#dottie underwood x reader

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If you weren’t planing on writing it (and as your request are still open I’m going to take advantage of that sorry) can you write your idea of reader being Peggy and dottie daughter and dating Nat but mostly dottie gets overprotective?

Meet The Carters

Pairing: Peggy Carter x Daughter! Reader, Dottie Underwood x Daughter! Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Reader || High School AU.

Summary: When your mother, Peggy, discovers you have a girlfriend, she asks you to bring her to dinner. When your other mother, Dottie, lays eyes on the girl you've been dating, things take a turn.

Angst, Fluff

Warnings: Mentions of Red Room, Overprotective Parent?? Slight Mention of Child Abuse (reader being abandoned and malnourished), Nat is 17, Reader is 16 | K

AC: I finally got around to writing this! At first, I was writing it as a drabble but I got carried away and now it’s a full fic lmao! I hope you enjoy! x

You were unpacking your study books from your backpack when your mother knocked on the door, chewing on an apple slice, she smiled softly at you. 

"Who was that you were hugging just now?" She asked in her thick British accent as she leaned against the door frame. Your cheeks felt warm as you turned to face your mother. "Just a friend" you replied. 

You've been dating Natasha for a few months now, it was still rather new and not a lot people knew, just a few friends. Natasha is a year older than you and you weren't too sure how your mothers would react to the small age gap or how they would react to you dating in general. 

"Oh, come on sweetie, I know a friendly hug when I see one and that wasn't one" you Peggy tease as she took a seat at the end of your bed and watched as you set your homework on your desk ready to tackle after an afternoon snack. 

"Were you spying on me?" You asked with a cocked brow. Your mother chuckled, "I'm afraid that noticing things is a huge part of my job that now just comes naturally outside of work. So, come on, who is she?" 

You couldn't help the growing smile that took over your face, you took a seat next to your mother. She was always the one you got along with a little better. You loved Dottie but sometimes you felt she was a little harder to connect with than Peggy. "Her name is Natasha" you answered, blushing more than you wanted to show. 

"Natasha" Peggy repeated, "How about you invite her to dinner tonight, we'll have pizza and a movie. I want to meet this girl who's making you turn redder than tomato" she added. Playfully, you rolled your eyes but agreed to ask her. 

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When Dottie came home from work, she hugged you tightly as if it would be the last time she would hug you but you didn't think too much of it and asked how her day was. 

"It was, well, work. How was your day?" she replied. She never spoke about her job or what she did. In fact, you never knew what she did for a living, you once asked when you were around six years old, and she told you she as like mommy and helps take the bad guys off the streets, but her job was super-secret and only mommy knew about it. You never asked her about it again after that.

You were only a year old when Peggy found you abandoned in a dark alley way. She took you to the hospital and called child services, she stayed by your side the entire time you were in the hospital. You were malnourished and very underweight for a baby of your age. When the time came for you to be released from hospital and into the care of child services, Peggy couldn't bare somebody else taking care of you and that's how Peggy became your mother. You were two years old when Dottie and Peggy got married and now you have two mothers. 

"Oh you know, school is, well, school" you replied to tease.

"Very funny" Dottie cocked a brow, "why has mom got the dinner table set?" She asked when she noticed the table was set for four instead of three. You sat down on the sofa and picked up the television remote before working up the nerve to tell her who was coming over. "Uhm, well, my girlfriend is joining us for dinner tonight, it was mom's idea" you replied quickly turning the TV on. 

"Girlfriend? Since when?" Dottie frowned. You chewed your bottom lip, "Since four months ago" you kept your eyes on the TV only to be saved by Peggy just before Dottie could ask anymore questions. 

"Honey, your home!" She smiled, placing a kiss on her wife's lips. 

"Who is this girlfriend that is coming over?" Dottie asked before Peggy dragged her into the kitchen. You couldn't hear much but little whispers here and there. You knew that Peggy was telling Dottie not to overreact and that there would be a time when you would bring somebody home to meet them. 

You tried to listen more but a knock at the door made your stomach flutter with nerves as you got up to answer it. Natasha smiled softly in her leather jacket, jeans, and black tee. "I hope I'm not late" she spoke. You shook your head, "early actually, the pizza hasn't arrived yet" you smiled as you invited her in.

"Just a heads up, Peggy is excited to meet you and Dottie, well, I'm not too sure how she feels. She just found out a moment ago that I had a girlfriend" you rambled. Natasha placed a kiss on your cheek, "it'll be okay" she whispered. 

Your mothers came out of the kitchen, Peggy smiled instantly while Dottie's eyes widened. You didn't want to say anything, but it disappointed you that she wasn't even ready to give Natasha a chance to show how amazing she was. 

"You must be Natasha, it's lovely to meet you" Peggy greeted your girlfriend. 

"Y/n didn't mention you were English" Natasha replied, lying of course. 

"Oh, yes. England born and raised" your mother smiled once more, "this is my wife, Dottie. Don't mind her, she's had long day at work" she added as Dottie stepped forward to shake Nat's hand. She noticed the look of worry on your face and for your sake gave the red head a soft smile, "it's lovely to meet you" Dottie said. 

"Thank you both for having me over tonight, it's a pleasure to meet you both" Natasha replied. 

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You and Natasha sat across from your parents while the four of you chatted and ate pizza, neither one of your mothers were great cooks so you were glad it was take-away night for Natasha's sake. 

"You mentioned you moved to Ohio, where were you before that?" Dottie asked. If looks could kill, Natasha would've been dead the moment your mother laid eyes on her. During the entire dinner you noticed that your mother was very focused on Natasha while Peggy was more laid back and enjoyed your girlfriend's company. 

"I was actually born in Russia and my family moved to Ohio because of my father's work" Natasha replied, keeping strong eye contact with your mother who didn't seem to relax. 

"Well, Y/n didn't mention you were Russian!" Peggy commented with a chuckle as she referenced Natasha's first comment to her earlier in the night. Natasha chuckled, "Russian born and raised, kinda" she replied. Dottie excused herself from the table, using the excuse to use the bathroom but you knew it was just a way for her to leave the room. You followed after her, Peggy taking a deep breath and offered that her and Nat go outside and enjoy some fresh air. 

"What is your problem mom?" You asked, following Dottie into your parent's bedroom. She turned to you and shook her head, "She needs to leave and you're not to see her again. Do you understand me?" she said sternly. You closed the door behind you to prevent Natasha from hearing anything that left your mother's lips. 

"No, I don't understand! You've known her for a few hours, and you haven't even tried to give her a chance!" You snapped. 

"I don't need too; I know this is hard for you to understand but this is for your safety"

"My safety?! Natasha isn't some criminal you and mom need to take off the streets!" You frowned. 

"She's worse that that! She's exactly the type of person I don't want my daughter around!" Dottie snapped; you've never heard this tone from her before. Her eyes were full of worry which took you back, your mother had never looked at you with so much fear before. "What is it mom?" You asked in a calmer tone. Dottie shook her head, "you need to ask her to leave, and you can't see her again, I need you to trust me" she repeated. 

"No, if you want Natasha to leave, you ask her" you replied before leaving the room to join Natasha and Peggy outside. "Everything okay love?" Natasha asked, placing a hand on your hip while she brushed a lock of hair behind your ear. "Yeah" you sighed, "can we go get some ice cream or something? I don't want to be here right now" you added. 

"Honey, your mom just needs a little time to get used to that fact you're growing up" Peggy inserted herself. 

"No mom, she didn't even give Natasha a chance and you know it!" You looked over at your mom with tears of frustration filling your eyes. "I think I know what this is about" Natasha replied softly, "let me go talk to her" she added, placing a kiss on your forehead. 

"Don't say another word" Dottie's voice made you turn to the back door where she stood. 

"Dottie!" Peggy snapped, "Leave it alone" she added. Your mother's words made you frown, "no, why can't Nat say anything? What is going on?" You demanded answers. 

"I'm not going to lie to her, Dottie, you might but I won't" Natasha looked at your mother before turning to you, "Your mother and I have the same job, it's not even a job. We don't get paid. We're trained at a place called the Red Ro-"

"Natasha!" Dottie interrupted with a stern tone while her eyes burned into Natasha's. "Can I have a word?" She asked. Natasha nodded and followed your mom into the living room while Peggy did her best to keep you from following them. 

"I hoped this day wouldn't come so soon" your mom started. 

"What do you mean mom? Please, can you just tell me what's going on?" you asked with arms crossed over your chest. Peggy sat down on one of the outdoor chairs on the porch, she patted the seat next to her and you took a seat beside her. "Your mom used to work for an organisation called Red Room. I've been working endlessly to try and find the location of this place but it's almost impossible. They take girls, from the street, pay for them and brainwash them. Your mother was trained to kill people…" Your mother went on to explain. 

Tears streamed down your face by the time Peggy had finished explaining everything to you. Now you know everything and the reason why your mother never told you how work was because she's been trying to stay in the organizations good books to get back to head office to give Peggy the location. Natasha is what they call a widow, she's on a mission and being with you was never part of the plan. 

You went inside, not caring about what Nat and your mother were talking about, you walked by Natasha and hugged your mother tightly. She hugged you back just as tight before you let her free and turned to Nat, "so how about that ice cream?" You asked with a soft smile. Natasha read between the lines and nodded, "do you guys want to come?" You asked looking at both your mothers. 

"You know what, ice cream sounds really good right now" Dottie smiled softly, "Natasha, what do you drive?" She asked. 

"A motorcycle" Nat replied. Dottie looked to Peggy then back to Nat, "How about I drive us" she suggested. 

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Double Life

Title: Double Life Pairing: Dottie Underwood x Reader Prompt: 16. "If you look away from me again, I swear I'll stop." Minors DNI, 18+ Warnings: smut, top Dottie, bottom reader, oral (f receiving) NR WC: 1317

Y/n wasn't sure how she felt about Dottie having come back when she did. Dottie had left her without a warning or cause time and time again. Y/n couldn't handle her heart being tugged around like that, but Dottie swore that this time was the last time. She had even agreed to hear Y/n out about the two of them moving out of the city. Y/n could still remember the way her heart jumped for joy inside of her chest whenever Dottie promised that they'd settle down somewhere quiet. The trials and tribulations of Dottie's city job were starting to get to her. She had been through so much, all without putting any of that stress on Y/n directly. Instead, Dottie managed to stress Y/n out in different ways.

"You're such a good girl," Dottie said as she stared at Y/n in the mirror of their motel room. Y/n frowned as she turned around to face Dottie. The newly-redyed blonde hair that Y/n had fallen for was a good look for Dottie, not that the brunette look hadn't worked just as well. There was just something a little more dangerous about the blonde. It did something to her eyes that Y/n couldn't quite put her finger on.

"If I'm so good, why am I here with you?" Y/n asked. Dottie stood up from the bed and walked over to where Y/n had been getting ready. They needed to be out of the motel room early, but Dottie had insisted that they stop and stay a little longer. If Y/n didn't know better, she'd think that Dottie was afraid of something where they were going. California was supposed to be warm, sunny, and beautiful. Best of all, they were a little more open minded than the places down south where Y/n had grown up. "I'm sure that Mr. Bryson doesn't think I'm such a good girl."

"Well I am not ending up with a stuck-up oil boy who likes to play cowboy and ride around on his bulls. You're a good woman out in the world, but you're perfect in here for me. They'd hang us both if they knew how you spread your legs for a dirty communist," Dottie teased. There was something serious in the undertone of her voice. Y/n didn't doubt that she'd be in trouble for the nature of her relationship with Dottie, especially in this stupid small town. There were parts of the Midwest that felt worse than the south, and Dottie had parked them right in the center of it.

