping away from the booth. “I’ve been keeping busy and meant to return you call.”

“Well, just so you know, I tried to dig some information on how Laura knew where you lived and nothing. How are you so sure Clint didn’t tell her?”

“Because he’s not that stupid.”

Tony laughed. “Well, he did knock up a woman who wasn’t his wife.”

“Touché,” you remarked, again pressing that it wasn’t Clint. “I know him, he would have warned me.”

A long pause came from Tony’s end until he asked how the house was coming along. “It’s good. We’re good. Thank you, Tony.”

“No thanks necessary. Is Barnes with you?”

Checking your watch, you saw that it was nearly time to go see Bucky. “No, but I’m on my way to see him for his lunch. Need me to pass along a message?”

“You guys are really cosplaying this whole civilian thing, huh?”

Rolling your eyes, you said yes, explaining that it was for real. “Plus, we can’t live off Grandpa Tony for the rest of our lives, we don’t want the kid to develop a complex.”

“Or a drinking problem.”

“That too.”

The two of you laughed and Tony just asked for you to give Bucky a heads up, Steve was planning on calling him to discuss a come back to the team. “Just in case we really need him. Personally, I think we’re better without him, but whatever.”

“And what about me? I’m no longer desired?”

Sensing your teasing, Tony chuckled. “At the risk of sounding like a misogynist, I have to say I’m sure motherhood is your new calling.”

Unoffended, you agreed. “Steve should know better, Bucky will set him straight. Anyway, I better get going. I’ll remember to return your calls for now on and thank you for looking into the whole Laura thing. We’re…we’re trying to just think only about getting the kid here, everything else can wait.”

“I get it, Pepper and I are 100% with you guys. Just a call away,” he assured you, making you feel lucky to have the pair. “And just so you know, I pushed to have you back instead of Barnes.”

Sighing contently, you smiled as you walked away from the farmers market. You would always miss the fighting days and having the team around always, but life in Seattle? That was the endgame.

“Thank you, Tony.”

….

Bucky was behind the counter, hair tucked behind his ears and green smock covering his front – he looked cute and you were completely smitten when he looked up when the door chimed as you walked in. His whole face lit up as he finished ringing up a customer, handing over their bag and motioning for you to come over. Doing your little pregnancy waddle, you asked if he was ready for lunch.

“Right on time,” he smirked, asking you to wait for as he gathered his things from the back and punched out. It took him only two minutes to rush back to you, greeting you with a warm hug and soft kiss. He held your hand and led you outside, only letting go to zip up his jacket.

“The market any good?”

Holding up the bag of goods, you grinned. “Got a few things and this cute beanie for the kid. What do you want for lunch?”

Bucky took the bag and reached down for your hand, the two of you settling for a sandwich from the deli down the corner. You listened to him rattle on about work and you couldn’t help but feel content; he was living a normal life like he always wanted and there was nothing more that you wanted, beside the kid, then to have Bucky happy.

“Oh, I talked to Tony today.”

“Did he figure out the whole Laura thing?”

You shook your head and watched as Bucky opened the door to the deli for you. The two of you walked in and stepped in line behind the customer at the counter. Bucky pulled you into his side, his arm hanging over your shoulder, and kissed you on the forehead.

“Don’t worry about it, babe.”

“I’m fine. Anyway, he told me that your boy’s going to call to try to recruit you back to the team.”

Bucky’s body stilled, and he leaned his head back to look at you. “I’m going to kill the punk.”

You cleared your throat and gave a slight shrug. “I mean, do you want to go back…”

“Baby,” he exhaled, shaking his head. “That’s the last thing I want. What about you?”

“Nope,” you declared, eyes widening when you remember the necklace. “I got you something!”

He watched with amusement as you pulled out the little bag, handing it over shyly. “I know it might be weird and maybe it’s weird…I mean…not everyone believes in..” you voice trailed off as he pulled out the necklace, holding it up to the light.

The quartz shined in the light and the key looked lovely next to it, Bucky’s eyes softened, and he gave you a goofy smile. “I love it.”

Relieved, you went on to explained it was meant to bring peace to your life. “And luck,” you added, watching as he brought the necklace down around his neck, tucking it under his shirt for safe keeping.

Bucky grinned from ear to ear, leaning forward to kiss you on the lips. “I think we could use a little of both.”

“That’s what I said,” you exclaimed, giggling as he playfully ran his hand up and down your swollen belly. His hand was gentle, and you watched as his face light up, just as it did back at the hardware store. It brought warmth to your heart, to your soul and you knew, even though things had sprouted from a drunken mistake, it didn’t mean things couldn’t end up good.

Yes, you were aware that more hurt was coming, it was inevitable, but the end of the line was going to be worth it – you were going to make it worth it.

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scriptatur · 5 years

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Scriptatur’s TSB Masterpost

Okay, so... I did the thing. It worked way better than I expected, so thanks to everyone who read my story and cheered on me!

This is my bingo card. I did all 25 fills in one story, which means that I’m gonna link the chapters underneath the cut and the whole story here :)

Also the whole story is very much #everyone is poly because avengers. It’s a wild mix of pepperony, stony, winteriron, stucky, eventual stuckony and some iron husbands in between. It’s also very fluffy and nothing hurts (mostly). Basically, it’s what I needed after watching Endgame.

Oh also I don’t think I got my bingo badge yet? Or the blackout one ^^

Summary:

"Waking was- surprising. He woke up slowly, like drifting through mist or sirup or- something. He was kind of confused, if he is being perfectly honest. Confused about his own metaphor, a bit, but mainly confused by the fact that he was, well, waking up. That was not something he’d expected to do, after all."

When Tony Stark wakes up after the final battle against Thanos, he decides that there will be nothing more that stands between himself and happiness. He goes home with Pepper and Morgan and it doesn't take long for Steve and Bucky (and other (ex-)avengers) to follow. Basically, this is the fix-it that I needed. It's very self indulgent and mostly fluff.

Title: Chapter 1 Square: R1 Reunion Warning: none Pairing: Tony and Rhodey, Tony and Morgan Summary: Tony wakes up after the last battle against Thanos. It’s not what he expected. Link: AO3

Title: Chapter 2 Square: K3 It wasn’t worth it Warning: none Pairing: pre-Stony Summary: Steve apologizes. It all works out pretty well. Link: AO3

Title: Chapter 3 Square: K4 Laughter Warning: none Pairing: Pepperony, Tony and Morgan Summary: Pepper is here. And Morgan demands attention. Link: AO3

Title: Chapter 4 Square: R4 Tony/ Rhodey/ Pepper Warning: none Pairing: Tony/ Rhodey/ Pepper Summary: Tony is finally allowed to go home. Pepper and Rhodey are with him. Here will be kissing. Link: AO3

Chapter 5 is not a bingo chapter. Steve comes to say goodbye before bringing the stones back. He stays for dinner.

Title: Chapter 6 Square: T5 Dancing Warning: none Pairing: Stony Summary: Steve comes to visit Tony. There’s more kissing. Polyamory negotiations are important. Link: AO3

Title: Chapter 7 Square: R5 Music Warning: none Pairing: Stony Summary: Steve insists on taking Tony on a date. Tony wishes the evening would never end. Link: AO3

Title: Chapter 8 Square: S1 Dark Warning: none (well, slight angst, but only a tiny little bit.) Pairing: Stony, Pepperony Summary: Steve has to leave. Tony is sad. Pepper comes back and makes it better. Link: AO3

Title: Chapter 9 Square: T2 AU: Reincarnation Warning: none Pairing: Stony, Pepperony, Pepper/Natasha Summary: Steve comes back. With Natasha. Sam and Bucky are on babysitting duty. Link: AO3

Title: Chapter 10 Square: T3 Hot water Warning: none Pairing: Stony Summary: Tony helps Steve with his injuries. It’s all very fluffy. Link: AO3

Title: Chapter 11 Square: A1 Apology Warning: none Pairing: Tony and Bucky Summary: Sam, Bucky and Morgan are baking cupcakes. Bucky apologizes and there’s hugging. Link: AO3

Chapter 12 is not a bingo chapter. It’s mostly fluff and Steve being insecure.

Chapter 13 is not a bingo chapter. Tony is surrounded by a bunch of idiots (but he loves them very much). Also, there’s a phone call.

Chapter 14 is not a bingo chapter. Clint comes to see Natasha. Steve is very much in love with Tony.

Title: Chapter 15 Square: S4 New team Warning: none Pairing: Stony, Pepperony, Pepper/Natasha, (not really) unrequited Stucky Summary: There’s a new normal. Tony and Steve talk about Bucky. Link: AO3

Title: Chapter 16 Square: T1 Bucky Barnes/ Winter Soldier Warning: none Pairing: Tony and Bucky, pre-Winteriron Summary: Tony starts paying more attention to Bucky. They talk. Link: AO3

Title: Chapter 17 Square: T4 Picture of Tony standing in front of the cave Warning: none Pairing: Tony and Bucky, pre-Winteriron Summary: Tony takes a look at Bucky’s arm. They talk about Siberia und Afghanistan. Link: AO3

Chapter 18 is not a bingo chapter. Tony takes Bucky to bed and there’s cuddling.

Title: Chapter 19 Square: A5 Wolf Warning: none Pairing: Tony and Bucky, pre-Winteriron Summary: Tony helps Bucky realizing that he can to whatever he wants. No more fighting. Link: AO3

Chapter 20 is not a bingo chapter. Tony, Steve and Bucky have the relationship talk. It doesn’t go as expected.

Title: Chapter 21 Square: K1 Asexuality Warning: none Pairing: Stuckony Summary: So, Bucky might be ace. There’s cuddling. Link: AO3

Chapter 22 is not a bingo chapter. It’s mostly fluff and cuddling (with Morgan this time).

Title: Chapter 23 Square: A2 Phobia Warning: none Pairing: Stuckony, Tony and Morgan Summary: Tony, Bucky, Steve and Morgan enjoy a day at the lake. Tony still doesn’t like swimming. It’s fine, Steve loves it. Link: AO3

Title: Chapter 24 Square: R2 Sharing clothes Warning: none Pairing: Stuckony Summary: They’re all wet after their day at the lake. Steve loves seeing his boyfriends in his clothes. Link: AO3

Title: Chapter 25 Square: S3 Accidental villainy Warning: none Pairing: Stuckony, Clint and Bucky Summary: Tony asks Clint to talk to Bucky. It helps. Link: AO3

Chapter 26 is not a bingo chapter. Tony realizes that he misses Peter. He calls Happy. Morgan is the best moral support one could ask for.

Title: Chapter 27 Square: S5 Iron Dad Warning: none Pairing: Tony and Peter Summary: Tony calls Peter. Link: AO3

Chapter 28 is not a bingo chapter. Peter comes to visit. There will be cookies and cuddles.

Title: Chapter 28 Square: A3 Free Warning: none Pairing: Tony and Peter Summary: Peter comes out as trans. He’s very nervous and Tony is definitely in dad mode. Link: AO3

Chapter 30 is not a bingo chapter. Tony and Peter talk about being Spiderman while being trans. They think about ways to improve the suit.

Title: Chapter 31 Square: R3 Picture on Tony in his workshop Warning: none Pairing: Tony and Peter Summary: They work on Peter’s new suit. Then there are more guests. Link: AO3

Title: Chapter 32 Square: S2 AU: Cyberpunk Warning: none Pairing: Tony and Nebula, Peter and Nebula, Iron Husbands, Tony/ Rhodey/ Pepper Summary: Peter tries to explain to Nebula what a cyborg is. Tony’s mostly just happy to see her and Rhodey. Link: AO3

Title: Chapter 33 Square: K3 Friday Warning: none Pairing: Tony and Nebula, Tony and Friday Summary: Tony and Nebula talk. Nebula has a new dad now. Link: AO3

Title: Chapter 34 Square: K5 Zombie Warning: none Pairing: Nebula and Peter and Morgan, Tony/ everyone Summary: The kids play games. The adults cuddle. Link: AO3

Title: Chapter 35 Square: A4 Cinderella Story Warning: none Pairing: Tony/ everyone Summary: They watch Cinderella. Peter has some interesting thoughts about the movies. It’s all very fluffy and sweet. Link: AO3

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lixxiecorn · 5 years

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Totally Normal - Tony

So I just started a series called More Than Survive, which includes my Peter Parker Field Trip fic, Living With Superheroes? Not Cool, and the newest addition to the series is called Totally Normal. Totally Normal is basically Peter realizing that the Avengers seem to think they always have to be super so he makes it his goal to make them super normal for a change. Each chapter works on its own as a oneshot so I’m gonna post them on here as well as on ao3.

