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gladdygirl18 · 4 years ago

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Holiday Laughs and Cheer

This was requested by @ticklefiend26. Thx so much 4 the suggestion! I had a blast writing this! Happy Holidays!

Summary: This will be Peter’s first Christmas with the Avengers and another Christmas without his Uncle Ben, so he was kind of feeling a little low on Christmas spirit. Being the father-figure he is, Tony knew exactly how to cheer up the young web-slinging hero.

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The Holiday season is finally here. The time for caroling, decorating trees, playing in the snow, and most importantly, spending time with family. The Avengers family is no exception. The Avengers look forward to this time every year. Everyone comes to the facility a week before Christmas to decorate the facility and the tree, buy gifts, and to simply be with one another. Clint, Steve, Natasha, Bruce, and Bucky are on cooking duty. Thor, Rhodey, Tony, Wanda, and Sam are on decorating duty.

Carol couldn’t make it because there was an emergency on another planet, even though she would’ve loved to sing Christmas carols (pun intended); Scott would’ve love to come, but he wanted to spend Christmas with Cassie since he couldn’t for 5 years; T’Challa had a kingdom to rule. There was one Avenger who couldn’t wait to spend Christmas with his teammates, and that was young Peter Parker. Yes, young Peter has been looking forward to this time ever since January. Peter loved everything about the holidays.

However, Peter wasn’t... Peter this time around. He had agreed to help Tony and the others decorate the facility and the tree, but he’s been cooped up in his room all day. No one knows what's eating him and preventing him from leaving his room. The others started to grow worried.

“Where’s the kid? He said he’d help out, and it’s 4 in the afternoon.” Sam asked.

“I have no idea.” Bucky said.

The Falcon looked at the others and they just shrugged their shoulders. Tony let out a sigh and set down a half-wrapped present. Standing up, he cleared his throat and started to leave the room.

“Where are you going, Tony?” Clint asked.

“To look for the kid and make sure he’s all right.” Tony said, leaving the room.

Once Tony was gone, the others looked at one another with faces of concern and worry. When Tony made it to Peter’s room, he knocked on the door and waited for an answer. Nothing. Tony knocked once more. Still nothing. Turning the doorknob, he pushed the door open and was met with a dim-lit room. Scanning the room, Tony saw his protégé laying on his side, his back facing him. Tony breathed out and walked up to the young Avenger.

“Peter...?” Tony asked, shaking the kid’s shoulder.

The kid moaned and shrugged off his mentor’s hand.

“Peter, what’s wrong? You haven’t left your room all day. Everyone’s worried about you; I’m worried about you... Talk to me...” Tony said, sitting on the teen’s bed.

Peter sighed and quickly wiped away the tears that started to form.

“I miss him...” Peter said.

Tony pulled away, wondering who Peter could be talking about.

“Who? Ned? You two talk more than Steve, Sam, and Bucky when they get into an argument.” Tony joked.

Peter didn’t even react to joke. Tony frowned at his failed attempt to brighten the teen’s spirit.

“My Uncle Ben...” Peter muttered.

Tony’s concerned expression quickly turned to a look sympathy. Tony knew good and well about what happened to his uncle, and to not have him during this time of year, again, must be hard. For a short time, Tony felt this way when his parents were killed. Now, he has a new family to call his own, and every day, Tony and the others always try to remind Peter that he is not alone; that he has a place; that he has a home; that he has a family. Now, more than ever, Peter needed this family.

“I know how you feel kid, and I’m sorry. Really, I am.” Tony said, placing a hand on the kid’s shoulder.

Peter breathed out a sigh and shifted his position to get more comfortable. Tony hated seeing him like this. If anything, when it was either him or one of the others, whenever they were upset, just Peter being in their presence will make them smile and forget why they were in a foul mood. Now, it was Tony’s turn to turn this teen’s frown upside-down. Luckily, Tony knew exactly how to do that. He just needed to bait the kid in.

“C’mon, kid. Don’t you wanna help us decorate this place. We could really use your help when it comes to hanging certain decorations,” Tony said.

“Thanks, but no thanks, Mr. Stark... I would like to be left alone if that’s all right with you...” Peter said, his voice sounding so sad.

“No, I’m not all right with that... I’ll give you a choice: you either leave this room smiling and help out the others and I, or do I have to make you smile and leave?”

Peter glanced at his mentor and rolled his eyes with a scoff.

“Do your worst...” Peter challenged tiredly.

Tony couldn’t help but smile at Peter’s sassiness. Cracking his knuckles, Tony started poking around the teen’s sides. Peter breathed in sharp and shifted away from Tony’s fingers. Seeing that the kid wasn’t going to crack, Tony started digging his into the kid’s side. Peter buried his face into the pillow he was clutching, all while letting out adorable giggles.

“Mr. Stahahahahark! Stohohop!” Peter said, his words muffled.

“Sorry, kid. Did you say something? I can’t quite understand you.” Tony said, inching his fingers towards Peter’s belly.

Peter squealed and his giggles started becoming louder.

“Honestly, Pete. I really can’t tell if you’re laughing or crying right now.” Tony said with a smug-eating smirk.

Once Tony’s fingers found Peter’s belly, Peter rolled over on his belly to stop the tickling, only trapping Tony’s hand underneath him.

“Bad move, kid...” Tony said.

Taking advantage, Tony straddled the kid and started attacking the kid’s torso. Peter bucked and thrashed, all while producing his signature giggles. At this point, the pillow Peter was clutching was already off the bed.

“Mr. Stahahahahahahark! Plehehehehehehease stohohohohop!” Peter cried.

“No way, mister. I’m gonna make sure that smile of yours is plastered on your face for the rest of the evening while you’re helping out.” Tony said, kneading the kid’s hip bone.

Peter yelped and tried to buck Tony off.

“That feheheheheheels sohoho weird! Stohohop ihihit!” Peter begged.

“Are you gonna leave this dreadful room and come join me and the others?” Tony asked.

When Peter didn’t answer, Tony took his silence as a no. Sighing, Tony stopped his assault and looked down at the young hero.

“Didn’t want to have to do this to you, kid, but you leave me no choice.” Tony said.

Peter panted as he glanced up at his mentor.

“W-Whahahat can behehe worse thahan tickling?” Peter asked, giggles escaping his lips.

Tony smirked and was able to flip the kid around on his back.

“I think you know...” Tony said.

Peter sighed and shook his head tiredly. That’s when Peter let out a loud shriek before letting out gales of precious laughter.

“NOHOHOHO! NOHOHOT MY ARMPIHIHIHIHITS! STAHAHAHAP!” Peter cried.

“Sorry, Pete, but it’s for your own good.” Tony said as he clawed at the kid’s armpits.

Peter thrashed all around the bed trying to escape, but his laughter was making him weak.

“MR. STAHAHAHARK! PLEHEHEHEASE!” Peter begged.

“Ah-ah-ah. No can do, Spiderman. I wanna hear you say that you’ll spend time with the others and I. Say that, and I’ll stop,” Tony said.

“IHIHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHAHAN’T!”

“Why’s that now?”

“BEHEHECAHAHAUSE!”

“Because what?”

When Peter didn’t answer, Tony slipped his fingers through Peter’s T-shirt sleeves and started attacking the flesh underneath. Peter fell limp with laughter. He didn’t even have the strength to thrash around.

“STAHAHAHAHAP! PLEHEHEHEHEASE! NOHOHO MOHOHOHOHORE!” Peter begged.

“Did you say you wanted more? Well, since you asked so nicely...” Tony said.

Dipping his head down, Tony blew a huge raspberry on Peter’s belly that had been exposed due to the thrashing. Peter gave a wild buck and let out a new stream of laughter, his face turning a bright red.

“NAHAHAHA! THAT’S NOT FAHAHAHAIR! STAHAHAHAP IT!” Peter said.

“Kid, when it comes to tickling, anything and everything is fair.” Tony said before letting loose another raspberry.

Peter flopped around like a fish out of water. If Tony didn’t stop, he was surely going to pass out. Peter soon realized why Tony was really tickling him. Not only was he cheering him up, but he was also reminding him that even when he feels alone, the Avengers, his family, was there for him, day, and night.

“OKAY, OKAHAHAHAHAHAY! I’LL HEHEHEHEHELP! JUST STAHAHAHAP!” Peter laughed.

“You promise...?” Tony asked, clawing at the armpit flesh.

Peter threw his head back and let out a new stream of laughter that was louder than the last. Now this was the Peter Parker Tony had grown to know and love. Smiling and laughing without a care in the world. Seeing him frowning and crying, it just didn’t sit right with him or any of the other Avengers.

“YEHEHEHEHES! OH, GOHOHOHOD YEHEHEHES! I PROHOHOHOMISE! JUST STAHAHAHAP! I CAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAHAKE IHIHIT!” Peter cried.

Tony released one more raspberry before stopping completely. Tony hopped off Peter and started down at his smiling and panting protégé. Chuckling, Tony opened the door and looked back at the kid.

“You have five minutes. Otherwise, I’ll come back with Sam, Bucky, and Clint.” Tony warned before leaving the room.

Peter sat up and panted, wiping the sweat from his brow. Looking up, he smiled with a tear in his eye.

“Happy Holidays, Uncle Ben...” he said softly.

Wiping away the tears, Peter freshened up before heading into the common room. When he arrived, he saw Rhodey struggling to get a decoration on the ceiling. Smiling, Peter walked over to help.

“Let me.” Peter said.

Rhodey smiled down at the teen and gave him the decoration. Flipping on the ceiling, Peter was able to hang the decoration and hold it in place with his webbing.

“Thanks, kid.” Rhodey said.

Peter gave War Machine a quick salute before coming down from the ceiling. Walking into the common room, Peter began helping the others, just like he said he would.

“So, what did you tell him to get out?” Bucky asked.

“If he didn’t get his lazy butt out of bed, I would’ve called you, Sam, and Clint for help.” Tony said with a wink.

Bucky looked at the kid who was helping Wanda hanging ornaments on the tree and smiled.

“I’m still willing to help...” Bucky said with a sly grin.

One thing’s for sure, whether you feel like you’re alone, you will always have your family for support. Peter had forgotten that, but thanks to Tony, he remembered that he has this amazing family will never leave him.

✨🎄🎁From my family to yours, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!🎁🎄✨

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wordynerdygurl · 4 years ago

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Sticky, Sweet

Author’s Note: I’m so pleased to tell you that this is the first of my 1000 Followers Requests! Again, how do 1000 people like me enough to read my words? I don’t know!! But I love you all! Also, bless my beta - @sammy-jo1977 ... she lets me drag her to hell and back, and goes willingly. Lots of Love, lady! Pairing: Loki x Female Reader, appearances from many of the Avengers Tower residents Summary: This was requested by the amazing, adorable and always supportive @alexakeyloveloki ... As I hit my milestone, she was having a birthday, and this, I hope will be a gift she’ll enjoy. You deserve it girl! The request was: One with Loki and a Curvy Reader where she works in the Tower, maybe the canteen, and people are mean to her and Loki likes her for some odd reason and... smut ensues. I did make some changes, but I hope you’ll enjoy it either way, @alexakeyloveloki !! Warnings: This one might give you a toothache! There’s smut, but it’s sweet!

“Uh, yes. Might I trouble you for a chocolate croissant and… a cappuccino, large, please.”

You knew the owner of that voice without raising your eyes. Today he was wearing charcoal grey slacks with straight creases all the way down. A shirt, starched, bright white, with rolled back sleeves revealing the articulate length of his forearms. All of his dark locks were gathered over his open collar in a low man bun, which is something you had laughed at other men for doing. Somehow, the tall, trim man in front of you was making it work in a way that made your mouth water.

Flashing him a megawatt smile, full of promise, “My pleasure! Is there anything else I can get for you?”

“No. Thank you, though.”, warm and caramel sweet, his response made you melt.

Clearing your throat, struggling to maintain some sense of composure, “A name… for the order?”

“Loki… that’s L, O, K, I…”, his own grin widening at the request.

You knew his name. He’d been coming to your little dessert cart for months now and every time you asked, just like you did for all of your customers. And each time he spelled out the letters for you, as if you were taking his order for the first time. Handing back change only for him to drop it into the tip jar, you let your eyes linger over Loki just a moment more, enjoying the view.

Most of the visitors to Avengers Tower paid you little to no attention. Outside of offering a cup of joe and a giant cookie, you had no bearing on the day to day business of the super hero syndicate, and that was just fine by you. Everyone else? They all had important things to do. Meetings and appointments were near constant as apparently saving the world took a lot of planning. And, thankfully, a lot of coffee, danish and muffins.

Of all your customers, the actual, swear to God heroes were the most colorful. They were also the most loyal of your clients, stopping in at least daily, although, there were occasions where you would see Wanda two or three times in a day. Especially if you had made those little mille-feuille stacks that reminded her of home.

Thor would buy out your stash of jelly donuts, to the chagrin of the office workers in line behind him, but then divvy them up as a way of apologizing. Ms. Romanoff had a tendency to whisper her order, lest anyone realize her secret desire for a sinfully sweet White Chocolate Mocha with whipped cream. Captain Rogers? His routine was the most straight-forward. Black coffee, ma’am, Blueberry muffin, thank you so much.

Loki, from the start, had been different. Unlike Mr. Stark, Loki looked you in the eye when placing his order. He never seemed distracted by the technology buzzing around or the high ranking officials clustered in these hallowed halls. Loki also didn’t order 12 shots of espresso, steamed skim milk, no foam, and one donut hole. No, that was Tony to a t.

But Loki? This giant guy, with broad shoulders and narrow hips, always ordered your daily special. Frilly pink cupcakes, jam filled eclairs, fruity hand pies, Loki had tasted them all. And he still turned up, day after day, eager and kind. That had to mean something, right?

Honestly, it was the pinnacle of your day when, looking up from the grinder, you’d see him towering majestically over the office drones all in a row. Knowing that smooth voice would soon be speaking to you, even if it was just to get a snack on the run, was almost enough. Almost.

Letting your gaze linger after Loki’s retreating figure, you got lost in a daydream, one where you were making Loki coffee in your kitchen. His lengthy legs tucked under your tiny table, a tray of fresh cookies in front of him as he read, sometimes with his shirt on… sometimes without. Feeling your cheeks warm up at the image, you shook your head, ready to refocus on the caffeine craving customers still in line.

As closing time drew near, you began the daily task of cleaning up your cart. Sweeping, wiping, sterilizing, washing, drying. There was a rhythm to it all and you often found yourself entrained in the work, as usually there were few distractions at this time of day.

“Excuse me?”

Spinning, surprised, you barely kept hold of the carafe in your hands as you spotted Ms. Pepper Potts standing at your kiosk, “Oh gosh! I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you there!”

Waving away your worry, Pepper took a moment to introduce herself properly before getting down to business, “I was wondering if you had ever considered catering before? You were highly recommended by a colleague and I am looking for assistance with an event we're hosting in a few weeks. What I really need is someone to help with an after hours sort of thing.”

Your heart leapt in your chest, thumping wildly, threatening to bust out of your chest. Now, you’d be lying if you said that expanding your business wasn’t part of the dream. Always hopeful that your little cafe cart could somehow be expanded into a little sweet shop or bistro bakery, you had been hard at work for the last two years, slinging lattes and refining recipes until the right moment arrived.

When you said as much to Ms. Potts, her gracious smile lit up, “Then this, my friend, is that moment.”

Details were exchanged, pricing negotiated, plans put in place. In ten days you were going to be providing The Avengers and their guests with pastries, cookies, coffee and tea. There was a select menu so that you wouldn't be running around like crazy, which would make prep time easy, but Pepper had told you to be creative. In short, you were getting your shot and the excitement of that put you on cloud nine.

As you had arranged with Ms. Potts, while the guests attended one of Mr. Stark’s lavish galas downtown, you were given access to the Avengers Suite near the top floors of the tower. Seeing the building, well past your normal 5:00 pm, was energizing. Getting to sneak a peek at where the most important people working here spent their days was overwhelming, but you were giddy at the prospect.

In a sweet spot, just inside the expansive glass doors which led to the sky rise patio, you set up your display. Feeling pretty proud of yourself, you only had to wait a few minutes before the elevator dinged on the first arrivals, including the host and hostess for the night. "Here we go!", whispering to yourself, you took an anxiously excited breath.

It was hard not to get wrapped up in the glitz of it all. Tony Stark, wearing a plum colored tuxedo, had his Rolex draped arm around Pepper. She was stunning in her black column gown, purple jewels at her throat and ears, the perfect counterpoint to Tony’s ensemble. You struggled not to stare.

More people filtered in, some went to the bar, where champagne popped regularly. A few grabbed frosty glasses of fresh beer. And for a time you thought you were invisible among all the glamour around you. Honestly, you were surrounded by the type of people who graced magazine covers and had in depth chats with Oprah. That wasn’t you by a long shot.

Then, of course was the difference in your shape and size compared to the elegant group assembled for the evening. You certainly weren’t as stately as Ms. Potts, nor as thin as Ms. Romanoff because she was trimmer in hip and bust. Carol, stately and graceful, was a sheet of well hewed muscle. All of them shone tonight, regal and lovely, while you wore your best black pants and white button down, the uniform of catering professionals world wide.

Chewing the inside of your cheek, temping your coffee pot, your mind churned. There was no shaking the idea that even though you had been invited here, hired to be here, you were woefully out of place. And just as your confidence was at its lowest, you heard it… or rather, him.

"Um… yes. May I have… well… I don't know what to have. Normally you have something special prepared."

Even over the din of chatter and softly played music you heard his baritone register. A little flustered, disarmingly charming, Loki’s buttercream smile triggered your own. Laughing, lifting a small tray towards Loki, "I am keeping it simple tonight. These here are individual peach melba pies, topped with homemade whipped cream."

"And, what’s that?" Looking like a little kid, ready to tear into a birthday present, Loki's face lit up with anticipation of what you might be hiding under the cover of a chafing dish.

"Mocha mini-cheesecakes, or-" Here you lifted the silver lid of your best party dish, "-my grandmother's chocolate chip cookies! What would you like, Loki?"

Hearing his name in your lilting voice, Loki couldn't avoid the hot blush that rolled over him, turning his cheeks pink. As if your delicious snacks weren't enticing enough, the way your shirt buttons could barely contain the bounty of your bosom made Loki's hunger real in a different way. It was true that Thor had plied him with a great deal of Asgardian mead at the gala, even as the others drank up the less potent Midgardian spirits, all getting well past tipsy.

And maybe that's why he felt so bold, flirting with you casually, teasing you about your treats. Also, he was shamelessly ogling your rounded ass in those tight black pants as you bent to retrieve a napkin. Deep down, Loki longed to know if you tasted as sweet as your sugary confections. Would you be slick like syrup? Sticky like cinnamon buns? Dark and delicious like chocolate fudge?

Shaking those long locks, which you couldn't help noticing were down and free tonight, Loki was struggling to decide among your snacks. If his thoughts were lustful, your own weren't too far behind, because it was hard not to appreciate the fine figure in front of you. At some point Loki had shucked his tuxedo jacket and the slim black bow tie that accompanied it. Again his sleeves were pushed up to his elbows making him casual and cool, red cheeked and rambunctious. Never had Loki seemed so at ease.

There was virtually no one else around, most of the remaining people were clustered by Clint at the piano singing show tunes, oblivious to you and Loki. Looking from left to right, leaning in conspiratorially, "Ya know… I could let you have one of each, then you wouldn't have to decide."

Those dark brows arching, bright eyes smiling shrewdly, "You'd do that… for me?"

“That and more.” It tumbled out of your mouth unbidden, your eyes widening in surprise at your own admission.

Leaning against your table, a lascivious smile on his face, “Do tell.”

And in the low light of the Avengers’ loft, with the soft smell of sugar filling the air, you felt yourself drawn to Loki’s aura. Biting into your bottom lip, looking at him through your thick lashes, “Um… well… I could make you a little snack bag. Ya know for later tonight…”

“Later tonight… I really like the sound of that.” And to his unending surprise, Loki really did. Maybe he’d find out about your favorite flavors in the dark of night, under the covers in his bed. And if not, if he was somehow mistaken about your interest in him, then Loki would welcome some little cake that would make him think of you while he sat in his solitary room, brooding over you.