"I love it when you get fired up," Dottie with said a wild look in her eye. That was when Y/n realized that Dottie had been messing with her. Dottie liked teasing Y/n to the point of her getting genuinely angry before they fucked. Dottie liked the roughness that came from Y/n being frustrated with her. Dottie wanted to feel the hair pulling and raking of nails going down her back from Y/n. She wanted to turn the sweet and gentle schoolteacher into a something just as despicable and dirty as she saw herself.

Y/n didn't say anything as she felt Dottie slip her hand under Y/n's bra. Dottie's fingers began to tease Y/n's nipple until it was completely hard. Dottie watched Y/n's eyes darken in the mirror as she slipped her other hand in to play with Y/n's other breast. Y/n tried to keep her resolve somewhat strong, but Dottie knew that the woman was putty in her hands already. Dottie leaned down slowly and began to softly kiss along the side of Y/n's neck. Y/n reached up and slid her bra straps off of her shoulders to let the garment slip a little bit more. Dottie took the hint and unhooked it from behind without missing a beat with anything else that she was doing.

"Come to bed," Dottie instructed. Y/n got up and followed Dottie over to the bed. Dottie waited for Y/n to lay down on the bed before she kneeled down onto the mattress herself. Y/n watched as Dottie crawled towards her, pausing only to remove Y/n's underwear. Y/n watched as Dottie's eyes slowly took in every inch of her body. By the time that Dottie got to Y/n's face, Y/n had her head turned away with a deep blush on her cheeks. "Hey, look at me. I want to see you. I want you to see me."

"Sorry," Y/n mumbled her apology quietly. Dottie hated it whenever Y/n apologized for something that didn't require any actual feelings of remorse. It was the overly polite part of Y/n's upbringing shining through. It gave Dottie flashes of the woman Y/n could have been if she had never run away to New York City and ended up in that stupid hotel.

Dottie continued her slow consumption of Y/n's body. Dottie touched Y/n with a delicacy that she knew came from being a trained killer. That was a part of herself that just being around Y/n made her hate. They were on their way from escaping that, even if Y/n didn't have the slightest clue. She still thought Dottie was a dancer, unaware that the only dance that Dottie knew was the one between life and death. Whenever they got to where they were going, Dottie would be a dancer, a real one. She had beauty and grace to spare according to Y/n, and it had always baffled her that Dottie never got work in New York City, but Y/n didn't know that Dottie didn't go to auditions or even try to get a show to see if she could.

"Look at me," Dottie reminded Y/n as she settled in between Y/n's thighs. Y/n nodded as she pushed herself up onto her elbows to watch Dottie. The small kisses and languid strokes of her tongue had Y/n's heart racing in her chest. Every single time with Dottie filled Y/n with a feeling of excitement. She knew that if anybody were to burst through the door they'd both be in trouble. Y/n's entire life could be flushed down the drain because of who she loved, but Y/n didn't care. Surely someone would see how amazing Dottie was, and they'd be able to run away together on the fortune that they would make from Dottie's dancing.

"Dottie please," Y/n moaned as her head fell back. Y/n hated the thought of who Dottie could have been with before her, but she had to thank them at some point. Dottie had a way with pleasure that could have only come with experience. Y/n was learning some of Dottie's tricks, but it was still nothing compared to what Dottie was doing to her. Everything from the softest and most subtle movements could be felt throughout Y/n's entire body. Which was why the moment that Dottie completely withdrew, Y/n felt it immediately. "Dottie, please."

"If you look away from me again, I swear I'll stop," Dottie threatened. Y/n's eyes went wide as Dottie went back in between her legs. It was hard, keeping her focus completely on Dottie whenever the woman was melting away at her brain from between her legs. Y/n was certain that she had to have looked away at least one more time before she came, but by that time, it seemed that Dottie was too into what she was doing to stop. Y/n closed her eyes as she felt her orgasm overtake her, and when she opened them up again, Dottie was laying on her stomach by Y/n's side just watching her.

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I also at 10:03 pm (for me) am thinking ab dottie underwood and maybe a lil angsty dialogue of “let me help you.” 😌

ILY HAPPY 3K AGAIN U DESERVE EVERYTHING IN THE WHOLE WORLD

thank you so much my beloved!! i have been sooo busy lately (moving my entire life back home after college is wild - idk how i have so much stuff!), but i promise i did not forget your requests :) i don't think is quite what you were expecting but i hope you enjoy it anyway!

this fic also includes a prompt from @nekoannie-chan's 1k writing challenge ("don't you think you're being a little paranoid?"), which i am so late on posting it's not even funny

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A Single Action

With every passing second, you felt your chances of escaping arrest slip away. Every step you took was as fast as you possibly could, and you knew the police were closing the gap between you almost obsessively. It was your fault for trying to break into a store they were staking out, and now you had to once again disappear. 

You didn’t know where to go that wouldn’t lead the authorities back to you, and so when you by the time you finally felt that no one was on your tail anymore, you were practically stranded in the middle of the city, with several hours to kill before you could even think about returning to your home. 

There was a gunshot wound in your shoulder, a souvenir from the officers when they first crashed the scene, and the adrenaline coursing through your body was starting to wear off, which meant the pain was starting to amplify. It wasn’t a particularly perilous wound, although there was a small amount of blood seeping from your arm, currently staining your shirt that might have suggested otherwise. You were just grateful that this was the only injury you received, and that once you were able to patch yourself up a little, things would be okay. 

A nearby dive bar was the only place you could think of going that wouldn’t ask any questions this late at night, so you tried not to think about the growing pain and slowly made your way into the darkened room, dodging a few people dancing on your way to the bathroom. Even though this place was pretty dark, it was probably a good idea to get as much blood off your skin and clothes as physically possible before the people around you started to ask too many questions about what you were doing and where you had been. 

The bathroom was brightly lit, and there was a woman applying lipstick in the mirror when you stepped in. You didn’t recognize her at first, but then fear started to bubble in your stomach as you recognized her jet-black hair and intense stare. 

You didn’t often cross paths with Dottie Underwood, but you had competed for jobs a few times, one of those times being pretty recent. She had just shown up one day and started to try and make her way among the bounty hunters in the streets of Los Angeles, and you knew almost nothing about her. All the gossip in the different circles of the underworld only mentioned that she had apparently been born in Russia and was currently evading capture from one of the intelligence agencies based on the west coast. Although you weren’t technically on opposite sides, you wouldn’t consider her a friend, that’s for sure. 

But unfortunately, you were bleeding too much to be any more picky about where you were going to clean yourself off, so you tried your best to not draw any attention and instead rolled your sleeve up as high as it would go, exposing the raw and bloody wound. 

Right as you turned the faucet on and put your hand under the stream of water, a pristine white handkerchief appeared in your field of vision. Shocked, you looked up to see Dottie standing right next to you. “Let me help you,” she said, and for a few moments you genuinely believed that you had lost your mind. 

Frozen, you continued to stare at her, and when you finally did speak, your voice came out in an embarrassing croak. “Why?” 

“Because I know who you are.” Immediately, your body tensed, so much so that she let out a quiet laugh upon observing it. “Calm down, I’m not going to say anything, don’t you think you’re being a little paranoid?” Her words may have seemed accusatory, but there was an ease to them you couldn’t quite explain, as if this was her attempt at a joke.

“No,” you said defensively. “I just don’t understand why you’re here.” 

“Even untraceable ghosts of the night need a crappy drink every now and then,” she said, a cryptic smile crossing her lips. There was something about her that drew you in like no one else you had ever met, and you finally understood what some people said about her charm and the connections that had with her success rate. If she asked you to rob a bank for her right this very moment, you would simply nod and ask where she wanted you to drop off the money. You didn’t often let your feelings dictate your life, but this was almost involuntary. 

“No, I mean why you’re helping me, especially if you know who I am.” 

“I don’t hold a grudge against you for taking that job a few weeks back, if that’s what you’re worried about,” she said. “I understand that we all just have to do whatever we can to make it, even when we don’t want to.”

The tone she spoke in hinted at her past in a way you had never heard before, and if what you had heard about her origin was true, she probably was aware of the reality of this life even before you had decided to go out on your own and spill blood to pay the bills. 

It was completely silent in the room as she helped you clean your arm, and once most of the blood was wiped away, the wound itself didn’t look too bad. You were thankful for the cards you had been dealt, as the bullet seemed to have only grazed you. With a gauze wrap and a few days of rest, you would be right as rain. 

You dried off your skin as best you could with your shirt, and then you finally broke the silence.  “Thank you,” you said, voice as sincere as you had ever heard it. “I won’t forget this.” 

“I won’t either,” Dottie responded, and she reached down to take your hand for a fleeting moment, squeezing it slightly before she let go. Maybe you were reading too much into the implications, but you really hoped that it meant she was as taken with you as you were with her, even though this was but a tiny interaction in the course of one lifetime, a blip in memory. 

She was gone almost immediately after, the door swinging closed as she walked out, and you couldn’t help but wonder when you would see her again. 

Because you really wanted to see her again.

- the end -

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Incorrect qoutes #5

Dottie: You are the love of my life and I would do anything within reason to make you happy. Y/N: I would be happy if you ate, stayed hydrated and got a reasonable amount of sleep. Dottie: I said within reason, y/n. How about I murder that guy? Y/N: So murder is in reason but proper self-care isn't? Dottie: Well, duh. What kind of question is that?

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7 times they were better parents to Tony than Howard was | Agent Carter Fanfic

~ In other words, Elizabeth Stark and Jason Underwood being an married couple for 5 minutes straight

Pairing: Jason Underwood & Elizabeth Stark

Character mentioned/included: Tony Stark, Howard Stark, Maria Stark, Edwin Jarvis & Ana Jarvis, Hank Pym, The Avengers & Young Avengers, Peggy Carter, Nick Fury, Alexander Pierce, Justin Hammer and etc

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe -> Agent Carter, Iron Man 1-3, Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Avengers Age Of Ultron

Summary: Sometimes the best things in life happen when you least expect, such as becoming loving parental figures to a billionaire genius with a cheeky grin.

Note: Jason’s nickname is JJ and Elizabeth’s nickname is Liz

Ship Name: JALIZZY

Slight Warning: A bit of angst but mostly fluff

Click here for the latest fic featuring this family

Click here to see where our leading man fits in the Marvel Universe timeline

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Both were asleep in bed, when little 7 year old Tony walked into the bedroom and climbing into their bed.

Jason woke up first rubbing his eyes and sighed, "Bubba what you doing? We built you a new big boy bed last week.."

"Bad dream.." Said little Tony balling up his fist and getting under the covers, "..and Daddy is out."

"Oh right Momma visiting Aunt Peg for the week.."

"I'm sorry..c-can I stay?"

That moment Elizabeth woke up ruffling her nephew's bed head and yawned, "Sure, Bambino. But you wanna talk about the bad dream first?"

Tony looked down holding his teddy bear and mumbled, "I was in a dark and scary cave with a dragon..and I could not fight him, I was running but there no way to go.."

"Aww sweetie, look it's okay not every dream is gonna be a good one but you're okay. Everything is okay, you hear me?"

" I know..it's okay, b-but I was lost and scared..I did not save the princess..I fail.."

"Oh no sweetie, you didn't fail anyone. It was just a bad dream, there are no dragons here to hurt you."

"But the princess?"

"Maybe you will save her in the next dream."

Jason added with a tired smile, "Or maybe the princess already saved herself? Like auntie Lizzie or auntie Peg. And she's now waiting for you in the dream."

"Really?" Tony asked with a small smile.

"Yeah, sometimes it's the little prince that needs to go on journey to find the princess waiting for him in the end."

"Okay, I am ready to sleep now..and meet the princess."

"Out of curiosity, who was the princess?"

"Her name was Molly."

"Ohh nice name."

Elizabeth cut in with a chuckle, "Yeah very nice! Now we can please go to sleep and save the kingdom tonight in this dream?"

The boys nodded with a smile, cuddling up in bed with the lady of the house.