I will say that I’ve never been to a comic-con so bear with me...

Read the entire thing on ao3

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“Please dad?” Peter pleaded, quickly moving out of the way of a table as he followed Tony around the lab.

While it wasn’t unusual for Peter to be following Tony around, this time he had a mission. This weekend was the New York Comic-Con and Peter, being the gigantic nerd he was, was determined to go. Nothing was going to stop him. Well, other than the fact that anyone under the age of 18 must have an adult accompanying them and Peter wasn’t 18. Which led to their currently predicament.

“I don’t have time to go to a- a- whatever it is.” Tony trailed off, looking intently some data on a Starkpad.

“Comic-Con.” Peter supplied.

“Yeah, a Comic-Con. Tons of deadlines coming up and stuff.” Tony said, dismissively.

“And when have deadlines ever stopped you before?” Peter asked, crossing his arms indignantly.

Tony paused and looked back at the teenager, obviously realizing he had a point. He shrugged and looked back at the data, changing some variables.

Peter walked around Tony to stand in front of him. “Please dad, there’s going to be a giant Star Wars exhibit and it’s only going to be here once. Like, I’ll never have the change to see it again and you know how much I love Star Wars and- “

Tony put a hand up to stop his rambling. “Peter, no.” Tony said firmly.

Peter pouted for a second. He had one card left, and he didn’t really want to use it, but he really wanted to go to Comic-Con.

“Aunt May said she’d take me one year.” Peter mumbled quietly, putting an exaggerated amount of sadness into the sentence.

Tony stopped what he was doing and looked up at Peter who was giving him puppy dog eyes. He seemed torn, then sighed exasperatedly and rubbed his hand over his face.

“Fine.” Tony agreed finally. Peter whooped and jumped, pumping his fist into the air. He engulfed his dad in a hug then ran off.

“But I’m not dressing up!” Tony called after the retreating teenager. Peter sent him a thumbs up then disappeared out the door.

“God, this kid is going to be the death of me.” Tony sighed, going back to his work.

…

“Boss would like me to inform you that he is leaving in 5 minutes, with or without you, Peter.” FRIDAY announced.

Peter looked up from putting on his costume grinning. “I thought he didn’t want to go?” He asked sarcastically.

FRIDAY responded after a moment. “Boss says very funny, now get your spider ass down here before I regret agreeing to this.”

Peter laughed as he finished putting on his boots. He had really wanted to go as Han Solo, but Ned had said that he looked like Luke Skywalker. So, Peter had managed to put together a pretty realistic Luke Skywalker outfit with one of Bucky’s white Wakandan shirts from his time in Wakanda rehabilitating, a pair of tan kakis that he’d already owned, and a pair of tan boots he’d gotten from a thrift store. On a belt he borrowed from Clint was a small water bottle and a real working lightsaber that Peter had made himself.

In retrospect, Peter was glad of Ned’s input because if he had dressed up as Han, he wouldn’t have gotten the best part of his costume. Behind him, following him wherever he went, was a real, working, R2D2. He had been building it with Ned, along with help from Tony, and it was finally finished, just in time to take it to Comic-Con.

Checking his outfit to make sure he didn’t forget anything; Peter ran out the door, hopping in the elevator to grab the rest of his things.

…

Peter got out of the elevator and ran into the common room, going straight to the couch where Tony was sitting.

Tony had been telling the truth when he said he wasn’t dressing up. He was dressed in quintessential Tony Stark style, tinted sunglasses and a suit.

Peter stopped in front of his father, R2 following behind at a slightly slower pace. Tony’s eyes widened as he looked up from his phone, taking in Peter’s outfit.

“Are you Luke Skywalker?” Tony asked, then noticed the robot. “And is that an R2D2?”

“Yes, and yes.” Peter said, grinning.

Tony looked confused. “I thought you were just going to be Spiderman?”

“Why would I be Spiderman? I’m Spiderman every day!” Peter exclaimed, incredulous.

Tony rubbed his hand over his face and sighed. He got up and walked carefully around Peter and R2D2. “Come on, lets get this over with.”

Peter grinned and ran off after him, R2D2 following behind.

…

“What have I gotten myself into?” Tony asked to no one in particular.

They were standing inside the main atrium of Javits Center. All around them people in cosplay chatted and conversed. Banners and advertisements were everywhere, colorfully announcing different events and activities that were to take place throughout the day. It was a place where even Tony Stark didn’t stand out, because in the short amount of time they had been standing there Peter had counted 10 other people dressed exactly like the billionaire.

“Look dad, there’s a Tony Stark costume contest at 3! You should enter!” Peter exclaimed, pointing at a sign nearby.

Tony looked at him incredulously. “Me, enter a lookalike contest, of myself?”

R2D2 gave a confirming whirr as Peter nodded excitedly. Tony looked torn, then nodded. “Sure, why not. Might as well do something entertaining.”

Peter grinned then saw a sign for the Star Wars exhibit. He grabbed Tony’s arm and pulled him through the crowd, R2D2 following helpfully behind.

…

Peter decided that even though the Star Wars exhibit had been amazing, nothing could be better than the scene playing out in front of him.

After getting pulled though a replica of the Millennian Falcon and past a 3D diagram of the Death Star, Tony had signed up for the Tony Stark costume contest, to Peter’s delight. Which is how Peter found himself in the audience as Tony and 19 other Tony’s stood on stage getting judged. Each Tony had a number, his dad being number 7.

“Alright, we have decided the winners.” The judge announced. The audience quieted down as all the contestants looked to the judge.

“In third place we have number 16.” The judge said. The audience clapped as a man, younger looking than Tony and without his trademark tinted glasses, stepped forward and received his trophy.

“Then in second place we have number 7, and in first number 12.” The judge finished.

“Wait what? But I’m actually Tony Stark!” Tony exclaimed as contestant 12 stepped forward to receive first place.

“Of course you are sir.” The judge said dismissively as he handed Tony the second-place trophy. Tony stood stunned, holding the trophy and Peter died laughing in the audience. He snapped a picture of the momentous occasion.

As the contest disbanded Tony, still holding the trophy, caught up with Peter who was still giggling.

“I guess you just don’t look enough like Tony Stark.” Peter teased, trying and failing to catch his breath before laughing more.

Tony rolled his eyes but grinned slightly. “Come on, let’s go before I’ve had enough of this place.”

…

After they left, Peter was sure to tell everyone about the contest to Tony’s dismay. But Peter doesn’t fail to notice the trophy proudly displayed on a shelf in the lab next to a picture of the two of them in front of the death star model.

#irondad #spiderson #more than survive #living with superheroes? not cool #totally normal #ironman #spiderman #comic-con #tony goes to comic-con #peter loves starwars #peter parker #tony stark #groot-is-god #domestic avengers #avengers family #avengers

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Heh- me and my brother were going to do a video about this and explain that both Tony and Cap are in the wrong during Civil War- it was just who was more so we were going to argue.Then we both got drunk and he forgot the camera so yeah. Nope.

Wanda and Tony do get a long of shit yes they don’t deserve, but Wanda is not that young. I am 23 years old, and from what I understand she is older than me. Steve was 19-20 when he enlisted, much younger then Wanda yet he is treated as having been more responsible then she is. The thing is with her owning up to her mistakes though is that she has only owned up twice and only once was told: Yes, you made a mistake- here’s how you can fix it. When you do not hold people responsible for their mistakes then that is a problem. Here is the literal statement from Steve:

Wanda Maximoff: It's my fault.

Steve Rogers: That's not true.

Wanda Maximoff: Turn the TV back on. They're being very specific.

Steve Rogers: I should've clocked that bomb vest long before you had to deal with it.

VERY TRUE. Steve and Wanda are both at fault- Wanda for her actions. yes, accident- but going back to the other argument I have: If a police officer shoots someone while aiming to disarm but kills them instead, still their fault. Here is the same thing. You are right that Steve as well is to blame as he does have combat experience and should have known not to follow the guy through a civilian space and tried to move it to an unoccupied space.

But Wanda also had options- she could have moved him over the open space of the market. She could have moved him up first instead of trying to contain the blast which she looked like she had no experience with. But she didn’t. If she had no experience with a bomb she should have made a different choice- not contain it.

Steve Rogers: Rumlow said "Bucky" and… all of a sudden I was a 16-year-old kid again, in Brooklyn. [He sits beside Wanda.]

Steve Rogers: And people died. It's on me.

Wanda Maximoff: It's on both of us.

Steve Rogers: This job… We try to save as many people as we can. Sometimes that doesn't mean everybody. But if we can't find a way to live with that, next time… maybe nobody gets saved.

This is not saying she is responsible. This is legit all the accountability and responsibility Wanda owns up to in the movie other than at the Compound when she says she made enough trouble. She did- but she’s not accepting she needs to change. Steve is not being a good leader here.

Accountability is when you say that you messed up, you’re going to fix it. There is none here- there is no proof they are going to fix this, that they will do better.

If a police of chief told you- after a shootout where seven innocent people died because of his men accidentally firing at them- that they’re sorry, they can’t save everyone without saying: Here is what we are going to change to make sure it does not happen again- would you be okay with it?

This is all the accountability Wanda takes on- and most of it is brushed off even if it is her fault. Tony though? Again-

“Ultron, my fault.”

“I killed the Avengers.” (A VISION)

Tony Stark: He wanted to make a difference, I suppose. I mean, we won't know because we dropped a building on him while we were kicking ass.

“Clearly, I made a mistake. Sam, I was wrong.”

He even says Sorry to Wanda for locking her in the compound.

Wanda does it twice- maybe three times.

Tony does it the entire movie. He admits his wrongdoings.

1-Okay- one thing I hate about Civil War from a law student perspective is the utterly fucked up way they handled the Accords. They do have a small blurb concerning them posted- with one part having me going: Are you idiots? This makes it illegal in two countries that signed at the least and the UN makes it illegal to (which is detaining without a trial. Very illegal, you can’t put it in a law but they do.) I think this is honestly because of the fact that most people don’t like law. I do. As well, it feels shoehorned in to me to make it seem bad. But... do they know how law works? Oh my god. Why?

The rest of what I read isn’t bad, it makes sense. Here is the link:

But also- yeah they don’t get a say because cops and the army don’t really get a say in their own agreements. It’s made up, people can submit new ideas and new thoughts to it but they don’t get a say because most of them don’t have political training. But- again- there can be changes made. NO LAW IS SET IN STONE. Tony says it himself- there can be changes. He agrees with Steve there can be. But it takes time- and after a situation like Lagos? You’re lucky if it’s anything less then a year.

2-You do say bringing in the greater powers- but the Accords are about that. They are about making the Avengers a power that can be used for global reasons. I’m also very sure most countries would go: Captain AMERICA? Ewww. About him being in charge. I mean, sure he’s a Hero but... for America. He saved the world? More like he saved New York. New York blowing up wouldn’t affect Canada. Or Russia. Yeah, Red Skull but... most of what he did could be done with a special task force. He was used because Red Skull was interested in him, but... he doesn’t really use his strength or his serum enhanced skills from what I remember. And he had a team of unehanced people behind him. Are you American? Because I’m saying as a Canadian I would not be comfortable with that.

3-Tony doesn’t think things through?! He’s a genius. he’s always thinking things through. He’s also a businessman who understands that when something like this is in play, you make sure you’re in on it. Because there is nothing stopping this as the public does not feel safe. Politicans are jumping in on it, so he is trying to make sure it’s not as bad as it can be.

Steve is the one who is only focusing on what he thinks is best- he’s focusing on the now. Now Wanda is locked up- this is bad! She is a kid. Well, no she isn’t for one. Two, she has green card issues which she needs to be detained for because she caused an international incident while she was on her visa/greencard/whatever and used to be HYDRA. She’s lucky she wasn’t tossed on the Raft right off the bat- I bet Ross would love to do so but she isn’t.

Again- maybe Tony should have but if she really does distrust Tony, I doubt she would listen. So, someone she trusts should do it. Vision or Wanda. As well, again, at this time, Tony is across the World dealing with Steve, Sam and Bucky. He most likely does not have time to sit down and talk with her. He’s dealing with making what Steve and Sam did legit as well as rounding up psychiatrists for Bucky.

Steve is focusing on Bucky. He’s focusing on the Winter Soliders. He is not thinking about the Accords, he is only focusing on what he wants here. He’s not thinking: Maybe I should not call in the girl who has visa issues because this means she will be in volation of another law. He isn’t.