He shouldn’t have worried. Genuinely smiling, Loki was beyond grateful to see the same look of desire reflected in your own face. As you busied yourself packing up the little box of selected snacks for the sweet toothed stud, a voice called out, "Lokes!! Get over here!! Thor says you can dance and I need proof!"

Wavering slightly, Loki ducked his head in the direction of Sam Wilson's shout, not entirely eager to end your chat. He was worried that somehow the sugar spun bubble you two were in would burst, and that, well that just couldn't happen. Conspiratorially, invading your space across the narrow table, "I will be back. Please, don't go away?"

Feeling like a movie heroine, you felt yourself nod, giggling a little at the spectacle of Loki's clear need. In the glimmering low-lights, under the clink of champagne flutes and husky hum of conversations, Loki wanted to spend his time with you. It was surreal and surprising, but you wanted him too. There was no shame in that, right?

Glued to the spot, feet unmoving, Loki wouldn't leave until you said, "Go on, then. Show me what you've got. I'll be right here."

With a cocky grin, Loki loped toward the waiting circle of people and the makeshift dance floor. Tinny, tinkling piano music was replaced by electronica, pumping through Tony's beyond state of the art sound system. It felt like you were inside the speaker, thumping and bumping, in time with the dance hall beat.

What a sight! You guessed it shouldn't have been so surprising, but seeing Loki, normally so reserved in your daily interactions, grinding and bouncing to the rhythm… it made you feel things. Pulse pounding, deep sighing, clenching your muscles things. Sexy things.

You could have stood there, enchanted from afar, for hours. And you would have too, if Thor hadn't stumbled to your stand, nearly toppling the table with his unsteady bulk, "Oof! A thousand apologies, my dear sweet bakery maiden."

Diverting your attention, you quickly stepped back into vendor mode, "No trouble! No trouble at all! What can I get for you?"

"Well, I have been wondering, what did my brother get a taste of that made him smile so wide? It must have been a truly delicious nibble." Thor, mimicking a mouse nibbling at cheese, was clearly past the point of sobriety.

Turning thoughtful for a second, you realized Loki hadn't eaten anything of yours tonight… at least not yet. So it had been your easy back and forth that made the frosty boy happy. Smiling secretively, suddenly supremely pleased, "Um… I have some special items this evening. Would you like to try a peach pie?"

Blowing a raspberry, rolling his eyes, "Did Loki like it?"

"He hasn't tried it yet! You'd be first!" Trying to redirect the sloshed slab of man in front of you, offering the pastry up on a dainty napkin, it’s funny how quickly he snatches it from your hand. Looking tiny in Thor's enormous paw, he devours it whole, swiping at the leftover crumbs on his chest.

"Delicious! Another!" Even shouting, Thor's voice doesn't crack through the party goers busting their moves. Sighing, you hand over another, only to watch it be gulped down without thought or consideration.

Spitting crust at you, Thor bows over the display you painstakingly built to showcase your wares, his weight making the table creak, "You know, my brother normally likes little women."

"Excuse me?"

Waving his hands, pontificating, "Small, shapely… you know the type! Waifs. Skinny, like him. Narrow hips and-" attempting to whisper, "-tiny breasts."

Clearly, Thor was hammered, you knew that. But what he was saying was just hard to hear. You didn’t want to be compared to other women Loki had known, and you certainly didn’t want to hear that they were prettier, or smaller, or skinnier than you. But your roller coaster ride of emotions was derailed when Thor slapped his hand on your table, making you jump.

"Now, you… you're a woman. Strong, sturdy. Could really ground him, you know? Give him children worthy of Valhalla."

In his stupor, Thor couldn't read the warning in your expression. Willing him to stop, shut up, go away with just your monosyllabic responses wasn't working. But, alas, the Space God continued on, "It's all your sweets, you know? Candy and cupcakes and… all those little… What do you call them? The circles, fried and filled with jam?"

Flat, without feeling, "Donuts."

"Donuts! Yes!" Pausing for a breath, which you hoped would last all night long, Thor caught your eye. "I approve. Of the match… that is. Loki has been alone too long. He needs a thick woman to warm his bed, a fair, faithful filly to take-"

Thor's voice cut out, a thin line of shimmering red glowing around his throat, stopping his words. You could still see his mouth moving but the sound was, thankfully, muted. It was then that Wanda slunk close to Norse God, wide orb-like eyes full of knowledge, "I'm sorry I didn't get here sooner."

Mumbling, struggling to sound bright as you gave too much attention to arranging cookies on the tray, "It's ok."

Her delicate hand rested on your own, "No it isn't. Thor's a buffoon when he's downed too many bottles of mead. I hope he didn't say anything too… unpleasant."

Waving her off, working hard to regain your composure, "Naw… it's fine… Thank you, though."

Thor, shrugging off Wanda's limited charm, "What's the big idea? I was telling this lady that my brother likes her! Her ample bosom, her gracious bum… and he always talks about her tasty cakes!"

Steve, sidling up at the first sign of trouble, grabbed Thor's arm, "Come on buddy. Time for bed."

"But! I am not tired! I want more pie! And mead!"

Wanda, rolling her eyes, "May I have another? For the road?"

Quickly wrapping up a few of your crusty delicacies, you handed them over, now eager for the night to end. It seemed tarnished somehow, spoiled by Thor's observations, like an unrisen souffle. Glancing at the clock, you were amazed at the time! It was late even for a late night event and you began packing up regardless of the people still partying their evening away.

You were hoping for a quick departure. Seamless, silent, without distracting anyone, including a certain raven haired hottie. No one would notice if you snuck away now, you were sure, and you had already fulfilled your obligation to Pepper. In fact, with Thor's little outburst, you were well over your allotted time. And, you reasoned, Loki could find some small little twig, more to his taste, if you weren't there to distract him.

That thought made your throat burn and your eyes water as you quietly broke down your area. Even now you could see him, a head above everyone else, spinning with a smile on his face. Loki looked so at ease, you refused to be the wet blanket on his good time. Besides, flirting was one thing, but Loki wasn’t yours and you were old enough not to be crushed by a crush.

With one last, longing look over the assembled Avengers, you bumped your bottom into the exit door, shuffling toward the service elevator. As the doors closed, shutting out the jubilation inside, you slumped against the wall. How could you think Loki would want you?

Having spent a significant amount of the late evening busting a move, Loki had managed to keep one eye on you most of that time. Noticing Thor bumble your way, he was nervous about what his brother might say, but Natasha had challenged him to a dance off. How could he resist?

By the time Loki stopped to catch his breath and collect his cookies, you were gone. Vanished. The only trace of you? A small, golden box, stuffed with your divine delicacies. Loki needn't see the name scrolled on the label to know it was for him.

But like Cinderella, you had fled and Loki had no way to find you. Sinking his heart, Loki clutched the box, padding away to his room and the solitude of silence. At least he had your thoughtful gift of goodies to keep him company. It was almost enough. Almost.

For all the numerous things The Avengers were good at, it was a non-hero who observed Loki slide away, sad and silent. Never one to let a party end on a low note, a new plan was formed to unite the Trickster and the Treat Maker. But it would need time to rise, like decadent cinnamon rolls, and like those sticky sweet buns, would be totally worth the wait.

When Monday dawned, you loaded up your goods and trudged to work. For the first time since starting your business venture your heart wasn't in it. Not when you plated blueberry buckle with lavender scented whipped cream, not when you swirled almond milk into fresh brewed coffee, not when you bagged cheesy bagel bites.

And it was, apparently, to be a day of firsts. Because this was the only day that Loki failed to make an appearance at your stand since you’d opened. Thor, pushing people aside, had made a point of apologizing for his behavior. It was kind and honest, yet, hollow since it didn't make Loki materialize in your line. But you appreciated it, nonetheless.

Before long, the day was done, your cleaning ritual initiated, your mind wandering. That it circled back to a certain blue eyed mischief maker over and over wasn't shocking. Where had Loki been? Had you driven him off? Would he come back tomorrow?

"Ahem… Excuse me!"

Squealing, you dropped the tray you'd been wiping with a clanking clatter, "Miss Potts! You startled me!"

"I didn't mean to!", stooping to hand you back your platter, she lifted her smart eyes to yours.

"I know… I'm so sorry! I've been… a little off today."

Shrewd, searching, Pepper looked you over, "You're not the only one."

Laughing nervously, “Oh? Who else is having a tough Monday?”

“A friend… listen, I wanted to thank you for the other night. It was really wonderful having your exceptional snacks at the ready.”

Allowing yourself a small smile, nibbling your lip nervously, “The pleasure was all mine.”

Pepper, shifting on her high heels, “I’d like to hire you again.”

“Really?” Snapping your head up at the offer, you were a little surprised by her request. Even though that night hadn’t ended the way you had hoped, necking with Loki like a teenager after prom, it had still been a lucrative evening for your little start up company. But so soon?

“Yes! This is a smaller event. Actually, more of a date than anything. This Friday evening. Would you be free?”

Grabbing your phone, confirming the date on your calendar, “It works for me! What time were you thinking?”

Blinking, Pepper took a minute to contemplate before answering, “Let’s say seven. Upstairs, on the outdoor deck?”

“That sounds great, Ms. Potts! How many people are you expecting?”, making notes, head down you missed her gentle smile.

“Just two.”

That made you giggle. So, it was a night of romance with Tony she was after. Flashing your benefactor a knowing smirk, “Sounds lovely.”

“I hope it will be!”

You didn’t see Loki all week. There was rumor going around the tower that he was off on a mission somewhere, very hush, hush. Your limited intell was gained only because of Thor’s inability to lower his booming voice while waiting for a croissant on Tuesday morning.

It got easier. Not seeing him in your daily line, not giving him his cappuccino, not buttering his scone. By Friday you finally felt like Loki was out of your system, which was a good thing, because you knew Ms. Potts was expecting you to knock it out of the park tonight.

“Things are going to be a little different for this evening, if that’s ok. I thought you could set out your dessert courses here, on the counter, and we’d have someone bring them out to the patio area.”

Unafraid to go the extra mile, you were quick to volunteer, “I’d be more than happy to act as a server if-”

Talking over you, “Oh no, dear! I have someone for that already. Really, all you have to do is make sure your treats are in order.”

Slightly crestfallen, but always a good sport, you agreed. As she’d requested, you had prepared three special desserts for the night, hoping you covered all of Tony’s favorite flavors. First, lemon cake with a cracked sugar glaze and fresh raspberry sauce to garnish. Next would be the white chocolate cheesecake studded with plump blueberries and piles of fresh vanilla flavored whipped cream. Last, and perhaps most importantly, was your personal favorite, tiramisu. Simple, delicious, and perfect with a strong cup of espresso.

Clapping her hands, Pepper was so pleased at the thought you had put into each plate, “Wow, does this look amazing! There’s really only one other thing that we need for this.”

Wiping a stray stripe of sauce from the plate, a piping bag cupped in your hands, you lifted your head, “What’s that Ms. Potts?”

“Why, you of course.”

Stalling in midair, you slowly lowered the tool of your trade, wiping your sugary fingers on the seat of your jeans. “I’m right here! What can I do to help?”

Coming around the island now, Pepper drew close enough to take your hands in her own, “You’ve already done it. Tonight is my way of saying ‘Thank You’... and I hope you’ll accept a small gift as a token of my appreciation.”

As the last word hung in the air between you, the lift doors parted, and Loki stepped into the room.

Pepper had summoned him, asking only that he arrive on time and not “look a mess”. Since Loki had never been anything less than elegant in all things, he had no intention of breaking that streak this evening. If only he knew what to dress for?

So, he split the difference, going for casual cool. A jet black polo shirt, unbuttoned, clung to him like a second skin, caressing every muscle. Black trousers and a black belt made him look dangerously seductive as he sauntered closer with each step.

Your mouth went dry at the sight of him. Missing Loki all week made seeing him like this stupefying. Fuzzy brained and dull minded, you weren’t capable of wrapping your head around what was happening.

“Pepper? What… what is all this?” Loki’s husky baritone questioned the set up, your presence, the pretense. At least you weren't the only one who was confused.

Pulling you along, Pepper maneuvered you next to him, “Loki, It’s all arranged. Dessert by candlelight, under the stars… FRIDAY, start my Date Night playlist.” The strains of “In the Still of the Night” by the Five Satins filled the air.

It was right then that Loki got it. The strange summons, the dress code, the secrecy. He knew why you were here, with your bespoke baked goods, looking like a snack yourself. Pepper had listened when Loki recommended you for the first gig, and somehow she had heard the unspoken recommendation of his heart. A rush of feeling flowed over him at the idea.

Looking sheepish and flustered, Loki caught your eye, “Hello.”

“Hi…”, bashful yourself, you struggled not to look too giddy.

“See, you’re already on your way. Have a good night kids!”

You and Loki stood there, staring, until the click of Pepper’s heels on the marble had faded away. This is awkward, you thought, unsure of what to do next. Here with the man you wanted, you weren’t entirely sure what to do, but luckily for you, Loki knew how to take charge, “Shall we?”

Lacing his fingers with yours, Loki led you to the open deck where a small bistro table was waiting, already set for the two of you. Pulling out your chair, Loki made sure you were comfortable before taking his own seat at your side, as opposed to across the table. It was a cozy and romantic scene.

The song shifted. Now The Platters crooned, “Only You”, and your hand was itching to grab Loki’s under the table. Before you could, Pepper’s hired server for the evening brought your first plate, and a bottle of Prosecco.

So far, neither of you had really spoken. Words seemed too difficult to use when the situation was so formal. And yet, it really was lovely of Ms. Potts to do this for you… and for Loki.

“Did you make all of this?”

Picking up your fork, giving Loki a small nod, “Yea… I thought Pepper was planning a date night with Tony. I had no idea that this… any of this… was happening. Did you?”

“No. But, I suppose I shouldn’t be too surprised. She did hire you because of me.”

Taken aback by his admission, “Really? Care to elaborate?”

Tucking into the lemony piece of heaven in front of him, Loki closed his eyes in bliss, “Hmm… that is delicious. You are really so good at this! And that, my purveyor of pound cake, is what I told Ms. Potts.”

“Well, thank you! I mean, I knew you liked me!”

Hotter than opening your oven, a blast of heat swept over you, reddening your cheeks in shock. Flustered now, you could barely speak, cursing yourself for letting your real feelings slip out like that unfiltered. Mortified, you grabbed your glass, slugging half of it down in a second.

Loki’s fork froze, almost to his lips, as his own eyes widened. Sighing, he placed the utensil, covered in lemon and raspberry deliciousness down gently. Feeling his scorching gaze, you sat stock still, Loki’s wry whisper reaching you, “I do. And I should have told you that before… before Pepper had to go to such great lengths to prove it.”

“But Loki… I’m just… I’m not…” Stammering, you couldn’t quite find the best way to explain the reservations you had been carrying, the reasons Thor had so clearly defined.

“You are though. You are so kind hearted… to everyone. Even the dullards and bores. I hear you, you know? What you say, how you say it. No one leaves your little station without being complimented, enlightened, enriched. It is the best part of my day, coming down to see you… and taste whatever marzipan masterpiece you’ve graced us with.”

Starting to feel the bubbles of Prosecco in your brain, your lopsided smile spread at the emotion Loki expressed, “Loki… it’s the only thing that gets me through sometimes. Seeing you, knowing that you’re in line. And how cute you are when you spell out your name, like I haven’t written it a hundred times before.”

It was his turn to blush, “I knew that. I knew it was adorable.”

Playfully pushing against his shoulder, you chuckled, “Loki! That’s not fair!”

“Then you won’t like this, darling.”

Catching your arms in his firm hands, Loki tucked your body into his, finding your mouth as you laughed at his antics. Using his top lip to trap your own, Loki’s bottom lip gently parted, as the softness of his kiss blended into the lemon scented sweetness of his sigh. His tongue, probing slowly, pressed between your lips stealing a shaky breath for Loki to treasure.

Rising, Loki’s hands cradled your cheeks, ensuring that you couldn’t break away from his kiss. As if you wanted to! Your own hands wandered, with one resting on the warm slope of his wide thigh and the other pressed against Loki’s broad chest.

Deepening the kiss, you pushed forward, nestling between Loki’s spread legs. Trailing a hand along his hip, scooting closer, you moaned at the luscious texture of his tongue on your own. When Loki pulled back, you followed, unwilling to break the beautiful bond your mouths had sealed.

Swallowing hard, unable to believe that he was really here with the flavor of your candy kisses filling his senses, Loki shook his head. Seeing your own dazed expression made his heart soar. He was going to have to write Pepper a thank you note or have you bake her a cake, because this was the best thing that had ever happened to the Prince of Asgard.

“Are you ready for the next course?” The server, having popped out of the compound, was struggling to hide his own smug smile at the sexy little show you two had put on.

A new song started, the notes drifting through the air, making you smile. Sam Cooke’s eternally youthful voice sang, “Cupid… draw back your bow…” and Loki slowly stood. “Uh, please, hold the next one, if you don’t mind.”

Coming around behind you, offering you his hand, “Loki? What are you doing?”

“What I should have done last week… Ask you to dance…?” Voice brimming with hope, Loki quirked an eyebrow, anticipating your acceptance.

“About time.”

Rumbling through Loki’s solid torso, his laugh greeted you as you fell into his arms easily, chuckling yourself. It was so familiar and yet so different. His hands rested over the curve of your back, pulling you tighter, controlling the sway of your hips. Circling the delicate strength of his neck, your fingers teasing into those long locks of tousled hair, you let Loki take the lead.

Tipping you back, over balancing you but still in control, Loki’s look was pure lust, “I apologize for running late. I should have-”

Cutting in, husking into the shell of Loki’s ear, “Don’t. We’re here now. And besides, you were worth the wait.”

Squeezing you, putting every ounce of feeling into his hug, Loki found it hard to loosen his grip. Now that he had the thing he wanted, he never wanted to be separated from it… you… ever again.

Twirling you out, tugging you back in, as the song came to its close, Loki took the opportunity of dipping you low enough for your head to graze the ground below. Breathless and giddy, you were lifted back to standing, clinging to the demi God before you. Parting your lips, anticipating another of Loki’s kisses, your eyes fluttering closed, “Sir? Madame?”

Shifting his focus from your glossy, eager mouth to the server once more, Loki’s own giggle shining in his face, “My good man, please… just pack it all up! We’re not staying.”

“We’re not?” A hint of surprise colored your tone as you took in the ecstatic look on Loki’s face.

Nodding at you, “Nope.”

Waiting only a moment or two for a bag stuffed full of your goodies, Loki slung it over this wrist before taking your hand and leading you through the Tower’s maze of floors. Of course, he stopped at almost every corner to sneak a peck, pat your tush or cage you against the wall so that his hips were flush against your own as he licked the soft spot under your ear.

“Hmmm… Loki… That feels so good.” Mewling softly, your nails scratching into his scalp, as he swung open the door to his room.

Ushering you inside, Loki paused only to set his blistering, needy eyes on you once more, “We are not children, you and I. If you want to wait, I will be patient… but, believe me, my darling little patisserie, when I say this: I want you. I want to devour you… I want to know if you’re as sweet as strawberry shortcake or tart like key lime pie.

“I need to see if you-” here he swallowed so hard his Adam’s Apple bobbed, “-sigh when I kiss you the same way you do when you slide a hot cup of tea over the counter. Or how you’ll sound when you call my name in ecstasy. Because I’ve already thought about these things a hundred times over. While I wait in line for a moment of your attention or when I taste those lovely delicacies, you fill my thoughts.

“Do you always smell of vanilla and butter, I wonder. Will my sheets be scented with marshmallow and marzipan? Almond and cherry?”

Advancing on you now, hunger heating his look, “But just know, little one, if you do come to my bed, I will make sure it’s the last one you’ll ever need.”

Stepping closer, baiting the bear in him, you bit into your bottom lip, “Are you saying that everyone will know I belong to you… L, O, K, I… Loki?”

“My sweet, sweet thing. That is exactly what I mean.”

In a flurry of movement, Loki swept you against his kitchen table, the wood strong and sturdy behind you. Kisses, hot and happy melted you like butter, as Loki spread your legs to stand between them. When you heard the sound of paper crumpling, “What’s that?”

“Oh! Our to-go bag! Your luscious desserts!” Sounding slightly panicked, Loki quickly removed the items from inside the bag, before turning to you with a look that said trouble.

“What? What’s that face?”