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Elizabeth blowing raspberries on Tony's tummy as his giggles filled up the house with laughter. Jason was building up rocking chair in the living room and walked into the kitchen.

Jarvis was making lunch for them.

"Hey babe." He said with a smile, kissing her forehead then gave his nephew one on the cheek.

"Hi dear." She replied with a smile bouncing their nephew in her lap who giggled brightly.

It was a running gag but a sweet one calling each other pet names since the day they met. It went beyond, just them calling each other nicknames Jason called Jarvis's wife, Ana, honey and doll all the time as a term of endearment.

"JJ!" Tony yelled in glee with a toothy grin, as both adults looked their eyes at his silliness.

Something that would carry on once Tony is older is that silly toothy grin of his, no matter what the situation is. Especially his giggles.

Jarvis set the table for them, as Jason rushed over to help him and cutting Elizabeth's food into smaller sizes. Ana joined them soon enough watching all of this in curiosity. However, it confused the British man, once they all sat down to eat.

"Why does Jason need to cut your food, Miss Stark?" Jarvis asked them as he ate.

"Just watch, dear." Ana added, curious knowing she will get an answer.

With Tony's booster seat resting between them. Ana grabs a glass of wine and sits next to her husband. Looking at the kid who are begin to eat but what caught Jarvis's eye was Tony’s other hand gripping Elizabeth’s left hand in a tight grip.

"Aww how adorable." Ana said with a smile eating her chicken.

"It is indeed but what exactly is happening? I might need an explanation." Jarvis questioned with a smile.

"Tony had this new habit where he only can eat if he holds Elizabeth or Maria’s hand. It started a few days ago." Jason explained chuckling as he ate.

"I don't mind it. It keeps him relaxed and allows me to make sure he's doing alright while eating." Elizabeth replied eating with her other hand.

"What happens if you remove your hand?" Ana asked, in love with the way Tony's happily eating.

Elizabeth lets go of Tony's hand and all of them looking at the youngest Stark who started fusing while chewing a piece of meat, one hand starts waving asking for his auntie’s hand.

Elizabeth just let Tony wrap his fingers with her own in the meantime as Ana chuckled and Jarvis snorted with a smile.

"Howard tried it yesterday, removing Tony's hand away from Maria and he just cried. Not pretty." Jason added chuckling.

"It was hilarious!" Elizabeth told them as she snickered, "My brother promised to let him sleep with their room last night, if he stopped. Howard was third wheeling."

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“Will you please go to sleep now? You're a growing boy, come on please do it Uncle JJ.” Jason sighed and rubbed his own face with his palm.

“No way.” Tony runs “I wan Liz…”

“I give up.” Jason buried his face in the kid’s bed

Jason finally gets up and walks to the living room where his best girl is reading something from her notebook. Watching Tony just dive to her lap startling the woman.

“What the-?” Elizabeth jumped out of reflex “I-shouldn’t you be in bed and counting sheep?”

“I’m not sleepy.” Tony shakes his head.

“Well, I am.” Jason sighed and sat next to Elizabeth looking into her eyes hoping she understood the silent help signal, "No more kids, one is enough.."

That was when Hank Pym called as Elizabeth put him on the speaker and started talking with him as she tried to put her kid to sleep.

"Lizzie is this a bad time?" Hank asked while on the phone, hearing Tony mumbling in the background and Jason's voice muttering something.

"No, Hankie it's fine. Someone's allergic to sleep just like his father, I'll pay you 500 bucks if you can get him to sleep." Elizabeth replied jokingly.

"I'll see what I can do. Do you remember the equation use for invention you and Howard were making?"

"Actually, yeah I do. The one for that android prototype? Yeah I do."

"Good because I thinking we can use for this new formula I was creating."

Both scientists go to work, talking with the equipment and possible new investments they would make that month to present to the others. Laughing and gushing about their week as well.

Jason was napping when he was accidentally smack on the shoulder due to Elizabeth's excitement how on they can improve the formula for the shrink ray.

"Ow!" He shouted softly, being woken up.

"Oh, sorry JJ. I was just, you know." She replied trying to explain with a chuckle.

"I know let me take this little guy off your hands."

"Alright."

Both expected to find Tony still awake on his auntie's lap but he nodding off as they spoke. They chuckled quietly thanking Hank's believing their science talk tired him out or something.

He picked him up as Tony's head rested on his shoulder, his eyes were trying to stay open as he mumbled, "I'm not tired...no sleepy.."

"Oh yes you are, Bubba. Very sleepy." Jason said with a soft chuckle with sighed, "Say night night."

Elizabeth stood up cupping his little face mumbling sweet nothing into his ears as Tony hummed a soft, "..night night."

"Night, my little star." She replied with a soft smile, deciding to help tuck him in.

They tucked in their little boy, turning on the recording on Maria Stark's gentle singing voice as background noise for Tony.

Moments like that, they both wished Howard and Maria were not busy sometimes but they're more than happy to raise the little guy instead.

----

As much as he is their little boy, he is Howard's son and that being said he was a little rebellious at time. Especially in his early teens and his years as an adult..

"Anthony Edward Stark, where the hell you think your going?" Elizabeth asked with her arms crossed and tapped her foot with a glare.

"Out!" Repiled Tony, who was 12 years old at this point with a classic smirk.

"It's Monday afternoon on a school night!"

"So?"

"So you're not heading out to whatever your heading off to! I don't care what it is, Friday it's another thing, I allow it. But Monday, hell no!"

"You're not dad, auntie Liz!"

"And thank god I ain't. Be lucky it ain't Peggy either, why do you want to head out anyway? To act cool with your friends?"

Tony sighed in defeat dramatically dropping the smirk and crossed his arms, "Well no shit. All my friends are doing it."

Jason stepped in after returning home from an getting supplies hearing his nephew, "Please tell you didn't just curse in front of your aunt."

"I just said 'shit'! Relax.." Tony replied with a sigh thinking of something knowing who's the softer parent, "And aunt Liz won't let me go out."

"First off no cursing at your aunt. And second, out where?"

"An party..all my friends will be there!"

"Is it on Friday?"

"Yup! It's on Friday, it's a small party."

Elizabeth scoffed, "No! It's tonight, an silly little stupid party with his friends doing god knows what. God knows if the parents will be there!"

"She's lying! She doesn't want me to have fun this week and stay stuck in this house, only invite to Rhodey or something." Tony shouted.

"Enough!" Jason yelled raising his voice, "I know she ain't lying and that you're the one who is actually lying. You know the rules Tony, no parties or anything on school night like Monday. And something tells me those kids parents don't know they're going to that party."

"B-but that's not fair! I should be allow to go." Tony yelled.

"No you shouldn't and it is fair, she’s saving you for tomorrow. She knows that something off is going on if it's on a Monday, simple as that. Doesn't that sound a little weird to you?"

"...yeah..it does."

"We will talk about this later."

A few more words were said before Tony left to the living room. Liz was pissed off and so was Jason.

He sighed and told her, "You were doing the right thing."

"I know.." She sighed, "I know. I'm just trying to protect him. Something tells me this won't be the last argument."

"Cause it won't. But we just try to lead him down the right path.."

"You got that right. Protecting him and all that.."

----

Road trips with the three of them tend to be something else. Tony always making himself known with questions, annoying them on purpose and snickering afterwards.

"Where we going?" Tony asked in the backseat, playing with his jacket zipper.

"To meet Peggy and your parents in San Diego." Elizabeth replied like it was obvious with a smile.

"And why are you driving?"

"Because your uncle JJ has a bad history with driving."

Jason perked up, "I'm right here, you know?!

Tony snorted, "Okay what time we get there?"

"Midnight." Elizabeth said with sigh.

"What happens at midnight?"

"You're bedtime."

"Can I drive?"

Both shouted at the same time, "No!"

That resulted in Tony laughing at their response as both parents chuckled at his ridiculous way to make times like that a joke or two.

---

Sometimes Elizabeth tends to become a mama bear, as if she isn't already. Like when Tony started dating, Howard rolled his eyes chuckling at his sister and Maria gushed hoping her boy enjoys the dating scene.

Elizabeth on the other hand, she was so excited and sat beside Jason one afternoon while he was reading. He was reading a classic children's' book from the shelfs, 'The Giving Tree' when Elizabeth came with a grin.

"Yes my darling?" He asked looking up from the book with a laugh.

"Tony got a date!" She repiled with a smile.

"With who? I mean I'm not surprise our kid has been a cheeky little guy since the age of 3."

"You know that day Howard took Tony down to that event in Chicago? Well there was this nice girl there with her mother, Tony sneaked off to see her and now they met again due to her mother bringing her here for an clothing event. And according to Ana, he has a date."

"That's my boy. If he's not a gentleman, I'll ground him for life. Where to?"

"Ana said that caravel downtown this weekend. She was eavesdropping and I love her for it."

"Not bad for a first actually date with a girl he seems to like."

Elizabeth sigh assuming something, Jason knew that look on her face and ask her what's going on.

"I don't want to sound cheesy but he's growing up so fast, JJ! I mean where did the time go? It felt like I was helping him add 2 + 2 yesterday! Now a date? Damn..he's my baby." Elizabeth admitted with a sigh.

Jason opened his arms pulling her into an tight embrace as she was nuzzling comfortably against his neck. She pouted, it was a rare moment but she did. He chuckled rubbing her shoulder.

"Aw, Lizzie, darling. He's growing up, I don't like it. Hell I would rather stop time and let him stay the way he is now. But we can't. Before we know it, he's buying his own house or deciding to buy this one off his father." Jason joked with a smile.

Elizabeth chuckled, "He might as well do that. I'm not ready for him to keep growing up, what if he doesn't want hugs from his auntie anymore? What if he grows up hating the idea of living with us? I mean it's a packed a house, i don’t blame him."

"Hahaha no, honey he won't. I think he rather have a packed house than a quieter one. And he will always need his auntie, he's your baby. Tony knows it, hell he might make you an godmother one day."

"Oh god no, don't think that far hahaha! I want him live in the moment now, before he's old and gray. I'm still gonna baby him no matter how old he is! You know that right?"

"Oh I know. And he's gonna be annoyed but love you for it. No matter what you do, you will be there to protect him and stand up for him."

"You too!"

"Oh hell yeah I will!"

---

And they are right about that. Yeah sure, Lizzie was gone under the ice for years due to a freak accident thinking she was goner. Having Jason and Tony feeling down in the dumps for some time.

But when that girl returned, her mama bird side came with her. And the man who was her right hand was more than happy about that.

"He's insane!" Liz yelled with a sigh, pointing at her nephew, "You're insane."

"Hello?! Have you met me?" Tony replied with a chuckle, "I think Pepper would love a big bunny for an anniversary slash Christmas present."

"Okay I dealt the whole 'I'm Iron Man, I can do whatever the hell I want' thing. But your Tony Stark! My Tony Stark, use that head of yours is a big bunny a good idea?"

"JJ gets you big jewelry and spoils you! I blame him for my actions, the bunny stays."

"Oh jeez. Did you at least get dinner ready?"

"Yeah it's pizza tonight. Why are you acting so uptight lately?"

Elizabeth sighed, "I've been asleep for years in ice and I come back to find you as Iron Man. A superhero. I know it's been an year now, but a part of me is still scared your gonna blow it!"

Tony chuckled pulling his auntie into a hug, "Oh Liz, it's me we're talking about. Hell, JJ is still terrified for my life. And honestly, I've already it blew it last year, in New York. I am stressed but I will be fine.."

"I know about your late night snacking and sleepless night, Tony. I'm worried about you. We all are."