You can’t say Tony doesn’t think things through when he is someone who has run an international multi-billion dollar industry. He was making it before Pepper became CEO- he’s not the guy who can’t think things through, his entire history proves he does.

4. Straight jacket- I think this was more because she uses her hands to use her magic so they wanted to double check it to make sure she couldn’t use her powers? Dunno. Going with the congress thing- this means there can be more changes done to the Accords which can be kicked back to the UN. It does seem like they just want backing for the Accords right then- but if they can still have changes done to them (which is stated in the movie) that means they are still being made. Hell- the conference that got blown up from what I understand was the start of the various talks. it’s still in it’s infant stages. They’re probably still figuring it out, meaning the Raft may be in the process of becoming an international prison. We don’t know.

5- You don’t get any say when you’re on house arrest. It’s arrest for a reason. But I think it would have boiled down to a cell or the compound- not only is she dangerous, she’s also under a lot of public scrutiny. And the public can be nasty af. So... I wouldn’t want to be her and leave the property.

Yes, it should have been told to her but... I think if Clint hadn’t gone in to try to get her out she would have stayed and things would have been okay. We don’t know otherwise.

Bruce and Tony are accountable for Ultron- as is Thor and Wanda. Steve as well is responsible for the fall of SHIELD. Yes- it was his resort but he is responsible. I have never said otherwise- we just don’t see it. This is the first time- other then Iron Man 1- that accountability is brought up.

I do think Tony does pay off a lot of the damages though which is holding himself accountable.He’s paying for his mistakes. Maybe it should be more but there is no system in place in the MCU to do so. Which is what the Accords theoretically should do.

YES. THE MCU needs to figure out her powers, it’s ridiculous. But I feel that people brush is off as ‘she’s a kid’ to much. No she isn’t. She is older then 18- not a child. The accepted age of understanding what you’ve done and accepting the consequences in most countries is 12. She is much older then that. If a 12-year-old can understand why stealing is wrong, Wanda can be held accountable for her actions.

I liked Ragnarok, it was fun, but I think for characterization it should have been Wanda and Vision instead.

#wanda maximoff #not wanda friendly #kinda?#I mean #still not sure about tagging #but yeah #not steve friendly by much either #avengers

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Natalie Jones and the Golden Ship

Part 1/57 - A Meeting at the Palace Part 2/57 - Curry Talk Part 3/57 - Princess Sitamun Part 4/57 - Not At Rest Part 5/57 - Dead Men Tell no Tales Part 6/57 - Sitamun Rises Again Part 7/57 - The Curse of Madame Desrosiers Part 8/57 - Sabotage at Guedelon Part 9/57 - A Miracle Part 10/57 - Desrosiers’ Elixir Part 11/57 - Athens in October Part 12/57 - The Man in Black Part 13/57 - Mr. Neustadt Part 14/57 - The Other Side of the Story Part 15/57 - A Favour Part 16/57 - A Knock on the Window Part 17/57 - Sir Stephen and Buckeye Part 18/57 - Books of Alchemy Part 19/57 - The Answers Part 20/57 - A Gift Left Behind Part 21/57 - Santorini Part 22/57 - What the Doves Found Part 23/57 - A Thief in the Night Part 24/57 - Healing Part 25/57 - Newton’s Code Part 26/57 - Montenegro Part 27/57 - The Lost Relic Part 28/57 - The Homunculinus Part 29/57 - The End is Near Part 30/57 - The Face of Evil Part 31/57 - The Morning After Part 32/57 - Next Stop Part 33/57 - A Sighting in Messina Part 34/57 - Taormina Part 35/57 - Burning Part 36/57 - Recovery Part 37/57 - Pilgrimage to Vesuvius Part 38/57 - The Scent of Hell Part 39/57 - She’ll be Coming Down the Mountain Part 40/57 - Stowaways Part 41/57 - Bon Voyage Part 42/57 - Turnabout Part 43/57 - The Apple Part 44/57 - Vesuvius Wakes Part 45/57 - Fire At Sea Part 46/57 - The Real Jim Part 47/57 - Return to Naples Part 48/57 - La Mela Part 49/57 - A Demonstration Part 50/57 - Out of the Frying Pan Part 51/57 - Into the Fire Part 52/57 - The Last Homunculus Part 53/57 - Transmission Part 54/57 - Metamorphosis Part 55/57 - Jones and the Cat Part 56/57 - Love and Loss Part 57/57 - Over at Last

Well, that was a continent-spanning adventure, wasn’t it? On to the next fanfic.

Lady Andretti gave everybody else kisses and thanks for quite some time before finally breezing back out again, leaving them with Fury. He came and thumped himself down at the table where they’d been eating breakfast, then leaned forward, steepling his fingers.

“All right,” he said. “Now for the what-the-hell-have-you-done-this-time story.”

The last time Fury had been in touch with them was shortly after they’d commandeered the Scorpio II to head back to Naples, so the various members of the CAAP filled him in on what they’d been up to since. Natasha still didn’t feel like saying much, so she contributed very little, letting the others do the talking as they described what they’d found in the city and on the volcano, and what they’d done about it.

“The man we called Jim suggested melting him down,” Sir Stephen said, when they got to the fate of Newton.

“I’d rather leave him where he is and let the volcano do it for me,” grouched Fury. “Sounds like digging him up would be more trouble than the bastard deserves.”

“That works for me,” said Sam.

They carried on to their plan for using up the Stone’s energy by transmuting the entire ship. There came a point, however, when Natasha was the only one left who was able to tell the story. Allen would have done in for her, based on what she’d said to him, but she knew this had to be up to her.

“Jim went back,” she said. “He thought Perenelle was dead, so this was his only chance to have a normal life span. And I went to save the Contessa’s little pets, so I didn’t see what happened to him after that. I assume,” she added, hating to say it but knowing it needed to be said, and grateful for the training that allowed her to keep her emotions hidden, “he’s dead, like Newton.”

Fury nodded grimly. “We’ll have to have Parliament make some kind of law against creating things like that,” he said. “Word it carefully so the crazies don’t use it to rule out legitimate research into things like cloning, but no human beings who’ll only life for a week.”

That was a good idea, Nat thought, but it didn’t help Jim now. Laws like that could only ever be afterthoughts, to keep the worst from happening again.

“If I may.” Enrico stepped up. “There may be something I can do to help your friend. I’m sure you’re all familiar with the conservation of information, as it has become a part of modern physics.” His accent, Natasha noted, was perfect reserved pronunciation. Perenelle had spoken English to them with a French accent, but that was part of an act she was putting on. She supposed Alchemsits had hundreds of years to be their own dialect coaches.

“Information is never truly destroyed, even if it falls into a black hole,” Enrico went on. “In principle it ought to be possible to reconstruct this Jim exactly as he was, and perhaps from there to help him. I know a man who might be able to do it.”

“Paracelsus?” guessed Sharon.

“His input would be helpful, to be sure,” said Enrico, “but I speak of another who would prefer his identity not be known. He had to die, you see, in order to pursue his studies in alchemy, and he would prefer the world not learn it was a fake. If he could examine the remains at the bottom of the bay, he ought to be able to recalculate time and reconstruct them as they were.”

“That might not be doable,” said Fury. “The cruise line already has people diving in to see if they can salvage what’s left. They figure that their ship turned into their several hundred tons of gold, and we’re not about to argue with them because the alternative probably means them suing the British government, on whose behalf, may I remind you, you lot were acting.”

“Right,” said Nat. There were some forces there was no arguing with. Lawyers were one of them.

“Her majesty the Queen is currently in Newmarket, betting the crown jewels on horses and saying racially insensitive things to the Oil Sheiks,” Fury went on. “She seems to believe you did what you thought was best and also that it ‘must have been a right jolly lark’, but our public relations department…”

“We have a public relations department?” Clint interrupted, eyes wide.

“The crown’s public relations department,” Fury corrected him. “And myself. We will not be dissolving the CAAP, since you did save the world again and it looks like this bullshit is just going to keep on happening, but we would like you to agree to some behavioral guidelines in the future.”

“That’s great,” said Nat, “because we have a list of equipment and budgetary requests for you.”

Fury faltered for a moment as he realized that what he’d thought would be a lecture was actually going to be a negotiation, but only for a moment. Nat was kind of proud of having cracked him.

“Well, then this probably isn’t the best place for this discussion,” he said. Whatever was now going to happen would take hours that Enrico wouldn’t want them spending on his balcony. “But while we’re here, I would like a word with Madame Flamel. It seems she has skills that could be very useful to us.” He turned to look at where she’d last been.

Natasha didn’t even need to turn her head. She knew Perenelle would have vanished. She’d been waiting for the opportunity to do so since they’d pulled her out of the bay, and now, in a location of her choosing, it was easy.

“Sorry, Your Grace,” said Enrico. “It’s only twice in her life that Cho Phuong’s been found by somebody she didn’t want finding her, and you’re not going to be the third.”

Fury accepted that with a surprising amount of grace. “How about you, Dr. Agrippa? You looking for a job? It’d be something if we could be the first country to offer courses in Alchemy at our universities… come to think of it, if we’d nabbed Newton, we could have made him teach as a community service for his crimes!”

The man who must have been Cornelius Agrippa smiled, but shook his head. “I don’t think I’m ready to go public yet… and I doubt you’ll find any of us who will. We’re all too used to living in the shadows. And Isaac was never as smart as he thought he was,” he added. “I suppose you’ve heard the story about how he told Halley he had a derivation of elliptical orbits from first principles, but it took him six months to send it to him? Do you know why it took six months?”

“Because he had to re-do it from scratch,” said Fury. “Or is there another version?”

“Because he needed to find the book of Arab science he copied it from,” Agrippa said.

Fury grinned. “Doesn’t that just figure?”

“It does indeed,” Agrippa agreed.

The next day, they all boarded a small seaplane to return to the British Isles, where it had been quietly agreed that the six members of the CAAP would lay low for a few months, doing their normal jobs if they had one and not talking to the press or anyone who might be interesting in suing for damages. That meant Clint going back to his farm, Sam going back to his bird hospital – with Redwing on his shoulder – Allen returning to his electrician’s business in Blackpool, and Natasha taking some time off her teaching position, which was too public, to do field work in Cornwall. Sir Stephen would be helping her with that, and Sharon promised to drop in.

“Oh, I just remembered,” said Allen. “Did you find anything to surprise your wife in Naples?”

Clint hefted his bag. “I guess… at least, I’m pretty sure the solid gold garlic will be a surprise. We don’t have much trouble with solid gold vampires, so maybe I’ll have it made into jewelry for her.”

“Sounds like a plan,” said Sam.

Nat paused before stepping off the docks. She’d bought a bouquet of flowers from a little shop in Naples – expensive tropical ones, like Birds of Paradise and ginger blossoms and anthuriums, that Jim had never gotten the opportunity to see. Now she took a deep breath, and dropped it into the water. It went under for a moment, then bobbed to the surface again with drops on the petals. A silly gesture, and one Jim could never be aware of or appreciate. Even if there were an afterlife, which Nat didn’t believe, Newton had said a homunculus had no soul.

Then again, Newton apparently didn’t know half of what he said he did.

Allen put an arm around Nat’s shoulders. “Come on, Ginger Snap,” he said gently. “Let’s go home.”

She nodded. “Do you mind if I stay with you a couple of days? I just need… I think I need a little down time.” Natasha had never done that. She wasn’t sure what it entailed, besides being desperately bored. Allen would have to help her figure it out.

“You can stay as long as you like,” Allen said, and kissed her temple. “You know that.”

#fanfic #natasha romanov #steve rogers #sharon carter #sam wilson #clint barton #bucky barnes

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Brock Rumlow x Reader

Chapter 16

Chapter 1 . Chapter 2 . Chapter 3 . Chapter 4 . Chapter 5 . Chapter 6 . Chapter 7 . Chapter 8 . Chapter 9 . Chapter 10 . Chapter 11 . Chapter 12 . Chapter 13 . Chapter 14 . Chapter 15

You wake to an empty bed, your brows furrow as you feel the cold space beside you. He's been gone a while. You realize, frowning to yourself before rolling out of bed.

You curse yourself all through breakfast, and even contemplate whether he was ever really here as you shower, but as you dry off and begin dressing in your combats you notice several bite marks on your hips and collar bone. No, he was definitely here.

You finish lacing up your boots and reach for your knife as usual, but your hand hesitates just above the blade. You usually take the blade Brock had given you, but you're a little upset that he wasn't here this morning, he didn't even leave a note or say goodbye. What the hell? You shake it off and grab your old knife instead.

You open your door to head out for the day, but Steve is standing there as if he had just been about to knock. He startles you slightly, and seems as though you startled him too.