“I’ve told you how much I fancy your food… and now you know how much I adore you... “

“Uh huh…”, still unsure about where this was going, your eyes followed Loki as he pulled your tub of whipped cream from the ruined sack. Snapping off the lid, his long finger scooping out a big glob, only for Loki to brush the airy confection over your mouth.

Licking the cream from your lips, Loki tongued the seam of your pretty pout, moaning at the burst of vanilla he tasted there, “I don’t know what’s more delicious, your frothy garnish or this mouth.”

“What if I want some, huh?” Grabbing at Loki’s finger, the one he’d used to snag the sample with, you pulled it into the warm inlet of your mouth, sucking lightly.

Growling low in his throat at the erotic scene before him, Loki issued a command, “Bedroom. Now.”

Sliding off the table, right into Loki’s space, “Bring the whipped cream though, ok?”

Clothes were shed in a rush. Each piece unveiling soft skin and new places to explore, reminding you of a creme brulee’s hardened caramel layer. The way you crack it open, revealing the cool custard beneath the scorched sugar crust, a gift unwrapped for all your senses.

By the time Loki lowered you onto his bed, he had already sampled swatches of your skin, leaving behind the marks of his possession. His hands never seemed to stop. First they were dusting over your shoulders, then across your thighs, next on your generous bottom, squeezing hard.

Sighing in contentment, you closed your eyes, lost in the moment of making love to Loki. As he lay down over you, the press of his rigid planes met the soft curves of your figure, you wrapped yourself around him. Tangling those rich, dark locks in your hand, forcing your mouths together, panting with shared passion.

Connecting with his hip, you slid your palm over the rise of his bottom, squeezing just a little, “You know, you have a great ass, right?”

Sucking against the ridge of your clavicle, Loki kissed over your jaw, “I do?”

“Oh yea… I watch you walk away everyday thinking, damn. That ass.”

Brushing stray strands from your face, “That’s funny, because I think the same thing every time you bend over to get those little swizzle sticks for stirring coffee!”

Setting off a fit of giggles, the pair of you with arms and legs akimbo, laughed like children. There was something so freeing about being naked and comfortable with the man beside you. Quieting only when you heard the pop of the frosting bowl's lid coming off, you sucked in a breath as Loki lowered his lips to your waiting nipple.

Playful and pleasing, he released you just long enough to sit back on his heels, surveying the state of you. "Now, It's my turn."

"Your turn to what, exactly?"

"Decorate!" Producing an assortment of sprinkles and frosting, sanding sugars and coconut shreds, caramel sauce and raspberry coulis as if from thin air, Loki grinned at you wickedly before setting to work.

For every place that was home to a dollop of icing or a squirt of sauce you were licked, nibbled, nuzzled or bitten. As Loki worked lower, you squirmed in anticipation, as your pastry chef in training sucked your inner thigh free of chocolate fudge. Before you could prepare, Loki's tongue parted your slippery center, making you call out, "Oh! Yes, Loki!"

Parting your swollen sex, circling your stiffened bud, Loki lapped at your sensitive skin gently. His fingers, long and reaching, stroked into your sticky channel, stretching you sweetly. Rocking against Loki's oral affections, the beginning of bliss burning in your belly, you gripped him tightly seeking release.

For his part, Loki needed no encouragement. Bringing you to the pinnacle, alternately sipping at your slick core, and sucking on your sweet pearl was making Loki ache with want. Even when you pulled at his onyx locks, inner thighs trembling, struggling to stave off your peaking pleasure, Loki only worked harder, "Don't hold back. We've already wasted too much time!"

"Uh huh… um… shit… Loki…" mumbling was the most you could do as you felt a third finger enter you, widening you, readying you. It was enough. Cumming hard against him, stiffening and then softening like taffy, you gave yourself over to the pleasure Loki provided.

Smacking his lips lewdly, licking his fingers, "I knew it… I knew you'd be delectable."

Grinning broadly, happy and satisfied, "Am I gonna get a taste? You're not the only one with a sweet tooth, ya know!"

"Only when I've had my fill… and I'm not close to being finished, darling!"

Sticky, sweet and satiated, you and Loki lay in each other's arms smiling. He'd asked about a gift for Pepper and you were already planning a cupcake basket for your matchmaking mentor. You had just licked the last of your lemon curd from his abs, curling into his side, "I need a shower."

"Oh, yes! Let's do that!" Rising, dragging you with him, Loki could picture you under the steaming water, begging him to please you. He liked that idea!

"And after…"

Pausing to look at you, "After?"

"Can you find me something salty to snack on… ya know, for a change?"

Pressing a kiss to your hand, Loki flashed you that megawatt smile, "Absolutely, darling. Absolutely."

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In Sickness And Health

Quill knew Scott was sick before the younger man even woke up. He was running a fever that concerned the god to the point that he asked Bruce to come up and check on him. He could have called Stephen but the man had his hands full with seven kids on a daily basis. Bruce just had a Norse legend and the occasional time a member of the team got hurt. He told Quill it was just a common bug and though Scott's fever was a little high, that it wasn't anything to worry about unless it went up. So Quill left Scott sleeping upstairs with Emir and he went down to make some coffee. One of the few things he was allowed to do.

He had to wait until Cassie got up which thankfully wasn't much longer after he got up. Scott was the only one who wasn't a morning person, and he had even more of an excuse since he was sick. When Cassie came downstairs still half asleep and in her pajamas, Quill raised an eyebrow when he found her wearing an oversized t-shirt that went down to her thighs. No bottoms that he was aware of either but he wasn't about to check.

"Is that my shirt?"

"Mine now." She mumbles and opens the fridge.

"So my husband hates when I wear a shirt and my daughter steals them to use as pajamas." Quill snorts and drinks some of his coffee.

"At least they get used."

"Can't say that about con--"

"Ugh! No! Shut up, it's too early for that!" Cassie smacks his arm before digging some things out for breakfast. "What do you want for breakfast?"

"Whatever is fine. Your dad is sick though, so you think you can make him something when he wakes up?" Quill sighs. "I'd do it myself but...you know."

Cassie nods. "Yeah. Is he okay?"

"Bruce says he'll be fine and Emir is with him."

"Emir is always with him." Cassie rolls her eyes. "Like Flynn is with you."

They both look down at Quill's leg where Flynn had attached himself to the god's sweatpants as soon as he got up. The kit fortunately spent some time with Emir now that the tiger was here, but he was still very clingy with Quill and the tiger was very unlikely to leave the bedroom today. Scott needed his attention more than Flynn did. Cassie started to make some eggs and bacon after putting her hair up and Quill grabbed the orange juice from the fridge and sat down at the table while waiting for breakfast. He mindlessly fiddles on his phone and takes an occasional sip of coffee until a plate full of food is placed in front of him and he smiles at Cassie.

"Thanks Sunshine." Quill puts his phone away and pours her some orange juice as she sits down.

"You're welcome." She had also put some food in Flynn's bowl at some point so the kit had jumped off Quill's leg to go eat. "You have work today?"

"Nope. Gonna be a couch potato and keep an eye on your dad. Would have taken the day off if I did."

"Sounds like a plan." Cassie agrees and eats some of the hash browns she had also made. "I didn't have any plans today and I want to help take care of Dad."

Quill sighs with relief. "Oh thank god. I was worried about food."

The two look up when they hear the elevator arrive on the floor and Maggie and Paxton step out. Quill looks at them in surprise because he hadn't been expecting them and neither Cassie nor Scott had mentioned anything. Cassie looked just as surprised.

"Mom! What are you two doing here?" Cassie asks.

"We told your dad we were coming to visit for the weekend. Did he forget?" Maggie asks.

"Probably." Cassie gets up with her plate and Paxton sputters and covers his eyes.

"Cassie, maybe you should put some pants on?" He suggests.

"I have shorts on."

"I was wondering about that." Quill says and shovels the rest of his breakfast into his mouth before getting up with his plate. "Just letting you guys know that Scotty is sick but you're welcome to the room you used before."

"Alright. Thank you." Maggie turns toward the stairs and screams.

Quill looks over in alarm and finds Emir at the top of the stairs and growling at Maggie and Paxton. Before he can race over and stop the tiger from trying to pounce on the supposed intruders, Scott shuffles out of the bedroom in his pajamas and pats Emir's head.

"'s okay. Be good." Scott mumbles and then looks at the stairs reluctantly.

"Baby, go back to bed. I'll come check on you in a little bit and Cass will make you something to eat." Quill says.

Scott never looked so relieved about not having to climb or descend stairs, and went back into the bedroom without a fuss. Quill was pretty sure that he didn't even realize that Maggie and Paxton were there. The younger man looked miserable and Quill made a mental note to find some medicine or go buy some. Emir followed Scott back into the room and their visitors slowly turned their heads to look at Quill.

"So we have a tiger now." Quill says. "He's harmless as long as you don't hurt Scott and he knows you're okay."

All four of them cringe when they hear the unmistakable sound of vomiting, and Quill dashes up the stairs two at a time. When he steps into the bedroom, he catches a glimpse of Emir's tail in the bathroom doorway and walks over to peek in, finding Scott with his head in the toilet. The tiger was chuffing softly and nudging Scott with his muzzle, but Quill had to direct him out of the bathroom so he could get to his spouse. Scott had since stopped puking and was laying on the floor looking a little pale.

"Feeling any better?" Quill kneels down and checks his temperature, glad to see it hadn't risen.

"Too hot…" Scott moans.

"How about we get your pajamas off and get you back in bed?" Quill suggests. "Cass can make you some soup and I'll bring it up with some juice."

"Ginger ale and crackers." Scott mumbles as Quill scoops him up and stands back up.

"I can do that. Want your clothes off?"

"Nuh...cold."

Quill carries Scott back to bed, and as he gets him back under the covers, Emir hops back onto the bed and lays next to Scott. Any other day, Quill would have kicked him off the bed and cuddled with Scott, but since Maggie and Paxton were there, he had to play host. Something he was kind of terrible at but they were good people. Scott was in no condition to do it either. Quill would manage with Cassie's help.

"I'll be right back with crackers and soda," Quill kisses his forehead and pulls a wastebasket closer.

"Thanks…" Scott mumbles quietly.

The poor guy looked miserable and Quill wished he could heal his illness, but even if his powers could do that, he was still learning about them. He wasn't about to use his husband like a guinea pig to figure it out. He met Maggie right outside their bedroom and he raises an eyebrow when she smiles up at him.

"What?"

"I'm just glad to see he has someone to take care of him." Maggie admits softly.

"Scotty can take care of himself." Quill says and Maggie shakes her head.

"That's not what I mean. Sometimes he gets so focused on other people that he forgets about himself. Scott's a people pleaser...sometimes to a fault. He has a good heart but some people take advantage of it."

Quill sighs and nods. "Yeah. I've definitely noticed that."

"While I'm glad about that…" she suddenly reaches up and grabs Quill by the ear and pulls his head down.

"Ow!"

"I just found out that my daughter has powers! How did this happen?" Maggie says firmly and tugs the god down the stairs by his ear.

Well now Quill knew where Cassie learned this from. He may be a lot stronger than Maggie, but some part of him didn't dare resist when his ear was being held like he was a naughty child. It was funny when Cassie did it to the boys, but not so much when her mother did it to him. This was his husband's ex too so it was somehow worse.

"Mom! Let him go! It was an accident!" Cassie sighs as she comes out of her room.

Properly dressed to Paxton's relief.

"How did you even find out anyway?" Quill rubs his ear when Maggie finally releases him. "She's managed to keep her identity secret and has hardly used them."

"Stephen told me." The woman says flatly. "I talk to him too you know."

"He couldn't tell you how it happened though?" Quill complains and flinches when Maggie holds her hand out to threaten to pinch his ear again.

"I accidentally broke one of Dad's vials." Cassie explains. "They should have turned me into goop but they just turned me into a baby and when I got back to normal, my genes mutated."

Maggie frowns. "Are you okay? Any problems?"

"Mom and Bruce both checked and said I'm completely healthy. They're not worried."

"And what about fighting?"

"I avoid it unless absolutely necessary. I stay home with the girls." Cassie says.

"We're trying to keep her safe just like always." Quill finally says.

"We trust you and Scott," Paxton says. "We were just surprised to find out. Why didn't you tell us yourselves?"

"We meant to. Really." Quill says and Cassie rolls her eyes.

"I could've told you too...and honestly, Dad has been such an airhead lately that he forgot to tell us you were visiting."

Maggie and Paxton look at them and they both nod before changing the subject. Quill was glad they weren't legitimately upset about Cassie's newfound powers, just that they had to hear about it from someone besides them. They were even happier when their daughter didn't seem inclined to join their avenging unless she needed to. Cassie would use her powers to protect the Stark girls.

Quill also, fortunately, remembered Scott's request and went to the kitchen to get some crackers and ginger ale and took them up to his spouse while Cassie and even Maggie set about to make him some homemade soup. Scott was asleep when Quill got back to the bedroom, so he set the crackers and soda on the nightstand and even got some fever reducer from the bathroom to add to the snacks. He set two by the soda, put the bottle back in the medicine cabinet, and kissed Scott's temple before he left and went back downstairs. He found the girls still in the kitchen, and Paxton was in the living room watching tv. So Quill grabs a couple beers from the fridge and joins him.

"So how long are you two staying?" Quill asks as he holds out a beer.

"Just the weekend." Paxton accepts the beer with a thanks. "I have to be back at work on Monday."

"Oh, well, don't be afraid to do...you know." Quill winks. "The walls are soundproof--ow!" Quill rubs his head after Cassie throws an apple at his head.

"Papa! You and Dad are bad enough!"

Quill cackles and picks up the apple to take a bite out of it. "Thanks for the apple Sunshine."

Cassie groans and turns her attention back to the chicken noodle soup she and her mom are making. Paxton was clearing his throat in discomfort, and it made Quill preen. It was always fun to make the man squirm, and usually Scott would laugh with him about it later but he would have to enjoy it by himself this time. He could still tell Scott when he got better but he had a feeling it wouldn't be the same. Last time Maggie and Paxton visited, Scott and Quill went into detail about certain positions and the other couple looked like they wanted to disappear through the floor.

So it was fun when they visited. The reactions they got from Steve and Bucky on the other hand were pretty good too but they could traumatize them whenever they wanted.

"Uh...Quill? What is your fox doing?" Paxton asks and points over at the kit.

Flynn was...well...running around like his tail was on fire. It was something he did that Cassie fondly called the "zooms" and they could never figure out why he did it. Their floor actually had plenty of space for Flynn to run around, but every once in a while he did this. Then he'd stop and dig at the carpet which got Quill to lean forward and clap his hands loudly to stop him, and then he finally jumped up on the couch and plopped tiredly on Quill's lap.

"Beats the hell out of me." Quill shrugs and takes a sip of his beer. "He's a spaz."

"And the...the tiger doesn't try to eat him?"

"Nope. Emir actually grooms him and takes care of him."

"How did you even get him?" Maggie asks from the kitchen.

"Papa saved him from the circus." Cassie frowns. "Emir has scars from the cruelty they showed him. The tent caught fire and Papa saved him and Emir wanted to stay."

"He doesn't try to attack you either?" Paxton asks.

"No. He mainly sticks with Dad anyway."

Quill looks up toward the bedroom. "You know, part of me likes to think he saw that Scott had scars too so he wanted to keep him safe."

Maggie snorts humorously. "Leave it to Scott to attract a god and a tiger to protect him."

"They both like to sleep on him too." Cassie laughs.

"How does he not suffocate?" Paxton mumbles curiously.

"Very carefully." Quill says as he gets up and takes the bowl from Cassie when the soup is finished.

He walks up to his and Scott's room and smiles when he finds the younger man sitting against his pillows and munching on crackers while watching tv. Emir was, of course, laying happily with his head in Scott's lap and chuffing whenever he pet his head or side.

"Hey babe. Brought some soup that Cassie and Maggie made." Quill says and Scott looks at him in confusion.

"Maggie?" Then realization dawns on him. "Oh god, I forgot they were coming to visit!"

"It's alright. They'd rather you worry about getting better than about them." Quill walks over and sets the soup down. "How was your nap?"

"It was okay. Feel less dead." Scott sniffles and carefully picks up the soup.

"Well I'll come cuddle with you later alright?"

"Okay. I've got Emir in the meantime." Scott pats the tiger again and the beast chuffs happily.

"Need anything else?"

"No. I don't think so. I'm good."

Quill smiles. "Alright…and I'm traumatizing Paxton so I'll tell you all about it later."

"Ooohhh! Tell him about the time on the ferris wheel!" Scott says with a grin and Quill cackles.

#antlord #peter quill #scott lang #cassie lang #maggie lang #jim paxton #emir the tiger #flynn the fox

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She Sets the City on Fire - Summer’s Day

She Sets the City on Fire: A Bruce Banner Fanfic

MASTERLIST

Buy me a ☕ Square: @brucebannerbingo - R5, Summer

Rating: E

Warning: Age Gap, Self Doubt, Smut (M|F oral and vaginal sex)

Word Count: 5901

Pairing: Bruce Banner x OFC (Summer)

Summary: Bruce is drawn to Summer. She’s everything he wished he could be. Carefree, exciting, and she knows exactly who she is. There are so many reasons a relationship with her wouldn’t work. So why can’t he stop thinking about her?

A/N: at end of fic

1. Summer’s Day

Bruce followed the group of Professors, Post-Docs and Ph.D. students down West 88th Street. It was one of those oppressive New York Summer’s days where the streets smelled of garbage and the humidity in the air clung to your skin. There had been a conference on at Columbia and he had been invited out for drinks with a small group of people. They’d been treating him like a celebrity, something he didn’t think he’d ever get used to, but he couldn’t pretend wasn’t nice. It was nice getting recognition for all the work he had done that previously he’d just been hunted for like some kind of animal.

They were just stopping by one of the Post Doc’s place for a few drinks before going to the official dinner tonight. Aidan was quite excited that he had this group of esteemed scientists to bring back to his home. Bruce was mostly just happy it had just been about science so far. No one had brought up the Hulk or the Avengers or even Tony Stark which at least would have been in the realm of the same topic as Nuclear Physics.

Aidan stopped at a brownstone half a block from the park and headed up the stairs. Bruce and the rest of the group followed after him as he let himself in and then headed down the hall to the first apartment on the left.

Aidan stepped through the door and groaned. When Bruce followed him through he saw the object of Aidan’s frustration. A woman was standing in front of an airconditioning unit with headphones on. She wasn’t facing them and didn’t seem to be aware they had even come into the room. She was wearing a t-shirt that was so big on her that it was difficult to tell if she was wearing anything underneath it or not because it sat so far down her legs. Such beautiful legs too. Long and slender with just the hint of muscle definition. Her skin was pale like milk and her hair hung loosely down her back in deep red waves. She bounced around with her hands on her ears singing along to the song only she could hear.

Aidan approached her and tapped her on the head. She turned and smiled holding the headphones away from her ears. Bruce nearly audibly gasped. Her eyes were the palest, brightest blue he’d ever seen. And so big. He thought it might be possible to actually drown in those eyes.

“Can you clear out?” Aidan asked.

“Hey! I was here first!” She protested.

“Go on, fuck off,” Aidan said giving her a little nudge. There was clear affection in her voice, despite the harsh language. The kind of familiarity that was built over a long time.

She rolled her eyes and took her headphones off and began walking in the direction of Bruce. “And stop stealing my clothes!” Aidan added.

“Fine! Fuck!” She snapped and pulled the shirt off and threw it at him, completely uncaring that she was sharing the space with half a dozen middle-aged men.

She was wearing something underneath. Black hot pants and a white bra with pink polka dots on it. Bruce’s face flushed and he looked up at the ceiling, feeling extremely awkward.”

“Fucking hell, Summer!” Aidan yelled. “Grow up!”

She gave him the finger and headed back towards the door. She stopped in front of Bruce. “Hey! I have a poster of you on my bedroom wall at my parent’s house.”

Bruce shifted his gaze down to her face. She was smiling at him and it somehow looked both devious and playful.

“Oh… uh… that’s… cool… I guess… Hello.” Bruce stammered, willing himself not to look down at her chest.

“It is decidedly uncool.” She said and tapped his arm as she passed him and went outside. “See ya!”

“Did she just go outside in bare feet and her bra?” One of the other professors asked.

“She’s probably just going to the courtyard out back,” Aidan answered as he went to the kitchen. “Who can I get a beer?”