"I know you are..but if anything happens, I will tell you. I promise."

~~~

Last forward to Christmas time, once the house blew up and JARVIS announces Tony's anxiety problems to everyone after arriving at the snowy side of the U.S. before shutting off.

Soon enough, they're dragging themselves across the snow to find a safe house. Rei's suit is being dragged across the snow, as he decide to start helping his godfather.

Liz snaps, "Anything you want to tell me?!"

"Okay in my defense I was gonna tell you soon." Tony winced.

"When?!"

"I was gonna make you an omelette and tell you about it!"

"Oh my god!"

Jason sighed dragging the Iron Man suit with them across with snow as the night fall onto of them.

"You two knew about this?! This whole time and didn't think of telling me?!" Jason yelled.

"I thought you knew about this! Or that he told you!" Liz yelled back.

"Great, now Ma and Pops are fighting." Rei added sarcastically, "Good job, Dad!"

Tony turned look at his son, “I’m sorry, how is this my fault?”

“Isn’t everything?”

“This is unbelievable.”

----

Other times, Jason and Elizabeth would be protecting themselves or their kids presence even when the guy isn't nearby.

Such as 2014, when they were called by SHIELD when it came to Alexander Pierce wanting their signature onto the new helicarriers.

Jason was tired as he asked, "Okay Pierce, what the hell is this?"

Elizabeth was standing next to him and pressed, "Mr. Secertary, what he meant is there a reason you've asked us to come here?"

"Signature, Mr. Underwood and Miss Stark." Said Pierce holding out pens, "As well, I was hoping you ask your nephew to stop by my niece's birthday party as a favor for Nick."

"He's our nephew, not a party entertainer." Elizabeth said with a raise eyebrow.

"Unless it's for his own children, and at the moment he's not dealing with your favors." Jason added, "What's the favor you're doing for Nick?"

"That's classified information, sir." Pierce replied.

"Of course it is..you know, it was a pretty long day and I don't want to be here. Matter a fact, none of us want to be to here! So good night Alexander." Elizabeth said standing up from her chair.

Jason stood up following her, opening the door for the girl as he gave Pierce an odd look before walking out. However that didn’t stop Elizabeth Stark to get information later on that day, returning to Alexander Pierce’s office after cooling down to get any information needed.

——

Sometimes due to Jason and Elizabeth being so close to Tony, along with their godchildren they get mistaken for the actual parents. Hell, even for being a couple more than once.

Such as in the early to late 2010s, Justin Hammer once asked, “Are theses your parents, Stark? I thought they were dead..”

Tony would give an sarcastic smile and reply, “Aw Hammer, you’re jealous? Too bad not everyone was given 3 sets of parents.”

“Three?”

“Oh yeah, didn’t you hear? Or were you too busy washing yourself in that horrible 80s cologne?”

Justin scoffed, “Damn. But seriously, are they giving out set of parents for free or what?”

“No. They’re mine, you can’t have them.” Tony added with a smirk.

~~~

Or when Fury called Tony and The Avengers out a few times, he will tend to bring JJ and Liz names into conversation, using the term parents. Such as in 2015, when they are all in Clint’s Barn. Also known as The Safe House.

Everyone was in the kitchen, including the teens and kids. Some were at the table such as Natasha, Bruce, Rick, Ava, Rei and Rochelle. Others were surrounding the area near the sink and fridge across from the kitchen island, such as Tony, Clint and Steve with Liane and Luna.

Clint’s wife Laura was listening in as the younger kids were wondering around.

Elizabeth was drying dishes as Jason washed them, meanwhile Fury was finishing placing some orange slices on a plate.

Nat spoke up, “You know boss, when I was hoping I saw ya, you would have more than that.”

Fury replied, “I do. I have you. Back in the day, I had eyes everything, ears everywhere else. You kids have all the things you can dream to use, Stark’s parents didn’t have much to work with beforehand but they made do. Now here we are, back on earth with nothing but our wit and our willingness to do good.”

Jason added, “Just like old times, huh? Rehashing a plan during dinner, then collaborating in the morning to figure out what can be done..”

“Ain’t that the truth. Nothing but our strength to save the world and make a difference for others.” Elizabeth commented with a grin.

Fury gave them a half smile and continued his speech, “Ultron says The Avengers are the only thing between him and his mission. And weather or not he admits it, his mission is global destruction. All this lay in the grave. So stand, out with the platinum bastard.”

Natasha winked at Rick and Rochelle before saying with a smirk, “Steve doesn’t like that kinda talk.”

Steve gave her a humorous mock glare, “You know what, Romanoff?”

The teens and young adults in the room snorted and chuckled. The group kept talking, figuring out what will they all do next, with the young members of the team chiming into the conversations.

Even Jason mentioned, “You can try Pentagon's firewall, are they open this time?”

“That could work, they are still roughly open this time and hour.” Elizabeth comments.

“Should i know why you know that?”

“I had to message the Pentagon years ago to reach an barrier of systemic risks, for SHIELD’s locating tactics. And Tony did something he wasn’t supposed to..”

“Oh god, what was it this time?”

Fury ate his orange slice answering, “You’re boy cracked into SHIELD systemic burns, but beforehand he cracked their firewall.”

“That’s something, I do think I remember he did!” He replied chuckling, “We got mysterious calls afterwards for weeks.”

Tony chimed in with a grin sounding proud and said, “I cracked the Pentagon’s firewall in high school on a dare and got a sweet deal afterwards.”

Elizabeth grinned brightly, “That’s my boy! Definitely a win in my books.”

“And me? I cracked into SHIELD firewall too multiple times.” Rei added with a sly smile, as you could hear his godfather holding back his laughter in the background.

“I love you too, kiddo!” She replied to her sarcastic godson, “Both of you are the reasons for the facility's cyber-security sub-bar.”

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This is the list of the fics I read and recommend in Week 23 2023:

 A single action (Dottie Underwood X Reader) by @ghostofskywalker​ 💚💙

Everything will be fine (Peter Maximoff X Reader) by @youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms​ 💚💙

Nice to be kneaded part I: Welcome to Greenwood (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @rogersideup​💚

No good at goodbyes part III (Scott Lang X Reader) by @there-goes-thefighter​ 💚💙

Die Besessenheit one-shot: Die Authorität (Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader) by @imanuglywombat​❤️🖤

Night kisses (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @incorrectmarvelquotesss​ 💚💙❤️

My saviour chapter 52: I love you, Y/N! (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow​ 💚💙❤️🖤

Nice to be kneaded part II: Inhale, Exhale (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @rogersideup​💚

No good at goodbyes part IV (Scott Lang X Reader) by @there-goes-thefighter​ 💚💙

A-Z NSFW Headcanons (Adam Warlock X Reader) by @tom-whore-dleston​❤️

My saviour chapter 53: Where are your parents? (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow​ 💚💙❤️🖤

Nice to be kneaded part III: Nice to be needed (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @rogersideup​💚

No good at goodbyes part V (Scott Lang X Reader) by @there-goes-thefighter​ 💚💙

Breakfast is served (Stucky X Reader) by @ro-is-struggling​❤️

My saviour chapter 54: Anything you want, Brock! (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow​ 💚💙❤️🖤

Nice to be kneaded part IV: Captain what’s-his-butt (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @rogersideup​💚

No good at goodbyes part VI (Scott Lang X Reader) by @there-goes-thefighter​ 💚💙

As the dust settled (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @crazyunsexycool​ 💚💙❤️

Second time around (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki​❤️🖤

My saviour chapter 55: Good girl! (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow​ 💚💙❤️🖤

No good at goodbyes part VII (Scott Lang X Reader) by @there-goes-thefighter​ 💚💙

How Steve falls in love with you (Steve Rogers X Reader) by  @chennqingg​ 💚

Late night meeting (Pietro Maximoff X Reader) by @little-miss-dilf-lover​❤️

My saviour chapter 56: Not you, Agent! (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow​ 💚💙❤️🖤

No good at goodbyes part VIII (Scott Lang X Reader) by @there-goes-thefighter​ 💚💙

In a world of black and white (Ransom Drysdale X Reader) by @chasingmarvel​ 💚💙❤️

Distorted (Dark! Hydra Steve Rogers X Reader X Dark!Lloyd Hansen; Dark! Peter Parker X Reader (platonic), Dark! Superior! Tony Stark X Reader) by @ironlady1993​❤️🖤

My saviour chapter 57: NOT HER! (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow​ 💚💙❤️🖤

No good at goodbyes part IX (Scott Lang X Reader) by @there-goes-thefighter​ 💚💙

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Yelena Belova Fluff Alphabet

Part 5. This can be read as x reader or with Kate Bishop. It can be viewed as queer platonic.I headcanon her as asexual as she is in the comics Prompt here. T: Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, and gifts?) She is a planner, but she is more of a loose planner. She’ll start with some things like calling in class/work and managing you to get a day off so you can sleep in if you want. She has already gone to the grocery store the night before to buy you your favorite treats and to make you your favorite meal if you choose not to go out. She has taken all your interests into account and has made an outline, but she doesn’t like things completely regimented. It’s more, “Do you want beignets or greasy plates of bacon?” “Do you want to relax on the beach or have a picnic?”. It’s your day. Gifts are the same; your interests matter to her.

U: Ugly (What would be a bad habit of theirs?) She jumps to conclusions more than she should. Sometimes, she’s trying to be helpful by anticipating a situation, but not always. It can and has led to arguments. Less seriously, sometimes you find her gear and weapons in the oddest places in your home/Kate’s home.

V: Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) Yelena is stunningly beautiful, but she is a total femme. She takes great stock in her appearance, picking out fashionable clothing and styling her hair and her makeup at peak perfection. However, she is also flexible --- and sometimes “lazy” enough to go completely casual. Never messy, though. Yelena knows she’s pretty. The program values it, and she agrees she’s beautiful, but she doesn’t obsess over it. Kate thinks she should use it to get them free drinks, but Yelena just rolls her eyes at the idea.

W: Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?) She says she’s fine, really. She’s a former Black Widow. She’s fine. In actuality, while she would survive, she would feel the hole in her heart, whether friend, queerplatonic or more.

X: Xtra (A random headcanon for them) She loves watching cooking competition shows! Great British Bake Off, Halloween Bake Off, and Master Chef, to name a few. Cut Throat Kitchen is a particular favorite of hers. She loves how diabolical they get. Z: Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?) Yelena used to sleep with her hand held up and handcuffed on her back like Dottie Underwood. She sleeps purely on her stomach now because she can, and it’s comfortable.

[our-blood-is-our-ink]

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✧ @agathaharkussy - the side-blog for fanfiction related things only. Just like this blog, it is 18+ only due to the mature and nsfw content that is on it.

✧ Skylar_Inkstone - the AO3 where I have other works up that I don't here

Please note I only write wlw. I will not accept any requests for anything else.

»✧« Please note as well that when requesting from me, I require basic politeness if I'm to honor a request. A "please" and a "thank you" isn't too hard to remember. I am a person behind this screen and will not tolerate people demanding writing of me. »✧«

Fandoms I Write For:

✧ Marvel's MCU

✧ Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse

✧ Mrs. Fletcher

✧ Glass Onion: Knives Out II

Who I Write For:

✧ Agatha Harkness

✧ Agnes Bohner

✧ Peggy Carter

✧ Angie Martenelli

✧ Dottie Underwood

✧ Dr. Oliva Octavious

✧ Eve Fletcher

✧ Claire Debella

✧ Jen Barkley

✧ Carla Dunkler

Who I Write For but is not Requestable:

✧ Wanda Maximoff - assume that if I am writing her, she is Jewish. (This goes for the rest of the Maximoffs as well.)