"Steve?"

He blushes and clears his throat. "Hey. You disappeared last night, so I figured I'd come over today and ask if you had any plans?"

You shrug and glance at your watch. "I have a briefing with Pierce in 15 but after that I'm free, why?"

He clears his throat again and smiles nervously. "I sort of wanted to ask if we could hang out. We can stay in or go out or whatever you want to do." He shrugs and blushes deeply, waiting anxiously for an answer.

"Well I do still owe you a Jurassic Park marathon." You reply, and he immediately lets out a relieved sigh.

You both laugh and start down the hall. "Mind if I tag along? I can wait outside until you're done then we can just come back together." He asks excitedly, beaming at you with hope filled eyes.

You giggle slightly and nod. "Sounds great, that way we can pick up food on the way back."

He smiles from ear to ear all the way to Pierce's office, where he takes a seat in the waiting room. Pierce's assistant, still the timid young Lauren, nods for you to go on in to Pierce's office.

"He said to send you in immediately." She speaks softly, seeming much more confident when she isn't actually in Pierce's presence.

You round the corner and slowly make your way down the hall to the only door, the door at the very end, Pierce's door. It always seems so ominous to have a long hallway with just one door at the end, but that's how Pierce liked to project himself. Upon entering through the door you notice Pierce studying files as usual, and Brock standing next to the desk. He sneaks a soft smile towards you, but you simply shut the door behind you and take your seat, ignoring him completely.

"I see you still like to be punctual Agent, that's good." Pierce finally speaks, breaking the silent tension in the room. "I've been told you've taken initiative to train with Clint as well as Steve for the past few weeks, and also that this has lead to some improvements on your skills." He looks up from the file briefly, not really asking for your acknowledgement, just gauging your reaction. You nod sharply, and he continues. "I have a special assignment, Brock highly recommended that you be the one to go."

You try to hide your shock, but Pierce catches your slight twitch and chuckles.

"I agree with him. I'll be calling for you when the time comes Agent, so be prepared. That is all." He waves his hand for you to leave.

You nod sharply, knowing he wasn't asking you how you felt about it, he was telling you that you would be going. You wouldn't even know what it was until he was ready to send you.

You frown slightly as you close the door behind you, curiosity getting the best of your thoughts as you begin down the long hall back to the waiting room. You hear the door click once more behind you, then hurried footsteps, and turn to see Brock jogging after you.

You pause and wait for him to catch up. "What is it Rumlow?" You ask, purposefully not using his first name.

You notice him wince slightly, and furrow his brows. "Um." He scratches his jaw and opens his mouth to speak, but then shuts it and bites at his lip. Sighing he finally speaks up. "Be at training tomorrow, 7 a.m. Meet at the gun range."

And then he's gone. Again.

You hurry back to Steve, who greets you with a warm hug. You squeeze him tightly, making him chuckle.

"You alright? What did they say to you in there?" He asks, looking down at you slightly worried.

"I'm fine." You smile up at him, you may be tall but he still manages to dwarf you.

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Chapter 17 . Chapter 18 . Chapter 19 . Chapter 20 . Chapter 21 . Chapter 22 . Chapter 23 . Chapter 24 . Chapter 25 . Chapter 26 . Chapter 27 . Chapter 28 . Chapter 29 . Chapter 30 . Chapter 31

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We Are A Family-Part 27

Title: We Are A Family. Pairings: Steve x tony, Peter x Wade, Nat x Clint, Sam x Bucky. Part: 27/? Warnings: swearing, fluff, angst, eventual smut, slowburn. Summary: When Nat comes into the avengers tower with baby Peter Parker, the avengers didn’t know what they were getting themselves into. But now that Peter is here,Steve and Tony both feel protective over him. It doesn’t help that Peter hates everyone other than Steve and tony. But as Steve and tony raise Peter, they start to fall for one another. Will this superfamily work out or will it all turn to hell? A/N: All i’m going to say is that we’re in the endgame now.

When tony walked inside the house, Chinese, ice cream, movie and tissues in hand. The boys were in the kitchen.

"Hey dad." Peter smiled as Tony walked in and Tony tilted his head to the side.

"I got dinner." Tony said and Wade stood up.

"I should get going. I don't want Al to worry about me." Tony's eyes looked Wade over and suddenly it seemed so obvious that he was sick; the bags underneath his eyes, the wrong skin complexion, the frailness of his body, his patchy hair. God, how had Peter reacted to the news?

"oh, well do you want me to drive you home?" Tony offered and Wade shook his head.

"no I'll be fine. Thank you sir." Wade said and Tony frowned.

"it's really no trouble." Tony offered again but Wade shook his head.

"I'll see you tomorrow Pete." Wade said and Peter nodded. Then Wade was out the door and gone.

"Peter?" Tony asked and Peter looked down at the floor.

"I don't want you to freak out, okay?" Tony nodded and sat down on the kitchen stool beside Peter, putting the food down on the island.

"Talk to me, what's up?" Tony took his hand and Peter met his eyes. He didn't look devastated, he was probably in shock.

"Wade and I had our chat, and you were right. it wasn't bad." Concern flooded through Tony. But then, maybe Wade had softened the blow? Made it seem like it wasn't as bad as it actually was?

"And?" Tony asked, not wanting to make this situation worse by saying something that he wasn't meant to.

"This is the part where I ask you not to freak out, okay? I've known for a while now about this and I know you'll be supportive but it's still hard to say." Tony nodded and forced a relaxed smile onto his face.

"I'm not gonna freak out, alright? I know things haven't been easy the last couple years. We've gone through a lot, we're all we've got and that's okay. Because you're my kid and I love you, whatever it is, I'm still going to love you. okay?" Peter nodded and began to bounce his knee.

"Wade and I, we're kind of together now." this was the absolute last thing Tony had expected.

"What?" Peter's head shot up and his eyes widened. Tony's voice had come out angry, and Peter looked panicked.

"I've known that I was gay for a while now, and you promised you wouldn't freak out!" Peter exclaimed but Tony shook his head.

"It's not, I just, what?" he couldn't believe this. May had told Tony that there was nothing that could be done. Wade had months, months. And here he was, preparing Peter's life to turn into a total shitshow.

"Wade and I are together, I thought you of all people would be supportive about this." Tony squeezed his eyes shut. three hours ago he'd been hoping for this. he'd expected this, but now that this was happening?

"no." The word slipped out and Peter flinched. Was he supposed to tell Peter, was he supposed to keep this secret?

"No?" Peter asked and Tony gritted his teeth. He stood up and began to pace, Peter anxiously watched him. He wanted to protect Peter, he didn't want to lie to Peter about this. but he didn't want to break Peter's heart either. He couldn't forbid Peter from seeing Wade, not if he only had a few months left. To say Tony was between a rock and a hard place would have been the biggest fucking understatement of the century.

"Steve would know what to do about this." Tony whispered and again Peter flinched. But Tony knew he was right. Steve would know what to do about this. He'd be able to tell Peter, or he'd talk to Wade. He'd have a solution.

"Dad?" Peter asked softly, his eyes shone with tears.

"Pete I am happy for you, really. I've been rooting for you and Wade to get together for years. Steve and I used to joke about it all the time, it's just..." Tony trailed off.

"just what?" Time. Tony needed time to think about this, time to figure out his next move. His plan.

"I'm gonna put a pause on the movie. Can you go do some homework for a bit? I promise we can talk about this, I just need to figure something out." Tony pleaded and Peter sighed.

"you're keeping a secret, aren't you?" Tony nodded.

"I'm gonna fix this problem and then I promise I'll tell you everything. Just trust me, alright?" Peter hesitated and then nodded.

"Alright."

Three hours passed and Tony hadn't called for Peter. Peter couldn't sit still. Couldn't focus on his homework. Not when all he could think about was how poorly his dad had taken the situation. Steve would know what to do about this. God, every time his dads mentioned each other, it sent shockwaves through Peter's body. Back to a time when things had been normal. Before the fights and the broken furniture, before the divorce. Peter's mind flashed back to the wedding, how frantic his pops had been, how desperately he'd asked for Tony.

"what are you two hiding?" Peter whispered to himself and then the house phone rang. Peter ran out of his room but watched as his dad answered.

"Stark residence." Tony said and Peter stumbled. That was new. His whole life it had been "Stark-Rogers residence". Peter watched his dad's face and knew that whoever had called, they didn't have good news.

"Dad?" Peter asked as Tony hung up the phone. He seemed frozen and his eyes lifted to meet Peter's.

"Put on some shoes and grab your coat." Tony said and his voice shook a little. Peter did as told and his dad checked that everything was locked and all the lights were off.

"Dad?" Peter asked again as he put on his seatbelt. Tony began driving, his hands shook ever so slightly. The nervous energy was enough to make Peter feel nauseous.

"That was the hospital." Shit.

"And?" Peter's mind was racing with lists of names of people in the avengers. But from his dad's reaction, he knew it was someone important. Someone close to them.

"And, uh, well..." his dad was stalling, and they both knew it. this was really bad then.

"It's okay, I'm not a kid anymore. I can handle it." Peter said and Tony tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

"It's Wade." Peter's brows rose and the whole world slowed down.

"I don't understand." Peter said and Tony nodded his head, his knuckles were now white on the steering wheel.

"I know kid, but we'll get this sorted. Alright?"

"what happened?" Peter asked and Tony turned a corner.

"Well that's harder to explain." The nervous energy increased and for a moment Peter thought he might actually be sick.

"Spit it out." Peter ground out and Tony's eyes darted to Peter.

"Pete?"

"I'm fine. Tell me what's going on." Peter said and Tony sighed, eyes returned back to the road. The hospital was in sight now.

"Wade's been diagnosed with cancer. It's in his liver, prostate, lungs and brain. The doctors think he only has a few months left. That's what he was supposed to tell you tonight." It felt like Peter's head exploded. No fucking way. This couldn't be happening. Not to Peter, not to Wade.

"No." he whispered and Tony's hand reached over and squeezed Peter's knee.

"I'm so sorry kid." He whispered and Peter bit his fist to stop a sob from escaping.

Tony's heart broke for Peter. And even though things had been absolutely devastating with Steve-he wished he was here to support Peter. Steve would know what to say to make this better. Tony found himself thinking as he pulled into a parking spot. The two of them sat in the car for a while, Peter desperately tried to calm down.

"How long have you known?" his voice was small, weak.

"I only found out tonight. I called May to see what she knew and she met me at the Chinese place. I'm so sorry Peter." Peter nodded his head and took a deep breath.

"So that's why he was staying with May? So she could take care of him?" Tony nodded his head.

"Al wanted to, but with her sight issues she couldn't manage it. He's wanted to tell you, but he didn't know how." Peter nodded and unbuckled his seat belt.

"so is he..." Peter couldn't finish his sentence.

"He's alive. He collapsed on the walk over here. He's been staying here for a couple weeks now." Peter nodded his head and then got out the car. Tony got out, locked the car, and followed Peter inside of the hospital. May was waiting for them.

"Hey." She pulled Peter into a tight hug.

"I told him." Tony said and May nodded.

"He's okay. Just tired, he's asking for you." she told Peter who nodded.

"He's okay?" his voice wobbled and May nodded.

"Yeah, he's just tired. But he really wants to talk to you. this nurse will take you to him." She motioned to a lady hovering nearby. Peter nodded and left without looking back.

"How'd he take it?" May asked and Tony shook his head.

"Not well, actually, pretty well. As well as you could take this situation." Tony said and she nodded.

"Are you okay?" she asked and Tony took a deep breath.

"No. it's times like these that I'm reminded why I didn't want to do this alone."

"Steve would know what to say." May said and Tony nodded.

"He was good with Peter in the tough times, wasn't he?" Tony nodded and crossed his arms.

"Yeah. But you're good with him too." May said and Tony nodded.

"I know, I just, Steve had a way with Peter. In the beginning, Peter picked us. There was never a doubt in his mind that he belonged with us." At that May smiled fondly.

"I remember when he was just a baby, Ben and I had taken him back. I remember the look on Steve's face when he held Peter in his arms, and I felt so guilty for separating the two of them." She shook her head.

"I remember that day." Tony smiled as he thought back to when he'd been in his workshop. Steve had angled his body so that Tony hadn't been able to see Peter. The excitement at the three of them, getting to be together, even if only for a few hours. Despite Tony's newfound happiness, he longed for the ability to go back to that time, to be able to be that happy again. To be with Steve again.

But that would never be Tony's reality, Steve had moved on. Had created this new reality for them all. He'd told Tony that it had been a mistake to choose this life, he'd picked Bucky and that was that.