There was a general agreement from the group, though Bruce just asked for iced water. “Who was she?” He asked as Aidan handed over the glass.

Aidan groaned and rolled his eyes. “My sister. Half-sister technically. And before any of you ask, I think she’s single, but I never know. Yes, you’re welcome to try.”

“Welcome to try what?” Bruce asked.

“Asking her out or whatever you’re all thinking,” Aidan said.

One of the others laughed. “Aren’t you supposed to be protecting your sister from lecherous old men like us?”

“Well, I once tried that. When she found out, she punched me in the back of the head and said she was quite capable of policing her own vagina,” he shrugged. “That’s how she talks. Anyway, so far almost every guy I’ve brought ‘round has tried. She’s rejected them all. So, like I said, go for it if you want.”

The others started milling around and talking about the conference and physics and gossiping about other doctors that were attending. Bruce walked over to the window and looked out as he ran his finger around the rim of his glass. Summer had indeed gone out the back. There was a trampoline out there and she was jumping on it. She had the purest expression of joy on her face he’d ever seen in an adult. Occasionally she’d attempt a forward flip. When she pulled it off her whole face lit up and she’d clap her hands. When she failed, she’d just let herself fall into a heap laughing hysterically.

“Go out and talk to her, if you want,” Aidan said.

Bruce turned to him, blinking. “What?”

“You’re staring at my sister,” Aidan pushed. “Go talk to her. She’s actually pretty cool. Weird. But cool. I think you’re probably too old for her, but she’s still interesting and talking is better than staring.”

“Right,” Bruce said, feeling his face heat up a little. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Aidan assured him. “It’s fine.”

Bruce gave a nod and put his glass down, heading outside with his hands in his pockets. He didn’t exactly know what it was he was doing right now. He didn’t date and if he did it wouldn’t be women that were half his age. He just found himself drawn to her. It was like she was the polar opposite of him. Free and unthinking and completely out of her head. It was fascinating.

“Hello again, Bruce Banner.” She said without pausing in her jumping. That bra was not exactly built to support such a workout and her breasts looked like they might just escape due to the amount they were bouncing. Sweat beaded on her skin only making her look more attractive. He felt a sudden shove forward in the back of his brain from the Hulk. A little lust but mostly just a shove to stop him from chickening out.

“Uh, hello. Summer, right?” Bruce asked.

“That’s right,” she replied. She attempted another forward flip and only half pulled it off, stumbling on her landing. She quickly recovered and continued jumping.

Bruce glanced around for a topic of conversation. He still wasn’t quite sure what he was doing out here talking to her and he was already getting to the ‘overthinking it’ point. “Nice trampoline,” he settled on, and mentally cursed himself.

“Thanks,” she said, smiling. “It belongs to the family in 4B. I said they could put it out here if they let me use it. They laughed and said yes. I don’t think they thought I was serious.”

“What do you mean, you let them? Are you guys the landlords?” Bruce asked. She looked too young to be in charge of running a whole building. Aidan was in his mid-thirties, so maybe he was the landlord and she was just making herself in charge by association.

“Oh,” she said. “The building belongs to my dad. I’m studying at Columbia So he bought it and said I could live here if I let Aidan live with me and we had to run it like a business.” She answered.

Bruce blinked up at her. “Your dad just bought you a building? He’s not Tony Stark is he?”

She giggled. He could fall in love with that sound. It was so pure and unfiltered and genuine. It made him feel light just hearing it. “No, not him,” she said. “But I mean, he makes money from it. I know it’s over the top. I sometimes wonder how messed up my sense of entitlement is. I don’t really know what it’s like to not just get what I want.” She gave a small shrug and jumped around in a circle. “Now, I have a question for you, Bruce Banner.”

Bruce raised his eyebrows at her. “What is it?”

“Why aren’t you on this trampoline with me?”

Bruce laughed gently. “I don’t think it’s built to hold two adults.”

She stopped jumping and looked down at him, rolling her eyes. “Puh-lease. They had 20 kids on here last weekend. It’ll be fine.”

Bruce slipped off his loafers and took off his socks before climbing up on the trampoline. He willed the Hulk to stay back. He didn’t think the Big Guy would break for this, but he’s also never been on a trampoline before. She took his hands in hers and they started bouncing. To begin with, they didn’t leave the mat, they just bobbed up and down in time with each other. Her hands were warm and soft and she held him with no hesitation or awkwardness. As if they’d been doing that kind of thing for years.

“Why did your father make Aidan live with you? Why couldn’t he have his own place?” Bruce asked.

Summer shrugged. “It’s kind of shitty really. He’s a child of dad’s first marriage. That’s why the age difference is so big and why we don’t look much alike. I actually didn’t really know Aidan growing up. Dad just paid out the child support and didn’t have a lot to do with him. He went off the rails and I made dad feel guilty about it So he thought if he forced us to live together maybe Aidan might calm down a little. I don’t know. Maybe it just made me go off the rails.” She said and quirked an eyebrow at him.

“Oh? How did you go off the rails?” Bruce asked.

Summer started to counter the bouncing so that when he went down, she went up. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“That’s why I asked.” Bruce deadpanned.

“Maybe if you play your cards right, I might show you,” She said. Her voice was tinged with that sexy tease some people were so good at but Bruce had never been able to master.

Bruce shivered a little. This woman had just gone from ‘you’re someone here to talk’ to ‘I’m going to fuck you later’ in 0 seconds flat.

“Hey, I bet if you jumped really high when you landed, I’d go flying.” She said, shifting from ‘let’s fuck’ to ‘you’re my new best friend’.

Bruce chuckled and started to jump. Each time he landed she’d get thrown higher and higher until she was being lifted right above his head. Each jump would make her squeal with pure delight that rolled off her into him. It made the Hulk raise his head in interest, but Bruce wasn’t worried. At least not yet. He was watching but he was staying back. They were soon both laughing and she grabbed his arms as she flew up and pulled herself down and into him when she landed. He stumbled back and they fell to the mat, clinging to each other panting and laughing.

Bruce had that feeling of euphoria that you usually only get when your adrenaline kicks in. For him, it was usually accompanied by the Hulk. Right now, he only felt good and he couldn’t remember the last time that had happened. “Okay, okay. I need to stop… gotta watch the heart rate.” Bruce said, patting his chest.

“Okay, okay.” Summer said, patting his chest. “Did you have fun at least?”

Bruce smiled. “So much fun.”

She took his hand and started to trace a fingernail over his palm. “I’d like to give you kudos for not just staring at my tits the entire time we’ve been out here, Bruce Banner.”

“Why do you keep saying my whole name like that?” He asked.

She took his hand and put his palm against her cheek. “I just like the way it tastes.”

He ran his thumb over her bottom lips and they parted. As his thumb slowly dragged across, she closed her eyes and he pushed it into her mouth. Her tongue brushed over the pad and she took a deep breath that shuddered through her as she exhaled.

He pulled his thumb away but kept his hand on her cheek. She leaned into it and hummed softly. “I love when guys do that. It makes me think about kissing and sucking dick. Do guys think that when they do it?” The question sounded rhetorical. Like she was just musing to herself. It made Bruce’s cock twitch and once again he started to question what in the hell was he doing with this much younger woman. “I have another question for you, Bruce Banner.”

“What is it?” He asked.

“When you first kiss me, do you want it to be here on the trampoline, or in my bedroom?”

Bruce swallowed thickly and let out a breath. “He - here.”

She leaned in toward him and he bridged the gap. Their lips touched and in that moment Bruce knew he was done for.

They started slow, her soft lips barely parted. Their mouths moved only a little. It gradual deepened. They sucked on each other’s lips, his hand pushed into her hair and he moved her backward. She pushed her tongue into his mouth and he met it with his as they tasted each other. She lay back into the trampoline and he moved between her legs. It had been so long since he’d allowed himself this. The thought of the Hulk getting in the way not even passing through his mind. He felt like a teenager again. Just making out in the backyard with his cousin’s friend. Hoping it might lead to sex but knowing it probably wouldn't. No concerns about big green rage monsters getting in the way.

His hand moved up to her breast and he stroked his thumb over her nipple. I hardened to his touch and she hummed, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulled him deeper into her.

Someone cleared their throat behind them. Bruce jumped up, started to see Aidan and a few of the other men standing at the edge of the trampoline.

“We were going to head out again. Will you be staying here, Doctor Banner?” One of the other scientists asked.

Bruce flushed a bright red, but Summer didn’t even look up and acknowledge them. She just nuzzled into his neck and started sucking on his throat.

“Yes… uh. I’ll stay behind,” Bruce stammered trying to shake off that feeling like he’d just been caught masturbating by a family member.

One of the men laughed and turned back to the Brownstone. “Have fun, kids.” He called, waving to them.

“If you fuck my sister, you better be ready to propose to her,” Aidan teased and grabbed Summer’s ankle and shook it. “And you. Take it easy on him. He’s too nice for you.”

Summer didn’t even look up, she just gave Aidan the finger as he walked off. Bruce found it charming that Aidan didn’t seem to know who he wanted to be protective of. When the men disappeared into the building he turned back to Summer.

She looked up at him with those clear blue eyes of hers. She took a lock of his hair that hand fallen over his brow and twirled it around her finger. “So, Bruce Banner. Would you like to go back inside and have me not take it easy on you? You can prepare your proposal while I’m going very, very hard on you.”

Bruce swallowed and looked her up and down. There was a strong push at the back of his head. The Hulk letting him know he wanted this too. He nodded slowly and Summer got up and took his hand, leading him back into her apartment.

There was no stopping to offer him a drink or any other pretense that they weren’t now going to have sex. A very small part of him had hoped that maybe there would be. That maybe she might decide it was a bad idea because he couldn’t even remember the last time he’d been with a woman and he was terrified. Instead, Summer led him straight to her bedroom. Bruce had the brief chance to notice how hard she’d tried to pull off the poor college student look in her room with things that were actually really expensive. There was a king-sized, four-poster bed near the window. Along with the standard gauze curtain in a purple, paisley print hanging from it, she’d wound a string of fairy lights that also ran around the walls and over the bay windows that looked out over the street. Where most students would have a cheap metal frame, hers was solid hardwood. Her duvet was a similar paisley print, but the pillowcases were purple with white spots. There was a wing-backed chair in the corner of the room and on the bedside table sat an ornate carnival glass lamp.

That was all he could process before she’d pushed him against her door and her mouth was on his. Her hands went up under his shirt, her nails grazing over his stomach. He slid his hands up her back and under her bra strap, pulling her hard against him. She pulled back suddenly and headed to the window, her hips swaying as she walked. When she pulled the curtains closed she turned to face him.

“Tell me, Bruce Banner,” she asked, trailing her fingers down her stomach and over her pussy. “What would you like to do to me?”

He took a deep breath and moved toward her unbuttoning his shirt. When he reached her, he snaked his hands around her waist and pulled her against him. He leaned down, but she pulled back, avoiding the kiss he was trying to initiate.

“No, no, no.” She purred putting her hands on his chest. “You need to talk to me. I want to hear what you want.”

Bruce swallowed hard. How Summer could switch from innocent and carefree to sexually overt so seamlessly was probably the biggest turn on about her. “Take off your clothes.” He said, aiming for a commanding growl, but missing it completely.

She smiled and bit her bottom lip, letting her teeth rake over it as she slowly released it again. “Ordering me, huh? I like it.” She said, unhooking her bra. She slowly slid it down her arms and tossed it onto the wing-backed chair. Bruce took her breasts in his hands, palming them and rolling his thumbs over the pale pink peaks of her nipples. She turned in his arms and one of his hands traveled up to her throat. He pulled her head back so she was leaning on his shoulder and kissed her. As he did, she pushed her shorts down and wriggled out of them.

He turned her to face him and wrapped his hand in her hair, holding her head so she was looking up at him. He ran her thumb over her lips and she nipped at it. “I do think of you sucking my dick when I do that.” He said.

“Is that what you want?” She said breathily. “You want me on my knees? You want to fuck my face?”

He moaned and let her go. She dropped down and unbuckled his pants, pulling them down. She nuzzled at his crotch, running her nose along the tent his cock was forming in his boxers. She worked them down and he stepped out of them. His anxiety was starting to rise again but if Hulk was there he was being quiet. She took his cock in her hand and pumped it as she swirled her tongue over the head.

She looked up at him and went to say something and then stopped. His anxiety started to rise and he felt Hulk push on him. Telling how stupid and weak he was. That, of course, this beautiful young woman wouldn’t want someone like him.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to do this if you don’t want.” He said, stroking her hand through her hair.

She furrowed her brow. “No… I just… I know you might have issues with the other guy. But I like it when my hair gets pulled. And you can be rough. It’s okay if you don’t but I can take it.”

Bruce faltered. He’d expected her to say so many things, but that was not even in the realm of what he’d expected. He gave a short nod and Hulk backed off again. She opened her mouth and dropped her head down, taking him deep into the back of her throat and rolled her tongue so it wrapped around the underside of his shaft. He groaned and closed his eyes and just appreciated that wet warm feeling as she massaged his cock with her tongue. It had been so long and it felt so good, now what he worried about was not lasting long enough. He bunched her hair in his hands and started to thrust, opening his eyes again so he could watch her. She hummed and smiled up at him around his shaft, keeping her eyes locked on his.

He pulled her hair a little harder and picked up his speed, letting himself go a little more. She seemed to be in complete control of herself even with the fact he was holding her head in place. If she had trouble catching her breath she would twist slightly and release him only to plunge back down and suck harder than before. She gripped his ass and pressed her fingers against his asshole. Her tongue moved expertly against him, rolling and circling his cock.

That control both reassured him that he was safe exploring this and brought him closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. He pulled back as he felt it building and guided her to bend over her bed, pressing his cock against her cunt.

“Bruce, stop,” she moaned.

He pulled back immediately and looked around wildly. “Sorry. I’m sorry. I thought this was what you wanted.”

“It is. But you gotta wrap it up, pal,” she laughed.

“Oh. Oh, I’m sorry. I - uh - I don’t have any protection. We can do something else if you want.” Bruce stammered, pulling away.

Summer pointed to the bedside table. “Don’t worry. I’ve got you covered.”

Bruce pulled the drawer open and gasped. Inside were boxes and boxes of condoms. He had figured Summer must be a little promiscuous. He’d never had a woman just want to go straight to bed with him before. Not that he judged that kind of thing. He was friends with Tony after all. The way she had kept repeating his whole name had made him think that everything had gone a little faster because there was a little celebrity crush. Which now he thought about it was probably worse. He shook his head and looked at her. “How much sex do you have, Summer?”

She burst out laughing and rolled over onto the bed, crawling up next to him and looking into the drawer. “Not quite this much,” she giggled. “I mean, I’m not going to lie, I’m a bit of a slut,” she added at a whisper like she was letting him in on a big secret. “I just really like novelty condoms and I can’t stop buying them.” She reached down and started to gently stroke his cock.

Bruce shook himself. This had all started to feel like a terrible idea and he was starting to get that dull rumble feeling like the Hulk was moving forward. He’d gotten caught up in the fact that Summer was weird, and unself-conscious, and just stunning, and she wanted him, that he hadn’t stopped to think long enough that he hadn’t slept with anyone since the Hulk and that maybe sleeping with a woman he only just met when he didn’t actually know anything about her, including how old she was, might be a very bad idea.

“How many men have you slept with?” He asked.

“Men? Umm… six,” she answered, her fingers still teasing along his shaft. “Why? How many men have you slept with?”

“None,” he answered, turning to look at her. “So you’re bi?”

“I don’t think of myself as anything,” Summer said. “Do you not want to do this anymore? I can make your dick look like a kitty cat.” She rummaged around in the drawer and pulled out a box of condoms that according to the picture on the box, each one looked like a different animal when it was rolled on. As she pulled the box free a baggie of pills that had been taped to the inside of the drawer got knocked free and fell down. Bruce picked them up and looked at them.

“Is this ecstasy? Are you high, Summer?” He asked. It would explain everything really. Why she was acting the way she was. Her manner of speech. The fact she was even attracted to him. He mentally kicked himself. He was a stupid old man who got too caught up in some weird fantasy to realize that it was too good to be true. He got up and went to find his underwear.

She got up and came up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing her forehead against his back. “I’m not high, Bruce. I use those at raves. Not like, in the middle of the day on a Tuesday. This is really just how I am. If you don’t want to fuck now, that’s okay. But can you do me the decency of telling me what happened?”

“I don’t even know how old you are.” He said turning to face her. She reached up and twirled a lock of his hair around her finger and pulled it forward over his brow.

“Hi, Bruce Banner. My name is Summer Martin. I’m 24 years old. I have an older brother named Aidan, who is 36, and a younger sister named Dakota who is 17. My dad is wealthy. Extremely wealthy. He buys love rather than showing it. I study Classics at Columbia. I’m currently doing a Masters. I have only really had one serious relationship and that was when I was 16. It lasted for three years. Then I moved in with Aidan, and I started partying. I smoke pot and take ecstasy recreationally. Pot more than E. E is for special occasions. Very rarely and when I’m with the right people, I drop acid too. Even with all that I managed to get straight As at college. I like to have sex. But I won’t just do it with anyone. They need to connect with something in me. I don’t have a sexual preference other than that need for some connection. If I meet someone who is interested in me and I genuinely enjoy being in their company in a pure way, I do not go slowly. I have had sex with 15 people all up. Six identified as male. Seven had penises if that matters to you. I am always careful and I get tested regularly. My last test was a month ago and it came back clean. I thought we had that connection. On the trampoline. We had genuine, uncomplicated fun. I thought you might like to continue that in a more adult way. I’m sorry if you got caught up in the fantasy of who I am or something. I never meant to lead you into something you didn’t want to do.”

She let him go and stepped back. He looked her over and let out a breath. She had just laid herself bare to him and even though some of what she’d just said startled him and maybe even scared him a little - he had no idea how he could keep up with this woman - he wanted her. Hulk nudged him forward and he picked her up and kissed her passionately as he carried her to the bed.

“Okay, Summer Martin,” Bruce said, dropping her onto the mattress. “Let’s make my dick look like a kitty cat.”

She started giggling and opened the box, rifling through them until she found the one labeled cat. She tore the packet open and rolled it on over his length. The thing looked ridiculous. It was bright yellow and had a bulbous cartoon cat protruding from the end. They both looked down at it and broke down into peels of laughter.

“Summer! You gotta stop laughing at it!” Bruce teased, as he laughed himself. The laughter helped to be honest. It relaxed him and pushed all remaining concerns about the Big Guy right back.

“I’m not! It’s so cute. I’ll stroke the cute little kitty,” she said, running her hand up and down his cock.

“Little? That’s not very nice.” He teased, rolling her onto her back and kissing down her throat. He pushed his cock against her cunt, sliding it up and down her folds. She would take a sudden breath in every time it pressed against her clit. “Cats really like boxes. Have you got one this kitty can hide in?”

“Well, I’m not going to call my vagina a box. So no.” She said breaking down into hysterical laughter.

“You don’t like stupid euphemisms for vaginas? I can put my meat sword into your velvet purse?” Bruce said trying to think of the stupid things he’d heard Tony say when he was trying to get Bruce or Steve to blush.

Summer completely lost it. So was laughing in that hysterical way where you think you’ve stopped only to start up immediately again. It was like music to his ears. “Velvet purse! Oh god, help!”

“Summer Martin, I’m going to put my flesh flute into your pink taco!” He said.

“Please, no!” Summer squealed and he entered her. She moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Oh, fuck yes.”

Bruce rolled his hips slowly against her, letting her body adjust to him. Having his cock buried in her heat was some kind of bliss. He had no idea why he had waited so long. Maybe it was just the laughter that had allowed this to happen when he had failed so many times before. He nipped at the skin on her throat and ran the tip of his nose up to her chin. “My trouser snake just crawled into your love cave,” he said, making his voice breathy, to begin with, but breaking down into giggles by the end.

Summer shook her head, unable to form words, completely consumed by her laughter and her moans brought on by the feeling of his cock inside her. She brought her knees up and wrapped them around his waist. Her feet pressed on his ass and pushed him deeper into her.

Bruce started to thrust harder into her. The heat from her cunt felt like heaven around his cock. He imagined how she’d feel without the condom. The moisture of her arousal engulfing him and soaking his dick. She finally gained control of her laughter and began to dig her nails into her back. She contracted and released her pelvic floor in a random pattern that was bringing him to climax much too fast.