Pairings I Write For:

✧ Agatha Harkness x Reader

✧ Agatha Harkness x Wanda Maximoff

✧ Agatha Harkness x Wanda Maximoff x Reader

✧ Agnes Bohner x Reader

✧ Agnes Bohner x Agatha Harkness

✧ Agnes Bohner x Wanda Maximoff

✧ Agnes Bohner x Agatha Harkness x Reader

✧ Agnes Bohner x Agatha Harkness x Wanda Maximoff

✧ Agnes Bohner x Agatha Harkness x Wanda Maximoff x Reader

✧ Peggy Carter x Angie Martenelli

✧ Peggy Carter x Dottie Underwood

✧ Peggy Carter x Angie Martenelli x Dottie Underwood

✧ Peggy Carter x Reader

✧ Dr. Oliva Octavious x Reader

✧ Dr. Oliva Octavious x Agatha Harkness x Reader

✧ Eve Fletcher x Reader

✧ Eve Fletcher x Agatha Harkness x Reader

✧ Claire Debella x Reader

✧ Claire Debella x Agatha Harkness

✧ Claire Debella x Agatha Harkness x Reader

✧ Claire Debella x Jen Barkley

✧ Claire Debella x Jen Barkley x Reader

Alternative Universes and One-shots:

Red contains smut

Blue contains mature themes

White is general

Purple are the characters/ships

✧ Immortal A.H. (one-shot)

✧ Love Me When I Don't A.H. x R (AU)

✧ make me behave//like an animal A.H. x R (one-shot)

✧ A Proposal and a Half A.H. x R (one-shot)

✧ Electric Love (abandoned) || Love so Soft A.H. x R (AU)

✧ What I Sacrifice || What We Gain A.H. x R (two-shot)

✧ Paper Rings || you've got yourself stuck in a moment//now you can't get out || Hearts Made of Starlight, Love Made of Sunshine C.D. x A.H., A.H. x R, C.D. x R, C.D. x A.H. x R (AU)

✧ Zoom Meeting C.D. x R

✧ Princess C.D. x R (one-shot)

✧ Soft Touches In Our Resting Place E.F. x R (one-shot)

✧ I Think I Saw You E.F. x R (one-shot)

✧ Business Office Pleasure A.H. x C.D. x J.B. (one-shot)

✧ Dancing in the Dark Wagatha (one-shot)

✧ Alternatively Wagatha (one-shot)

✧ Journey Wagatha (AU)

✧ An Unhealthy Obsession Wagatha x R (AU)

✧ Routine Cartenelli (one-shot)

Blurbs:

✧ Snapshot One A.H. x R

✧ Snapshot Two H.O. x A.H.

✧ Workout A.H. x K.B.

Inbox Asks:

✧ "I feel your absence in everything that I do alone, in every place I go without you." A.H. x R

✧ "Please... Say something." W.M. x Unrequited R, mentions of A.H. x R

✧ "I don't need your clever sayings!" A.H. x R

✧ "Do you remember our last fued? I wouldn't want someone to lose their life again, would you?" Vampire!C.D. x R, A.H. x R, Implied past A.H. x Vampire!C.D.

✧ "I've loved you since the moment I laid my eyes on you." A.H. x R

✧ "I can't pretend anymore." A.H. x R

✧ "Have you ever considered how it's making me feel?" A.H. x R

✧ "If you had kept your mouth shut then she'd- she'd still be here!"//"Don't underestimate me. I have far more power than you can even comprehend." A.H. x R

✧ "Hey! I didn't mean it like that!" Paper Rings AU C.D. x A.H. x R

✧ "Please. Please just listen to me." A.H. x R

✧ "I cannot bare to be apart from you anymore." A.H. x R

✧ "I hope you're happy"//"What made you think I cared for you?" A.H. x R

✧ "Can you please stop being so jealous for one second?" A.H. x R, W.M. x R

✧ "Hey, look at me. I'm yours and no one can change that." A.H. x R

✧ "Are you jealous?" A.H. x R

✧ Money, Money, Money C.D. x A.H.

✧ Movie Night E.F. x R

✧ Lunch Break E.F. x C.D.

✧ Desire A.H. x E.F.

[aparticularbandit]

Hello, potential new friend!  Welcome!

I call myself Bandit, I’m above 30, and I write a bunch of stuff!

Glad you’re here, feel free to check things out below!

General Links:

Tumblr Fic Masterlist

AO3

America Chavez RP sideaccount

Note for Minors

Regarding Asks

Requests OPEN.

Things I Don’t Write:

SMUT

Incest

Graphic Sexual Anything

Fandoms I Write For:

Mrs. Fletcher

Marvel Cinematic Universe:

     WandaVision

     Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness

     Agent Carter

Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery

Jane the Virgin

Who Framed Roger Rabbit

The Tick

Timeless

Puella Magi Madoka Magica

Deputy

Batwoman

Supergirl

Hannibal

X Files

Ships I Write For:

Rose Solano/Luisa Alver

     Tag: Roisa

Agatha Harkness/Wanda Maximoff

     Tag: Harximoff

Agatha Harkness/Eve Fletcher

     Tag: Agave

Agatha Harkness/Ancient One

     Tag: Agathian

Rose Solano/Miss Lint

     Tag: Rosalint

Dottie Underwood/Miss Lint

     Tag: Dottielint

Emma Whitmore/Whitney Frost

     Tag: Frostmore

Peggy Carter/Dottie Underwood

     Tag: Carterwood

Poison Ivy/Renee Montoya

Paula Reyes/Bill Hollister

     Tag: Holla

Agatha Harkness/Agnes Bohner

Kyoko Sakura/Mami Tomoe

     Tag: Kyomami

     I’m extremely picky about requests with this one.

Agnes Bohner/Wanda Maximoff

Agatha Harkness/Agnes Bohner/Wanda Maximoff

Agnes Bohner/Eve Fletcher

Agnes Bohner/Ralph Bohner

     I’m extremely picky about requests with this one.

If a ship is not listed here, that doesn’t necessarily mean I won’t write for it, only that I haven’t yet.

Reader:

     x Agatha Harkness

     x Wanda Maximoff

     x Claire Debella

I primarily write sapphic fic, but that doesn’t mean I won’t write het ships.  I just don’t as often.

I do NOT write mlm ships.

Characters I Write For Not Listed In Ships:

Rhea of Daxam (Supergirl)

Bedelia du Maurier (Hannibal)

Alana Bloom (Hannibal)

Homura Akemi (Puella Magi Madoka Magica)

Jessica Rabbit (Who Framed Roger Rabbit)

America Chavez (Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness)

If a character is not listed here, that doesn’t necessarily mean I won’t write for them, only that I haven’t yet.

Any of the main characters in Glass Onion except:

     Benoit Blanc

     Miles Bron

Glass Onion characters are preferred in fam situations and not as shipping, but I can write shipping maybe.

I primarily write female or nonbinary characters, but that doesn’t mean I won’t write men.  I just don’t as often.

[yelenasdiary]

Peggy Carter x Dottie Underwood’s daughter (reader) bring Natasha home to meet them and Dottie absolutely having none of it, refuses to let her daughter date another Black Widow while Peggy sees something different in Nat but is also very protective of her daughter

[smartycvnt]

No Matter

Title: No Matter

Pairing: Dottie Underwood x Reader

Summary: Dottie finally returns to Ash after helping Peggy, but she comes back different.

Word Count: 430

Warnings: none

Ash was far beyond worry whenever Peggy reached out to her. Ash had begged Dottie not to go chasing after Peggy Carter, but the woman was stubborn. She couldn't recall a time whenever Dottie hadn't been fixated with Peggy Carter. Dottie had been adamant that this was going to be the last time, and as Ash watched Dottie stumble towards her, she believed it. However, Ash knew that Dottie wasn't finished with Peggy on her own accord. Something had happened because Dottie wasn't right.

"Dot, honey, are you okay?" Ash called out. There was no answer from Dottie, who just continued to walk along the gravel driveway towards Ash's house. Ash rushed over towards her as Dottie stumbled. It wasn't like Dottie to be so out of it, and it hurt Ash to see her like that.

"We're not ready," Dottie mumbled. It had been months since Ash had seen Dottie, and weeks since Peggy had reached out to her. They had gone their separate ways after Peggy had left Dottie for dead. Ash scooped Dottie up into her arms and carried her inside.

"Dot, what happened?" Ash asked. Dottie looked up at Ash with a look that Ash had only ever seen on shell-shocked veterans. Dottie had been through Hell and back, so whatever she had been through had to be unfathomable.

"I don't want to talk about it. She's going to end the world, we're all doomed, Ash, doomed!" Dottie was in hysterics. Ash had never seen her so distraught before. It was like she was a completely different person now.

"Shh, it's okay. It's okay. The world won't end, I simply won't let it. Not when I have you back in my arms," Ash promised.

"I don't think you can stop this, Ash. I think this will swallow us all up in the end. There's nothing we can do about it. I felt it Ash, she touched me with whatever was inside of her and I can't stop feeling it," Dottie sobbed. Ash felt her heart break with each panicked word that left Dottie's mouth.

"Well, then we can take solace in the fact that we're together. Nothing will take you from me again Dottie, absolutely nothing. If we die, we die together. It'll make it even easier to find one another on the other side." Dottie didn't understand how Ash could be so optimistic about the end of the world, but she did take comfort in it. Unlike Peggy and company, Ash wasn't going to abandon Dottie whenever things looked like they were getting tough.

[ghostofskywalker]

Just Another Stray

Dottie Underwood/Fem!Reader

Fictober Day 16 of 31

Words: 976

Summary: When your girlfriend brings home a stray kitten, you can’t help but fall in love with it.

Dottie Underwood Masterlist

It was not uncommon for your apartment to be filled with stray animals at any given time, you worked as a veterinarian - of course you were going to bring in animals from the street. Usually though, you were the one actually finding the animals, and your girlfriend had to deal with the fact that she occasionally shared an apartment with mangy and malnourished cats and dogs.

So when you walked into the living room one day after work to see a black cat sitting on the couch like their name was on the lease (and you hadn’t been the one to welcome that cat into the house), you were understandably a bit confused. It definitely looked a bit worse for wear, far skinnier than healthy cats should be, with tangled fur and what looked like a small bite taken out of its ear. Thankfully you didn’t seem to notice any violent tendencies (or at least it hadn’t started attacking you yet) and your heart immediately broke for the pain and struggle that this animal must have been through living on the streets.

A bed sheet had been laid over the upholstery, which was a good move because you never know what a stray animal could be carrying, and it’s yellow eyes stared unblinkingly at you, as if questioning what you were doing in its house. “Dottie?” you called out, hoping that your girlfriend would be home to answer your many questions.

“Yes?” she called back.

“Not that I’m complaining, but why is there a cat on the couch?”

Dottie didn’t respond for a moment, but when she appeared in your line of sight she had an apologetic look on her face. “It came up to me today and wouldn’t leave me alone. I thought you could look at it, if that’s okay.”

You nodded as you took a pair of gloves out of your bag and took a few steps closer to the cat, tentatively reaching out in its direction. The fixed stare did not go away, and thankfully it didn’t seem to move into a defensive or attack position, so you guessed that wherever this cat came from, they had some level of comfort around humans. “Hi honey,” you said, the saccharine voice you often used to talk to the animals slipping out almost instantly. Dottie always teased you about it, saying that they didn’t really understand what you were saying, but you maintained that intonation was incredibly important when talking to any kind of creature, and even if you slipped into what others called “baby talk,” it helped them feel more at ease.

The cat let out a soft meow as you gently pet its head, and you gently picked up the animal and lifted it in the air. Once it was established that this particular cat was a girl, you checked for broken bones and other injuries and did as much of a checkup as you could in the middle of your living room.

Dottie watched the entire process intently, fascinated by the way you gently handled the cat. You didn’t know too many details about your girlfriend’s past, but you knew that it was often harsh and cruel, so something like showing kindness to animals, which for you was a simple and immediate act, was something strange and foreign to her. You loved your girlfriend, but it seemed sometimes like she was a bit of a stray herself, always evading your attempts to get her to open up and talk to you about more sensitive topics.