Peter felt like he was about to projectile vomit. Not just from his own tirade of nerves and emotions, but also from all the emotions of everyone in the hospital. The nurse led him to Wade's room. Which was practically bare apart from the record player and the Wham! album.

"Peter?" Wade was in bed, in a hospital gown and Peter's heart broke a little more.

"Hey Wade." He sat down on the edge of the bed and Wade smiled. The nurse checked his vitals and then left.

"Who told you?" he asked, staring up at the ceiling.

"Dad, May told him." Peter hated how his voice shook with each word.

"I wanted to tell you. there were so many times where I wanted to. So many times where I almost did, but you were the last normal thing in my life. And your life hasn't been great lately and I didn't want to add to that."

"You should have told me."

"When? Between your dads getting a divorce and the nightmare wedding, there wasn't exactly a good opportunity." Peter scowled and shook his head.

"You should have told me anyway. We could have figured something out." Wade shook his head.

"that's why I didn't tell you! every part of my life, it was all about cancer. My time with May, all we talked about was cancer. Whenever Al was there, it was all about cancer. There was doctors and nurses constantly fussing over me, all our teachers would pull me aside and tell me not to worry because I'm dying. It was constantly shoved in my face and then there was you. and all you wanted to talk about was my shit taste in music. And I know it was shitty of me to not tell you what was going on, but I just wanted a little bit of normalcy." Peter nodded, tears in his eyes.

"I'm not mad at you. I just wish you'd told me."

"Would you have kissed me if I had told you?" Wade asked and Peter inhaled sharply.

"Was that real? Or were you just trying to distract me from this?" Peter asked, unable to look at Wade.

"Fuck, of course it was real. I didn't lie to you, not when it concerned us." Wade took Peter's hand and Peter felt relief wash through him.

"Good." He curled up next to Wade, resting his head on Wade's chest. Wade wrapped an arm around Peter and they breathed one another in.

"Everything's different now, isn't it?" yes. Peter thought.

"No." Peter said.

"Liar."

"We're the same. You and I, we'll always stay the same." Peter whispered, he'd figure something out. His dad would find a way to fix this. and then they'd be together. Because Peter couldn't imagine his life without Wade. Whatever future he pictured for himself, Wade was there in it.

Long after lights out, long after Peter was gone, a man in a suit stepped inside Wade's room.

"Wade Wilson?" the man asked and Wade sat up in his bed.

"Who the fuck are you?" he asked, readying to press the nurse button.

"I'm a man who can help. My boss took a look at your file, and he can cure you of this." Wade rose his brows.

"Bullshit."

"I wouldn't lie to you about this Mr Wilson. We have an opportunity for you to get cured of your illness, but you have to come with me right now." Wade thought of Peter, his mind reeling.

"okay."

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Brought To Justice: Chapter 3

Odin gives Loki a choice when he is brought back to Asgard: imprisonment, or execution. When Loki chooses the latter, Odin increases his punishment twofold, and Loki is sent back to Midgard in order to repay his debt. Bound by his own magic and forced to obey whatever order Steve Rogers lays out for him, Loki is forced to attempt a redemption he neither wants nor deserves.

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When one is an immortal, the passage time becomes somewhat immaterial. Every day that passes is scarcely an afterthought, a vague understanding that once more, the sun has risen and the sun has sunk beneath the distant horizon, and that another page of Loki’s meticulously kept diary has been filled from margin to margin.

The days on Midgard are shorter than those on Asgard – the planet is small, much smaller than Asgard, and there are only twenty-four hours to the day. It is somewhat frustrating, he must admit, trying to accustom to such short hours, particularly when the Avengers demand such time of him to train (and what a joke this “training” is), and when he has so much to learn, so much to try to learn, to take in.

May 6th, 2014

The Allspeak cannot teach Loki that which he does not already know, and there are thousands of non-familiar concepts, inventions, oddities of this strange little realm, and brands, and names!

“Lift it? What do you mean?” Loki asks, staring at the object before him. A long, steel pole rests upon a custom-made stand, with large weights on each side. There are three weights on each side, labelled 15kg, and Rogers crosses his arms over his chest. Loki moves toward it, tilting his head as he examines the object.

“You just lift it: lie down on your back and— Jesus!” Loki gently brings the rod from its moorings, feeling its weight over his palm. “That’s really that easy for you?”

“Why shouldn’t it be? I weigh three times as much as this.”

“Loki, you’re holding two hundred pounds in one hand. That’s not meant to be easy. Are you using magic?”

“No,” Loki answers. Rogers lets out a laugh, turns away from him, and puts his face in his hands.

May 7th, 2012

“Just try one,” Stark says, and Loki looks up from the packet in his hand.

“Do you want to know how many artificial colouring agents this contains?”

“I most certainly do not,” Stark replies.

“I’m not going to eat that.” Stark sighs, and he puts one of the gummy worms in his mouth.

“Fair enough,” Stark relents, and he snatches the packet back.

May 8th, 2012

“Don’t fucking touch me!”

“I won’t have to touch you if you’ll just stay still, Mr Barton,” Loki retorts, and Barton scrambles away from him, his arm dribbling blood, and Loki puts his left hand up in the air, freezing Barton bodily in his place. Struggle as he might, Barton cannot move so much as a muscle, except to breathe and let out gasping sounds of fear, and Loki lets out a trail of seiðr, healing the wound Barton had sustained when his bowstring had snapped.

Loki releases him, then, and Barton lunges at him, his bloody hand going for Loki’s throat – when he tries to squeeze, he finds the marble column of Loki’s throat will not so much as dimple. He lacks the strength.

“You can’t fucking do that,” Barton snaps.

“What, heal your wounds? I believe you’ll find that I can and, in fact, am bound to.” Clint smacks him across the face, his palm coming hard against the side of Loki’s cheek, and Loki doesn’t feel the need to pretend it hurts. It hurts Barton, though, and he lets out a short, soft sound of pain. Loki’s seiðr comes across the bruised flesh like water, and Clint hisses out a sound as he stalks away from Loki.

May 9th, 2012

“You like cats?” The cat butts against Loki’s cheek, its whiskers brushing over his cheeks and lips, and Loki smiles, softly, rubbing against the young feline’s softly vibrating gullet. Banner is watching him as if Loki is some sort of strange museum exhibit, and Loki glances from him back to the cat.

“My mother keeps cats,” Loki replies. “They’re so small on this planet.”

“How big are they on Asgard?”

“Bigger than you.” Bruce smiles, apparently forgetting for a moment that he oughtn’t smile at Loki.

“Really?”

“No. But bigger than her. Twice her size, perhaps,” Loki answers, and then he stands, walking beside the other man away from the alleyway.

May 10th, 2012

“Who’s this?” Petroyvek says, and Romanov turns to look at Loki. Loki, who has shoulder-length, red hair and pale pink skin, plump lips, and eyes of sapphire blue.

“Intern,” Romanov replies, and Loki breaks the hand of the “goon” that reaches for him.

May 11th, 2012

“You got mail, princess,” Stark says, and he passes an envelope into his hand. Loki stares at it, stares at the handwriting on the front of the envelope, looping to just say Loki. The back of the envelope shines with the golden gilt of the royal seal.

It turs to ashes in his hands, and Stark seems too scared to question him about it.

May 12th, 2012

Loki lies on his back, feeling the cool stone of the tower’s roof beneath his shoulders. He wears a loose button-up shirt, plain trousers, and he stares up at the stars above him. It makes him sick, to look at them.

They’re all wrong.

May 13th, 2012

“You want one?” Barton asks as he hands a ten-dollar bill to the man at the “hot dog” stand. Loki frowns, tilting his head to the side, and shakes his head.

May 14th, 2012

“What are the rules?” Loki asks, and Banner comes to stand a little closer to him, until Banner’s shoulder is brushing against Loki’s elbow. Has he truly forgotten what Loki is so soon? Truly come to trust him so very easily?

“They have to shoot for the basket with a trick-shot,” Banner explains. Rogers bounces the basketball off of a nearby rubbish bin, and it sails easily up into the air, dropping down into the net as Barton groans his frustration. “That means that the ball isn’t just going clean into the net, but they’re bouncing it off something or getting it in by a longshot.”

“Why it called Horse?” Banner opens his mouth, then closes it.

“I don’t know,” Banner says. “Five letters, I guess.”

May 15th, 2012

“What’re you reading?” Sergeant Rhodes asks, and Loki glances up at him.

“The New Testament,” Loki replies. Rhodes stares at him, blinking once. Twice.

“Good read?” he asks.

“I don’t understand why this is presented as one volume. Many of the gospels are repeated several times over, between the individual books. He was undoubtedly an eloquent speaker, regardless of his upbringing, but—”

“Who?” Rhodes asks.

“Christ.” Rhodes stares at Loki, for a long few moments, and then turns on his heel and walks away. Frowning, Loki turns back to the text.

May 16th, 2012

“You just gonna wear a new face every day, now?” Romanov asks him.

“Don’t you get tired of wearing the same one?” Loki asks. Romanov lets out a sound that is almost a laugh – it would be, were it not quite so derisive.

May 17th, 2012

“That’s Lucky,” Barton says.

“It’s a dog. How lucky can it be?” Loki replies evenly as he reads a Wikipedia article about bullet rounds. The article is badly parsed. Loki ought edit it. The dog pads forward, and it lays its head gently upon Loki’s knee, looking up at him with soulful brown eyes. Loki pats its head, gently, and it leaves him – mercifully – alone.

May 18th, 2012

“And now, downward dog…” the woman’s voice is low and soothing, and Loki examines the position on screen for a moment before carefully bringing himself into the position. Many of the poses are perhaps a little basic for his liking, so used as he is to performing his own stretching exercises and contortions, but he should rather begin with these poses and keep up with the instructions when he focuses on a more advanced video.

“You’re gonna become a yoga mom, huh?”

“What connotations does that label come with?” Loki replies, and he stands, examining the pose on the screen before adjusting it slightly, putting his leg over his head instead of at a triangular angle, and he hears Stark whistle.

“Jesus. You’re lucky Clint’s one of us, or he’d be getting you to join the circus.”

“I’m too pretty for the circus,” Loki replies mildly, and Stark laughs.

“Yeah, Pepper said the same thing,” he replies, and Loki flicks the video off, turning to look at the other man. “But with more indignation.” Loki smiles, wanly.

“I see,” he says.

May 19th, 2012

Loki speaks to nobody that day. He finds himself assailed by one of his melancholies, and he spends the entirety of the day in the confines of his quarters, sitting in the corner of the room, his back against the wall.

Another letter from Asgard, unread, rests upon his writing desk, and he doesn’t dare look at it.

May 20th, 2012

Loki lies back in the cold bath, letting out a short hiss of pain. His skin is red and covered in stretches of rash and pained, raised bumps, his ankles and neck swollen more than they should be. When the door bursts open, Loki is far from surprised, and he looks up at Rogers from within the bathwater.

Rogers stares into the depths of the water, his gaze running over Loki’s usually white flesh.

“What the Hell happened?”

“Doctor Banner asked me to join me for a swim in the basement pool. He thought I might be able to shave a few minutes from his lap time.”

“And?”

“I haven’t been swimming for months – I dived into the pool.”

“And?” Rogers presses, and Loki sighs, looking down at his patchy body. Even his face is marked with red spots and painful strips of skin, and he feels like stewing in his water as a bilgesnipe in swamp.

“It would seem I had an allergic reaction,” Loki replies. “Ms Potts forwarded me the list of the cleaning supplies used in the pool, and I would guess it’s the potassium peroxymonosulfate. It’s an oxidizing agent introduced to pools to balance against the amount of chlorine.”

“I thought you were an alien,” Rogers says.

“Aliens have allergies,” Loki replies. “Do you think I lack an immune system as well?” Rogers crosses his arms over his chest, taking a step forward, and his gaze flits downward, stopping between Loki’s legs. His blond brows furrow, and Loki says, for a second time, “Alien.”

“Thor doesn’t look like that,” Rogers murmurs. “And Thor has hair.” If Loki felt nervous about this particular situation, perhaps he would press his thighs together and hide the shape of his organs, but the pain is too widespread to move with such a hurry, and Rogers doesn’t seem the type to become so hung up on such minor details.

“Thor and I are different species,” Loki points out. “As I believe I’ve told you before.”

“That hurt?”

“Terribly.” Loki sighs, softly, and tries to dip himself lower into the water. It becomes cloudy with ice, and Loki relaxes slightly in the freezing press of it against his skin. “My apologies. I ought have tested the waters first.”