He kissed her and shifted his body so it was curved more, his cock penetrating her deeper than before. He flicked at her nipples with the tip of his tongue and she let out such a low and loud curse that it made him blush.

He sucked her nipple into his mouth and started pounding into her.

“Yes! Bruce! Just like that!” She cried, her body arching up into him. Her words were like encouragement for him. He went harder but with an irregular rhythm. Her hand snaked down between them and she started rubbing her clit. Her body seized up, contracting around his cock as she came. She let out a string of curse words and her nails dug into his back.

His hips jerked as her walls milked his cock and he emptied inside her. He slowed down his movements as his cock pulsed and twitched inside of her before slipping out.

He looked down at his dick and chuckled at the sad-looking slimy condom he had on. “Aww… kitty looks all sad and disgusting.” Summer teased.

“Poor kitty. He had a nice time at least.” He said making Summer break down into peals of laughter. She pointed at a wastebasket sitting next to a hardwood desk.

Bruce got up and removed the condom, tying it off and tossing it in the trash. He returned to the bed and Summer opened her arms out, welcoming him into her embrace. He nuzzled into her neck and draped his arm over her.

“I know this is really corny and something you’re not supposed to do. But Summer, that was really fun. I haven’t… since … the other guy I haven’t been with anyone. But even before, I never remember having that much fun during sex before.” He said as Summer carded her fingers through his hair. “Thank you.”

She smiled. “I was the first one?”

“Mmm… I mean I’ve tried, but… he was harder to control back then. I have more control now, but I still …” He shook his head, not wanting to go into the massive lists of reasons why he kept women at arm’s length thanks to his litany of mental blocks. She was here for a one-time thing. She didn’t need that. “There’s a dinner on for this conference tonight. Would you like to come? Aidan will be there.”

She giggled and sat up. “My brother is not the selling point you think he is. But sure. I’ll come. It will be interesting.” She sat up on the edge of the bed and looked back at him and trailed her fingers through his chest hair. “Or we could have a nice cool shower and maybe instead, we can order in some food and do that again?”

Bruce sat up and kissed her shoulder. “It is pretty hot out there and you do have air conditioning.”

“If you make a joke about Summer, I’ll kill you.” Summer laughed getting up and grabbing a satin robe and throwing it to him.

She wrapped a pink robe with flowers all over it around her and headed out of the bathroom. Bruce got up and put the robe on, watching her ass as she sashayed from the room. He jogged after her.

“Oh, I’ve got one!” He said laughing. “I sure am looking forward to spending this day in Summer.”

// NEXT

A/N: Back in the days I wrote RPF I invented an OC named Summer. I was kind of in love with the character but I stopped being able to write her story because the muse for the context I put her in was no longer speaking to me. I’ve wanted to bring her over to Marvel for a while but I couldn’t think of who to pair her with. Then I had Summer as a prompt on my Bruce Banner bingo card. Due to the fact this is Bruce paired with an OC and there’s an age gap, I’m assuming I’ll get almost no one reading it. So I'm writing it for me. Some of the chapters are just rewritten from her original fic changed enough to work for the older, much more reserved Bruce. Some are half rewrite/half new. Some are totally new. Unlike most of my fics, I’m not going to keep to a publishing schedule because this is for me. You might get a lot quickly and then a break while I work on other things. You might get it regularly for a while. I might change the days I publish it. Please if you like it let me know. It will encourage me to post more regularly and I’ll love you forever for loving my girl.

#brucebannerbingo2019 #bruce banner #bruce banner x oc #hulk #hulk fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #smut #she sets the city on fire #summer's day

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lovelyirony · 5 years ago

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"Building a coffin from confetti and confessions / Maybe there will be a lesson / In the rubble when it's through / Buried in metal and a million memories / The temperature is rising to a thousand degrees" + Tony

People collect memories of you whether or not you want them to. This is a fact. Someone has a memory of your pajama pants at the grocery store. Someone else could remember the fact that you were blasting “Tonight, Tonight” by Hot Chelle Rae and you were crying and screaming the lyrics. They are wondering why you were doing that. Also why you screamed “fuck” seventeen individual times.

So you might know this. You might have accepted this fact. Tony has.

But there’s something else that only few know: you can manipulate people’s memories of you.

If Tony wasn’t so dead-set on becoming an engineer, he probably would’ve become an actor something. He’s good at lying, but he’s even better at controlling the memories.

People remember him getting shit-faced, out of control, but they never remember anything else.

He likes that sometimes. That people think they remember the facts and then they don’t, because it can help sometimes.

Sometimes.

Not when he’s staring at the group that’s arrived, looking around at all the guests.

It kind of sucks when you want friends. Or love. Both. Both is good.

They call themselves the Avengers. Others do it too because they’re just...good. They’re the kids who talk to you when you’re stressed. Bruce Banner helps kids with science.

Tony can’t--he couldn’t possibly do that. For a variety of reasons. The most prominent being that it would be considered a PR stunt and he really doesn’t want to do something that’s just for cameras and lighting settings.

So he watches. Because that’s all someone like him can do in front of others, but behind the scenes he can do more.

He can do things like be a superhero. Iron Man, they call him. People love him. They have t-shirts with his mask on it, and it’s kind of bittersweet because people would hate knowing that Tony Stark was behind it.

And he also knows that people are better remembered in death. They become enshrined for their amazing acts of kindness and everything else usually gets swept under the rug for forty or fifty-odd years.

So that’s what he’s planning on. Maybe people will discover it when he’s dead and gone and they will feel a little bit bad. Maybe they’ll try to prove that someone else was Iron Man.

But for now Tony is content to sit on the sidelines and watch the Avengers roll their eyes as he waves.

And then the unthinkable happens.

Natasha walks up.

“Why’d you invite us to this?” She demands. “We’re not exactly what you’d call your friends.”

Tony smiles.

“Of course you’re not. You do good and I spend money on Fireball for fraternity boys. That’s not exactly my candidate entry for sainthood.”

Natasha has a small smile for a second.

(He considers it a win.)

“You still didn’t answer my question.”

“Figure if I’m supplying booze, you all might like some of it,” Tony says with a shrug. “And just because Rogers rescues kittens out of trees and knows how to say ‘Our Father’ in sixteen different languages doesn’t mean I’m thinking he spends his Friday nights studying catechism.”

At that one, Natasha actually laughs.

She grabs an unopened bottle of rum.

“Thanks, Stark. You’re a real pal.”

Pal is usually used in contexts that are set in history periods or to remind someone what their place is because no one fucking uses pal.

Natasha is essentially telling Tony that they appreciate it, but they’re not won over by the booze supply.

He was expecting that, honestly. He still hates that she used “pal.” Who the fuck uses pal?

And then an explosion. Of fucking course there’s an explosion, and people want to stay at Tony’s house and he wants to let them but someone might fuck up a painting, and--

Ah, shit. They’re gonna have to stay.

“Well, you all have fun and all. If I find out that a painting is torn or a glass is broken, I will be using DNA testing to figure out who did it, and then you will be sent a bill. All the glasses are two hundred a piece and the paintings are insured but worth over thousands of dollars, most of which you do not have. Except for you Chad, go crazy. Isn’t your mom a plastic surgeon?”

“In LA!”

“Bravo,” Tony says, smile sarcastic. “Well then, I’m sure she’s proud you’re drinking Red Bull with Jaegermeister. A real winner, you are.”

A few people laugh and Tony walks off while people presumably do their thing, and he’s out the door into the soft light.

Iron Man flies in for the situation at hand, which is a group of chemical engineers gone crazy and trying to blow up a building or something. He hates them on sight.

“Nice of you to show up,” Hawkeye says sarcastically. “What, get caught up by traffic?”

“Foot traffic,” Iron Man says. “Impeccable reputation with the people, as you know.”

“I’ve heard you make three different medieval history puns, I hate you,” Winter Soldier mutters.

“And yet you understood all of them and laughed, so who’s the real loser here?” Iron Man snarks back. “Let’s kick ass.”

The situation is taken care of fairly quickly, and Iron Man leaves it to Captain America.

“As much as I’d love to chew these guys out about engineering principles, I really have a previous situation that I need to check on. Involves alcohol and no supervision.”

“Say no more,” Winter Soldier responds. “Go. Do your thing.”

Iron Man blows a kiss.

Natasha knocks Bucky on the back of the head.

“Why don’t you just buy him a house already? You look so lovesick it’s like you made a scrapbook for your wedding.”

“Shut up,” Bucky mutters. “Let’s get back to where we were so there’s no suspicion.”

“You can go back, I’m turning in,” Bruce mutters. “Way too many people.”

“I’ll see you later, I’ll turn these shits into police,” Steve says. “Falcon, you’re coming with me.”

“On it,” Sam says, grinning. “See you losers later.”

The party is still going on. There are no broken glasses or torn paintings, but Tony’s about ready to end it all (the party, that is) and kicks most everyone out.

“Come on man!” A girl whines. “It was just getting good! Beer pong was getting set up!”

“I’ll have you know I was born sophisticated and while I’ll snack on shitty, homemade excuses for snack mixes, I will not tolerate beer pong in this house. Leave.”

With many a grumble, people go home quickly.

Bucky Barnes laughs.

If you didn’t know, Tony has a Gigantic, Huge, Ginormous Crush on Bucky Barnes.

It’s bad.

Like, I-Can’t-Look-at-Him-or-I’ll-Die bad.

So when he laughs?

Tony’s heartstrings zing. Like the Judy Garland song to a T.

“You’re a pretty funny guy, Stark.”

“Only on Thursdays and Sundays and every other Friday,” Tony shoots back. Bucky still smiles.

“Some party you were hosting.”

“I like to entertain.”

“You ever get exhausted?”

“Only when choosing what cheese platter to order,” Tony responds, smiling. “But you guys should get home, get some rest. God knows I should, but I have too many projects to work on.”

“You’re in mechanical engineering, right? I see you sometimes. I have a woodshop class there.”

Tony blanks.

Bucky Barnes has noticed him.

Um.

“Yeah,” Tony says. “Yeah, I go there. For class. A lot. Anyways, it was very nice seeing you all tonight, I’m going to bed.”

Tony lies awake at night and this time it’s from sheer embarrassment. He was talking in fragmentary sentences! Who the fuck does that?

He’s going to fail his test tomorrow. He just knows it.

Bucky’s swooning on Cloud Nine.

Tony Stark! Talked! To Him!

Steve keeps making fun of him, but it’s worth it.

“You still got tongue-tied around Iron Man tonight,” Steve teases. “I wouldn’t count it as an absolute win.”

“Winter Soldier is supposed to be stoic and moody,” Bucky argues. “I think I won.”

“You told Iron Man you hated him,” Sam deadpans. “Like you didn’t almost cry of happiness when he made that stupid fucking King Arthur pun.”

“It was art, I’m meant to cry about it,” Bucky says. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Goodnight.”

He goes to bed with a smile on his face.

Now, if there was a way for him to get closer to Tony...that’d be nice.

#lovelyirony writes #sam wilson #bucky barnes #tony stark #winteriron #yes this is angsty and funny at the same time #NO bucky and tony don't know each other's alter egos #yes tony is that nerdy #natasha romanoff #the avengers are Cool okay

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flowerfan2 · 5 years ago

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Affinity - Ch. 20 (10.20)

Friends, this show is killing me. For your angsting pleasure, below please find chapter 20 of my coda series. As I was writing this a line from a Robert Frost poem lodged itself in my brain, so I had Steve think of it too. (”As dawn goes down to day / Nothing gold can stay.”) I feel like it may be the epitaph for Season 10 (probably should have saved it for the title of another fic... come to think of it, I still can...)

Affinity - McDanno, A03

Chapter 20

Steve walks past the fountains and sparkling infinity pool, weaving his way through the strategically placed lounge chairs until he gets to the beach. The Four Seasons Resort on Maui is an unusually ritzy location for Danny to choose for a spring break trip, but he got some kind of amazing deal and has been looking forward to spending this time with his kids for weeks.

Steve had been touched when Danny insisted that he come along too. At the same time, he was wary of impinging on Danny’s limited family time, and a little hesitant to take off the same week as Danny when they were trying to keep their relationship quiet. They had finally agreed that Steve would join them for the weekend, and so here he is, in his swim trunks and slippahs, gazing across the sand in search of his partner.

He hasn’t been looking for long when he hears a squeal, followed immediately by an armful of young boy.

“Uncle Steve!” Charlie exclaims. “You’re here! Come swim with me!”

Steve promises that he will, then slings the boy upside down over his shoulder and proceeds down the beach, much to Charlie’s amusement.

He finally sees Danny and Grace, sharing a large beach blanket. Grace spots him and smiles, standing up and coming over to give him a big hug as he slides Charlie back to the ground.

“You look great,” Steve says, and Grace gives him a sassy smile. She’s so grown up, he thinks, but keeps it to himself – he remembers how he hated when people said that to him, as if it was some remarkable observation. But she has, and it makes his heart ache just a little. It’s been a long time since Grace was the one to run up to him and grab him by the hand, demanding that he get in the water and play with her.

Grace seems to see something in his expression that gives her pause, and she grabs Charlie by the arm and tugs him towards the water. “Come on, kiddo,” she says, “get your body board, I’ll go in with you. Steve can’t go swimming yet, he hasn’t put any sunscreen on.”

Charlie looks at Steve wide-eyed, as if he’s committed a felony, and Steve nods. “I need a few minutes to get ready,” he says solemnly. He winks a thank-you to Grace as the kids race off together towards the surf.

Children out of the way, Steve finally sinks down on the beach blanket next to Danny. It’s some kind of thin colorful fabric, like the parachute pants from the 80’s, and it feels nice on his bare feet.

Danny is stretched out on his stomach, head pillowed on his arms, showing off his deltoids and triceps. Steve could look at him all day, broad shoulders narrowing into a trim waist, a sliver of whiter skin showing just above the waistline of his black swim trunks.

Danny’s eyes are closed, but there’s a small smile dancing around his mouth. A moment after Steve settles next to him Danny opens his eyes and his smile broadens, stretching his face.

“Hey there,” Danny says, reaching out to pet at Steve’s arm. “’m glad you’re here.”

“Me too.” Steve sits cross-legged, setting his backpack down and letting out a long breath. “It was an easy trip over. Quick flight.”

“Good.” Danny shifts to his side, propping his head up on an elbow. Steve can feel Danny studying him as he looks out over the water.

“Steve, you okay?”

“Yeah, of course,” Steve replies automatically. He’s not, not really, and he knows it. He’s pretty sure Danny knows it too, even though he’s barely been here a minute.

It’s not as if he doesn’t want to confide in Danny. It’s just the opposite. It’s all threatening to spill out, and he doesn’t know how to control it. Steve can’t stop thinking about the call he got last night, right when he was deep in painful memories of his father, hiding out in the garage and playing that tape. The unexpected call from the lawyer was a stinging confirmation of how much he still doesn’t know about his parents, and will probably never know.

After he hung up on the lawyer, Steve had braced himself on the work bench and narrowly avoided hyperventilating, focusing on his breathing and the feel of the wood under his fingers until he calmed down. Then he packed up the tool box and went back into his house, accepting a beer from Adam and ribbing Hirsch and generally pretending that nothing had happened.

He thinks he did a pretty good job of it. He’s had a lot of practice. But he can never hide this kind of thing from Danny, at least not for long.

Danny reaches up to grab at the collar of Steve’s t-shirt, tugging him closer. “Lay down,” he says. “Relax.” Danny’s brow is creased with concern. Yup, he’s not buying it.

Steve stretches out on his side, mirroring Danny’s position, and runs a hand over Danny’s head. His hair is sticky with salt, and Danny makes a face. “Cut it out.”

“You’re cute when you’re sunburned,” Steve says, hoping to lighten the mood.

“I’m not sunburned,” Danny replies, gazing down over his bare chest and arms. “Too much fur.”

“It’s a protective coating,” Steve says, touching the soft hair on Danny’s chest. “Lucky you. Your face, on the other hand-”

“My face is fine,” Danny says, grinning. “Your face, though – different story. I can’t stand your face. Hate it.”

“Oh yeah?” Steve says, moving closer. “You sure?”

“Definitely.” Danny leans in and kisses Steve lightly, just a touch of his lips to Steve’s. “Awful. The worst. Don’t want to be anywhere near it.”

They kiss for a few minutes, cognizant of the fact that while the beach isn’t particularly crowded at a luxury resort like this, it isn’t private, either. But it’s enough physical contact to ground Steve, to soothe him. When they break apart, he feels like he can breathe again.

They spend the afternoon alternating between swimming with the kids and lazing around on the beach, and it’s perfect. Steve gets to ogle Danny’s broad chest and strong arms as he carries Charlie on his shoulders through the waves, Grace declining to participate in the chicken fight but chiming in with rules they make up on the spot for their lopsided challenge. He pulls his phone out of his backpack only to snap photos of Danny and Grace strolling along the water’s edge, or Charlie making sandcastles. He does not think about work, or mortality, or Doris. Much.

They order food from the beach side café, poke bowls for Grace and Steve and chicken wings and fries for Danny and Charlie, and eat it on their beach blanket, rinsing their hands clean in the ocean when they’re done. Steve and Danny drink beer and tease Grace about how she’s still too young to drink (she is, although as she’s at college now she just rolls her eyes at them when they refuse her a beer).

Charlie begs for ice cream and so Steve goes back up to the café to get them each a double scoop of gelato.

The sun is just starting to set, a breeze making Steve’s skin ripple with goosebumps, when Grace stands up and gathers her things. “Sorry we have to go,” she says. “Charlie and I have plans.”

“It’s Avengers movie night,” Charlie explains. “Danno won’t watch them anymore, he says he’s mad about Endgame.”

Steve raises an eyebrow at Danny, and Danny just shakes his head. “We’ve been over this. The time travel plot makes no sense, it wouldn’t work that way, and getting Cap back together with Peggy is completely out of character-”

“I don’t like that they killed Iron Man,” Charlie says. “But it’s still my favorite movie ever.”

Charlie and Grace give them both hugs, and Danny tells Grace not to let Charlie stay up too late, which just earns him eye rolls from both siblings, and then the kids say goodnight and traipse off towards the hotel.

“I’m glad to hear I’m not the only one that has to listen to your Marvel rants,” Steve says, laying down on the blanket, hands behind his head.

“It was a stupid ending. They sidelined Bucky and went full no homo in pairing Cap up with Peggy. And Charlie’s right, there was no need to kill a main character just for dramatic effect. It was a stupid way to end the arc. An insult to the fans.”

“It’s just a story,” Steve says.

“Stories have meaning,” Danny replies. “Representation matters.” Danny gives Steve what is likely meant to be a meaningful look, and Steve laughs.

“You’re a Stucky fan, aren’t you?” Steve asks, and he watches as Danny’s face goes slightly red.

“Obviously.”

“I miss Jerry,” Steve says. It’s not a non sequitur, and Danny gets it. Jerry was their enthusiastic guide to all thinks comic book related, and they had spent many an evening watching movies and arguing about their favorite characters. Danny can fly his freak flag high with the rest of them given enough beer.

“Me too.”

Having Jerry leave the team had hurt almost as much as losing Chin and Kono. A long forgotten line pops into his head, a remnant from something he had to read in junior high English class. So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.

Steve sighs and closes his eyes, beating back the sudden urge to cry. His emotions are all over the place lately. He’s got to get a hold of himself.

They lie in silence for a little while, listening to the echo of live music now coming from the pool area. It’s a traditional Hawaiian band, with a female singer singing a romantic song about a lei of stars.

Danny’s hand slides over to Steve, and Steve pulls his arm out from under his head and takes Danny’s hand, their arms warm as they press together. The sun has almost set, and the sky is streaked with pink and orange light.

“This was a great day,” Steve says quietly. “Thanks for inviting me.”

Danny makes a soft noise in his throat. “Of course. I wish you had come for the whole week.”

Steve wishes with all his heart that he could have been with Danny and the kids for the whole week, but he still believes he did what was best. He doesn’t like how Danny sounds a little hurt, though. That’s not at all what he had intended.

“I’m sorry, Danny. I just… I couldn’t.”

“Why not?”

Steve can feel Danny turning to look at him, but he can’t look back, keeping his gaze firmly fixed on the sky. “It’s hard to explain.”

“Can you try?”