You knew of her skillset (and you weren’t blind to the fact that she sometimes disappeared for a day or two and returned with a lot of cash in her purse and some blood on her clothes), and you genuinely didn’t care. Of course you wanted to encourage more ahem, legal, hobbies and pastimes, but at this point in your life it didn’t matter. You were already breaking the law due to the very nature of your relationship with her, something that if discovered would ruin both your veterinary practice and your life, so there was a part of you that simply didn’t want to know what she got up to this way you wouldn’t have to care.

“What are we going to name her?” she asked, pulling you back from your thoughts. “I was thinking Shadow had a nice ring to it.”

“What do you mean?” you asked. “We don’t name the animals that come in at the shelter.”

“Yeah, but I was thinking that she could be ours,” Dottie said. “Because I found her, and it doesn’t seem like she’s anyone’s pet.” The cat, who at this point was still in your arms, gave a loud purr at your girlfriend’s words. “See? She agrees with me.”

You couldn’t help the laughter that came bubbling out of you, and you knew you couldn’t say no. “How about I take her into work tomorrow and get her checked out better?” you asked. “And we’ll see if anyone contacts us about a missing cat that matches her description. If no one comes forward, we can think about adopting her.”

Shadow jumped down from your arms as you spoke, apparently having decided that she had enough of your examination. Dottie’s face held a grumpy expression, and you walked over to her and pulled her into a hug. “I really want to keep her,” she said softly.

“Me too,” was your response. “Hopefully there won’t be any problems tomorrow at work, but I also can’t keep every stray either of us come across.”

“Why not?” she asked, a playful twinkle in her eye. “You kept me, didn’t you?”

“You’re a special case,” you said, leaning in to place a soft kiss on her lips.

You could feel her smile into the kiss. “I guess I can’t argue with that.” 

- the end - 

[agathaharkussy]

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Main-blog and Other Fandom Related Accounts:

✧ My ko-fi for those who want to leave little gifts for me 💜

✧ @our-blood-is-our-ink - my main blog. It's chaotic and horny as fuck on there. Just like this blog, it is 18+ only due to the mature and nsfw content that is on it.

✧ Skylar_Inkstone - the AO3 where I have other works up that I don't here

Please note I only write wlw. I will not accept any requests for anything else.

»✧« Please note as well that when requesting from me, I require basic politeness if I'm to honor a request. A "please" and a "thank you" isn't too hard to remember. I am a person behind this screen and will not tolerate people demanding writing of me. »✧«

Fandoms I Write For:

✧ Marvel's MCU

✧ Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse

✧ Mrs. Fletcher

✧ Glass Onion: Knives Out II

Who I Write For:

✧ Agatha Harkness

✧ Agnes Bohner

✧ Peggy Carter

✧ Angie Martenelli

✧ Dottie Underwood

✧ Dr. Oliva Octavious

✧ Eve Fletcher

✧ Claire Debella

✧ Carla Dunkler

Who I Write For but is not Requestable:

✧ Wanda Maximoff - assume that if I am writing her, she is Jewish. (This goes for the rest of the Maximoffs as well.)

Pairings I Write For:

✧ Agatha Harkness x Reader

✧ Agatha Harkness x Wanda Maximoff

✧ Agatha Harkness x Wanda Maximoff x Reader

✧ Agnes Bohner x Reader

✧ Agnes Bohner x Agatha Harkness

✧ Agnes Bohner x Wanda Maximoff

✧ Agnes Bohner x Agatha Harkness x Reader

✧ Agnes Bohner x Agatha Harkness x Wanda Maximoff

✧ Agnes Bohner x Agatha Harkness x Wanda Maximoff x Reader

✧ Peggy Carter x Angie Martenelli

✧ Peggy Carter x Dottie Underwood

✧ Peggy Carter x Angie Martenelli x Dottie Underwood

✧ Peggy Carter x Reader

✧ Dr. Oliva Octavious x Reader

✧ Dr. Oliva Octavious x Agatha Harkness x Reader

✧ Eve Fletcher x Reader

✧ Eve Fletcher x Agatha Harkness x Reader

✧ Claire Debella x Reader

✧ Claire Debella x Agatha Harkness

✧ Claire Debella x Agatha Harkness x Reader

✧ Claire Debella x Jen Barkley

✧ Claire Debella x Jen Barkley x Reader

Alternative Universes and One-shots:

Red contains smut

Blue contains mature themes

White is general

Purple are the characters/ships

✧ Immortal A.H. (one-shot)

✧ Love Me When I Don't A.H. x R (AU)

✧ make me behave//like an animal A.H. x R (one-shot)

✧ A Proposal and a Half A.H. x R (one-shot)

✧ Electric Love (abandoned) || Love so Soft A.H. x R (AU)

✧ What I Sacrifice || What We Gain A.H. x R (two-shot)

✧ Paper Rings || you've got yourself stuck in a moment//now you can't get out || Hearts Made of Starlight, Love Made of Sunshine C.D. x A.H., A.H. x R, C.D. x R, C.D. x A.H. x R (AU)

✧ Zoom Meeting C.D. x R

✧ Princess C.D. x R (one-shot)

✧ Soft Touches In Our Resting Place E.F. x R (one-shot)

✧ I Think I Saw You E.F. x R (one-shot)

✧ Business Office Pleasure A.H. x C.D. x J.B. (one-shot)

✧ Dancing in the Dark Wagatha (one-shot)

✧ Alternatively Wagatha (one-shot)

✧ Journey Wagatha (AU)

✧ An Unhealthy Obsession Wagatha x R (AU)

✧ Routine Cartenelli (one-shot)

Blurbs:

✧ Snapshot One A.H. x R

✧ Snapshot Two H.O. x A.H.

✧ Workout A.H. x K.B.

Inbox Asks:

✧ "I feel your absence in everything that I do alone, in every place I go without you." A.H. x R

✧ "Please... Say something." W.M. x Unrequited R, mentions of A.H. x R

✧ "I don't need your clever sayings!" A.H. x R

✧ "Do you remember our last fued? I wouldn't want someone to lose their life again, would you?" Vampire!C.D. x Reader, A.H. x R, Implied A.H. x Vampire!C.D.

✧ "I've loved you since the moment I laid my eyes on you." A.H. x R

✧ "I can't pretend anymore." A.H. x R

✧ "Have you ever considered how it's making me feel?" A.H. x R

✧ "If you had kept your mouth shut then she'd- she'd still be here!"//"Don't underestimate me. I have far more power than you can even comprehend." A.H. x R

✧ "Hey! I didn't mean it like that!" Paper Rings AU C.D. x A.H. x R

✧ "Please. Please just listen to me." A.H. x R

✧ "I cannot bare to be apart from you anymore." A.H. x R

✧ "I hope you're happy."//"What made you think I cared for you?" A.H. x R

✧ "Can you please stop being so jealous for one second?" A.H. x R, W.M. x R

✧ "Hey, look at me. I'm yours and no one can change that." A.H. x R

✧ "Are you jealous?" A.H. x R

✧ Money, Money, Money C.D. x A.H.

✧ Movie Night E.F. x R

✧ Lunch Break E.F. x C.D.

✧ Desire A.H. x E.F.

[xxruinaxxmcu]

What lies before us

Book 2 of a Jack Thompson X Reader Story 

Book 1: What Lies Beneath 

Chapter 1

Y/N was good at keeping secrets. She was excellent at it – after all, it had been her job for four years, and back then, her life was on the line every day. If she had slipped up, she would have been dead meat. She was excellent at it because she was a spy – keeping secrets was in their job description. She had no problem continuing the banter and annoyed remarks towards Jack Thompson during their working hours to upkeep the image that nothing had changed. She had no problem doing it. It was a different story for Jack. After all, his normal tone with people could often be characterised as the tone of a jerk. What was worse, Y/N had to endure the remarks of other people in the office, and as much as he liked to throw them onto the street, he couldn’t. They hadn’t done something he had not done too. At a time.

Today was such a day. Agent Lee’s vocal comment about how women simply didn’t belong in this environment, even ‘if they looked like Y/N’ annoyed him probably ten times as much as it did her.

“Good thing I make the hiring and firing decisions, Lee, isn’t it?”, Thompson said in passing, “Or did you get the bullet out of my chest?”

“Sorry, Chief.”

Y/N clenched her teeth to stop her from laughing. She didn’t know what was funnier – Lee’s voice that sounded like a bitten dog, or Thompson’s poisonous stare. When she brought the coffee to the Chief – an unfortunate job she had yet to get rid of somehow – she whispered in passing: “Try not to stare him to death. He’s said this about Marge a million times.”

He would have loved to say that she was not Peggy Carter, but he also knew that it was better to just say ‘thanks’ for the coffee.

Back at her desk, her phone rang.

“Agent L/N, SSR, with whom am I speaking?”

“Y/N!”

“Peggy?”, Y/N asked, “What a coincidence, I was just thinking about you. What’s the matter? How’s the western front?”

“The temperatures are slowly getting more bearable”, Carter said, “it’s even rained some days ago.”

Staring outside the window, Y/N noticed that it was still raining in New York. “What a miracle.”

“I made some progress on the Arena Club pin. It seems to link to the club’s city of origin, where they, at least historically, would hold their meetings in an undisclosed location. I’d imagine that, whatever the key opens, it will be connected to this place.”

“And where is the club’s origin?”, Y/N asked back, noting all the info down onto a paper, “Do you know that already?”

“That’s why I’m calling you”, Peggy replied, “because it’s not on the west coast. Imagine where the most likely location is for an organisation connected to wealth, power, and politics.”

“…Washington D.C.”

“It would appear so.”

“Fantastic. And what about Underwood?”, Y/N questioned.

“There have been no crimes reported in our jurisdiction that would match her skillset. It’s not impossible, of course, that she is around here, still, but she knows about the Arena Club. After some digging, we found out that not only was she hired to steal the pin, but she’d had relationships with at least one of the members before their… unfortunate demise through Whitney Frost.”

Y/N sighed. Catching Dottie Underwood was as easy as catching a dragon. Just, she’d argue, more dangerous for the people involved.

“I’ll let Chief know.”

“If we’ll find the time, we’ll fly over to discuss the case in depth. We just have to finish up a few things here, first.”

“Don’t worry, Peggy, we’ll not botch the job”, Y/N assured, “Though I’m not looking forward to heading into DC.”

She could hear Peggy laugh and someone speak in the background. “Tell Sousa I said hi.”

“I will. See you soon, Y/N.”

“Bye, Peggy.”

She stared at her notes, exhaling slowly. Another day, another attempt to catch a ex-Soviet child assassin.

Getting up, she pinched the bridge of her nose. The Arena Club was about as far removed from any Communist organisation she could think of. Aside from the Mafia, there was hardly any organisation more interested in wild capitalism than the Arena Club.

“Chief”, she exclaimed when knocking at his door, “Carter called. Underwood.”

She was called into the office and placed her notes on Jack’s desk. “She traced the Club’s origin to DC. And she assumes that Underwood is going after whatever it is the Club was hiding, too.”

He rubbed his eyes, studying her handwriting. “Brilliant”, he deadpanned.

“It’s the best lead we’ve got on both”, she shrugged, “and I’d really love to know that the Russian killing machine is locked up somewhere real save.”

“You want to lock her up?”, he questioned, “You have too much faith in our prison system. Unless, of course, you want to keep watch yourself.”

“You’re thinking of permanently stopping her?”, Y/N inquired, crossing her arms.

“Accidents happen”, he shrugged, “and usually, if you have a bomb on your hands, you diffuse it, not bury it under some concrete.”

Y/N scoffed: “I suppose. Do we have the clearance to neutralise her?”

“She’s Soviet. Of course we do. Executive Order 9835, remember?”, he asked back, referring to Truman’s decree on tighter regulations on Federal Agents to sniff out any Communist sympathisers, “We’re just doing what they’d want us to do. Eliminate the Red threat.”