“Don’t apologize,” Rogers says, and then he turns to go.

May 21st, 2012

“You ever try some, Loki? Long-pig?” Rhodes asks, and Loki looks across the table at him. Loki had been somewhat nervous about settling at the table with the marks and redness still visible on his face and neck, on the backs of his hands, but no one has mentioned it. If anything, everyone is being almost kind.

“My advice would be not to ask questions you don’t want the answers to,” Loki replies quietly. Rhodes stares at him, then grins, leaning across the table.

“You haven’t,” he says. “You haven’t!”

“You oughtn’t look so excited,” Loki says. “From your perspective, this is cannibalism.”

“How long ago was it? What, a thousand years ago? Two thousand?”

“You can’t just drop out a hint you’ve eaten people and not spill the beans,” Barton jumps in, pushing his sickly-sweet cake aside, and Loki looks around at all of them. Even Rogers looks rather curious, and Loki wonders why he had so overestimated the human capacity for disgust amongst these strange little creatures.

“Human flesh was overly rich and fatty in Nippur, two thousand years ago. I certainly wouldn’t recommend it now.”

“Nippur?” Romanov repeats. “What, in Iraq?”

“It wasn’t called Iraq back then,” Loki murmurs, and then he sets his knife and fork down. “I was young, impulsive. I had learned new spells that very week, and my mind was electrified by the magic within me, driving me nearly feral.”

“So you ate him?” Stark asks, and Loki exhales.

“He was a soothsayer. He told me I should convert.”

“What to?” Banner asks.

“I never found out,” Loki replies, mildly. “I devoured his heart from his chest and roasted his tongue on a spit.”

“Gross,” Barton says. “You eat tongue?” Loki puts his face in his hands, and when the laugh sounds from the around the table, he feels neither small, nor pathetic. The laughter is good-natured, and warm, and Loki feels – for a second – as if he is at home.

May 22nd, 2012

“Good morning, Colonel Fury – I suppose you’re here to see Captain Rogers,” Loki says. “How are you?”

“Shut the fuck up,” Fury retorts as he sails past Loki, and Loki shrugs his shoulders, returning to his book.

May 23rd, 2012

“You wanna come?” Barton asks. Loki glances up from the laptop on the table before him, staring at the other man, and he slowly moves to stand. “What? We’re going to the movies.” Loki takes a few steps forward, examining Barton carefully, and despite how close Loki comes to him, despite how much Barton should fear him, he does not flinch away. He looks up at Loki, his expression a mask of perplexity.

“Your habit of burying trauma in humour and friendly ribaldry is toxic to you,” Loki says, very quietly. Barton leans back, his eyes widening slightly. “Go to the cinema with Ms Romanov, Mr Barton. Put this behind you.”

“What, you think you’re too good to be friends with me?”

“Mr Barton,” Loki says, emphatically. “It is precisely the opposite.” Barton walks away from him, and Loki slowly shakes his head.

May 24th, 2012

“Do a hundred more,” Rogers says. Loki is partway to his feet when Rogers gives the order, and Loki sighs, dropping down onto his palms once again and beginning the round of push-ups once again. “What did you tell him?”

“I told him he should stop attempting to be my friend,” Loki says. “He oughtn’t forget what this is.” Rogers’ foot rests against Loki’s shoulder, and he begins to place his weight upon Loki’s back, pressing down with some of his inhuman strength, and the push-ups become marginally more difficult.

“This is your redemption, Loki. Get your head out of your ass and take it.” A shiver runs down Loki’s spine, and he bites it down, focusing on the burn in his arms, the ache in his palms.

May 25th, 2012

“Pietro Maximoff,” the man says, and when he puts out his hand, Loki takes it. “This is my sister, Wanda.”

“Put your magic away,” she says, and Loki gives a small bow of his head, his expression apologetic. His seiðr is normally stretched about him, tendrils comfortably taking in that which can be felt upon the air – enough, for example, to realize that neither twin is as young as they seem to be, to realize that they are older than they seem. She puts out her hand, and Loki takes it, leaning and pressing a kiss to the backs of her fingers, which are a beautiful brown. “You think I’ll be charmed by this?”

“Of course not,” Loki murmurs, and he looks between the two of them, feeling a soft smile come to his face. “But I know royalty when I see it.” Her brown eyes widen, and immediately her brother steps in, his fists clenched at his sides, and Loki reaches for his hand as well, holding it tightly. His blood runs so fast beneath his skin that Loki can feel it like the thrum of a livewire, and Loki looks between the both of them.

“You look like—”

“My father, yes, I know,” Maximoff mutters. So these are two of the children of the mighty Magneto – a king in his own right, Loki thinks, or he would be. Loki can feel the twist and tingle of reality-bending magic around Wanda’s energy, clinging to her skin like stardust. Loki will only have to use their forenames: it is so complicated with twins.

“Joaquin Phoenix,” Loki replies. “Tony Stark had me watch a film that starred him.”

“I don’t watch TV,” he says, lowly. “Nor film.”

“I don’t care for it,” Loki admits. Wanda pulls her hand away, but Pietro doesn’t: he lets his hand remain in Loki’s grip, and Loki leans, brushing his lips across his fingers too. If it shocks him, it doesn’t show on the other man’s face.

“Should I leave you two alone?” Wanda asks, and Loki smiles.

“If he wants you to.” Pietro withdraws his hand, squinting slightly at Loki, and Loki cannot help the way he grins.

May 26th, 2012

“You got another letter,” Tony says. “You want me to give it to you, or are you just gonna burn it again?” Loki hesitates, looking at the envelope in Tony’s hand, and then he takes it, opening up the envelope and looking at the paper within. Fragments of the wax seal cling to his fingernails, but he barely notices as he looks at the two pages, one written in his mother’s careful script, the other in his brother’s ugly scrawl.

He looks between the two of them, feeling his heart pound in his chest.

“You expected three letters?”

“No,” Loki answers. “But I hoped.”

May 27th, 2012

Dearest brother,

Dear Thor,

Thor,

Dearest Thor,

The nib of Loki’s pen crumples beneath the press of Loki’s hand to the page, and Loki sets it aside, then begins reading the Wikipedia article on the previous iterations of the Avengers Initiative. The Maximoffs have been involved before, back in the seventies, and Loki runs his hand through his hair as he reads through the page before him.

Dear Loki, reads the letter open upon Loki’s table, and Loki cannot help the way his gaze is drawn to it. Loki had sent his reply to his mother yesterday, but Thor’s… Brother, pray, know first of all that I forgive you, whole-heartedly, and with all the love I have to hand. Do not doubt that I adore you, even now: I miss you with every day that passes, and I wish only to forge our bond anew.

Loki closes his laptop, closes his eyes, and tips his head toward the ceiling.

“Loki! Am I teaching you how to make this masala or not?” comes a call from down the hall – Rhodes is in the kitchen, waiting for him, and Loki is desperately glad for the distraction.

May 28th, 2012

“Hard, isn’t it?” Maximoff asks across the table.

“What?” Loki asks.

“Having to be a hero when you know you’re not one.” Loki smiles.

“There are similarities between our situations, of course. For example, we both have blue eyes and prominent noses.” Maximoff laughs. There’s something uncanny about the way he moves, perhaps because he is naturally inclined to moving so very fast, because he is slowing himself down for Loki’s benefit, as he does everyone else.

“Pass the salad,” Romanov says, and Loki does.

“You aren’t an Avenger,” Loki murmurs. “You still have a contract with the X-Factor, do you not?”

“You aren’t an Avenger either,” Maximoff replies. “Yet.” Loki smiles.

“No. I’m not.”

May 29th, 2012

Dearest Thor,

I regret my haste in avoiding the first letters yourself and Mother sent to me: I hope you know I did not mean to be uncaring, or unfeeling. I was driven by fear alone, unable to bear glancing at the parchments I thought would condemn me ever more than I already am condemned… And I was wrong to doubt you.

The events of New York, I would tell you— They were not entirely within my control. I would not ask you sympathize with me, for I still made the choice to attack your Avengers, still laid out a plan that would harm your few friends on Earth.

I am safe, brother, and I am well. Captain Rogers treats me well, although he has no obligation to do so, and I feel almost comfortable in my position here. I am not a hero at my core: it does not come naturally to me to be self-sacrificing, to be as you are. And yet my very magic binds me in my bones, makes me become accustomed to my situation in a way I would not without it.

I have always struggled, as you know, in search of happiness. I have seen Angrboða go before me to Hel; I have felt my children taken from me; I have parted ways with Sigyn, after the death of our two boys. I feel ever adrift on a vast ocean, unsinking, with no shore in sight.

Let me be as you are. Let me try.

With all my love, Your brother in bond if not blood, Loki

-----✪-✪-✪-Ⓐ -✪-✪-✪-----

Steve stands in the middle of Central Park, sunglasses balanced on his nose to protect from the glare of the sun. It isn’t as warm as it looks, but Steve just wears a light t-shirt and a pair of shorts, already having done his morning jog. Once again, the young black guy – another soldier, is right in front of him, and he is approaching Steve with a smile on his face.

“Out here making me look bad again, huh?”

“I don’t need to make you look bad,” Steve replies, putting his hand out to shake, his dossier held at his side, and the soldier takes it firm in his own hand. “You do that all on your own.”

“Sam Wilson,” the soldier says, and Steve smiles.

“Steve Rogers.”

“Uh, yeah, I know. You saved New York a month ago?” Steve shrugs his shoulders, feigning a lack of care, and he and Sam then chuckle together, sharing a laugh. Steve watches as Sam pulls his water bottle up to his lips, taking a long drink before he glances at the dossier in Steve’s left hand.

“What’s that? Paperwork?”

“Something like that,” Steve says, and he turns his head. The young man that comes running toward them looks to be in his early twenties, his skin fair, his eyes a soft, sea-green. He’s running fast, and this is his fifteenth lap of the park, but he still hasn’t broken a sweat. Skidding to a stop in front of them, Steve reaches back, grabbing a bottle off the bench and passing it over – the runner takes a short sip, then reaches up, pushing his red hair out of his eyes. “You’re not sweating. Isn’t this hot weather for you?”

“I don’t sweat, Captain Rogers,” the runner replies, and Steve looks down at the folder.

“Did you write that down?”

“Why would I write that down? Is it important that I sweat?”

“Do another lap,” Steve says.

“But I—”

“Go!” Tossing the bottle back to Steve, Loki takes off, and Steve grabs a pen out of pocket, scribbling “doesn’t sweat” at the top of the page he’s on. Loki had passed the dossier onto Steve two days after he’d arrived, handwritten with a fucking index at the back, but the thing is like a damned book, and Steve has barely read halfway through it.

“Training new super soldiers?” Sam asks, his lips quirking into an easy smile, and Steve exhales slowly, shaking his head. They’d decided the day after Loki had touched back down on Earth to keep the situation secret from the public for now – better to have him appear as someone else for now, and to wait until they’d fully catalogued what the guy could or couldn’t do before they put him in the field and started selling him as a guy out for redemption.

“He’s not in the same league as super soldiers,” Steve says, and Sam laughs, clapping him on the shoulder.

“Shit,” Sam says, looking down the trail Loki had taken. “Kid’s giving you a run for your money?” This shouldn’t be part of Steve’s purview right about now. Steve should be chilling out, making a list of the stuff he still needs to learn about this modern new world – like Loki is – and he isn’t. Tony is taking over the Avengers management, and Steve… Steve has his hands full with Loki.

“You have no idea. Doesn’t even realise he’s supposed to be sweating. You know how many laps he’s done?”

“How many?”

“That’s his sixteenth.”

“Jeeze,” Sam says. “How do you—” There’s a loud, crackling bang on the air, sounding heavily on the warm breeze, and Steve’s head whips in the direction of the gunshot. Immediately, he and Sam are running toward it, Sam falling behind as Steve’s comparative speed kicks in, and Steve zones on the sound of a struggle, coming into a wooded area of Central Park and scrambling through some thick bushes.

“I told you to stick to the path!”

“You also told me I had to help people in danger!” Loki snaps back, and he bends his head, his red hair shining in the light that dapples in through the trees above their head. The girl across his lap has deep brown skin and natural hair, a ring through her nose: Loki is carefully pushing her hair aside to work on the wound on the side of her skull. Steve can see that the bullet has glanced off the side of the girl’s head, and he glances around for the shooter, listening for pounding feet.

There are none.