Steve shakes his head. Danny’s kids are ‘ohana, they are part of his family. But he’s still just their uncle, not their dad. Danny will always have a connection with them, a legal bond with them, but it’s different for Steve. He doesn’t have any right to them. He can’t keep them with him any more than he can keep Danny.

Danny, who is looking at him with such concern that it makes him want to cry all over again. Or run away, go back to Oahu and sit in the dark by himself, waiting to see what new heartache Doris is about to put him through. He has no idea what’s in the package the lawyer is bringing him, but he is sure it isn’t anything good. Nothing about Doris ever is, in the end, no matter how hard Steve tries.

“I love you,” Danny whispers, turning to wrap his arms around Steve. “I love you. I’m right here.”

Steve lets Danny pull him in, curling up against him as the sky goes dark and the stars come out. He’ll tell him soon, about the phone call and the package from Doris, and Danny will scowl and curse and stomp around, upset on his behalf and upset at feeling helpless to do anything about it. But for now, Steve just wants to focus on being close to Danny for a little while more. Right now it’s just the two of them, no one else. He wishes it could always be this way.

“I love you too,” Steve says under his breath, knowing Danny can hear it. He tightens his arms around Danny, inhales the warm scent of his skin, and tries to let Danny’s love fill his empty spaces.

#mcdanno #H50 #Hawaii Five-O #H50 fic #10.20 #Steve McGarrett #Danny Williams

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forever-more-never-again · 6 years ago

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A Different Kind of Family

Requested: Anonymous

Word Count: 1737

Warnings: None

Pairing: None

Request: How about a avengers x cast reader where u have to go through the audition process similar to Tom Holland’s and u maybe have a screen test where there’s a portion of the script where it’s either in a different language or you have to do a trick (like Holland lol..) and the Russo’s and stuff are there and u get the part and maybe some first day on set fluff. Maybe a friendly athletic competition between the reader and some of the male cast members and the reader (female) wins... <3

Masterlist

“Sorry!” You yelled back at the woman you had almost tripped, not breaking from your run.

You were so late. So, so late. Your alarm clock had not gone off this morning and you scrambled. You couldn’t miss this audition. Not after your agent had worked so hard to get it for you.

Knowing how much you loved the Marvel Universe.

The doors practically came off their hinges as you burst into the office.

“I’m here!” You panted, leaning over, your hands on your knees as you caught your breath.

“[Y/n] [L/n], I presume?” A scornful woman's voice reached your ears.

Feeling heat in your cheeks, you looked up at the receptionist and saw the dislike on her face.

Dredging up your courage, you walked up to the desk, “Yes. I apologize for being late. Is there any chance that the Directors could see my audition today?”

The woman sighed as if you had asked for the moon, but clicked on her computer before picking up her phone and waiting. Holding up a perfectly manicured nail at you, she pursed her lips.

“Yes. Your Ten o’clock is here at Noon. Do you still wish to-” She was cut off abruptly by whoever was on the other line.

Grimacing, she listened. Her eyebrows pinching together in anger and frustration.

“But sir...Yes. Okay.” Hanging up, she faced you, “Room 213. They’re waiting for you.”

You smiled, not letting her get under your skin, “Thank you.”

Walking down the hallways, you reviewed the script in your head. You had poured over it the past few days until you had it memorized.

Room 213. You knocked politely before clicking the handle and opening the door.

“Hello? I’m [Y/n] [L/n]..is this-?”

Three men turned at your entrance.

“[Y/n]! Thanks for joining us! Your agent only told us great things. Why don’t you get situated up by the screen and we’ll do a quick read-through before we move to the stunts?”

You nodded along to the words, but your attention was on the third man. Chris Evans was standing in front of you, smiling, in a stretched grey t shirt.

“Hello. [Y/n], right?” Chris stretched a hand out towards you.

You shook yourself out of your stupid and reminded yourself to act professionally. Shaking his hand you nodded, “Yup. You’ll be reading with me?”

His laugh was so pure.

“Yeah, Joe and Anthony asked me here today.” He looked over at the two middle aged men sitting behind the table.

“Well...let’s get started. Since I was late. I’m sorry for that…” You bowed your head slightly at the men.

Joe laughed you off, “Nonsense. From what we’ve seen of you onstage and what your agent told us, I think it will be worth the wait. Why don’t you take it from page 16?”

You filed through the pages in your mind until you found the scene he was talking about.

Mulling it over, you nodded and got into position across from Chris Evans.

Captain America:(Looking sternly around the room) Hydra has gone too far this time. Using children as a shield so that we can’t openly attack.

[Character]:(maintain eye contact) I thought I knew what they would do next...It’s my fault we failed the mission.

Captain America:(Walk over, place hand on shoulder) We don’t place blame. You told us what you knew. And it did help.

[Character] walks away, muttering

[Character]: Ich dachte, wir hätten es diesmal (I thought we had them this time)

“Alright, we’ll stop there!” Anthony called out.

You squinted, sure that you had messed up on the translation. You had practiced the German words, but they still felt odd and tough coming out of your mouth.

“Chris!” Joe called the actor over with a wave of his hand and the three men huddled up.

You shifted your weight, wondering if you were done, if you were supposed to leave, or what.

When you decided to leave, and reached the door, the three men broke apart and scanned the room.

“[Y/n]!” Chris was smiling.

You paused, turning back to them. “Thank you for the opportunity to Audition.” You bowed your head again.

“[Y/n].” You raised your head as Joe said your name. He was smiling as well. He shared a look with Anthony before looking at you again, “Welcome to the Marvel Universe.”

It took a moment for his words to register. You bounced, your excitement threatening to break through, “Wait! You mean?”

Chris came over and wrapped his arms around you in a hug, “Welcome to the cast! You got the part!”

Two months later, you were walking onto the set for the first time. Your eyes wide and your whole body practically vibrating with anticipation.

You thanked all that was right in the world that your alarm clock had actually gone off. It wouldn’t do to be late to auditions and the first day on set.

“Hey! You must be [Y/n]! Chris told us about your audition!” A man you recognized from the movies and news walked around cameras to you, a broad smile on his face.

“Hi! Yes, you must be Sebastian.”

The man laughed loudly, “Please, call me Seb! So..you’re going to be playing my Hydra counterpart. You ready?”

You bounced, “Yes! I’m so excited! This is a dream come true!”

“I’ve heard that before.” Another man walked up.

Sebastian pounded his back, causing the man to stumble, “Awe, Come on Anthony, be a little more happy for the new cast mate.”

Anthony smirked at you, “Welcome to hell. Enjoy your stay.”

You couldn’t help the giggle.

“Are you boys trying to taint the newbie already?” Scarlett Johansson walked up to the group, dressed in her black widow outfit.

“Oh my gosh...Scarlett! I’m a big fan!” You held out your hand, shaking the laughing woman’s hand.

“So young and energetic.”

“I see you all met [Y/n].”

You whirled around, “Hi Chris!”

Chris Evans walked over with the rest of the cast with him.

“Everyone, meet [Y/n]. [Y/n] meet...everyone.”

The next few minutes was chaos as people introduced themselves and asked you a million questions.

Your smile was going to break your face if you weren’t careful.

“Alright. Let’s put you to the test.”

You turned with a confused look at Sebastian and Anthony, both were wearing a scary looking smirk.

You hesitated, “A test?”

Seb nodded sagely, “To prove that you belong in the Marvel Universe.”

Now you were more confused, “But..I already got the part…?”

Tom Holland put an arm over your shoulders, glaring playfully at the two grown men, “Don’t fight it, [Y/n]. It’s just them pranking you. You’ll get used to it.”

You nodded. “Alright.”

Anthony paced before you, “I challenge you to beat Chris Evans in a coffee race.”

“A coffee race?”

Chris piped up, smiling, chuckling, “Why me?”

Sebastian ignored him as he took over Anthony, “You two will race to get a specific order that me and Anthony will text to you as soon as you leave here. First to return with the correct order, wins.”

You laughed, “This is just your way of getting free coffee...isn't it?”

Tom Holland laughed beside you, “My first time on set, they had me run and buy a carrot cake. This is most definitely them trying to get free coffee.”

You thought it over, then shrugged. Turning to Chris, you outstretched your arm for a handshake, “May the best cast member win.”

Chris shook your head, flexing his muscles a little to show off, “Oh, you’re on.”

Soon bets were being placed, money exchanging hands.

Anthony and Sebastian pulled out their phones.

Anthony yelled out, “Ready! Set! Go!”

You took off with a laugh. Racing out. You knew the perfect coffee shop. It was a block away, you had scooped it out earlier that week.

Chris ran in a different direction, but you couldn’t focus on where he was going.

Your phone dinged with an incoming message and you read the text.

[Unknown] 9:58am: Your order is a Caramel Macchiato, Venti, Skim, Extra Shot, Extra-Hot, Extra-Whip, Sugar-Free. Good luck :)

You smirked.

Bursting into the cafe. You startled the barista. A young teen.

Running to the counter, you laughed, “Sorry! I’m in a race and I have to order this.” You showed the kid your text message.

He got a knowling gleam in his eye and smiled at you. “Well let’s make sure you win then. Stacy! Veronica! Get up here and help!” He yelled to the backroom.

Two young women walked out and once you explained to them what was going on, they were full of laughter and rushing around the machines to get your drink done.

Only ten minutes had gone by when your drink was presented to you, two paper cups to prevent you from burning yourself.

“Thanks! I’ll tell you guys how it goes if I see you later!” You yell back as you run out of the cafe.

Breathing hard, you burst back onto set, hand holding the coffee outstretched. “Got it!”

Everyone had been standing around talking. They froze and turned to you, shocked, “How did you get back so fast? Did you drive?” Anthony asked, suspiciously.

You shook your head, right as the door banged open behind you and a sweaty Chris Evans ran in, covered in spilled coffee.

“[Y/n]?” He asked, surprised to see you there already.

You muffled a giggle, “What happened to you?” A giggle slipped out.

Chris sighed, “I spilt the first cup, so I had to run back and reorder it.”

Sebastian walked forward, taking the cup from you, “Which Cafe did you go to?”

You waved in the general direction, “The one on the street a block over. It’s pretty small. I nearly missed it when I was exploring earlier this week.”

Everyone shared confused looks, “There’s a cafe that close and you guys never realized it?” You asked, realization dawning on you.

You started laughing, and soon everyone else joined in.

“Well. Thanks [Y/n]. You won me fifty bucks!” Tom Holland patted your back as he headed towards the set.

“Alright guys! We’re ready for you!” Anthony and Joe Russo yelled.

“Welcome to the Marvel Universe, kid. It’s a different kind of family...but it’s a good one.” Chris smiled at you.

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alswonderland · 6 years ago

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Its time

↳Peter Parker x f!reader

↳ Pregnant au/ married life au with Peter Parker where Peter and reader prepare for the arrival of a new member.

↳Warning: avengers being cute af, fluffy goodness, married couple stuff, Peter being suggestive (slightly)

↳A/n: dude you have no clue how long I have been wanting to post this for. I kept procrastinating on writing it even thought I loved the idea.

*edited from the original version*

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“Y/n!” Peter screamed at the top of his lungs “can you get the screws as well?” he asked his 9 month pregnant wife.

Peter was in the middle of setting a baby crib that he had ordered online when you were 3 months pregnant, but due to really bad shipping arrangements the crib had only come two days go.

Which is why both you and your husband(mostly your husband, because he wasn't letting you do anything) were trying to build the crib as fast as you could because you never know when the baby would pop right out of you, since you were now very close to your due date.

“Coming, coming” you waddled your way to Peter. You gave him the desired object and held your very round belly. “Do you see that sweety, do you see what daddy is making for you? this is going to be your new bed!” you looked at Peter and newly made crib.

You had started to pick up the habit of talking to your baby in the middle of your pregnancy due to the fact that you were bored of staying home alone the entire day, you spoke to your baby, telling him stories about how you and Peter met and how excited is everyone to meet the little one.

Peter looked at you in awe as you rubbed your belly and smiled at your bump. He got on his knees and looked your big belly. He rubbed small circles and whispered soft things only for your infant to hear. Father-son bonding time as he liked to call.

When ever Peter had time, whether it was after long hours of work at the bureau or going on business trips with Tony , your husband would always find a way to talk to your baby.

Peter got up from his position to cup your face in his soft hands. “I love you” he said as he kissed your temple softly.

“I love you, too”

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You opened an eye looking at the glowing red light next to your bed, 3 am. You let out a small groan, angry, it was 3 am and you couldn’t sleep no matter how hard you tried because everytime your eyes closed you would see that beautiful chocolate cake you saw at the grocery store the day before when you went for a late night grocery run with Peter.

“i knew i should've bought it” you thought resting your hand on your belly and felt kicks. “are you thinking about it too?” smiling you looked over to your sleeping husband. Mouth wide open, a bit of drool threatening to fall on the baby blue pillowcase he was sleeping on. What a cutie.

You leaned over to him and gave him a kiss on the forehead.

You slowly removed the covers of your body and tried get off the bed without making any sounds to make up the sleeping beauty next to you.

“ouch, that hurt!” You whined softly, as you rubbed the area you got kicked “whats wrong?” you pouted.

“Food?” you questioned in a amused tone, and got a kick as a response. With that you walked out of your shared bedroom and made your way to the kitchen.

“What should we eat?” You bent down a little to look at the items inside your refrigerator.

“Broccoli? Nah who we kidding we ain’t healthy, pasta? Hmm maybe in the morning,” both hungry and frustrated from no sleep you shut the fridge a bit to hard. You winced at the noise of magnets falling on the floor and prayed that Peter hadn’t woken up.

“We literally don’t have anything to eat!” you kicked the magnets out of the kitchen making a mental note to tell him in the morning to pick it up. You let a annoyed sigh, when you remembered Peter buying some snacks.

“Ah ha!” You exclaimed looking at the pack of chocolate chips in your pantry. “ I knew I had this somewhere” you grined.

You looked at your belly which was covered in one of Peter’s extra large graphics t-shirts, and said “ let’s get baking kiddo.”

“Ahh smells so good!!!” You exclaimed as you mixed the dough with the chocolate chips “if only I can taste it” you said with a slight pout, as you brought the spoon next to your mouth.

“Don’t you even think about it” said Peter making you jump in fright.

“OMG BABE! WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO? SCARE THE BABY OUT OF ME?” You screamed as you placed your hand on your rapidly beating heart.

Peter, no longer leaning on the doorway of your kitchen made his way to you. His arms holding you in a soft embrace, as he muttered soft words to calm your poor heart. He kissed your forehead and apologized profusely.

“Y/n what are you even doing here? At this time? It’s almost 3:30?”

“I... well you see Junior over here got hungry and decided that it would be fun playing soccer in my tummy till he gets my attention which he did. So I came into the kitchen to see what is there to eat, but didn’t find anything that I wanted then I remembered that we have chocolate chips left so”

“So you wanted to bake cookies” said Peter with a beautiful grin.

“Oh you know me so well, Mr. Husband” you cooed as you pecked his lips.

He smiled at the gesture and shook his head at your cute antics.

“Well then, since you’re going to be baking cookies I might as well help you. Now go on sit down, and let me do the rest.”

With that he sent you out of the kitchen and put the cookies in the oven and cleaned the kitchen as you eagerly waited for them to be done.

You walked back into the kitchen to see if your treats were ready to eat instead you were faced with your husbands back who was in the process of cleaning the dishes.

“wait what are you doing here” you poked Peter’s arm. “i woke up when you kissed me” he shrug as he continued to do the dishes. “you know babe i really thought i was gonna get something more than just a kiss on the forehead since....well you know.... you were up during fuckboy hours but i guess not” he pouted and then winked “and since we are up now” he sang wiggling his eyebrows, you hit his arms laughing.

“Peter” you gasp “how can you say that and in front of your son ” you faked a shocked expression as Peter jokingly started to strip out of his pjs.

‘wow a dinner and a show im so lucky’ you thought as you took a bite of a cookie.

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“ OMG BABE!!!!” Peter’s screams rang through the house.

“What what is? What happened? Who died” you came in as fast as you could while you held onto your belly.

“Honey walk slowly you might get hurt” Peter extended his arm for you to take and gently put you down on you shared bed.

“Nothing like that happened but I just realized that you due date is in a week!!!” He exclaimed. “ IN A WEEK!”

“Can you imagine it? A mini me will be waking around this very spot in a week, Y/n can you imagine!!!” He spoke, his eyes shining with each word.

You smiled “ well he won’t be walking yet but YES IM SO EXCITED! Oh that reminds me, I kind of bought some more baby clothes the other day with Nat. Only because they were so cute!” You gushed. “You should’ve been there Peter that store is magical” he laughed at your child like behavior and went to get the bag of clothes from the closet.

“Did you find it?” You asked, getting ready to get them yourself.

“I got it. I got it” he said as he brought a baby blue bag along with a big brown book.

“also look at what I found” he waved your photo album in the air and sat next to you.

“Awe look it’s little Peter with his little willy,” You pointed at your husband’s baby picture.

Peter’s faced became red, he cleared his throat and turned the page to avoid any more of your comments, “well its not so small now is it” he let out of a soft ouch and rubbed his arm because you hit his arm for saying such things near his soon-to-be-born baby

As you looked through the album of memories, you started to feel intense pain in your lower abdomen.

Little driblets of sweat started to from on your forehead and you breathing started to be come more heavy.

Peter noticed the change in your behavior and placed a hand on the small of back to calm you down. You smiled at him weakly, and grabbed his thigh when the pain became unbearable.

“P-peter” you quietly let out, “I-I think it’s time” you said looking in between your legs and saw the small water soaking your pants.

Your water broke.

Peter’s calm expression morphed into a panicked one as he hurriedly took the hospital bag and walked you to the car.

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The dull colors of the Hospital was making Peter feel more nervous than he actually felt. The thought of something happening to you or the baby in the process of the delivery kept running circles in his mind due to the stress and anxiety he was feeling at that moment. He knew he should not be worrying both you and the baby were in perfect condition, but he was not able to get those nasty thoughts out of his mind.

Peter felt someone’s hand be placed on his shoulder he quickly looked up and saw Tony’s warm brown eyes. Tony gave him a reassuring smile and open his arms to initiate a hug. Peter overwhelmed with emotion cried in Tony’s affectionate embrace.

“I’m going to be father” he sobs “I’m going to be Father”. Tony pulled away and looked at Peter in the eye. He cupped his face and whipped the tears away.

“I know you are. You’re going to be a great one at that.” Tony smiled at the boy whom he saw grow into the fine young man he is today.

“IM GOING TO BE A UNCLE YALL!!!!” a loud voice rang through the hall. Peter laughed at the familiar voice. He saw his friend Wade wave at him dressed up as a baby sitting in a baby stroller, he waved at the two men while being pushed by Sam and Bucky.

“He’s so gonna get killed by them by the end of the day” whispered Tony.

“definitely” Peter said laughing.

Peter left his father figure when the nurse came to tell him that the contraction has begun.

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You were sitting on the bed with your baby in your embrace, Peter walked up to you and kissed your chapped lips. He leaned forwards and whispered to you how well you did during this hard process.

“I should go call them,” he kissed the baby and went out.

Peter walked out of the delivery room with a huge smile that light the entire room “you can come see him now” he said and walked back inside to sit beside you on the bed.

Everyone made their way to the room, walking slowly trying not to wake your newborn.

“he is so precious,” cooed Natasha as she softly grazed his skin with her finger. “Can I hold him?” she asked. You nodded and let your best friend hold your baby boy.

“what’s his name” asked Tony as he walked up to the red headed who was caressing the infant.

“Harry Benjamin Parker” Peter said smiling, “Y/n chose it, but next time i will be the one choosing the name for our child” Peter said and you nodded.

“ Next time?” Thor said laughing. “You already planed on the next time Peter?” Thor teased Peter after seeing his face go red.

“Hey, Hey blondie, stop teasing my son, and auntie Nat can I please hold my grandchild?” Tony said showing his pearly whites in order to get Harry.

“Why should you get to hold Harry next!” said Steve. “I am the oldest!”

“No, I should hold harry next,” quipped Thor “It’s always an honor to be held by a god,”

“A god? oh please, let me hold My God Son harry, since I am his god father! I am his Sirius Black,” said Wade.

“Wade we never made you the god father,” Peter quietly let out as he took Harry back from Natasha’s hand in fear that something might happen while everyone is fighting to hold his son.