Though liberally interpreted, Y/N was aware of the current climate. The White House and the Congress would have their backs. After all, they were suspecting foreign agents everywhere.

“Alright then”, she nodded, “Shooting it is.”

She was about to leave when she heard Agent Hill call her name: “L/N, phone’s ringing!”

“What is it today?”, she hissed, turning on the spot to get the call.

“Agent L/N, SSR, whose speaking?”

“Y/N?”

Y/N wasn’t quite sure if she heard right. “Jonas? Is that you?”

“Don’t ask how I got this number, I probably breached protocol more than fifty times”, she could have recognised the voice anywhere. He had worked with her in Germany – one of the few, incredibly valuable locals that worked with the opposition.

“Protocol?”, she asked, “You’re working for whom, exactly?”

“MI6, and we’ve intercepted communication from East Germany”, he spoke quickly, and Y/N knew better than to waste time asking questions. “They were discussing plans to re-establish communication with an asset in America. The pronouns used refer to a female agent who has entered the US between 1941 and 1946 and has had contact with the SSR.”

“Anything else?”

“It’s incredibly vague, but that it is of the outmost importance that this operation be kept from the Americans, and that something has to be shipped from America to Leningrad, before November.”

“Why would MI6 not contact us in the first place?”, she questioned, “Shouldn’t that be in the interest of both?”

In the background, she could hear Agent Lee barked at more junior agents to fetch him coffee, given the designated person for that was busy. Y/N would have loved to inform him to keep his mouth shut, but was too busy listening to Jonas.

“There was an order not too long ago to send these types of things to the FBI rather than the SSR. I don’t know why.”

“I think I know”, she groaned. Vernon Masters – may his soul rest in the hell he deserved. “Jonas, if you hear anything, and I mean, anything else, please find a way to contact me again. And thank you. I know this is dangerous for your position.”

“Hell”, he scoffed, “We’ve done worse. They’ll just kick me out, not execute me like the Nazis would have.”

“Still. I’ll be in touch.”

She stared at her notes. She had heard Thompson walking up to her during the phone talk and was now looking over her shoulder.

“What was that about?”

“Seems like today is Dottie-Underwood-day”, she replied sarcastically, turning towards him, “That was Jonas Bauer. He was a German resistance member and worked with me in the war. He’s now working for MI6, who apparently received the order to disregard the SSR, and direct their information to the FBI.” She pressed her lips together: “Anyways. Short summary is, Underwood will steal something that has to be shipped to Leningrad, before November.”

Thompson frowned. “Why the tight schedule?”

Y/N tilted her head. “If I had to guess, because whatever she’s stealing is quite sensitive. If I were them, I’d avoid using ships if possible. The American navy has the possibility to hunt them down, and a ship is more vulnerable than a plane. And possibly, the November-deadline has something to do with the temperature. Which would mean it’s something that is volatile to altitude, and at least partially made out of liquid or gas that shouldn’t drop below a certain temperature. That would explain the ship, and the month.”

The agents around her looked at her with a perplexed expression. Jack simply looked dumbfounded.

“Yeah. I guess it would.”

“And you know who could maybe give us an idea of what they want to steal?”, Y/N asked, dreading her own answer. Not again!

“No.”

“Yes. I don’t like it either.”

“After Dooley and L.A., I’d say going to Stark is way down the list”, Jack retorted tensely.

“Sure”, she shrugged, “Do you have any other brilliant, albeit conceded scientists on that list of yours? Maybe Samberly, if we ask nicely.”

He threw her a look, and she only grinned: “Like I said. I don’t like it either.”

“We don’t even know where Stark is. He could be out of the country, for all that we know”, Jack objected again.

“Yeah, he could”, she agreed, “but you know who probably does? Edwin Jarvis.”

He raised an eyebrow: “You have the phone number of Stark’s butler?”

“I had to be able to reach him in L.A. I naturally wrote it down”, she shrugged, “So yes. I do.”

“Great. Tell him I am repulsed by the thought of working together.”

Y/N shook her head: “Unbelievable.”

Looking up, she noticed again the gazes of her co-workers observing their interaction. Too familiar? Raising an eyebrow, she asked: “What, anyone else have something to contribute that I should relay to the butler?”

Jack frowned at his staff: “Your work isn’t doing itself, agents.”

A muffled ‘sorry chief’ emerged from the room as he left Y/N to her own devices as she now made the call to Mr. Jarvis whilst the rest of the office rejoiced that the poor agent who had been barked at by Lee returned with their coffee.  

“Edwin Jarvis-“

“Good morning, Mr. Jarvis, this is Y/N L/N from the SSR. We’ve worked together not too long ago”, she said quickly.

“Yes, I remember. The Frost-incident.”

“Exactly. See, we have a development here with the Underwood-case, and what is important right now is that the Soviets want to steal something, and they need Underwood for it. I suspect it could be linked to the Arena Club. In any case, they need the item or items to be shipped from the US to Leningrad before November. I assume it’s because of the volatility of the product, which would indicate it is some sort of weapon. Does Howard Stark know anything about the sorts?” She spoke so silently that not even the man at the next desk could have understood her well, a habit she had picked up early in her career as a spy.

“Mr. Stark knows a great deal about many things, but that does not mean he shares it openly with his surroundings.”

“Well, it is very important. Could you ask him if he has ever knowingly sold anything to members, or to people close to members of the Arena Club, or if – once again – some blueprint of his disappeared? I’m sorry to bother you again, but the security of the world might be under threat here.” Y/N had the ability to use polite words, but utter them in such a way that it was clear that she did not accept ‘no’ for an answer.

“I will chase him down to inquire. It might take a while, though, I am afraid. He is currently on a yacht outside of Hawaii.”

Of course he was. She rubbed the bridge of her nose. “Well, he can dock in Pearl Harbour”, Y/N retorted dryly, “And take a plane from there back to L.A. He might need Miss Carter’s help to explore all possible links of that being one of his inventions that got stolen, or sold.”

“Yes, Miss L/N.”

“Thank you, Mr. Jarvis. And until next time.”

It had felt that it was one of these days where Y/N had repetitively run in circles from her desk, to Thompson’s office, to the coffee machine and back again. It was Agent McKinley’s turn for the nightshift, so the rest could leave between six and seven. Returning to her desk to collect her handbag before leaving, she noticed a note placed on top of it, which she carefully unfolded. She recognised the handwriting instantly – Jack’s handwriting was much neater than most would suspect.

19:15. Entrance Underground.

He always used the European way of writing time – apparently, he had been made accustomed to it in the Marine Corps. A way to avoid the a.m./p.m. confusion – a confusion Americans invented, as Y/N made the experience that not even the British subscribed to their way of telling the time.

It was 19:04 when she had unfolded the note, so she left the SSR office without wasting more time, and to make sure the two of them would not leave the office in immediate succession.

It was September – and it was still pretty warm, so walking down the streets was actually still a pleasant experience. At 19:15, as expected, both of them walked towards the underground station and headed down the street to the parking area where Thompson had parked his car.

“If I may give you a piece of advice”, Y/N said with a grin, “Next time someone makes a foul remark, don’t act like you care. You’re not supposed to care.”

“Yeah”, he grunted, “But what the hell has Lee contributed since joining the SSR? Even of the basis of merit, he should keep his mouth shut.”

“Yes”, she sighed, “But it’s not really about merit, is it?”

Jack rolled his eyes. He knew what she was saying was true. He had even said the same thing to Peggy. They’d never be seen as an equal to men – at least not by most of their co-workers.

When getting in the car, Y/N quickly checked their surrounding to make sure they wouldn’t directly be seen by another agent, but the street was empty.

“Will you let me work the Underwood case?”, she asked quietly when he started driving down the street. Jack remained silent for a while, and his face grew serious.

“You know my skills are exceptional for this kind of work”, she reminded him, knowing that it wasn’t really about her skills.

“I know that, Y/N.”

“We’re in this profession for a reason, Jack. It’s bound to be dangerous”, she replied silently, “But you can’t keep me from being involved. Having the best people on the job reduces the risks of failure. If you send less-qualified agents up for it, you’re just setting them up to be killed.”

“I understand that, Y/N, I do. But that doesn’t mean I’ll like it.”

“But you’ll let me do it regardless?”, she asked back.

“We’ll cross that bridge when it comes to it. Who knows? Maybe, by some miraculous coincidence, she’ll be hit by a truck”, he replied dryly.

“Yes. I’ve heard that’s a common way for Soviet super-assassins to die”, Y/N agreed cynically, “Right after drowning in the shower.”

 ......

He pulled up to the empty parking space next to the entrance of the apartment block outside the city centre. He liked the anonymity of it – he hardly knew his neighbours, because of his very erratic working hours, the travelling, and the occasional near-death experiences, he hardly had the chance to bump into any of them. It was only the third time Y/N was at his apartment, because, quite honestly, he preferred the atmosphere in hers. But his was closer to work, and that made for less commute. And for more sleep.

Whilst Jack warmed up something for dinner, Y/N was occupied with setting her hair in pin curls for the night. She always thought that this procedure made her look silly, or like a grandma. If Jack had been honest though, he thought watching her do it was actually a very personal experience. Because, unless they let you, women would not show the process to men. It signified a sort of closeness that was hard to describe.

Wrapping the curls in a silk towel to secure them, and to have a more comfortable time sleeping, Y/N returned to the kitchen area to join him for dinner. It was beef stew with potatoes, which wasn’t fancy, but it was tasty. And most significantly, he had actually prepared it in foresight, so she gave him extra points for resourcefulness.

“How is the sleeping going?”, she asked eventually, referring to the occasional nightmares she had witnessed the first time they had shared a bed not that long ago.

“You know”, he evaded, “It’s getting there.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, not truly convinced that this meant it was getting better, but decided not to interrogate him. She’d see it eventually, anyways, she suspected.

“And did you tell your mother that I am back and alive, and all is well between us?”, she asked jokingly.

“Yes.” He grinned: “But now, ma is insistent on you coming over to say hi.”

“I will”, she assured, “once we have a quiet week.”

He laughed: “Yeah – like that’s going to happen any time soon.”

Y/N got ready to go to bed, taking off her makeup, neatly folding her clothes, making those for the next day ready. It was habit – just like always having a switch-blade knife tied to her thigh. It was habits like these that had kept her alive through the war, and they were hard to shake.

She wore a simple night robe to bed, nothing like in the magazines with lavish fur, but only simple embroidery.

As she would have guessed, Jack’s nightwear style was about as adventurous as hers – a cotton button-down shirt and pants.

“Those pants have a hole at the ankle”, she pointed out as he entered the room.

He looked down and shrugged: “It’s for sleeping, right? Besides, I don’t wear pants, I wear trousers.”

“What’s the difference?”, she questioned amusedly as he climbed into the bed next to her.

“Women wear pants, men trousers. Or so my DI informed us in Boot Camp.”

“Your DI must have made this up”, she laughed, “But sure. Jack Thompson only wears manly trousers.”

She pulled the blanket up to her chin and turned to on her side, facing Jack. “Good night.”

“Night.” He switched off the lights and searched for a comfortable position. It was still foreign to know that someone was sleeping just inches beside him, but not uncomfortable. Apart from the cold feet, that was apparently something all women universally shared to torment the men in their beds. Or so he was convinced.

Jack was an incredibly light sleeper – he hadn’t been as a child, but since the war, he was incredibly sensitive to sounds. Hence, when someone knocked against the front door, it took about three seconds for him to be wide awake.

“What the hell”, he grumbled, rubbing his eyes. It couldn’t be neighbours – again, barely anyone knew him. He dragged himself out of bed to see that it was shortly after three. He trotted towards the door, only to see two figures through the peephole, whose silhouettes he could make out even with the dim light of the corridor outside. He looked behind him, hearing Y/N’s steady breathing. He prayed to God that she’d stay asleep.