He kneels down beside her, and he stares as Loki weaves his magic into the flesh, rebuilding it before Steve’s eyes, building up the fragmented skull. Loki has his palm tangled in her hair, his gaze focused, but far away, and Steve just wishes he’d had the time to get to the bit in the dossier on Loki’s healing.

“She gonna be okay?”

“She’ll be fine,” Loki answers, and he taps the girl’s face, gently. She stirs, her eyes opening, and she shocks in her place, but he shushes her in a very soft, low voice. “I’m so sorry for shocking you.”

“Eli had a gun, he was gonna— Shit—”

“Sit up carefully,” Loki instructs, and Steve leans back, his hands on his knees as the girl comes up into a sitting position, looking around her wildly. Behind Steve, he feels Sam’s steps come up behind him, but Steve doesn’t even need to put up a hand to stop for him to get the message.

“What happened? Where is he? He was waving this gun around, talking about… Shit, I don’t even know…” She trails off, and Steve watches the way Loki’s hand settles on her arm.

“He ran,” Loki murmurs. “What’s your name?”

“Vanessa,” she says. She’s breathing heavily, and for the first time, she turns to look at Steve. Her lips part, her eyes widening slightly.

“You fainted,” Loki murmurs quietly. “It’s an understandable reaction – when we’re given a big shock, sometimes our vagus nerve, which connects our lungs and heart to our brain, is prompted by the sudden change in blood pressure, and we lose consciousness in a fainting spell. Your lovely hair cushioned the blow quite nicely.” Despite the shock of the situation, Steve can see Vanessa’s lips twitch, and she smiles.

“You saved me. I remember— He was about to pull the trigger.”

“Just happenstance, I fear,” Loki says mildly, patting her shoulder once more. “Very lucky, too – he might have shot you.” Standing, he offers her his hand to help her up, and she lets out a short, nervous sound. “You should call someone. Your mother – a family member. You oughtn’t be alone.”

“Yeah, I, I’ll call my mom. Thanks, uh— What’s your name?”

“Hamish,” Loki says smoothly. “Have a good day, Vanessa. Stay safe.” It doesn’t look exactly like she wants to go – Steve can see the curiosity on her face, the way she wants to linger, but the way Loki suggests stuff, it comes across as… Not an imperative, but a push, at least, and Steve has to wonder if there is magic in the words themselves. Steve can see Vanessa tap a number into her phone and hold it to her ear as she keeps on walking, and Loki sits back on his heels.

“Hamish, huh?” Sam says. “What, you English?”

“Samuel, is it? Who are you, the son of Hannah?”

“Don’t get nasty with strangers,” Steve mutters under his breath, knowing Loki will hear him, and Loki closes his mouth shut, crossing his arms over his chest. “And don’t use the Bible to do it, people will think you’re some crazy church guy.”

“Nah, my mom was called Deborah. I’m the son of Paul, though,” Sam says, not seeming too offended, and he puts his hand out to shake. Loki takes it, politely. “Guy ran off?”

“No,” Loki replies, and he glances to Steve, asking silent permission. Praying Loki isn’t going to show them a body, Steve nods his head. Loki takes a few more steps away from them, reaching into some thick hawthorn bushes, and he drags out the guy inside. Eli, a white boy with a California tan, is out cold, and in pulling him out from the bushes, Loki has caught his forehead on the hawthorn – a thin trickle of blood is coming away from his brow. Loki frowns, reaching down to heal it, but Steve catches his arm, giving a slow shake of his head.

“We’ll take him to the station,” Steve says, and Loki reaches into the bushes, using a handkerchief to hold the gun.

“Glock,” Loki says.

“Very good,” Steve says, then looks at Loki expectantly, arching his eyebrows. Loki looks between Steve and Sam once again, and Steve says, “It’s fine. Tell me what it is.”

“It’s a fourth-generation Glock 17. Magazine capacity of 17, and it’s a semi-automatic handgun, popular with law enforcement… No serial number: it’s been scratched off.”

“What rounds does it take?�� Sam asks.

“9 by 19mm rounds – Parabellum. One of the most popular rounds in the world, actually, particularly for military use – it was designed by Georg Luger in 1902 and the name actually derives from the Latin: si vas pacem, para bellum: if you seek peace, prepare for war. I was just reading last night—” Christ, the man takes in information like a sponge. Tony had shown him Wikipedia in the first week he was here, and the guy just takes in page after page of information – seemingly to memorise it.

“That’s enough,” Steve says, and Loki does.

“You in the army?” Sam asks.

“Goodness no,” Loki replies, and when Steve stares at him, he amends, unconvincingly, “I’ve not the wherewithal for such hardship.”

“I’ll see you, Sam,” Steve says, and Sam presses a piece of paper into his hand – a phone number. “You picking me up?”

“Not without a little more benchwork,” Sam replies: Steve half grins, despite himself, and Sam gives him a mock salute as he heads off, and Steve can’t help but watch him go. Then, he turns his head: Loki’s lips are twisted in a sour scowl, and he stares down at the man prone on the ground before them.

“I wasn’t expecting this situation, Captain Rogers,” Loki murmurs quietly. A little apprehension shows on the pale face of Hamish Adams, and Loki adds, “She let out a sort of half-scream, but his hand had clapped over her mouth – if I hadn’t stepped in, she surely would have—”

“You don’t have to justify it,” Steve says. “You made the right call. Did he see anything?”

“No, I came up behind them. My reflexes weren’t quite fast enough, but any slower and the bullet—”

“Yeah, I get you,” Steve says. “Let’s go.”

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“Where’ve you been?” Tony asks, and Bruce sighs, slowly sinking into the mesh chair across from Tony. They’re at a Jewish deli Happy had recommended, and Tony pushes the cup of coffee waiting for Bruce across the table to him, watching the other man take the drink and take a long, slow sip. Bruce is dressed in a green shirt, and Tony is dressed in slacks and a t-shirt, his sunglasses hiding a good amount of his face from view as he leans back in the seat.

“The police station, and then Avengers Tower,” Bruce murmurs. “Steve needed to stick around and give more statements, but he wanted someone to walk Loki back to the Tower, and Clint wouldn’t do it.”

“You blame him?” Clint is avoiding Loki entirely now, barely even looking at the guy if it can be avoided, and Tony only vaguely knows what the Hell passed between them.

“No,” Bruce replies. “I was kinda apprehensive, if I’m honest.”

“What did you talk about?” Tony asks, and Bruce runs his fingers through his hair, its waves giving way under his hand. “Let me guess. He didn’t say a word.”

“No, no, he did,” Bruce says, shaking his head. “Told me the whole story. He was jogging in the park – Steve’s getting him to do laps – and as he hears this shout of surprise, some girl crying out. So he busts through the bushes, and sees this guy, her boyfriend – Eli Henderson – with a Glock in his hand, ready to shoot this poor girl’s brains out. Turns out this guy thought she was having sex with her psych professor, and was ready to kill her over it – completely unfounded, apparently – and Loki stepped in. Caught the gun out of the guy’s hand just as he was shooting, so that the bullet just grazed her instead of going right through her face, knocked Henderson out…” Bruce rubs his temples, slowly shaking his head. “I dunno. Something just doesn’t sit right with me about the whole thing.”

“What do you mean?” Tony asks, and Bruce sighs.

“Steve was glad. Excited, even – Loki stepped in and saved somebody without a thought. But Loki, God, the guy might as well be telling me about a Wiki article he read. It’s like it doesn’t matter to him at all. I’m not expecting him to be Mr Fantastic overnight, but…” Bruce trails off, and he pushes his glasses up his nose. Tony can see the calmness in him, the surprising ease with which he conducts himself – this isn’t a guy frightened of unleashing the Hulk at any second. Not right now, anyway. “I keep forgetting he’s an alien.”

“Me too,” Tony murmurs. “You think it’s ever gonna work? Him as one of us?”

“I don’t know,” Bruce says, tapping his fingers against the desk. “You and Steve are working out a whole initiative, right? Some of the local heroes… I heard you were gonna poach some of the X-Men. What, the Maximoffs aren’t enough for you?”

“We only have one of the Maximoffs, and… It’s not poaching if they come to us,” Tony replies, and Bruce grins.

“You sound like Jen,” Bruce says, and Tony gasps woundedly, putting his hand over the Arc Reactor dully shining from beneath his shirt.

“Me? Sounding like a lawyer? That’s a horrible thing to say.” Tony frowns. “Wait, no, she’s also your cousin, and that’s even worse. I don’t want to be related to you.”

“Worried you’ll turn green?”

“Worried I’ll turn nerdy.” Bruce laughs, showing all of his teeth, and Tony smiles to see him smile. “I’ll talk to him, Bruce. See… What’s up.”

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Loki sits in the corner of the common room, sitting straight-backed on a dining chair, his feet planted on the ground, his gaze on his laptop screen. It’s incredible, Tony thinks, how quickly he’s picked it up – his fingers flash across the keys as if he’s been touch-typing for years, and as he reads page after page he takes careful notes in a leather-bound diary, his pen (we’re past the quill, now, huh?) leaving curving lines over the parchment. He sits right next to the wide windows – Tony’s noticed he seems to be drawn to spaces where he can survey a lot at once, like a damned cat.

“You can have an armchair, you know,” Tony calls as he comes into the common room, his hands in his pockets, his head tilted slightly to the side. Loki looks up from the laptop, his lips parting. “Or the couch. Maybe a beanbag.”

“Beanbag,” Loki repeats, and Tony watches his fingers flash across the keys, press Enter… Loki’s face is a mask of disapproval. “That seems very undignified.”

“That’s life on Earth for ya, your highness. It’s indignity all the way to the top.”

“I’m not a prince any more, Mr Stark,” Loki replies evenly. Tony wonders if there will come a point where Loki calls any of them by their first names, or if they’re going to eternally be “Captain Rogers,” “Mr Stark” and “Doctor Banner.” He looks back to his laptop, then turns his head sidelong, his gaze settling on Tony’s face. “Have you need of me?”

“Wanted to ask how your day went,” Tony replies, mildly. “Bruce says you got into the hero business a little early.”

“Oh, that,” Loki says dismissively, and he stands from the chair, setting his laptop and his notebook aside. He wears a tight-fitting, light blue shirt that’s open at the collar, paired with black trousers that are tight at his hips and calves, and his hair is tied messily in a loose bun. Tony’ll give it to him – the guy blends into the New York Streets so easily that even with the exact same face he wore to pulverize the city a month ago, nobody notices him. “I was obeying orders.”

“You didn’t have to save that girl,” Tony says. “Didn’t have to knock the guy out so Steve could take him to the cops. Didn’t have to do any of it.”

“Fourteen days ago, Captain Rogers: if you see someone in immediate danger, and there’s not enough time to tell someone else, step in. Save them if you can. Nineteen days ago, Captain Rogers: don’t kill anybody, but knock someone peacefully out if they’re getting violent. Eight days ago, you: you’re meant to be a hero, now, Loki, and you can’t just stand by if someone’s getting hurt.” Tony stares at him, and Loki stares back.

“Well,” he says, trying to grab at something to say in response to that, “Didn’t it feel good?”

“What?”

“You saved her,” Tony says. “You saved that girl’s life. Doesn’t that make you feel good?” Loki tilts his head to the side, seeming to consider the thought. Jesus, he is alien sometimes. He’s almost robotic, the way he thinks about this simple question, but Tony isn’t gonna hold that against him.

“No,” he says. “I don’t feel anything about it. She wasn’t important.”

“Of course she was important,” Tony says, reaching out and touching the side of Loki’s arm, and Loki looks down at the touch of his hand as if Tony is poking him with a stick, but Tony powers through. “Listen, Loki, that kid is gonna live a long life, live happily, all because you didn’t let that stupid kid murder her just ‘cause he could.”

“Long life?” Loki lets out a derisive sound. He curls his lip in obvious disgust, and he crosses his arms tightly over his chest.

“Well, not by your standards, sure, but by hers,” Tony says, trying to be patient, but Loki cuts him off before he can say anything.

“No, she isn’t,” Loki retorts.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Brain tumour. Occipital lobe. I would estimate a life expectancy of six months, at most.” Loki’s voice is cold, clinical, and Tony stares at him, unable to say anything at all. Loki clenches his fists at his side, setting his jaw. “What was the point of it? What’s the point of saving her if she’s going to die anyway?”

“It’s okay,” Tony says softly, and Loki’s gaze becomes fiery, his breathing heavy.

“You think I care? About that pathetic little girl, I could—”

“It’s okay,” Tony repeats, and he puts both of his hands on Loki’s shoulders, holding him tightly in place. “Calm down.”