One of the nurses walked in to your room worried because of the arguing she heard from outside. She would've never thought that one day she would see the worlds mightiest heroes fighting to hold a baby, but here she was.

Furious because this is most certainly not how one acts in a hospital she kicked them out of the room, and lectured them about how to behave in a hospital.

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icannotreadcursive · 5 years ago

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Avengers PSAs: On the COVID-19 Pandemic 5: Food!

Clint was leaning back against the kitchen island in purple argyle pajama pants and a black T-shirt.

“Hey,” he said, making the salute-like ASL sign for hello as he did. “Clint Barton, AKA Hawkeye or 'that random guy with the bow an arrow who hangs out with the Avengers' here to talk about grocery shopping and cooking during these quaran-times.”

He grinned at his own pun, then continued, signing to the camera to follow him. He pushed off from the island and walked over to the pantry and the two large refrigerators that flanked it. “Whether you're ordering your groceries for delivery or suiting up in your mask and gloves to brave the stores, you need to shop according to what kind of storage you have and you preferences as far as what you'll actually cook and what you'll actually enjoy eating.

“Now what I mean by shopping according to your storage is things like, if you have a lot of freezer space—maybe you have a freezer chest in the garage because you hunt, or you have a minifridge leftover from college that you can set cold enough to use as a freezer—then stocking up on frozen food is a good idea. If you don't have a lot of freezer space, then you can't stock up as much on frozen food and need to focus more on shelf-stable things like dry good and canned goods.

“The point is to be able to have enough food in your home that you can make three meals a day for your whole household for at least a week without having to go shopping and without things going bad before you can eat them. That kind of big stock-up grocery run gets expensive fast, and a lot of people aren't working right now or have their hours cut, so it can be hard to afford the kind of stocking up we all need to be doing. To help mitigate that and make things easier for others in your community, if you can afford to buy the more expensive versions of some foods, do so. Leave the less expensive options on the shelves for the people who can't afford anything else.”

He moved farther into the pantry and he segued subjects a little. “If you're not much of a cook or if you're particularly busy right now—working in essential industries, working from home, trying to homeschool your kids, whatever—then you need to focus more on prefab food, stuff you can just shove in the oven or the microwave or stick on the stove for a minute and be done. If you do like to cook or you've decided your quarantine activity is gonna be learning to cook and you have more time, then you should focus more on getting ingredients for cooking from scratch. Everyone should have a mix of both, though, and there are certain stables everyone oughta have on hand.”

He grabbed a box off a shelf, tossed it over his shoulder, caught it as he turned around, and held it out for the camera to see. “Noodles. You want noodles. It doesn't really matter what noodles. Dry pasta is great because it's extremely shelf stable, it keeps forever. I've eaten pasta that was a year past the date on the box and it was fine.

“I know a lot of stores are running low on boxed pasta, so maybe now's the time to try that lentil based pasta you've been eyeing suspiciously for a while, or get some tiny pasta like orzo, stelini, or even couscous that you usually avoid because they're not really noodles.” He put the box of pasta back on the shelf. “You can even make your own pasta if you really want to or you're really desperate. But if you have noodles—or pasta, same difference—you have a meal. Cook a whole batch to eat with sauce for spaghetti night, then save the leftover noodles, fry them up in a pan with some butter, scrambled eggs, and cheese tomorrow for lunch.

“On that note, you want eggs unless you're allergic—or vegan, I guess—and you want your dairy staples: butter, cheese, and milk. Butter and cheese both keep a long time in the fridge, especially hard dry cheeses, but milk is iffier. You canfreeze milk to make it last longer, just shake it up real good when you thaw it out, but you can also get UHT milk—ultra high temperature—that's been heat-treated so you don't have to refrigerate it at all until it's opened so you can keep it on the counter or in the pantry.” He looked around a little. “I don't think we have any UHT milk for me to show you or I would. Stark's bankrolling us, as usually, and we're doing what I mentioned earlier about buying the more expensive stuff if you can afford it, and, well, Tony can afford anything, so we've been getting direct delivery from a local dairy farm once a week—it's in glass bottles, Steve and Buck are thrilled, it's cute. Anyway, another thing you can do is buy a gallon of milk, buy some powdered milk, once you've used half of that gallon, mix up half a gallon worth of that powdered milk with cold water, add it to the half gallon you had left. Boom, whole gallon of milk again, and I promise it's not weird and watery seeming like if you just reconstitute powdered milk by itself. It's good.

“You also want rice, shelf-stable protein like canned tuna, or these funky little packets,” he held up a pouch of lemon-pepper flavored tuna, “stuff to snack on like crackers and whatever you like on crackers, and bread—which is something else you can make yourself, seriously buy some flour and get your bake on, kneading bread is a great way to work out your frustrations.” He smacked a large bag of flour, caught it as it threatened to fall off the shelf, resettled it, and flashed a thumbs up.

It cut back to Clint in the kitchen, sitting at the island now. “For the sake of your own sanity, it's also important to make it where feeding yourself isn't just a chore and you actually enjoy your food. There's a lot of little things you can do that will help with that a lot even if you're not up to much more than throwing some ramen in the microwave.”

A package of Yaki Soba slid quickly across the counter right past Clint—a slivery blur flashed behind him, kicking up a breeze that ruffled his hair, and Pietro caught the package before is skidded right off the end of the island. “Sorry,” Pietro grinned sheepishly as he handed the Yaki Soba to Clint, “my bad.”

“I knew I should have asked your sister,” Clint teased. He rolled his eyes as Pietro ducked back out of frame, then held up the Yaki Soba for the camera. “If you're gonna have one of these, take two seconds before you make it, dig through your fridge, add a little soy sauce or teriyaki sauce to the water before you cook it, give it some flavor. Toss some shredded carrots, coleslaw mix, or even canned chicken in there. Make this stuff be real food instead of I'm-trying-to-feed-myself-in-my-dormroom sadness with minimal effort.”

He tossed the Yaki Soba out of frame, presumably to Pietro, and a plushy hotdog got tossed back to him. He caught it easily. “Hot dogs are great, easy and fast to fry up in a pan, but kinda meh on their own, so have some potato chips or shove fries or tater tots in the oven. Make some chili and have chili dogs.

“Speaking of chili….” He tossed the plushy back and a jar of Prego pasta sauce slid to him—it stopped a little short and he leaned forward to grab it. “We should have practiced this. Anyway. Jarred pasta sauce is totally fine, but you can use it as a spring board for excellent homemade sauce. Brown some ground meat in the bottom of a pot, put some onion through a food processor, cook it in a big pan, add some garlic, process some more veggies, any veggies, add them and some wine to the onions, once that's cooked down, add it all in with the meat, pour in some store bought sauce, feast like a god. I'm not even kidding, Thor loves this stuff, I made a whole vat of it last week. It's easier to do in bulk and it freezes well. Andyou can split some off, add beans and spices, make yourself some damn good chili. I'll post a recipe with actual measurements and stuff.”

He slid the jar of sauce back and caught a box of dry noodle soup mix that had been thrown directly at his face. “Make this stuff with more noodles—if your extra noodles take more than 5 minutes to cook, put them in the water first, then add the soup mix when ther's five minutes to go. When it's almost done cooking, like a minute left, pour in a scrampled egg or three. You've got egg drop soup, white people style.”

He tossed the soup box back and Pietro threw a pack of premade pizza crusts to him like a frisbee. Clint fumbled it a little but didn't drop it. “Make your own pizza! You can get these flatbread rounds to use as crust, or you can make your own dough—if you have a bread machine, it will make the dough for you. Then, put whatever you want on your pizza. You can go traditional with red sauce, cheese, and pepperoni, or you can get feta, pre-cooked grilled chicken, olives and artichoke hearts—Tony likes that.” He gestured off camera. “The wonder twins over here like carrots on their pizza; I'm not gonna question it. Natasha made herself a bacon mac'n'cheese pizza for breakfast today.”

He flung the pizza rounds away and, judging by the thwap sound, no one caught them. “Just, think about your food. Have fun, experiment, sing while you cook, plan before you go shopping, don't feel like you have to settle for spaghetti-o's and cereal just because you're stuck at home. And, hey, tell me what you're cooking, what you like on pizza. Stay home, stay safe, stay well fed. From me, and Pietro, and the rest of the Avengers—thank you.”

He signed thank you as well and waved before the video went black.

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makeste · 6 years ago

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BnHA Chapter 177: Construction Site Clash

Previously on BnHA: Deku confronted Gentle outside of a tea shop. Gentle sprang into action and revealed his quirk: elasticity. Basically he’s Monkey D. Luffy but instead of making himself stretchy and bouncy, he can do it to anything he touches, including the ground and even the damn air. Deku charged at him and promptly got flung waaaay back, but Gentle and La Brava realized how strong he is (and La Brava recognized him from his batshit insane fight against Todoroki in the sports festival where he broke all off his fingers just to prove a fucking point) and tried to run, not wanting to go toe to toe with him. Probably a good call, because after getting bounced into the air, Deku -- thinking about Eri and Jirou and everyone else who’s been looking forward to the cultural festival -- unleashed his new long-range Delaware Smash: Air Force attack. Then he grabbed Gentle by the collar and flung him into a fucking building. Damn, Deku.

Today on BnHA: Deku has a weird conversation with Gentle while the latter dangles from a construction beam. Gentle tries to reason with Deku and explain how his plan is somehow going to be a win-win situation for everyone. Deku calls bullshit and then lies and says the authorities are on their way, so Gentle cheerfully leaps back into action and starts using his quirk to springboard all over the place Gran Torino style so that Deku can’t get in a clean shot. He then tries to drop a giant steel beam onto a hapless old man, forcing Deku to jump in and save him. While he’s occupied, Gentle and La Brava take the opportunity to flee. We get an update on the time -- it’s now 8:45 a.m., t-minus 15 minutes to the start of the festival -- and then we cut back to Deku, who gets real mad and lifts the beam with only one fucking hand while aiming another air gun attack at Gentle with the other. La Brava is all “oh shit this kid doesn’t give up” and says that she’ll have to use her quirk.

(As always, all comments not marked with an ETA are my unspoiled reactions from my first readthrough of this chapter. I’ve read up through chapter 202 now, so any ETAs will reflect that.)

you guys. it’s February 3rd 2019 and I’ve just watched the worst, most mind-numbingly boring Superbowl in history. wtf was that. BnHA please help me wash the bad taste out of my mouth please and thank you

lmao oh my god

do you guys remember that scene from Avengers where Bruce Banner wakes up in an abandoned building and Harry Dean Stanton thoughtfully gives him some pants. for some reason this reminded me of that. “well then, son, you’ve got a condition”

now La Brava’s running over from a nearby roof and she’s all “DON’T WORRY ABOUT IT POPS”

she says they’re just shooting a film, and she’s asking him to let the neighbors know as well

well this is the most transparent lie of all time

(ETA: or is it just transparent enough to work!)

and even she’s thinking that it’s probably not going to buy them much time and that their plans have basically been foiled and they have to retreat

and now we’re cutting to inside of the building

on the one hand, it’s a cool setting and conveniently empty so that no one will get hurt! but on the other hand, this looks like the perfect place for someone to land the wrong way on a rebar and get accidentally impaled. please no one get impaled. we had enough impalings in the last arc

Deku’s thinking grateful thoughts about Mei and flashing back to when she gave him the details about his new gloves

yeah I’m just going to post this, not even gonna try and sum it up

(ETA: might wanna think about using a different font in the future if you want to avoid any confusion when typing out the word “flick”, Jaimini)

she sure knows a lot about his OFA capabilities, huh? thankfully she’s the type who gets so caught up in whatever she’s currently focused on that she would never in a million years note the many, many similarities between Deku’s quirk and All Might’s

also, interestingly, Deku is thinking a “thank you” to Mina as well!

because he apparently incorporated her “special dance training” into his attack?? omg what. “dance-off, bro. you and me”

Gentle is such a wacky fellow he might actually do it too

oh my lord

see what I mean

also hush, Deku. it’s called “flair” okay?

now Gentle is grinning like a loon and saying that he’ll execute his plan no matter what. “this is my resolve”

your resolve is stupid, Gentle. there, I said it. I love you but you lost this one pal. stop trying to attack a bunch of teenagers who are just trying to have a fun and wholesome time at school

Deku’s yelling at him. “you’re no gentleman!”

wow, harsh Deku

now he’s asking what Gentle is planning

meanwhile La Brava is hopping the fence and entering the construction site, and this overly trusting man from earlier has been completely fooled

lol she should just make something up. “uh...” [okay, just be cool, La Brava. just pick something reasonable] “...Animal Planet.” [nailed it]

now she’s sprinting over to where Deku and Gentle are and getting ready to film again

lol

so Deku is telling him that the school is on high security alert and the alarms will sound even before he can get in and he’ll definitely be caught, and on top of that the festival will be called off

this motherfucker is genuinely trying to negotiate with him lmao

Deku’s all “THAT’S EVEN WORSE” and Gentle is all “lol yeah I guess” omg

and now he (Gentle) is all “well, so that’s my plan, now if you don’t mind I’d like to get back at it”

oh snap

well at least he’s a better liar than La Brava

uh oh, Gentle is activating his quirk again it looks like

he’s springboarding off the floor and shouting “BEGONE, STUDENT OF U.A.”

outstanding use of the word “begone”, Gentle my good man

anyway, so he’s bouncing around and Deku is watching and trying to predict his movements

and Gentle is getting ready to springboard again

that probably isn’t good for the building

-- oh for fuck’s...

so all that time training with Gran Torino was for nothing?

wtf, now what??

did he just get hit? what’s going on

Gentle is saying “if you can use an air bullet, allow me to counter with an air barrier”

wait, what? so is the idea to reflect Deku’s attack back on him?

oh wait. or did Deku just walk into an elastic patch of air and get bounced back? is that what it is?

La Brave is telling Gentle that they need to retreat, and yeah they really should

but instead, Gentle is removing a bolt from one of the beams

did he do that with his bare (well, gloved, but you know what I mean) hands?? just like that? either this construction is shoddy as hell, or else this is the single most unrealistic thing I’ve ever seen in this manga about kids with superpowers and bird heads and astronomical high school entrance exam budgets

anyway, now he’s bouncing on the beam and it’s vibrating

he says he can’t consciously deactivate his quirk

interesting. also potentially pretty dangerous and certainly inconvenient

but objects turn back to normal given a little time

and that’s what’s happening with this beam oh snap

well but I mean, as soon as you manhandled that screw loose -- did he use his quirk for that? is that why it was so easy? -- it was pretty clear what you intended to do

and by the way, dropping a steel beam onto a 16-year-old is pretty damn metal for someone who’s supposedly a gentleman villain

oh shit wait

damn, dropping it onto an unsuspecting old man who’s not even a fighter is even more metal

but thankfully Deku is Deku

nice, Deku

now he’s getting all outraged and “DID YOU JUST TRY TO DROP IT ON THAT INNOCENT OLD MAN”

oh, Gentle

c’mon, Gentle. c’mon. you tried to kill a dude. just admit it. that was not nice

(ETA: is La Brava still filming all this?? did the cops eventually get this footage? Gentle’s gonna be put away for attempted fucking murder. sorry dude)

now the old dude is finally running away, and meanwhile Gentle seemingly intends to just leave Deku here...?

ffff now he’s making the crane bendy??

and he’s telling Deku he’s sure someone will find him. lol what the hell is he going to do

Deku’s thinking to himself that they’re going to infiltrate the festival at this rate, and he has to act

omg yay we’re cutting back to 1-A!

lmaooooo Kaminari really didn’t end up sleeping a wink, huh. he was so hyped up

BAKUGOU, PUT ON YOUR T-SHIRT!! WE MADE IT JUST FOR THE OCCASION!!

I wish I could read what they say underneath the A? Toko’s shirt seems to start with “BN” (if they say bnha I s2g), but Momo’s shirt looks different. maybe an error though

(ETA: so as we eventually learn, they say “A Band”, and the delightful story behind this exceptionally creative name is the topic of today’s omake!)

the dancing team is also getting dressed, and they’ve got their own special costumes which are cute but I’m not gonna post the panel because Mineta is ruining it. how come no one ever drops a steel beam on him

Shouto is wearing one of the class A t-shirts, so I guess the staging team is rocking those too

anyway he’s asking where Deku went, and Aoyama says he went to buy rope

and now Shouto’s “is my boyfriend in danger” senses are tingling

this is a reasonable concern because as we all know, if you leave Deku alone for more than five minutes he will inevitably run into a villain. in hindsight they never should have let him leave

meanwhile Aoyama is already thinking about backup plans, oh damn

fully serious, if you combined Aoyama’s ingenuity with Mina’s they’d make a pretty unstoppable team. these kids are creative as fuck

ohhh, Gentle was just using the crane to launch himself and La Brava into the air towards U.A.

damn, dude doesn’t even care that Deku supposedly put out the alert. he says that if they make it in even with U.A. on the lookout for them, his name will become even more recognized

what are you trying to accomplish though, dude, in all seriousness? do you know what’s going to happen if U.A. suffers another break-in after all of the security measures they supposedly put in place, and after they insisted on holding the cultural festival despite police objections? they’ll be fucking shut down is what. this will be the third villain incident in less than six months. people are not going to be happy about that. best case, they’ll be allowed to stay open but with a ton of restrictions in place. basically you’ll make it harder than ever for them to do their job, when right now the world needs them more than ever. they’re raising the next generation of heroes here, and this is a post-All Might world. so maybe just cut them some slack, jesus christ

and now we’re cutting back to Deku, straining under the beam

come on Deku, you got this. powerlift this bitch

LOL OHHHHH SHIT

WHY DIDN’T YOU JUST PUT IT DOWN YOU NIMROD LMAO. “LOOK AT ME, I’M DEKU, ALL MIGHT’S SUCCESSOR! I CAN LIFT STEEL BEAMS WITH ONE HAND AND FIRE AIR CANNONS AT VILLAINS WITH THE OTHER”

oh damn. and it seems we’re finally going to get to see La Brava’s quirk! about fucking time. bring it

BONUS: what should we name the band?

“Electric Spark Kids”, Kaminari? really?? you really do just blurt out whatever the fuck pops into your head huh. (actually tbh this is my favorite name out of all of them)

Tokoyami has a fucking obsession with banquets. I really want to know how he ended up latching onto this out of all the “___ of darkness” things he could have possibly chosen. fwiw I did find out there is a song called Banquet in the Darkness which I haven’t actually listened to because the album art alone is frankly terrifying to me and I somewhat regret having looked this up

there is also a band called Ore, though I assume it’s intended to be the English definition of the word rather than Bakugou’s intended meaning. but it just goes to show you that it’s impossible to be original anymore no matter what you do

and then Momo is just... it’s a band... representing class A... band... A... band... A Band? and Jirou is just like OMG THAT’S THE GREATEST IDEA EVER despite the fact that it clearly is the most half-assed idea anyone has ever come up with. she just loves Momo that much. and is also desperate to stop the boys from coming up with any more suggestions lmao

by the way I just want to say that all of the kids are absolutely adorable in this sketch and it’s easily one of my favorite omakes for that reason alone. so stinking cute omg

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Winter's Hearts

TITLE: Winter’s Hearts CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Six/? AUTHOR: nekoamamori ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine being Loki’s old friend/Lover in Asgard, but you left for Earth a long time ago. For all he knows, you might be dead, but you’re still alive and you’ve been working with SHIELD and/or the Avengers. RATING: T (so far) NOTES/WARNINGS: Also on AO3: Click here

“Kyrie darling, you might want to wake up before the oaf comes looking for us again,” Loki’s voice was warm as his cold hand was on your shoulder, shaking you gently awake. It didn’t take much, you were usually a light sleeper. You opened your eyes and saw that Loki was sitting against the headboard propped up with pillows, a book in his hands. For a moment it was just like old times.

You sat up a little shyly, 900 years had passed, you weren’t kids taking a nap after lessons anymore. You had both changed over the centuries. The question was how much? The more important question was if there was still enough of a spark to rekindle your relationship or even your friendship after all of this time?

You gave him a mischievous smirk. “I guess I have some skills that are useful to you in the bedroom after all,” you teased, testing the waters to see if your friendship was still welcome after all of this time.

“So it appears,” he replied, but the smirk and glint in his eyes gave his amusement away. You both burst into laughter. Maybe, just maybe.