He opened the door and stepped outside: “This better be important, Sousa, it’s three in the morning!”

“We thought it is important to let you know right now, as we’re headed to the airport right after to fly to Atlanta to follow a lead there”, Carter shot back at his annoyed tone.

“’A’right”, he rubbed his face awake, “shoot.”

“Stark was able to reduce the numbers of candidates down to one he finds most likely. It’s a bomb that has about the destructiveness of a nuclear bomb, but its primary ingredient is a special gas, a gas only he knows how to make. But a member of the Arena Club once saw his equations and the blueprints”, Sousa explained.

“So you suspect they’re transporting a bomb case and explosive gas?”, Jack asked back, “Of course they do. It always has to be something that explodes, right?”

“We’re trying to hunt down the scientists who could have produced it”, Peggy added, “one of them is in Atlanta.”

“Got it.”

“Jack, who are you talking to? It’s the middle of the- Oh, hi, Chief Sousa. Peggy.” Y/N walked up to the door, and though only half-awake, she wasn’t quite sure what was funnier, the disbelief on Sousa’s face, Peggy’s mixture of satisfaction and horror, or Jack’s embarrassment.

“You two keep your mouths shut”, Thompson hissed, “You understand? I don’t need this getting to my agents just yet.”

“Oh yeah? I remember there was a time you loved taking a jab at Peggy and I”, Sousa retorted with a grin.

“Yeah”, Thompson scoffed, “Then you tell me how that’ll end up for Y/N. Whatever she does then, she’ll always be seen as the one whose here because she’s got one on the chief. That was a bit different with Carter.”

“Jack, they take the piss regardless”, Y/N muttered amusedly, “and let that be my problem.”

“Well, and you know what this”, Peggy gestured at Jack and Y/N, “means. You owe me a dinner.”

“You bet on us?”, Jack asked offended.

“I bet on you not constantly having a stick up your behind, indeed”, Peggy winked, “and I think I have been proven more than right.”

“Oh, Peggy”, Y/N shook her head, “Please.”

“Anyways”, Sousa cleared his throat, “I guess, uh, I guess we’ll leave you to it, then. See you soon, Y/N. Jack.”

“Leave us to it?”, Jack repeated, “We were sleeping!”

“Whatever you say, Chief Thompson”, Peggy waved at them, “that’ll be your loss then.”

They left an amused Y/N, and a very red Jack Thompson behind, who was thankful the apartment was not lit, so Y/N couldn’t see his cheeks.

“They couldn’t have left a note”, he grumbled, stepping back into his apartment and locking the door, “It had to be right now.”

“Don’t brood”, she yawned, “It’s way too early for that.” The bed was still warm as they climbed back in.

“I brood whenever I please”, he muttered into his pillow.

“That you do.”

“Y/N?”

“Hm?”

What did he want to say? They didn’t say ‘I love you’. Neither of them had yet.

“Sleep well.”

“You too, Jack.”

 ......

Jack dropped Y/N off far enough so that she could make her way to the office on her own and that they’d be at least 15 minutes between them arriving.

“Good morning, Agent Wallace”, she said when entering the headquarters, “Agent Lee. Chief Thompson.”

He nodded at her, and both found it incredibly odd to greet each other after they had literally eaten breakfast together not even an hour prior.

They settled in for the day and the sounds of paper printing, phones ringing and men cussing created the unique atmosphere that was so typical for the NYC-HQ of the SSR.

“Chief!”, Agent Harrow exclaimed from the phone, “there’s an incident in a movie theatre down 31st street, it sounds incredibly similar to the case you covered not too long ago.”

“Midnight oil?”, Y/N asked confused, looking at Jack, “but Howard said-“

“Exactly”, Thompson interjected, rolling his eyes, “Harrow, Ramirez, McKinley and Wallace, you go have a look. If it is what it seems like – do yourself a favour and don’t pick up the canister.”

The three of them got on their way immediately. Y/N followed Jack into his office under the disguise of bringing him coffee: “You don’t think that’s fishy? Howard hated this invention. He made damn sure he destroyed all the material he had.”

“Could have been someone working off his blueprints again”, he shrugged, “it’s better to have a look than let the NYPD run into it and gouching their eyes out.”

Y/N hadn’t even considered what would happen if untrained policemen came in contact with the gas. Jack was right. It was the careful option.

“You’re right.”

He raised his eyebrows: “’cuse me?”

“You’re right”, she repeated with a raised eyebrow. She hadn’t spoken unclearly.

“That’s a first.”

“Like hell it is”, she grinned and left him be.

In hindsight, Y/N knew that there were just five agents left, because it was still before nine when those would come in with a longer commute. This was unusual, normally, they always wanted eight to be here minimum, nightshift and Sundays aside.

It was like in a movie with the roll broken, moving incredibly slow. The door was thrown wide open and five men stormed in.

“Hands up!”

Y/N identified the accent immediately. Eastern European. Most likely Soviet.

“Guns on ground or we shoot!!”

They were outnumbered – even if they drew their guns, they had them already ready to fire. They’d be quicker. So they complied.

“Codebreaker?”

Jack and Y/N’s eyes met. Though she hadn’t worked as a codebreaker at Bletchley, she had been trained in it. She nodded almost invisibly, and just as invisibly, he shook his head. The last thing he wanted is for them to take her, or isolate her from the group.

“I am.”

“You four”, one of the men put his rifle at Thompson’s neck, “In there!” Thompson, Lee, Michaelson and Goldberg were shoved into Thompson’s office, leaving Y/N with the five men in the main hall.

They shoved her at a desk and placed a paper in front of her.

“Watch the door. Make sure those investigating the theatre don’t get back in. Three men can handle this girl.” He didn’t know she spoke Russian.

The paper was a code of British origin. Dated yesterday. To the Americans.

“Move. Break it”, the man right behind her instructed. He was tall, about two meters, and heavy-set. The other two were significantly shorter and stockier, about 175cm.

“Yes”, she nodded, throwing a glance at Thompson and her colleagues. There it was again. This immense calmness whenever she had known in war that if she failed, she’d be dead. It was so ultimate. So clear.

She heard two of the five men disappear, manning the front entrance from the outside. She didn’t have to worry about them for the time being. She felt the cool blade against her thigh. A blade would never win against rifles, so she had to convince them to drop them.

She started to get an idea of the code that had been used, noting down the patterns to create a key. The men barraged the door to Thompson’s office to make more than sure they had no chance to get out. But given they were now unarmed, they were no real threat anyways.

“What is it?”, the tall fellow asked harshly.

“This will take a while!”, she replied curtly, “but could you please put those guns on the ground? I can’t run and you took my gun off me. They make me incredibly uncomfortable.”

“What do you think, boss?”

“Typical American sissy. Hmh, I mean, what is the harm in it. The other men are barred inside that room.” He gave her a fake smile: “Only for you, beauty.”

They placed the rifles on the desk behind them and she started writing down the initial lines of the document. This was exactly why women made for excellent spies – they could demand something and their perceived softness would help them get their way.

Intercepted conversation between KGB and Soviet Asset in US

She waited until they were just in the right position. One of the men stood in front of Thompson’s barraged door, inspecting it with a self-assured smile. The big fellow stood to her right, close enough that she could take him out first. The third was checking the street for the returning agents.

‘Here goes nothing’.

 .....

“Goddammit!”, Jack cursed, punching nothing but the wall. He had fallen for their trap – the theatre, that had been a set-up to draw out agents.

“Chief, if she can hold them off long enough for the 9 o’clock shift to arrive-“

“You don’t seriously think they won’t kill us before?”, Thompson hissed, “That’s why they came so early. They must’ve been aware of the schedule!”

“But if they need her-“

“Then they take her, Lee!”, Thompson interrupted, tearing his hair, “Fuck. Fuck!”

“Chief-“

“Just shut the hell up, Lee!”, Thompson raised his hand at his agent and silenced the man with a stare that could have killed.

He watched outside, through the glass, watching Y/N. She looked so focused, so absorbed, so aware.

So brave.

She looked up, just a fraction of a second. Enough to localise the position of the three men that were still in the room.

“No.” Jack’s voice broke. She’d die. They’d reach their weapons. She couldn’t be quick enough to strangle three men. Not when at least one of them towered over her like a giant.

This was a suicide mission. He was about to yell, yell to her not to do whatever she was thinking about doing.

But she was beyond asking for permission. That was the Y/N he had never seen before.

He knew the feeling he felt. It felt like back on Iwo when his buddy left their foxhole to man the machine gun whose gunner had just been killed. He knew that that was a suicide mission, but they had to try. And the minute his buddy left the protection of the foxhole, he was gone. But this felt even worse. Because whatever he felt for his buddy, that was brotherly love. And death of a brother hurt like hell. But this, this was no brotherly love. This was love that hadn’t yet had the chance to develop. He could feel his heart stop.

 ......

Y/N’s body tensed up in preparation. It was a split second that it took for her to be ready to attack. She leapt up from her chair, throwing her entire weight against the bear of a man next to her, puncturing his aorta, which resulted in blood spurting in all directions, but at least, he was dead in an instant. The next man was the one at the window who wanted to grab a rifle, but she managed to grab his arm, pull him towards her and shove the blade right through his throat. The third one knew he was done for – she was closer to the weapons than he was. She contemplated killing him nonetheless. But some part of her didn’t want to become what she knew she could be – a killer that didn’t care about her death toll.

“You’re all filthy, disgusting examples of humanity’s worst”, she spoke in Russian, taking handcuffs from the desk with her and immobilising him. Her fighting style looked different to Peggy’s – it was more targeted, more specific. It was, in essence, trained to be lethal.

Only then did she look behind her to see the cut-up bodies of the other two men lying on the ground. They lay in pools of their own blood. She looked at her hands that were covered in it, too. Grabbing a handkerchief, she got most of it off, enough so that she could clear the door to Thompson’s office without smearing it everywhere. Slowly, she started to regain her other senses. She could hear Jack yelling her name. She looked up to see him and the other three looking at her, eyes wide.

Her hands were shaking when she opened the door to his office.

“Y/N, oh God, Y/N-“ Jack grabbed her by the shoulders, looking at her face, “You alright?”

“Yes. Yes, I’m good, J-“

He squeezed her against his chest, and she wanted to inform him that he’d get blood all over him, but it was pretty clear that he didn’t care. “I’m so sorry.”

The door was opened, and the other two men came into sight, but only for a fraction of a second – when they saw the carnage, they took off running. Lee and Goldberg were about to run after them, but Thompson raised a hand: “If they leave the building, they’ll run right into our line of fire.” He pointed to the windows to their right and took the rifles left behind from the assailants.

Y/N watched him from behind. His hands were perfectly calm at the trigger, the weapon perfectly still settled into his shoulder.

Two rapid shots. One was shot in the back of the head, the other in the shoulder. Within a few seconds, neither were still breathing.

“Not bad”, she said dryly.

“I’m not a Marine for nothing.”

“And here I thought you were the Chief of the SSR.”

“That, too”, he replied dryly, “but I’ll never stop being a Marine.”

A/N: I know, it’s insane. It didn’t even take a week. I unfortunately don’t have a clear updating schedule, I’m sure it will slow down at a point. I do have good news though - I have two chapters in reserve, so it hopefully doesn’t take ages for those to be published either. I have a plan, I have an ending in mind, and I want it to be beautiful, terrible, sad, and delightful. Let’s see if I succeed at that. Do let me know your thoughts. Also, on a side note: I really try to do my research to the extent possible: E.g. I found it very important to hightlight that Jack is a Marine (not a member of the Army, or the Navy or Air Force), because it was mentioned that he saw action on the beaches of Iwo Jima, and that was a battle fought by the USMC. And yes. I read like 5 autobiographies of veterans of Iwo & Okinawa to get their education, vocabulary and so on down. Hope you enjoy these little insights into history! 

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