“I am calm!” Loki growls, and Tony tightens his grip as he feels Loki’s shoulders shake, holding him in his place. Loki trembles visibly, his breaths coming fast and heavy, and he sets his jaw. “I’m going to be—” Tony is already stepping aside, and Loki’s light lunch spatters loudly into the pail he conjures from the air at large. Jesus Christ. Where’s Steve when you need him?

“You okay?” Clint asks from the doorway, and Tony gives the other guy a nix motion, shaking his head and drawing his hand over his neck, but Clint ignores him, his eagle-eyed gaze on Loki. His whole body convulses as he gags, and when he finally stops, the bucket bleeding away from his hands like a hologram deconstructing, his face is a chalky white. “What happened?”

Loki says nothing. Stares down at the carpet of the little room, and then walks away. Tony heads over to the other side of the room, closing his laptop and putting his notebook on top of it, ready to take them back into Loki’s room.

“Is he sick again?” Clint asks, and Tony shakes his head. He turns to look at Clint, pressing his lips together for a moment, and Tony reaches out, touching Clint’s shoulder. “Not more allergies?”

“You hear he saved that kid?”

“Yeah.”

“She’s dying.” Barton lets out a low sound, shaking his head, and he runs his hand through his blond hair.

“Shit, man. That’s rough. He tell her?”

“No, I don’t think so,” Tony mutters. “We’ll leave him for a while. Let him… Chill. You and him, what’s up with that?” Clint sighs.

“He says I’m prone to self-sabotage.”

“Your therapist agrees, right?”

“I don’t have a therapist.”

“You probably should, buddy.”

“I’ll go if you will,” Clint replies, and Tony laughs.

“You got me, Legolas. Let’s stay unhealthy together.” Clint puts up one first, and Tony – almost without thinking – bumps his own against it. Doesn’t play well with others, Tony’s ass.

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When Steve enters Loki’s bedroom, Loki is on the floor in front of his window, his head between his legs, his fingers interlocked against the back of his skull, palms beneath his ears. “Rhodey teach you the brace position?”

“Get out.”

“Yeah, I’ll go where I want,” Steve replies, kicking the door shut behind him. “Vanessa Pearson has a brain tumour?”

“Mmm.”

“And you want us to feel sorry for you?” Loki’s head pops up from between his knees, his pale, chalky face a mask of anger.

“What? No, I—”

“Then walk it the Hell off!” Steve says, and Loki stands, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. “You listen to me, and you listen to me now. You don’t get to decide how long people live. You get a chance to save somebody, you’re gonna take it, and you’re gonna smile about it afterwards.”

“I—”

“Smile,” Steve orders, and Steve feels his stomach turn as Loki’s lips curve into a smile, his teeth showing, his thin lips pink in the light. The smile doesn’t reach his eyes, which are full of rage, and Steve says, lowering his voice, “You aren’t a god any more, Loki. You do the job, you get it done, and that’s enough. You hear me? That’s all you can do.”

“But if it doesn’t matter—”

“Loki, it does matter,” Steve interrupts him. “Six months doesn’t mean anything to you – you have millennia behind you, and I bet you the days feel like nothing to you. But to her? To that girl? They could mean everything. You don’t kill people any more, okay? And if you have the chance to save somebody and you don’t take it, you may as well be killing them. You can stop smiling.” The expression bleeds from Loki’s face, and Loki reaches up, tracing the curve of his own lips. “I’m not gonna order you to feel good, Loki, but I could. Do you understand me?”

Loki’s smile comes back. It’s the barest ghost of an expression, and he takes a slow step forward, closing the space between the two of them, and his eyes are alight with energy.

“What?”

“I’ve suddenly found some respect for you,” Loki murmurs.

“Suddenly, huh?” Loki is too close. He’s barely an inch or two in front of Steve, now, so close that Steve can smell the subtle cologne he’s started using, so close that Steve should be able to smell the vomit on his breath, but obviously Loki has washed his mouth out. Probably did it before he lay down on the ground like this. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Are you going to call him?” Loki asks. His eyes shift slightly as they search Steve’s face for some sort of response. “Steve?”

“You think I shouldn’t?”

“He’s certainly handsome,” Loki murmurs.

“Not what I asked.” Loki’s lips part, and he leans in, leans closer, until his lips brush against Steve’s, and Loki’s mouth is as cold as ice, coming against Steve’s own skin like he’s just chilled them on something first. Steve feels a tingle start in the base of his spine, but he keeps his expression completely impassive, looking Loki right in the face. Hesitation might not be in Loki’s nature, but it shows on his face now.

“May I?” he asks in a whisper.

“You asking me as a friend, or as your commanding officer?”

“We’re not friends,” Loki says, seemingly reflexively, and Steve begins to walk away, putting his hand on the door – he expects Loki to protest, expects him to say something else, or chase after him, grab him, even. He doesn’t.

“You’re right,” Steve says, and he closes the door behind him.

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Loki stands in his bedroom, his arms held loosely in front of his chest, his gaze focused on the door. His mouth is dryer than it ought be, and the room feels uncomfortably hot, clinging to his skin, needling at it.

Loki climbs onto his bed, and he tastes the rejection and the power Rogers had wielded over him at once. Vanessa Pearson couldn’t be further from his mind.

#steve rogers x loki #loki x steve rogers #marvel #mcu #fanfic #dictionary writes #LISTEN #this AU is killing me

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Name: Clint Gardner

Gender: Male

Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Heterosexual/romantic

Age: 35

Birth Date: 12/22/1982

Occupation: Chef

Height: 5ft 9in or 175.26cm

Personality: He is very indifferent, gruff, cold, sarcastic, and only likes to show annoyance and dry humor but has a soft spot (c'mon almost everyone does). Clint is also pretty submissive and calm. He’s not willing to let people into his life and has problems forming and keeping relationships.

Motivations: Teaching his young apprentice and not getting too close to her.

Current Goal: None

Life Goal: None

Motto: Don’t get too attached to others.

Best Quality: His calm attitude.

Worst Quality: His tendency to push people away.

Fears: Losing someone he cares for and being overemotional.

Hobbies: Cooking, watching TV, and exercising.

Talents: He has a nice singing voice (which he never uses).

Skills: His culinary abilities and his thumbs are double jointed.

Alignment: True Neutral

Family: Paul Gardner (dad), Bonnie Gardner (mom), Robin Gardner (older brother), Dennis Gardner (younger brother), and Zeke Gardner (youngest brother).

Best Friends: Padmavati Akal, or for short Pad (school friend, he may have feelings for), Eliza Mills, (friendly bar patron), and Dean Hetcher (college friend).

Relationship Status: Single

Other Relationships: Molly Helm (cooking apprentice)

Secret: He did illegal things for Dennis that he regrets very much.

Influential Memory: His brother’s “friends” holding him at gunpoint.

Crush: Pad Akal

Source of Embarrassment: Molly trying to embarrass him in public when they go grocery shopping or something like that.

Backstory: Clint grew up in low middle class with his soulful mother, busy father, and 3 brothers. He was second born and unlike his rambunctious brothers he stayed in the house for his mother’s sake since she was so busy and helped her with the cooking and cleaning. His oldest and youngest brother occupied themselves with sports while his 2nd youngest brother started doing shady stuff. Once Clint turned 16 and earned his drivers license, Dennis used this as an advantage.

Telling Clint that he needed to go to sports practice or a friend’s house, Clint unknowingly drove him to the places he needed to transport his “goods”. It didn’t take long for Clint to grow suspicious and after he dropped Dennis off he decided to follow him. On his little investigation he ran into the people who were dealing the drugs, who of course threatened him with a knife as soon as they saw someone they didn’t recognize. He was outnumbered 3 against 1 and there wasn’t too much hope for him until his brother showed up and resolved the conflict. Clint was ready to snitch on Dennis when they got back but then his brother rebuked saying that Clint owed him for saving his life.

He still didn’t care and when he was about to tell their parents, Dennis threatened him by saying that he’d send his “friends” after him if he didn’t keep his trap shut. So Clint went along driving his brother serving him as his own personal getaway driver, this went on for years. Three years later, Clint had just dropped Dennis off at his location and was waiting for him to return. While waiting he received a frantic phone call from his little brother saying that he was attacked and was being chased.

He quickly ran out of the car and down the street into an alleyway. At the entrance there was a black plastic bag with the words “IMPORTANT” written on it with silver sharpie. He picked it up and creeped in deeper. Two men appeared at the end of they alley seeming to be expecting someone, they demanded for the bag and Clint held it back asking why they wanted it. They pulled out their guns and ordered him to give them the bag which he did as directed. The bag however didn’t have what they wanted and they grew more violent. This was a problem for Clint but luckily he learned from his last problem like this and threw a crowbar at them which he found lying on the ground.

Clint managed to fight them off and get away. He called his brother on the phone, furious, and found out that his brother planted the bag there so he had time to get away from the dealers with the drugs. Clint finally went to authority and the two men were arrested but Dennis was nowhere to be found. He cut whatever ties that were left with his brother, though Dennis’ gang would still remember Clint and some unfinished business they’ve had before.

After all that drama Clint tried to go to college but never finished it, so instead he settled as a sous chef (later head chef) in a restaurant right in the center of the city.

Fast forward 14 years…

Clint, now 35, is living alone in an apartment as a head chef. He drives his motorcycle to work in wind, rain, or snow every week having no dreams, goals, or motivations. On a seemingly normal and boring day, the restaurant manager came up to Clint and dropped the bomb that he’d be mentoring an aspiring chef. Aaaaand he wasn’t too happy about it and became even less enthusiastic when he met her in person. An annoying, goofy, but albeit charming 14 year old girl also known as Molly.

Clint’s school friend Pad was Molly’s nanny/babysitter and recommended for her to go under his apprenticeship after she was failing in school. Molly is always trying to get under Clint’s skin but he proves resistant which only drives her more to get his attention. Little does she know that Clint actually starts to soften towards her, but he keeps it hidden and tries everything in his willpower not to get attached.

(I’m planning on making a profile for Molly soon so watch out for that!)

Hello izzyeast13!

Thanks for sharing Clint with us! The critique will be under the cut.

I feel like you have a really good handle on Clint! You manage to make him feel realistic instead of being a bit too one-note, so I applaud you on that! I do have some notes though for various parts of the profile.

Even though having a picture of your character is great, I would still try and have a written physical description of what Clint should look like that is a bit more thorough than just listing his height. And appearance can also help us learn about his personality! Is he often slouching, leaning up against a wall and isolating himself? Or is he just aloof to what’s going on around him? Also, his clothing, hair, and general grooming habits can tell us a lot about how he wants people to see or approach him. Is Clint usually a very neat person? or is he unkempt and just rolled out of bed when he gets to work? These sorts of additions can tell us a lot about who Clint is.

I think you have a good start with Clint’s personality, but it’s strange to me that he has absolutely no goals in life. On a moment-to-moment basis, most people have something that they are striving towards, even if it’s as simple as paying the rent and having a roof over your head. For Clint, could a goal in life be to get enough money tucked away to go to some isolated island somewhere where he doesn’t have to talk to people? Could his goal just to be to keep his head down? Even if the goal isn’t big or positive, characters should have a desire to do something, especially protagonists, since they are the engine driving your story.

Also, I think I would extrapolate a bit on Clint’s fears. With the backstory you’ve provided, it doesn’t make sense that he’s afraid of losing someone he cares about–as he seems to have more anger towards that situation than regret. Maybe review your backstory and see whether there is something that fits in a bit better with how Clint was impacted by the events of his young-adult life.

As far as his relationships go, I would give a bit more information about his current relationship with his family. How was he affected by the fragmented relationship with his brother Dennis, and what did that do to his relationships with his parents and his other brothers? With a bit more development here, I feel like this could tie in better with the limited fear section that you have provided.

Similarly, with the friends section–since Clint is a person who doesn’t seem to connect with people much–how did these people affect Clint’s personality? While it appears that he is withdrawn and desires not to get attached, why does he like people like Pad and Dean? Are there certain qualities that he opens up for? And if so is that the same sort of characteristics that allow him to begin opening up to Molly?

For Clint’s backstory–I would like to know less about the actual minute-to-minute events of how the backstory happened–that could just be wrapped up as Dennis, his younger brother, dragged him into a number of perilous situations with his shady drug dealing buds. I’m more interested in what happened between the years of 17 and 34. How does his run-in with criminal activity affect him? How did this change or alter his personality to what it is today? Why would this have made college difficult for him, if that is the reason, and why would this render him to having no motivations or goals in life? I feel like this all needs some exploring.

Let me know if you have any questions and good luck with Clint! - Choco

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