“Thanks for letting me stay. You really didn’t have to,” you told him as you got out of the bed. You did need to leave before Thor came looking for you again. Explaining why you were in Loki’s room first thing in the morning was not something you really felt like doing. To anyone. But most especially not to Thor who would completely misunderstand.

Loki stood too, setting his book aside. “It was no trouble. The least I could do was make sure you were safe while you slept, you did me a couple of large favors last night, for which I thank you as well. Mother’s magic was difficult and tricky, as I would expect from her. The assistance with it was much appreciated,” his voice was bordering on too formal, too shy, as if you were strangers. Which you essentially were again…

It was so hard knowing him so well and not at all.

“Of course. Though I really should sneak out of here before we have to try to explain to Thunderhead why I spent the night here. That is not a conversation I wish to have…” you teased. He flushed a little.

“Nor I,” he replied. With a smirk he waved his hand and there was an explosion somewhere in the tower. “That should buy you some time,” he grinned at you.

“Thanks, Lohk!” you replied and darted from the room with a wave. “See you at breakfast!” you added and closed the door behind you before he could protest that he wasn’t hungry or wasn’t going to hang out with Thor and his idiot friends.

You ducked into your room, changed into clean clothes, and grabbed your phone before strolling downstairs to see what the plans were for breakfast.

Since everyone else was dealing with the explosion, you made breakfast. You also made sure to mark it on the tally next to the stove that you had made the meal. You tried to take turns and the tally board was to make sure things didn’t get too unfair with everyone’s hectic schedules. There was a separate tally board next to one of the windows in the window which currently read ‘5 days since last defenestration’. Bruce had stubbed his toe, which pissed off the Hulk, which led to Tony being thrown through the window while trying to calm him down. No one ever said life in the Avenger’s tower was peaceful or normal.

The team started filing in just as you set the ginormous stack of pancakes and overflowing plate of sausages on the table. Seriously, you could have fed an army with how much food you made. It should be barely enough to feed three Asgardians, two super soldiers, one Bruce who ate like the Hulk half the time, and the two humans who somehow ended up on the team. Loki was the last one to file into the room, looking put-upon at having to come downstairs and completely disinterested in everyone and everything. You saw it was a facade, an overexaggeration of his natural shyness.

The platters of food were passed around the table after everyone had taken their normal seats, leaving Loki to take the empty chair next to yours. “Do either of you know how Stark’s lab mysteriously blew up this morning?” Thor asked calmly, suspecting Loki first, and you by association.

“No,” you and Loki lied blandly. The trick to a good lie was to keep it simple. The entire table looked at you, but since you two were the human-shaped lie detectors and you weren’t telling on the other, they were just out of luck. They didn’t trust either of you, but they couldn’t prove either of you were behind the mysterious explosion either.

“Kyrie, what is this mortal food?” Loki asked you as you handed him the plate of pancakes. His tone had a sneer of disdain of anything Midgardian to it.

“They’re called pancakes, and you will say you like them if only because I made them,” you told him too pleasantly. He looked over at you, surprised by the threat, but inclined his head and gave you the very barest of smiles.

“Verily. I am sure I will thoroughly enjoy them,” he replied, accepting your threat at face value. Smart man.

“Are we sure she didn’t poison them?” Stark asked softly. You threw a dagger down toward his end of the table.

“I’m a warrior Stark. If I’m going to kill you it won’t be by poison,” you told him calmly, vanishing the dagger before it actually hit him. He still fell out of his chair to avoid it. You calmly set to work eating your pancakes. You saw Loki’s look of pleasure and that was before you pointed out that they were better with syrup. He looked suspicious, but tried it and agreed with your assessment that pancakes were better with syrup.

“Loki, Y/N, after breakfast you have training downstairs,” Cap started. You both glared over at him. “We need to know the extent of your skills so we can see how you’ll fit in the team. Y/N, we know some of your abilities. I want a proper benchmark,”

So after breakfast you made your way down to the training room grumpily. You didn’t want to do this. Thor and Cap came with you. You had a feeling the others would be down shortly to see the display. Loki was trying to show he’d made amends or was at least not evil, or else he would just be hiding somewhere with a book. You didn’t blame him either. Hiding somewhere with a book sounded way preferable to letting them see your actual skills.

You changed to yoga pants and a sports bra as you walked and tied back your hair. You didn’t bother with gloves, you were sparring Loki or Thor. They’d be fine working with you. “Have you been practicing, your highness?” you asked Loki, almost teasing but there was seriousness behind the question too.

“Have you?” he countered defensively. He was in sweat pants and a t-shirt. You gave him a tentative smile. He didn’t return it, so formal and stiff, an air of anger and hurt around him.

So you began the first move of the warmup drills that you had been practicing since you could stand. They could be practiced alone or with a partner. You waited after the first move to see if Loki would jump in with the counter move, like he had done so many times before. His body moved without conscious thought and the dangerous dance began. You started slow, but the speed increased quickly as you both proved your skills had only improved over the centuries. You actually saw Loki smile in front of the others as you sped your way through the warmup drills.

The daggers came out seamlessly between two sets of drills. Cap started to say something, but Thor clapped him on the shoulder. “They’re fine,” Thor told him. You barely registered the words, focused on what you were doing with live blades. “These are just warmup drills. Neither of them are in any danger from this,”

“These are warmups?” Cap asked incredulously as the speed increased yet again, your blades blurring they were moving so fast. You grinned in delight at having a proper partner for the drills. The daggers vanished, replaced by bladed sticks between one move and the next. Wood and metal clacked and clanged as you moved.

“Asgardians are warriors, and Y/N is a Valkyrie, one of our most elite. I would not expect Loki to win in a true fight against her. She’ll hold back for warmup drills, even though they look like they’re fighting full out, neither of them are,” Thor explained. The pace slowed with the drills switched to swords. The sword wasn’t Loki’s weapon, or your best, so you slowed the pace for the sword drills.

The drills ended and you vanished your blades. You gave Loki a small bow, which he returned. Thor tossed you both towels, which you used to wipe away the sweat. “Show him what you can really do, Kyrie,” Thor bid you loudly.

“What about me?” Loki demanded grumpy that Thor was paying attention to you and not him.

“I know what you can do, brother,” Thor boomed his laugh. “I am sure your bout with Kyrie will be spectacular.” You knew there was no way out of this, so you stepped back to the middle of the training room, vanishing your towel. Loki joined you, looking equally resigned. The bout was as spectacular as Thor imagined. You and Loki fought with extremely similar styles, since you’d learned to fight together. You matched his speed and power, but knew that you had the edge. For the sake of the demonstration, you held back. “Faster, Kyrie. Stop holding back!” Thor called, calling you out on your hesitation to fight full-out.

“This is just a demonstration,” you growled back at him as you spun and dodged and jabbed. You were keeping magic out of this match, that wasn’t the point of the demonstration.

“Like you mean it!” Cap ordered.

Loki snarled and moved faster, forcing you to as well. He wouldn’t be able to keep up the pace, not against a Valkyrie. For all that he was an excellent fighter and had done nothing but gain skill over the centuries. He couldn’t win this. You had only improved over the centuries as well.

So you pushed your body to limits you hadn’t had to use since the trials, but you remembered and your body remembered. Remembered the speed and power that lived at the edge of desperation. You remembered it and used that power to end the bout. Loki was on his back with you straddling his chest, a dagger to his throat.

“Yield,” he said, anger and resignation in his tone. You vanished your blade and got off of him, offering him a hand when you stood. He ignored it and you and got to his feet on his own. You made your way over to Thor and the collection of water bottles.

“Satisfied?” you asked Cap seconds before you downed the entire bottle of water in one gulp.

“Yes, that’s enough for today. Good job,” Cap replied. Thor’s arm was over your shoulders in an old friendly gesture. You kissed his cheek automatically.

“I’m need a shower. I’m gross now,” you told him, as you ducked out from under his arm before he got gross too. You looked through the big window of the training room and saw that the rest of the team was standing there staring open mouthed. “How long have they been there?” you asked Thor.

“Since you started the first warmup drill,” he replied jovially. “Our friends are impressed with your skills, little Valkyrie,” he added with a smile.

“So it appears,” you weren’t sure that look of shock quite equated being impressed. It more looked like terror. Except Nat. She was impressed.

“You’ll have to teach me some of those moves!” she called as you walked past to head back up to your room and its shower. She was grinning with excitement at the prospect.

“I will!” you replied with a grin as the elevator doors slid shut. A short trip upstairs and you were back in your room under a way too hot shower. It took that way too hot shower to make sure your muscles wouldn’t seize up after that bout.

Clean and dressed again in boring jeans and a t-shirt. You skipped the gloves. The others knew not to touch you, so you didn’t have to wear the uncomfortable things. You headed back downstairs with your book.

Thor and Loki were having some kind of fight in the kitchen. Typical. Stark jumped in, taking Thor side and saying something rude about Loki that you didn’t quite catch. Something along the lines of getting beaten up by a girl maybe? Or some snide comment about New York. Either way, you could tell from Stark’s expression the moment he said it that even he knew it was beyond a reasonable about of hurtful. You saw the hurt in Loki’s eyes, hidden behind anger and his court mask as he stormed from the room. You grabbed his arm when he started to storm past you. “Lohk, wait, Stark’s an ass, but doesn’t really mean it. Just ignore him,” you told him when he turned and glared at you.

“Why won’t you just leave me alone!?” he snarled at you with such venom and anger in his voice that you dropped his arm like he had shocked you, though that was Thor’s power, not his. “I’m not a child any longer. I’m not a puppy that needs coddling and constant care. I am a prince of Asgard!” he snarled, the reign on his temper completely gone. You’d seen him lose his temper before of course, but not like this, and never at you, not in earnest.

“I-” you started to protest that he was your best friend and of course you wanted to make sure he was ok, but the sigil on your arm burned and flashed a warning. He was so angry and didn’t want you. He didn’t want the reminder of the childhood he should have remembered, of the happiness that had been taken from him. Not right now, maybe not ever… So you did what you had to, what duty and honor demanded. “Yes, of course. My apologies, your highness,” you stammered the apology, automatically taking a step back and bowing your head. The sigil on your arm burned and flashed again in warning. “A-as you wish.” You didn’t bother gathering your book before you fled with as much dignity as you could muster.

Maybe that spark wasn’t as there as you’d thought…

You knew it had been wrong to hope.

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demetrabaskin33-blog · 5 years ago

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the brand-new kind of spiderman suits in far from home film

Avengers: Endgame left everybody in rips with its ending. Tony and Peter's connection has been nothing less than a father as well as his kid so to see Peter shedding the only papa figure he had was unbelievably heart wrenching. However the ending of Endgame also did promise of points returning back to typical without heroes attempting to proceed from their losses. However carrying on from Tony is harder than Peter believed, but his next adventure awaits him in Paris and there he will certainly have to battle Mysterio to conserve the globe as well as his friends. The next motion picture in the MCU Spider-Man franchise business appears like it will be full of tonnes of enjoyable, adventure, feelings and more. However what has been discerned from the trailer is also the new costume which will certainly obtain featured in the motion picture. We wager you wish to have Spidey's new avatar so right here's a guide on exactly how to make or obtain the Black as well as Red Spider-man far from home cosplay costume:

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shella61p52660-blog · 5 years ago

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teachingoutsidethebinary · 8 years ago

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Spark of Love: Part 2

Summary: Steve, Bucky, and Nat take Remington clothes shopping while Tony and Sam set up her room.

Characters: Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark, Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, OFC Remington

Warnings: mentions of prior abuse

Word count: 1171

A/N: Special thanks to @bloo-moon-freak for helping me with the series!

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It was official: Remington was staying. While Sam and Tony made sure the spare bedroom on the third floor had all of the furniture it needed, Steve, Bucky, and Nat took her to get more clothes.

“What do we even need?” Steve asked as they walked down one of the aisles. The store was packed with shirts, pants, jackets, and more, and none of them really knew where to start. Remington sat happily in Bucky’s arms, still wearing Steve’s oversized t-shirt.

“Well, we better figure it out soon because people are staring,” Nat whispered. She glared right back at a nosy woman who gave Remington’s outfit the stink eye.

“Doesn’t Scott Lang have a kid?” Bucky asked as he shifted Remington in his arms. “Why don’t we ask him?”

“Bucky, that’s brilliant!” Steve exclaimed. He pulled out his phone and dialed Scott’s number. Thankfully, he picked up on the third ring.

“Hello?” Scott answered.

“Scott, it’s Steve. I need your help-”

“Captain America needs my help!” Scott yelped. “Absolutely! I can change into my suit and be there in-”

“Not that kind of help,” Steve interrupted.

“Oh,” Scott replied, a twinge of disappointment in his voice.

“We found this kid on a mission and decided to keep her-”

“A kid?! Kids are best, Cap!” Scott replied. “Just be careful because now they’re in diapers and soon they’ll be dating and learning how to drive, and…”

Scott kept rambling on, and Steve looked at Nat helplessly. She took the phone out of his grasp.

“Lang, Romanoff here,” she said, brusquely. “Listen, Remington has no clothes and we don’t know what to buy. Can you help?”

“Oh hey, Natasha,” Scott replied nervously. Flashbacks of their encounter in Germany flew through his mind and he decided to get down to business. “Clothes? Um, well, kids actually need quite a lot. You got a pen?”

Nat took out her own phone and opened a new note.

“Go ahead,” she replied.

“Okay, two questions. How old is she, and is she potty trained?” Scott asked.

“She’s about four, and she used the bathroom earlier today,” Nat replied.

“Good! That’ll save you on some stuff since she’s not super little,” Scott answered. “So, socks and underwear are a must. It probably wouldn’t hurt to buy a few packs of pull-ups for the first few nights either.” He paused and hummed thoughtfully. “Since it’s summer now, I would stick to the basics. Shirts, pants, pajamas, some dresses if she likes that stuff. Where is she living?”

“The Tower.”

“Stark’s got a pool in there, right? So definitely a few bathing suits. Oh! And shoes! Don’t forget the shoes. You can get a winter jacket and warmer clothes once the weather gets cooler, but that stuff should cover it for now.”

“Thanks, Lang. One more question...how many of each?”

“Well, that depends,” Scott replied. “I mean, I would definitely get three or four weeks worth of underwear and socks. Kids have accidents, ya know? And they can get pretty dirty. I mean, once Cassie found this HUGE mud puddle and…”

“Lang!” Nat interrupted.

“Oh, right!” Scott said, sheepishly. “Anyway, for the shirts and other stuff...what was her situation like before this?”

“Not good.” Nat stepped out of Remington’s earshot. “She was being held by HYDRA, so who knows what they did to her.”

“Oh, man,” Scott whistled. “Well, then, think of it like this: you guys are probably the first people to buy her new stuff. If it was me, I’d spoil her. But it’s really up to you.”

Nat paused and considered Scott’s advice. “Okay. We really appreciate your help,” Nat replied.

“No worries! Good luck!” he said.

Nat ended the call and handed the phone back to Steve.

“Well?” Bucky asked. “What do we need?”

“We’ve got a lot of work to do,” Nat replied, a smile growing on her face.

Instead of splitting up the list, they let Remington pick out what she wanted. Every time she smiled or pointed at something, Nat immediately found her size and put it in the cart. Steve and Bucky thought it was a little excessive, but one determined look from Nat shut them both up.

They quickly learned Remington loved purple, blue, and grey. Her underwear and socks were different shades of each color, and she even picked out a package from the boys’ aisle with monster trucks on them. She also wasn’t too picky about what designs were on her clothes. Bucky held her up to each rack of clothing, and Remington pulled off the shirts she wanted. The cart soon became filled with shirts with dinosaurs, princesses, ninjas, flowers, and more. She scrunched her nose at the dresses but let Nat put two grey ones in the cart.

Pajamas and pants were easy too. Steve saw no reason why a four-year old needed jeans, so he kept her at the legging and sweatpant sections. It also made figuring out her size a piece of cake since he could just pull the elastic around her tiny waist to see if it would fit.

Shoes sucked. Remington didn’t want to sit still long enough to try them on, and when she started to fuss, the lights began to flicker. Bucky managed to measure her foot size before the lights blew out and grabbed a bunch of different styles in her size.

By the time everything was said and done, they walked out of the store with six big bags of clothes and a bill that would make Tony Stark wince. But when they watched Remington bounce out of the store wearing her new black leggings, a purple tutu, and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle shirt, they knew it had been worth it.

She held Nat’s hand as Steve and Bucky carried the bags.

“You know, you could help us!” Bucky complained.

“I could,” Nat sang, “but then we wouldn’t have arms for bags of TOYS!” She stopped in front of a local toy store and Remington’s eyes grew wide.

Steve and Bucky almost protested again, but their hearts suddenly melted as Remington held her teddy up to the window display.

“Look, Teddy!” she whispered. “Toys!” She turned and walked over to Bucky and Steve, wrapping a little arm around each of their legs.

“We go get toys Bu-ee? Stee?” she asked. “Please?” She looked up at them with hopeful brown eyes.

“Yes!” the two supersoldiers replied almost immediately.

“Yay!” Remington shouted. “Toys Nat!” She grabbed Nat’s hand and pulled her inside the store.

“Oh, we are so screwed when she gets older,” Bucky groaned.

“Older? Pal, I think we’re screwed now,” Steve replied, following the two girls inside.

While Remington had picked out her clothes, she let Teddy pick out the toys. She held it up to each shelf and whispered in its ear. She would either nod in satisfaction and pull the toy off the shelf, or shake her head and move on. Teddy picked out a tea set, remote-controlled cars, coloring books, a food play set, and more. It really had a ball in the LEGO aisle, and Nat grabbed at least twelve different sets. Teddy was also apparently as voracious reader, because it insisted on picking out a variety of books from the back of the store.

When they all got back to the Tower, everyone was exhausted. Somehow, Nat had managed to avoid carrying any of the fifteen bags total, and Steve and Bucky were thoroughly shopped out. They dumped the bags in the kitchen and pulled out a pair of pajamas for Remington to wear.

Bucky carried her up to the third floor with Steve and Nat following closely behind. They could hear Tony and Sam putting the finishing touches on the room as they walked inside.

“Just in time!” Tony announced, clapping his hands together. He walked over to Remington who stared at the room in awe. “What do you think, kiddo?”

Remington kicked in Bucky’s arms until he put her down so she could observe her new surroundings. The room was painted a light blue and accented with a grey rug. A simple twin bed on a dark wooden frame sat against the wall with guard rails on either side. Steve had texted Tony her color preference, and he bought a dark purple comforter with grey sheets. Remington ran her hands over the soft fabric and tucked Teddy underneath the covers as she continued to explore.

She walked over and opened the empty toy chest and adjacent closet. There was also a tall bookcase because Tony was convinced she was going to be a big reader.

“We put my toys and books here?” she asked.

“We’ll put them all away tomorrow,” Steve promised.

She nodded and walked back over towards the bed. A small lap glowed on top of the nightstand next to her bed, and Remington held her hand up to it. Small sparks flowed between her hand and the lamp as the air around her hummed. She nodded and smiled in satisfaction. Walking over to the wall of windows, she looked out over the city.

“Look! Lights!” she cried, smushing her face against the glass.

“You can mess with the lights in here, but leave those alone, okay?” Sam asked.

“I try,” Remington promised as she turned around. She waddled over to the adjoining bathroom, but barely paid any notice to it. Instead, she walked over to each Avenger and gave their legs a hug and looked up at them.

“Thank you Stee. Thank you Bu-ee. Thank you Nat. Thank you Sam. Thank you Tony.”

Everyone choked back tears of adoration as she made her way back to the bed and snuggled under the covers with Teddy. Her eyes fluttered shut, her breathing slowed, and soon, she was fast asleep.

No one moved. In fact, they probably would have watched Remington all night if they hadn’t been so tired themselves. Tony turned off the main lights and carefully closed the door, leaving it open a crack.

“Wait!” Steve whispered. “She forgot to brush her teeth!”

“Let it go, Cap,” Sam insisted. “She’ll survive one night.”

“I installed a few cameras and baby monitors,” Tony informed the rest of them. “We’ll be able to hear if anything goes wrong.”

“Sounds good,” Sam replied, yawning. “You guys ready for this?”

Truthfully, they probably weren’t. With a life as crazy and demanding as an Avenger’s, parenthood wasn’t really something they were expecting right now. But Remington deserved something much better than her life at HYDRA, and these guys were determined to give it to her.

They were going to be just fine.

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